Yeah I’m going there, my greed is unmatched and I want them both! I’ll definitely be writing more Holland x Healy because I love them, this is longer than I originally intended but then when isn’t it. 18+ minors DNI
Sfw (kind of)
𑣲 I think the only way this is going to work is if you are with Holland first, I don’t think Healy would be as willing to share if you guys where together first-. Healy has seen you every now and then, kissing Holland good bye in the morning, you dropping Holland off some lunch and putting something in there for Jackson too, just incase he doesn’t have any lunch.
𑣲 this all comes around after one evening they are both over to go over cases, a few drinks start flowing, and then maybe a few more, there starts to be more talking and the case papers have been pushed to the side. You’re sat next to Holland and Jackson moves over towards you a little closer, and to keep this in the sfw part, you wake up in bed between the both of them.
𑣲 at first Jackson tries to ignore it, he gets dressed and leaves the house before either of you are conscious enough to convince him differently. He feels awful, but he can’t avoid Holland for long, not really. Holland is sat in Healys passenger seat, blue eyes burning in to his own, a hand gently resting over his. Holland is telling him ‘it’s okay, she enjoyed it… I enjoyed it.’
𑣲 the three of you fall in to a easy routine, complimenting each other well. Healy spends less and less time at his apartment, dropping in to grab some stuff, feed his fish. But with time the amount he returns becomes less and less. After a few months, you spend the weekend moving Healy stuff out of his apartment and in to you guys’ house, setting up the fish tank in the living room, and spending Sunday lazying around in bed.
𑣲 Holland does not drive. It’s either you or Healy, he has had one too many close calls, for it to be an accident anymore. He starts to daydream, he’s tired, he’s thinking about work, he’s thinking about you. For Holland driving is a time for him to float off in to his own mind and ignore the world around him, please someone take his license away, it’s for his best interest.
𑣲 you are yet to find something Healy isn’t able to fix. Your car’s making a weird noise? Don’t worry, Healy went out there with his tool box and came back an hour later, the noise is gone and he filled up your oil. Holland mentions the tap is leaking in the bathroom? Jackson fixes it in fifteen minutes. He’s just so handy 😝
𑣲 no matter how you fall asleep you will wake up to Holland clinging on to one of you. Legs tangled together, not sure where he begins and you end, his arms wrapped around your hips, head resting on in the crook of your neck, gentle snores coming from him. Healy will throw you a knowing smile when he see’s you, because you both know you’re not going anywhere now. You let out a soft sigh and weave your fingers through his hair and plant a small kiss on his forehead.
𑣲 even in the domestic haze, jealousy creeps in sometimes. You know they spend all day together, sometimes they get home late and tipsy, you feel a little left out, like a joke that is never quite as funny when it’s not in the moment. Holland will keep you wrapped up in arms for as long as he can without Jackson getting involved. Stealing moments with you when he’s feeling particularly petty. Healy likes spoiling you in ways he knows Holland can’t. Buying you expensive jewellery, his favourite is getting you perfume, it feel malicious in a way and he knows it’s entirely petty. Holland can’t smell it, it makes no difference to him, he’s completely unaware, but Healy knows. He’ll pull you in and bury his face in to your neck. (This last part with Healy is inspired by @iktheend because it has been knocking around in my brain since I saw it, and inspired me to write these headcannons to start with hehe <3)
nsfw
𑣲 wearing sexy underwear for Holland most of the time, is a waste unfortunately, he’s trying to get your clothes off as fast as possible, Healy however will appreciate them, like a lot.
𑣲 Healy loves watching you. Watching you touch yourself, he’s whispering in your ear “yeah? Does that feel good?” A small kiss being placed just below your ear, as he sits back down, eyes raking over your body. When Hollands fucking you, his hand rests on Hollands ass as he guides his hips. Kisses littering his shoulders as he looks over at you spread out on March’s cock “look at you, our pretty girl” he coo’s, before grabbing Hollands jaw and pressing his lips against his own. Hollands groans against his lips, hips sputtering inside you.
𑣲 Holland loves your mouth around him, against his lips, pressing soft kisses against his chest. Sucking marks on to his neck, he has to wear higher collars for the next few days but that doesn’t stop him from encouraging you to do it again and again. His hand on the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair, hips grinding up to meet yours “please baby” he babbles out as your teeth sink in to his collar bone, pulling a low groan from his lips.
𑣲Holland cannot watch you two without getting involved, you’d have to tie him to the chair which has been discussed he just can’t help himself, he tries he really does! But seeing you both he just needs to get his hands on the both of you. But you’re sure March gets off more when Jackson is watching, he’s sitting in the corner, face illuminated by his cigarette, eyes glued on to the both of you, whispering out praise every now and then and telling Holland what you need.
𑣲 they both get off on getting you off but in different ways. March loves having being inside you, watching your face contort, seeing which roll of his hips hits that spot inside you. He also loves being between your thighs and having you sit on his face, will have his fingers pressing in you yours thighs, making sure you’re sat on his face. Healy loves filling you up with his fingers, seeing you spread out on him. Healy also likes telling you what to do, sat palming his cock as he’s instructing you on how to touch your self.
𑣲 they both love making you an absolute wreck, its dangerous, they can keep you in the brink for hours, communicating with each other with small knowing looks. Bringing you to the edge , fingers curling inside of you, Hollands eyes looking up at you, mouth wrapped around your clit. You see his eye drift to Healy, his hands are on your tits, both hands tugging at your nipples with calloused hands. It’s bliss, but you know that look, and before you can even register it, they’re moving you around. Hollands fingers digging in to your hips, hands all over you, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
How Im feeling after writing these 🥰 sorry if my Healy bias is showing, I just know he would treat me right!!
hiya I’m Noa! I'm twenty six and from the uk, I’ve made this account to post my writings I have been writing for a while but only recently felt motivated to post on here and A03 but I'm most active on tumblr. I mostly write about Ryan gosling characters. If you have any ideas for any of his characters drop me a message or an ask and I’ll take a look ❤︎ I have started a masterlist of some of the characters I’ve already written for .ᐟ
description: Driver gets in to some trouble, you help him out in more ways than one.
word count: 2.3k
a/n: watched Driver again which is always dangerous territory for me </3 also massive thank you to @littlefromthewhitesea for reading through this multiple times editing it and basically working hand in hand with me to finish it, my full stop guru who knows the English langue better than I do <3 (also first time posting my fics guys, kinda nervous) okay enjoy, mwah!
tags/warnings: nsfw, smut, heavy mentions of blood, injury and inaccurate medical stuff, Driver x afab reader, possible inaccurate car stuff idk I just drive mine.
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A sharp knock at the door draws your attention away from the tv. Walking towards it, you spot his car parked outside on the curb. Your smile drops when you see the state of him. He's leaned up against your door frame, his face would almost be the same shade of white as his jacket, if it weren’t for the blood.
It is soaked through, splatters cover his arms but your eyes are glued on his abdomen, where his hand was clutching. You suspect that’s where the majority of the blood is coming from. You can feel the bile rise in your throat. You quickly usher him in, taking his free arm and putting it around your shoulder. ''We need to get you to a hospital-'' you sputter out. ''No'' he murmurs, breath coming out in heavy puffs. You sigh and gently shake your head and continue to lead him to the bathroom.
It’s the first time you've seen him like this. He's come back with a few cuts and bruises before, nothing a butterfly stitch couldn't fix but this. This is different. You know he's involved in things that aren't legal but he doesn't like to tell you much. 'The less you know the better' you remember him saying one night with a soft kiss on your forehead before he speeds on into the night.
He pulls his hand off his wound to show you before you immediately push it back. ''Keep pressure on it. I'll be right back okay.'' You stammer out, he groans in response pushing his hand hard against it. His head falls back, resting it against the cold tile wall, as you scramble out of the bathroom. You haphazardly grab the first aid kit and whatever you think you might need: thread, cotton, antiseptic, alcohol. You know he doesn't usually touch the stuff but he's going to need something for this, and hell you might need some too.
You come back into the bathroom to see his eyes half lidded looking towards you. You let out a little sigh of relief seeing he's still breathing. Laying everything out on the floor, you settle in between his knees, you look up at him and with a shuddering breath, trying to figure out where to start. You slowly unzip his jacket and peel it from his shoulders, muttering a few 'sorrys' as he tries and fails to suppress his groans. With the jacket off, the wound is clearly bad. It’s jagged. You try to steady your breathing as you feel the blood drain from your face. If you had to guess, you'd think it was from Driver trying to get away from whoever was attacking him. Considering he's sitting in front of you, you'd guess the other guy ended up worse off.
“It’s not deep” he breathes out a you place a hand on his thigh. ' You cut him off before he can say anything else, ''I don’t think that’s for you to decide,'' you mutter. Examining the wound, you try to see if you can even find where the damage is through all the blood. Overwhelmed, you shake your head trying to shake some sense in to yourself There's only so long you can put this off for. You're scared but you know he's definitely more scared than you right now. He wouldn't have turned up at your door like this unless he didn't have anywhere else to go.
With another shaky breath, you grab a cloth and start to clean him up, you shuffle closer on your knees. You feel him tense under your hand as you struggle to wipe the blood away to find where he begins and where the wound ends. Your other hand draws small circles on his thigh, giving small reassuring squeezes.
You wipe away as much blood as you're able to with the wound still pulsing, you quickly thread the needle and will your hands to stop shaking. You've only ever seen him sew up a wound on his leg before so you're less than qualified, but right now doing anything is better than doing nothing and he'll have to be happy with it. ''Try to stay still for me.'' you breathe out. His hand grabs your wrist before you can start, locking eyes with you His ragged breaths makehis chest rise and fall with an irregular rhythm, your other hand lifts to rest on his letting out a soft reassuring ''It'll be okay'' under your breath. You push the needle in, hearing him let out a deep hiss, throwing his head to the side, tensing up as you try to push through quickly.
He's struggling already. He's stoic but not that stoic. After cleaning it up, you can see he was right, the wound is not deep but it's still deep enough to warrant stitches. You'll never know how he drove here without causing an accident. His eyes squeeze shut but to his credit, he listens and does stay still as you work the needle through his skin, threading it back together, trying to mimic his movements from when he patched up his leg.
''My uh- my cars been making a weird noise.'' you say suddenly, mentally scolding yourself for how stupid it sounds when it leaves your lips. You want to help him, distract him, fill the silence in the room only partly drowned out by the fan humming. After a beat of silence you think you might have actually lost him as you continue threading his skin back together, when he shifts and looks towards you.
''What noise?'' he asks, hand clenching as it hangs to his side. You let out a sigh of relief, hoping he can see your attempt to distract him, a relieved smile rests over your lips.
''A uh, sort of crunching sound'' you hum out, coming towards what you hope is the end of the stab wound.
''When you brake?'' he huffs, eyes still fixed on you, watching you like you might disappear if he looks away.
''Yeah'' you nod, pushing though with the needle one last time and tying off the thread and letting out a breath you didn't know you'd been holding. Running a hand over your face, your head leans on his thigh, you try to catch your breath. You feel him relax, his shoulders slouching and his breathing coming out in heavy huffs.
You push yourself off the floor, giving his clothed thigh a small kiss before moving towards the sink to rinse off the cloth. You bite your lip wringing out the cloth, your eyes keep falling back to him, a small knot forming in your stomach. Now that the likelihood of him bleeding out in your bathroom is less likely, your mind starts to wander, to possibilities you shouldn't allow it to. What if you weren't in tonight, what if you were working late or out with friends what would he have done then? Where would he have gon-
“Brake pads.'' he murmurs, your head whips over towards him, looking at you innocently.
'Wwhat?'' you question, eyebrow drawing together, if you didn't know any better you'd guess he had interrupted your train of thoughts on purpose.
''The sound in your car, you need new brake pads'' he grunted out, trying to push himself to sit up. Turning off the running water, you wring out the cloth as you walk over, push him and settle yourself between his legs again.
''Maybe, when you're feeling better, you can show me how to fit them?'' you offer with a smile, as you start gently scrubbing the blood off the skin around the wound. He nods, although you know it will probably end up with you keeping him company as he fits them for you, talking you through the basics. He would nevertheless reassure you that if you ever have any car troubles, no matter what it is, he will be there. ending in him refusing to take any money off you, even though you try to sneak it to him when he's not looking, and it'll somehow always end up back in your bag or neatly placed on your bedside table.
You reach over to your frankly under stocked first aid kit, grabbing the roll of bandages and placing a hand on his shoulder ''Can you lean forward?'' you ask, breath fanning against his ear, he suppresses a shudder and pushes himself forward. You start wrapping them around his abdomen and mentally adding more bandages to your shopping list.You wonder how much of the bandage you're supposed to use, another thing to ask Driver when he's in a better shape. You end up using the whole roll, tying it off and quickly checking him over.
You start moving your hands off of him when he catches your wrist, softly tracing the back of your hand, slowly, achingly slowly. He moves it to his lips and gives it a lingering kiss. He moves it to his chests and squishes it. No words needed, you understand the gratitude in his eyes. He tries to lean forward, his head lining to yours, when a hiss leaves him. You chuckle and quickly move towards him, sparing him. Raising as you lean on your knees, you support yourself with the hand on your chest until you’re both face to face. The kiss starts softly, merely a peck, when the hand that was holding yours moves to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss.
You follow along, not wanting to push him when he's in such a state, but the look he's giving you between breaths makes your thighs clench together. Instintively, your hand begins to move downwards until it reaches his zipper. The small gasp he lets out brings you back from your thoughts.He looks down at you with half lidded eye, his hand gently resting over your cheek, fingers lacing your hair. You start palming him through his jeans as he lets out a soft little pant. He's already half hard.
''You're such a freak,'' you say under your breath with a small smile, “almost dead five minutes ago and now he is excited." The blood he has lost doesn’t impede him from blushing, as he gives you a sheepish smile. You bring your other hand up to unbutton his jeans. His hand follows you down, never leaving your cheek. You lean into it before turning to kiss his palm.
''Let me do this for you'' you whisper, holding his gaze. His blue eyes stare at you, eyes roaming your face. You cock your head at him for a moment, giving him the opportunity to back out of this. A small nod is all you need to continue to unzip his jeans and help him shimmy out of them.
His eyes are trained on you, you can feel them without even looking at him. The metal of his jeans clatters to the ground, your head dips, placing sloppy kisses on his thighs, your hand returning to palm his cock through his boxer. ''So pretty'' he mumbles, his hand moving to rest on your head as you move up kissing up towards his throbbing length.
You plant light kisses over him through the fabric while your hands smooth the skin of his thighs upwards, until they reach the waist band of his boxers, hooking your fingers around it. His hand moves again to your cheek and strokes it, his thumb ghosting over your lips parting them slightly. His eyes roam over your face, a hungry look in his eyes only half concealed but the exhaustion creeping up on him. It's after a minute his thumb tracing gently over your cheek, that you tug on the boxers again You sigh with an amused huff, ''Lift your hips so I can take these off” you nudge gently, taking his hand in your own and kissing his fingers, keeping your eyes on him. He pulls his hand away, you feel a small pout resting on your lips at the loss. He lifts his hips up with a small groan as his stomach tenses slightly, you reach your hands up pulling his boxers off, finally joining the jeans on the floor.
Your fingers close around his length and as his cock twitches in your hand, he whines, eyes squeezed closed, as his chin hits his chest. His hips thrusting into your clenched fist. Your thumb runs over the tip of his cock, he stiffens up letting out a small groan. You hum at his reaction, a small satisfied smile resting on your lips. You start stroking him up and down, not wanting to tease him, not tonight, with what he's been through already tonight, you can save that for another time.
He’s already close, between the adrenaline slowly tapering off and the blood loss, the fact he’s still conscious is a small miracle in itself. You keep pumping his cock in your hands as his hips push up to meet your fist, winching slightly. His jaw is clenched, eyes closed, soft whimpers and pleas leave his parted lips.
With a soft groan, he cums hard in your hands as he pants, warmth almost immediately coats your fingers. You continue stroking him, dragging out his orgasm as much as you can without completely wiping him out. His head falls back hitting the wall again and he breathes out gasps and slurred words. You lean over to grab tissue to wipe your hands but he stops you before you're able to, grabbing your wrist and bringing it up to his mouth. Licking your fingers, holding your eyes the entire time. “You’re such a menace”, even after almost bleeding out in your downstairs toilet he's absolutely insatiable.
You push yourself up to kiss him again, tasting him on his lips. His hands come up threading through your hair pulling you in. His lips moved against yours, you groan when you feel his teeth sink into your bottom lip before you pull away. ''Let's get you to bed before you get into any more trouble'' you grin, your forehead leaning against his.
description: Driver gets in to some trouble, you help him out in more ways than one.
word count: 2.3k
a/n: watched Driver again which is always dangerous territory for me </3 also massive thank you to @littlefromthewhitesea for reading through this multiple times editing it and basically working hand in hand with me to finish it, my full stop guru who knows the English langue better than I do <3 (also first time posting my fics guys, kinda nervous) okay enjoy, mwah!
tags/warnings: nsfw, smut, heavy mentions of blood, injury and inaccurate medical stuff, Driver x afab reader, possible inaccurate car stuff idk I just drive mine.
A sharp knock at the door draws your attention away from the tv. Walking towards it, you spot his car parked outside on the curb. Your smile drops when you see the state of him. He's leaned up against your door frame, his face would almost be the same shade of white as his jacket, if it weren’t for the blood.
It is soaked through, splatters cover his arms but your eyes are glued on his abdomen, where his hand was clutching. You suspect that’s where the majority of the blood is coming from. You can feel the bile rise in your throat. You quickly usher him in, taking his free arm and putting it around your shoulder. ''We need to get you to a hospital-'' you sputter out. ''No'' he murmurs, breath coming out in heavy puffs. You sigh and gently shake your head and continue to lead him to the bathroom.
It’s the first time you've seen him like this. He's come back with a few cuts and bruises before, nothing a butterfly stitch couldn't fix but this. This is different. You know he's involved in things that aren't legal but he doesn't like to tell you much. 'The less you know the better' you remember him saying one night with a soft kiss on your forehead before he speeds on into the night.
He pulls his hand off his wound to show you before you immediately push it back. ''Keep pressure on it. I'll be right back okay.'' You stammer out, he groans in response pushing his hand hard against it. His head falls back, resting it against the cold tile wall, as you scramble out of the bathroom. You haphazardly grab the first aid kit and whatever you think you might need: thread, cotton, antiseptic, alcohol. You know he doesn't usually touch the stuff but he's going to need something for this, and hell you might need some too.
You come back into the bathroom to see his eyes half lidded looking towards you. You let out a little sigh of relief seeing he's still breathing. Laying everything out on the floor, you settle in between his knees, you look up at him and with a shuddering breath, trying to figure out where to start. You slowly unzip his jacket and peel it from his shoulders, muttering a few 'sorrys' as he tries and fails to suppress his groans. With the jacket off, the wound is clearly bad. It’s jagged. You try to steady your breathing as you feel the blood drain from your face. If you had to guess, you'd think it was from Driver trying to get away from whoever was attacking him. Considering he's sitting in front of you, you'd guess the other guy ended up worse off.
“It’s not deep” he breathes out a you place a hand on his thigh. ' You cut him off before he can say anything else, ''I don’t think that’s for you to decide,'' you mutter. Examining the wound, you try to see if you can even find where the damage is through all the blood. Overwhelmed, you shake your head trying to shake some sense in to yourself There's only so long you can put this off for. You're scared but you know he's definitely more scared than you right now. He wouldn't have turned up at your door like this unless he didn't have anywhere else to go.
With another shaky breath, you grab a cloth and start to clean him up, you shuffle closer on your knees. You feel him tense under your hand as you struggle to wipe the blood away to find where he begins and where the wound ends. Your other hand draws small circles on his thigh, giving small reassuring squeezes.
You wipe away as much blood as you're able to with the wound still pulsing, you quickly thread the needle and will your hands to stop shaking. You've only ever seen him sew up a wound on his leg before so you're less than qualified, but right now doing anything is better than doing nothing and he'll have to be happy with it. ''Try to stay still for me.'' you breathe out. His hand grabs your wrist before you can start, locking eyes with you His ragged breaths makehis chest rise and fall with an irregular rhythm, your other hand lifts to rest on his letting out a soft reassuring ''It'll be okay'' under your breath. You push the needle in, hearing him let out a deep hiss, throwing his head to the side, tensing up as you try to push through quickly.
He's struggling already. He's stoic but not that stoic. After cleaning it up, you can see he was right, the wound is not deep but it's still deep enough to warrant stitches. You'll never know how he drove here without causing an accident. His eyes squeeze shut but to his credit, he listens and does stay still as you work the needle through his skin, threading it back together, trying to mimic his movements from when he patched up his leg.
''My uh- my cars been making a weird noise.'' you say suddenly, mentally scolding yourself for how stupid it sounds when it leaves your lips. You want to help him, distract him, fill the silence in the room only partly drowned out by the fan humming. After a beat of silence you think you might have actually lost him as you continue threading his skin back together, when he shifts and looks towards you.
''What noise?'' he asks, hand clenching as it hangs to his side. You let out a sigh of relief, hoping he can see your attempt to distract him, a relieved smile rests over your lips.
''A uh, sort of crunching sound'' you hum out, coming towards what you hope is the end of the stab wound.
''When you brake?'' he huffs, eyes still fixed on you, watching you like you might disappear if he looks away.
''Yeah'' you nod, pushing though with the needle one last time and tying off the thread and letting out a breath you didn't know you'd been holding. Running a hand over your face, your head leans on his thigh, you try to catch your breath. You feel him relax, his shoulders slouching and his breathing coming out in heavy huffs.
You push yourself off the floor, giving his clothed thigh a small kiss before moving towards the sink to rinse off the cloth. You bite your lip wringing out the cloth, your eyes keep falling back to him, a small knot forming in your stomach. Now that the likelihood of him bleeding out in your bathroom is less likely, your mind starts to wander, to possibilities you shouldn't allow it to. What if you weren't in tonight, what if you were working late or out with friends what would he have done then? Where would he have gon-
“Brake pads.'' he murmurs, your head whips over towards him, looking at you innocently.
'Wwhat?'' you question, eyebrow drawing together, if you didn't know any better you'd guess he had interrupted your train of thoughts on purpose.
''The sound in your car, you need new brake pads'' he grunted out, trying to push himself to sit up. Turning off the running water, you wring out the cloth as you walk over, push him and settle yourself between his legs again.
''Maybe, when you're feeling better, you can show me how to fit them?'' you offer with a smile, as you start gently scrubbing the blood off the skin around the wound. He nods, although you know it will probably end up with you keeping him company as he fits them for you, talking you through the basics. He would nevertheless reassure you that if you ever have any car troubles, no matter what it is, he will be there. ending in him refusing to take any money off you, even though you try to sneak it to him when he's not looking, and it'll somehow always end up back in your bag or neatly placed on your bedside table.
You reach over to your frankly under stocked first aid kit, grabbing the roll of bandages and placing a hand on his shoulder ''Can you lean forward?'' you ask, breath fanning against his ear, he suppresses a shudder and pushes himself forward. You start wrapping them around his abdomen and mentally adding more bandages to your shopping list.You wonder how much of the bandage you're supposed to use, another thing to ask Driver when he's in a better shape. You end up using the whole roll, tying it off and quickly checking him over.
You start moving your hands off of him when he catches your wrist, softly tracing the back of your hand, slowly, achingly slowly. He moves it to his lips and gives it a lingering kiss. He moves it to his chests and squishes it. No words needed, you understand the gratitude in his eyes. He tries to lean forward, his head lining to yours, when a hiss leaves him. You chuckle and quickly move towards him, sparing him. Raising as you lean on your knees, you support yourself with the hand on your chest until you’re both face to face. The kiss starts softly, merely a peck, when the hand that was holding yours moves to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss.
You follow along, not wanting to push him when he's in such a state, but the look he's giving you between breaths makes your thighs clench together. Instintively, your hand begins to move downwards until it reaches his zipper. The small gasp he lets out brings you back from your thoughts.He looks down at you with half lidded eye, his hand gently resting over your cheek, fingers lacing your hair. You start palming him through his jeans as he lets out a soft little pant. He's already half hard.
''You're such a freak,'' you say under your breath with a small smile, “almost dead five minutes ago and now he is excited." The blood he has lost doesn’t impede him from blushing, as he gives you a sheepish smile. You bring your other hand up to unbutton his jeans. His hand follows you down, never leaving your cheek. You lean into it before turning to kiss his palm.
''Let me do this for you'' you whisper, holding his gaze. His blue eyes stare at you, eyes roaming your face. You cock your head at him for a moment, giving him the opportunity to back out of this. A small nod is all you need to continue to unzip his jeans and help him shimmy out of them.
His eyes are trained on you, you can feel them without even looking at him. The metal of his jeans clatters to the ground, your head dips, placing sloppy kisses on his thighs, your hand returning to palm his cock through his boxer. ''So pretty'' he mumbles, his hand moving to rest on your head as you move up kissing up towards his throbbing length.
You plant light kisses over him through the fabric while your hands smooth the skin of his thighs upwards, until they reach the waist band of his boxers, hooking your fingers around it. His hand moves again to your cheek and strokes it, his thumb ghosting over your lips parting them slightly. His eyes roam over your face, a hungry look in his eyes only half concealed but the exhaustion creeping up on him. It's after a minute his thumb tracing gently over your cheek, that you tug on the boxers again You sigh with an amused huff, ''Lift your hips so I can take these off” you nudge gently, taking his hand in your own and kissing his fingers, keeping your eyes on him. He pulls his hand away, you feel a small pout resting on your lips at the loss. He lifts his hips up with a small groan as his stomach tenses slightly, you reach your hands up pulling his boxers off, finally joining the jeans on the floor.
Your fingers close around his length and as his cock twitches in your hand, he whines, eyes squeezed closed, as his chin hits his chest. His hips thrusting into your clenched fist. Your thumb runs over the tip of his cock, he stiffens up letting out a small groan. You hum at his reaction, a small satisfied smile resting on your lips. You start stroking him up and down, not wanting to tease him, not tonight, with what he's been through already tonight, you can save that for another time.
He’s already close, between the adrenaline slowly tapering off and the blood loss, the fact he’s still conscious is a small miracle in itself. You keep pumping his cock in your hands as his hips push up to meet your fist, winching slightly. His jaw is clenched, eyes closed, soft whimpers and pleas leave his parted lips.
With a soft groan, he cums hard in your hands as he pants, warmth almost immediately coats your fingers. You continue stroking him, dragging out his orgasm as much as you can without completely wiping him out. His head falls back hitting the wall again and he breathes out gasps and slurred words. You lean over to grab tissue to wipe your hands but he stops you before you're able to, grabbing your wrist and bringing it up to his mouth. Licking your fingers, holding your eyes the entire time. “You’re such a menace”, even after almost bleeding out in your downstairs toilet he's absolutely insatiable.
You push yourself up to kiss him again, tasting him on his lips. His hands come up threading through your hair pulling you in. His lips moved against yours, you groan when you feel his teeth sink into your bottom lip before you pull away. ''Let's get you to bed before you get into any more trouble'' you grin, your forehead leaning against his.
I like to think that the batfamily is always complaining about how Jason is so hot headed and impulsive and reckless to the rest of the vigilante community. So before they actually meet Jason, they think he's this loud, brash guy who's always yelling and shooting at people's heads without a thought. But when they actually meet him, he's quiet, pensive, and everything he does is calculated and strategically executed. The vigilante community realizes that he's a Bat™ through and through, he's just the most impetuous out of all the brood when compared to the rest of the Bats™ and that really says something about the batfamily huh?
He’s pretty silent & off in the corner the whole time to the point most forget he’s even there before suddenly emoting and instantly everyone’s like “OH!!! *THAT’S* why the others talk about him like that!!!” because what other bat are you gonna see offer up an actual, genuine smile and laugh towards a joke the lantern across the room made?
Jason being known as the “emotional one” of the bats except it’s not in a “this asshole manchild” way but a “thank fucking God, one of them knows how to express an emotion without punching something” way is the good shit
Bruce: Red Hood is in your city to stir up trouble.
Ollie: well you always said he was reckless, arrogant and foolish right?
Bruce: He is.
Ollie: OK this should be easy.
(One extremely exhausting and traumatizing night later)
Ollie: NONE OF WHAT YOU SAID WSAS TRUE!
What’s the chance Bruce talks poorly of Jason purely because Jason does everything better AND manages an iota of emotional competence and Bruce is just mad about it
#literally how the ga crossover went#bruce: i forgot to mention he outsmarted me & everyone else for months & I played into his plan the entire time#ollie: you’re the worst person i have ever known
@shinyshammie's tags:
#Bruce: all I have left after Jason’s kicked my ass five ways to Sunday for the 50th time is my pride#Bruce: and admitting Jason is terrifyingly competent to the point that he had all of Gotham dancing to his tune would kill that pride#Bruce: time to lie#Bruce: it’s Oliver so it should be fine#now when Damian calls Jason the emotional one#I’m going to assume it’s done with excessively concealed admiration#Damian: Todd does everything Father says should make him a monster and yet is one of the most human of us all#Damian: no wonder Mother adopted him#Damian: does Father know Mother has adopted Todd#Damian: trick question I don’t actually care but I’m not telling him when I can mock him for being the inferior Batman instead#is he referring to Dick as the better Batman? Himself? Cassandra? Bruce will never know#DC#Red Hood#Jason Todd#Green Arrow#Oliver Queen#Batman#Bruce Wayne
