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more superbat x reader smut if you please 😛

i promise more superbat content IS coming!!! i’m working on a lot of different fics right now, but i plan on pushing out more superbat fics!

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older! bruce wayne x reader | a/n at the bottom!

tw: smut | MDNI 18+

“fuck, you’re perfect” bruce murmurs into your ear, his pelvis hitting against your ass harshly as he fucks you from behind.

“you’re doing so good for me.” bruce praises lazily as if he’s not aware of what he’s doing to you. your body feels on fire, your head dizzy from bruce’s strong arms locking you into a tight headlock. “you’d let me know if it’s too much, right, baby?”

you mange to give him a small nod as his bicep flexes against your jaw, his arm wrapping tighter as he continues his harsh pace.

“feels good.” you slur out dumbly, your hand wrapping around the lower part of his arm.

“yeah?” he questions lazily as he continues to thrust’s into you, slowing down a bit just to tease.

“i’m making you feel good?”

“yes.”

“hm, you’re good for my ego, baby.” bruce mumbles softly into your cheek, his mustache tickling you. his arm unwraps around your neck, just for his hand to grab softly at your jaw to angle your face closer. letting his lips press over your face, kissing you softly.

“you’re so pretty, you know that?” he kisses one more time before he bites into your cheek, making sure not to take a harsh enough bite to leave any mark on your pretty face.

“should keep you for myself.” bruce grumbles, biting your cheek again. “how many?”

“how many what?” you breathe, trying to stay focused on his words, but it’s hard when he’s all over you. you physically can’t pay attention for long, especially while he’s fucking you this good.

“how many boys are you seeing, baby?”

“just you.” you admit, you couldn’t be with any other guys your age after meeting bruce. he raised your expectations. he’s older, he treat’s you with respect, he spoils you rotten, and he knows how to fuck you.

you just couldn’t see yourself with another man.

“good, let’s keep it that way.” he picks up the pace again, thrusting harder as if he’s making a point that no one can make you feel this good. “those boys don’t know how to treat my baby right anyways, hm?”

you nod, stupidly agreeing to whatever he says.

“that’s right, sweetheart.” he grins, letting his arm wrap around you again; trapping you in another headlock.

“now be a good girl and come on this cock.”

a/n: pornstache! bruce wayne, i love you.

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dad! dick grayson x mom! reader

a/n: i need to get dick grayson pregnant.

“dad, sit still!” is the first thing you hear from your toddler when you step out of your bathroom after a long, relaxing bath. that your husband, dick insisted you should have. your husband always pushed for you to relax whenever you could, especially when you had your daughter with you all day long. he always made sure you were taken care of.

“can you not pull on my hair, princess?!” is the next thing you hear, you’re confident it’s dicks voice, though it’s not his usual tone… he sounds a bit panicky, maybe even a bit scared?

not once have you ever heard dick grayson sound so scared, which has you confused. what on earth could your little girl be doing to her father now? your daughter was a bit extreme; she was bossy and dramatic, maybe even a bit spoiled too. but you can’t rack up what could possibly have dick sound so terrified.

you quickly pad your way through the halls of your house to your living room. you stand in the doorway, witnessing dicks makeover.

with raised eyebrows, you watch silently as your daughter forces dick to lie back down (by pulling his hair) onto the living room floor so she can do his makeup.

she has all her kids’ makeup products lined up on the floor next to her: a little eyeshadow palette in the shape of a butterfly; bright pink blush; tiny makeup brushes, and of course, cotton candy-flavored lip gloss that was pink and sparkly.

oh your poor husband fell into a trap.

“you have to be still!” she scolds him again with a concentrated look on her chubby face, you watch as she dips a makeup brush into her blush and harshly applies it onto dicks cheek bones.

yikes, that color.

“i’m being very still.”

“you keep moving.” she snarks back, trading her blush makeup brush for the small eyeshadow sponge, dipping it into a bright blue color.

with narrowed blue eyes and a pout, she silently threatens your husband to stay still as she packs on the blue eyeshadow.

dick looks scared for his life right now, and that’s when you lose it. you burst out laughing. your big, muscular husband is scared of your little baby.

at the sound of your laughter, they both twist their heads towards where you’re standing, looking like twins.

“you’re letting her do your makeup?”

“she begged me, baby.” dick informs with a grumble, embarrassed you’re witnessing this. “i didn’t know it would be like this,”

“i thought she meant fake makeup.”

that gets a snort out of you, you watch as she pushes dicks forehead down again, so she can continue putting eyeshadow on him.

“are you regretting some life choices right now?” you question with an amused smile, watching as your toddler grabs the cotton candy lip gloss.

“yes.”

“dad, close!” she instructs as she rolls the sparkly lip gloss onto dicks lips. once finished and satisfied with her craft, your little girl lifts her head and gives you a smile.

she had the cutest little smile, you couldn’t help but be charmed, your heart twisting inside your chest knowing she’s growing up fast.

“doesn’t he look pretty, mom?”

you nod along, and then an idea pops.

you quickly grab your phone, taking his picture. you know you’ll need proof when you tell everyone about this.

“are you taking a picture?!”

“no.” you lie swiftly, taking more pictures.

“you better not send those to anyone.”

“i won’t.” you smile. you both know you’re lying.

“yeah right,” dick scoffs, grumbling under his breath. “this is what i get for being a good husband and father?”

“yes.” you take more pictures with a bright smile.

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jason todd x reader

a/n: jason todd’s biceps. that’s it.

“you’re staring again.” jason mumbles, his eyes never leaving his book as he points out that you’re shamelessly ogling him. it’s not like you could help it! your heavily muscled boyfriend was sitting in bed next to you, reading while shirtless.

how could you not stare at jason? he was leaning against the headboard of the bed, showing off his muscles. you were positive he was doing it on purpose, so yes, you were shamelessly staring.

“you’re my boyfriend, i’m allowed to stare.” you point out as your eyes rank over his body, staring a little too long at his bicep’s. you wanted to sink your teeth into him. silently, you slither closer, ready to bite him.

“no,” jason grunts out as he continues to keep his eyes glued to the book. “don’t even think about it, baby.” you stop abruptly, of course jason knew what you were thinking. he always did, it was charming and annoying at the same time. “i’m trying to read.”

“i wasn’t going to do anything,” you lie swiftly. easily. you lean closer. “i just wanted to see what book you were reading.”

“pride and prejudice.” jason replies bluntly, flipping the page of his book. “and i know you’re lying.”

“you’re reading it again?” you glance back down at jason’s book, your eyebrows furrowed. this was his millionth time rereading pride and prejudice. despite others’ perceptions of your boyfriend as an angry and aggressive man, jay was actually a big softie– a romantic even; he just struggled to show it. he struggled a lot, but he always tried, and that’s all that counts.

“yeah, i am,” he tosses out lamely, still reading his book.

“hm.” you hum, looking down at his book. you knew jason loved reading. it was his favorite hobby, and you’ve yet to read one of his favorite books.

“hm, what?” jason finally takes his eyes off the page, meeting yours. you can’t help but stare a bit. jason had pretty green eyes.

“baby?”

“what?” you blink out of your trance, met with jason’s amused expression, his lips ticked up into a small smile. “what’s going through that pretty head of yours?”

“oh,” you smile bashfully, feeling a little silly. “i was thinking maybe i could read this after you?” you question, tilting your head towards the book in his hands.

“yeah, you want to?”

“yes, i want to understand what you’re interested in.” jason’s smile widens, his chest swirling with warmth. no one’s ever wanted to read his favorite book to try to understand him better.

jason nods his head, turning back to his book. “you can have it after.” you nod happily, shifting closer, your eyes trailing down his toned body. he wasn’t paying any attention to you, too pleased to hear you’ll read pride and prejudice.

you lean your head down, sinking your teeth into his bicep. “fuck—!” jason hisses, caught off guard from the bite, twisting to get away from you.

“you’re fuckin’ evil.” jason grumbles under his breath, glaring at you with no real heat in his eyes as you continue to bite his bicep.

[madwcman]

bruce wayne with a NASTY pornstache.

[madwcman]

For a request: can you do superbat x reader with pegging please? 😍

superbat x reader | a/n at the bottom!

tw: smut | MDNI 18+

“harder,” bruce instructs, watching as you thrust into clark with your strap. you push your hips as hard as you can, trying to please clark and bruce. you had to admit you were a little hesitant with your movements. you didn’t want to hurt your sweet boyfriend.

after clark and bruce had mentioned they have an interest in pegging, you decided to give it a try for your boyfriends.

“i said harder.” bruce taunts with a raised eyebrow, clearly not impressed by your movements.

“maybe you should actually put in the work and do it yourself?” you snark back, rolling your hips faster. your confidence rising as you hear clark’s moans.

“he wanted you.” bruce clicks his tongue as he walks behind you, his large, rough hands rubbing your shoulders. “isn’t that right, clark?”

“yes,” you hear your boyfriend groan into the pillow. “feels so good.” he cries, pushing his hips back to match your movements. the strap plunging into his hole. “thank you.”

“oh, look who’s using their manners.” bruce’s lips murmur against your skin. his lips pressing against the crook of your neck. “he’s always so polite.” his hands wrapping loosely around your torso.

your hips stutter, bruce’s lips distracting you from the task at hand.

“thank you,” clark whimpers again. over and over as he continues to rock his hips backwards, the motion giving him more friction. you’re sure if you looked down to clark’s face you’d see his watery eyes and flushed face.

“it’s okay, clark.” you coo, your hand softly tracing his spine too soothe him. “doing so good, baby.”

“you gonna pay attention to me too?” bruce nips at your skin, he couldn’t help but be a little jealous brat. he wanted attention too. “or are you too busy babying the boy scout?”

“too busy,” you tease, continuing to soothe clark with your hand. unamused, bruce pinches your side and demands, “learn how to multitask.”

“focus on me too, baby.”

“someone sounds jealous.” clark grunts out, his boyish smile looking pretty as ever. he always found bruce’s jealousy amusing. “you can’t handle it when our girl pays a little more attention to me?” he continues to joke with bruce.

“oh, you got jokes, clark?” with narrow eyes, bruce places his hands on your hips firmly, pushing your hips harshly up to clark.

bruce keeps his hands on your hips, making sure you follow his pace. you can feel him smirking behind you. he always loved to be in control of the situation.

you’re boyfriend was a bit of a control freak.

you watch clark come from your movements. his face hot and wet from the crying. your stomach swirling with desire as you hear clark whimper under you and bruce.

your hand holds firmly on clark’s hip, letting your thumb rub in a circular motion, comforting the strong muscular man in front of you. you slowly pull the strap out. “you did so well, clark.”

you instantly praise your boyfriend, and bruce nods. a silent approval as he watches clark collapse on the bed.

you climb up into bed next to clark, pressing a kiss to his cheek. bruce follows behind you, gently kissing your shoulder and muttering, “you’re next.”

a/n: first time ever writing pegging… be kind to me world.

[madwcman]

writing smut during my work break…

[madwcman]

dad! dick grayson x mom! reader

a/n: saw a tiktok and thought of dick grayson.

“feel good, babe?” dick mumbles as he tilts his head down to look at you, his fingers prodding softly at your feet.

it was a sweet gesture of your husband to do. every time he found you relaxing on the couch in the evening, he’d lift your feet into his lap and massage them gently.

it was practically part of your schedule. after a long day, you’d relax and have dick message your feet.

“feels amazing.” you hum, letting your eyes flutter shut and your body relax into the soft living room couch as a movie plays on the tv screen.

“good, just relax, baby. let me take care of you.”

and you do. you sigh in relief. your feet have been aching for a while. having to be on your feet all day, chasing after your toddler. she was going through a phase where running from you was her favorite game.

your relaxation doesn’t last long when your ears prick up to the pitter-patter of light feet hitting the wooden floor.

twisting your head, you’re met with a round, chubby face that wears the same pout as you, bright blue eyes, and dark curls. your little girl.

she twists her head, looking back and forth at you and dick. her frown deepens more as she places her chubby little hands on her hips. she was clearly feeling moody, sassy, and left out.

you watch as she climbs onto the other side of dick with a little huff. “dad, me too!” she demands, placing her feet onto his other thigh. you couldn’t help but laugh at your little girl; it was just adorable.

“bossy,” dick laughs gently, bringing his other hand to massage her little foot. your heart swells. dick always manages to take care of both you and your daughter. “just like your mom.” he mutters teasingly.

scoffing gently, you nudge your foot into his hand, your eyes playfully narrowing at him. he gives you that charming smile of his, the one that makes you melt into his hands.

“we need another boy. i’m tired of being surrounded by you two,” dick teases lightly, with no bite to his words. his eyes are soft and his smile relaxed. he adored his two favorite girls. “you’re both really demanding, ya know.”

“yeah, right, dick. you’re right where you want to be.” You mumble, looking up at him pointedly. you know you’re right. dick never once made you feel like you weren’t adored or loved.

“you got me.” he laughs, leaning in. he presses a soft, small kiss onto your lips.

“my turn!” your daughter demands, feeling jealous. dick snorts and leans down, pressing multiple pecks on your daughter’s face, causing her to squeal. You’re happy to think you picked the perfect husband and father for your daughter.

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cowboy! jason todd x reader

a/n: first post with jason? hell yeah 😛

“c’mon, give me a kiss before I leave.” jason softly mumbles into your ear. pulling you in softly, hoping to coax you into not being angry with him. he sighs, jason knew this would happen; it always did. jason was always a lonesome cowboy. he often would travel to a different town, stay for a few weeks before he picked up and left it behind. but he always came back to this small town, just for a visit, just to see you. it was cruel of him in a way. to keep you waiting for months only for him stay a week or two.

“you always do this, jason.” you huff, your tone filled with sorrow. you refuse to wrap your arms around him. you refuse to say goodbye. “you don’t have to leave.” you speak softly, frowning up at him.

“you know i don’t like to overstay.” he’s stubborn and stern. you hate it. you hate this flawed trait of his. you wish he would listen to you.

jason pulls from you, softly smiling down. “this isn’t my home.”

“but it could be, jason.” It’s silent for a moment. you know he’ll never stay. he never does when you plead with him to. “at least take me with you?”

“no, sweetheart. you know I can’t.”

“now come on, give me a kiss before i leave?” jason places his hands on your hips firmly, leaning closer into you. “you know i always come back.” he mumbles with that cocky smile that you learn to loathe. when you don’t smile back, jason silently lets you go.

jason readjusts his cowboy hat as he walks over to his horse. you watch, cursing him for always doing this; leaving you alone as he mounts his horse.

watching jason’s broad figure disappear on his horse, you silently hope he doesn’t come back. then maybe just maybe you won’t have to deal with this grief or heartbreak forever.

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i just finished ‘the blood we crave: part two’ by monty jay AND I ALREADY MISS LYRATHATCH.

grieving them as if i know them personally 🫩

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Why are there almost no Hal Jordan fanfics??? Why aren't there any fanfics about him that don't portray him as an old man??? I want him to be 25 to 35 years old!! I want him to be a conceited jerk!! I want him to be controversial!! I want hot fanfics of him like that!!!

He's hot when he's young, and I need fanfics where he's described that way 😭😭😭😭

[madwcman]

happy birthday!

THANK YOUU QUEEN!!

[madwcman]

superbat x reader | a/n at the bottom!

tw: smut | MDNI 18+

“please.”

“not yet.” bruce instructs clark, sitting behind you, observing. his muscular nude chest flushed against your back.

“please,” clark begs again, his face scrunching up as he thrust into your tight cunt harder. “i just need to come.” his hands grip onto your hips with an iron grip, making sure you stay in place.

“not until she comes a second time.” bruce grunts out, his eyes narrowing in on clark. keeping an eye on him. your body withers at bruce’s words; already feeling like it’s on fire, and he was expecting another one out of you? you honestly don’t know if you could go on without losing your mind.

you weren’t dumb, bruce was using you to make an example out of clark. this was clearly some type of punishment… or bruce just really got off to clark’s crying, you of course don’t mind hearing whimpers from your boyfriend either but this was starting to feel a little more of a punishment on you too now.

sinking into bruce’s chest you feel clark’s pelvis hitting against you, his thrust hard and sloppy, trying to desperately chase his high. you couldn’t help but close your eyes. the feeling of clark slamming his cock into you was overwhelming

“open your eyes, baby.” bruce demands his fingers pinching at your side. “look at how greedy clark’s being.”

your eyes flutter open, feeling hazy as you look down at your hips, watching as clark thrust into you over and over again. you can’t help but whimper at the sight as your cunt tightens around him. “he’s using you as some toy.” your other boyfriend taunts, his voice whispering in your ear as his hand snakes down your body, groping your tits. being just as greedy, if not more than clark.

“please, bruce.” the man above you cries more, his round blue eyes stare into bruce’s as he continues to rut into you. leaning his face closer, clark presses his lips against bruce’s.

looking over to your boyfriends causes your stomach to swirl, butterflies flying around as your heart thumps against your chest. you can’t help but stare at them. “why don’t you show our girl some love, hm?” bruce mutters against clark’s lips, with a final small peck, he pulls from clark.

happily obliging, clark leans down to you, his swollen lips pressing against your neck, his tongue gently swirls around. making a small mark. leaning back up, his eyes flick to your neck before looking at you. “you’re so pretty, honey.” he murmurs his hips thrusting harshly into you again, his hands digging into the skin of your own hips, focusing back on making you both feel good, blowing out shallow breaths he tilts his head down looking at where your hips meet his. “i want to make you feel good.”

“you are, clark.” you choke out, feeling bruce’s hands pinching the bud of your breast, rolling your nipple between his finger and thumb, his eyes staring greedily as clark fucks you.

with your praise, clark continues his rhythm, his large muscular thighs smack against your limp ones. the pain and pleasure mixing together overwhelms you.

“i can’t-“ you start, your legs shaking and body feeling hot and flushed. “you can, and will.” bruce murmurs into your skin, nipping sharply at your jaw to distract you. “go on, give clark another one, baby.” he whispers his lips pecking gently where he was nipping at your skin. “come and you can be done.”

the logical part of you knew bruce was lying. he wasn’t even close to being done with you or clark for the night. he hasn’t even gotten off himself. this is how it always went. he’d tease and wait until you were completely fucked dumb. but you nod anyway, overwhelmed by clark to think straight.

“harder, give her greedy little cunt what she wants.” thrusting sharply, clark eyes screw shut, he can feel your cunt squeezing him, making it more harder for him to not spill his seed into you this very moment. he knew if he came before you did a second time bruce would be utterly pissed with him. he was trying his best here, but clark could only take so much! with a few final thrust you both lose it. your legs shake, your walls pulsing around clark’s cock as he continues to ram into you, spilling into you as he cries and whines for you.

drained and tired clark stills, slowly pulling out, he slumps against your body, his face digging into your damp neck. too tired to even care how hot and sticky you’re feeling you bring a hand up to his hair, playing with it gently.

“good job, the both of you.” bruce praises gently from behind you, his hand squeezing your side gently as he looks down at you and clark. your body stiffens, feeling his erection against your body. now fully aware you are nowhere near done for the night.

a/n: it’s my birthday, so here’s my gift to you guys!! ♡

[madwcman]

okay hear me out: heated rivalry but make it superbat 😛

[xx-batarang-xx]

jason is his twin… :(

DC K.O. KNIGHTFIGHT #2 - 2025

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paring: knight! jason x princess! reader

wc: 2.5k | part one here! l a/n at end!

feeling jason’s eyes on you makes you scared to even look him in the eye. you’re sure he is still wearing his cold glare. he’s been wearing it since you rejected his proposal to run away with him. it’s been a week. a week has passed and jason is still mad with you. rightfully so.

you keep your eyes trained on your fiancé. 

you look at the prince sitting across from you, sipping on a cup of tea looking royal and proper. he was wearing a gray suit and his blonde hair was styled perfectly. he wasn’t rugged, he wasn’t sitting carelessly like jason would have. tilting your head down, you  huff to yourself. you need to stop comparing the two. 

leaning your head sideways looking past the prince you catch jason’s eye, he stands across from you, leaning against the gazebo you all were sitting under. his large muscular arms crossed over his chest. your body heats up instantly, feeling on fire. the night you shared together flashes. his toned muscled body, his words, his touches all swirl in your mind. his love confession, his begging to run away together. you couldn’t help it! whenever you catch jason’s eyes, all the memories of that night clouds your mind. it lingers.

it was aggravating because jason’s around you all the time. how were you supposed to get over him when he’s hired to follow you? 

his eyes narrow as his jaw locks, yep, still pissed. biting your lips, feeling guilty you continue to stare. you were supposed to be getting married to the man sitting across from you, but here you are eyeing your body guard. the one you yearned for. 

lifting his eyebrow up at you, jason still glares at you. questioning what you’re doing. you helplessly shrug. 

hearing the prince clear his throat breaks you from your trance. glancing at jason all he does is give you a petty shrug. tilting his head forward, telling you to pay attention to the prince in front of you. you do as he says. you pay attention to your prince.

an hour of boring chatter and wedding planning your shared tea date is over. you can practically cry from joy! you both stand from the table, he raises your hand to his lips. kissing the hand gently, he smirks. fighting off the urge to grimace in disgust. instead you show off your picture perfect smile. the one you worn over the years to make others happy. to please him. he pulls away as he drops your hand. watching him walk away you wipe the back of your hand on your dress. grimacing.

painfully aware you're now alone with jason your body stiffens. you slowly turn and face jason. he still wearing his grumpy frown. still leaning against the gazebo. still mad at you. you wish you could kiss the frown away.

“jason-“ your voice cracks from the dryness. feeling hot, your palms start to sweat from the anxious feeling. walking past you, jason uncrosses his arms. footsteps echoing from his boots. “we need to keep going, princess. you’re on a tight schedule.” his tone is hard and gruff. serious. nothing like his old careless tone. your shoulders sag as you sigh. “jason-“ you try again but you’re instantly cut off. “you have dress shopping with your bridal party.” yeah. this wasn’t going to be easy. 

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“too plain, and the dress shows too much of your figure.” with a disapproving frown, your mother nitpicks at your first wedding dress choice. it was a sleek, elegant white wedding dress that hugged your figure tightly. the sleeves were long and the dress has buttons on the back. sure it was a bit plain, but you loved it. “not proper,” your aunt advises, nodding along with your mother with her brows furrowed. “or royal. not fit for a future queen.” as your bridesmaid’s, mother and aunt discuss your wedding dress. you drown them out. your eyes trailing to jason. he’s already looking at you. his face was stoney, his eyes sad. “go try on my pick, dear.” your mother demands, you watch jason roll his eyes. though he worked under your parents, he was never fond of your mother. 

like a well trained dog, you do as your mother says. you try on her pick. it was big, poofy and extravagant. the corset hugged onto you tightly. the train of the dress just seemed endless alongside the veil. you felt like a cupcake. standing in front of your bridal party, you go stiff as they look up at you in awe. jumping to compliment you. “your husband will love it.” your mother smiles, her face wrinkly. “i’m sure the prince will cry!” another yells out.

“it’s supposed to be jason.” you’re brain hisses at you. “jason’s the one you want to marry, not a stupid prince!” and in full honesty, it was. it was supposed to be jason. smiling wearily at everyone, your eyes find jason’s, again. he smiled sadly up at you. your heart beat rapids, thumping against your chest. your not sure if it’s the corset or jason’s sad smile but you feel breathless. god, it really was supposed to be him. “that’s the one.” your mother decided with a satisfying nod. you shake your head, looking at your mother with wide eyes “but-“ 

turning to you with a raised eyebrow and a stern frown your mother cuts you off, “it’s perfect.” huffing, you bow your head. your mother won this battle. smiling sweetly, your mother knows she’s won. she’s gotten her way. again. turning, your mothers smile disappears. “jason, make sure the princess gets home safely.” she advises sternly. “we’re on a tight schedule tomorrow and the next day!” jason nods, his small and sad smile long gone. his face back to looking stoney and serious. your mother nods back. “good. we’ll be going.” after paying the bill of the dress, your mother and the rest leave. leaving you alone in your wedding dress with jason. 

why was everyone leaving you alone with jason today?! well, it’s his job. and usually it wouldn’t have bothered you if there wasn’t unresolved issues and tension so thick it couldn’t be cut with a knife. not to mention it was usually normal to be left alone with him. jason was truly the only person who you counted as a friend. and now? it’s weird and awkward. 

“you look beautiful.” jason cuts you away from your internal breakdown. his words come out rugged, but you know it’s genuine. tilting your head up. you stare at him. you couldn’t help it, jason was beautiful. “not too much?”

“oh, i didn’t say that.” he scoffs, his lips tilting up. “it’s definitely,” jason trails off, looking down at your figure, his face twisting in disgust. “something.” 

“oh.” 

“look,” jason breaks off, knowing his words and facial expressions twisted his meaning. “you’re beautiful in the gown. it’s just not you.” he steps closer, his face softening. “the first dress? i liked it better than the one your mom picked.” 

“you looked happier in the first one.” he shrugs. his voice quiet, almost like a whisper. “it suited you better.” 

silently looking down at you in your wedding dress for a moment, jason shuts his eyes. shaking his head, he cools his expression. opening his eyes again, jason looks away. taking a step back. “come on, change. we have to get you home.” 

stepping away, you walk back to the dressing rooms. stopping, you turn back to jason. “jason?”tilting his head, jason gives you his full attention, humming. “hm?”

“i’m sorry.” for not choosing you. for not running away with you.

“yeah, me too.” he sighs, not speaking another word. you turn around. 

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being spun around over and over again makes you feel nauseous. another party. another stupid ball for your engagement. this was the last night of you being a single woman. this was suffocating. the engagement ring on your finger felt tight. too tight. looking at the prince in front of you made you sick. narrowing your eyes up at him, you study his features. he wasn’t much taller than you. his hair blonde, his eyes dark and his skin tan. again, he was handsome in the general sense. but he wasn’t jason. you were marrying a man you barely knew or trusted. a man who was just- so different. “what’s that look for?” the prince laughs, his tone posh and neat. 

“nothing,” you drop the glare looking around the room for jason, he isn’t here. you can’t see him. the prince hums, squeezing your waist. not bothering to push you for answers. pulling away from the prince, speaking abruptly. you come up with a lousy excuse to leave. “i need some air.” offering a smile, you yank your dress up a bit and leave the room where the party was being held. 

running through the halls, you open the glass doors that open to the rose gardens. making your way down the steps you take two at a time, needing to be as far away from the party as you can be. having a strong need to drown everything out. 

“needed a break from the dancing?” hearing jason’s amused voice had you spinning around, breathing hard from the running.  “finally going to have a conversation with me?” you couldn’t help but be petty with jason. you lift an eyebrow up at him as you pant for air. 

“depends.” he shrugs, stepping down the stairs, walking closer to you. “on?” 

“on if you still plan on marrying him.” his large palm grips onto your hip, pulling you closer. his chest against yours.“you’re not going to let this go, are you?” you question, breathlessly. your chest heaving from the closeness. from his touch. “no.” 

“jason, you have to.” you struggle out, still breathing heavily. closing your eyes as he holds you. “no.”

“no?” snapping your eyes open, you stare up at him. “no, i’m not letting this go.” he’s serious, he means every word. you can see the genuine emotion in his eyes. “i love you.” you open your mouth to argue then snap it shut, huffing for some air, mumbling. “i love you too.”

“then leave him.“ he murmurs, rushing his words out, they come out fast. his hand comes up trailing against your cheek. then tucking a loose stand of hair away from your face. you pull away, though. missing his touch instantly. “you know i can’t.”

jason reaches out to touch you again. but you stand your ground. you pull back. it wasn’t fair to jason but you couldn’t let him touch you. it makes leaving harder. “leave him, please.” 

“i can’t.” 

“why not?!” he snaps, his voice raising. he’s getting frustrated, his face turning red with anger. “because, my family needs me to.” you shriek out, equally heated. “hell, the country-“

“i don’t care about any of that shit!” he huffs out, blowing a long breath to steady himself. to calm down. “i don’t care about your family or what the country needs. i only care about you and your needs.” jason snatches your hand back, holding it close to his chest. “please.” 

“jason-“ you pull away, taking your hand with you. it falls to your side. feeling empty without jason holding it. jason looks at you, his face twisting in pain. his words croaking out. “i won’t give up,” his body was trembling, his shoulders shaking as if he was going to cry. this is your fault. “i hope you know that.” 

“just think about it.” staring at him, feeling helpless, you nod. you’ll think about it. you’ll have all night to. sighing, you step closer and place your hands on his face, cradling it softly, your thumbs swiping away rouge tears. you place your lips on his, it’s a soft sweet kiss. 

pulling away, you stare at the beautiful man standing in front of you. “i’ll think about it.” you whisper, pulling away you turn, walking back to the castle, blinking away tears. you were in too deep. too in love with him.  you mumble your next words to yourself. “what have i done?”

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in the morning, your head is tilted down as your mother places your vail in your hair, you should be happy, everyone around you was. but all you felt was dread. standing in front of the mirror you stare at your reflection. you look gorgeous, everything looked perfect. the dress; the hair; makeup; even the flower bouquet. your eyes travel up your body, staring up at your dress and flowers held in your hands tightly. standing straight you exhale a shaky breath when you meet jason’s eyes. you blink at him rapidly, continuing to stare at him through the mirror. he was upset with you. jasons body was stiff with his arms crossed as usual. his uniform was replaced with a nice black suit with a black tie, but your sure he had some type of bullet proof vest underneath. jason was always cautious when it came to safety. 

tilting your head back down and wrapping your arms around your midsection. “i need a few moments alone.” you whisper to your mother, she nods and walks around collecting your bridal party murmuring about your ‘wedding jitters’ sure, that’s what it was. you huff out a sigh as the room empties. lifting your head back to the mirror you watch as jason closes the door behind the small bridal party. leaving you two alone. 

his eyes burn into yours, stepping closer. “you’re really going to go through with it?” he whispers, taking more steps closer his hands grabbing ahold of your hips. “jason,” you tremble, feeling him squeeze you gently, watching him through the mirror. “please.” he whispers, his chest against your back. “just,“ he sighs, his nose digging against your neck. “leave with me. i can make you happy.”

“you don’t love him,” jason’s voice is harsh, strangled and rough. “he can’t protect you.” 

you turn to face him, tilting your head up. he sighs, his hand wraps around a loose curl. pulling from your neck he stares down at you. his eyes are sad and vulnerable. “i can protect you. love you.” 

“just run away with me.” jason begs again, you stare up at him for a moment, biting harshly on your lip as you think. you loved jason, but didn’t you owe it to your family and the royal court to marry the prince you were engaged to? you look around the room, and glance down at your stupid puffy wedding dress and the bouquet in your hand. you couldn’t do it. this wasn’t you. 

you throw down your flowers and stare at jason. “i can’t-“ breathing heavily, you rip off your vail and toss it down. jason’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “i can’t marry him.”  you decided, boldly. jason’s lips quirk up. he takes your hand and locks his fingers with yours. “c’mon.”

you scoop the end of your wedding dress with your open hand and let jason drag you out of the room. running fast, you pass your shocked bridal party and your scandalized mother. passing your wedding guest left and right, you turn, laughing as you yell out carelessly. “sorry!” not feeling sorry at all. running out of the church hearing the screams and shouts of family members, royal advisers and your fiancé. reaching jason’s car you turn and see multiple people running after you. gulping a breath of air you follow jason to his car and climb in.

turning back as jason drives away, you watch the angry and shocked faces disappear, you smile to yourself. you’re free. 

twisting to look at jason with a mischievous smile. everything was a hot mess, but without a care you lean into jason’s side as he drives you both away. pressing a kiss to his neck you knew you made the right decision when his lips tick up into a smile.

a/n: i guess this is more body guard! jason than knight! jason since its modern, oh well. i MIGHT make a part three. 😓