peachy

don't mind me im just here for the show

[spookdnerves]

I need these guys to get their own comic run

[honeysucklewatr]

should’ve told you

angst | fluff | “it’s okay to love them both”

synopsis: jason todd swept you right off your feet, until he couldn’t handle how close you got to him. but his brother doesn’t act the same way when you meet him at a college bar so why can’t you stop thinking of jason?

tags: angst, fluff, reader knows jason first but he’s emotionally an idiot. dick doesn’t know they used to talk. suggestive. eventual smut. jason is kinda an asshole at the start but he’ll redeem himself.

a/n: there is absolutely no overlap in their talking or relationship. jason is terrible at communication here and dick is oblivious. #iloveyoujasontodd

if tenderness could be personified, it would whisper jason todd’s name. and if love could pierce your soul, you’d feel his arms around your heart, clenching to pump through your veins.

that’s how much he convinced you of it in the last four months you’d known him. it was almost immediate how you knew you’d like him, and he made him clear with his actions that he felt the same.

though you quickly realized that while his words were enough to penetrate your thoughts profoundly, he didn’t know how to put emotions in relation to how he was. he only used humour. jason peter todd held the key to every good and every bad because he was the most human anyone could get.

his hands clasped around yours on that cold summer night a year from today. now, he’s fighting the urge to just pull you into his lap and share his warmth because you were his brothers girl. the one that supposedly met dick first.

but dick didn’t know you’d seen jason at that coffee shop first. that he’d ordered something off the menu thinking it was a black coffee but really it was an americano with two pumps of syrup, grimacing disgusted when he drank it. or that he softened when he saw you laugh and point to the menu, telling him, no one ever really bought that drink. or how his eyes crinkled when you made him a new drink and how he thanked you generously when you told him he didn’t have to pay. and he wasn’t used to this, being on the receiving end of the tenderness.

no one found out that jason would come to your shop often then, bringing his cheeky humour and his roughened edges that you’d dulled. you’d take your breaks around the same time everyday and he’d be sure to be there, and sit with you by the patio to talk about the future he knew was uncertain.

his hands would linger near yours but never close enough to really touch.

just warmth radiating fondly.

the two of you walked home a few times. only when you casually mentioned you lived close by. he frowned and shook his head at you like you were the innocently naive, saying.

“gotham is dangerous and she is evil, but she’ll love you if you protect yourself, y’know?” he watches you blink at him before he shoots you a smile. “i’ll be back to walk you. wait for me.”

and he did walk you home everyday for the following few weeks.

jason was hesitant on touching you, always needing some reassurance to do so but when he finally took the courage and kissed you, it felt like sparks flew. his palms were clenched tight while he leaned you backwards, just enough for your back to arch. then you guided his trembling hands to your hips, reassuring with your gentle touch and they found their way around.

he put one of his hands on the small of your back while he changed his tempo, lips curving around yours as he held you closer. desperately, he pressed himself to you, keeping you there like you’d run. god, you wouldn’t dream of running.

but that was it.

you kissed once and it was insanely good. he’d groan into your mouth and touch your hair like he needed more. swallowing the sound down, it sounded like music to your ears when he did it. you’d feel the weight of him, unmistakable against your body, warm and heavy.

then he disappeared again for a few days.

but by the eighth week, he came by your house when you were off, lounging on your couch. giant t-shirt draping over your body as you ate takeout from the box. he opened the window and let himself in, crawling inside like it was hard to do.

you ran to him, of course you did. grabbing his arm more roughly than intended, you draped it over your shoulder and lugged the man to his feet. pulling him with immense difficulty to the couch and dropping him there to run wordlessly and grab the first aid kit before panicking when you returned.

“i—fuck, what happened? who did this?” rasping as you sat on your knees to clean the cuts on his face. “are you hurt anywhere else? should i take you to the hospital?”

he grabs your wrist when you reach for your phone and brings it to your chest. “no,” it’s almost a breathless gasp. “please don’t.”

you nod slowly as you start to pull up his shirt and cut through the fabric. not entirely sure what to do but trying nonetheless to help the regular you’d been silently crushing on for the last month. cleaning up the slash on his abdomen and watching his face contort when you put ointment and a bandage. you watch as he slowly drifts and falls asleep, lips parting blissfully. then his hands reach out for you when you stand with his eyes still closed, he whispers your name in a sigh.

“thank you ma.”

you let him sleep off whatever the hell it was and wash the blood from your hands despite the shakiness it presented. you shower silently and replay the evening over in your mind. nearly forgetting that this man passed out in your couch had gotten into your apartment though you’d never brought him up with you. before, he’d only walked you to the building.

how did he know which one was yours?

part of you was terrified of him but the other part was worried. you check on him repeatedly on the night but when you see his breathing has evened out, you head back to your room after dealing a blanket over him. you fall asleep unwillingly with your bedroom door locked and a desk in front of it.

when you wake in the morning, he’s gone with all traces of himself with it.

jason doesn’t come by for days later though you don’t stop looking for him. the stain you swore was on your couch is cleaned and the seat he took in the shop was cold. he hadn’t gotten his bitter drink from you in a while and despite his sudden, horrifying appearance at your place, you miss him.

you look for him even though a part of your brain was nagging you to stop. you ask your coworkers, and even your manager for camera access, they all say no. people say they don’t even remember him, and you start to feel crazy.

did you imagine him?

but when you go to the library by your place to study, you see him hunched over a copy of animal farm and oversized hoodie engulfing him. not even a minute goes by before he sees you too. though to your surprise, he comes up to you.

“hey,” his voice the same strong yet unsure tone that you grew to love.

“hey,” continuing to flip brought your page and sparing him a short glance. “haven’t seen you in a while.”

he sighs and sets his book down at your desk, pulling a chair out to sit next to you. “i’m sorry. i haven’t come by i just didn’t know how to apologize.”

you blink at him, “apologize for what? scaring me shitless and then disappearing without letting me know you were okay? fuck you dude.”

“wait,” grasping his long fingers around your wrist when you try to get up to leave. “i didn’t know where else to go. just let me explain. please?”

his eyes shone with a gentle sheen of wetness that showed his sincerity. the nagging disappeared as you listened to him and nodded, letting him lead you to the corner of the library.

only then does he tell you about his family. about the way the life has treated him like a punching bag and how the man that he thought was protecting him wasn’t willing to take all of the risks. he told you about how he wanted to fix this place for good. how all of the bad people seem to keep winning and that he didn’t want to be part of that anymore. he started to see how his anger was always warranted, and how the world had turned their back on him. the love that fostered over these last few weeks only bloomed further.

noticing how his eyes flicker across your face or how he watched, you take a drag of a cigarette when you stood outside. the both of you had become accustomed to one another, and the familiarity of his gaze didn’t burn, but it warmed you up. It was no surprise when he finally let his eyes fall to your lips, trying not to give in to what he wanted from you so bad.

though he was taken aback when you took the initiative and pressed his hovering hands to yours. then you kissed him and it felt like church bells rang in his mind as he lost all resemblance of himself. jason walked you back to the brick wall and pressed you there, hand caressing your cheek as you moaned softly into his mouth. he swallowed it down and shivered when you bit his lip.

his strong arms lifted you up and deepened the kiss, slowly grinding his hips back into yours when you shifted against him. breathlessly, you feel yourself surrender to him, just like you knew you would. the moment gets more heated as you drop your fingers to wiggle at his belt, letting the metal clink and fall open when he reluctantly pulls back. breath warm and heady as he gasps for air and rubs your cheek with his free hand, watching you blink confused at him.

“no,” breathlessly gasping. “i can’t do this to you.”

furrowing your brows at the implication of his words, you shake your head. “do what?”

“this,” he says quickly before gently moving you off of him so he could move away. “touching you.”

entirely confused by his sudden change you only take a couple steps backwards too. hand coming up to touch your lips like it could hold his memory there. jason seems to notice and moves in a little closer.

“i have done a lot of bad things in my life. i’ve hurt people because i was angry and i’ve lost control more times than i could remember.” he rasps. “i don’t want to do that to you. i can’t do that to you.”

you can’t help but scoff. “i’m a grown woman jason and you’re the one who broke into my apartment bleeding and ran away before we could discuss it.”

“and i shouldn’t have done that.” he sighs. “i shouldn’t have involved you.”

this time you press on. the tension between you unbearable as you yearn for the touch of his skin. “maybe i want to be involved.”

an incredulous laugh escapes him as he shakes his head. “you are not involved.”

crossing your arms over your chest in defiance, “i think a guy showing up in the middle of the night, bleeding all over my living room makes me involved.”

“it doesn’t. trust me, you don’t want any part of this life. you’re just gonna get hurt.” he argues back.

squinting your eyes at him, you sigh. “let me worry about myself.”

“i can’t.”

“that’s not really my problem now is it?”

jason takes a moment to look you from eye to eye. “listen to me. you are not apart of this.”

“and you listen to me jason.” you reply quickly wanting him to understand without realizing how both your voices had risen. “you made me a part of this the day you walked into the shop.”

“yeah and i regret that!” the words escape him before he can think about how it could hurt.

your lips part and your brows had a soft furrow in them. a breathless gasp slips in shock. “you don’t mean that.”

“i do mean that.” doubling down on his words. “it was idiotic of me to involve you and i shouldn’t have brought some civilian girl into this so let’s just forget it ever happened.”

trying not to show how your heart crumbled, you take a couple backward steps. you watch as his face contorts and returns back to its original form.

“i thought...” you trail off when he finishes it for you.

“you thought i was the boyfriend type?” he throws back more harshly than he needed to. “that i’d be all loving and mushy? that’s not me and that’ll never be me so just drop it.”

he didn’t take the words back. he didn’t try to stop you from believing what he said was true. he wanted you to believe it and part of you did even if most of you was screaming that he was trying to protect you. deep down you knew this was his coping mechanism. this was how he saved you both even if it meant sacrificing himself.

but mostly, a deep rooted sense of distain took for him. this was cowardice. this was a kind of protection that you never asked for and it was all his fault. he was the one to involve you in this in the first place and now he was blaming you for trying. now part of you was blaming yourself for letting yourself believe that this could’ve been something.

a soft sigh escaped you as you slowly nod your head at him. “right.”

turning around and walking back towards where your things sat. You collect your belongings and leave without another word letting him ponder on his own if that’s what he was even really doing. You decide then and there you won’t look for him, but this was not something that you needed to weigh heavy on your mind. So many other responsibilities had already taken form in your life and here he was making it harder for the both of you.

the following weeks you find yourself, looking for traces of him in mundane things. orders of black coffees with no milk and no sugar you find yourself thinking of him. leather jackets and cargo pants seem to bring you to his attire.

you accidentally cut your hand cooking dinner on the third month and the blood droplets seem to capture you. Why did they take you back to him? Why couldn’t he have just been a normal guy?

You try to throw yourself back into the thick of everything else. Your friends invite you out for parties for birthdays and you don’t skip any of them. You go out for lunch you take them to dinner and inevitably you go to a bar.

You tell yourself that this is gonna pass and that you just need to find someone to take your mind off of the guy, the mysterious one, who broke your heart without ever really knowing him.

That’s when you meet him—Dick Grayson.

His dark luscious hair and his beautiful piercing eyes. He was the life of the party. He is everything that you needed to pull you out of the slump. There’s something faintly reminds you of someone else you pushed that feeling and that thought down and instead you let him buy you a drink. And then another. And then another. When he goes in for a kiss, you pull back and you’re not even sure why.

this gorgeous guy was trying to get with you and here you were thinking of some idiot who left you high and dry at a public library.

when you go to work a coffee bar at some fancy gala, there Dick is again.

only this time he’s lost that sleazy unbuttoned shirt that he was wearing at the bar and it’s been replaced by a sleek neatly tucked in suit. one that looked like it costs double what your rent is for the month. you tell yourself you’re not being a look at him you’re not even gonna give him satisfaction or yourself the heartbreak even if that wasn’t even a sure thing.

But he’s the one to approach you and all you really wanted was a distraction.

“well hello gorgeous. i didn’t think i’d see you so soon.”

you blink up at him, hand still holding a half made drink as you awkwardly smile. somehow dick finds entire thing endearing and he gets you out from behind the table, pulling your apron off and leaving the banquet entirely. charming as ever, it doesn’t take much for him to convince you to follow along and fall into his advances.

slowly, he makes his way into your life too. but the difference is dick pulls you into his, bringing you gifts and lavish things that you’d never really cared for. he invited you to parties that aren’t your scene and he introduces you to his friends. when he kisses you, it’s hunger and delight. it’s on your way back to his apartment, when the both of you had a little too much to drink.

his hands reach yours while you walk and he brings you closer by your waist. fingers lingering by your hip when he says your name quietly. when you turn to look at him, he presses his lips to yours, soft and plump. it’s teeth and lips when he pushes you against the door, desperate hands trailing down your waistband when he tries to feel your underwear through the silky dress. you gasp his name into his mouth and press your hand to his chest. a small whisper of a not yet, that he nods and takes like it was no big deal.

yet here you were, yearning for something more difficult. something more devastating that you felt guilty for taking this moment for granted. there’s no explicit label on the two of you, but the message is clear to everyone around you and him alike.

you’re his girl.

months go by like this, where nothing progressed beyond sitting in his lap, kissing him hard and apologizing when he wanted more. but dick was patient and he was understanding and he waited.

now you’re sat at another one of the many galas you’d attended in the last year and dick is busy chatting away a group of stupidly rich people. conversing with them like he’s meant to and slyly receiving touches and remarks about his looks that should’ve made you angry or jealous. but you never were. his personality was flirty as is and you didn’t care that other people appreciated how attractive he was. if anything it was like a compliment.

coddling a fruity drink in his hand and another to gesture wildly, dick laughed all evening and secured a couple of deals for his fathers company. the company he’d never truly elaborate on so you wouldn’t know why he was away at odd times in the night. or why he sometimes got phone calls mid-date and needed to leave for a while before texting you that he’s sorry he can’t make it.

somehow, none of it really mattered. part of you knew that dick grayson wasn’t yours.

by the time you get to the manor with dick, he’s wasted and bubbly enough to be looser. though it amplifies his flirty personality and he spends the limo ride home kissing down your neck, leaving marks that you definitely didn’t want to stay. you tilt your head for and hum his name.

“gray, you’re gonna leave a mark.” fake protesting even as your eyes roll in pleasure.

“i want to leave plenty.” groaning against your neck as the car stops by the house.

he reaches over and pulls the window down to hide from the rear view mirror, bringing you up onto his lap. the plush of your ass is kneaded as he shifts your hips against him, dragging and gasping at the sensation. minutes go by like this, friction burning between you as his dark hair sticks to his forehead from how much he was working himself up.

“can we?” he rasps, not needing to say the whole thing before you already understand.

you pull away to look at him and see the desperation etched on his face. part of you wants to give him what he wants, to finally give in to that temptation but the rest of you says to wait for some reason you couldn’t understand. here was this gorgeous man, sculpted like a greek god with his perfect teeth and his chiseled jaw. he was beautiful and everything anyone could ever want, but you couldn’t just say yes.

“you’re drunk,” you state, pulling yourself off of him and opening the door. “let’s go inside and sleep this off.”

he groans like it hurts when you pull him out by his hands. “hasn’t anyone ever told you how much it hurts when you don’t take care of it?”

you hum and bring his face closer to yours as you walk to the door. hand settled low on his back as he holds himself up with an arm around your shoulders.

“nice try dickie. you can help yourself when you take a cold shower.” kissing his cheek as you shut the door behind you.

coherent enough to hold himself upright, he huffs softly and then smiles. leaning over to kiss your lips again, pecking like he was soothing himself before nodding and pulling off his shoes. from across the corridor you could hear a faint sound coming from a television. low enough to be mistaken for sounds of the house.

dick guides you further into the house by your waist and settles his hand by your hip when you reach the living room. along the way you leave you purse on the counter, phone tucked inside it as you start to see the black haired man sitting on the couch, facing the television.

“took you long enough dick head.” the familiar voice echoes with barely concealed annoyance. “you were supposed to help cass tonight.”

dick sighs as he walks himself to the kitchen to grab a beer. “i told her i had to go to bruce’s thing. she’s way grown enough to patrol on her own. probably more capable than you.”

“yeah? well duke had to go and—” cutting himself off as he stands and turns his body to where you stood.

his eyes widening as he sees you there, standing in a pretty dress and a softly dishevelled appearance, as though perfectly imperfect. jason’s lips part at the sight of you, and you take in the look on his face as one of disbelief. something in his appearance had shifted in the months you hadn’t seen him. something about his face had gotten more mature and intense. like he’s seen a couple things more than from when you last saw him and he looked more tired.

exhausted really.

“—you shouldn’t be out doing that shit right now anyways. bruce told you to lay low after what happened last time.” dick says as he takes a swig of his beer.

when he noticed how you and jason were looking at eachother, he looks between you. quickly you break the eye contact, but jason doesn’t. his gaze remained steady.

“oh jason, this is my girlfriend.” dick says your name. “this is my brother, jason.”

girlfriend.

you nearly grimace at the name he calls you but somehow keep it inside. mentally you’re cursing yourself for not meeting his family before this happened. had you known that they were related you would’ve never even spoken to them. you would’ve never thought to talk to Dick in the first place.

now you’re stuck in this awkward position where you have to tell the guy you’ve been seeing casually for the past couple of months that; hey, I used to have a huge crush on your brother and I actually made out with him and also sometimes I imagine his face on yours.

well, maybe not the whole thing.

he probably doesn’t need to know all of the details.

your mind is going a million miles a minute and you can’t even think about what you’re supposed to do next. do you shake his hand? or maybe you’re supposed to stand frozen like you have been for the past 30 seconds and hope it’s all just a dream.

but then jason raises his hand, and offers it out to you like it’s the easiest thing. he smiles softly and you find yourself—

“hey, i’m jason.”

somehow this option didn’t even occur to you and it was the one that burned the most.

you hesitate before you offer your hand as well and let him take yours in it, shaking it soft yet familiar. almost intimate if anyone was looking too hard, and thankfully, dick was inebriated enough just to not notice that part.

“hey,” you offer back and repeat your name, trying to forget how bitter it tasted on you tongue right now. he holds your hand for a moment longer than necessary, and you find yourself looking into his eyes like you didn’t know him completely already.

“he’s gonna be staying here for a while since his apartment has roaches and shit.” dick pats jason’s back and still doesn’t notice how he couldn’t pry his eyes off of you. “his rooms across from mine.”

his grip tightens ever so slightly when you try to pull it away.

“guess we’ll be seeing a lot of eachother.” jason says with a gaze on you that could light a thousand fires in your soul.

this was going to be a long, long summer.

idk why it randomly has some parts in all caps but i think it’s cause i wrote part of this on my phone and part on my laptop lmao. alsooo sorry if it sounds rushed, i wrote this after i missed my connecting flight……

[pnglove]

[honeysucklewatr]

jason todd’s love language is physical touch.

fluff | short’n’sweet | soft smut | masterlist

you could be on your phone, reading a book, studying, cooking dinner— it doesn’t matter to him.

he loves it even more when your hands are occupied so he can wrap his arms around your torso and hold all of you. lazily placing kisses on the sides of your jaw like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

the warmth of you is single-handedly his favourite place to be.

and when it came to aftercare?

he wouldn’t let you go if you did try.

that feeling itself was home, even if sometimes it got a little overwhelming. your back pressed flush against his chest, breathless as his arms wrapped heavily around your stomach, hugging tight. you squirm in his grip, but it only makes him press you further into him.

“mmhf— jason, i love you, but move over,” little conviction in your words.

jason, ever the possessive and clingy man he is, he kisses the curve of your neck and loosens his grip slightly, “i can’t help that i want to eat you alive,”

pulling away from him, you laugh, “you know you sound like a killer when you say that stuff,”

but he’s turning you to face him and adjusting you upward already, heavy hands over your hips.

“i mean, i am so infatuated with you,” planting tender kisses over love bites he’d left earlier.

bare skin flush against yours and his calloused hands urging you to sink back down onto him, a heavy sigh of relief escaping and he swallows them quickly from between your lips. like a beautiful practiced routine, you lean down onto him as he inches the rest of him deeper and the warmth welcomes him home again.

parting from his lips with a soft gasp of air, his breathy voice takes yours, “i need to have you in every way that matters.”

nearly choking at the implication of his words, you sit entirely upright in his lap, bubbling with nerves of overwhelming emotion you couldn’t quite name. heart pattering as he’s got you in the most intimate position.

nervously you smile, “that’s a lot of pressure.”

he’s shaking his head with a look in his eye that borders on absolution and fear. the honey tongued words spoke like it was only meant for you, running his calloused hands that felt impossibly soft against your skin. leaving soft wet kisses along the side of your neck, tickling you with his breath as he spoke.

“you don’t understand, i’m completely undone by you and you don’t even have to do a thing.”

you could never deny him, really. like it’s sunday morning and he were the sun, you easily tilt your neck for him, giving him more surface area to work with. leaning back down, trying to glue yourself to his body while he continued his soft ministrations, teasing in the most delicious way as your slumber reassumed itself.

“can we just stay like this?” he mumbles against your neck.

you crank your neck towards him, “isn’t that uncomfortable for you?”

he looks genuinely taken aback, “are you kidding? i could die again as long as it’s inside of you and i wouldn’t complain.”

wiggling his face back into the crook of your neck, still buried deep as he sighs against you—as if there was absolutely nowhere else he’d rather be.

“i would, and that is definitely creepy babe,” you try but your eyes are already closing as his grip tightens all over again.

he doesn’t entertain your rebuttal, instead he lets an “mmhmm” out as he runs his hands in soothing paths up your back. you melt into him and catch the sight of the soft red streaks on his forearms from how you’d been scratching at him earlier. begging him—whether to stop or go on, you can’t recall. this time you don’t complain, and the smile that takes over your bruised lips doesn’t bother you.

the warmth felt familiar and safe, and despite your earlier protests, the gentle tug of deafening slumber pulls you under with the help of his thumping heartbeat just beneath your ear. slowly he let himself fall into the quiet of your breathing, both of your breaths synchronizing, mingling together and dancing in the lovers' embraces that could not be seen with the naked eye, or naked anything for that matter.

you fall asleep faster than you’d like to admit.

a/n: sweet dreams beloved reader <3

& i miss you husband (jason todd), come home 🫩

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[honeysucklewatr]

holy 1k what the heck. thank you!

[honeysucklewatr]

18+ collegestoner!jason after a long night of studying. all he wants is to eat on his favourite thing—you.

a faint scent of weed lingering through the air and squint that told an entire story.

any other thing he’d be against, but jason likes how the weed mellows him out. tedious daily tasks and stress makes him turn to self-mediating and reading some self-help books. when he’s comfortable around you, he talks about prevention like it’s taken root in his mind.

he’d laugh a little and join you, take the joint from between your fingers and take a slow pull like he’s savouring your taste. the smoke bellowing between you while he asks you how your day was before telling you his was simply better now that he has you. jason would pull you onto his lap effortlessly and drag his fingers down your back soothingly. he’d be so loving and touchy when he’s high, it truly only amplifies his personality.

less than ten minutes go by before he’s tugging off your shirt, more eager now that he’s loosened up. he’d whisper your name like a prayer against your skin, the vibrations sinfully tingling. reverence in his movements as he seats you fully on his lap, the joint long burned out and forgotten in the ashtray.

“babe,” you laugh at his eagerness. “you didn’t even eat dinner yet.”

he’ll stare up at you with hearts in his eyes and a look that could only be described as puppy life. then he rasps, “please.”

desperation evident in hiss tone and the break in his voice that struck deep. running your fingers through his hair and he practically moans. you nod your head and bite your lip.

it’s enough to spur him on immediately.

before you knew it he was on his knees, finger curled around your thighs like a brace. his roughened hands hold you there while he’s kitten licks at your clothed core. groaning like it hurts when you buck up into him yet not letting you get any further. he doesn’t let you shut your legs when the sensations are too much. jason won’t let you run from how it feels and he won’t let himself get off yet either. pressing himself hard against you when he lifts your hips, guiding you closer to his mouth like he could devour you whole.

it’s a miracle you remember that he genuinely can go on like this for hours before you pry him off.

“jay—fuck, babe just take it off of me.” gasping as you try to push at his head.

he moans against you and doesn’t relent. instead he seemed to prode with his tongue like he was the one getting off. “mmhf, give me another minute.”

struggling to find the words and clamping your legs around his head, you pull him up by his hair. it dawns on him then that he was absolutely drunk on you and didn’t seem to care. whining his name again, jason buries himself deeper between your legs. lapping desperately as your hips lift completely off the cushion. you mutter under your breath and gasp for air when he holds your hand in his and groans again. the fabric of your panties wet from arousal and his ministrations all at once. clinging tightly to your skin and he sucks in pulses. your free hand jumps to grab at him, at something to ground yourself from the feelings rendering you helpless.

it builds up higher as he takes both of your wrists in one of his big hands and holds it over your stomach. his other hand coming to wrap around your thigh and pull it further apart, deepening his movements instead of just taking it all off of you.

you’d feel embarrassed if it wasn’t jason. but the warmth pools in your core and if he wasn’t holding you down, you’re sure you’d be jumping around the place. he knows your body better than you do at this point.

“it’s okay ma,” groaning into you and parting just to speak. “just let it happen.”

when you turn your head to the side, trying to hide in the throw pillow there, he tugs you further down the couch. hoisting you up as he sits on his knees, only your upper back touching the cushion now. the tension snaps like an elastic band, the overwhelming force ruining you and probably his shirt too as you let go. but jason doesn’t stop eating like his life depends on it. he keeps humming as you shake in his grips. looking down to him, the high mixed with this one making you feel like you’re floating over yourself, watching him commit this filthy act with a smile on his sweaty face. 

he doesn’t relent, instead he continues his ministrations while you whine beneath him. weakly pushing at him while simultaneously aching for more. jason finally puts a finally kiss to your puffy clit and stands, trailing his lips up your bare torso til he sucks at your breast. moaning egregiously at how pliant you’d become, he finally reaches your face and locks lips with you.

the kiss is heady and sweet, utterly yours in a way that made you shiver. he’s twisting his tongue around yours as he pushes the taste of you so fat down your throat that you could help but feel impossibly filthy. while he’s got you there, his hands move on their own accord. finding his belt and clinking it open when you move quickly to push them down his legs. he lets you take a little control then, kissing passionately while you fiddle his belt out of the loops and shove his pants and boxers down with them. that’s when you hear the faint flicker of your lighter on the table and jason pulls back to place the joint between his lips.

eyes boring into yours as he takes a long drag, not wavering his gaze on you. he pulls you up by your chin and the rest of your follows breathlessly. leaning up into him until he brings his lips over yours, just ghosting there. then he exhales and the smoke fills your lungs slowly. sucking the intoxicating air in as he follows you back down too your back hit the cushions again, sealing the moment with a kiss.

the high only intensifies when he puts the joint on your lips and nods to make you do the same. the air that lifts from your mouth and touches his, you watch as his eyes fall to your lips and the thick cloudy smoke follows up into his parted lips. for a moment his eyes rolls back and the tuft of white in his hair that was stuck to his forehead looks similar to the milky white cloud that gathered around you as jason exhaled again.

you feel something thick and heavy on your clothes core again as he pushes your sweaty hair out from your face. a heady smile on his face and his red rimmed eyes nearly a a lot with how high he’d gotten. he leans up a little to kiss your forehead, but the drag is devastating on your sensitive bud. you grasp at his shoulders.

“wait, not yet.” gripping tightly while he only smiles and pouts.

“what?” he taunts. “too sensitive princess?” continuing the tireless dragging with his hand firm and directing his thick length.

it catches on you again and you gasp sharply, throwing your head back and nodding.

“v—very.” the word a breathless sound on your tongue.

jason hums as he leans forwards again, pressing his full weight down on you while he smiles. pretending like he doesn’t know how hard he was against you now. his lips part on gasp just as yours do, almost like he’s mimicking how you move.

the next words were raspy as he said it and you knew you were done for. “too bad. you’ll be okay.”

his hand continues to drag his length over and over against you, the fabric doing nothing to barrier you from the other. the cotton now wet with arousal and precum, the slippage gives him more room to tease. watching you breath hitch and falter, he pulls himself up to drop it back down and let you feel he weight of him. when you try to hide from him again, he turns your head back to look between you. to see the squelching mess that you’d created from how he was making you feel.

“you see that? that’s all mine.” he moans as he just drags his length a little harder against you.

he uses his free hand to paw at your breasts, mouthing at you relentlessly like it was the last time. practically slobbering over your chest as he drops his mouth to the other and rolls the peak with his thumb.

crying out as the overstimulation peaks, you feel a tear rush down your face. though he only continues again, the look in his eye that told you he meant business. jason moans again your skin and the vibrations made everything intensify even more. he makes a broken sound then, sputtering as he says your name and his movements turn messy. his hips buck mindlessly as he breathes hot against your chest. one of your hands come up to grab his hair and hold him there as you reach the peak once again, crying out his name as he comes undone. with a harsh gasp, he comes in thick ropes. painting your panties with his spend as they continue landing onto your stomach, chest, and your thighs.

jason collapses then against you, kissing up the side of your face as he catches his breath. finally pulling away to look at you, breathing heavily and melting into the cushion. a blissed out expression on your face and the lingering scent of skin, weed, and vanilla in the air. the intoxicating scent of you that he breathes in was riling him up again before you even spoke to him.

he breathes your name, “you okay ma?”

taking a thick swallow from how worked up you’d gotten, you nod, rasping a quiet, “yeah.” before he quickly got up and grabbed the water bottle on the counter. pulling you up while he rested his back on the seat and held you close to his chest, bringing the water to your lips.

you drink quietly, the room quiet beyond the soft sound of your music playing from before and you gulping hard. when he brings the bottle down, you drop your head to the crook of his neck and sigh. “you’re the worst.”

that only makes him grin and kiss the top of your sweaty head. “you mean, i’m the best?”

effortlessly lifting your hips just to pull your ruined panties off you finally and place you back onto him. letting his palm lay flat over your core, whether in silent apology or quiet possession, you weren’t sure. but you didn’t complain regardless. with no energy to argue, you just sigh softly into his neck and shut your eyes. jason holds onto you tighter as hums to your playlist like he knows every one because he does. he listens to your music so he can know you even more intimately than he already does and when you smoke with him, he adds them to his playlist.

he keeps the bottle close to where he sat on the table for when you taped him to pass it to you again because he knew you would. after a few minutes passed in steady silence where you only laid on him while he listened to you breath, you lift your head ever so slightly when he’s already looking down at you, bottle in his hand with the cap screwed off.

asking if you’re, “still thirty baby?” even though he knew you were, he was just waiting for you to ask.

when you smile weakly at him, he brings it back to your lips while he brushes your hair back.

your left wondering while you fall into your exhausted slumber, how you got so lucky to have him while he wondered exactly the same while watching his world drift asleep.

it got sappy at the end man idk im fried. i love loverboy!jason so bad!! happy canada day to my canadian cuties also <3

[honeysucklewatr]

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[jmeestella]

That one shadow trend, but i'ts Koriand'r

[ciricearts]

rendering practiceee :Þ

[quezartt]

Hace mucho que no subo nada por aquí 😅

Espero que sea de tu agrado esto!!;)

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[sinnashuart]

Let's get carried by papa!

[larkralbirdy]

Tim + his brothers

[ieatstarsss]

sparkles

[noodles-and-tea]

:(

[cowsnotcrows]

For Father’s Day Bruce gets to hold his son for the first time in years 🫶

[vianawaits]

I’m distraught

[kooriandr]

wally west is the type of guy to tell a joke for the entire group that nobody else laughed at, maybe because they didn’t find it funny at the moment and the conversation moved on to something else, maybe they just didn’t hear it while they were all trying to talk over each other, but when he notices that you heard it and actually laughed at it he smirks to himself, taking pride in his joke, and adds another comment just for you to hear. his smile widens when you laugh again at that, louder this time, so he keeps dragging the joke, getting more and more ridiculous with each comment, until you’re giggling uncontrollably. of course the joke wasn’t even funny to him anymore, he’s only teasing you now because he’s just found out that he loves the sound of your laugh and he loves being the one who’s caused it. he’s absolutely lovestruck and he now knows that he needs to keep making you laugh like that in the future.

[vianawaits]

Until failure

Summary & CW:  fluff, suggestive content, on a mission, established relationship, batfam dynamic, crack fic, pride & prejudice mention, catwoman protégé!reader, second person, no use of y/n

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Another piece out the Kiln! Thank you to @inesvisible for requesting, I had sm fun with this one! Inspired by that one youtube video (it’ll make sense at the end). I hope you enjoy my lovelies

“How much you wanna bet that Bruce and Selina are making out on some rooftop right now?”

“You know, I’d really rather not.” Jason’s face contorts in disgust. Anything that involved thinking of Bruce and his dating life always made him squirm, it was hysterical.

They were all like that. All the Robins viewed Bruce as this ancient fatherly figure. To you, he’s just Bruce. Maybe it was because of all the times you caught him doing the walk of shame from Selina’s room, but it never bothered you to talk about it.

Selina was more… open when it came to her romantic life. A lot more open than Bruce you were willing to bet.  

It was so different than to how they were raised. Bruce was a father to them, he was this brooding figure who relished in seriousness. While Selina was like an older sister to you, she taught you how to take a shot without reacting.

“I didn’t have you pegged for such a virgin Jason.”

He freezes, burger halfway in his mouth and turns to you. A deadpan plain on his face.

“You know I’m not a virgin.”

“Oh? Do I?” He was so fun to tease, especially when that one eyebrow on his face rose. Danger dancing across the arch.

“Oh I would hope so.” He decides to start playing back. “Otherwise I’m going to have to have a long conversation with who left that hickey on your thig-”

“Aaaaaaand that’s enough you two.” Dick’s voice rings through the comms. “We have minors on this line.”

You snort and Jason rolls his eyes from where he’s sitting next to you.

“While I find there topic of discission crude,” Damian starts to pitch in. Obviously offended that his age is a discriminating factor for the conversation. “Todd and his special friend need not to shy away the topics of sexual intercourse for my sake, Grayson. They ought to do it to retain some level of decency.”

Damian starts squabbling with Dick on their own end your gaze shifts sideways to Jason, his eyebrows are twisted together in amusement. He meets your eyes and you mouth “special friend” to him. And that devastating Jason Todd grin breaks out on his face, the one that had angels singing and clouds parting. It’s toothy and too big for his face, too innocent for the scars.

He shrugs and mouths back, “improvement.”

It’s your turn to bite back a laugh and your neck strains from the grin.

Muting yourself from the comms this time, you scrunch your nose to get his attention. “Circling back to my initial question,” he groans. “How much would you be willing to bet I’m right.”

“I don’t want to play this game.” He grumbles into his burger after muting himself.

“Too bad.”

Huffing out a breath as if this question has personally wronged him, he ponders for a moment . “If they aren’t,” he pauses. “I’ll do dishes for next two weeks.”

Jason Todd rarely complained about household chores with you. He loved the domestic side of life you gave him in breaths stolen from Gotham. A secret part of his heart warmed when he caught himself wondering if he took the trash out on Tuesday mornings, or if he picked up the almond milk for you coffee at the corner store, or if he remembered to move the clothes from the washer to the dryer. It was the simple little things that were now intertwined in his life that reassured the quiet peace fate finally granted him.

However, washing dishes was the exception.

He’d dry them, put them away, reorganize them anyway you wanted. But he hated washing them.

So you met him halfway. After all, he did essentially everything else.

“That’s big from you.” It comes out like a tease and he sticks his tongue out at you.

“I don’t see him doing that stuff on patrol.” That’s when you knew you won. It’s unfair, but you’d heard stories form Selina. Stories that assured you, you were right. “He’s too anal about this stuff- patrol is life or death for him.”

When you hum noncommittedly, he scoffs. “You start patrolling with us one year ago and you think you have us all figured out.”

“Maybe I do.” You answer, your voice light and fun in the way that draws him in. “If I win, you have to do anything I want tonight.”

“How is that different from any other night?”

Those words land somewhere you don’t want to name. It’s true. He never told you no. Jason had spent his whole life pushing back against people, challenging them, yet he never did that with you. In small everyday moments maybe, it was to be expected; to grow together, it was necessary. Yet when push came to shove, Jason Todd was at your beck and call and always said yes.

“You’ll see.” Is all you offer him when you unmute the call.

“Oracle,” your voice cuts through Dick, Damian, Tim, and now Steph’s bickering.

“I don’t like the tone of your voice.” Barbara’s voice sing songs through the earpiece.

Jason’s eyes stay locked on yours with a squint. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Depends on what it is.”

“What’re Bruce and Selina doing right now?”

A smirk pulls at your lips and Jason starts shaking his head when the click-clacking of Barbara’s computer sounds through the speakers. A deep sigh from her is the sound of victory for you.

“I don’t think you want to know.”

“Oh I think I do.” The remaining gang of bats that was on the line start yelling protests when they hear the grin in your voice.

“BABS NO-”

“PLEASE DON’T-”

“I’m going to be disappointed aren’t I?”

“FREAKS! ALL OF YOU-”

Jason’s snickering while accepting defeat. Then, Barabara’s voice rings like a melody in your ears.

“They’re… otherwise engaged on a rooftop off eleventh and Washington.” Her words are chosen carefully and muffled groans echo after her.

“Thank you lovely.” Your voice is sweet as honey and Jason’s still shaking his head next to you.

“Do I even want to know why you asked?”

“Probably not.” And with that, you mute your mic again.

Looking over at him, even with defeat lingering in the wrinkles of his smile, he’s gorgeous. It was gut-wrenching that he didn’t see how beautiful he was. He put everyone else to shame. No one should look as heavenly as Jason Todd did with grease coating his lips and neon lighting his eyes.

Yet here he was, an angel plucked from the sky.

“Okay doll,” resignation dripping from his teeth. “What do you want me to do?”

“Oh you’re cute,” you purr. Your thumb wipes the ketchup on the corner of his mouth, his face brightening to the color of the condiment as you lick it off your finger. “You think I’m going to tell you now? Where’s the fun in that pretty boy.”

He scoffs with no heat behind it. Even as disbelief bleeds from his forehead, you can tell he’s exactly where he wants to be. “You’re a dangerous thing aren’t ya? We gotta put a warning label on you or something.”

“As if you’d shy away from a warning label.”

He snorts because he can’t say that you’re wrong. Nothing could ever keep Jason Todd from running back to you.

•───────•°•♡•°•───────•

“-but said not a word.”-pant- “After a silence of several minutes.” -another pause- “he came towards her in an agitated manner, -gasp-  and thus began- Baby please.”

He sounds cute like this, and you’re almost tempted to grant him the reprieve he wants.

But he looked too good.

Sitting on the foot of the bed, you merely watched him. You watched as Jason Todd remained in a plank after being stripped down to his underwear. Sweat was beginning to coat his back and you’re not sure if you’ve ever seen a more divine sight.

The small black boxers were leaving little for the imagination as the book laid under his head.

“Not yet honey,” you remind him, enjoying this a little too much. “You have to finish the chapter or go until failure. And you wouldn’t fail me now, would you?”

In light of winning your bet, you decided to make your lovely boyfriend get undressed to almost nothing and read Pride and Prejudice. This was your favorite chapter, and he loved to tell you how he loved you “most ardently” all the time.

Might as well make him prove it.

Maybe it was a little cruel to make him do this after patrol. But he agreed.

“I won’t.” He’s panting like a dog starved of water.

“Then get back to reading.” You hum.

His head hangs low for a second, curls bouncing in his face. His back muscles are so defined in this position, your tempted to lick the sweat straight off him.

“In vain have I struggled. -deep breath- It will not do. My feelings will -another pant- be repressed. You must allow me -another deep breath- to tell you – a wrecked groan- how ardently I admire and love you.”

And just like that, you realize you were going to have to start betting on Selina and Bruce more often.

•───────•°•♡•°•───────•

A/N: inspired by this lovely post (asia I love you)

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[akaanmo]

[icollectstars]

Pre Jason's return/reveal, Dick is clearing out his old apartment in Blüdhaven for a newer one because he just needed a change. It's going well until he finds a draw full of photos of him and Jason before he died, and Dick just freezes. He takes the photos out, sits on the floor and sobs as he looks through them.

There's grief and guilt that he didn't know he was still holding onto. He wishes he had been a better big brother, that he hadn't been so sour when Jason was named robin. He wishes that he had taken more photos and done more brotherly things. He wishes he hadn't kept these precious photos hidden in a draw he'd forgotten about.

Eventually he just curls up into the fetal position and is quietly crying, holding a picture of him and Jason smiling big and hugging each other, Dick doesn't even remember what they had been doing that day to make them so happy, but it feels like a stab in the gut.

Wally comes in and finds him like that after Dick hadn't been returning his texts or calls, remembering that he was mid move and going over to see if he needed help with boxes or something. Wally cradles Dick for an hour, listening to all of his regrets and his grief before he is able to move again. Wally gets them shitty takeaway food and they eat before getting back to moving, Dick needing a distraction.