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đĽ a/n: i can do it i can post it no one is gonna throw tomatoes at me its gonna be o k... based on this post.
đĽ summary: jason comforting you when you can't sleep/have nightmares + anxiety
đĽ cw: gn!reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, anxiety, mentions of insomnia and exhaustion, very self indulgent, based on my own experiences with an anxiety disorder and sleeping
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warm. steady. solid. strong.
there were a great many adjectives available in the lexicon of your relationship to describe Jason. he was everything you ever wanted, despite his roughness around the edges he was loving and emotional and understanding 100% of the time, and usually just his presence was enough to soothe you. but not tonight. and yet, the shame seeps in as you writhe in the sheets, shifting and groaning every few minutes as your inability to calm down deprives you of much needed sleep.
the room is cold, and the whir of your air conditioning unit keeps you up, and yet you know that turning it off would result in the terrible heat causing even more discomfort, not just for you but for your partner as well. Gotham is not a quiet city, and every sound you hear outside results in your mind running rampant. to be fair, you had managed to fall asleep earlier, but another brutal nightmare had woken you roughly two hours ago. since then, you've been trapped in the strange in between state of reality and exhaustion, too spooked to go back to sleep and yet too embarrassed to do anything about it. you'd rather eat a bag of hair than wake Jason, its so rare that he gets to sleep so soundly and it would be utterly selfish to do so.
selfish. embarrassing. hurting. scared.
there were a great many adjectives in the lexicon of your self esteem to describe how you feel.
you hate being like this. you hate feeling this way, like everyone who gets close to you is burdened by your baggage. you're a grown adult, and yet you're left quivering in bed because you can't sleep.
the monologue in your head never ceases, even when you most want it to. you're tempted to attempt smothering your head in your pillow, but death by suffocation sounds painful. scary. as the thought crosses your mind, a police siren whirls by in the city streets far below, and you jerk violently. Jason twitches beside you and you still instantly, hands forming fists as they dig into the mattress. you hate having to treat yourself like a toddler just to soothe yourself.
its okay. you're okay.
you swallow hard, pushing back the lump in your throat that threatens to submerge your dwindling control into tears. nighttime has always been hard for you. from night terrors for years in your youth to whatever this is, sleep has never come easy- which is why you and Jason work so well. your schedules often align as you find no difficulty in staying up late to greet him after his vigilante work, and despite his concerns on your wellbeing he appreciates being waited upon all the same. theres a sweetness to it, but also an understanding, a recognition about what the night entails for the both of you. he comes home to you with the cold of the city still lingering on his frame, yet his hands are warm. you welcome him with the warmth of a home, yet your hands are cold. you understand him and his trauma, he understands yours. its a give and take, a balance.
except, the scales are unequal now, because tonight was good. theres no reason for you to be so scared. you had a good day, you took your medication on time. your anxiety was manageable. everything was fine. good, even. Jason came home early unscathed, so early you got to eat dinner and shower together. together. you had done everything together today. and yet now you feel more alone than ever, the only thing grounding you being his rhythmic breathing and the soft warmth of his bicep pressing into your side, the rest of his arm tucked under the pillow beneath his face.
before you even realize, slow tears are trickling down your face. you hate this. this is the worst part. its embarrassing, and it makes your insides feel rotten. you hate when your anxiety takes control, when your body is too exhausted to fight back and you're just left gasping for air. this anxiety attack is quick, sudden, but it doesn't catch you off guard. you felt it festering since you woke up, and you knew the millisecond your frustration reached its peak it would explode. still, you don't want to wake Jason. you can't, you won't, it would make you a terrible partner. a terrible person. selfish. sick. what is wrong with you?
you bury your head in your hands, turning away from him with a shuddering sob. its not fair. why does it always have to happen at the worst tiems? as you begin to shake, you feel the mattress shift behind your back. Jason stirs, groaning slowly as his arm stretches out, pawing at you to pull you in close. finding you out of reach, he groans, fully rousing himself as he pulls himself up on his elbows.
"why're you s'far away?" he murmurs, turning to face you. you feel horrible. he sounds exhausted. you feel exhausted. you can't do this. you open your mouth to reply, but all that escapes is another embarrassing sob, and Jason stiffens.
"hey?" he scoots over, closer until he's right behind you, peering over your shoulder to see your trembling form, your face buried in your hands. "hey, hey, shhh," he murmurs, pulling you around until you're begrudgingly facing him. you bury your face in your hands once again, shrinking down until you are small, so small. you wish you were invisible, he shouldn't have to deal with this.
Jason pulls you in immediately, watching intently as you bury your head in your pillow, hands still shielding your face from view. your current position curled in on yourself, half on your side half on your stomach leaves your back exposed, and a steady hand moves to rest there. after a few seconds of gently holding you, his big, warm hand rubs up and down, slow. warm. steady. solid. strong. his reassurance only makes you sob harder, and his brow furrows.
"rough night?" he whispers, not requiring an answer but gently prodding. only taking what you're willing to give. "did y'have another nightmare?" you listen to his words, struggling to keep your breathing under control as you gasp through sobs. you nod slowly and he hums in understanding.
"how long were you awake?"
you manage to croak out that you woke up around 2:30, and his grimace deepens at the sight of the alarm clock indicating the rapid approaching of 5 am.
"you've been handling this alone?" he whispers, and you want to scream. he's so good to you. he's so gentle. you aren't worth it.
"m'sorry," you sputter, still refusing to look at him. "didn't want t'wake you". your voice is slurred from your active crying, and he gives you a strange look.
"hey, hey. look at me." a firm hand grabs your wrist, gently peeling your own hands away from your face. you swallow hard, lip trembling as your gasping sobs continue on. his gaze meets yours, steady but loving, illuminated by the street lights outside.
"i want you to wake me up." he says, and you shake your head. your hands raise to shield yourself once again, to disappear, but he stops them. "m'serious, y/n. i want you", he rasps, pulling you in close as he does so, "to wake me." the hand on your back slips under your shirt to brush over your bare skin, and a shiver runs up your spine at the warmth of his hands. he's like the sun, you think wildly. your own personal sun. the hand not running ministrations on your back is wrapped around your hands, thumb rubbing gently over your skin. "i want to help you. 'want to be there for you. but i can only do that if you let me in."
you nod, still blubbering but feeling slightly comforted by his words. the hand holding your own lets go, and suddenly Jason Todd, the literal red hood, is holding out his pinkie towards you for a pinkie swear. its the only thing he can think of, he doesn't want to stress you out more by seeming frustrated, but he wants to make his point.
"promise me you'll wake me next time," he whispers, and slowly, your pinkie wraps around his.
"promise", you reply, voice hoarse and shaky. Jasons lip quirks up in a small grin. you're still crying, still scared, even still shaking, but slowl y, everything doesn't feel so all consuming anymore. Jason is here, he's solid and real and steady. you don't know why he puts up with you.
"y'should be mad at me", you choke out, and he just shakes his head.
"m'never mad at you. not for shit like this. hell, i make you put up with ten times worse in the regular". he sighs heavily, and you curl into him. he can't help it as his grin spreads, noticing how you're no longer hiding from him, but with him. as you tuck your head into the nook of his jaw, you can feel his neck flexing against your cheek as he continues speaking, the heat of his breath dusting your temple. his pinkie is still interlocked with yours.
"i'd rather never sleep again than know i couldn't help you. you are my girl/boy after all", he husks, and you roll your eyes.
"you're mine too, then", you mumble, and he hums. "wouldn't have it any other way".
you both lay there in silence for a while, until your breathing is steady and the tears have stopped. his hand doesn't stop his ministrations on your back, and you count his breaths as your eyelids droop. suddenly, you pull yourself up slightly to glance over at the time, and curse lowly. in just a few hours you'll have to get up and get ready for work, and it fills you with so much dread that you want to cry again. as though Jason can sense your anxiety spiking, his pinkie squeezes yours and he kisses your forehead.
"lay down", he coos, gently coaxing you back into his embrace. "i'll call you out of work in the morning, and we'll spend the day together. and then the weekend together. you need rest," he says, in the tone tha tells you he won't take no for an answer.
"but-" you open your mouth to disagree and he silences you with a quick peck on the lips.
"don't argue. you need rest. you deserve it."
"if i took all the days off you say i've 'deserved' and 'needed' over these past few months i'd lose my job."
he scoffs lovingly, his nose brushing against your ear as he whispers to you.
"s' not like you need that job anyway. i make enough money f'the both of us."
"from drug dealers. and loans from your father. believe it or not, Todd, thats not a steady source of income."
Jason chuckles.
"close enough though," he replies, and you can't help but tuck yourself further against him, nestling your face into his warm collarbone as he continues. " 'sides, is it wrong to want to spoil you?"
"its not just about the money, Jay, s'about independence," you counter, and he hums thoughtfully.
"you are very independent, but i am not." he accentuates his words by rolling on top of you, wrapping his arms around you like you're his own personal teddy bear and absolutely burying himself into the crook of your neck.
"ill call you out later. now go to sleep". he mumbles, and you groan. theres no way you're getting up now with his entire body weight on top of you, and you can't deny that taking this today, a Friday, off to spend the whole weekend with him wasn't enticing.
"...fine. i'll stay home i suppose"
"knew you'd cave in", he grins, and you feel his smile against your skin. you poke his back and he jerks, pinching your side and chuckling when you squirm. normally he'd tease you mpre, but he's soft when he's tired, and he's wary of not hurting your feelings in your vulnerable position. and maybe, just maybe, Jason wants to be soft on you. for you. sue him.
"go back t'sleep," he murmurs into your warmth, already feeling his eyes drifting shut. "i'll take care of everything in the morning. you rest."
you hum, already feeling sleepy from your crying. he's so warm, so safe, so utterly sweet as his breathing begins to slow against your neck, and it isn't long before you can feel yourself beginning to slip into unconsciousness.
just before sleep takes you, you let out a low whisper.
"jay?"
"mhnm?"
"i love you".
"love you more".
"m-mm."
"mhm"
"g'night.."
"night"
đĽa/n: woawoeowon i hope u enjoyed !!!! this was a really interesting and fun fic to write, albeit a bit mid and on the shorter side its very very personal to me as i have been struggling a Lot over the past year. as others have noticed, i havent written in genuinely months, and this is the second thing i ahve written in about a year. i had a lot of difficult challenges in my life recently, but in trying to get back into writing bc it really is a part of me. i started writing fanfic to deal witb harder times in my life, then i had to stop because of those times and to focus on my mental health, and now i am starting again. hopefully better than before. ty to everyone who has supported me thus far, ily all and i am truly trying my best to get back into writing again bc i miss it and love it so much !!! this fic is very much about my own experiences and journey with sleeping, and i love jason sm. pls feel free to send in any requests and as always likes comments and reblogs are appreciated !!!
saw someone made a hate post about a fandom (fine) but tagged it with ALL OF THE TOP TAGS IN THAT FANDOM and then was mad they had people disagreeing with them. and then was claiming they were the victim. when people were annoyed they were hating on the fandom IN THE MAIN TAGS đ (disappointed)
the x reader "consumers" on tumblr lowk are so entitled, i said consumer bcs these people do nothing to support the writers but complain about FREE fanfics that other people write for FUN and for the LOVE of the game. THEY DON'T OWE YOU ANYTHING.
i'm so tired of you people who can only pressure these writers, make memes, and ridicule them for writing something that was not fit to your standards or liking.
you don't even write or contribute anything to the community, don't even support or atleast reblogs to the writers you actually like.
stop filling the tags with your consistent complaints about the fanfics that obviously wasn't meant for you (not to your liking) and start learn how to write.
push and pull â§âË â * â§â jason todd x supe!reader
word count: 1.4k+
warnings: emotional intimacy/vulnerability, not extremely detailed/accurate to emma frost's powers...sorry lmao i tried đ, physical wounds, mentions of fixing up wounds, jason yells at reader, avoidant attachment, jason's mean to himself lmao, mild language
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based on this request! * note that jason's internal monologue is italicized since the reader does have telepathic powers.
he's hyper-independent, avoidant. you're...not.
you quite literally see right through him.
it's a recipe for disaster.
yet, the ocean always comes back to kiss the shoreline even after it's been turned away time and time again, right?
you're independent, yes, but you lack the fear that's sewn itself into every fiber of jason's being when it comes to letting anyone in. maybe your powers get to your head, make you more resilient, but you absolutely refused to walk away from him.
you show up in every little way that you can â staying up late well into the night to make sure that he comes back to you unscathed, plating his dinner the second his contact photo starts inching closer to your apartment. when he does come home with a gash along his ribcage or a still-developing bruise along his nose or lip, you're there.
you never leave, never flinch. and you never think twice.
you're in the shadows of the kitchen, quietly hovering to gauge the severity of his pain.
"jay?"
your voice comes out softer than the echo of a pin dropping.
and the way his back tenses, breathing deeply before he continues to act like you're not there, chips away at you. but this isn't new. why are you upset?
i can't let her see me like this.
"you're bleeding," you mumble.
no shit.
"i'm fine," he speaks through gritted teeth, fingers trembling as he struggles to remove his gear. "go to bed."
"jay-"
"i got i-" he goes to whip around and face you, but he cuts himself off with a sharp hiss, clutching his wound.
you're at his side in a matter of seconds, disregarding his protests.
fucking idiot! why'd you do that?
you bite back a grin, genuinely sympathizing with him as he tries to conquer the pain.
"i got you, c'mon."
your fingers are nimble, removing his gear with ease. you fight the intensity of his gaze, merely feeling his eyes burning holes into your face. each layer of protective wear that's removed unveils a different level of vulnerability.
it scares him.
she's so fucking beautiful.
"i can take care of myself," he mutters, grimacing once he feels the wet drag of his bloodied t-shirt trailing further up his torso. "i don't need you to do this for me."
"i know."
it's simple, but the weight of it lingers.
you never ask why he's afraid to cross that line, to put a label on whatever your relationship is, because having him in your life as something is better than nothing.
he's damaged. you mend things back together. he insists day and night that you leave, find someone worth pouring yourself into, and not waste yourself on gotham's scraps.
but you're so stubborn, and maybe that's why he fell in love with you in the first place.
after properly tightening the stitch across his wound, the thread cuts with a soft pop. you hadn't even realized you were sitting in complete silence, only your breaths meshing as you focused on sewing him up.
"don't do anything strenuous for a few days, and it should heal fine," you murmur, gently rubbing an ointment along the suture.
ow.
the warmth of your fingertips somehow sets his skin ablaze even further.
don't leave me.
the words almost slip from his mouth, but he catches himself. when you pull back, he remembers to blink, scoffing to himself.
"you do know what i do for a living, right?"
there's no teasing lilt to his voice, so you barely register the faint grin playing at his lips. when you lock eyes, you sigh, your own lips curving into a smile.
"yes, jason. i'm well aware that you're incapable of remaining stagnant. but the less you strain your body, the faster it'll heal."
you direct him to stay still, and it's honestly a goddamn miracle. the man listens to nobody.
nobody but you.
your hands smooth the plaster over his wound â ever so carefully. you're treating him like he's a glass ornament, afraid to break him with just one wrong move.
you lick your lips and your breath ghosts over the exposed skin of his abdomen, causing him to visibly tense.
as if your hands on him weren't already enough, the proximity was just about dangling him right at the edge. your scent, the quiet noises you make out of frustration when your things aren't cooperating, and most of all, the way your breath softly hits his skin makes his brain spiral.
he knows that you know about every single thought, coherent or not, jogging his mind. he can't hide from you even when he wants to.
when you hold up the bandage roll, he groans, clutching his side almost instantly. you reach for him without thinking, your hand slotting itself over his.
his eyes squeeze shut in complete pain. he can't even muster the energy to tell you to get off of him because you're all he needs right now.
his hand slips from under yours, pressing yours even deeper into his side with both hands applying pressure.
"i'll be as fast as i can," you whisper, heart panging at the sight of him being in so much pain. "i'll bandage you up, then give you some painkillers, make you a warm cup of tea-"
"God, fuck! i don't need the painkillers or tea! just hurry up," his voice cracks, gripping your hand even tighter before his eyes find yours.
he notices the way your face falls, and you go back to quietly working, prying your hand from his grasp.
shit.
he knows he fucked up.
"i'm sorry," he murmurs.
"no worries," you respond dryly, nibbling the inside of your cheek as you begin to wrap the bandage around his torso.
his eyes try to catch yours again, but you spare him not even a glance. his thoughts are rather amusing to you, but they do nothing to subdue the ache in your heart.
such a dumbass. great. now she won't even look at me.
you tuck the loose end into a fold, patting his skin with less tenderness than before. he barely winces, glaring up at you.
"all done," you mumble, packing your things away in a jiffy.
just as you swing on your heels to go to bed, his hand is warm on your bicep, keeping you there. he pulls you, effortlessly, into the space between his legs. even sitting on the tiny stool by your island, he towered over you.
"i'm sorry," he speaks earnestly, features mimicking his emotion. "i shouldn't have lashed out at you."
tell her how you feel, you imbecile.
you try to leave, run from it now because you know you'll end up saying something you'll regret.
"it's whatever, jason," you shake your head. "don't make it a big deal."
he sighs, squeezing his eyes shut before he loses his temper again.
it's now or never.
"it's not whatever. i'm tired of making you feel like shit, tired of hurting you."
i love you.
your eyes are soft when they find his, eyebrows furrowing. he shakes his head, knowing he can't back out of this one.
"don't look at me like that," he almost pleads, a wet laugh escaping his chest.
"jay-"
"i do love you. it's just too fuckin' scary," his voice mimics his posture as his forehead drops to meet yours, eyes falling shut.
i don't want to lose you.
your hands finally settle over his arms, gently running down the expanse of them. your lips are gentle on the arch of his brow, carefully pecking the fresh cut adorning his fair skin.
"and i love you, jay, but i'm not going anywhere. this doesn't have to be so scary."
when he pulls back for a second, his eyes glimmer up at you like you've individually hung each star in the solar system for him.
he doesn't speak, just moving one hand to hold your face in his large, calloused palm. his thumb smooths over your cheek with a reverence that brings tears to your eyes.
he's really trying to grasp onto the moment, to figure out how you're even real and why you'd willingly choose to spend your precious time on him.
but you have the rest of your lives to figure that out. you'd spend forever explaining it to him, so long as he finally understood how much he was loved as long as he had you.
a/n: i had this in my drafts for like a month and i got a request that tied perfectly into this!! so thank you anon for helping a girl finally finish this đđŤśđź i also threw my fav quote in there bc it just felt right :b
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đ a/n: hey so. ignore the fact i havent written anything in 500 years i lowk got burnt out im sorry please take this as penance for my crimes
đ synopsis: aftercare headcanons with Bill Cipher (and how one would actually achieve this??)
đ cw: mentions of nsfw/sex, nothing explicit mostly fluff (or as fluffy as he can get), canon typical shenanigans(?), bill is his own warning
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ok so I talked about this in my previous Bill headcanons but he is definitely very odd about aftercare.
i dont think he'd take the initiative for aftercare if you were not in an actual romantic relationship, like he doesn't try very hard for one night stands simply because its just not something he views as "worth it" and also, i don't think he takes sex that seriously outside of a committed relationship anyways. he's a demon, he's got a lot of time on his hands, not every sexual encounter really matters that much to him, resulting in some subpar aftercare experiences if you're just a one night stand.
sex in and of itself is a very unique experience with Bill and i think aftercare is no different, but it presents itself rather oppositionally to the actual sex act. hes very experimental and intense during sex, especially due to the power dynamics in place during intimacy and how sexual relationships based on true connection are kind of rare for him. hes much more used to flings and "no strings attached" sexual relationships, and so to have sex whether in his normal form or a potential human form with a genuine romantic partner can be somewhat disarming at first. i think he compensates heavily for this by being very very tuned in and perceptive during sex because, even though he doesn't want to admit it, is very aware of how important it is, even if not just to himself. this intensity is basically his way of showing that actual sex in an actual relationship is important to him, and not something he wants to handle haphazardly (which is. something he would never admit aloud)
all this being said, the opposite is true for aftercare at first. he's incredibly intense about sex, especially early into the relationship, but when it comes to aftercare, he just. kind of leaves. his idea of aftercare is licking the remaining fluids off your body with his weird eye tongue and calling it a day- he has no knowledge on the concepts of post sex care, let alone subspace or any bdsm dynamics. because of this, i think the first few post sex interactions seem very... clinical? and cold in comparison to the wild unpredictability he exhibits while actually having sex. like you will have just experienced an incredibly intense and emotional session where you both switch positions and are trying a lot of different things, and it can be very vulnerable, and then he will straight up leave once you're all done. his bare minimum is checking to make sure he hasn't hurt you extremely and, again, licking you clean like a freak, but then he just takes off leaving you sputtering.
contrary to popular belief i don't think this response comes from a lack of care but moreso a lack of understanding, which he would never admit. Bill is constantly calculating all possible outcomes of any situation and whether he wants to admit it or not he KNOWS sex is vulnerable both for you and for him, and when placed in a scenario where he now has to express and possibly explain that vulnerability outside of the shield of sex he kind of just tunes out. aftercare is not something he needs, he's veeerrry overconfident and sure of himself (lies) so he assumes you are too.
Bill is also just inexperienced when it comes to aftercare but again, he wouldn't admit he was bad at ANYTHING to save his life so he just pretends it's unimportant. but in reality he just straight up doesn't really know what exactly to do. he made sure you aren't dead, and "cleaned" you up, shouldn't that be enough?
on the opposite spectrum, i think he could also be TOO intense about "aftercare". like he'll start cleaning you or being silly and joking around but it'll just lead to another more casual/lowkey round of sex, which while always appealing can be kind of undermining to the whole aftercare experience. in addition to this, his high energy and sporadic ideas post sex can be stressful, and again, undermine the peaceful coming down from such an intense high
coaxing him into actual aftercare takes a little while, that much is certain. the first time yoh ask him to really truly stay with you (and NOT start doing anything crazy) after sex he brushes you off at first, but begrudgingly agrees when he sees its something seriously important to you. he doesn't really do much but ends up floating beside the bed for 6 hours just watching you sleep, which is his idea of caring. the fact that he stuck around is telling enough that he's willing to try, he just needs guidance. (but you can't admit that it's guidance. because then he will get really stubborn.)
Bill's weird licking routine is probably the best way to introduce the concept of cleaning up, funnily enough. after he's done licking up your remaining juices, its not that hard to convince him to help you clean up the surrounding area. he may be hesitant to actually help at first but at least sticking around to watch you clean up the sheets/surroundings gives him an idea of what most humans do. after that, he becomes much more willing to stick around, and soon just starts snapping his fingers to immediately clean objects for you. he doesn't see the point in making you di the work, he deems it unnecessary, but when you explain that its a part of the process as a whole, thats when it begins to click for him
when it comes to bathing or cleaning yourselves up together, this is probably the first step in whcih Bill is actually enthusiastic about accompanying you. he'll blow bubbles in the bathtub while you clean off, and might even be willing to wash your hair or back for you if you ask veeeery nicely. this does take a little prodding, and to protect his ego he claims its just a one time thing, but he actually likes it more than he wants to admit. again, it all circles back to power dynamics. Bill wants to be in control of the situation and relationship, and caring for you while you're vulnerable can be an expression of his power in and of itself. at least, thats what he tells himself. he's very deep in denial about growing a soft spot for you
as previously stated in my other headcanons Bill is honestly kind of bad at words of affirmation, he'll praise and degrade you during sex but his aftercare or pillow talk will be absolutely absurd. don't expect anything soft or sweet, he's not honest or sappy enough for that. instead he's asking you the most bizarre questions he can think of, or prodding you on deep philosophical questions that you would not be thinking about otherwise, and very occasionally he'll ask your opinion on things he's been thinking on recently or problems that have been bothering him. once again, its his weird way of showing you he cares, and while this only happens after hes comfortable with aftercare as a whole it's deeply appreciated. while not stereotypical pillow talk, he still wants to hear your thoughts, and in vice versa he will yap to you until you eventually fall asleep. if you're very lucky and he's feeling especially soft he might play with your hair or scratch your back or something along those lines, simply because he is very energetic and wants to channel that energy somewhere while he talks.
i also think that further into a relationship with fully developed aftercare he will start being very clingy! i mentioned this in my other set of headcanons but once Bill is over his whole pushing you away self sabotage hurdle he becomes suuuuper touchy and clingy, he goes from 0 to 100 in keeping a firm distance and pretending he doesn't care to literally needing you with him all the time, and this translates to aftercare as well. the more used to routine he gets the clingier he gets, which honestly makes him better at the overall process. its nice to feel loved after sex and having a literal dream demon be practically glued to your side can feel pretty good.
overall, Bill is very hot and cold and theres a lot of nuance to how he would be in more vulnerable relationship scenarios like these. i think he's a total wildcard who's very unpredictable, but can be coaxed into gentleness with enough guidance and patience
a/n: HI GUYS I HOPW U WNJOYED !!! this is genuinely the first fic i've written in literally months so apologies if its lowkey mid.,,,, im trying to microdose my way back into regularly writing because ive been so burnt out so please hang on with me while i get my bearings lmao. i havent even been super into gravity falls as of late but bill is a character i know very well and love to analyze, so he's definitely one i return to when struggling to write. i hope u guys liked this (sorry it was a whole lot of yap and analysis more than actual writing) and i hope my characterization was good!!! again tysm for reading ilyyyyy (ALSO PLS SEND DC REQUESTS I MISS JASON TODD.)
not to mention, heâd been acting weird this entire nightâ coming back home and immediately running to the shower, no greeting, no kiss, no nothing. just his first destination being the bathroom
you were worried for him (and hoped to god he wasnât trying to hide another injury from you) so you decided to join him and figure out what was wrong
andddd what was it you figured out? that dick got hit by an aphrodisiac, and that heâs been fisting his cock under cold running water to get rid of his almost painful boner, heavy pants of âcmon, cmonnnnâ leaving his desperate lips. Â
and the moment dick saw you, he didnât panic or stop. instead, he realized his hand wouldnât be enough to get rid of the aphrodisiac
which takes us to nowâ both of your legs wrapped around dickâs waist and your back pressed against the cold bathroom tiles, his hips snapping onto yours ruthlessly under the running water like there was no tomorrow
his cock was dragging in and out of your pussy with a pace so rapid and deep it made you claw his back and drop your jaw even more. âdickâ" you gasped, barely able to get a breath in. ât-too much!â
âi know, baby. i-â he moaned in the crook of your neck, feeling his wet black locks brush on your skin. âim sorry, im so sorryâ he kept whining useless apologies, as if he was ever planning on slowing down.
âohhhh fuck, you feel so goodâ
âcanât stop, not when youâre taking me so wellâ
âmore. more more more moreââ
your orgasm crashed so hard your entire body would have dropped, if it were not for dickâs strong hands holding you up effortlessly. your lips were fully parted into an âoâ, his name leaving you like a chant as the buzz of pleasure sent shivers down your body
dick claimed your lips with an open-mouthed kiss, all tongue and teeth. âfuck, im gonna cumâ he moaned, your cunt clenching over his cock as if not wanting to let go. the vibrations of his voice making you whine, squeezing him moreâ and that was the last straw
a gutteral groan left his busy mouth, thick loads of cum now planting itself deep in your womb. it felt so so good dick had to pull away from the kiss to catch his breath, biting your shoulder to hold back his moans and muffled words as he fucked his cum in you. the grip he had on your thighs for sure would leave marks
considering how rough he fucked you and how much he came, the aphrodisiac should be gone now, right?
âagainâ
boy, did you speak too soon
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jason shows up at your apartment looking like he stepped out of one of those clichĂŠ dark romance novels he pretends not to read, leather jacket slung over one shoulder, hair messy, scars peeking from the collar of his shirt. youâve been seeing each other for weeks nowâstolen kisses turning heated, hands wandering but never quite there.
tonight you finally drag him to your bed, convinced jasonâs done this dance before. he talks a big game, after all.
âbeen thinking about this,â he mutters against your mouth as you pull him down on top of you, voice already rough. âfuck, you have no idea.â
clothes come off fast. heâs hard and thick and trembling just a little when you guide him between your legs. you wrap your hand around him, stroking a few times, and he hisses through his teeth, eyes squeezed shut like heâs concentrating hardâprobably thinking of whatever isnât how his tipâs right up against your cunt. âeasy, princess. donâtâshit.â
you think itâs just the heat of the moment. you line him up and he pushes in slow, groaning low and broken as your walls squeeze around him. he wasnât lying about being big, his size stretching you just right, and for a second it feels perfect. then his hips jerk once, twice, and he buries himself deep with a wrecked sound, coming hard before you even get a chance to adjust.
the silence hits for a moment. you feel the warm rush inside you and blink up at him. âjason⌠did you justââ
âshut up,â he grunts, face burning red under the scars, but he doesnât pull out right away. heâs still half-hard, breathing like he ran across rooftops. âitâs been a minute, alright? donât make it a thing.â
you start laughing, soft and playful, hooking your legs around his waist to keep him close. âa minute? jay, be honest. was that your first time? you lied to me, you cocky bastard.â
he tries to play it off, smirking even as embarrassment floods his cheeks. âwhat? no. iâve done this. plenty. youâre just⌠really fucking tight, okay? caught me off guard.â his voice cracks a little on the last word and it only makes you grin wider.
âplenty, huh?â you tease, rolling your hips experimentally and feeling him twitch inside you. âcouldâve fooled me with that two-pump chump performance. my big tough red hood, coming the second he gets it in. thatâs adorable.â
jason groans, burying his face in your neck, but you feel him starting to harden again already. interesting. you press further, voice sweet and mean all at once. âaw, poor virgin boy. all that talk about âhandlingâ me and you blow your load before i even moan your name. how embarrassing.â
âfuck you,â he mutters, but thereâs no heat in it. he lifts his head, green eyes dark and a little glassy, hips shifting like he just canât fucking help it. âiâm notâokay, fine. maybe i havenât. happy now? still gonna bust my balls about it or are you gonna let me make it up to you?â
you laugh again and squeeze around him on purpose. âoh iâm definitely busting your balls. look at you, getting hard again and all iâm doing is making fun of you. does the big bad vigilante have a little humiliation kink? thatâs pathetic, todd. my virgin big mean boyfriend coming untouched basically.â
his breath hitches hard. fuck, your bullyingâs getting him all riled up. he doesnât know if he loves it or hates it. both. definitely both. âgoddamn it, princess,â he rasps, voice gravel and shame and heat all mixed together. he rolls his hips experimentally, slower this time, hoping he wonât humiliate himself for a second time tonight. âkeep running your mouth like that and i wonât last a second time either. you gonna keep bullying me or help me fix this?â
âboth,â you say sweetly, dragging your nails down his back. âbecause itâs cute watching you try to act cocky while your dickâs betraying you. came so fast for me, baby. first time and you couldnât even hold it together. how many times did you jerk off thinking about this and still fold instantly, hmm?â
jason curses under his breath, thrusting shallow and careful now, face flushed but eyes locked on yours with that stubborn defiance. âkeep talking shit and iâll make sure the second round actually lasts long enough to shut you up. virgin or not, i learn fast. and you,â he leans in, biting your shoulder lightly, âlove having the big scary red hood embarrassed and leaking for you. donât you?â
you do. and the way heâs getting harder with every teasing word tells you he loves it even more.
the grip he has on your hips seconds later tells you heâs about to redeem himself as best as he could. because heâs right, virgin or not, the guy learns fast.
Š nagumolvr , you do not have permission to translate, steal, repost, or feed my work to ai.
summary: after years of hard nights and bad dreams, finnick knows better than anyone how to make you feel safe again
warnings: post-mockingjay, established relationship, victor!reader, fluff, comfort, nightmares, brief depictions of death & anxiety
word count: 1.2k
(based on this request, tysm <3)
Callused fingers cradle your cheek while soft lips pepper softer kisses down the slope of your neck. They're a welcome reprieve from the terror that lingers after yet another bad dream.
Yet another night, forced to relive the greatest horrors of your short lifetime. Sometimes it's the arena, your hands covered in the blood of your fellow tributes, their small faces frozen in their final moments of fear.
Tonight's was somehow even worse. It was him, cruelly dismembered while you watched uselessly from the top of that damned ladder. You can still hear them clear as day, hissing your name instead of the Mockingjay's with voices much too human for their mutated, reptilian bodies.
But the games and the war are over now, you know that. You're not trapped in those tunnels anymore, or desperately tugging the love of your life to safety as the Capitol's mutts snap at his ankles in their violent attempts to drag him to his death.
Because in the waking world, they didn't. Finnick is right next to you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear that mean everything. Those gentle words spoken in the dark mean he's still alive.
"Open your eyes, sweetheart. It's not real. None of it is real," he mumbles carefully, shifting to mouth at the sweat-slick skin just below your jaw. The deep timbre and vibration of his voice are soothing, if only a little. "Take a deep breathâin through your nose, out through your mouth. Do it with me, come on."
You do as he says, tensing in anticipation, preparing for the overwhelming scent of roses, but it never comes. Instead, you smell seawater. It's strongest in his sleep-tousled curls, so you nose into them and breathe him in, letting your focus drift elsewhere. Somewhere safe.
Your next exhale is a little steadier, even more still when you repeat the action with him, once then twice. Slowly, everything you see, feel, smell, taste, is him. His lips meet yours, and your eyes remain open even as his flutter closed in your desperation to keep the familiar, nightmarish images that dance behind your eyelids at bay.
But as he coaxes your mouth open and buries his fingers in your hair to pull you closer, everything else begins to fade away. There's only Finnick.
You repeat it to yourself like a mantraâthere's no one else here but Finnick. He's right here.
Blunt nails gently scratch your scalp, tensing to keep you near, to maintain the grounding pressure of his lips against yours, and the kiss deepens. But there's no heat behind it. Only the potent taste of sugar cubes and the persistent bite of determination. He won't give up until he banishes every awful recollection and replaces them with newer memories of comfort and peaceâat least for the night.
Eventually, he pulls away, chastely pecking your lips a few more times when you chase him. Immediately, you feel colder, and as if he can sense it, he pulls you flush against him, resting his cheek on your collarbone.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" he asks, a faint murmur as he peers up to meet your gaze.
There's concern in his eyes, and you wonder if you were screaming again. God, you hope not. It happens often enough, but even so, it's not something you think either of you will ever get used to.
You sigh and start to shake your head, but stop short. Do you want to talk about it? The answer is usually a resounding noâwhy dwell on anything that causes so much pain, that you've discussed over and over, practically to death?
And yet, for the first time in a long time, there are words on the tip of your tongue desperate to escape. Tonight, you actually do.
"It was bad, Finn," you whisper shakily, still falsely convinced you need to remain quiet so you're not overheard. "They got you this time. Tore you apart...ripped you to shreds, and I did nothing. None of us did. We let you dieâsacrificed you for some greater good, but no one even tried," you spit out, your voice rising in anger the longer you recall your dream. "We could've saved you. We chose not to."
He stays silent, his arms tightening around you as a reminder of your reality. You're positive he can feel you trembling, and his brows knit together in what anyone else would assume is sympathy. But he understands. He felt that crippling fear back then and he feels it radiating off of you in waves right now.
Fighting to hide the intensifying quiver of your lips, you breathe sharply out your nose to dispel your misplaced blame. You didn't lose him, and so of course there's no one at fault. You repeat that like a mantra, too.
"You know, sometimes I wake up searching for you. l expect you to be gone like you were never here at all," you mumble numbly, but your body betrays you, finally giving in to the burning behind your eyes. "It feels like I'm suffocating. I can't breathe no matter how hard I try, and there's this huge weight on my chest, this crushing loneliness I can't shake."
A few stray tears fall against your will, and he brushes them away with a gentle swipe of his thumb before you can rub your skin raw. He cups your cheeks again, guiding you down for another kiss, and it's salty and wet, just like seawater.
You suddenly feel overwhelmingly grateful. Night after night, you go through this same routine, and he calms you without question or complaint, lovingly. After so many years, it feels like second nature to both of you. And when he has his bad nights, quieter than yours but no less traumatic, you soothe his unrest with stories from your childhood, of ocean spray and fishing nets filled to the brim on a stormy day.
Rolling you onto your back, he braces himself on his elbows to keep from crushing you while he shields you from the rest of the world. This bedâthe light, scratchy fibers of home woven into your blanket and pillowcasesâis the only world that matters, the one you've made for yourselves.
Finnick kisses you breathless, then fills your lungs with his air. You feel lighter. Relieved. Then he speaks and his voice is like a lullaby, better than any bedtime story with a happy ending meant only for you.
"But you always find me, right? When you open your eyes, I'm always here," he says so earnestly that it must be true. You nod, your eyelids growing heavier as the world fades into a wash of bronze and seafoam green. "It's okay to close them. Get some rest. I promise you, I'll be waiting right here in the morning when you wake up."
As you drift off, he lowers his body to rest carefully on top of yours, and his heat acts as a blanket to shelter you against the cool, salty breeze filtering in through an open window.
You're home. You're safe. Tonight, you believe it.
Fuuuuck dude I got drunk last night and tried to take down the villain on my own and now heâs texting me some âIâm the only one allowed to defeat youâ shit bro what do I do
