nums/bun

21-Dev-multifandom. ask me about my daddy issues :3

[smuttiebunnie]

Masterlist

to be adjusted babies!!

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ᓚᘏᗢ Jujutsu Kaisen

ᓚᘏᗢ Tokyo Revengers

[annaevermore]

18+ mdni

Thinking about how girls nights out always end up with at least one of your girlfriends complaining about their dating lives.

You try to be supportive, humming and agreeing with their complaints, but it never takes long for one of them to jokingly point out that you have no reason to complain: your boyfriend is perfect.

And truth is, yes, Dick Grayson is the perfect boyfriend.

At first you were convinced that he would change overtime, once you both got out of the honeymoon phase. But three years have passed since he officially became your boyfriend, and he never changed. If anything, he only improved.

Take tonight for example. When you mentioned that you would be going out, without even looking up from the dishes he was washing, he offered to drive you to the bar and pick you up. No questions asked.

As you were getting ready, he never hurried you, opting for sitting at a careful distance: enough to give you the space you needed, but still close enough to admire you.

Just as you were about to add your finishing touches, he came up behind you, resting his hands on your hips. His lips traced slowly the side of your neck, making you shiver at the sensation.

"Can I taste you, pretty please?"

The request was nothing unusual. Dick loves eating you out before you have to go out somewhere. Or at any time of the day, for that matter. He insists that it makes you glow. And who are you to deny him?

You didn't have to repeat yourself any further. He draged you to your shared bed and made you lay on top of it, careful not to mess up your hair.

Gently, and with barely concealed eagerness, he lifted your dress and moved your lace panties to the side, before diving in and eating you out like a man starved.

After drawing at least one orgasm out of you — preferably two — he cleaned you up, pulled down your dress and drove you to the bar, making sure you were not even a minute late.

The kiss you gave him — after he asked for one with his puppy dog eyes — tasted faintly of your arousal, but neither of you cared as some of your lipgloss got on his lips.

So when you hear your friend's comment, you can do nothing but agree with her.

Your boyfriend is perfect.

A/N: I once saw a video once of a girl talking about her boyfriend eating her out and driving her to a girls night out immediately after. I haven't been the same since.

[fishing-princess]

[honeysucklewatr]

safety net

“meant it” | nerdystoner!jason | university au | smut

summary: jason’s finding it hard seeing you, seemingly, move on from him so his solution is to keep his distance. fortunately, he can’t even manage that.

tags + extras: college!au, angst, smoking, drinking, smut, reader is (was) a virgin. car sex. jealousy, frat houses mentioned, bsfs!brother, yes the reader has more than one bsf. plottwist. dick is in a frat because of course out of all the batboys it would be him. jason is not in a frat cause he wouldn’t join it, he’d think its stupid but would stick around for some parties.

wc: 15k

a/n: so so so sorry, life got busy and the university experience was killing me as it is the characters in this au lmao. anyway, i hope this lives up to your expectations and doesn’t disappoint. unfortunately i couldn’t proofread cause i had my first amateur boxing match last night (and won yay) so i didn’t have time…

the funny thing about saying something out loud is that it solidifies itself by whoever heard it.

being caught off guard and saying something you’d never really considered before and it takes root in your life as your word is held against you. something about this whole situation reminded you of the fundamentals of primary school and the golden rules you were supposed to follow.

treat others the way you want to be treated.

think before you speak.

something must’ve gotten lost in translation because everything seems to be going to shit.

back inside of the house, jason is nowhere to be found.

you duck into his room, check grayson’s, and then ultimately decide to check back downstairs again. nothing. pulling out your phone to call jason when you run into grayson, walking right into him as you descend down the stairs.

“woah, slow down,” he holds your shoulders straight, “where are we going?”

waving your phone around vaguely, “i was looking for jason but i think he left?”

grayson nods, “yeah. he went on a liquor run with roy and wally.”

“huh,” nodding back, you hum, “liquor run.”

“yeah, it’s a pool party this time so guaranteed need a couple kegs and something strong for shots.” continuing while you walk with him to the now fixed window and shooing away barry and oliver who were standing way too close to comfort. “and whoever did this shit is gonna get their ass beat when i find them.”

“makes sense.” you barely reply, watching as people move around you but not really paying attention.

the last few days have been, eventful to say the least. then hal threw in that curveball that just caused another spiral of what you and jason even were. he apologized, yes, and of course you want jason. you’ll always want jason but you’ve spent so much time now on him, trying to get over him to no avail. weeks of your life distancing yourself only to get pulled back to him again.

saying yes to hal felt like more of an unconscious decision than you actually wanting to date him.

it’s probably mean but he threw you off when he suddenly asked you out and it almost felt like a sign. that you had options and that not being with jason wasn’t the end of the world even if it felt like it. maybe hal could give you some perspective.

it’s not like hal jordan is ugly by any means. you’ve seen him without a shirt and he’s insanely ripped, much like grayson is. he’s pretty too, the kind that would make anyone do a double take.

but in the back of yours mind you still knew.

he’s not jason.

“hey,” grayson suddenly says, “you keep zoning out on me.”

you turn to face him, “yeah, sorry.”

he shakes his head and points a finger at your forehead, “don’t apologize. what’s going on in that head of yours?”

with a heavy sigh and no patience left to lie, “i hooked up with jason again.”

grayson’s eyes widen, “oh, i didn’t need to know that—” he sighs, “uh, isn’t that a good thing?”

you nod slowly, “i think so.”

from behind the two of you, the party began to get bigger. glassing clinking and laughter ringing. roaring music as tim whispered something in connor’s ear and he clicked away on his phone. hal had already joined the crowd with his shirt crooked on his body and a hand clasped around a beer. the front door was opening and closing more than you could count and the bodies stacking inside were more than the previous ones you’d been to probably because it was one of the last one of the school year.

but jason wasn’t back yet.

someone bumps into you from behind and touches your waist to steady you from falling.

“oops sorry. ‘m a clutz.” laughing as she lets go of your side to get a better look at you. “wait, i know you!”

she smiles bright, her hair dark and beautiful. her eyes had the prettiest sparkle to them. you blink at the girl in front of you and exchange a glance with grayson.

“are you in my program?” you ask.

grayson cuts in, “no, this is donna. you met her at the last party.”

you nod slowly as the gears turn you recognize her face from spin the bottle. “oh, hey. sorry.”

“you were dating jason right?” a clear slur in her voice that told you’d she’d been drinking for a while before getting here, “ugh, i was talking to roy and he’s such a dog. both of them are honestly. i just can’t believe jason made that bet about you seriously. all my sisters are uber pissed and swore to keep away for at least another week.”

your stomach drops at her words and the creeping feeling of embarrassment takes form. though another form of jealousy crept too.

“you all heard?” you ask quietly.

donna nods immediately, “of course, everyone kinda did. but and roy is still up jade’s ass so whatever.”

she doesn’t notice how your demeanour shifts just barely. the creeping unease from everyone knowing your existence from a bet, no matter how much reassurance jason gave you. it was finally in front of you. you’ve seen how you’re known to people you don’t really even know—as a joke.

twisting his head slightly, dick read how her words were hitting you before you’d even said anything yourself. he gestures to her hand quickly. “you’re drinking pink whitney?”

she shrugs and holds her cup up, “yup. come on, don’t act like it’s not good.”

“never said that it’s just banned from this frat. too many bad memories.”

a distant shout makes grayson turn his attention that way again. when you turn too, you see conner with blood dripping down his neck and a face palming tim. the needle in conners hand is barely visible from where you were but you could see enough to know he was adjusting a new piece of metal in his lip, matching the other side.

he pierced himself and didn’t even seem fazed.

“for fucks sake,” grayson murmurs under his breath before putting hand up to both of you and storming over towards them.

“i told him not to do it,” tim sighs and shrugs while conner looks pleased with himself, already tonguing at the snake bite.

grayson grabs the towel and holds it to his lip himself, like the responsible guy he tries to be. “this is the last time you pierce yourself dude. just go to the fucking tattoo parlor across the street.”

beneath the paper towel, conner laughs but it comes out more muffled, “‘n pay sixty-five bucks? ya right.”

you’d probably been smiling at their interaction or just tuned out so much that donna tapped you again.

“do you want get a drink too? i’m basically out.”

glancing towards the front door once more, like it could bring jason back faster, you slowly nod. the two of you move towards the kitchen and donna starts talking about astrology and zodiac signs. she explains how her sign is compatible with most people but you don’t quite remember what her sign even was from how fast she talked. by the time she’s pouring you a drink in a solo cup and handing it to you, she starts talking about roy again.

“—he’s a dick. a real piece of work but when we’re alone he’s sweet. i don’t get it.” she sighs before gesturing towards you vaguely at how zoned out you were again, “but i’m sure jason is similar right? they are bestfriends.”

though you answer immediately, your blood warm from the alcohol already, “no. he’s actually really sweet in every situation. just kindhearted like it’s in his blood, i don’t know, it’s kind of infuriating.”

she nods along, “he keeps to himself yeah. just a real ass for making that bet over you babe. i’m sorry about that.”

grimacing softly, you sigh, “why’re you sorry? it’s not like you did it.”

“i mean, it just doesn’t make sense.” donna dramatically groans, “he’s in love with you! why’d do men do terrible things to the women they love?”

you down the rest of your cup and immediately regret it with a groan of disgust before shrugging, “it’s not love. it’s like a race of endurance. who can take more hardship from someone whose supposed to make their life easier.”

she laughs with her pretty teeth out, bumping shoulders with you, “you sound like you’ve had a lot of shitty boyfriends.”

“one was enough,” you genuinely laugh too before it simmers into something deeper, “and he’s not shitty and that’s the problem.”

she frowns, “oh babe, i know exactly what you mean.”

the front door continues to open and close, inviting new people in and letting others out. between the shuffling, the two of you slide onto the counter, legs crossed towards the other. that’s when a thought occurs to you again and it demands to be discovered. you gulp before you speak.

“um… did you really mean what you said earlier? that everyone heard what roy said?”

donna’s frown deepens before she nods, “the people around us and other sorority did.”

“who cares though? after you graduate, you’ll never gonna see these losers again.”

she jumps off the counter, “let’s go, show ‘em how hot you are.”

sipping your drink, you glancing towards the party through the doorway. you blink at her than down at your clothes that wasn’t meant for a party.

“nah i’m good in here.” lying right through your teeth like you were any form of good right now.

she rolls her eyes and drags you anyways, back towards the loud music. as soon as you’re back you see shots being poured by roy and wally. the two of them arguing over who had better taste in music while you walked over with donna. when you look to donna to tell her to ignore roy, she’s already got hearts in her eyes and you sigh softly to yourself.

“—all you listen to is fucking faye webster,” roy sighs, “i bet you listen to taylor swift too.”

wally gasps like he’s offended, “okay that’s where i draw the line.”

when roy opens his mouth again, conner drapes his arms around both of their shoulders, “both of you have shit taste, how’s that?”

roy squints at tim over conners shoulder, though tim only smiled tightly and tilts his head towards where you stood with donna. he catches donnas eye and he shoots her a stupid smile, the kind you recognize as the one he makes to women he wants to sleep with.

in that moment you try really hard not to roll your eyes.

instead, you step slightly in front of her like a protective boyfriend or something even though you’d just met her. shaking your head when he catches your eye cause you know what roy is like. and in the little time you’d known donna, you know how he makes her feel with so little words.

“have you seen jason?” you say with a tilt of your head.

roy shrugs, “he’s probably still bringing the keg inside.”

you frown, “you let him bring a whole keg in alone?”

“have you seen the man?” asking with genuine confusion towards you, “he’s fucking ripped.”

as if you even have to think about it, you nod and turn to go find him. donna’s already making her way towards roy before you can tell her anything, so you continue your way toward the garage.

the music slowly gets quieter as you walk down the hall and into the laundry room. ignoring the people making out on top of the washer and dryer as you open the garage door and find it open and jason’s mustang still on. but he was nowhere to be found there. traces of ash on the ground as you circle the car and turn the corner to no avail. jason wasn’t there. you turn towards the front door and don’t find him. with an exasperated groan, you stomp towards the backyard door to try again at finding him because there’s no way he just left his car on right?

“you looking for something?” a husky voice calls out.

before you’d even touched the backyard door, you spin on your heel to find jason there. blunt burning between his fingers as he leaned against his car again.

“yeah actually.” as you approach him, “you.”

his face stays the same as he takes another drag. eyes not lifting from you and the same stoic look on them.

“so, you found me.” he says as he blows the smoke out. the grey clouding around him and the sour smell of marijuana radiating off of him. heady in the way that distracts you.

you nod like it means something and lean next to him. “you always smoke in the same spot so if you were trying to hide, you should try harder.”

jason sighs and stretches his shoulders, “i guess i’m getting predictable.”

the moment pauses as you try to decipher the meaning in his words. “i didn’t say it was a bad thing.”

his eyes meet yours as he pushes off the wall. “neither did i.”

making quick work to ash out his barely lit joint, he flicks it away as he pivots and moves to go back inside without even a glance towards your direction. something in your stomach twists. you frown to yourself before deciding to ask him.

“did i do something wrong?”

jason turns his head just enough to look at you. his hand still on the door as he pulls it open. the smile that he gives you barely reaches his eyes as that same exhaustion you’d seen earlier had returned.

“nah ma, you didn’t do anything.”

then the door follows behind him, leaving you in the cold air to think to yourself. just long enough to decide that you should go home and give the both of you some space.

space you knew would eat away at your sanity.

luckily, you’re not much of a drinker so waking up early wasn’t hard to do after last night.

getting to gordon’s presentation on his new paper was easier than your morning practicals, at least today. naturally as his assistant and amateur researcher, you’d been invited to attend the gala thrown by the sponsors.

by the time you arrived, the guests were set up and the audience was packed. gordon’s standing by the bar with some of the law professors, holding a darkened drink that was definitely bitter and pretentious. a select few men with their hair slicked back had gathered around where gordon stood. conversing and laughing in a pitch that exhibited more wealth than you’d ever known.

your heels were already killing you as you walked off the subway since they had to host this on the upper east side of town. you tug at your neatly arranged dress and step forward to mingle like you were supposed to. forced to talk to the people that funded gordon’s PhD and his years of research that every other person had found ridiculous.

the sound of your name being called made you turn towards it.

“when’d you get here sweetheart?” gordon smiled as he gestured you towards the rest of them.

he was always such a strong and respected figure that you saw him like a parent. since your first year, you’d taken classes with him and his years of extensive police work had drawn you in. gordon might’ve pushed you really hard like he wanted you to do well because he really did. in the back of his mind he knew you were brilliant and wanted to nourish it before you finally graduated.

that’s why you had a full year of research assistance under your belt thanks to him.

the men around him parted for you and you exchanged a gentle hello. “i just got here actually.”

he nods, “good. great timing. i’d like you to meet some people!” gesturing towards the people in crisp suits with swirling glasses. “this is clifford devoe.”

the name rang bells immediately from how poorly gordan talked about him in private to you. gordans eyes looked to you then to the man again, silently saying a thousand words. you fill in the blanks for him and offer your hand to clifford when he raises his to take yours.

“you must be the generous one the university appointed. it’s so nice to finally meet you.”

with your hand gently taken into his hand, the feeling of unease that radiated off of him was unmistakable. you hide the grimace that he caused when he repeats your name to you.

“hm, yes.” still holding your hand a moment too long. dragging his eyes over you before letting you pull away. “i’ve seen what you’d contributed to the study on adolescent rehabilitation and prison reform. truly sickening that we still debate the human nature of criminals.”

you’re sure you’re failing terribly at hiding your distaste now. “don’t you think it’s a little silly to attribute it all to human nature?”

from beside you gordan seems to purse his lips. though clifford scoffs and smiles small, “of course a young woman such as yourself would think so as if that’s some revolutionary thought.” laughing through his words.

the condescension was clear from his rude mouth. you could taste the bitterness he spewed.

you hum, “why of course a man such as yourself would believe no one is redeemable but him.”

from beside him, the black haired man in the suit catches your eye briefly before chuckling into his glass. narrowing your eyes at the shape of his eyebrows because they were just so familiar, the thick arches that mimicked wings. it reminded you of jason and his thick set brows that were studiously perfect without having touched them.

gordon clears his throat and nudges you softly before saying your name to change the subject.

“have you seen the completed poster with all the statistics? it looks really great, let me show you.”

before you can say anything else, he’s already been walking away, turning his head to look at you just to ensure you’re following him. with a polite and contrasting goodbye, you take your leave. feeling proud of yourself as

when you get to the poster, gordon’s standing there squinting like he’s got something bad to say. but he just shakes his head and points to the men you’d left at the bar, still conversing like no tension had ever raised.

“he pays for the damn project sweetheart, we can’t insult him no matter how much of an ass he may be.”

you shrug and sigh before mumbling. “at least not to his face right?”

despite the situation, gordan laughs. “yeah, at least not to his face.” patting your back and turning the both of you towards the poster. “now, did i tell you that they approved you as a peer-reviewed scholar once you’ve graduated?”

looking towards the statistics scattered across the large poster, you saw all the datasets you’d condensed. all the graphs and charts that you’d made and the spreadsheets that made you feel like you were losing brain cells. you didn’t think you’d get being a contributor to research paper on your record too. just being an assistant was enough. with a tilt of your head at the meticulous pie chart you made so long ago you forgot about, you hum.

“but i’m not gonna be here so how could i contribute anything anyway?”

“well if you stay at gotham for your masters,” he shakes your shoulder gently, the way the father would when he’s proud but doesn’t wanna say it with words aloud. “i won’t publish until october.”

that stopped your mind from thinking about anything else but what just came out of his mouth.

eyes widening as you turn to him. “wait, really?”

this would set you apart from other applicants in your graduate program and give you a better chance at getting into it.

he smiles with crinkles around his eyes and nods because you’d only been talking about this since you started. also because someone had already mentioned your interest to him.

“do i get any credit for that part of it?” a voice from behind you sound a d you turn to face it.

but you didn’t expect for it to be bruce wayne.

you blink at your friends dad that you’d only seen a handful of times before. now you recall how he was sat at the bar earlier, just his eyes visible and the realization of how they looked having distracted you enough. still you smile and lean forward to take his hand when he offers it.

“mr. wayne, it’s so nice to see you. i didn’t think you’d be here.”

his hand was firm and certain. righteous in a way that he radiated the energy even when you would just briefly see him.

“gordon invited me along with a couple business partners. it’s good to see you again. what’s it been? 2 years?” bruce gives a small smile while he places his drink on the table next to you. looking to gordon, bruce switches his gaze between him and the poster, “i’ve been thinking, you could go back as commissioner and implement these ideas yourself gordon.”

a snort escapes gordon as he shakes his head, “no way, and leave my cushiony tenure position?” laughing as he gestures to the poster. “you see the bridge in socioeconomic status and educational attainment? those positions don’t require degrees. they just need intelligence and compassion that comes naturally. you got a knack for those bruce.”

the two of them share a knowing glance before someone approaches gordon to ask about something with his focus group, taking away his attention. he excuses himself before he leaves you there with bruce. for a moment, it’s quiet while bruce watches the party, taking slow sips of his bourbon.

you watch with him, noticing how the people in this party were mostly the types who didn’t need to worry about these things. about the ones that are unfairly prosecuted or treated as villainous for trying to survive. no one in this room held that title the way you’d seen women and men alike being pressed. surveillance was created by them for them, to protect them.

that’s what made you want to get involved in gordon’s study. a chance to use theory and practice in a way that actually mattered.

“you think very loudly.” bruce suddenly says.

your head turns to his, still looking out at the people conversing and moving about. she’s trained over nothing and everything at once.

“my bad,” you laugh nervously.

he only shoots you another smile, “don’t be. your mind is brilliant and meant to think. don’t burn yourself out doing it too much. it’s a habit i’ve yet to get my sons to figure out too.”

sons. right.

nodding your head, you change the subject. “you know gordon pretty well?”

he nods too. “knew him back when he was still an officer. the man is a saint personified.”

distracted from the topic at hand, you try to stay focused, nodding along and silently staring at where bruce’s eyes were trained. though bruce is incredibly attentive, and he immediately notices how you’d been looking. fixing his watch that didn’t need any adjusting as he speaks.

“dick tells me jason misses you.”

nearly choking on your spit, you look to bruce again, forgetting to not look so surprised. “what?”

behind his professionalism, something turns warmer. “he’s taking academics more seriously. i’ve always told him he’s got the smarts when he puts his mind to it but i’m sure you’ve seen how shrugs it off.”

not knowing what to say, you nod him along.

“…he even applied for a couple graduate programs thanks to you and got into them all across the country.” lifting his glass and sipping.

“i didn’t know he applied.” you admit.

“it’s force of habit i guess,” he shrugs. “he didn’t even tell me when he got into gotham university. just started attending classes and brushed it off like it was no big deal which i assure you, it is.”

frowning at his fathers admission, “that’s kinda sad. he’s probably the smartest person i know.”

suddenly bruce smiles at you, his grin something more of fond remembrance. he adjusts his suit and sniffs just audible enough for you to notice. then his smile falls as he meets the eye of someone across from the room and they wave to one another.

“if you see my son, please let him know for me that his bike has been replaced. and that i need him to answer the phone when i call him.” touching your wrist softly and bidding you goodbye.

with nothing to say or actualize the fact with, you’d turned your attention back to the poster. the words swirling themselves until you’d forgotten what the last year collecting was about.

suddenly you’re glad there’s noone around to ask you about it, cause you’re not sure you’d know.

“dude just back that shit up on me.” grayson coos.

from in front of him, wally groans. “no dude, it’s not gonna fit in there anyways. just ask someone else to.”

“i’ll make it fit just shut up and do it.”

on the couch a phone rings. both of the boys ignore it and instead continuing muttering at the other. taking turns groaning as wally pushes the desk, hal shakes his head from the other side of the room.

“you guys know you could do this literally anywhere else.”

“and you could help, you know?” grayson sighs as he drops the horribly built ikea desk wally built. looking hal up and down, dick furrows his brow. “why are you even dressed like that?”

brushing off his shirt with absolutely no lint on it, hal smooths out the folds in his button up. grinning from ear to ear like a kid who’d won a prize. “I have a date.”

the boys all turn to look at him.

“oh,” wally lets the desk back on the ground, ignoring how grayson groans when it hits his foot. “a hot date huh? she got a friend?”

like perfectly horrible timing, jason’s walking into the living room. to grab his phone he’d forgotten that had unknowingly been ringing and buzzing. his eyes fall on hal on the chair immediately, trailing up his form with sharp eyes. dick clears his throat at the sight.

“your phones been ringing.” he simply says.

“yeah, i heard.” jason murmurs as he clears past hal wordlessly and heads straight to the kitchen as though he wanted nothing to do with him.

as though his very being annoyed him enough that he couldn’t spare him a glance right now. the sudden presence and departure of jason had thrown the energy of the room off for a moment, not because of him but how far hals discomfort radiated. wally takes a long look between grayson and hal before nodding towards where jason had disappeared behind the wall of.

“what’s his problem?” he sits next to hal on the couch, legs going up lazily on the coffee table.

hal opened his mouth to fill in the blanks, but grayson chimes in first, his eyes trained pointedly on hal as he answers wally. “his girl left him for some douchebag in a frat.”

awkwardly the air fills as wally nods. “right…”

“i’m gonna uh—” hal stands and leaves his cup on the table. “head out now. i’m picking her up and all.”

perched on the ikea desk, grayson nods with an expression that looks disapproving. “i expect you back around midnight cinderella. no hooking up on your first date.”

wally snorts, “hasn’t stopped him before.”

“shut up west.” effectively cutting through the tension again. “i’m serious, i’m putting the latch on after.”

the other two stay silent. hal nodding knowingly before grabbing his key and leaving them with a quiet goodbye. wally furrows his brows only minutes later as he contemplates. while the room drifts back into a silence and grayson leaves to check the kitchen only to find it empty, wally itches his chin.

“gray?” mumbling vaguely.

he hums in acknowledgment as he types away on his phone.

“is the girl he’s going out with jason’s girl?”

that gets him to look up from his phone and bring his hand out. hovering over wally’s forehead before flicking him with a sharp seething sound from his lips. grayson huffs.

“no shit sherlock. now stop straining yourself and get off your ass. move this desk out of my living room.”

this entire situation was so fucked.

the night had hardly started and hal already fucked up in ways you knew jason would never. when he messaged you about confirming the date, he wouldn’t say where it would be. so instead, you opted to ask what to wear.

big. fucking. mistake.

never ask a man what to where to any occasion because they will give you false, misleading information and clearly hal jordan was no exception.

he told you to dress casual, something everyday, he said. thankfully you chose to wear a simple black dress otherwise you’d be entirely underdressed for this fancy restaurant he took you to. now he’s sitting across from you, flipping through the menu gracefully like he’s a food connoisseur. occasionally humming as he reads out the name of the dish to you.

“would you like the house caviar? it’s genuinely the best thing you’ll find in the tri-state area.” eyes twinkling beautifully under the romantic ambience lighting.

if it were any other period of your life, you might really, truly like him. the way he took charge and pushed to ask you out was hot. he found a way to wiggle into your life and he took what he wanted. hal was good looking, smart, and he had a good head on his shoulders. but somehow you found yourself looking into his eyes like they were interesting. found yourself staring at the orange illuminating his skin like it were the most familiar thing, and watching the flames flicker in his eyes.

staring at the flames that reminded you of him.

the warmth grew on your skin as his face morphed everytime you blinked and the love ached. your heart ached at the thought of him.

he touches your hand, “you okay?”

“huh?” you shut your eyes and look back at him quickly, shaking the distraction off. “sorry i missed what you asked.”

his thumb strokes the back of your hand soothingly. the action grounds you from the thoughts the swirled. “if you’d like caviar to try. the mussels are delicious too.”

shooting him a reassuring smile, you shake your head. “oh um, sure. whatever you’d like.”

“but would you like it?” he counters.

“probably not.” you answer honestly. “sorry.”

he smiles, “don’t apologize. it’s good to know though, next time i’ll take you somewhere not fish related.”

vaguely you nod and try to smile though you’re sure it comes out insincere. hal only frowns and squeezes your hand like he’d known you’d needed some reassurance to guide your thoughts.

“we can still go home.” suddenly he says. “i mean i don’t want to, shit, i don’t care if jason keeps moping around and cries himself to sleep cause we’re here. i know what i want unlike him and that’s you.”

you blink slowly, letting his declaration find footing in your mind. technically he was right. you had these second thoughts because you weren’t even sure of this date would go ahead or if hal really did like you. it’s almost like he reads your mind when he tilts his head to look harder at you.

“—he doesn’t decide if we like eachother. i’d be damned if i let him get in the way of me and pretty girl just cause he fumbled her.”

the waiter comes by before you can speak through your parted lips and offers more wine. hal smiles and nods at the waiter, his warm hand still holding yours. it only occurred then that you were the one making this awkward, not him. the waiter pours your drinks and hal lifts his with his free hand, gesturing you to do the same. clinking the glasses, he swirls the cup and sips, his eyes trained on yours as you mirror him.

setting his drink back down and letting you take your hand back, hal orders for the both of you. part of you wasn’t sure how to feel, him taking that initiative to place an order of what you’d like to eat but also partially annoyed that he’d assumed what you’d like. or maybe he just did what he pleased. regardless, you were kind of glad he’d said something to the waiter cause the names of the dishes on this menu was absolutely insane. continually you look around the space, taking in the gorgeous lighting and the artwork that definitely costs thousands to maintain here. he watches your face while you stare at the tapestry behind him.

“do you like art then?”

you nod your head, still looking at the painting behind him. “i can appreciate it for sure.”

his eyes don’t falter, still staring at you while you’re looking around. “so can i.”

when you look to him, he’s got his head in one of his hands, smiling fainting with those dimples just deep enough to notice. he blinks at you, still giddy. “don’t mind me. i’m taking it in.”

you raise a brow at him. “taking in me or this place?”

“would it be wrong if i said both?”

heat rushes to his ears as soon as the words leave his mouth. it only makes you feel like imploding from how sweet he was being. fighting the urge to smile until he breaks into a soft laughter and you return the same. shaking your head and looking up the the chandelier hanging just next to you again. hal follows your gaze.

“you’ve looked at that chandelier at least eight times now.” this time looking with you like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.

“sorry,” you laugh. “i haven’t been anywhere this nice before.”

he tops off your drinks and leans his elbows on the table in improper etiquette. “don’t worry about apologizing. i’m not much of fancy restaurant guy myself.”

pointedly, you eye him. his effortlessly handsome outfit and crisp button up shirt said otherwise.

with a smile, your narrow your eyes at him. “could’ve fooled me jordan.”

“i mean,” he raises his hands in surrender. “i don’t even know what these forks are for. i usually like eating with the little one at home.”

a genuine smile returns on your face as you lean closer just as he’s been. “i’m pretty sure that’s supposed to be a sign of neurodivergence.”

“a fork?” he challenges. “you know what, you’re smart and pretty, i believe anything you say.”

lightly you smack his arm and shake your head, calling him stupid with no malice as you sipped your drink. after a couple more minutes, the waiter comes out with your food. as soon as you take a bite, you look up at him wide eyed and make a sound of approval.

hal smiles like he’s won the lottery. “yeah? it’s good?”

with your eyes still closed now, you shake your head and chew. “very good.”

pushing your plate to him, he laughs and takes a forkful to try. only seconds later moaning egregiously enough that the older people in the tables next to you have dirty looks.

“this, is better than sex.” he admits more loudly than he needs to.

“really selling yourself short there,” you laughed.

blinking he laughs. “i mean, sex is objectively good right. but if the girls not feeling it then it’s never good. as a man, i’m objectively not as good as this pasta.”

this only makes you laugh harder. “that still didn’t make any sense.”

your mind eases off of jason for a moment as he presses you for information about school and your future. he listens so intently that it makes you feel respected and valued.

hal had ordered the caviar he was anxiously wanted you to try and reluctantly you’d made some excuse not to. hal shrugs and eats the rest while you’re not sure whether to be endeared or slightly horrified. but even this wasn’t an issue.

the problem was exactly that. hal jordan had no red flags for you to focus on. nothing for you to say so you could argue that you weren’t ready or that he was rude enough to warrant never seeing him again. he was quite the opposite of being crude. the date was far from terrible. he’d picked you up from your place and even came up to your floor to walk you down. flowers waited for you on the passenger seat once he got you there.

even after the dinner was over and hal had paid for the bill, he wrapped his coat around you and respectfully walked you of the building with a hovering hand. still unsure if he could touch you but not ready enough to ask to. he held the door open as he let you back into his car. drove you back to your apartment and walked you up the stairs all over again.

shamefully, all you could backtrack to was jason.

all you could imagine was the parallels to him at your front door, waiting for you to open it. now you were opening your heart to a boy you didn’t pay much mind to a month ago, no matter how physically attractive he was.

but hal had no problems to blame your inability to fall into to. no real issues to back up this feeling that he wasn’t yours because he isn’t jason.

you unlock your front door and push it open, standing in he doorway with the lillies he’d bought you. he stands behind you with his hands in his pocket and a sweet smile that should’ve made you melt, instead you felt like stone.

“thank you for tonight hal. i had a lot of fun.”

shrugging and nodding with that perfect, unfamiliar look on his face, he speaks. “i did too. i really hope i can take you out again soon, maybe something less fancy? this time i can cook for you?”

the thought only made you swirl further.

distant memories that felt closer than before reappeared. jason cooking in your kitchen with a soft hum coming from his throat as he chopped and stirred. him feeding you something saucy and cheesy before he kissed your lips to wipe the residue off. his hands travelling down your thighs while he pressed against you with his lame apron still on. his voice by your ear saying all the sweet things you’d ever wanted to hear.

now you wanted to vomit.

you nod, looking into each of hal’s eyes and letting him lean in closer as he stares at your lips. the intention was clear and you felt frozen in place, but it translates as permission. interpreted as want as you stare longingly not at him but through him and imagine the face of the boy you love so dearly.

he leans further in and presses his soft lips to yours, deepening it as his hand came up to hold your head. though you don’t move from your place. you didn’t reach out to touch his head back or let go of the flowers. instead your grip loosened a little and you let your head go a limp as he held you closer, though his lips somehow felt colder than the last ones you’d touched. then he pulls away, gasping slightly and smiling with his eyes closed in satisfaction.

“you’re so perfect.” whispering before he kisses your cheek and pulls away. “good night gorgeous.”

listening as his footsteps depart and you stand there with the flowers hanging low, petals facing the floor. after a minute you quietly slip into your house, a new sense of discomfort bubbling. you shut the door behind you and lean against it, flowers slipping from your fingers and hitting the floor with a soft thud.

a shudder runs though you.

you’re not sure how many minutes are spent like this, thoughts making you spin and taking root in your mind. the memories of jason and uneasy guilt that you didn’t believe you should even harbour but did.

somehow you felt angry, not with hal, and not even with jason, but with yourself.

frustration bloomed. slow, hot tears rush down your cheeks as you bury your head in your hands.

what the fuck were you doing?

the door shuts behind him with a thud, a soft groan on his lips as he slips his shoes off.

everyone should be asleep in the frat house now. it’s nearly one in the morning and he’s lucky grayson didn’t lock him out. but hal notices a light on in the kitchen, and something told him he wasn’t going to be let off so easily.

quietly hal creeps toward the kitchen, pulling off his belt as he approaches and leaves it on the table in the hall like he’d had a long day at work.

“how’s your date?” a voice grumbles.

hal nearly jumps, “jeez, fuck—jason? what’re you doing up?”

from the dining table jason grumbles again. dimly lit but just visible enough, hal spots a beer and a ashtray in front of him. “couldn’t sleep.”

stalking a little closer, hal turns on another light. “waiting up for me to get home i assume?”

“doesn’t matter,” he quickly answers. “whatever forget i asked.” getting up and throwing his beer out.

hal only stands there, watching him move and murmuring a quiet, “alright then…”

then jason turns around. he freezes in the doorway before he turns to hal, something on his face that meant he was serious. “just don’t… hurt her, alright?”

“you mean like you did?” crossing his arms across his chest as he blankly stares at jason.

“yeah,” jason agrees, his eyes shining with a soft sheen that told hal he was clearly emotional while he was out. then he resorts to threatening. “don’t do what i did cause i swear to god i’ll make you regret it jordan.”

though hal sees how he seemed defensive without any real malice. jason seems genuinely sad as though he’s realized what he done just as he was weeks ago, moping around the house. this time he only seemed defeated, and it didn’t seem worth it to keep dragging jason’s past along.

easing back toward the table, hal shrugs him off. “look man,” sighing quietly, “you don’t have anything to worry about.”

jason perks up as he looks back to hal again. “what do you mean?”

“i mean,” shuffling his feet as he mentally prepares himself to reassure jason. “she seemed distracted the whole night. like she’s in her own head thinking about something else. it wasn’t until we got to her apartment that she—”

before he knew it jason was in his face, dangerously close. “you went to her place?” anger in his tone.

“i didn’t go into her place, i just dropped her off to her front door. no big deal. it’s not like we fucked or anything.”

his mouth opens and closes again like he’s going to ask him something but he doesn’t. instead he takes a backwards step and nods slowly. “right. good. you should be seeing her get home. it’s uh, safer that way.”

squinting his eyes like jason was entirely transparent despite how he tried to make himself seem, hal shakes his head. the tension falls from its rising crescendo and hal leans onto the table as jason anxiously taps his foot. the two of them unsure how to proceed from here. then grayson walks into the kitchen, yawning and rubbing at his eyes.

“you idiots whisper yell very loudly.” turning his head to hal to hone in on him. “didn’t i say be back earlier?”

“well you didn’t lock the door.” shooting a cheeky smile that grayson doesn’t find amusing.

jason uses the opportunity to excuse himself and takes a bottle of water from the fridge. tugging on the drawstrings of his hoodie as he walks out. “night.”

the two boys return the sentiment and grayson turns back to hal, before jason is too far to miss their words. “how’d it go? you kiss her?”

from the staircase, jason stayed put there and held his breath. waiting for hal’s response to what he knew he had no right to be angry over. the milliseconds it takes him to respond felt like an eternity to jason.

hal chuckles quietly, “it went good. really good. i’m gonna take her out again next week.”

grayson nods expectantly. “you didn’t answer the second part.”

“yeah,” hal starts with a fond smile on his face, “i kissed her.”

letting out a slow, controlled breath from his nose, jason stares into the abyss ahead of him. at the dark unlit hallway that lead to his room and stalks towards it without thinking about it.

he doesn’t stay long enough to hear what his brother says and goes straight to his room.

your only lecture today was the most boring one to date.

students had fallen asleep on their desks across the lecture hall, theatre seating giving you great view to see exactly what everyone was up to. you were still distracted from the events that unfolded this the last week alone and how you’d gone a date with hal only two days prior.

the thing is, you hadn’t told anyone about it yet. you hadn’t seen cassandra or grayson. you hadn’t even heard roy’s loud mouth in a week let alone seen jason.

now you were finishing up your notes and cross referencing it to the readings to understand what concepts overlapped. highlighting the theories that worked in contemporary cases and found something to discredit it for your final paper coming up. the professor spoke quickly as he went through the importance of ethics as a researcher. how you’d need to inform the participant of their role in your work and how they play an important part in pinpointing change.

how it was your job to be honest and responsible. to ensure you’ve spoke nothing but the truth to the people you’d involved. all you wanted now was to talk to jason. not that you’re sure what you’d say, just that his voice could ease your mind from everything else.

once the lecture is over, you’re the first one to leave. a sweet treat and coffee was in order for the fruits of your labour today—getting out of bed and going to a lecture.

the cafe air is always warm and inviting. the scent of arabian beans and baked goods drawing you closer to the counter. it’s a blessing that it’s located right at the edge of campus too, so when the library was too packed, you’d head here.

you take your drink and a house made brownie to head to the booth seat by the window. watching the clear blue sky and listening to the chatter in the cafe. you pull out your laptop and notebook, cracking your knuckles in anticipation for what awaits you and how much studying you needed to catch up on. no matter how hard you prepared, there was always more to do in university. plus, being a research assistant meant you’d have to push your school work aside to aid in a project.

right as you open a new tab and click your pen—you see him.

jason walked into the store with his headphones on and his bag slung over his shoulder. he heads straight for the booth in front of you and you track his movements without making it obvious. though when he passes by your table, he slows down. his eyes fall over you as fast as he looked away, and you feel a sense of disappointment wash over you. then, he just slides into his seat and all you can see is his hair poking out the top of the booth from tall he is in comparison.

why were you disappointed that he didn’t really say hi, you’re the one who kinda ghosted him.

to yourself you blink. at the laptop you blink harder.

no, you’re not being crazy right? why didn’t he reach out anyway? is this all justified to him like he doesn’t really even care? you guys have been studying together for a while now, and he always joins you so boyfriend or not, why didn’t he? aren’t you guys friends?

you’re standing up before you know it, grabbing your things and roughly shoving it in your bag. the reasoning had convinced you enough that he was the one being weird because he totally was.

didn’t jason even say you did nothing wrong the other night?

“hey,” you say standing next to his booth.

he lifts his headphone from one ear, “uh hi.”

“why didn’t you sit with me?”

blinking as he pauses his music, jason slides his headphones off and gestures you to sit. quietly you do.

“i assumed you were busy.” he says as you sit.

“i wasn’t.” more timidly than you intended to.

he shrugs slightly, “it looked like you were.”

for a moment you still. maybe you were right. maybe he doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore. but why won’t he just say it out loud?

jason fiddles with his headphones for a second before he decides the grain of the wooden table was more interesting. you however, weren’t amused. in fact, you were quite confused as to why he’d been avoiding you entirely.

“was it something that i said?“ plainly, you ask.

jason sighs and looks you in the eyes fully for the first time since you sat down. “we haven’t talked in days, what could you have said?”

“exactly,” nodding his sentiment along, “you’ve been avoiding me and i can’t figure out why…”

“i’ve just been busy.” he lies.

“liar.” you call him out. “we have the same classes.”

with his hands, he gestures slyly. “look,” not realizing how his tone gave him away. “you didn’t say anything wrong.”

“so i did something then.” you correct.

jason grumbles and says your name. “no, now you’re putting words in my mouth. we, you and i, we’re good. you don’t owe me anything ma. i just want you to be happy.”

the nickname makes your stomach flutter regardless. jason looks to his phone to a message from roy and sighs before standing up again.

but you’re thinking over the meaning behind his words. i just want you to be happy. you don’t owe me anything. where the hell was that coming from?

“i gotta go.” shoving his headphones into his bag and getting out of the booth.

“oh, already?” you try and fail to hide your disappointment.

he only nods, “i’ll see you around princess.”

then he walks off.

the meaning behind his words only swirled you more confused. the thoughts filling your mind and sending mixed signals throughout. his sudden cold demeanour had you thinking and overthinking, letting them sink through the fabric of your clothes and onto your skin like a brand you felt shameful wearing as it clicked.

fuck, jason knew.

“you’ve gotta be kidding me.”

grayson has always been terrible at hiding his actual feelings with you. he could hardly even mask it as he stretches his legs out for his run and shakes his head.

“you’re still in love with him. of course you are! you guys are both playing racket ball with my last couple of brain cells.” pulling his leg behind him into a deep stretch.

burying your face in the pillow on his bed, you try not to scream.

lucky jason wasn’t home according to grayson. he had gone up to the cottage to grab his bike apparently and decided to spend the weekend there so he wouldn’t be back until monday.

folding to lay his palms flat in the ground, he effortlessly continues. “i never liked the hal thing for the record. i’d prefer keeping you in the family.”

“gray, you’re not helpful at all.” you murmur from his pillow.

sighing, he stands upright. “alright. fine. you tell me then.” striding closer and ruffling you hair obnoxiously. “do you really love him?”

from the pillows you lift your head and look up at his watchful eyes, a arch in his brow that demanded honesty. slowly you nod.

“i think he made me understand what it means and i’ll always want him.” you admit.

grayson shakes his head at your response as you sit upright. “that’s not what i asked though. do you love him? because if you’re using hal to move on, that’s a disservice to both of you. hal and yourself.”

“not jason?” you raise a brow.

“nope.” he quickly answers. “that boy made his bed the first time he messed with you. everything else is fair game in my mind.”

that pulls a genuine laugh out of you. his honesty only making his statement funnier to you.

“aye, i’m serious. jason hurt you once, so i’m not sweating you trying to move on, even if it’s a little fast for you.” patting your shoulder softly as he moves back towards the door.

though a sinking guilt still held you, he made you feel a little better. “thanks gray.”

“anytime,” he smiles. “now you have no excuse to miss the party i’m throwing you.”

everything in your face drops, both in disbelief and shock. “for me? what?”

this only makes him smile wider. “ha, perfect keep that surprised face when everyone shows up. it’s not everyday someone gets into grad school like haven’t been gushing over it since their first year.”

before you can grumble his name or protest another party after last weekends where jason vaguely told you, “you did nothing ma.” grayson is already out the door. stomping down the stairs as his open door lets the sound of his voice travel.

“wear something nice please!”

the walk over to the frat house was obnoxious as the campus was packed. people gathered across the field with drinks and blankets, music and loud students celebrating their final days on campus.

there was no choice for you but to attend since grayson practically forced you to go.

opening the door to the house was where you saw just how much bigger this party was than he told you. loud music and synthetic smoke mixed to create a barrier that could make you feel intoxicated just by being there.

by the stairs, there was a group of people lounging and smoking. a huge bong between them and a couple joints being passed between the group. then there was people just standing near the door, lingering and talking. mostly flirting. in the living room was a game of spin the bottle and another group dancing to dancehall.

you hear your name being called just seconds before someone hands you a drink and you gracefully accept. grayson approaches you and eyes the cup.

“what’re you doing accepting random drinks when i made you a special punch eh?” wrapping his arm around your shoulder and walking you both towards the kitchen.

you laugh as he spins you by your finger and whistles at your outfit. “you actually listened and wore a skirt.”

gushing beside him is donna, roy’s arm lazily around her waist. “oh my god. you look so hot!”

taking in her attire you admire her. her black dress with sparkles that looked stars in a night sky. she was so effortlessly gorgeous.

“thanks.” you smile. “so are you. that dress is made for you.”

donna laughs and picks up a solo cup, handing it to grayson to pour as roy nods his head at you. then he whispers in her ear and grayson steals your attention once again bu handing you a full cup of punch that you just knew was 90% alcohol and 10% punch.

“this, my beautiful friend, is made solely for you.”

clinking his plastic cup with yours before taking a swig. reluctantly you do the same, taking a long sip of the drink made to inebriate you clearly. the taste made you wince and shake your head, hanging your tongue out of your mouth as you grimace.

“what did you put in this grayson?” you wince.

he laughs and rubs your back as you cough. “oh you know, seltzer, lime, vodka, don’t worry about it. it’s mean to get you drunk and let loose before you’re in that stuck up institution without me.”

“you’re in an institution right now.” you blink.

for a moment he thinks, then he shrugs. “whatever, did you eat yet?”

“uh. not dinner if that’s what you mean.”

he tsks at you and opens the cabinet, tossing a protein bar at you. you catch it and eye the bar before his face like you’d asked, why without saying the words. he gets it of course.

“cause i don’t want you puking at a party meant for you. so eat it please.” he kisses the back of your head dramatically and you could already tell just how drunk he was.

humourlessly, you let out a small laugh and shake your head. but you don’t miss when grayson catches roy’s eye. he tilts his head and mouths something that you would’ve missed if his distraction had worked. roy looks to grayson and shrugs, and his words you can make out.

i don’t know.

“girl,” donna snaps you out of your trance. “you look too good to stand around.” dragging you out of the kitchen by your wrists.

you’re still sipping your drink as she pulls you over, needing the liquid courage as she brings you into the empty space. she’s already starting to dance a little while you rest your drink on the table. moving her hips next to yours and humming thoughtfully to the song. she bumps your hip with hers.

“come on!” she laughs and you can’t help but laugh too.

the liquid bringing you more confidence as you start to raise your hands in sync with her and let the beat thump through your body. slowly, you bring your arms up and down your body, swaying and letting your hair fall behind you. donna’s got her hands on your hips experimentally, moving you around and whooping. you play along and grind on her like she’s your man here. then you see stephanie and cassandra just lounging by the couches and you gesture them over.

they rise and dance with eachother, inching closer until all you could smell radiating off of everyone nearby was the intoxicating marijuana and alcohol that ruined you like no other. but the name didn’t stick, and the blunt from between cassandra’s fingers made its way to your lips as she placed it there. smiling at you and loudly saying.

“i’m glad you left your house smarty pants.”

you roll your eyes and blow out the smoke in her direction, the sensations intensifying as you grew more intoxicated. leaning closer to her face, you whisper yell, “why don’t you go dance with your girlfriend yeah?”

cassandra laughs and offers you another hit that you so gracefully accept, twirling as you take a long drag and pass it back over. she moves her way back towards stephanie and does the same in putting the blunt between her lips. you catch stephanie hollowing her cheeks and urging her closer, blowing the smoke right in her mouth.

you couldn’t help the pang of jealousy that rose inside you. what they had, you wanted so badly. you practically had it with jason, but now your here swirling in your thoughts because a smell and an action now attributed itself to him in your mind. slowly you sway over and slow your dancing, the thoughts filling you up in a way you hated.

a hand grazes your side and spins you to face them. a smile on his face that practically echoed his intentions.

“hey gorgeous.” hal greets you. “you look real good.”

you blink up at him, a little tipsy and definitely a little high. the cross fade making you open enough to lower your inhibitions. you smile back.

“hi hal, so do you.” letting his hands go around your waist so he could move with you slowly.

the people around you are grinding on eachother, but you knew well enough that that’s not why you wanted. instead, you move his hands that travelled lower and place them on your waist. he doesn’t even question it and lets you use him for support as you grabbed your cup and took another sip.

from the corner of your eye you see a girl touching up on a guy, his back turned so all you could see was the ripple of hard muscle under his shirt. but the way he moved was too familiar.

your breath hitched as you watched the scene unfold.

the redheaded girl dragged her hand down his chest as he turns to the side, one of his hands hovering over hers and the other flat at his side. she’s mouthing something close to his ear and he tilts his head to hear it. the air from the room felt like it was being sucked out as you saw his face. the girl giggles as jason whispers back, and you feel your heart pounding in your chest.

quickly you turn away and take a giant gulp. unknowingly you had been gripping at hal’s chest and he had just let you. his eyes followed where yours had led and he frowns slightly as you pull away to down your drink.

“you okay?” he suddenly asks.

you clear your throat. “yeah, i’m fine,” fake smiling to sell your words.

“don’t do that,” he rasps in your ear. “it’s okay to still love him.”

that takes you back and you look up to him, his hands still locked around your waist.

“what?” you quietly say.

he smiles like it’s the easiest thing. “you heard me. it’s not a crime to be in love. hell, he’s a lucky guy to have a woman as beautiful and driven as you.”

the implication made your face burn. he knew you’d been in love with jason all this time, but he didn’t want to make you feel bad about it.

your lips part as you rasp his name as though in apology. though hal just shakes his head.

“it’s okay, i’m fine. i knew you liked him all this time, i kinda assumed so when you declined the second date. i thought i could get you to see there was more out there. more than him but part of me just always knew, it would always be jason.” smiling sweetly.

taking a moment to look into his eyes, you gauge his sincerity. hal only mirrors everything he said because he meant it deeply, and that somehow made it worse. you feel your heart twist.

“i’m sorry,” voice breathy as you purse your lips.

he just smiles and shakes his head, looking up to where jason was before he spins you around. “let’s dance over there yeah?”

feeling his energy shift, you frown and turn around anyway.

big mistake.

you could feel your heart breaking into couple dozen pieces. the girl had her hands in his hair as though they’d just kissed, and you’re standing here feeling like an idiot as she runs her fingers through jason’s hair.

suddenly this party didn’t feel so fun anymore. a small sigh escapes you as you abruptly turn back around to hal, hand touching his chest like you needed it to keep you sane. he clasps his hand over yours and tilts your head up at him.

“it’s okay,” he whispers close by your ear. “you can show him what he’s missing.”

before you could ask what he’d met, he lowers his face to yours and presses his lips against you. a gentle peck meant to prove something that you weren’t even sure you wanted to show. a muffled sound of surprise gets swallowed by his as he deepens the kiss, opening one of his eyes just to see if jason was looking. you feel him smile against your lips as your wide eyes watch his, looking past you to ensure that jason knew exactly what he meant by what he’d been missing.

jason never wanted to come to this party. he’d told grayson as much when called him and told him to stay longer at the cottage because he didn’t want him to bother you.

he was happy for you of course. the fact that you’d gotten into the school of your choice and got what you’d deserve was everything he could have ever hoped for. you were the one person he was sure deserved every part of this.

though jason couldn’t stay in those four walls any longer and not think about how close he was to having you again.

the memories rang like church bells on a sunday morning. there was no escaping it.

now he’s come back to the frat house to go rot in his room when he found that someone already made their way up here and stole his bong. entirely annoyed and grumpy over many different reasons, he made his way downstairs, still in his black tee and grey sweatpants like he didn’t belong there.

as soon as he’s met with the scent of alcohol, jason grimaces from the last time he’d been drinking and recalled the events. he moves his way towards the living room to get away from all the things mixed in the punch that’s was in the kitchen.

though only two steps into the living room, he sees you—dancing. a slight wick of sweat on your brow as you moved carefree, hands on your friends shoulders while her hands were in the air. the way you moved was intoxicating enough for him. the air tightened and the room quieted as he saw you there and jason felt himself moving closer without even realizing, just magnetized to you especially now.

he made it a point to see who else was nearby, watching stephanie take cassandra’s hand and dance closer. then he averted his gaze to the men by the wall and saw the one person he definitely didn’t want to see.

hal fucking jordan.

the blood in his veins boiled for reasons he didn’t want to voice. something tore through his skin like it wanted to break free and grab him by the collar. part of jason wanted to physically fight him, no reason than for how close he’d gotten to you. but you kissed him. or maybe hal kissed you. either way jason knew you well enough to know you wouldn’t kiss him if you didn’t like him or at least didn’t see it heading that way.

jason sighs lowly as he sees hal down the rest of his cup and make his way over to you.

maybe he should get to you first, he thought.

no, you’re happy. at least you looked happy.

he talks himself out of it just as hal touches your hip. still halfway through lunging at him, someone touches jason’s shoulder and he turns to see roy standing next to a redheaded girl.

“jason, my friend here said she thinks you’re good looking.” straight to the point, roy says.

the girl smiles sheepishly, “hi.” her voice hoarse like she’d drank too much already. inebriated enough to have no social awareness.

roy smiles and steps behind her, shooting a wink at jason before leaving them to it. jason cusses under his breath before she drags her hand down his chest.

“woah, you’re like really fit.” giggling as she traces her hands down his pecks.

laughing uncomfortably, he takes her hands gently off his chest. “uh, thanks. did you come here with your friends?”

she hums and leans closer to him, the heady scent of alcohol on her breath as she gets closer. “they don’t mind though. do you mind?”

he looks over her shoulder to see hal with his hands around your waist, speaking in your ear too intimately for his comfort. he tenses at the action but watches as you do the same, your hand at your side clenching and your nails digging into your palms. watching as you bite your lip, not in the way he loved when you wanted him to touch you, but as though you were uncomfortable.

jason turns his attention back to her as she hooks her fingers in his waistband and quickly grabs her hands.

“woah, woah.” still uncomfortably laughing as he presses her hands to her stomach trying hard to keep her away. then he lets her go. “easy.”

“what?” she giggles, running her hands up his back and through his hair. “you got a girlfriend or something?”

immediately he nods, “yeah actually i’m supposed to go meet her so.” he backs up and takes her hands off him once again.

jason looks left and right and spots roy watching from afar. a stupid grin on his face as he waves at jason. giving him an annoyed look, jason gestures him closer and he reluctantly comes. feet slow as he approaches like jason’s an animal that could pounce on him at any moment.

“hey you two,” he points. “you guys alright?”

jason’s scoffs, “yeah asshole. can you make sure she gets to her friends? i don’t think she should be alone this drunk.”

the girl scoffs too, “i don’t need a babysitter.”

he shoots her a look before looking back to roy. the girl waves him off annoyed and moves behind roy to text on her phone. though roy puts his hand over his shoulder and sighs.

“look man, i was just trying to help. i mean she’s moved on, i feel like you should too. get laid and get over her y’know?” gripping his shoulder tight with one hand.

“no,” jason shakes his head. “i’m perfectly fine how i am, thanks.”

“i don’t know dude. i feel like all this yearning isn’t healthy.” roy shrugs and sips his beer.

jason pulls his arm off of him and sideeyes roy like he’s personally offended him. “hal said they kissed once, sure, but i don’t think she really likes him like that.”

“really?” roy says with a grimace on his face, pointing ahead as he stares. “are you sure about that?”

“what do you mean?”

heart pounding in his chest as he follows roy’s gaze to where you stood. reality felt like it had sped through fast and time was slipping from between his fingers. the music faded like a dramatic movie as he watched hal, kissing you.

his lips parted as he watched, mouth gape and his hands balled into fists.

his filthy hands touched your chin and pulled you closer while the other rested on your waist. he watched as he deepened the kiss and leaned closer into you, back arching slightly as your hand unclenched and opened in the air.

jason scoffs loudly, “you have my car keys no?” suddenly asking roy.

roy stammers, pulling the keys from his pocket, “yeah but, are you good? i mean, considering what you just saw—”

jason grabs the keys and walks away quickly. making his way through the crowd and out to the garage, shutting the door behind him shut.

it was clear to him now—you were happier without him around.

only the loud bass and the thumping in your chest could be heard from between you. parting from hal, your hand immediately went up to your mouth. cupping your lips and wiping them unintentionally as you blinked up at him.

“what was that for?” huffing as you stared at him.

“what? i thought you wanted him to know you’re okay without him too.” he furrows his brows.

horrified, you turn around to where jason stood and find him nowhere to be seen. you flicker your gaze over the crowd, over the people, over the dancing bodies and the smoke filled air—but nothing.

jason wasn’t here anymore and that girl wasn’t around either. he was leaving again and now he had absolutely no reason to stay for you.

you push slightly as hal’s chest. “i know you mean well but, i didn’t want him to think—”

“shit,” hal interrupts, his hand at the back of his own neck rubbing soothingly. “i just assumed. fuck, i’m really sorry, i thought… i should’ve asked.”

you were sure you had tears in your eyes now. the thought of jason having to see you with someone else made you feel like your blood had frozen over. the thought of him with that girl, it made you want chewing through your own arm.

you stammer as you back away from him. “i have to find him.”

in recognition, he nods. “yeah, of course. i can explain it to him if anything.”

but you’ve already run from the living room, storming through the crowd like a madwoman. pushing past the drunk people in the hallway and storming up the stairs to his room.

you push the door open and jason isn’t there. just as fast as you went up, you ran back down, heart pounding in your ears as you caught a glimpse of roy sitting on the couch with the same girl as earlier in his lap. you stride right over to them.

“roy,” you gasp. “where’s jason?”

immediately he sees the raw emotion on your face. the way the colour seemed to drain from it and how you seemed like you were about to throw up from the looks of it. his expression shifts from the flirty front he puts on into the friendly, caring one he only recently exposed to you.

he nods slowly. “he took his car keys from me and left. he didn’t say where though i’m sorry.”

the girl in his lap tilts her head at you, clearing sizing you up. “isn’t that the grumpy tall guy? girl don’t even bother, he said he’s got a girlfriend.”

the pang in your chest only tightens as you realized he didn’t even kiss this girl. he told her he had a girlfriend and you knew there was no one else. he was talking about you. and now he’s seen you seemingly making out with hal in his brothers frat and everything fell into place. like pieces of a puzzle that was horribly mixed up.

roy snaps you out of it when he speaks up.

“i parked in the garage if that helps.” his lips in a small frown like he were sorry.

you nod as you back away and head straight for the garage door. feeling tears welling in your eyes and a pit in your stomach as you inch closer.

what if he left already?

what if he’s come to the conclusion that this was all too hard to deal with and he was better off just finding someone new when he got one of those grad schools across the country?

part of you felt guilty now for ever even trying with hal when you don’t feel the spark you desperately craved from one person. but you kept telling yourself you should try. that jason was ignoring you because he had already decided for the both of you.

by the time you get to the door and push it open, you feel entirely sober.

the mustang is still parked there.

you sigh in relief as you get to the passenger seat and yank it open. sitting in the chair quickly and shutting the door behind you just to find jason sitting there gripping the steering wheel like it was the only thing grounding him right now.

your name on his tongue was sweeter than it should’ve been on these circumstances.

“what’re you doing here?” he sighs. “shouldn’t you be in there?”

steadying yourself you purse your lips and bite your tongue. jason furrows his brows and tilts his head at you.

“hey,” making you turn to him still unable to entirely meet your gaze. “are you okay?”

you nod as your lip trembles. how do you tell him that you’re madly in love with him and even with a new, perfect guy, all you can imagine is jason.

his demeanor shifts at your inability to respond.

“did he,” jason starts. “did hal hurt you?”

“no, jason.” picking at your nails and sighing. “he didn’t do anything wrong.”

then, slowly, he nods as if in realization. face slipping back to the same blank compliance as before. “right. he’s your boyfriend, sorry.”

“he’s not my boyfriend jason.” you snap. “god, you ignore me all week and then you make think you’re making out with some random girl.”

projecting like you weren’t the one kissing someone else. though that’s besides the point.

“hey, i wasn’t kissing anyone.” flickering his eyes over your face, taking in the way your skin paled. “i swear, i didn’t.”

“you could’ve,” unable to hide the way your voice broke. “i hurt you, so i wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to write me off.”

that makes him scoff more harshly than he intended. “why would i do that when i have…” stopping himself. “when i don’t want them?”

his response only makes you feel worse though the way he was holding himself back from admitting the truth, it only makes you want it more.

“why not?” the words come out small.

jason furrows his brows. “why?”

“yeah,” you look at him, tears still glazing over your eyes. “why not?”

“because,” he stammers. “there’s no timeline on moving on. you can do whatever you want so i can also take my time no?”

“please, you’ve been avoiding me like a sickness and staring at hal like he kicked your dog.”

clenching his jaw, jason sighs heavily. “that’s not true.”

“isn’t it?” scoffing as you watch the side of his face. “you hate me and him and it’s my fault.”

groaning out your name like it hurt to say, “i don’t hate you. i could never hate you.”

“then why are you ignoring me?” you ask, interrupting him before he can do it to you. “and why aren’t you coming to class? you’re never here when i come to see grayson or hal—”

but that clearly pushed a button and jason snaps, raising his voice suddenly.

“because i can’t fucking stand him!”

the sound taking you aback and a small scoff escapes past your lips as you watch him breathe heavier. nodding your head, you turn completely towards him in your seat and tuck a foot under your knee just to look directly at his face.

“you could stand him perfectly fine a couple weeks ago when he wasn’t going out with me.” crossing your arms as you stare at him.

his head shakes as he grips the steering wheel tightly. “it’s not that simple and you know it.”

“oh please, enlighten me then jason.” you press on, entirely over this situation and needing him just as badly as you wanted to hate him.

“you—” he starts and stops again.

you’re watching him as he shuts his eyes and lets out a deep exhale. suddenly he looks up to your side and trails his gaze over your face, lifting his fingers towards you like he’s twitching just to touch you.

in his eyes, you find the same adoration you’ve always loved, but now it’s accompanied by a bitter taste.

“when i see you with him,” jason starts, “it feels like i’m suffocating. the air around me has been sucked away and i can’t do anything about it cause i did it to myself.”

parting your lips as you watch him confess what he’s hidden for weeks, you listen. brows upturning as he shakily breathes out your name and presses on.

“it’s selfish, i know. you’re your own person and i ruined us with all the lies. so you’re more than allowed to date other people. i just can’t… i can’t be around it. i won’t.” gulping as he looks at your hands in your lap now, wanting badly to hold them in his. “i know there’s too much baggage between us and i hurt you. i’m just so sorry. so fucking sorry i couldn’t fix it.”

his tone upturned at the end as though he’d contemplated within himself before voicing it.

“—is that why you’re leaving?” interrupting his thoughts and barely concealing the emotions that threatened to spill over. “because of me?”

something in his eyes seem to soften then, flickering and fanning out like all hope had dissipated.

his voice is quiet and unsure as he rasps. “what?”

“you don’t have to lie jason and you sure as shit don’t have to avoid me like the plague. i just wanted to feel wanted like a person and not a fucking prize.” slow tears slipping down your warm cheeks. “you never told me you were going to leave.”

taking a large gulp, he shakes his head. “i was never going to leave you.”

but you’re shaking your head. “i know you applied to grad schools across the country and i know you got in. i just can’t understand why you hid that part from me.”

furrowing his brows like he’s trying to understand where you got to that conclusion, he looks deep in thought. then recognition flickers behind his eyes and he leans closer, clasping your hands in his. staring into your eyes like he were sorry. you sniffle as he takes your hands and try not to sob at how royally you’d felt like you’d fucked this up.

“bruce told you at gordon’s event didn’t he? fuck, i wanted to be the one to do it.” he searches your face when you look down into your lap. though jason follows your gaze. “i’m sorry. i said no more lies and i hid this unintentionally ma.”

he leans even closer, enough to smell your perfume and the slight intoxicating scent of lingering weed illuminating between you. jason sighs and holds back his own emotions. “i feel like i’m always apologizing to you like an idiot.”

between quiet sniffles you find yourself leaning closer to him, searching unconsciously for comfort. you lean your head onto his shoulder.

“you’re not an idiot. i just can’t stand to lose you jay.” the quiet admission slips.

immediately he cradles your head there, leaning his own head on top of yours and gently touching your cheek. he whispers a small shaky noise that sounded to your name before he takes a shallow breath.

“you’re allowed to be happy. if he’s making you happy then i want that for you.”

you pull away to look at him, the emotion evident all over your face now that he could see it again.

“damn it jason, i’m not fucking happy! i didn’t move on,” elevating your voice like you were speaking to yourself more than him. probably still more intoxicated than you felt. “i don’t love hal. i don’t, love anyone else but—” you cut yourself off.

the car suddenly feels a lot smaller. the doors seemingly doing nothing to make you feel closer to jason despite how close you sat next to another. the silence stretched for what felt like minutes but was only seconds.

though jason, his eyes were glued to yours.

“you love someone else?” voice small as he carefully watches you. waiting patiently for you to fill in blanks he desperately wanted to be right about.

slowly, you nod as a tear slips down your face. “you jason. it’s you.”

then he moves. his hands touch your face delicately. thumb grazing over the warm tear as he held you close. from how close you sat now, you could see the tears welling in his eyes and the relief that flooded as he watched you in awe.

“you love me?” breathlessly, he said.

unable to say anything through your broken tears, a sob breaks out as you nod. jason presses his forehead to yours and whispers your name, over and over like he’s counting his blessings.

“please,” he rasps, “please say it. i want to hear it ma, please.”

between sobs, you melt against him. tears wetting your lashes and landing on his skin.

“i love you jason todd. i love you so much that it’s ruining my life.” laughing at yourself a little at the end when he joins in and smiles.

“yeah baby? well, the feeling is mutual and i love you more than i’ve ever loved anything or anyone.” gazing into your eyes like it held the key to all of his prayers.

pulling you closer as though there wasn’t a dashboard between you, all resolve crumbs as you climb over it and into his lap, straddling him tight. his hand grazes over you hair and pushes it back as he makes you face him, wiping the tear streaks from your skin. he shushes you as you sniffle.

“don’t cry baby, i’m not leaving. i’m never leaving you again. you hear me?” kissing your cheeks as you pull at his shirt. “i didn’t pick a school yet. i haven’t chosen one because i can’t breathe if you’re not close.”

you hum as you pull at his shirt again, tugging him closer and letting him lean you against the steering wheel. pulling his hair back to watch his handsome face smile up at you. your eyes flicker to his lips and he smiles brightly as he drops his hands to your thighs, kneading the plush there.

“you want something princess?” teasing despite the circumstances.

you can’t help but laugh and roll your eyes. “just kiss me already jason.”

“for you? anything.”

then he’s on you, pressing his perfect lips to yours. it feels like you’re floating over yourself as he deepens it, holding you tight against him as he pushes his tongue down your throat. you moan into his mouth as your hips mindlessly shift against him. jason groans and bucks his hips slightly, biting your lip to make the sweet sound slip past your lips and to his ears.

“baby,” rasping against your mouth.

though you don’t part, instead you tug at his shirt and pull up the hem. jason gets the message immediately, letting you pull it up enough for him to take it off all the way. his shirt is tossed to the side when you trail your fingers down his abs, touching the hard muscle that you missed desperately. you graze your fingers up and down while you kiss down his jaw, eliciting a gorgeous moan from him that was music to your ears.

fumbling with your skirt while you undid his belt, you could feel how hard he was beneath you, pressing into your inner thigh.

“are you sure?” breathlessly he says while you nip up by his ear.

nodding, you moan against his skin, biting the love and kneading it with your teeth.

“yeah jay.” you rasp. “i need you.”

it’s enough to spur him further, hiking up your skirt as you push his jeans down with his boxers. you feel his hard length against your bare inner thigh, painfully hard and leaking in your need.

he’s moving to pull your panties down when you stop him, taking his hand and guiding him to push them to the side instead. urgency in your movements as you watch the realization in his eyes. jason only smiles as you guide his length to press against you. the message is clear as he nods and kisses you again, pecking your lips in little movements as though savouring you.

then you’re pressing down against him, mouth parting as you take him. seating yourself down as he holds you, guiding your hips when you try to take him at once. jason stops you before you try to let him all the way in. he sighs like he’s straining himself.

“breathe baby,” gulping as sweat wicks his forehead. “no rush. breathe. it’s all yours yeah? i’m all yours.”

you nod as you lean forward again, capturing his lips and lapping at him. he tightens his hold on you as you tilt your head, pressing him further into his seat as you begin to shift your hips. sinking further down against him, jason guides you there.

he doesn’t thrust up into you when you take him completely. instead, he parts from your lips, letting you breathe with a line of spit between you from how desperately you both needed eachother. jason groans lowly as you continue to shift your hips, dropping his head against the seat as praises escape from your lips.

“so good jay,” whining as you bounce against him. “you’re so perfect baby.”

jason returns the whine and bites his lip. this only excites you further, knowing how it pushes his buttons and turns him on. you know your man. grinding against him harder, you moan as he kneads your ass in his palms. little moans and words of affirmation as the signs of him losing himself made you want it more.

“i love you,” he moans helplessly, saying your name over and over. “god, i love you so much.”

“i love you too baby.” you whisper against his lips. “you’re so good. fuck, you’re so big.”

he makes another whimpering sound, his hips stuttering against yours as your movements only grew wilder.

“shit baby, don’t say that. i’m gonna lose it.” groaning as he throws his head back again, entirely lost in the feeling of you.

the peak was creeping over on you too. you could feel yourself there, sensitive enough to let go, but not enough to get him there first. hips moving in tandem with yours as he bucked up into you.

“good,” you sighed dreamily, smiling down at jason who’s just barely keeping it together. “i want you to let go.”

“oh fuck,” he moans.

he bites his lip so hard you think he’s gonna make it bleed. fingers digging into your thighs like an anchor. another whimpering sound that grew into a moan as he dropped his head to your chest. lazily grinding against you as he held you tight against him.

“please jay,” knowing exactly what you were doing. voice breathy and seductive. “i wanna feel it inside me.”

the response is immediately as he sputter and loses all semblance of himself. his hips buck up, once, twice, kissing your cervix when he holds it deep. letting go and painting you white as he made swallow thrusts. he doesn’t slow his hips when he comes, he wants you to feel it all.

the feeling crashes over you as soon as you feel his, crying out as he held you through it and guiding your hips even as he borders on overstimulation. he makes sure to rock you through your peak, lazily grinding as you gasped for air and moaned into his neck.

melting into him while he caught his breath and slowed his hips to let you come down. keeping you close, he pulls you further to collapse against his chest, sucking in a sharp breath and sighs. his spent leaking onto his lap and he couldn’t be bothered.

the only sound in the car was heavy panting and the sweet musk of sex. blissfully you find yourself grinning faintly, feeling his chest rising and falling and his hands running soothing paths on your skin.

“i meant it.” he admits while you’re still reeling.

you hum quietly to tell him to continue.

“that i love you. that i’m never leaving you.” already kissing your dampened hair as he remained seated inside you.

“i meant it too,” you croaked, entirely spent. “i love you jason todd.”

the smile on his face could be felt through your hair, and he laughed as he tightened his hold around you. almost crushing but you couldn’t care less if you tried.

“so,” his voice still sounded unsure like he was gauging your opinion and didn’t want to overstep. “does this mean i can call you my girlfriend now?”

putting a hand to his chest to lift yourself, you look him in the eyes. squinting as you smack his chest lightly.

“i’ll kill you if you don’t.”

a slow smile creeps over his handsome face. the expression only makes you want to jump his bones again like he wasn’t hardening inside of you all over again. jason cups your cheek and pulls you in for another sloppy, wet kiss. slipping his tongue past your lips and biting your lip as he parts.

“good. cause i’m gotham u offers a good criminology masters program and i’m thinking of accepting it.” pressing his lips to your nose and to your forehead as you giggle.

then his word click and you gasp. “gotham u?”

he nods dreamily with his eyes half lidded, watching you. “well if my girlfriend is still going there then—”

“yes!” you shove him further into his seat, taking the turn to kiss all over his face. “a million times yes. don’t you dare,” speaking between kisses, “change your mind.”

he pinches your side so you stop and leans his forehead against yours again. either hand on the sea of your face like he was trying to memorize how you felt and brand it to his skin. jason stared lovingly into your eyes and you felt it, deeply.

for the first time in months, you felt love unconditionally and unapologetically reciprocated.

“i wouldn’t dream of it princess.” eyes twinkling as he stared at you.

looking into his eyes, the future didn’t feel so scary anymore.

i’d like to apologize for how long you had to wait for this. i am currently battered and bruised but i feel super accomplished now that this is done too. nerdystoner!jason i love you!

[unheardoracle]

I love characters who are like "I'm a terrible person" but when you look closer it's more like

"I adapted to survive something and now I don't know how to stop being that version of myself."

[of-many-incorrect-quotes]

Bruce: Why are Y/N and Jason sitting with their backs to each other?

Dick: They had a fight.

Bruce: Oh… but why are they holding hands?

Dick: Jason gets sad when they fight

[hauntedhouseofhorrors]

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warnings: nsfw ― mdni, reader is anatomically female, porn w minimal plot, filth...like a lot of it, unprotected sex (pls don't do this), creampie, breeding kink sorta, vaginal penetration, brief dry humping, vaginal fingering, prone bone, lowkey aggressive sex, dirty talk, praise, daddy kink :D, jason says 'good girl' :DDDD, size kink if you squint, mild possessiveness if you squint, biting, some clit play, mild language

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thinking of early mornings with jason, where one moment he's snoring on his side of the bed before rolling over and scooping you into his arms, smooshing his cheek into your barely covered chest. before you can even open your eyes, his lips are hot on your skin, kissing with a reverence that makes your heart ache and the heat between your legs throb.

it isn't some special occasion.

he simply wants to make love to every part of you, your soul. the sacred devotion this early in the morning genuinely rewires your brain.

he's got you wrapped around his finger, and you equally as much. you're both absolutely smitten with each other. but that's right where you want to be. wrapped up in the mess of your limbs, breaths intermingling as your hips lazily rut into one another.

his length prods through the thin fabric of his boxers, catching your clit just right through the flimsy lace of your panties. your hands are firm on his arms, flexing at the feeling of your nails gently sinking into his skin. both of your eyes remain hooded, a particular roll of his hips eliciting a wrecked moan from you.

"jay," his name falls from your lips like a sinful prayer.

it only eggs him on. it makes him want to pursue your pleasure even further, to pull the breathiest of moans from your plush lips, to have you melt into complete putty and quiver beneath him.

so he does just that.

"just relax, honey," he rolls you flat onto your stomach, already pressing hot kisses to the curve of your neck, down your shoulder. "i got you. let me make you feel good, mama."

the graze of his fingers along your backside has your hips recklessly pushing back into him, eager for more. he moves even slower, dragging your panties down your legs at a pace that indicates no urgency.

his breath catches when a string of your arousal follows the crotch of your panties, your folds glistening before his eyes. already so wet, completely prepared to take all of him.

his fingers are heavy between your legs, parting your lips to spread your slick before sinking home. there's no gradual stretch ― just two fingers prying you open like they belong there.

"mm, fuck, baby."

your words are muffled by the fluff of your pillow, hips moving in tandem with each push of his fingers. your thighs briefly squeeze around his wrist, slightly halting his ministrations.

"gotta open up for me, sweet girl," he murmurs, pressing a kiss right beneath your ear. "gonna let me make you feel good, right, sweetheart?"

he lives for this shit. absolutely fiends for the way your walls drip for him, the way they try to swallow up everything that he gives you. you try to nod, hips still wriggling for him to stop talking and just give you more.

he simply laughs at your weak attempt, firmly pressing one hand to the small of your back.

"patience, mama," he hums, fingers slowly starting to massage your gummy walls again. "patience."

quiet whimpers and low whines rip from your throat with each push of his hand. then his digits curl beautifully against that spot that drives you mad.

"oh, fuck― jay," you gasp, one hand reaching back to tug at his wrist.

he tuts, hissing when your nails press dull crescents into his flesh. he doesn't stop his movements.

"damn, ma," a dark chuckle vibrates through his chest. "that good?"

you can hear the smirk in his voice. if this man wasn't so hot, built to perfection, you'd be pissed. instead, it goes straight to your core, walls clenching around his two thick fingers.

drool pools beneath your pouted lips, coating them in that glossy sheen that makes jason's brain short circuit.

"want more, jay," you attempt to catch his eyes through your hooded ones, moaning softly. "please gimme more."

a grumble resounds from deep within. the sight of you so worked up does nothing to quell the ache in his boxers.

he doesn't even pretend to consider it, pulling his fingers out of you with an earnest "sorry, baby."

his boxers are flung across the room in seconds. his cock rests heavy in his palm, head red and leaking. a few quick pumps are all that he can spare before he's pressing himself to your heat, sloppily running his tip through your folds.

the sounds that leave both of your mouths are lewd. you're sure that you're dripping all over the sheets, but you can't bring yourself to care at all. he continues like that for a bit, whimpering when he barely nudges at your entrance.

you prop yourself onto your elbows, head falling between your shoulders as his hips finally push forward. cacophonic moans spill from your mouth, already coming undone. his free hand finds your hip, deliberately feeding every girthy inch to your greedy cunt.

he shushes you, pressing his lips to the flexed muscles of your back and shoulders.

"'m right here, baby," he stills for a moment before filling you to the hilt, ripping the breathiest moan from your chest. "right fuckin' here, mama."

he sets a harrowing pace ― one that makes you feel every inch and every vein, yet has you damn near bawling out for more.

your fingers clutch a pillow against your chest, the fluff collecting your pathetic moans and stray tears. your thighs are quivering already, fighting the urge to just push back and use him however you please.

"so fuckin' big," you weep when his hips smack the plush of your ass.

his hands abandon your hips, slipping his forearms under your frame instead. he's impossibly deep. you swear you can feel him in your lungs at this point.

another desperate cry urges his hips to move faster, eager for more of those pretty sounds to ring in his ear.

"this pussy was made for me," he muses. "you were fuckin' made for me, sweetheart."

your thighs press closer together, heightening the sensation of his cock nestled deep between your walls.

"baby, fuck, i c― i can't take it," you mewl, fingers curling deeper into the fluff beneath your chest.

his hips pick up their pace, slapping your ass with obscene whack, whack, whacks.

"hell, you can't," he spits, chest shoving down on your back. "you were made for this shit, baby, c'mon. take it."

he bites on your shoulder with enough pressure to get you out of your head. a surprised yelp strings into a moan when his fingers find your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles to the sensitive nub.

"c'mon, honey," he pushes. "let go. come for me. make a mess all over me."

he kisses the blunt bite mark forming on your pretty skin.

"lemme see how good daddy makes you feel."

and that does it.

with one high-pitched gasp, you're falling apart, legs violently trembling as his hips continue to snap forward, drawing out the intensity of your orgasm. your arms give out and the side of your face lands on the pillow as though it'll save you.

"gonna let me fill you up like a good girl, right, baby?"

he has the audacity to whimper as if he's the one being fucked to oblivion. nonetheless, you're nodding wildly.

"fill me up, jay," you blubber with closed eyes. "wan' you to come in me."

he grunts at the feeling of your walls pulsing around him, driving him over the edge shortly afterwards. warm spurts of white paint your insides, shamelessly claiming you as his and his only.

he settles against the warmth of your back, your breaths evening out.

"good fuckin' morning," he croons.

he doesn't pull out, just stays sheathed comfortably. you stir softly when his lips flutter across your back again.

"so," his voice comes out completely wrecked. "me calling myself daddy does it for you, huh?"

you half-heartedly swat a hand at him.

"shut up."

he nips at your shoulder playfully, right where he'd bitten you earlier, and a quiet whimper echoes from the plush of your lips.

"yeah, that's what i thought," he grins to himself, entirely too smug.

gotta give the guy some credit.

a/n: feeling like THAT bitch cause i put out two fics in less than 24 hrs 😎

[raw-dawging-life-like-a-loser]

batfam blob design

[deusben]

babe wake up...i need to tell you multiple thoughts that don't corelate at all that i had in the span of five minutes..

[babydollrafe]

I love nasty disgusting filthy dirty fics and this is my truth.

[lovee-potions]

NO CONTROL

PAIRING(S) — jason todd x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS — jason fucks you up agaisnt a wall

CONTENT — 18+ minors dni | bathroom sex, established relationship, pet names (sweetheart & doll), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), slight dirty talk, multiple orgasms, rough sex, creampie. let me know if i’ve missed anything!

WC — 1.3k

NOTE — post number #6 for my 1k celebration!

MASTERLIST | 1K CELEBRATION

you and jason are at some party and yet, despite how much jason might hate them, he loves what you’re wearing. so much so, he couldn’t bear other people's eyes seeing what was his.

you’re all over him, grinding against him with no care for who is watching, whispering against his jaw about how desperate you are for him to just take you then and there. it might’ve been what you had to drink, or maybe you just love seeing how much he can take before he snaps.

either way, you’re unable to bite back the excited giggle as he takes a hold of your hand and guides you towards the bathroom. the door slams behind him and you stumble into the sink, watching his chest rise and fall with each bated breath. 

“jay,” you whisper, stepping forward and sliding your hands down his chest and over his abdomen.

“don’t,” he tenses, jaw clenching.

“don’t what?” you tilt your head, lips ghosting against his neck. “hmm? you’re so tense.”

jason exhales through his nose, cursing under his breath before pressing you against the wall. his big hands grip your waist, chest pressed against yours as his lips attack your neck. he groans against your skin, licking, nipping and sucking at whatever his lips could reach.

then, without warning, he pulls back and spins you around. your hands brace against the wall as he scrunches your dress up around your waist. his cock throbs at the sight of your skimpy underwear, the fabric soaked through and clinging to your folds. 

he presses his fingers against the ruined lace, sliding up and down and applying just the tiniest pressure over your clit—making your hips jolt. you roll your hips into his hand, aching for his touch, his mouth, his cock, anything.

he chuckles lowly, hooking a finger into the band of your panties and dragging them to the side to expose your dripping cunt. he watches hungrily, absolutely captivated as you flutter and clench around nothing—your folds glistening with need.

you tremble against him as he wraps an arm around your waist and slides his fingers between your folds, lightly circling your clit. the moan you let out is lewd and desperate as you roll your hips again, seeking more, seeking him.

“jay, please,” you whine breathlessly. 

his cock twitches painfully, aching to be buried deep inside you. it strains against his jeans, the damp fabric sticking to him uncomfortably. his whole body feels alight, his breath warm against your shoulder as his control hangs by a thread.

you shudder as he slides a finger inside you, your cunt sucking him in and coating the digit. your head falls against the wall as he keeps the pace slow, thrusting his finger in and out with steady precision. 

he adds a second finger, stretching you a little and feeling you clench around him. your slick drips down to his palm as he drags his fingers out almost all the way before plunging them back inside.

you feel each knuckle as he sinks them deep inside, your cunt squelching sinfully as he curls his fingers just right. it's tantalising, you want more, you crave more, you need more, yet jason isn’t giving it to you. you push back against his hand, thighs shaking, only for his fingers to slip out entirely. 

groaning frustratedly, you go to turn your head around but jason gently presses his hand to the side of your face, keeping it against the wall. you go to protest but hear the sound of his belt being undone.

your heart pounds as the zip of his jeans sound throughout the bathroom. you don’t dare move, or even breathe. you hear his jeans hit the floor and it’s not long before jason brushes the hot head of his cock between your folds. 

you whimper as he coats himself in your arousal, the swollen head bumping against your clit with each slide. his precum mixes with the mess between your thighs, the sound so sinful it has jason biting back a groan.

the sound of fabric tearing has you confused until you see your underwear thrown on the floor beside you. a wave of pleasure courses through you and you’re unable to stop the tiny whine that escapes your lips. 

your voice is broken and breathless as you plead and beg for him to give you what you wanted. your words slur together as you moan his name, the thick head of his cock teasing your entrance. 

finally, jason pushes inside. the stretch is instant, the searing burn has your lips parting and a gasp tumbling free from your throat. he’s just too big. you don’t think you’ll ever get used to his size—no matter how many times the two of you fuck.

your cunt flutters around him, trying to adjust to the stretch as jason forces you to take all of him. he buries himself to the hilt, bottoming out with a harsh grind of his hips. his hands settle on your hips, fingers digging into your skin.

he sets a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping forward with a force that makes your knees threaten to buckle beneath you. but jason doesn’t let you fall. he keeps a firm grip on your hips—possessive almost—as he forces you to take every brutal snap of his hips.

every stroke of his cock is so deep it feels like he’s in your throat. you clench around him, and his rhythm stutters for a second before he drives into you harder and faster. you’re losing your mind—you don’t even think you could recall your own name right now.

the two of you are barely holding on—your orgasms fast approaching. you’re soaked beyond comprehension, your slick dripping down your thighs and onto his balls. and as for jason, his last thread of control snapped ages ago. 

“fuck, sweetheart,” jason pants, his head tipping back. “taking me so—fuck—taking me so well…”

his words are all you need before your orgasm crashes through you. it steals the air from your lungs and makes your vision go white. your cunt pulses around him, so tight he can barely move.

the after shocks makes your body jerk and jason feels every ripple, every shudder and every weak tremor you produce. but he doesn’t stop.

“s’good,” he groans, fucking you through your orgasm. 

you whimper, his cock is too much. you can barely breathe from how he’s still fucking you hard and deep—every thrust sending you closer and closer to the edge once again. your moans turn into desperate, high-pitched whimpers but jason doesn’t slow down. if anything, he fucks you harder—if that was even possible. 

he’s close—so fucking close—he can feel it, the tight pull in his gut, his rhythm breaking. his body jerks as he thrusts deep, his hips snapping forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he reaches his orgasm. 

“f-fuck, doll,” he chokes out, attaching his lips to your neck.

hot ropes of cum spill deep within your cunt, filling you completely. so much so, it seeps out around his cock—thick, filthy strings leak down your thighs and mix with the mess he made of you.

the feeling undoes you—the second you feel him release inside you, you shatter. another orgasm tears through your body causing you to sob, your whole body tensing and back arching in pleasure. 

your cunt squeezes around him, sucking every last drop and milking him for all he's got. he groans, hips jerking and cock throbbing as he spits more cum inside you—stuffing you full. even as he trembles, he keeps moving. 

each deep, slow, languid stroke leaves you breathless, until you’re both shaking, until neither of you can take it anymore. jason stills, his cock still buried deep inside you, his body pressed against your back, lips parted as he tries to catch his breath. 

“yo!” you hear someone shout from the other side of the door. “you two done fucking yet?”

[iloveremuslupin67]

NEW PILLOW

Just thinking about Jason Todd waking up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, asking you to hold him.

Your boyfriend’s muscular chest was just too comfortable. It was currently 4:55 a.m.—a reasonable time to be asleep, except that Jason’d had a nightmare, something that happened often and that he usually brushed off by saying he was fine and letting it go.

Today was different. It turned out the bad dream had hit him hard, waking him up embarrassed and begging you to please hold him. Surprised, you wanted to tease him, but the urge left you when you caught sight of the beads of sweat on his tired face.

“Please stop smiling at me like that,” he whispered, while he held you close against his body, embarrassed, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. “It makes me want to kiss you and never stop.”

“Aww, Jason, stop being so cute,” you replied. You loved it when he said things like that to you.

“Don’t call me cute.”

A soft laugh escaped your lips. “You’re more comfortable than my pillow,” you murmured against his chest, one of his hands stroking your smooth hair while the other rested on your lower back. You loved the position you were in. "You can be my new pillow!"

A simple “mmmh” was his reply, his arms pulling your body tighter against his, as if he were afraid you might vanish.

[my-love-all-mine]

ᯓ Hard Times

Jason Todd x reader

summary: Jason comforts you while you’re on your period

warnings: mentions of menstruation & cramps, pet names (doll & princess), kinda short, ooc?

a/n: I’m sorry if this is bad I can’t think straight right now😭

I’m dying

Were the last words you had texted Jason today.

He tried calling you multiple times, yet had no luck in getting a response.

The sound of his motorbike engine filled the empty streets of Gotham, as Jason sped over to your apartment with worry.

Did something happen to you? Did someone do something? Did you hurt yourself?

He tried calming himself, arriving at your apartment.

No, panicking won’t solve anything. He’s gotta keep his composure.

Jason ran up the stairs without breaking a sweat, losing it once he arrived at your door and knocking on it like a maniac.

One could practically hear his heartbeat increasing when you wouldn’t answer. Thankfully, he remembered the spare key he always kept in his jacket pocket you gave him.

He barged into the apartment, almost knocking the door down in the process and looked around in distress.

“Doll? You here?”

The oddly shaped lump on your couch seemed to react at the sudden intrusion, your hands wrapping around the top and pullling it down. The moment you revealed yourself, was the moment Jason let out the biggest exhale ever.

He threw himself toward you, immediately smothering you with his arms.

“I was so worried [name], why the fuck would you tell me you’re dying.”

He spoke, voice slightly wobbly.

“Because I am dying.” You mumbled.

Jason let you go from his grasp, staring at you with wide eyes as he went on to twist and turn you, examining for an injury.

“What happened? Are you okay? Do we need to-”

You groaned dramatically and threw your hands around his neck.

“I’m not okay! My cramps are killing me, and I have a headache, and I’m tired, and I’m hungry! And I missed you!”

He finally let his shoulders release some tension once he understood the real reason for your despair.

He quickly put a hand on the back of your head, gently patting your hair.

“Oh, baby, that’s why you texted me that? I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you. Jesus…you really scared me.” He breathed in.

“Need me to do something?”

You looked up at him, pouting as you whispered, “Can you make me a sandwich? And… get me some chocolate?”

He nodded at every word you said. “Of course pretty. Yes.”

Jason carefully let you lie back down, pulling up the blanket for the top of it to rest just under your chin.

The next few minutes were a blur. Your abdomen was killing you, making you whine and grunt at every cramp. The only thing you could make out in the room right now was the faint sound of Jason clinking together dishes in the kitchen.

After a few more minutes of absolute hell, you felt a hand tap on your side. Jason stood there, tray in hand, looking at your disheveled form.

He quietly sat down, laying the tray down into the coffee table as he took something off from it and guided it to your stomach.

You furrowed your brows before you felt a heating pad against your bare skin, immediately relaxing against the sensation.

“Better?” He asked. You opened your eyes to look at him and silently hummed.

Then, he went on to slowly feed you the sandwich he made for you, which you finished in a blink of an eye.

Jason started at you in awe. “Want some chocolate now?” He smiled.

You didn’t answer, just crawled over into his lap and layed your head down onto his shoulder.

He shushed you as one of his hands went to your back to gently caress you up and down.

“I’m glad you’re here.” You whispered.

He hummed as he lowered his head to peck at your shoulder, reaching behind him to grab the bar of chocolate you asked from him earlier.

He slid the bar between you, grinning softly at your confused face before you snatched it out of his hand.

“You’re annoying Jay.” You huffed while opening the wrapper and stuffing your mouth full of the chocolate.

He scoffed, “What? I thought you missed me doll.”

“Don’t push my buttons Jason.” You said sternly, squinting your eyes at him.

“Sorry princess.” Jason kissed you tenderly right above your cheekbone, wrapping his big arms around you in the process.

He brought you both down onto the couch, letting you nuzzle into him as you felt the tension in your body slowly leave you.

“Can always tell me anything you need to doll, remember that.”

He kissed the top of your head as you felt yourself drift off to slumber.

Ty for reading! Reblogs & comments are very appreciated<33

a/n: unrealistic because when a man tries to talk to me during my period I want to stab him </3

taglist: @starl1ghtgr4yson

[honey-snail]

Warnings: praise kink, hand pinning, sex while a literal crime is happening outside, reckless vigilante behavior, inspired by a scene in Narcos, MDNI a/n: I fear Jason would actually do this in one of his more deranged moods. The others are probably more willing to leave you high and dry, finish the job, and come back later. Jason knows Bruce raised enough children to cover his ass.

Jason Todd is probably one of the few vigilantes who would rather finish what he started with you than rush off to help with the burning building caused by a car explosion a few streets away.

Don't start thinking that Jason doesn't care about Gotham. He loves Gotham, actually. Enough that the city has shaved years off his life and been the reason for his demise more than once. But does he care enough to pull out of the sweet, velvety walls of your pussy?

No, actually.

Bruce raised enough Bat-children for that particular reason.

You tried to get up when the first blast rattled the windows, but Jason was far faster. One broad hand caught both of your wrists and pinned them above your head while the other dragged your ankle to its rightful place over his shoulder, rough fingers curling around your calf as he settled his weight over you again.

"Jason, you have to go. What even was that?"

"Car bomb," he practically purred, pushing the leaky tip of his cock back into your pussy like the explosion had been nothing more than a minor interruption.

You tried to form a protest. Really, you did. But your protest amounted to little more than slapping one of his biceps when he cooed about how wet you were for him. His hips moved in slow, lazy strokes, making it increasingly difficult to remember the rest of the lecture you had prepared for him.

Another siren screamed somewhere outside, followed by the distant crackle of fire and shouting. Red and blue light flashed through the broken blinds of his safehouse, moving over Jason's naked body in restless streaks. It illuminated the sweat running between his pecs and caught in the pale scars scattered across his chest as he folded you deeper beneath him.

His green eyes never left your face, not even when another siren joined the first, while Gotham continued doing what Gotham did best.

Falling apart.

"Y-you need to go, Jay," you insisted, forcing the words between the moans slipping from your lips as he continued hitting that weak spot

"In a minute," he answered with a wink and a firm squeeze around your wrists.

God, Jason could be mean when he wanted to be. Today just happened to be one of those days.

Apparently, a minute meant whenever he was finished pulling every pretty sound he could from your lips, listening to the wet drag of your pussy around his cock whenever he found the spot that curled your toes.

"Couldn't leave you like this. So needy," he muttered against your throat, planting a constellation of kisses along your skin. The scrape of his stubble followed each one, rough enough to leave you warm before his lips soothed over the same spot. "Look at you. So wet for me."

"Jay," you breathed.

His palm pressed against the bulge his cock made low in your stomach, buried so deep inside you that you could barely breathe. You had a perfectly good argument prepared about how wrong it was for him to still be inside you while people were probably panicking in the streets, but then he pushed your leg farther back and rolled his hips again, and suddenly civic responsibility became a very difficult concept to hold on to.

"Gorgeous," he mused against your throat, kissing the hollow beneath your collarbone.

He finally released your hands, only so you could claw at his broad shoulders while he cupped your breasts. Jason muttered under his breath about how soft you were and how perfectly your breasts fit into his palms while you melted beneath him.

"I know, baby." His thumb and forefinger circled your nipple as it budded beneath his touch with a soft tug. "Gotham's falling apart." His teeth grazed your throat, leaving behind a mark that would darken by morning. "It does that every night."

The radio on the floor beside his helmet and your overnight bag had been going off nonstop by then, voices overlapping through bursts of static.

"Red Hood, respond."

Tim.

"Hood, I didn't come to Gotham to pick up after you. Where the hell are you?"

Dick.

Obviously, Jason was far too occupied to turn off the radio or do anything about the situation outside.

His grip around your breast tightened as his thrusts grew harder, matching the desperate movement of your hips. The mattress shifted beneath you while he watched your face with an unbearably smug, yet adoring look.

"Pretty thing," he groaned, eyes falling shut as his dark brows pinched together. He muttered about how close he was before catching your mouth with his. "What if I just let the city burn for you, hm?"

A burst of gunfire cracked through the radio and echoed from two streets down, sharp enough to make you flinch and tighten around his cock. Jason only paused long enough to listen, still toying with your breast as he cocked his head slightly.

"Modified M4," he confirmed against your pout. Another burst followed, as did his hips. "Cheap suppressor, too."

The radio crackled again with several increasingly annoyed demands to know where he was. Jason groaned for an entirely different reason and pressed his forehead against yours. His fingers left your breast and slipped between your bodies, finding your clit with practiced ease.

Your back arched before you could stop it.

"There you go," he praised, his mouth brushing across your cheek. "That's it, dove. Let me feel you."

His roughened thumb moved in slow circles, cruel and steady.

"You gonna come on my cock?" he asked, his voice dropping lower. "That what you need?"

The words kept spilling out between kisses, each one rougher and more desperate than the last.

Then Dick mentioned something about tracking Jason's suit and dragging him out himself.

That finally got a reaction.

Not the reaction Dick wanted, obviously.

Jason hooked an arm around your waist and hauled you upright until you were straddling him, your knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. His hands settled at your waist, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of your sides as he guided you down again.

"Then we'd better finish before he gets here."

"Jason, I swear to God - "

"Yeah?" His green eyes glinted beneath lowered lashes. "Tell him how good I make you feel."

You made an offended little noise, but Jason only laughed and caught your lower lip between his teeth before kissing you again.

"That's my baby," he murmured, hands tightening around your waist as his thrusts grew meaner beneath you. Chest pressed against yours. The sound of skin hitting skin and all the lewd noises of your cunt filling the room. "So soft. So perfectly made for me. Don't know how you expect me to leave when you feel this good."

Outside, sirens wailed. The radio kept spitting out his name. Red light slid through the blinds while Gotham tried to tear itself apart a few streets away.

"You are genuinely the worst vigilante in Gotham."

"But I'm your favorite," Jason laughed as he pushed himself impossibly deeper.

You could bite, scratch, curse, and remind him that people were literally depending on him, but he answered every protest with another kiss and harsh thrust.

He was not leaving until both of you came.

And even then, Jason Todd had never been particularly good at stopping after one round.

dividers @/diviniyae

[yoonavii]

𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖 (Jason Todd x Reader)

Summary: You were trained to be a weapon—silent, precise, untouchable. A swan that bites, a peacock that dazzles only after the strike. Trained by women who believed softness was a lie and love a liability, you learned to move silently, to kill without leaving a trace. You were never meant to want. Only to execute. Jason Todd sees you and knows immediately: you don’t soften. You consume. You meet like survivors circling the same wound—watchful, armed, too close. What grows between you isn’t tenderness. It’s hunger, pressure, and inevitability. Love doesn’t bloom here. It overflows. And when the world comes for what they made—you don’t run. You devour.

Tw: this fic has themes of Graphic violence, blood/gore, death (both canon and non-cannon ), trafficking, PTSD, possessive behavior, explicit language, eventual smut and implied mental health. DEAD DOVE. DO NOT EAT

(Masterlist) CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN—FIREWATER

Blüdhaven’s industrial waterfront at 2:17 a.m. smelled like low tide, diesel, and regret. Rain had finally eased to a cold mist that clung to everything—rusted shipping cranes, cracked concrete, the chain-link fences sagging under years of salt and neglect. Dock lights buzzed and flickered, throwing long, sickly yellow pools across black water that slapped against barnacle-crusted pilings.

Dick Grayson—Nightwing—moved like liquid shadow across the rooftops, grapnel line singing softly as he swung between derelict cranes and abandoned cold-storage buildings. Normally tracking Jason was routine: bike exhaust signature, security-cam blind spots he always left, the faint thermal ghost of a safehouse heater kicking on at 3 a.m. predictable patterns.

Tonight?

Nothing.

No Harley rumble echoing off brick. No red helmet caught on traffic cams. No faint heat bloom from any of Jason’s usual bolt-holes.

Dick landed silently on the edge of a corrugated roof, crouching low, cape settling around him like spilled ink. He pulled up the wrist computer—thermal overlay, movement tracking, even the encrypted ping he’d slipped onto Jason’s last burner phone months ago.

Static.

He exhaled through his nose, a short, frustrated sound.

“Okay… that’s new.”

He leaned against a rusted vent stack, rain dripping off the edge of his domino mask.

“Yeah,” he muttered to himself, half-smile tugging at his mouth despite the unease crawling up his spine. “She definitely picked the location.”

Whoever this woman was—this ghost who’d pulled Jason off-grid—she knew exactly how to vanish. And Jason had followed.

Dick’s smile turned wry.

“Finally met someone worse than him.”

He tapped the comm anyway.

“Oracle, you got anything on that warehouse cluster near Pier 17?”

Barbara’s voice came back crisp, tired, but sharp.

“Thermal’s clean. No movement inside the target building. But the perimeter sensors are… weird. Like someone painted over them with digital whiteout. Subtle. Professional.”

Dick’s eyes narrowed.

“League-level?”

“Or better.”

He watched the dark warehouse for another long beat—windows boarded, doors chained, nothing moving.

Then he murmured, almost to himself:

“Found you.”

He didn’t move yet.

He just watched.

⸻

Inside the Plume safehouse, the lantern light had softened everything to amber and shadow.

Empty burger bags Jason got hours ago sat crumpled on the low table beside the koi pond. The ancient rice spirit you happen to find in a nearby crate had done its job—three bottles down, a forth open, dark glass sweating in the warm air. The smell was sharp, almost medicinal, like gasoline mixed with jasmine and smoke.

Jason sprawled on the low couch, one arm slung across the back, legs stretched out, boots kicked off. The Lazarus afterglow still simmered under his skin—green flickers at the edges of his irises when the light hit right. He felt loose. Dangerous. Alive in a way that scared him a little.

You sat cross-legged on the opposite cushion, sleeves rolled up, hair damp from the earlier rain. The alcohol had stripped away your usual edges—shoulders relaxed, mouth curved in something dangerously close to a real smile.

Jason tilted his head back, staring at the silk banners overhead.

“You know something?”

You raised an eyebrow, taking a slow sip from your cup.

“That’s usually a bad sentence.”

He grinned—lazy, crooked, the kind of grin that had gotten him punched more than once.

“That kiss we had.”

You froze mid-sip.

The cup hovered an inch from your lips.

“…You were dying.”

Jason shrugged one shoulder, eyes never leaving yours.

“Still counts.”

He leaned forward slightly, elbows on knees, voice dropping.

“Probably your first kiss too.”

Your eyes narrowed instantly—sharp, dangerous.

He kept going, grin widening.

“And honestly?”

He gestured lazily with the cup.

“Not great.”

You set the cup down with deliberate calm.

The air shifted.

“Please,” you said, voice dangerously soft. “You probably couldn’t do better.”

Jason tilted his head, studying you like prey that had just made a mistake.

“Wanna bet?”

Before you could answer—before your brain could catch up—he moved.

One hand cupped the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair. The other gripped your jaw—firm, not gentle.

He kissed you.

Messy.

Drunk.

Uncoordinated.

Intense.

For a split second you froze—shock, alcohol, the sudden heat of him short-circuiting every instinct.

Then something in you melted.

Your fingers twitched against his jacket—then fisted in the fabric, pulling him closer.

The kiss deepened—teeth, tongue, the sharp bite of ancient liquor on both your mouths. His hand slid down your spine, pressing you flush against him. You made a small, involuntary sound against his lips—half growl, half surrender.

When you finally broke apart, both breathing hard, your pupils were blown wide, fangs half-extended.

You stared at him—chest heaving, cheeks flushed.

He stared back—eyes dark, lips swollen, looking like he’d just won something dangerous.

Then your brain caught up.

Your hand darted to your hair—pulled out one of the long metal hairpins you always kept there.

In one fluid motion you had it pressed to his throat—sharp tip dimpling skin just shy of breaking it.

“Do that again,” you hissed, voice low and lethal, “and I fucking kill you.”

Jason didn’t flinch.

Didn’t even blink.

He just stared at you—then laughed softly, the sound vibrating against the pin.

“You’re blushing.”

You pushed the hairpin a fraction harder—enough to draw a tiny bead of blood.

“You’re drunk.”

He leaned in anyway—completely unfazed—tip of the pin pressing deeper.

“You didn’t hate it.”

Your grip tightened.

His eyes dropped to your lips again—slow, deliberate.

Then suddenly he grabbed a fistful of your hair—pulled your head back just enough to expose your throat.

The hairpin clattered to the floor.

Now you were the one pinned—back arched slightly, his mouth inches from your neck.

He smirked lazily.

“Careful~”

His voice dropped to a rough whisper.

“You might actually like me.”

You stared at him—something complicated flickering in your eyes.

Danger.

Curiosity.

Possession.

Something toxic started to grow between you.

Then you shoved him back against the couch—hard.

“You’re insufferable.”

He grinned up at you—wide, reckless.

“And you didn’t say stop.”

The moment hung there—dangerously electric.

Neither of you pushed it further tonight.

Instead you ended up half-laying on opposite sides of the couch—still drunk, still watching each other through half-lidded eyes.

Neither trusting the silence.

Neither sleeping.

⸻

High above Gotham, in a stone courtyard open to the wind and rain, Batman stood motionless.

Talia al Ghul stepped from the shadows—dark hair whipping in the gusts, green eyes sharp.

She spoke first.

“You’re looking for her.”

Batman didn’t waste time.

“Tell me about Y/N.”

Talia scoffed—soft, bitter.

“You’ve seen the files. What more do you need?”

“I need context.”

Talia folded her arms.

“She is an inconvenience.”

Batman noticed the disdain immediately.

“You dislike her.”

Talia’s lip curled.

“She fought like an animal pretending to be disciplined… even before the Pit touched her.”

Flashback laced in her voice—cold, precise.

“Years ago. China. The Plume palace in the mountains. My father was meeting Xiu in one of the western wings. I went to her room—curious. She attacked me the moment I crossed the threshold. No warning. No words. Just pure fury.”

She touched her side absently—like an old scar still ached.

“She was dangerous even then.”

Batman’s voice stayed even.

“The resurrection.”

Talia’s expression shifted—something almost unsettled flickering across her face.

“She died in a fire. Not injured. Not wounded. Reduced to ash. And yet…”

She exhaled sharply.

“My father performed the impossible. At Xiu’s desperate demand. He resurrected a girl who was not even his blood.”

Her tone turned bitter.

“And the result?… they adored her. Xiu continued her daughter. My father treats her like family. Even the assassins of the League revere her.”

Talia looked directly at Batman—eyes hard.

“She is not true blood.”

Then, quieter:

“But they pretend she is.”

Batman absorbed it all—every word, every inflection.

Then he asked the question that mattered.

“Where is she now?”

Talia smiled—thin, sharp.

“With your son, I imagine.”

She stepped back into shadow.

“Good luck, Detective. You will need it”

⸻

Back in Blüdhaven, the lantern light flickered across the koi pond.

Jason and you sat in uneasy quiet—shoulders almost touching, breath still carrying the sharp bite of ancient liquor.

Neither moved.

Neither spoke.

But the air between you crackled—charged, dangerous, unspoken.

Outside, Nightwing watched from a distant rooftop.

Inside, the security screen behind you flickered once—briefly—someone probing the perimeter.

The hunt was closing in.

And neither of you was ready to admit how much you didn’t want to run alone.

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[gloomycatz]

thinking about the batboys (including bruce bc that’s dada) brat taming you <3

cw : fem!bratty!reader, aged up characters, rough p in v sex (lots of it…. lots), fucking in the batsuit, everyone here is a mean dom, pet names, spanking, overstimulation, oral (f AND m receiving), fingering, blink & you’ll miss it bdsm, multiple creampies, i gave up halfway through, duke is a softie for his girl <3, not proof read!!!, i wrote this in one sitting, im not creative & these got repetitive im sorry

; bruce wayne

you’re rolling your eyes at him for the umpteenth time, so hard they might get stuck that way.

“go ahead! share your completely incorrect and twisted version of events!” your hand flies up, holding it in his face. “mhm!”

which is brave. very brave of you. because no one talks to batman that way.

his jaw tightens, white lenses of the cowl fixing on you. it’s both intimidating and the exact reaction you wanted… and it gets you wet knowing you riled him up successfully.

“careful,” he growls lowly, that wide bubble of patience he usually has shrinking fast.

but you keep going, droning on and on about how you’re in the right. that this couldn’t be your fault. you’re batting your lashes at him, offering up a slimy, fake-ass smile.

before you know it you’re pinned against the batcomputer console, huge arms caging you in, cape large enough to drape around the both of you.

“you think you can talk to me like that, little girl?”

you don’t get the chance to snap a reply. a gloved hand rips your shorts and panties to the side, the last bit of patience he had draining, leaving you on display exactly like you deserved to be.

normally bruce is so meticulous in how he preps you for his cock, but not this time. her sinks in in one brutal thrust.

“you’re such a— nghh,” the insult dies as he hits that spongy spot inside you just right, your brattiness turning to nothing but broken moans in real time.

you won’t be cumming until you’ve apologized. batman does not tolerate brats; he breaks them.

; dick grayson

dick laughs in your face the second you start giving him attitude.

“aw, feeling a little bratty tonight, huh?” he’s patronizing you and he knows it gets you wet.

you roll your eyes and scoff, holding up a your palm in a talk to the hand gesture.

dick catches your hand mid-air and spins you until you’re pinned against the wall of your apartment. you should’ve known better, known you didn’t have a chance against him, but you often pushed your limits.

no space is left between you now and dick takes that as his opportunity to grind his hard cock against your ass, lips brushing against your neck.

“keep talking shit. see what happens.”

and you do. running your mouth, wrinkling your nose, the whole nine yards.

bad idea.

he smacks your ass so hard it stings before throwing you over his shoulder.

“you’re so hot when you’re mad,” you’re set on the bed, bouncing a little on the mattress, and then you’re met with dick’s stupidly handsome smirk. “but we’ll need to fix that attitude.”

you end up tied down at the wrists before he spends a ridiculously long time eating you out, stopping right before you cum every time.

“hm? what’s that?” he languidly licks at your oversensitive clit. “you wanna cum?”

you’re whining is met with no remorse, just an infuriating little grin from between your legs.

“thought you were too busy being a brat.”

unlike bruce, dick will fuck you as a reward for your apology. he’ll bend you in every position until you’re begging for him to stop.

; jason todd

this is basically foreplay. arguments are usually a result of your brattiness and his temper and it usually ends in hate sex.

he’s significantly less patient than his adoptive brother and father, so arguments don’t last too long. you’re rolling your eyes, insulting him, even getting in his face until your nose to nose.

that’s when he snaps.

“alright, that’s fucking it,” he grabs you by the throat, cock twitching hard at the little sound you make when he squeezes your sensitive flesh.

doesn’t matter if you’re in the safe house, in an alley against his bike, he’s taking you however he wants to.

you’re pushed to your knees and within seconds his cock is shoved down your throat, a guttural groan leaving him.

“that’s what you fucking get for being such a damn brat,” he bites, but it’s breathless, your fluttering throat enough to make his knees buckle.

your watery eyes and constricting throat around his cock almost makes him cum, but he pulls out before you can get that satisfaction.

you’re then bent over the couch or his bike and he’s yanking your panties down so hard the seams rip.

he lines up and shoves inside you roughly, squeezing your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

“bratty little shit… you love pissing me off so i’ll fuck the attitude out of you, don’t you?” he pounds into you hard, giving your ass a firm smack.

won’t give up until you’ve apologized multiple times. he’ll go multiple rounds until you’re exhausted.

; tim drake

similarly to bruce, he has lots of patience. you start with your endless attitude and he simply watches you like he’s calculating your every move.

when you least expect it, he bends you over the back of his desk chair and snakes his fingers into your pants, thumbing your clit just enough to relieve the tension but not enough to make you cum.

“look at you being such a brat. think you can get away with that?” he coos in your ear, fingers teasing your entrance. you buck up into his hand and to your short-lived surprise, he sinks his long fingers into you.

you end up cumming embarrassingly fast. again. and again. and again.

tim edges you for so long, not budging once. you’d never know his arm is tired.

and then finally, he sinks his cock into you.

“say it again,” he huffs against your ear, rocking his hips up into you. “call me an asshole. say it while i’m filling you up.”

he’ll have you cumming on his cock in minutes.

; aged up! damian wayne

damian’s the most insulted, and turned on, standing there with his arms crossed, baffled you’d speak to him that way.

“tt. how dare you speak to me in such a manner.” he mutters lowly. dangerously.

your condescending tone would make his eye twitch instantly, but his pants unreasonably tight.

when you least expect it, he grips your chin, angling your eyes to meet his intense green ones.

“you will learn respect, beloved,”

you’re suddenly quiet as he lifts you with sword-calloused hands like you weigh nothing, pressing you against the wall.

you’re already so wet just from giving him attitude he doesn’t even bother prepping you. just slides right in, easily.

he spends an obscene amount of time fucking you against the wall, marking up your neck so everyone knows exactly who you belong to when he’s finished with you.

but he doesn’t finish there. he can’t just let you off after that little stunt you pulled. so he pulls you into his lap, making you ride him while he sits like a king.

“apologize, or i stop.” his naturally commanding tone keeps you babbling apologies pathetically until he’s satisfied.

you’ll end up walking funny for days afterward.

; duke thomas

duke is easily the nicest of the batboys and, therefore, the most stunned when you pull out your attitude, eyebrows nearly at his hairline.

he’s the most rational, trying to calmly explain his side of the story while you’re rolling your eyes again.

when he realizes he’s not getting through to you, his expression dims a fraction, turning into something darker. a little unfamiliar, but a welcome change on his pretty face.

“oh… you really wanna play like that right now?” his voice drops and your stomach dips, sure that your panties are soaked but now.

before you can sass him back, duke scoops you up in his hold, dropping you onto his full-size bed. he presses up against your backside, hand grasping your chin.

“keep running that pretty mouth and i’ll give you something better to do with it.”

you roll your eyes again, but duke chuckles lowly. “bratty tonight, huh? alright then.”

you don’t get a second to protest or talk shit before your panties are yanked to the side, two fingers slipping right into your soaked entrance, curling his digits just right.

“that’s it… take it. all that attitude and you’re still clenching around me like you need this.”

he fingers you until you’re whining and fluttering around his fingers, nearly cumming right when he pulls out.

before you can bitch about how empty you feel without his fingers inside you, it’s quickly replaced by his cock, cutting you off effectively.

duke fucks hard when he’s riled up.

“apologize nicely and maybe i’ll let you finish.”

unlike his adoptive family, he’s much nicer. and also a softie for you, so the moment you whimper a soft sorry, he sinks all the way to the hilt and cums inside you.

a/n : might make a pt 2 with the batgirls if yall are into that ….. lmk

[smuttiebunnie]

The Perfect Date

(Dick Grayson x Female Reader)

Dick prides himself on the ability to make you happy, on more than one occasion that means going above and beyond to surprise you even after your plays get ruined.

today? its pouring down rain outside-- you had a picnic date in the park planned.

FEAR NOT

Nightwing is here to save the day!

once you arrived home, you unlock the front door to your shared apartment and walk in to find your living room COVERED in blankets and pillows arranged on the couch and floor like a fort.

dick emerges from the kitchen with a bowl of freshly popped popcorn, your favorite tumbler filled with your favorite drink, and a sappy ass rom-com you've both seen a million times pulled up on the tv.

your heart is warm and fuzzy from the overwhelming feeling of being loved by the most amazing boyfriend ever.

"I hope you like it, princess" he coos softly as he sets the popcorn bowl down on the coffee table, moving to come wrap his arms around you after - pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

you cant help but nod and nuzzle into his chest.

the rest of your day was spent cuddled up in his arms with your head on his chest and the popcorn bowl between you both; the pitter-patter of the rain outside eventually lulling you to sleep.

many believe good things come to those who wait and some believe things happen for a reason.

you believe anything can happen as long as your boyfriend loves you enough.

and trust me.

he does.

[Ribbon Boarder Cred: @cursed-carmine]

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