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FEELING FROGGY? LEAP!

───✦ FROG!TOJI X READER

♡ summary: he may not be some prince charming, but toji was determined to show you there are other ways to reach a happy ending.

♡ wc: 7k

♡ content warnings: fem! camgirl! reader, frog! toji, teasing (unintentionally), filming, brief mentions of starving (he is trying to switch back by starving himself), crèàmpies, toy usage, brief mentions of murder, jealousy, manhandling, running from it, choking, toji has a big d, fìngering, rough sex, tummy bulges, r is squeamish, overstim, petnames, praise, unprotected, multiple rounds, possessive elements, reverse cowgirl, backshōts, size difference, spánking, hair pulling, sqúriting, body worship, pwp, p slapping.

♡ a/n: apothecary diaries mention (empire one too lwk)

He was going to kill that bitch who put him in this predicament and then he was going to get you for actually thinking he was a frog and keeping him as your pet.

Unfortunately, Toji was transformed into a frog after fighting a sorcerer with a weird technique. They are no longer with us, but that's besides the point. Although the sorcerer is gone, he is going to kill the person who hired him for not telling him about that “small” technique. However, he will do that after collecting his check.

The biggest issue preventing him from getting his revenge was you, after finding him on your windowsill you collected him as a real frog. Coddling him, giving him food to eat, and making sure he didn't take a foot outside.

Those aren't even bad, if anything he could bask in the attention and free housing but unknowingly you have a terrible habit of teasing him.

He was so particularly frustrated both mentally and sexually.

It's torture, coming in from shopping or whatever you do outside, you undress at the door tossing your clothing into the hamper. Parading around the house in just your panties and bra or if he was lucky you would at least wear a shirt. Although it was a small relief, the shirt was thin as hell and you never wore a bra under so he could still see whatever was “hidden” underneath.

At night however was where his sanity was tested, in your bedroom he could hear the sounds of you streaming. At first, it sounds like those regular ones he saw on social media a few times until they would quickly shift into whatever perverted fantasy you wanted to reenact with your viewers. Even in his new form, his senses weren't dulled. He could hear each thrust, moan, and notification you got. Every few minutes you read one out letting the compliment go to your ego, thanking them, and teasing them on through the screen.

He has never seen you stream, fortunately, Toji doesn't think he would stay sane if he had to sit there and watch you get off. Perverts behind the screen begging to touch you or what they wanted to do to you didn't even compare to what he was thinking. Other than what he would do to the person who hired him, he made a promise to get you back for all the shit you were putting him through. With interest of course.

The issue was, Toji just had to figure out how the hell he was going to get out, or if he could. He tried starving himself to see if dying as a frog would transform him back, however realizing Toji’s suicidal mission you rushed him to the vet for a shot. Now you watched him eat, sitting in front of his terrarium. Occasionally you would eat with him, probably thinking it would make him feel better. In a way it did, he hasn't eaten with another person in years. It was a nice change but it would be infinitely better if he were in his human form.

“Jinshi? I'm home!” you cheered coming through the door with a bag from PetSmart, perhaps it was because he was a frog but the food wasn't half bad. Jinshi wasn't even his name but after seeing him you declared it instantly. He would much prefer to hear you screaming his actual name instead but he can work with this, for now. “I got you some more food, I hate touching it but if it's for you…” You pulled your face away from looking inside the bag.

“I was gone for so long, the cashier and I were talking, honestly kind of cute but I have a feeling he might recognize me.” you rambled, pulling out one of the bags full of bloodworms, with a heavily gloved hand and a big pair of tweezers you plucked a few out and dropped them in his habitat. Swiftly closing the bag tightly and putting the rest up into containers, you screamed loudly when one of them escaped.

“C’mon! Ugh, okay…” You tried hyping yourself up to pick up the worm off the ground. Even at its pace, you were somehow slower than it to capture it. If he were able to, he would've picked it up by now, maybe scare you with it, but still pick it up way faster than the 10 minutes it took you to. “Jinshi! I did it, did you see that?!” You were so happy that you even petted him a little bit from inside the terrarium.

He couldn't wait to get his hands on you. He was tempted to hop out and climb onto your hand knowing you would back out in fear, and finally make his grand escape. However, if he did do that, it wouldn't make his life easier. Then he would have to find somewhere else to live and it's not like he can do anything in the form he has taken now. Settling he gave you a ribbet as a reward for your bravery.

He would have to postpone your introduction to his cursed worm, if you would even see it. You can barely handle the small ones, this was closer to your size, you might pass out on the spot. You haven't gone screaming about ghosts, so he doubts it.

“Aww Jinshi, my sweet baby. I'm so happy I found you,” you said fondly, being extra gentle with his skin, even kissing the outside of the tank. Almost by instinct, he went to kiss it back but he couldn't so he stuck his tongue out and outlined the pink glossy imprint. It was the closest he was going to get to “kissing” you so he was going to take the opportunity.

Based on your insistent squealing, the act seemed to please you. What he didn't expect was tears to start falling from your pretty eyes, they were fat, coming down in laughter as you stretched your arms out to hug the tank.

“What would I do without you, Jinshi?” thoroughly happy you went into your room to begin your nightly escapades. Usually starting setup around sunset and continuing later in the night. He has never seen you go to work or even do something remote so he assumed you made a good amount from streaming.

“Hey guys, did you miss me? I surely missed you!” you greeted saying hello to the early birds. It was usually the same people, after a while he recognised some names but he didn't bother remembering them. “Digimonmaster66, thank you for the 5,000 coins!” Toji didn't know how much that was in real currency but the prick always started with that amount for every stream. Considering how happy you sounded when that notification came through, it had to be a substantial amount.

You usually spent the first 30 minutes or so talking to them about your day, sometimes mentioning that you had a frog. Today however you went into immense detail about Toji or “Jinshi” and how he just made you so happy. “He is so big for a frog-yes, I did name him after that!”

That was news to him, he didn't even know there was someone who inspired his new name. He remembers when you first saw him, completely and utterly terrified but then after a few glances that turned into long stares you opened your window. He only hopped in to see your reaction but instead of the fear he was sort of looking for, your eyes brightened up and closed the window behind him, effectively trapping the frog in your home.

He doesn't know what was going through your mind to keep a frog as a pet when you were scared of everything. Your trust in him was officially set when he ate a spider that found its way into your home, something in his mind was telling him to eat it. So he did not expect it to taste as good as it did. In that moment as he swallowed it you named him on the spot. “Jinshi, you saved me! I thought I would need to call my neighbor again,” you claimed, putting on your keys and coat, and placing him in a wet container, taking him to a pet store to get him things to get started with in his new home.

“Mmh you guys are so smart, just for that I think I'll get you guys a reward.” Your pitch was slower, a little more sexy as you thought of rewards for them. The real one who needed a reward was Toji, who would do you so much better than those twerps jacking off at the sight of your cleavage. They only got to see it when you turned the cameras on but him, but he got to see it every day. Just for him as you sat next to him by the window twirling a bit of your hair.

He has memorized almost every single pair of undergarments you owned, there were probably a few you weren't wearing out in your rotation but got to see them nonetheless.

“I have just the idea, brb.” you giggled, he could hear the rustling of clothing and zippers. By the time you were done, he could hear the vague sound of latex, maybe rubber? Whatever it was, it was squeaky. Hopping onto the bed you turned back on the cameras. “I saw this being requested in my inbox so much that I had to put it on to show you. I wasn't going to stream today but I got too excited.” he wants to see, shouldn't he get a reward too? Toji’s jealousy towards the audience only grew at each sweet moan he wished he could capture with his own lips, gasping as you described wanting to fondle their chests and show them ‘how good they were’ to you.

“Aww CursedCK thank you for the 6,000 coins, you see how happy you're making us.” You moaned, the nasty wet squelching he could only guess was you fingering yourself. The pace was slow, agonizingly slow, Toji would go faster. Piston his fingers so deep inside preparing you for his cock, watching you come undone beneath him. Make you scream louder than anyone else could, show you he is the only one to make you feel that way.

“You see how ready I am for you, I'm aching,” you whined, the bed rocking against the wall for a moment. There was silence for a bit until you let out a loud moan. “Mmhm, I couldn't wait any longer. You deserve it.” you giggled, the notifications went crazy one after another, barely milliseconds apart. That seemed to turn you on even more, whatever you were fucking yourself on was moving at a rapid speed, chasing your orgasm along with your audience.

“Fuck- so good, I'm so close.” Your voice was airy and light almost like you were asking. “Yes, yes! I want you inside, filling me till I can't go on anymore.” With a scream, you came. For most, the stream would end but today you were in a good mood, riding out the rest of your release, he could hear the sound of you pulling out what was inside. Catching your breath you thanked your viewers for helping you.

“40,000 coins, that's a lot. Thank you so much. I think I might cum again if I keep looking at it.” Considering you're the same person who almost cried when you saw Toji climbing the tank to escape, he thinks you just might. When he leaves he will need to look up the conversions, if it's good enough to make you nut then he might need to switch professions.

“Don't worry, I have something else for you.” Shutting off the cameras you walked into the living room, you dragged a large machine into your bedroom struggling just a bit to get off the ground. Muttering that you didn't want to scratch the floors. Toji could have sworn his brain short-circuited a little, you were wearing a leather set, similar to a dominatrix. Long black thigh-high boots and gloves even had the bunny mask sitting on top of your head. When you bent over for the machine he could see the slightest sliver of a jeweled plug in your ass.

Could it really get worse than this? Hearing you get off on a fucking machine, or what he assumes based on the sound and your comments about finally getting fucked from behind after so long. It was insufferable to listen to. Even worse that he couldn't see and everyone else could.

“I-I think we broke a record today, I feel a bit numb.” You were still catching your breath, the comments were getting spammed so those who wanted to get noticed would opt for sending coins instead. “Thank you DigimonMaster66 for being my top gifter today, I can't wait to show you how you've made me.” saying your final goodbyes closing the stream accepting the last few coins.

When you walked out of the room your legs were slick with fluids, Toji wanted to stick his tongue out and clean up the mess you made. If it weren't for this dreaded form.

As always you wore an old shirt with some panties, different from the leather lingerie set. They were still nice, more put on for comfort than to show off. “Jinshi? I thought you were asleep, baby?” Noticing he was still awake you made your way over to a bottle of water and vitamins in your hands. “I'm starting to think you have insomnia…Maybe I should get you checked out again?” Your voice was laced with concern rubbing on the tank like you were caressing his face. He would play nice for now, the veterinarian was a whole new hell unto itself.

“I'm not very tired myself, let's watch a movie, ‘kay.” You smiled plopping down on the couch as you scrolled through some of the movies. You gasped at one of the selections clicking on it immediately, “This used to be my favorite!” hurriedly clicking play the introduction scene started.

Toji didn't watch movies so as the animation played he wasn't familiar. If anything he was more interested in the plot, kissing a frog to break the curse. He didn't even think of that as an option to break out of this body. As ridiculous as it sounded he was tempted to test the theory.

All he needed to do was wait for his plan to be set in motion.

“Look Jinshi, isn't that so romantic? I was Tiana for 3 years straight for Halloween, maybe I can do it again this year. You can be my Naveen!” you giggled watching the marriage scene unfold.

“Ribbet.”

“I can even get you an outfit if they have that for frogs, would you like that?”

“Ribbet.”

“Okay, I'll stop talking.” The excitement was already boiling as you continued to watch the end of the movie, and by the last 10 minutes, you were out like a light. Snoring lightly on the cushions, the television playing similar movies.

The following days went by as usual but instead of streaming every other night like you would before now you were going out. Coming back hungover or not coming back at all. It was a stark difference from how you were previously, it's not like you were neglecting him, his food came on the regular, and his habitat was cleaned routinely. However, he couldn't help but feel like something was going on.

His suspicions were confirmed when you left earlier in the day dressing up all pretty even curling your hair and leaving out. You mentioned something about “this one might work out,” before leaving but he didn't quite know the context. The lock turned, but there wasn't one voice like usual, rather there were two. Yours he recognised but the other was unfamiliar, a man's voice for sure, his face however, was a little, but he couldn't remember where.

“Mmh- at least wait till we get inside,” you laughed, pulling him down to kiss you further. The man gripped you closer, feeling on your ass molding the fat within his fingers. You yelped as he lifted you from the ground, laying your body on the empty dining room table. He was sure to take his shoes off but they were scattered and not neatly put like the rest. How impatient.

As much as he wanted to, he couldn't take his eyes off the sight. It was unbearable but when else would he get to see you like this, it only became too much when you started moaning the other man's name. “Jeremiah,” you whined so sweetly.

No way you fucking a guy named Jeremiah. Was this your type, medium men who can't even hold you up for more than a minute? He couldn't watch this anymore, actually, he never wanted to see it again unless it was him enjoying the way your lips moved to say his name.

“Ribbet!” It was a lot louder than any of the other ones he had ever given you. It grabbed your attention immediately, your head snapping in his direction.

“Jinshi I'm sorry, I'll be quiet, okay?” you smiled, it was a little lopsided but with Toji’s presence now aware by the couple. You led Jeremiah to your bedroom. When he thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. Insanely so. Jeremiah lasted a total of 2 minutes and 2 seconds, before tapping out. No foreplay, rubbed your clit a little bit, before shoving his dick in. When he finally pulled out, he offered to cum on your stomach but you immediately declined.

If your streams were anything to go off of you were loud, you like to talk. But now you were quiet giving him a few noises, adjacent to sighs. It was a sad listen, you seemed so excited to. Toji could do you so much better. Watching the guy leave high and proud irked the fuck out of Toji— he remembered his face just in case he needed to add him to his shit list when he got out. It was the most pathetic fuck he's ever seen (heard).

Once you shut the door behind the guy making sure it was loud enough to send a message you hurried back to your room and gave yourself what you needed. Fucking yourself on a vibrator, it seemed to do the job. Orgasming within a few minutes, not loud but a lot louder than you were with Jeremiah.

Your mood for the morning after was shitty at best. A scowl was left on your face and you had a straight attitude. Feeding him a few bugs not even flinching when one tried to crawl out, even though they knew not to fuck with you right now. “We are never going to that PetSmart again.” Then it clicked, that's where Toji recognised him. The cashier there, his face was so plain no wonder it didn't ring a bell.

It was pitiable watching you mope around the apartment even wearing shorts, they must have really pissed you off. One thing he also noticed is that when you were done feeding him you didn't close the lip all the way leaving a small gap that he could escape out of.

Making your way back into your room playing a show on your surround sounds probably just letting it become background noise he could hear the slightest sound of you snoring. As much as it sucks to make his grand escape while you were grieving your crush, he had things he needed to do. Yours would be temporary, his condition however may become permanent if he doesn't do something about it.

It was easy getting out, his feet and hands easily gripped onto the glass as he climbed out. It felt weird being out of the cage for so long, it was freeing. This would be his first time coming this far into the home, sneaking under the door into your room where you slept. Approaching your body you had drool spilling out in the corner of your mouth, even ditched the shorts. He had to make this quick if it failed then he was fucked.

Landing on your chin, he brought his mouth to your sleeping one, not much he could really expect to touch lips. He stood there for a minute or so, but nothing happened. He didn't feel any different, no magical sparkles transforming him. Nothing.

He fell on your lower face, and he would be stuck like this. It was hopeless, he would need to get used to listening to you talking about getting fucked or getting fucked for the rest of his life. At least it was free, not a dime coming out of his account- his account. He still didn't get paid, that asshat is running amok thinking Toji let him off scotch free with a free hit.

He was so fucked.

He laughed to himself thinking about how he got himself here. At least it felt nice being skin to skin with you finally, he hates being so slimy all the time, now he got some air to dry up. He was just going to lie there until you realised and would take him back to the tank, maybe you would bring him into your room at some point. Until you started groaning, and struggling underneath him.

“Get off, you're heavy,” you grumbled, still half asleep. Toji obeyed, moving over onto the other side, his body weight making the bed bounce a bit on his side. Wait, body weight! Snapping up, Toji looked at his hands, flesh, veins, and actual fingers. It worked! Quickly grabbing clothing from your drawers, everything being way too small but he couldn't walk out bare naked, he would find himself in a different kind of jail. He really didn't feel like dealing with cops right now either.

The moonlight graced his skin in its glow, and he felt renewed. He was a man on a mission, first, he needed to pay a visit to that geezer who hired him in the first place.

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10 days

Jinshi has been gone for 10 days now. You've tried searching everywhere for him, but nothing. You were heartbroken, you thought you were finally getting somewhere with him. He was hostile the first few weeks but he eventually started letting you touch him. Now he is gone, maybe forever.

You still kept his food, in hopes he would come back eventually but then you hated having to look at it. All it reminded you of was Jinshi. You could only hope he was doing good, finding happiness elsewhere if it wasn't with you. You hadn't streamed since he left, the vibe just wasn't right and to be honest, you were getting quite bored with your current content. Scrolling through your emails you saw brand offers and product testing but a certain email caught your eye. Another creator was offering to partner with you on each other's streams.

You hadn't thought about having someone else on stream with you, perhaps that's what you needed. The streamer wasn't exactly your type, he reminded you of Jeremiah, fucking bitch. Just thinking about him made you mad, he hyped himself up only to do that shit to you. You thought it was cute how he watched your streams, but it became too much when that was all he talked about. Couldn't even fuck you right. A tried and true, two-pump chump.

It had been even quieter without Jinshi, although he was very quiet, his presence filled the empty space of your large penthouse. It got lonely sometimes, with no one else to talk to you decided perhaps it was time to say hello to your awaiting viewers.

Setting up you only wore a simple tank top and some shorts, nothing dressed up. They want you to take it off anyway, not that you were mad. Going naked in your apartment was normal, you only wore a shirt sometimes because you felt bad for Jinshi having to watch you naked. The stream started up, your regulars coming in fast. Streaming fed your ego graciously making you feel less lonely than you were.

“Hey, did you miss me? Oh, thank you DigimonMaster66 for the 5,000 coins." Some comments were asking how you were doing other more graphic things about wanting you to take your clothes off. “You always know how to make my day!” The guy was a whale spending almost 8 thousand dollars per stream and that doesn't even include private tips and chats. The most was 15 thousand and that was a few months ago when you cosplayed as his favorite digimon on stream. He was truly your favorite, others tried topping him but no one could.

“Oh, welcome SSKiller0T, oh…oh my gosh. Thank you!” Your mood was instantly improved when you received the 20,000 coins, someone knows how to enter a stream. Today you didn't plan on doing anything, just talking, viewers who have seen you before understood, others maybe not.

“Actually I am pretty sad. Jinshi, my frog, ran away. I am just so upset. We were doing so well, and even worse this guy I was talking to couldn't satisfy me.” You were leaning way into this bit, being dramatic enough for your viewers to feel bad. If they were still going to jerk off, you might as well give them a voice to do it with. “You ruined me for everyone else, now I can only get off with you.” That rubbed your viewers the right way because the gifts were coming in, even getting a notification that someone brought an item off your wishlist. If you were going to grieve the loss of your pet then at least you could profit off of it, maybe use it to hire a team to find him.

“SSKiller0T, you're really going in it today. Who knows, if you do good I might add you to my sweethearts list." He was constantly donating, making his presence known. Even your top-gifter was noticing and was trying to “up” him in tips. Who were you to stop friendly competition, all it was doing was filling your pockets.

You let them battle it out while you spoke to your other viewers, asking about them and what they would like to see. Knowing it would most likely be the next stream. All of it was clique stuff, they usually said this stuff. “Actually I was thinking of starting an OnlyFans, so then you guys could see me and not miss a stream. I will still stream but it's good for people who are in a different time zone or working hard for me.” It was just a suggestion but the comments seemed to enjoy the idea immensely. Flooding your comments with yeses.

“Okay then sounds like a deal then, I'll let you go now. I have work to do!” Waving goodbye you need the stream quickly. As expected DigimonMaster66 was your top-gifted but only by 1 coin. How petty. However, the newcomer came a close second. They were 10,000 coins away from breaking your 70,000 coin record. Not too shabby for someone who has joined your stream for the first time. Hopefully, he would be back in the next stream.

Getting to work you spent the next few days filming content for your new OnlyFans. Most of it would be uploaded so you wanted at least a week's worth of content for the page. It felt different not filming in front of an audience, hopefully, they would like the change.

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You really missed Jinshi, out of habit you would let your presence be known when coming home but there was no one else with you anymore. “Jinshi I'm home!” you said in vain. Sometimes you hoped to see him where you found him on your windowsill. Unfortunately for you, there was a weirdo following you outside the shop, you noticed him in the store following you out. You picked up your pace debating calling an Uber but you didn't want this freak following you. Staying in the busier streets hoping that would deter him but he came up to tap your shoulder.

You yelped in fear, your hand instinctively reaching for the pepper spray. “It's you, I knew you looked familiar but it really is you!” The man looked at you with a relieved look on his face as he grabbed you by the shoulders. Pulling the spray out of your bag you had it almost out till a man came up behind him pulling him away from you.

“Watch the fuck out, loser.” The man was much bigger than the guy who approached you. Pushing him out of the way, he looked between you and the staring passersby he ran away in the opposite direction. “You alright?” your mysterious savior asked, bringing his attention to you.

You nodded, thanking him profusely for helping you. Although you planned on peppering the fuck out of the asshole either method worked. At least one saves you a trip to the police station. He was hot, like really hot. Offering to walk you back home you accepted letting the handsome stranger walk with you home.

Other than his pretty face he wasn't a half bad talker either, listening to you rant about anything. It was nice, and reminded you of your sweet Jinshi. The scar on the corner of his lip garnered your attention making you wonder what could have happened. It was a little sexy, made you wonder what it would feel like on your lips.

His presence was comforting and familiar even though you had never met him before. You're sure you would remember him if you'd met before. When he laughed at your jokes your face would heat up, the arm he had on the small of your back didn't help much either.

At your apartment you expected him to leave at the entrance but he followed you upstairs, maybe you should have stopped him but at your door, you shyly kissed him on the corner of his mouth where his scar was at. You didn't want your interaction to end here. Something about him made you want to invite him in, even if he was a stranger you'd never met before.

No risk, no reward, right?

“You're so tight, baby, no one's treating you like you should, are they?” he cooed fingers curled up inside your walls. Leading him into your apartment you expected him to get straight to business for a quick fuck but after spending so much time running his mouth up and down your body he was being patient.

You shook your head, your back arching off of the bed as the pads of his fingers pressed into the g-spot. Once finding it he didn't leave it alone, pistoning his fingers inside of you at a delicious speed. His palm is flat against your clit making you closer and closer. Bringing his mouth to your nipple, twirling his tongue around the bud. “Doing so good, don't cum just yet,” he ordered taking as much of your tit into his mouth. You nodded a little out of it, all you needed was to cum.

Rolling your hips to meet his fingers, he smelled good. If he is this good at fingering you couldn't wait to get him inside of you, put Jeremiah to shame with his sorry ass. Changing your position he brought you to his lap, your body facing the already set up camera. You don't remember leaving it there, hopefully your guest didn't mind.

“Password?”

“What?” You focused your eyes on his hands opening your laptop, opening it right to your streaming page. “How-” you yelped as his fingers hit that sweet spot again. He repeated himself again, sucking hickies on your neck. Naturally, you rocked your ass against his hard cock, the imprint was big. You wanted it inside.

“I thought you missed me? Don't want to show your viewers your sweet frog anymore?” Like ice dumped on your head, you froze up, snapping your head behind you towards him. He had a smug grin on his face, the scar following his lips.

“What a-are you talking about?” trying to form coherent sentences but it just felt so good. He went on to describe things you only told to the frog going into graphic detail about your daily life, how you talked to him, and how terrible your last hookup went. It was ridiculous, the man with his fingers 6 inches deep inside of you was your pet, your frog that ran away. “That makes no sense.”

“Don't worry about it, we have all the time in the world for that baby,” he said, kissing your cheek, like you were under a trance you shakily typed in your password. The page opened to your dashboard. Navigating to set up for streaming, your camera was connected making it easier to click play. “You read my mind, good job.” he rewarded you by letting you ride up that high you were chasing. Walls clutching around his digits as you came.

“Say hi,” still intoxicated from your orgasm you wave lazily to the camera. The comments were flooded especially with the abrupt stream. Spreading his fingers toward the camera gooey clear fluids coating them, he sucked them dry groaning at the taste.

You exceeded his expectations greatly, all the times he imagined what you would taste like didn't compare to this. It was addictive. It was almost worth being stuck as a frog for a month and a half. Almost worth watching sorry losers jerk off to what they wish they could have. He simply wanted to show them what they would never have. You cried when his hand came down to lightly slap your pussy bringing your attention back to him, the gifts were already coming in. The loud chimes are adding to your arousal.

“You see how wet she got, soaking my pants.” There was a large dark spot where your cunt leaked, the comments were crazy asking for a close-up or begging to edge you. “No, no, she needs to be filled up.” He shook his head, lifting your body so that he could take off his sweatpants. Nodding you pressed a finger to your hole a string of clear fluid followed. Holding you up the tip kissed your clit as he rubbed it across. He was soaking his cock with your lips, you whined each time he missed the entrance dragging out each action.

“Fill me up, please.”

“Toji,” he whispered in your ear, the head of his cock slamming into you. You gasped for air holding onto whatever to keep you grounded. It did take long for him to bottom out. His arms were still holding you up, keeping you from getting all of him. Giving just enough time to adjust he lifted you up thrusting back inside. His calloused finger rubbed your clit making the filthy squelching in the room even louder.

It was too much, drool was starting to fall from your mouth. Unable to close your mouth to be quiet, if your neighbors didn't hear you before they were definitely hearing you now. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, each thrust he would go deep till you could see the faint bulge of his cock poking through your stomach.

“You see that, all me right there,” you screamed when his palm pressed down on it as he continued fucking you dumb. Whatever he did to turn back you wished he had done it earlier, all this time with him and you were missing out on dick like this.

Feeling that familiar coil grow in your core, you kissed Toji's chin, which was soft. Hickies started to bloom in the places you sucked at, leaving your own mark on him. Who knows if he runs away again?

Shattering your body leaned forward your toes curling inwards. “S-slow down.” You bit your lip, his pace didn't slow chasing his own orgasm. You tried to push back but his stronghold on you prevented you from doing so.

“Where ya’ want it?” he gripped your thighs, drawing sweet moans from your throat. His voice was low and raspy, pulling you further into him.

“You did say you needed to fill me up,” you tried holding on feeling another orgasm coming on. “Don't go back on your word.” he let out a low grunt one arm taking both of your legs to hold you up. Grabbing you by the cheeks squishing them roughly, forcing you to look into your laptop and the scene.

You almost forgot about your audience, drowning out the notifications too distracted by Toji.

Slamming you down on his cock he moaned loudly into your neck his seed painting your walls white. Twitching you hadn't even realized you came, the sheets below you thoroughly soaked in your release. Even the laptop screen was wet.

Lifting your head up making you look straight into the camera. Seed leaking onto the sheets, and your eyes rolled in the back of your head. “Sorry ass Jeremiah and Digi- whatever the fuck his corny ass name is, wish they had you like this,” he growled stuffing his cock impossibly deeper.

“You do, you do Toji,” you yelped, looking toward the laptop at him, that alone was making him get hard again.

“That's right.” he grinned, biting your neck, there was a red mark, any harder it would've drawn blood. It hurt like a bitch but somehow you didn't mind it. Even after insulting your top gifter, a tip came in from DigimonMaster66. “You don't remember your manners now?”

“Thank you, D-DigimonMaster66!”

“That's my girl, now bend over, gotta make up for all those times you teased me.”

Roughly pushing your head into the mattress with an oof, not one did his cock leave your insides. Sucking him back in each time his hips even threatened to leave you. In your bliss, you didn't hear him say something to you earning a hard slap on the ass.

His hand left a red handprint on your left ass cheek, burning substantially. “You like that?”

Slap!

“Don't just nod, let me hear you.”

“Yes,” you choked out your hands reaching for the edge of the bed for balance. The sheet was starting to come off, not giving you much grip on it. “I love it!”

Rubbing his hand up your spine, feeling each ridge. Toji pulled out, cock wet in your mixed fluids, he rubbed it against your ass smearing the liquids. Your hole clenched around nothing, the loss of his dick making you whine. Arching your back deeper, looking back at him, he was admiring his work. Marveling at your wrecked hole.

“Take a picture, it'll last longer-” pulling you by the hair, so your face was in frame. He was too tall so it only showed his traps and below. Thrusting back into you, not giving you a chance to breathe. His thrusts were hard, the skin to skin echoing throughout the room. The force rocked your body forward.

“Fuckin- attitude.” Letting your hair go you tried pulling back from his hips but he grabbed your neck. Similar to a warning his hand only sat that daring you, ‘run from it and watch what happens.’ Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, it was all so much. You would have never thought Toji would be so rough in bed, maybe it was your punishment for bringing another man over. To be fair you thought he was just a really cute frog, not a really hot guy who happened to be turned into a frog.

“Smart ass mouth of yours, suck.” Opening your mouth wide he stuck two on his fingers in your mouth. Mimicking how you would around his cock you took them as deep as he would allow. He groaned, throwing his head slightly back as you moaned around his digits. “Eyes up, princess.”

Looking back at the camera, you were sure you looked a mess, much different than how you started earlier. Tear-stained cheeks, running mascara, hair messy from his rough handling, and lip-bitten lips. Your audience was loving it though, probably the most wrecked they have ever seen you. “Oh- don't stop, yes there, oh my god.” You cried his fingers releasing from your mouth to let you breathe. His balls slapping at your clit, was the perfect combination to your euphoria.

His grip on your throat tightened, restricting some of your airway, and your eyes were starting to roll back no matter how much you tried to keep your eyes on the camera. It was too good, you felt like you were losing your mind.

Your body jerked instinctively pulling away from cock when you came, it earned you a slap on the ass making you cum even harder. “T-toji, too much,” you begged in choked sobs. Your pussy was becoming numb and the constant stimulation was overwhelming.

“I'm almost there, hold on just a bit longer,” he said sweetly, removing his hand from your throat to your hips. His controlled thrusts turned erratic as he chased his orgasm, you were definitely going to have bruises by the morning but they would be so worth it.

With a loud groan, he came inside you. He stayed inside for a moment before pulling out, cum dripping out of your hole. You shivered at the sensation, your knees were starting to give out so you lay flat on your stomach.

Rubbing on the globes of your ass, you could feel Toji getting hard, again?! What the hell is with his stamina? Still catching your breath you turned over a bit to look at him, ugh he was so sexy.

“Give me a minute,” your refractory period wasn't that long but you still needed a moment to get feeling back in your lower half.

“Take your time, like I said we have all the time in the world.”

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sukuna eating you out with his stomach mouth while you suck him off cw: 18+ mdni, cunnilingus, blow job, 69

Sukuna had you whining, squirming as you sat atop his abdomen, the monstrous tongue from the mouth on his belly lapping enthusiastically at your pussy. You were facing away from him, not allowed to gaze upon him right now, not when you were being punished.

It felt like you’d been at this for ages, slick with both your own juices and his saliva, stomach tightening in desperation for relief. But he wasn’t keen on giving it to you. He knew your limits well, and each time he felt you dangling on the precipice he pulled you right back, withdrawing his tongue and letting you feel his absence, waiting for you to beg him to continue.

And beg you did, because Sukuna was completely in control here. Even as his wife you weren’t his equal, he owned you, was free to play with you in any way that he saw fit. And right now he wanted you to suffer, wanted to punish you for smiling at one of his stupid advisers in the throne room.

You were just being polite, but that wasn’t how Sukuna saw it. No, it was important that he put you in your place, reminded you that the only person you should be smiling at was him.

Sukuna’s tongue was pressing at your opening, a soft cry leaving your lips as his big hands on your hips forced you down onto the tip of it, the stretch making your eyes water.

“That’s it woman, take it for me.”

You whimpered at his words, the praise sending more slick dripping down your thighs as he buried his tongue deeper into you, lifting you a little and dropping you back down on it a few times, laughing at the feeling of you tightening around him in need only for him to pull back once more, your pathetic little cry of frustration making him harder than ever.

His cocks were leaking precum at this point, desperate for attention. The enjoyment of seeing you all riled up almost had him giving up on this little game, the more animalistic side of him desperate to press you down into the sheets and fuck buckets of cum into you until you were begging him to stop.

But he needed to be patient, because you’d like that too much, and he was supposed to be punishing you.

“Want me to let you cum, whore?” He asked, gripping your hair harshly and tugging your head back, voice rasping against your ear as he sat up a little.

“Please- I promise I’ll be good Kuna, please.”

He chuckled at how well you’d taken to begging, always adoring the sound of that pretty voice asking him for more. And to think you’d been so terrified of him when you’d first met, look how far you’d come - completely drunk on him.

“Mmm, how about you prove it?” With his free hand he reached around to his cocks, presenting them to you. “Get sucking, little whore.”

You leant forward, hands bracing against his thighs for balance for a moment, before wrapping your fingers around his lower cock. You were always a little daunted at the prospect of taking him in your mouth, but still willing to give it your best shot.

You gave the top cock a few kitten licks, the taste of Sukuna’s salty pre-cum filling your mouth, before steeling yourself and wrapping your lips around his girthy member. As soon as you’d taken him into your mouth he let out a satisfied hum and continued to lap at your pussy with his stomach mouth, the sensation sending a shiver through your body.

“Shit, that’s itttt.” He purred, enjoying the sight of you bent forward in front of him like this, your ass on full display to him as he watched you work his cock down your throat.

Your lips on his cock had him feeling like he was in heaven, the sensation of your tongue skimming along the underside of his shaft was otherworldly. He was so proud of just how well, how deep, you managed to take him now, letting out a groan as he felt his tip graze the back of your throat.

You were jerking his other cock quickly with your hand, careful to ensure that you were giving it the attention it deserved. It was your job to ensure that you were always worshipping both cocks - Sukuna had punished you in the past for forgetting such a thing.

He still had two hands on your hips, grinding you against his tongue, laughing at the way that your whole body was shaking with each pass of the wet appendage. He could feel your mouth constricting around him, saliva dripping down his shaft as you struggled to stay focussed.

“Feel good, whore? Wanna cum?”

You let out a sound around his cock, but it was totally unintelligible. He knew that it was a yes, but he wasn’t going to let you get off that easily.

“What was that? Didn't quite hear you.”

This time your please came out with much more clarity. Still garbled around his cock, but loud and desperate enough that he knew exactly what you wanted.

“Make me cum then.” He hissed, and you let out a little noise of desperation but it was clear that you were doubling down on your efforts, swirling your tongue around his tip, bobbing your head faster up and down his cock, adjusting your hand movements to match your head.

You were doing such a good job and it had him spilling into you in no time, emptying one cock deep into your throat while the other released all over your face, coating you in his cum. It was a sight that he loved to see, proof that you were his.

“Good girl.” He praised gently as you swallowed his load like an obedient little pet, bringing one of his hands round to play with your clit now that you’d given him what you wanted, fingers and tongue working at your pussy in tandem until he sent you screaming over the edge, coming undone completely on top of him.

He didn’t give you a moment of respite before he was pushing you off him, driving his cock deep into you as he shoved you down into the sheets.

“Stay still, whore. I’m not done with you yet.”

a/n: hope you enjoyed this piece that’s been sat in my drafts for ages <3

sweet tooth enjoyers I hope to have a new chapter with you halfway through next week but I’m having a rough time rn so we’ll see how it goes!

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firefoxkairan · 11 hours ago

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damn

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firefoxkairan · 11 hours ago

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˗ˏˋ🏍️ ─── REAL PEOPLE DO (YES, THIS IS REAL) .ᐟ ˎˊ˗

jason todd x fem!reader . . every day texts with gotham's resident anti-hero .ᐟ smau.

note: it's very hard for me to write for jason because of how complex he is as a character, although i hope i've done him justice because i do love him so ☹️

content: petnames as per ush (sweetheart, doll, baby, pretty), yearning jason, hurt (?) / comfort if you squint, ignore the timestamps in the left corner!

🏷️: @dulcet-aurora because i know you were looking forward to this 😚 if anyone else would like to be added to get tagged to any of my work send me an ask!!

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─── reblogs with tags are much appreciated 💝

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firefoxkairan · 11 hours ago

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sex pollen is an integral part of the fanfiction ecosystem but i just don't think poison ivy would make anything that encourages procreation of even more humans. unless she figures out how to make the sex pollen same-sex specific or fertility-negating she's not making it at all. #philosophical

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firefoxkairan · 11 hours ago

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it’s soooo hard to find a fic with good argument dialogue and your nightwing fic did it perfectly i was literally gagged !!! i would love if you wrote a bit more about the hooking up with jason part too 👀👀👀👀😛😛😛😛

a/n: I want you to know that I was giggling and kicking my feet reading this ask, thank youuu - yknow what they always say, ask you shall recieve 😛

flashback drabble for this

c/w: nsfw, 18+ minors DNI, some angst, some comfort, this time dick grayson gets cucked 😹

w/c: 1.5k (got a little carried away there oopise)

jason todd x fem!reader

Jason’s pace is punishing, relentless, and you think you might come from this alone.

If you close your eyes and tune out his grunts, you can almost pretend. Pretend the man getting you off is leaner, softer, and so much gentler. You can pretend the hands gripping your hips were slender, hewn by years of fighting, but still tender on your skin.

Jet black hair, but long and unruly instead of short and cropped, blue eyes still just as icy, but at least he looks at you like he loves you when he fucks you.

When he hits that spot again, you almost moan Dick’s name, but you recover quickly, pulling him down in a rough kiss that almost breaks the unforgiving pace he was setting with his hips.

Your nails are digging into the muscled skin of his back, his hips slamming against yours with every thrust, and Jason is sure he'll regret this tomorrow.

You really hadn't meant for this to happen.

You’d come to Jason’s upset and unfocused, singularly focused on getting as far away from Dick as possible.

So, of course, you do the only reasonable thing and leave Blüdhaven entirely in hopes of escaping your now-ex-boyfriend.

If Jason knew what had happened between you and his brother when he opens the door to his apartment, he didn’t comment on it. But Jason was nothing if not perceptive, and you were sure he would figure it out soon enough.

Ironically, it was also raining that day you’d left Dick’s, forcing you to show up on his doorstep, dripping all over his welcome mat like a wet cat in need of shelter.

“Why aren’t you at Dick’s. It's pouring.” Jason is direct, more of a statement than a question, arms crossed over his chest, as he surveys you suspiciously

“Thanks, Captain Obvious. Are you just gonna stand there and let me freeze to death, or are you gonna let me in?”, you say, arms wrapped around your form. You’re hoping the rain on your face and bite in your tone conceal the fact that you’d been crying.

Jason’s eyes narrow imperceptibly, and for a brief second, you think he’s going to tell you to fuck off and slam the door in your face. But he rolls his eyes as he opens the door wider and gestures for you to come in.

You walk into his foyer and stop at the entrance into the living room, watching as he disappears farther into his apartment.

You’re alone for a minute, standing and shivering in the cool of his apartment. You’re about to call for him when he reenters, towel in hand.

“Bathroom’s down the hall to the left. There’s some dry clothes for you in there too”, he says, holding out the towel

You don’t thank him as you take the towel, too focused on getting to the bathroom to peel the wet clothes off your skin and shower.

When you re-emerge, showered and warmer, you’re wearing a baggy shirt that you assume is Jason’s and women’s shorts that he most definitely got from a previous hookup.

He’s at the kitchen stove making something, and when he turns around, he’s holding a Superman mug filled with hot lavender tea. He gestures for you to sit at the kitchen counter, placing the mug gently in front of you when you're settled.

“Are you gonna tell me why you’re here now?”

You don’t answer, instead bringing the mug he placed down to your lips.

He doesn’t push you, so unlike Dick, who was never good at letting things go when it came to you.

He just watches you quietly, furrow in his brow, as he waits for you to answer.

You opt to ask him a question instead.

“Did you know Dick fucked Barbara?”

The surprise that flashes on his face tells you he didn’t, but he quickly schools his face back to impassiveness.

“Is that why you’re here?” he asks, his fingers twitching on the counter imperceptibly.

You ignore him again, eyes turned down as you take another sip of your rapidly cooling tea.

When you put down the mug, you finally look up at him, letting the steam curl between you both.

“We had an argument,” You say, fingers tracing the rim of the mug. Your eyes drop again, voice getting softer. “I didn’t want to be alone.”

“So you came here?” Jason asks again.

Your eyes narrow as you quickly look up at him, pushing the mug away and crossing your arms.

“Is that a problem…”

He shakes his head and barks out a short laugh, though there’s no mirth in his tone.

He looks up then, blue eyes boring into yours like he’s searching for an answer.

“No, V, I’m just wondering why you chose me.”

You take a few beats, silent for a moment as he scrutinizes you.

“You’ve been my closest friend for seven years”, you reply, hands returning to the mug to give them something to do.

He’s smiling that smile again, the one without any humor.

“Not since you started dating Dick.”

This time, you flinch, letting the statement land as you purse your lips.

Jason had come into your life when you first became a vigilante, met him as Robin when both of you were fourteen, then again at seventeen when he became the Red Hood.

By the time Jason returned from the dead, you were already dating his brother, two years enough of an eternity to mourn, recover, and move on for both of you.

It was always like this with you and Jason -the push and pull of your relationship like a moonlit ocean tide.

When you and Dick were on, Jason was a shadow to you, relegated to once-a-month phone calls and the occasional hangout.

When you were off, Jason was no longer a shadow. You’d take him off the dust-covered shelf, running back to him like nothing had changed, like you hadn’t not spoken to him in three weeks.

He knew it wasn’t personal. He understood the cost of the vigilante life better than most, but it didn't make it sting any less.

It sucked, yes, but Jason would take what he got from you, even if it was scraps.

He knew you needed him, so he’d let you come back, again and again, hoping that one of these times would stick.

And Dick, well… Dick’s relationship with his brother was complicated, strained by his death and subsequent resurrection as the Red Hood.

He knew Dick was a good guy. He was a great leader, an amazing brother, and a reliable friend. Everyone knew this. But none of that really mattered if you were a shit boyfriend.

Dick had never made you mad enough to come to Jason’s apartment this late, though.

“That’s not fair to say,” you say, though you’re not looking at him anymore.

“Isn’t it?” He challenges, arms leaving the counter to settle at his side

“Dick and I are done, Jason”, you say firmly, resolve steepled in your tone. “For real this time.”

“Really.” Another statement-question, one he asks because you know he doesn’t believe you.

“Yes. Really.” You say as you stand, moving to his side of the counter to dump the now-cold tea into the sink.

He’s facing you now as he laughs, low and mean, and you think you want to hit him. He would dodge it, of course, but you still want to.

He crosses his arms and leans against the counter, more on your level as he holds your eyes with his own.

“Prove it.”

You don’t even really know how it happened, but before you can process, you’re pulling Jason in to kiss you, hands fisted in his black shirt.

For the second time today, you think he’ll reject you, push you away, and tell you to stop, but he only responds by deepening the kiss, tilting his head to adjust his angle.

He kisses you hot and soft, hands moving over your body to pull you impossibly closer. Tongue moving against yours to say all the things he’s never been brave enough to voice.

His hands are on your hips next, raising you to sit on the counter and moving between your legs, one hand moving to grip the underside of your thigh.

He’s breathing hard when he pulls away for air, eyes unfocused and lust-blown.

He brings his hands back to your hips, fingers digging in to steady himself.

His touch isn’t soft—but it hesitates. Like he knows exactly what this is, and hates himself for not stopping it.

“We shouldn’t do this now, not when-”

“Jason, please.” Your voice is small, hands still fisted in the front of his shirt. “I just-“, you're stumbling over your words now, mind a bit scrambled, “I need to forget.”

You take another deep breath, regaining your bearings, “Just for a little while.

You feel more than see the resolve cement in him then, lips thinning as he makes up his mind.

He was never really good at saying no to you.

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The Cat’s Already Out of the Bag

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

You never asked much of Jason. Not when it came to his past, not when it came to his scars, and definitely not when it came to the people who shared his blood or masked identities. He told you stories in pieces when he wanted to, in that gruff, careful way he had when he was testing how much of himself he could give without bleeding out. You loved him for it. Loved him in a way that didn’t require explanations or family dinners or Sunday brunches at a mansion.

You introduced him to your mom, to your closest friends. He grumbled, grinned through his teeth, and held your hand the whole time. That was enough.

And so, when he hesitated every time you brought up his family, you let it drop. You weren’t trying to be the girl who needed to be shown off like a trophy. He'd been through hell, and if you were his safe place now, you’d stay that way.

But life, as it turned out, had a stupid sense of humor.

It started at an animal shelter. You’d gone in looking for a cat. Something scrappy, a little moody, something like Jason, if you were being honest. You were crouched in front of a cage when a sharp voice behind you said, “That one is known to bite.”

You turned and saw a kid. Eleven, maybe twelve. Dark hair, posture like he owned the building. His arms were crossed, and he was staring at you like you were in his way.

“Oh?” you smiled. “Well, biting is a love language.”

He blinked. “That is an unhealthy relationship dynamic.”

You laughed, and he tilted his head, like he hadn’t expected that. You ended up chatting as you filled out the forms for adoption. Apparently, he volunteered here to supervise the treatment of the animals. He helped you choose a different cat (“less feral, still appropriately antisocial”), and when he left, he said, “Damian Wayne,” with a slight bow of his head, as if he expected you to already know the name.

You introduced yourself too, completely unaware.

The next was a woman on your train. There was some commotion, guy yelling at a kid, getting too close, too loud, and you got up without thinking, inserting yourself between them before your heart could catch up to your body. The man backed off. You didn’t realize someone else had also intervened until the kid ran off and the stranger beside you murmured, “That was reckless.”

You turned to look at her. Short, dark bobbed hair, sharp, amused eyes.

“Maybe,” you said, breathless. “But it worked.”

She nodded. “Still. You should be careful.”

“You too.”

She smirked. “Always am.”

You learned her name after a few more stops. Cassandra. She helped you find your phone when it slipped under the seat and then vanished when you looked up again.

You ran into Tim at a bookstore, both of you reaching for the same obscure sci-fi novel. You were quick to give it up, but he insisted you take it. You ended up swapping numbers just to geek out about the author later. You didn’t think it weird until weeks later when you realized he never mentioned a last name.

And Dick? You met Dick when you locked your keys in your car and he helped you break into it. You didn’t know who he was until he laughed a little too confidently as he handed your bag back through the cracked window. “Lucky for you, I’ve got a history of breaking and entering,” he’d joked.

“Not sure if I should thank you or report you.”

“I’d recommend neither.”

By the time you met Bruce at a charity gala your boss dragged you to, you were starting to think the universe was playing a prank. He’d spilled his drink on you. Actually spilled it. Then offered his own handkerchief, old-fashioned as hell.

“I’m so sorry,” he’d said. “Are you alright?”

You nodded, a little stunned. “I’m just relieved it wasn’t red wine.”

“Bruce Wayne,” he said.

Of course he was.

You gave your name with a smile that felt like a secret, like the final piece of a very stupid puzzle slotting into place.

Weeks passed. Jason didn’t notice, and you didn’t tell him. How could you? You weren’t trying to meet them. And it wasn’t like they knew who you were. Just some girl with a stubborn cat, an affinity for sci-fi novels, and a habit of helping people.

But eventually, Jason came home one night, stood in the kitchen rubbing the back of his neck, and said, “I think it’s time.”

You looked up from the pan. “Time?”

“To meet the family.”

You blinked. “Seriously?”

He nodded, eyes cautious. “They’ve been asking. I’ve been…holding off. But I want them to meet you.”

You almost laughed. But you didn’t. You just smiled and said, “Okay.”

Wayne Manor looked exactly how you imagined it would: big, brooding, and probably haunted.

Jason squeezed your hand on the way in. You squeezed back. He looked nervous, like he was preparing for a fight.

You walked into the grand room, and...

“Oh, no,” you whispered.

Because Damian was staring at you like you’d grown a second head.

Cass's brows shot up.

Tim nearly dropped his glass.

Dick let out a sharp laugh. “You’re the girlfriend?!”

Jason turned like a dog hearing an intruder.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered. “Don't tell me you know each other.”

“I...well, not all at once,” you said quickly. “It just sort of…kept happening.”

Jason blinked at each of them in turn. “You didn’t mention this?”

“They didn’t know I was your girlfriend,” you said, trying not to laugh.

“And you didn’t think to tell me you met my entire family?!”

You shrugged helplessly. “I thought it’d weird you out.”

Bruce entered the room then, paused mid-step, and said, “You.”

You waved. “Hi, Bruce.”

Jason looked like he might implode. “You met my father?”

You stepped beside him, slid your arm around his waist. “Surprise?”

He stared at you, speechless. And then he laughed. Loud, full-bodied, beautiful. You hadn't heard him laugh like that in weeks.

“Well,” he said, tugging you closer. “I guess the cat’s out of the bag.”

Damian snorted. “Literally.”

Jason groaned. “This family is cursed.”

But his hand never left yours. Not once.

Jason had barely stepped out onto the balcony when he heard the door creak open behind him. He didn’t need to turn to know who it was. Only one of his brothers walked like he was trying not to wake a sleeping baby and get a standing ovation for it.

Dick Grayson. Golden boy. Gotham’s favorite acrobat.

“I’m not gonna give you the talk,” Dick said.

Jason smirked. “You sure? You’ve been practicing it since I was fifteen.”

Dick chuckled and leaned against the railing beside him. “Nah. Figured someone else would get to it before me. Tim’s already making a PowerPoint, probably. And Damian’s writing a list of interview questions.”

“God help me.”

They stood in silence for a moment, the wind brushing through the trees below, the faint clink of laughter and cutlery drifting out through the open window. You were still inside with Cass and Alfred. Jason could hear your voice. Soft, casual. You fit in like you were born to.

“So,” Dick said eventually, nudging him with his shoulder. “How long?”

“Over a year,” Jason said.

Dick turned. “Seriously?”

Jason nodded. “Moved in together a few months ago.”

There was a pause. “Jay…”

“If you’re about to ask why I didn’t tell anyone, save it,” Jason cut in, voice lower. “She’s not…this isn’t like before.”

“I know,” Dick said, without hesitation. “I know that. That’s why I’m here.”

Jason glanced at him, surprised.

Dick shrugged. “You kept her away for a reason. I get that. But now that I’ve seen you together…”

He trailed off, searching for the words.

Jason helped him out. “It’s different.”

“Yeah,” Dick said quietly. “It really is.”

Jason leaned forward on his elbows. “She never asked for any of this. Not the Batcave, not the guilt. She just…makes space. You know?”

Dick nodded, slowly. “She didn’t flinch when Cass told that story about the broken jaw incident.”

“She laughed.”

“Exactly.”

Jason didn’t say anything for a while. Just let the weight of it settle in his chest, the kind of good weight that made you feel anchored, like maybe your feet belonged somewhere after all.

“Do you love her?” Dick asked, not with suspicion, but with a kind of quiet respect.

Jason didn’t answer right away.

He thought of the way you touched his hand when you thought no one was watching. The way you filled his apartment with warmth without even trying. The way you made the worst parts of him feel like they were still worth loving.

“Yeah,” he said finally. “I do.”

Dick smiled, a real one this time. “Then you did good, little brother.”

Jason rolled his eyes. “Don’t call me that.”

“No promises.”

They stood there together for another minute. No more questions, no more pressure. Just two brothers in the chill Gotham air, one of them finally realizing that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t alone anymore.

From inside, your laughter rang out again.

“I’m going back in,” Jason muttered.

“Yeah?” Dick smirked. “Can’t stand to be away from her for five minutes?”

Jason flipped him off as he pushed open the balcony door.

But the truth was…yeah. He couldn’t.

a/n: My spin on meeting the Wayne family. Um...Hi, fandom?

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