#also; suit jay! yes!!

[kraniumverse]

wow... he's come so far

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[reonagisolos]

not to cause any controversy or anything, but can I say that zane can and will rant about bread for 3 hours straight and eveyone will lsiten in pain because "bro what the fuck are you talking about" is their response to zane speaking about specific techniques on how to knead dough, and after which he will talk about the types of yeast (like the actual yeasts and not types for bakin) and how it contributed to making a loaf of bread rise.

Also applies to detectives and pirates

[kairoot]

𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍, Reaction To: Idol!S/o Getting a Revealing Outfit

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): none, just mentions of certain body parts because of the outfits :(. Some swearing (just small words like ‘hell’ and stuff :) ).

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 ?: no.

GIFS ARE NOT MINE!!

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆, He’s already upset at the fact that your company gave your group a sexy concept, and some of the members (including yourself) are still pretty young. But he got even more upset when he watched your stage and saw what the stylists gave you. Judging by the way you moved at certain parts in the choreography, he could tell you were obviously uncomfortable in the tight corset top. Trust and believe he was furious, when you got off the stage.

“Hi, Hee! You didn’t tell me you would-“

“Oh, no, no, no. What the hell is this? Baby, no.”

“Heeseung, what-“

“The top! I don’t like it, baby, why did they give that to you?!” Poor baby :( .

𝐉𝐀𝐘, was also furious. The red carpet that your group had to walk was placed outside, so of course it was freezing. ENHYPEN walked out, and then came your group. Jay didn’t even know what you were wearing until then, since he didn’t get to see you before the shows and all that. The dress that you wore was short with skinny straps, that barely covered your skin. Jay watched from the side as your group walked out, bowing towards seniors and dispatch. He noticed the way you walked and tried pulling the dress down to cover yourself. Not only was he angry because they gave you a ridiculously short dress, but the dress was not matched for the weather. He gives you his jacket after the event is over and everyone is going to eat out and celebrate. Oh, and he’s definitely gonna have a talk with the stylist and company.. Yikes.

“Oh my goodness, babe, take this.”

“Jay, don’t you need this?”

“Sweetheart, your dress is like 2 inches. Take the coat.”

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄, promised he would come watch your stage, and he did. He was so excited to see the dance and hear your verses, especially because you didn’t give him any spoilers, so he had no idea what the choreo was or what the song sounded like. But what he wasn’t excited to see was the short tube dress you were dressed in. Not only was it short, it was very tight. He noticed a difference in your dancing and knew it was because of that damn dressed. He’s definitely angry, but I think he’s more worried. He couldn’t help but get scared when you had to sway your hips in the choreo. The dress was risen up even more. Very demanding on getting you into something more comfortable, as soon as you get off of the stage.

“Jake, calm down I just got off the stage-“

“Sorry, sweets, but we gotta get you into somethin’ that’s not showing half of your ass.”

“I hate seeing you all uncomfortable and stuff.”

help him, he’s literally so worried :( .

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍, he likes the way you look, but he doesn’t like the way there are other who are looking at your body, in a way that they shouldn’t. You had a “water” or “swim” themed shoot for a magazine, which means you were in a bathing suit. The suit was beige with a cut out on the side of it, showing some of your stomach. Sunghoon came to the shoot to support you and to see what you do throughout your day. Like I said, he was very impressed with your look but he didn’t think it was appropriate since there were other men in the shooting room. He’s like possessive, but not in a toxic way. More like a “I want to protect you because I love you” way lol.

“Hi, baby- Is there something wrong?”

“Mm..”

“Sunghoon.”

“The suit.”

“Ohh. You like?”

“Mm, I do. But I don’t like those other men who keep looking.”

probably wraps his arms around you while you’re on break :(

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎, he’s so pouty :(. No because, why did your skirt have to be that short? Yes, you had safety shorts, but still! He was so upset cause he couldn’t do anything about it. He watched you prance around the stage, praying that the skirt would not show any of your goodies (💀). Luckily, nothing was shown, but he could still tell you were not comfortable. Like Jake, he’s very worried.

“Oh, bebs, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t like that!”

“Like that..? Like what, baby?”

“Your outfit.. I mean I do like it! But you looked so uncomfortable.. Hmph.” pouty ddeonu :(

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍, Your group was on an episode of Weekly Idol with ENHYPEN, so Jungwon was with you. Your top was cropped and had undone buttons on it, which exposed a bit too much. Jungwon noticed how uncomfortable you were when you had to jump for the game you were all playing. You tried to cover yourself by folding your arms over your chest, but it barely worked. Even though you two didn’t come out yet, he still offered his hoodie to you (one of your favorites), which made you look so tiny compared to the oversized cloth.

“Oh, Jungwon, you didn’t have to..”

“What? Of course I did, I love you and I hate seeing you like that.”

𝐍𝐈-𝐊𝐈, so pissed. Like, I’m not even kidding, dude is so irritated. Your award show stage was amazing, but Riki was fuming when he saw those tiny ass shorts the stylist gave you. The rest of your fit was beautiful. He was so anxious, but tried not to let it show. There was one point where the camera aimed in the wrong spot and I kid you not, mans almost screamed. His members noticed this and reassured him that nothing would happen. Luckily, nothing happened and the camera didn’t capture anything horrible. Expect him to have his hands around your waist after the show, so he can hide you :(

“Riki, are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“Why are you so clingy all of a sudden?”

“Babe, I don’t wanna anyone to see you like this.”

another worried one :(

[thesebookishdelights]

How ‘IRON WIDOW’ by Xiran Jay Zhao changed my reading experience

I’ll be straightforward: I’m in love with ‘Iron Widow’ since *checks notes* May, when I read it, and it’s now my life’s purpose to make everyone else as in love with it as I am. 

First of all, I’d like to say that I don’t usually consume media with sci-fi aspects, action, mecha suits, that kind of thing. I was a follower of Xiran and watched their videos analysing Asian (and Asian-inspired) media, such as Mulan, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Legend of Korra, Netflix’s Over The Moon etc. I also happen to find Xiran’s voice very soothing, so there’s that. So, when they mentioned that they were writing a book, I was interested, especially putting that it was polyamory and a historical reimagining. When I got around to requesting the publishers (thank you so much, Penguin Teen Canada!) for an ARC and reading it... well, it was just game changing. 

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to read a book with a love triangle that doesn’t end up with all of them in love with each other again. Of course, as a polyamory person, I’d already considered that as an option and I’d already asked (more like begged, actually) for more media with this concept, but I hadn’t actually seen it until now (I am going to need Tracy Deonn to follow in Xiran’s footsteps and make BreeSelNick endgame, by the way). I had considered it an option before, but since I’d never seen it happen, I unconsciously made myself believe that such a thing wasn’t allowed. ‘Iron Widow’ was here to tell me that it doesn’t matter if it’s allowed, because you can take it. I exist, and seeing myself represented is something I can claim as mine.

Another thing this book delivered flawlessly was unhinged women. The internet keeps talking about people written by men or by women, but I’m here for something else: people written by Xiran Jay Zhao. Wu Zetian wields her rage fearlessly, she’s shady and ruthless. Her moral compass is messy. I’ve waited for a character like her my whole life, but hadn’t known it until she’d been given to me on a silver platter. No, it’s better than that: given to me on a document sent to my e-mail, then to my Kindle, like most delightful things are. 

Not only did Xiran give me Wu Zetian, though, but on my Kindle silver platter, there was also Gao Yizhi and Li Shimin, her outstanding love interests. While Li Shimin fits the tormented bad boy criteria (but better, because that’s just what Xiran does, makes good things better), Gao Yizhi would fit the rich good boy one (yes, eat-the-rich-romantically trope!). But while he is kind and nice, we’re led to believe that there is something dark in him, though maybe his morals aren’t as messy as Zetian’s. Their dynamic can probably be described as Bonnie, Clyde, and their househusband. Perfection, truly. 

The plot is also marvellous, including the oppression at the core of the system, how dirty the powerful people play to get what they want, as well as realistic plot twists. Something I liked, too, was the way Xiran Jay Zhao dealt with the action in the book: I’m usually not all for action-packed books, but the way Xiran did it pulled me in. It’s intense and involves a lot of emotion, something that usually lacks action scenes (one of the reasons why I don’t like them all that much). 

The way trauma is handled in ‘Iron Widow’ is spectacular, too. There are all sorts of these included, from family trauma to ones caused by alcoholism (I’d disclose more on that, but I’m not sure how spoilery that would be), and it doesn’t show only the “pretty” part of it: we get to see the anger that’s so often played in a way as to make the traumatised person feel guilty and the lashing out. 

Besides, ‘Iron Widow’ has everything: hate-to-love? Yup. Friends to lovers? Absolutely! Fake dating/arranged marriage? You bet! Overthrowing the government? 100% yes! That’s basically the plot of the book. Femme fatale trope where a character seduces, then kills a man? Again, that’s basically the (initial) plot. Forbidden/secret relationship? Lots of it. Morally gray characters? Basically all of them are. Fighting while injured and not 100% healthy yet? Mhm. Intense fights with giant, magic mecha suits inspired by mythology? I got you (Xiran does, actually)! Plot twists? YES! One party of the relationship finding a way to help/save their loved one from a dangerous situation that was almost impossible to do so? Yes!!!! 

If all my gushing wasn’t enough for you to pre-order this book or add it on your TBR, then... get help. But fear not! Becuase I’ll definitely post more about this book! (Maybe not here on Tumblr, but I have an account on Twitter 100% dedicated to it, so...) Because I’m obsessed with it! ‘Iron Widow’ releases in NINE DAYS, on September 21st, so make sure to check it out! Or else Wu Zetian won’t come for you! And believe me, you want her to.

[beardedllamaoafwombat]

Headcanon's time

On missions that required knowledge of etiquette, they mainly sent Zane, Pixal and Kai.

Zane wondered why Dr. Julien never rubbed his chopsticks while eating, and after a week he knew exactly how to bow, controlled his voice volume and did not enter the house without slippers.

Cyrus Borg built etiquette into Pixal's memory, so she knew from birth how to behave in public.

Kai... In childhood, he and Nya often did not want to sleep, so their parents read them books that should not be interesting to children.

For example, the code of laws of Ninjago, the history of the sculpture of the Ancient Serpentine.

Or a book on etiquette.

Kai still remembers hugging the sleeping Nya and listening to his mother's calm voice explaining certain types of bows.

And after the disappearance of his parents, waiting for Nya in the forge, Kai read this book, in an attempt to spend time usefully. So he learned table etiquette, the rules of tea ceremonies, bows, a smile.

He even learned the rules for calculating at the box office.

And while working in the ninja team, together with Zane, they read books about etiquette in the city library.

The rest of the ninja didn't really like the rules of etiquette.

Jay was quite loud and gesticulated a lot, which was ignorance for high society people.

Cole hated suits. As a child, he often played hateful symphonies and cantatas in them, while his tie squeezed his throat and his jacket pressed against his muscles.

These moments are still in his nightmares.

Nya didn't want to wear dresses, heels, and follow absolutely all the rules of etiquette.

Yes, she had enough knowledge to complete the mission, but the inability to put her elbows on the table or relax her back - just no.

For this reason, Kai and Zane learned not only male but also female etiquette.

Lloyd and Jay still remember how Zane, in his perfect black tuxedo, held the hand of Kai, who was dressed in a red dress with gloves on his hands and a long wig.

[drunkjaked]

the way jay has this natural dominant aura about him oh lord im on my KNEES for him like that vlog!?!? ive never been more attracted to a man in my life tbh. the way he made the restaurant reservation (especially as a shy introvert myself, having him order and making reservations? dream come true), the rolled up sleeves and his calm mature nature and and and now i can't stop thinking abt how he has this non sexual but also kind of sexual dominance in his day to day activites with you; walking on the sidewalk and he moves you gently to the inner part while he walks on the outer part, cutting your food for you when youre out having dinner by yourselves or with friends (he WILL smirk and look at you a type of way when he hears your friends questioning to their own bfs why don't they do that for them), guiding you somewhere with his hand situated on your lower back like the list goes on and on and on

jay also seems like the type of person to be clingy to his s/o so hand on your thigh or around your waist always and constantly pressing small kisses to any accessible place on you when he thinks no one is looking, having you sit on his thighs, casually wrapping an arm around your shoulder while the other hooks around your front so his hands connect (can confirm he has done that before on camera) or whispering into your ear whenever he wants to tell you something

this will obviously transcend into the bedroom (or any place he's taking you of course) especially if youre out and youre feeling to be bratty, one specific calm glare at you will have you shut up in mere seconds because he might be a person who takes jokes and jabs very well but he also has a limit. when he is in an extra dominant mood (lowkey always), he loves to order you around in a bored tone and loves when youre acting like a brat so he can break it out of you. will make you his own personal toy wearing a choker with his name on it with hickeys to complement it and make you beg for him to fuck you because he's been teasing and edging and ruining your resolve for what feels like hours. and hes SOOO mean about it too, "but baby, i thought you liked running that slutty mouth of yours? where'd all that bite go huh?"

if he wants you to look at him or kiss him or anything like that, he isn't afraid to grab you by your face, squishing your cheeks lightly, to turn your head and pull you into him while his other hand stays in his pant pocket. might press a little kiss on your puckered lips and look into your teary eyes with his own with a smirk of pride bc youve broken down into such a good girl for him crying bc you want his dick in you and blubbering how you wont ever be a brat again (he knows it's a baseless lie but he doesnt mind believing it for now). when jay does fuck you, he might take it a step further by absolutely ruining and cumming in or on you then bringing you to the point where youre just on the brink of your orgasm before he pulls out saying something like "bratty whores dont get to cum. you know this, dont you?" while he wipes your tears with faux concern and listens to your cries. he just knows how to the best brat tamer and coincidentally he knows you to be the best brat :) - 🗣

i have been thinking about this since you sent it you really need to take up a career in fic writing because this is literally perfect i feel so happy and lucky to know you oh my god.. JAY MAKING THE RESERVATION PLEASE I WAS SHAKING HE'S SO HOT AND HIM SAYING HIS FULL NAME AGH HIM .. he just sounded so sure of himself absolutely no hesitation (fellow shy introvert so yes i was squealing) and then him at the dinner table w the sleeves rolled up yeaaaaaah he knows he's handsome AND THE THOUGHT OF HIM CUTTING UP MY FOOD FOR ME AHHH THIS SUITS HIM SO WELL. clingy jay >>>>>

brat tamer jay AW MAN I COULD CRY THIS IS SO HOT JAY JUST ??? DIRTY TALKER FILTHY FILTHY MAN i am nothing but a hole for him

ps. i was gonna make a masterlist for my favourite hard thoughts and stuff that i've been sent and i wanted to make a separate masterlist for all of the asks u (and others) send because i think you're so awesome and such an amazing but obviously if u don't want me to do that then i won't so i just wanted to check w u first <3

[kynrki]

LOVE IS (NOT) EASY!

020. — 😦😦😦😦

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it was saturday. thee saturday. the saturday yniki were finally gonna perform together for the first time ever. you were on your nerves, stressing wether you’d mess up or not, or if you’d slip and fall and embarrass yourself. your thoughts ran wild, but was soon interrupted when niki placed a kiss on your cheek.

“huh?” you said blushing at the boy who was gripping your arms infront of you. “dont worry, we’ll do so good, or as you say, slay.” he laughed as you also laughed. you hugged him. the boy was shocked. he didn’t expect you to make first contact because its always been him. “thank you, for everything, if it wasnt for this dance, we would’ve never met.” you said as you looked up at him and smiled. boy how he could get lost in your eyes. the way they sparkle whenever you talked about something you were interested in, wether it was genshin or songs.

unbeknownst to you too, jake and jay stood far away, watching this whole scene unfold in front of their eyes. “ahh young love” jay said. “wonder when they’ll start dating” jake said looking at the too, who he’d admit, was very cute. “im hoping its soon, you can tell her really likes her.” jay said turning to jake as they prepared to go get done. “i hope so too.” jake mumbled in thought, something felt off about tonight for him, very off..

after getting off stage, you watched as niki hurriedly went to the changing room. you wondered why but payed not mind to it. you continued to your changing room where all the girls congratulated you, except for kokomi. plus, na-rae was gone..

meanwhile in nikis dress room, stood the girl. na-rae gave niki the flowers as she wished him luck on confessing his love for you. yes, na-rae helped him with everything, because she only wanted the best for yn. she always saw her as a younger sister. “you got this okay.” na-rae said as she patted his back. “dont doubt yourself.” she finished as she walked out the room to him being in his thoughts alone for a while. he took a deep breath in, and out, before the door opened up.

“niki!! its nice seeing you here.” ye-seo said smirking as she walked closer to the boy. “what do you want?” the boy asked annoyed. “you” she answered as she stood in front of him. “go away, ye-seo, im not letting you ruin my chances with someone again.” niki said as he rolled his eyes. “oh? well too bad” she said as she fixed his suit and leaned in to him. before he could protest, they heard something fall by the door. there stood yn, looking agape at the situation as tears started to form in her eyes. niki looked as her shocked, and before he could say anything, she ran away, wiping her tears. niki groaned in annoyance.

“what the fuck is wrong with you.” niki said frustratedly. this wasnt the first time she had sabotaged his love life. she was utterly obsessed with him, so if she cant have him, nobody can. ye-seo smirked and started walking back “i jus claimed whats mine” she said innocently. “i asked you, what the fuck is wrong with you.” niki said as he gripped her arm to prevent her from moving. she stared at the boy in surprise. she’s never seen him this angry before, it kind of scared her. “i-i-i-i- you know i love you so i cant let anyone-“ she stuttered as she tried to remove herself from his grip. he didn’t budge. “you love me?” the boy scoffed and let go of her arm. “you just fucked up the chance i had to make her mine, the chance i had to have the girl of my dreams and all you have to say is you love me?” niki said as he sat down with his hands on his head. “get out. and don’t interfere with my or yn’s life again, you hear me?” niki said looking at her seriously. “y-yes” ye-seo said as she ran out of the room. “fuck” niki whispered to himself, deciding to look for yn, hoping she didnt get the wrong idea.

you ran and ran and ran as the tears fell from your eyes. you thought he liked you? maybe it was all a game once again. how’d you even let yourself fall for a stupid trick once again? how dumb could you be. “yn?” kaikno said as she walked out of the room. “baby, whats wrong?” she said as she saw you crying. you ran into her arms and sobbed. you explained everything and boy was she mad. she actually liked niki, she thought he was perfect for her. “you’ll be okay, i promise bub.” kaikno said feeling bad for her friend. this was the second time this had happened.

he found kaikno sitting with yn at the end of the hall and ran up to them. he felt relieved seeing the girl doing okay. “what the fuck are you doing here?” kaikno said angrily. he frowned. “i promise it wasnt what it looked like, she-“ niki said before getting interrupted. “fuck you, dont ever think about contacting yn again, understood?” kaikno said as she stood up with you still in her arms. niki’s mouth went open. he fucked up big time, and he knew nothing was gonna fix it.

tears started forming in the boys eyes as he saw his girl, his love, walking away with tear stained cheeks. his heart ached, but he couldn’t do anything but walk away in defeat.

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A/N — naw fuck ye-seo and niki😡

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PAIRING — idol!Nishimura Riki x shy!idol!fem!reader

SYPNOSIS — y/n has never been in love. craving the feeling to feel special and worthy to someone, she dreams about falling in love and having someone love her back. what happens when she bumps into a cute boy, and doesn’t realise he’s under the same company. not to mention he finds her cute too. but as they all say, love is (not) easy!

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[ally-writes-many-things]

Effect (Jay Halstead)

Summary: Jay‘s blues have an effect on you

Requested: Yes

Words: 616

Prompts:

Warnings or A/N: Y/h/c = your hair color. Also I don’t exactly care if the shirt in their blues are actually button ups or not. For my one shot they do.

You always had a thing for a man in a uniform. A cop uniform, a fireman uniform, a suit. So when you started dating Jay, you thought you would see him in his blues all the time but he told you he has a detective and he wore plain clothes and usually never wears the uniform. He only wore his blues on special occasions like a funeral of a fallen cop, or an award ceremony or even the unit is invite to an event with their mayor. You never told Jay about your uniform kink but you would think he would get it because you would jump at the chance to be with him after seeing him wear it. ��    You were walking into the bedroom that you shared with Jay and stopped in your tracts when you saw your boyfriend. He was wearing his blues but he had his pants undone and his shirt was unbuttoned, leaving his chest exposed. This sight made your breath hitched. Jay looked up at the mirror and saw you. He smiled and turned around to look at you. "Hey baby,"      You forced yourself to straighten up and walked into your bedroom and threw your stuff on the top of your dresser. "You wore your blues today?"      Jay walked to you and placed his hands on your hips. "Yeah, had to go to a ceremony thing today,"      He kissed your lips and your arms immediately grow around his neck and your hands go instinctively go into his hair and pull it which earns you a small groan from Jay. He pushed you against the dresser which earns him a small moan. It doesn't take much more for things things heat up.     ---     Over the next few weeks, you see Jay more and more in his blues which is werid cause you don't ever see him leave the house wearing it, only when you come home. You walked into the house and saw he wasn't wearing his blues which makes you sad but it's whatever. "Hey handsome,"      He turned around and smiled.  "Hi beautiful,"     "I have a question,"    "Yeah?"    "Why have you been wearing your blues a lot lately?"     He gives you his famous cocky grin. "Oh there's this certain woman that caught my eye that seems to love when I wear my blues,"     You felt anger raise up. "Oh, so you're doing it for another woman's attention? Makes sense since I never see you leave the house with it on but always when I come home. Who is she?"      Jay just laughs. "You're an idiot,"      "How am I the idiot? You're the one trying to impress another woman,"      This just makes Jay laugh even more. "I'm taking about you, dumbass,"      You felt your cheeks go red. "Oh,"     He walked over to you and lifted your chin with his thumb. "I've known about your feelings towards me in my blues since the beginning,"      "Why did you tell me."      "Because I thought you were cute getting frustrated when I wore them especially when I purposely left the shirt unbuttoned,"      You playfully pushed him back and punched him in the arm. "Dick,"      He rubbed his arm laughing.      "Did you wear your blues all these time just to get me flustered?"     "I mean that was a plus but no. There's been some stuff going on with the unit thats makes us required to wear the blues,"      "You could've warned me,"      "Or I could never wear my blues around you again,"      "You do that and see what happens,"     Jay grabbed you by your shirt and pulled you close. "I couldn't do that because like I said I like seeing the effect that I have on you,"

[ailuvyou]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Enhypen Jay : Personality ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Read disclaimer here. Reading done on 23.03.2022 & 24.03.2022 using Archetype Cards and Ethereal Visions Illuminated Tarot. If you enjoy my work, consider supporting me by donating!

I have asked for permission to do and post this reading with my oracle deck and the answer is yes.

❝ Archetypes ¡! ❞

Question asked: What archetype best suit Jay?

Cards: Thief, Guide, Advocate

[🐈‍⬛] :: Thief — Perhaps Jay is the type of person to go after what he wants and he is equipped with knowledge and skills on how to get it. He can be stubborn and persistent when he has his eyes set on something, he doesn't give up easily and doesn't let anything (chances, opportunities, etc.) slip by him. Jay is also unique, he's able to express himself in his own unique style. He has individuality and he doesn't let anybody take that away from him. His individuality can't be stolen/duplicated either. I know this is obvious but on the outside, he carries himself well and takes care of his appearance. He likes looking good and polished. His looks make him seem a bit mysterious. He may be good at hiding his inner self from people and he's able to take and steal from people if he wishes like if he wants something and someone else has it, he may try to take it.

[🐈‍⬛] :: Guide — The guide is like a teacher but spiritual, oftentimes teaching people around them about spirituality and their beliefs. Throughout his years of living, Jay may have gathered many information, wisdom and spiritual awareness and he constantly passes them on to other people, especially people who are close to him. He has an open mind and a thirst for wisdom and truth; no experience or knowledge is ever enough for him, he wants to learn more and may even get curious easily, especially about spirituality or things that are mystic/unknown. He probably knows a lot of things despite not seeming so at first glance.

[🐈‍⬛] :: Advocate — Jay could be passionate about many social injustices (what a man 😭) and he tries his best to be vocal about them. He may even help out as much as he could. He believes that everyone deserves human rights and he has a lot of compassion for oppressed people. He supports their empowerment. I feel like if he could, he would be very vocal about many things and if he isn't confined by his company, he'd be out there publicly supporting many oppressed groups and bringing light to many important issues people are facing. What comes to mind is the LGBTQ+ community, child marriages, traditional gender roles. He wishes the world would be a better place for everyone and is dedicated to transform social injustices. You may want to pay attention to his words and works as advocates need public expression.

❝ Positive Qualities ¡! ❞

Question asked: What are Jay's positive qualities in himself?

Cards: Death, The Tower + Six of Pentacles

[🐈‍⬛] :: Death — This connects to the Guide archetype, specifically spirituality and transformation. I've mentioned that Jay is someone who may be into spirituality and knows many things, it's possible that he's gone through many or at least one significant change or transition in his life. I've also mentioned that he's open-minded which can further increase that chance. He has left the old and embraced the new and he'll continue to do so, he's not one to resist change and transformation. He understands that people constantly change and that change usually brings something good with it. He may be able to distinguish what's good for him and what's not. Knowing and understanding that, he knows what and when to let go of something to make room for something better.

[🐈‍⬛] :: The Tower — Right off the bat, I'm pretty sure he's been through a lot of shit. He's been pushed down relentlessly, oftentimes landing hard on the ground and feeling defeated but despite all that, he still gets back up and moves forward, understanding the situation and yet not letting it get to him. Maybe before, he was living in an illusion but he has now opened his eyes to the truth and although the truth has shaken him up, he still chooses to change and accept it. I don't think change to him is easy like he loses familiarity and is forced to get out of his comfort zone but he still accepts it anyway instead of resisting. This card also shows that he may have let his ego fall away. If you look closely, you can see the pain he has endured in his eyes.

[🐈‍⬛] :: Six of Pentacles — Combined with the Tower, it means that despite going through a lot, he still manages to be kind and generous especially towards people he cares about. I don't think he's one to be selfish, he likes to give but that may be easily taken advantage of. He likes to help people but his way of helping people may be more towards helping them financially instead of doing acts of service like he may prefer to do the former than the latter. He has possibly donated to some charity organisations or to people in need. He may have a lot of empathy inside him which fuels him to help and be kind to people. This all can be related back to the Advocate archetype.

❝ Negative Qualities ¡! ❞

Question asked: What are Jay's negative qualities in himself?

Cards: The Chariot, The Devil, Eight of Cups

[🐈‍⬛] :: The Chariot — Perhaps he's too stubborn for his own good? The Chariot talks about willpower and determination to win but since this is a negative quality of him, I think there's just too much of it; his eyes are set on the prize too much that he forgets about everything else. Too focused on achieving his goals and moving too fast that he neglects his emotions and wellbeing. In his head is all about moving forward and reaching his goals that he may repress his emotions like if something bad happens, he won't take the time to understand what he's feeling and instead, quickly picks himself back up and continues, sometimes ignoring his emotions altogether.

[🐈‍⬛] :: The Devil — Jay could be materialistic, he likes to indulge in luxury and he may feel that he couldn't live without it (which is not surprising given by the fact that he was brought up with wealth). I also feel that he feels restricted in life like he feels that he can't do anything freely, people constantly watching and controlling his every move, he feels trapped inside and he may even feel dissatisfied and a bit empty in life (which connects to the Eight of Cups card). He may feel like he's being controlled and has no freedom or a way out, but he actually does. I'm not sure if he's aware of that though but he's not truly helpless as he may think he is.

[🐈‍⬛] :: Eight of Cups — Currently, he might feel dissatisfied with life. He may have lost interest in many things and perhaps he feels that nothing is ever good enough for him (not that he has high standards but that things just don't make him happy). He often thinks a lot about many things; himself, his current situation, his life choices, his future, etc. He can be a bit withdrawn sometimes, preferring to spend time by himself. I feel like he feels lost, not really lost his direction because the path is right in front of him. He has his goals set, he knows where he's going and he's continuing to go there but right now, he's thinking if he should continue it, is it worth it? He's not truly sure what he wants to be.

❝ Passion ¡! ❞

Question asked: What is Jay's passion in life?

Cards: Seven of Swords (clarifier: Two of Pentacles), Ten of Swords, Five of Wands

[🐈‍⬛] :: Seven of Swords — Prioritising what's important to him, setting down his goals in life and staying on track, focusing on moving forward to reach his goals (basically following what he has planned out)

[🐈‍⬛] :: Ten of Swords — Every loss and difficulty he has to go through only makes him stronger, he doesn't let himself stay down when times are rough (which connects to the Theif archetype)

[🐈‍⬛] :: Five of Wands — Competition makes him want to be better or the best whether it's friendly or not, winning

❝ Values ¡! ❞

Question asked: What are Jay's values in life?

Cards: Ten of Swords + Seven of Swords, Eight of Swords (clarifier: Three of Cups)

[🐈‍⬛] :: Ten of Swords — Getting up no matter how much and how hard you fall, not letting the negativities of life affect you or bring you down, with every defeat comes success

[🐈‍⬛] :: Seven of Swords — Same as the interpretation of Seven of Swords in his passion category

[🐈‍⬛] :: Eight of Swords — (In a messed up way) Loyalty towards the people he cares about even if he feels trapped (I feel like he's not very happy being in the company but he loves the group or at least specific people in the group and he feels like he needs to stay because of them despite him not needing to)

❝ Goals ¡! ❞

Question asked: What are Jay's goals in life?

Cards: Queen of Cups, Eight of Swords (rx), Knight of Pentacles

[🐈‍⬛] :: Queen of Cups — To be not just a good person but someone nurturing, someone who people can count on and trust, someone who's very creative, to be fully conscious and connected with his emotions than he is now

[🐈‍⬛] :: Eight of Swords reversed — To be free from negative situations, to find solutions and release himself from his problems, to take control of his life and live life happily, being able to overcome any obstacles his way, staying open-minded and looking at things from a new, different and fascinating perspective

[🐈‍⬛] :: Knight of Pentacles — Find out what he truly wants and set his eyes on it, to be financially stable, be good in what he does, moving forward in life with positivity, working towards his goals and reaching them

❝ Extra notes ¡! ❞

[🐈‍⬛] :: I felt some friendly/cheerful energy coming from Jay and perhaps a specific spirit guide/s of his. I'm thankful for their welcoming enthusiasm.

[🐈‍⬛] :: I find it fascinating how Jay's personality reading contains many traditionally "negative" cards (cards that people are afraid of when they show up in a reading): Death, the Tower, the Devil, Ten of Swords, etc. But it also makes me worried, I hope everything will be alright for him!

[whats-her-quirk]

treasured memories

erwin smith x fem!reader 18+ (minors do not interact) warnings: public sex, exhibitionism, oral, size kink, biting, photography wc: 2.5K a/n: Oh how I have missed writing for this big, blonde beefcake. This is my entry for Jay @welcometotheclubhoe​​‘s all around the world collab. Make sure you check out the whole masterlist (is nsfw is your deal. If it’s not, why are you here). 

Being the best man’s wedding date sounds like it would be glamorous, but it’s not. Not that you aren’t having a good time: the venue is lovely, the food is delicious, and the bar is free. It’s just that it doesn’t feel like much of a date yet.

Again, you’re not complaining. You wouldn’t begrudge Erwin for standing up with Miche on his big day—of course not. But you haven’t spoken to him since he left early this morning, garment bag folded over his arm. You got ready alone, sat down at the ceremony alone, and even at your chatty reception table, you still feel kind of alone. So as dinner comes to an end, you poke idly at the condensation on the side of your cocktail glass, gazing up toward the head table where your date is sitting.

You’ve been dating Erwin for a few months, and it’s going great. You get along well with his friends, most of which are seated up front with him. They like you, you just haven’t known them long enough to make it into the wedding party. All of them look happy and gorgeous, especially Miche and Nana, but you can’t take your eyes off Erwin; after all, you have a great vantage point to admire him in that black suit.

Erwin knows he commands the attention of every room he walks into; it’s one of the qualities that drew you to him when you first met. He’s not meant to be the star of the day, but his charm is dialed up to 100% today. He looked immaculate up by the altar, handing over the rings to the officiant. His best man speech was funny and also brought tears to a few eyes by the end. The photographer can’t stop snapping candids of him. You don’t blame her. He looks fucking gorgeous.

Sometime after the servers have cleared the dinner plates from the table, you end up absorbed in your phone, texting a few of your own friends and checking your social media pages just to pass the time. The DJ is about three songs in when you feel a weight against the back of your chair.

“Can I have this dance?” Erwin’s deep voice is a welcome surprise that has you clutching your chest before spinning around in your chair. He’s smiling, all debonair and suave, hand extended for you to take.

You set your phone down on top of your clutch bag on the table. “Yes, please.” A perfect gentleman, he helps you out of your chair, careful not to step on your floor-length dress as he leads you to the dance floor. The song is a classic one that gets just about every couple out on the floor, but you’re just happy to have Erwin’s arms wrapped around your waist.

“Having a nice time?” He holds you close and begins to sway, pressing your stomach against his own. It’s no coincidence that you chose a pair of shoes that put you at the perfect height to rest your cheek carefully against his chest, wary of smearing makeup on his rental tux.

“Yeah, but it just got a lot better,” you sigh. Erwin chuckles, his chest rumbling under your ear. He takes an easy lead, turning counter-clockwise. It wouldn’t be surprising if everyone in the room was looking to see who Erwin is sharing his first dance of the night with, and it’s both a little embarrassing and gratifying. As if on cue, the photographer creeps into view. You nestle yourself in his chest, hiding your face from her lens. Still, Erwin kisses the top of your head, and you hear her snap a picture.

You don’t know if she’s gone or not as his hands start drifting south. “What, feeling camera-shy all of a sudden?”

Hot in the face, you glance up at him, finding his crystal eyes looking down fondly at you. You decide to play it off. “Aren’t you tired of being in pictures yet? You all were outside for ages posing.”

Erwin smirks, one bushy eyebrow raised smugly. “I don’t mind it. I’ve been told the camera loves me.”

“Of course, you’d never let that go to your head.” You can smell dark liquor on his breath as you laugh together—they’ve probably been drinking whiskey all day, toasting to Miche just to have a good excuse. To the untrained eye, Erwin looks maybe one, two drinks in at most, but you know better. There’s a twinkle of mischief in his eye that isn’t always there, a slight glaze over his features, still devastatingly handsome, that betrays how buzzed he actually is.

When his strong hands drop to cup your ass, you jump and giggle, trying your best to push him away. “Erwin,” you scold, but he just squeezes a bit tighter and rests his forehead against yours. “People are watching.” You try to sound concerned, but it doesn’t work. Erwin knows you too well, cues into your energy too quickly.

He hums in his throat before dropping his mouth to yours. His lips part just before they meet yours, tongue poking out to slip in before he seals the kiss. Your stomach flips, all too eager to taste the dark honeyed liquor lingering on his lips, but people must be staring now. You’re on the edge of the dance floor, in view of all the tables, and Erwin has his tongue in your mouth and your ass in his hands.

If this doesn’t end up in the wedding album, you have no doubt it’s going to be a picture on someone’s phone.

You break the kiss and pull yourself up to Erwin’s ear. “Can we go somewhere else?”

Erwin glances around, smirking and obviously formulating a plan. You only asked because you know your options are limited: it’s a standalone venue, so no hotel rooms, and the bathrooms aren’t single occupancy. You suppose you could squeeze into a stall, which isn’t ideal…

But you should have known Erwin is craftier than that. His hand slides into yours, and he nods to a little alcove near the bar counter. “Hope you’re not still camera-shy.”

You scamper behind as he pulls you towards a vintage photo booth nestled there, rented for the day as entertainment for guests. Everyone pretty much got their fill of it during cocktail hour, while waiting for the wedding party to, well, join the party after dozens of posed photos. And if Erwin is thinking what you think he’s thinking, there’s only one issue.

“Are you going to fit in there?” Erwin is broad. And tall. The man takes up a lot of space.

He’s already pulling back the red velveteen curtain and climbing in. He holds the curtain open for you to follow. “We’re just gonna have to get a little creative.”

The thing about dating Erwin is that he makes it impossible to say no to him.

He’s seated as you climb in, standing between his legs, back to the camera, slightly hunched forward so you don’t hit your head on the top. He’s already giving you that hungry look, like he can’t wait to get his hands on you. You glance to either side and giggle. “Where am I supposed to go?”

Erwin places his hands on his spread knees. Pointedly, he glances to the floor and then back up at you multiple times until you catch his drift.

“You’re dirty,” you tease as you reach for the hem of your long skirt and hike it up. Erwin just grins and holds onto your elbows to steady you as you crouch between his legs. Your bare knees rest on the metal floor, and you suppose there are much worse places to fuck—some of which you’ve already experienced. Erwin does this a lot. At least the curtain reaches almost to the floor. That alone makes it better than a bathroom stall.

With your skirt gathered in your lap, you reach for Erwin’s zipper. He watches you watch him while you work his pants and dark briefs down, finding him half hard already. You’ve learned that it’s about the thrill for him, about the calculated risk and finding out what he can get away with, given the opportunity. That glint in his eye is one you know well, and it sends heat swiftly between your legs.

You spit once in your palm before you take his cock in hand then again onto his tip to spread down his shaft as you start to pump. Erwin’s chest puffs up as you work him to hardness, heavy breaths in and out urging you on. His size still impresses you, though it doesn’t scare you any more, like it did the first few times you hooked up. You’ve learned since then—you can, in fact, take it, to an extent.

Veins stand out against the skin, too mouthwatering to resist, especially when he’s fully hard and twitching every time your thumb passes over his frenulum. You crouch forward, mouth falling open to suck his tip between your eager lips. You keep eye contact as well as you can, and Erwin looks positively blissful, smiling with heavy sighs. Your technique is practiced; because you can’t unhinge your jaw like a snake, you lap and suck at him like a popsicle while your hand does the hard work.

You hold him in your mouth until you start to taste salty precum leaking onto your tongue. Erwin huffs a little louder, a true master of control but still a glutton for the pleasure you give him. When he puts a hand to the side of your neck, you pull off his cock with a pop and a heavy exhale. Then he starts to pull you up by your shoulders.

“Where do you want—”

“Turn around, darling. And hold your skirt.”

You scoop up your hem again, trying not to wrinkle the fabric too badly. You’re spun around and then pulled down to sit on Erwin’s lap, the front his pants now pushed farther down his thighs. You see his face and yours, reflected in the dark mirrored glass over the camera. Your eyes widen when you feel his erection settle between your thighs.

Erwin nibbles at your ear, and you have to bite your lip to keep from moaning. “No panties? Now who’s dirty?” Taking you by the hips, Erwin rocks you over his cock, gathering a bit of your slick from your bare cunt.

“Didn’t want lines to show,” you murmur. “You know, all the pictures and stuff.”

“Not complaining,” Erwin grunts low against the shell of your ear, pushing you up and angling your hips just the right way. You ready yourself with your hand in your mouth, and it burns as he pushes slowly into you.

The position is awkward, to say the least, but there’s something incredibly hot about sitting in his lap, legs spread and toes barely touching the ground, while he holds you up and works himself inside. You bite into the fleshy heel of your hand, just under your thumb, every time you feel like you’re going to make a noise, a little trick Erwin taught you months ago that usually works like a charm. Noises squeak out here and there, but they’re nothing like the pornworthy moans he pulls from you when you’re home alone.

Erwin keeps his groans trapped in his chest, which is extremely fucking sexy, and blows hot air against the back of your neck. You’re tingling all over, body on fire as he bounces you on his cock. You’re getting so wet so fast, your pussy dribbling at the edges, and for a second, you start to panic. The wet noises are too loud. It’s never happened before, but this is finally it: someone’s going to catch you. They’re going to pull back the curtain and scream, and you’ll never be able to show your face around Erwin’s friends again.

But Erwin just keeps fucking into you, pushing up through his thighs and holding you in place like it’s nothing. And when you’re this close to climaxing, like hell you’re going to stop him.

“Tight,” Erwin mumbles. “So good and tight.” It sends a wave of chills down your spine, an electricity that has you clenching even harder, holding him inside you.

He can feel it; Erwin always knows when you’re close to finishing.

So he leans forward, reaching over your shoulder, and presses the button to turn on the camera.

You gasp far too loudly before biting down on your hand again. It’s an older style booth, no screens inside or out. Just a film camera that prints a strip of four photos and drops it into a slot on the outside of the machine for you. A timer starts to tick from somewhere, you’re not sure where. Your head is fuzzy, and it’s enough effort just to keep yourself quiet and upright.

With a snap and a flash, the camera goes off. You have no idea what you look like right now. You’ll find out later.

“So sexy,” Erwin growls in your ear. He reaches around to rub furiously at your clit. Your legs shoot apart, beyond your control. The toe of your heel grazes the red curtain. It sways for a moment before settling. You’re getting sloppy, the risk running higher.

Snap, flash. Photo two.

Your back is arched, head thrown back on Erwin’s shoulder. You can feel your peak rising inside you, every nerve in your clit screaming for release until finally, finally, you break. You clench down hard as you bite into your hand, desperate not to gush all over Erwin and the seat, but the pulsing heat is euphoric.

Snap. Flash. Only one photo left.

You need Erwin to finish. Now. You need to clean up quickly and then get to the bathroom. While you’re still panting from your own high, mouth open obscenely, Erwin grinds into you, pulling you down just a fraction of an inch farther around him. He bites your shoulder, then cums with a growl. He pushes down into his feet as his load fills you, rocking the entire booth just barely off balance, just enough to probably move it a centimeter across the wooden floor of the ballroom.

Snap. Flash. It’s done.

Erwin huffs against your skin until his teeth unlock from your shoulder. As soon as you can, you stand on wobbly doe legs and drop your skirt. You’re still clenching; you have to hold it all inside until you can get to the bathroom to clean up. Erwin tucks himself woozily back into his pants, taking sharp breaths to steady himself. With a final kiss, the two of you stumble out of the photo booth together, giggling in an obvious way, but you’re too drunk and smitten to care anymore.

Then you see Miche standing in front of the photo printer, holding the photo strip face down against his chest and shaking his head at Erwin with a knowing smirk.

“Treasured memories,” he quips, sliding the photos into Erwin’s hand. Erwin tucks the photos into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and kisses the side of your head proudly, but you can’t stop staring at Miche. He just winks at you. “I didn’t look, I swear. I just know this guy too well.”

Maybe you do too, you think. And maybe you like his wild side a little too much.

[psychovigilantewrites]

Stay Away

Pairing: Reader/Jason Todd

Genre: Smut

TW: AGE GAP!! PSEUDO-INCEST! PLEASE READ SUMMARY, IVE RECEIVED LOTS OF CRITICISMS FOR THIS FIC SOOOO 

Summary: THIS IS A REPOST SINCE TUMBLR TOOK IT DOWN DUE TO POSSIBLE REPORTS LOLOL 

This fic is about a young Robin!Reader with a much older Jason. Mentions of past sexual abuse. This started out as a drabble lol, I got carried away. Anyway, Hope you enjoy! I love reading comments, so don't be shy!

Edit: Due to this fic being my only controversial one, I’d like to update the warnings by giving a brief description of what happens. Reader is adopted by Bruce at 14, she has a small innocent crush on Jason that isn’t explored until she is older (Jason has ZERO feelings for her at this stage because SHE IS JUST A KID HERE). At 16, she becomes more aggressive in flirting with Jason. At 17 (Gotham’s legal age of consent- I based this on New York’s age of consent), she has oral sex with Jason. At 18, they have sex (Jason is 27).

I wrote this a while back, and now that I’ve learned a few things along the way, I realise that a sexual relationship between a 27 year old and an 18 year old is still highly problematic- even though legal. I do not condone these actions in real life, and I doubt Jason would as well. This is purely fictional, an outlet for my fantasies when I was younger. I still do not believe in creative censorship and I want people to enjoy this fic even if it has no place in the real world. We are all allowed to escape into fiction and our own fantasy and enjoy them privately without guilt. 

“And this is Jason,” Bruce introduced you to him.

Another one?, Jason thought, though he felt slightly guilty for thinking it. He had many problems with Bruce, but deep down he knew that Bruce adopted all of them out of kindness and good intentions.

“Hey,” he grunted, holding out his hand.

You just looked at him with big, frightful eyes, still sticking close to Bruce’s side. You looked young. You couldn’t have been older than fourteen. Your hair was cropped messily short, and it made you look almost like a young boy.

Jason raised an eyebrow and dropped his hand when you didn’t take it.

“Who’s he?” you whispered to Bruce with a soft voice that the average person wouldn’t have been able to hear.

“He, well,” Bruce hesitated, “He’s Red Hood.”

Jason’s eyebrows shot up.

“I decided to tell her everything,” Bruce explained to Jason, “So she can make an informed choice since young.”

“When you’re that young,” Jason glanced at you then back to Bruce, “Anything would sound cool. Even something dangerous that will rob you of your childhood. It’s not an informed choice, you’re basically dangling a cookie in front of her.”

“I’m not young,” you squeaked, “You’re just old.”

Jason scoffed at that.

Though you had voiced out your comeback, you were still shaking in nervousness, refusing to meet his eye.

Jason couldn’t blame you for that. He knew how his eyes looked.

“All of you were younger than her when you chose this life,” Bruce said softly.

“Did we really choose, Bruce?” he argued back.

“I’m not encouraging her,” he defended, “In fact, I’m doing the exact opposite. This time, I’m telling her the truth and nothing but the truth. The good, and the ugly.”

Jason saw how you didn’t like the way the conversation was going, talking about you as if you weren’t there. You had a deep frown on your face that made you look older than you were, but also, paradoxically, a cute pout that brought out the child in you.

“Whatever,” he finally shrugged, “Your kid. As if any of us had a say in anything anyway. If this was the only reason why you asked me to come here, I’ll be leaving.”

He turned to leave the manor, to go back to his safe house.

“Good riddance, old man!” you called out after him in a shaky voice.

Jason looked back and raised an eyebrow. You immediately blushed and avoided his eyes. In the back of his head, he thought about how he could recognize your accent anywhere.

***

The next time Jason visited the manor, which was about two months after the initial introduction, he found Bruce training you basic self-defense in the Cave.

Your hair had grown slightly, and you probably fixed the cut to suit your features better.

“What happened to being discouraging?” he said out loud.

You jumped at his voice, but Bruce looked at Jason knowingly.

“It’s just self-defense,” Bruce explained, “Useful regardless of Robin or not. She’s a fast learner.”

Jason saw how your face lit up at his praise.

Great, he thought. You weren’t even Robin yet and you already got that Robin complex every one of them seemed to have had.

The constant need for praise and emotional connection from Bruce, as well as a sense of delusional idolization of the man who adopted all of you.

“Where’s Grayson?” he huffed.

“Right here, Jay,” Dick’s warm and bright voice came from behind. Jason resisted the urge to jump just like you did.

Dick was already in his Nightwing costume, and walked towards you.

“Hey little sis!” he greeted, arms open. You flung yourself at him for a hug.

Jason rolled his eyes.

“Don’t the two of you live here?” he scoffed.

“Just because you’re emotionally constipated doesn’t mean the rest of us are,” you shot at him.

Jason smirked. You were feisty, yet still wary of him.

He found that adorable.

“She’s right,” Dick chuckled, “You wanted to see me, Jay?”

“Later,” he mumbled, and changed into his alter ego.

Once Jason and Dick were alone on patrol, he brought it up.

“Don’t you disagree with this?”

“With what?”

“Her,” he said, “Or more specifically, him bringing her into all of this.”

“I did at first,” Dick frowned, “But you’ve only met her once, Jay. You don’t live with her. She’s been through a lot, and her being Robin, well, I think it’d be good for her.”

Jason felt his chest tightening. Bruce had always used the excuse that he made all of them into Robin to help channel their emotions into doing good, to prevent them from falling into darkness.

Yet, Jason still did. And he fell right into an abyssal void that he was still trying to get out of.

“Maybe,” Dick continued, “You should get to know her. You’ll see what I’m talking about, and what Bruce sees in her. Tim disagreed at first as well, but after a while, even he warmed up to the idea.”

He frowned at Dick, and then looked away, sighing.

“Whatever.”

***

A month later, Jason had agreed to meet Dick and Tim at a diner.

The food wasn’t that good, and the service average, but it held many memories for him. Dick used to take him there after patrol when he was still Robin. When he went rogue, Dick had brought Tim there. Post-rogue, all three of them would meet up.

He was early, because he was closer. He waited about ten minutes before he saw Tim walking through the door, with Dick behind him. Following Dick, he saw you.

He frowned.

He supposed that he had to get used to you being around, since you were already in the picture.

He didn’t know why he felt like distancing himself from you. With Tim, he had a good reason. A personal reason that he had moved on from.

But you? He had no reason to push you away. Though, Jason had the tendency to push everyone away.

Dick took a seat next to Jason at the booth, and across from him were Tim and you. You were dressed simply in an oversized hoodie he recognized belonged to Dick. It made you seem smaller and younger than you really were. Your hair was in a short bob now. So you were growing it out after all.

Fine. He decided to give you a chance. He had been unfair to you, after all.

“Isn’t a bit too late for you to be out, kid?” he poked at you, “Don’t you have school tomorrow?”

“Fuck you, you colossal freak of nature,” you cussed at him.

Jason was taken aback.

And then he started laughing out loud.

You weren’t so bad after all. The shyness and wariness that you displayed the earlier times almost all gone, and then there was that familiar accent that he somehow felt at ease listening to.

Dick let out a loud groan.

“You owe me twenty,” Tim suddenly said to Dick.

“Come on,” Dick addressed you, “I had faith in you! What happened?”

“It’s just in my nature, okay?” you pouted, “I can’t help it.”

Dick fished out a twenty and threw it at Tim.

“What is happening?” Jason asked, confused.

“I bet ten that the first thing she says to you would be an insult, twenty if she threw in the word ‘fuck’,” Tim grinned.

“And I,” Dick enunciated dramatically, “Thought that she would at least hold it in until after we finished eating.”

“What, you a potty mouth or something?” Jason smirked at you.

“Unless Alfred or Bruce is around,” you grinned.

It was the first time you smiled at him.

“Coward,” he shook his head, “I used to say all sorts of shit even in front of Bruce and Alfred. You gotta step up your game, kid.”

“And Alfred got you bankrupt, didn’t he?” Dick reminded, “You had to put so much of your allowance in the swear jar.”

“I believe in freedom of expression, alright?” Jason huffed, “I had to stand by my principles.”

“Principles?” Tim scoffed, “You?”

“Yes, me, Timbers,” Jason reiterated, “I’m a man of my word. If I’m gonna swear, I’m gonna go all the way.”

“You’re an old man of your word,” Jason heard you mumble.

“I’m only twenty-three, sweetheart,” he responded, “Dick’s the old man here.”

“Am not!” Dick protested.

“Yeah, Dick’s not,” you agreed.

“How does that make any sense?” Jason challenged.

“Because Dick doesn’t treat me like I’m a kid,” you shrugged, “He brings me up to his level, so I don’t see him as an old man. You on the other hand…”

“But you are a kid!” Jason argued back, “What are you, twelve?”

“You know for a fact that I’m fourteen!” you growled.

Jason grinned at you, and expected you to continue defending yourself. But for some reason, you just remained silent, and he saw a blush of red settling on your cheeks.

“Whatever you say, kid.”

***

The time that passed between that night and the next time he came back was shorter. He watched you train with Dick, and saw that you had already improved a lot.

He went back, and came back again, three weeks later. Your moves were faster, cleaner, more efficient.

He went back, and came back again, a week later. You landed a blow on Tim.

Soon, he realised that he was looking forward to his visits, because he wanted to see how much you progressed during the short time he was gone- and you never disappointed.

“She must be training nonstop,” he casually said to Tim one night on patrol. Bruce still didn’t allow you out with them yet, because you were still too new.

“Dude, she wakes up at four every morning to train for two hours before going to school,” Tim told him, “After she gets back, she does her homework and studies for a bit, and then trains again for another three hours before going to bed. She’s borderline crazy.”

Jason frowned to himself.

He knew that pattern. Training relentlessly to lose himself in the physical exertion, to feel like he had some sort of power every time he landed a punch, to regain some sort of control.

You were either running away from something, or towards something.

“I never asked,” he started, “But how did he end up adopting her?”

“Uh,” Tim rubbed the back of his head in hesitation, “I don’t know if I should be the one to tell you. You should ask her yourself.”

“Oh, come on,” he groaned, “You mean to tell me that you asked her yourself? Dick or Bruce didn’t tell you?”

“Of course!” Tim grumbled, “We’re friends, Jason. We hang out. We talk. You’re the only one missing from the circle.”

“Fucking whatever.”

***

He really wanted to ask, he really did.

If not out of care, then out of curiosity.

But honestly, a heart to heart talk with another human being? That wasn’t him.

Yet, he really wanted to know.

He had tried to sit down next to you when you were just watching TV alone in the living room, he had tried to knock on your door while you were blasting shitty music out loud. He had even tried to call you up and see if you wanted to meet him for dinner somewhere.

But he never got to it.

In the end, a year had passed since he first met you, and it was your big night. It was your first debut as Robin.

“Stick to at least one of us,” Jason overheard Bruce instruct you in the Cave, “Don’t go off on your own, don’t act first, and always listen to orders.”

“Yes, sir,” you rolled your eyes, then put on your domino mask.

Jason smirked at your attitude. You had come out of your shell and he learned that you were really a feisty, sassy, annoying little brat.

He thought the Robin uniform suited you. It was more modern than his was- the colors more muted- and he saw that you probably had demanded Bruce to include designs of your own. Like how your black cape sort of shimmered in the light, and how there was fucking lace at the lateral sides of your legs.

Your hair was long now.

All of you split up during patrol, and Jason had found himself panting on a roof after taking down a dozen guys who thought it was a good idea to seek revenge for the time he pissed on them from the edge of a building while they were doing a drug exchange.

It had been pretty funny, the way they were so furiously humiliated.

Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a movement. He turned to look at the building from across the street, and saw that you were sitting there on the edge, legs dangling, overlooking the alley below.

He grappled to where you were and silently approached you from behind.

“I thought he told you to stick to someone,” he said.

“Jesus, fuck,” you jumped, “Stop doing that, you asshole.”

“Think of it as training for your ears,” he chuckled, and sat down next to you.

“I was with Bruce, then Dick, then Tim, then I ran away from Tim to find you,” you explained, “Looks like you found me first, though.”

“Why did you want to find me?”

“Dunno,” you shrugged, “It’s my first night. Just wanted to see everyone in action.”

“Well, you missed one big fight,” he said, “Took out a dozen guys in under five minutes.”

“Not bad,” you smirked, “Wish I could have seen it.”

“You will eventually,” he hummed, “It’s not a big deal.”

“Yes, because you obviously have done worse,” you poked.

“Is that why you were so afraid of me in the beginning?” Jason wondered, “Because you knew I killed people?”

“I was never afraid of you,” you frowned, “What gave you that idea?”

“You couldn’t stop shaking the first time I met you,” he reminded.

“Fine,” you conceded, “You looked pretty big and scary. And when Bruce said that you were Red Hood, that shook me up a bit. But it wasn’t because you killed people.”

“That’s a first,” he scoffed.

“But now I know that you’re just a massive prick who pretends to be badass to cover up the fact that you’re just a sad, fragile being- well, it’s hard to be scared.”

“Oh, we’re throwing shade now are we?” he snickered, “What about you and your obsession with training just to compensate for the fact that you feel small and weak inside with no control over your life?”

He had expected you to retort, but you just frowned and looked down towards the alley.

Shit.

Jason always had that problem where he didn’t know when to shut up, or what not say to people. Granted, most of the time he didn’t care if the other party got offended or not.

But he didn’t want to hurt you.

He was just going to open his mouth to apologize until-

“I’ve been here before,” you started, “This alley. A long time ago. My big brother- he dragged me here away from my dad so he could beat me up.”

Jason remained silent in shock.

“Not that my dad was any better,” you added, “I guess my brother was like that to me because my dad was like that to him.”

He didn’t know how to respond to that. Was he supposed to comfort you? Or tell you something funny to distract you from the sadness?

Instead, he asked, “What about your mom?”

Jason’s mom had been there, yet not fully there. But when she was, he was grateful at least, to know the warmth of a hug in a run down apartment with no heater during the winter.

“Died giving birth to me,” you explained, “Dad always blamed me for it. He’d tell me that he wished I was never born- that he wished he wore a condom when he fucked mom, that at least if she was alive, he didn’t need to fuck whores.”

“And fuck whores, he did,” you continued bitterly, “But they weren’t enough, I guess. He- he even- I-”

You never finished your sentence, but you didn’t need to. Jason was smart enough to put two and two together.

He felt his blood boil, his rage seeping in. It was like he was that Red Hood again. And for the first time since he came back to Bruce, he didn’t try to push that memory away.

He could go rogue again. Just one more time.

“Where is he- they- where are they now?” Jason managed to grit, tasting blood in his mouth.

“Dead,” you snorted, “Thanks to you.”

“What?”

That took him out of his burning anger.

“Turns out dad was working with Black Mask,” you elaborated, “He dragged my brother with him as well. It’s how he managed to afford all those prostitutes and heroin, I guess. I think they were at one of those shipments you crashed or something back then. You left twenty dead.”

Fuck, he remembered.

Black Mask was at the docks, waiting for a shipment of weapons, drugs, and girls. He remembered feeling frustrated that Black Mask slipped away before he got to him, so he took out his anger on everyone else working with Black Mask.

“Lived in the streets after that,” you continued, “Fend for myself. Cut my hair short so people would think I was a boy. I had to stay tough, you know? When Bruce found me, I was doing an odd job for one of the local gangs. Small one. Was supposed to recruit people my age. Start them young, he said. I guess Bruce had been following me for a bit. He approached me and that scared the shit out of me.”

You paused to smile sadly at the memory.

“But he just asked me for my name, and age,” you stared into space, “And he told me that I could do better than that. That I had potential. He asked me if I wanted to help people rather than drag them into dangerous stuff. And how could I say no? Especially after wishing for so long that someone would come and help me when I was with my dad and brother living in a run down apartment with a leaking roof near Crime Alley.”

You finally looked at him.

Jason was glad that he was wearing a helmet, because he wanted to hide from the stabbing guilt he felt. He didn’t want you to see him that way.

“So you’re right,” your blank white lenses pierced his own, “I train because I want to feel strong, because I’ve felt weak my whole life. I train to feel as if I have control over my own body, my own movements. Hell, even the fact that I grew my hair long gave me a sense of control.”

“I’m sorry,” Jason finally managed to croak, “I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine,” you dismissed, “Plus, you did me a favour before. I kind of owe you one.”

“Favour?”

“You got rid of my dad for me,” you stood up, “Thanks.”

And for the first time, looking up at you as you were looking down, smiling at him, he didn’t see you as a kid.

“Sure thing, kid.”

***

Jason started dropping by once every two weeks. Sometimes he would even come around twice in a week.

He had warmed up to you after you told him your story, though he was kind of frustrated that Dick, Tim, and Bruce were all right, and he was the wrong one all along because he didn’t know you.

But then, you also started warming up to him.

And that became the major issue.

Since you donned the Robin uniform, your ego had spiked up. Your confidence and arrogance came with every progress you made. A year into Robin, Jason couldn’t see a semblance of that frightened little girl with the short hair, voice shaking as she tried to insult him.

No, now you were just so fucking annoying.

And for some reason, you started to be more aware of your sexuality as your confidence grew.

At the age of 16, you had started coming onto Jason strong.

“Jason,” you pouted at him, “Why don’t you come stay at the Manor anymore?”

“Because you’re there, kid,” he joked, staring at Gotham’s skyline from the rooftop where you, him, and Batman would occasionally stop to catch a breath.

“Jasooon,” you whined, high pitched and long, “I miss spending time with you.”

Jason raised an eyebrow, because you were touching his arm, squeezing his biceps. Not that you could see his face, given the helmet he wore. He kind of missed how you were back then. All you had were insults and swear words for him, and you definitely didn’t whine.

“Don’t you have Tim to annoy?”

“He’s always busy,” you huffed, “And when he’s not busy, he’s sleepy. Tim’s boring. You’re more fun, in an assholey cocknose dickweed kind of way.”

Ah, there it was, your colorful language. He had to admit, your creativity impressed him.

“Well, I can’t argue with that,” he chuckled.

“So why don’t you come over some time and we can have some fun?” you purred seductively.

Jason was taken aback.

He wasn’t sure whether you meant it innocently, or whether you had hidden motives. He glanced at Bruce who was minding his own business, ignoring the two of you.

He didn’t think you would flirt with him in front of Bruce, so he dismissed it and blamed himself for thinking lewd things.

“My idea of fun involves a bottle of whiskey and B-Grade horror movies, kid,” he patted you on the head, “And you’re too young to drink.”

“Hmph,” you slapped his hand away, “That’s not what I was talking about, but whatever.”

You strutted away.

It wasn’t that he didn’t find you attractive, it was that he shouldn’t find you attractive. What was a 16 year old doing flirting with someone his age? Weren’t you supposed to have crushes on the quarterbacks in your school?

Hell, even if you wanted someone who knew of your nighttime activities, there always were the Teen Titans, whom you regularly joined. That Aqualad wasn't a bad kid, but for some reason he didn't like the thought of you dating just yet.

But still, you had no business with someone like Jason. Age wise, or personality wise.

*** Two weeks later, he dropped by again for movie night.

When he walked into the living room, the only person who quirked up when they saw him was you, probably because the rest had already heard him coming.

“Jay!” you squealed, and ran to him, flinging your arms around his neck in a hug.

“Hey- oomph,” he slightly stumbled. It was the first time you hugged him.

And now that you were so close, he was hyper aware of you. You were wearing shorts and a tank top- with no bra. He could smell your vanilla lotion and your chocolate spice shampoo.

He could feel your strong arms, your heavy weight, your burning heat against him.

And for the first time, he actually got turned on by you.

Fuck, he thought. He shouldn’t be thinking of you like that. As if the age difference wasn’t vast already, you were still underaged.

He awkwardly patted you on the back, in an attempt to respond to the hug. He could make out Tim and Dick snickering at him at his obvious discomfort.

“You’ve gained weight,” he gruffed, trying to break the hug because he was dangerously close to popping a boner.

As expected, you let go of him.

“Yeah, I did!” you grinned happily, “I’ve gained about five pounds of muscle mass!”

You started flexing your toned biceps comically.

“Maybe you can gain five pounds of brain mass next time, kid,” he smirked and ruffled your hair.

“I’m pretty sure that’s a medical condition, you twatwaffle arsebadger,” you shot back at him.

“Jar,” a chorus of lazy mumbles from everyone else rose.

You grumbled and walked towards a coffee table, where a clear mason jar almost filled to the brim with folded notes sat. You shoved in five dollars.

Jason took off his jacket and sat next to Dick on the long sofa. You then hopped towards him and started snuggling next to him.

Jason looked at Dick in question.

Dick merely shrugged.

Jason had a hard time concentrating on the movie that night, because you leaning your head on his chest, and playing with the denim of his jeans absentmindedly.

He wasn’t used to it.

Human contact.

And he knew how you were. You were probably the same with Dick and Tim. You just chose him that night to snuggle up to.

But then you made a comment about how hot the guy in the movie was. Jason didn’t think much of it until you leaned up to press your mouth on his ear and whispered, “Not as hot as you, though.”

That made him jump out of his seat in panic.

Everyone else looked at him suspiciously, but you were just looking at him with a knowing smirk.

“Toilet,” he mumbled, and left.

“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck,” he paced in small circles in a washroom down the hall.

He looked at his reflection only to see how red he was at his ears. He gripped the edges of the sink and took deep breaths, trying to play it cool.

Now, it was obvious that you were flirting with him. There was no denying it.

But why on God’s planet were you?

Jason groaned quietly to himself.

Whatever. He thought that you’d probably just drop it eventually.

***

Half a year later, and it didn’t.

And it got bad. Real bad.

Jason still kept visiting regularly, and every single time he did, he would get almost sexually harassed by you.

He was just sitting down in an armchair in the living room, reading a book, when you came along, and with the most arrogant, most entitled smirk, sat on his lap.

“Get off,” he grit, eyes never leaving his book. He was scared of what you were wearing this time.

“But you’re so warm,” you hummed, swinging up your legs across his lap, so that you were being cradled by him and the armchair.

“The fire’s right there,” he pointed to the fireplace, “If you need help, I can throw you in it.”

“I’d rather you throw me in bed,” you purred.

He snapped his book shut and squeezed the bridge of his nose.

“Just. Get. Off,” he growled.

It was dangerous. Your smell was intoxicating, and you were shifting and shuffling against his front. His mind started to wander, and he hadn’t even looked at you yet.

“But Jasooon,” you whined, “You’re nice and soft.”

He glared at you.

And regretted it.

You were wearing an almost see-through white loose t-shirt that exposed your shoulders. The thin fabric clung onto the curves of your breasts which were- thankfully- covered by a pink bra. You had a pair of satin booty shorts on which hardly covered your ass, which was sitting on top of his crotch.

“Actually, no let me take that back,” you pretended to wonder, “You’re pretty hard.”

And you gave him a wicked grin.

His eyes widen in panic and he stood up suddenly, causing you to fall flat on the floor.

“Fuck!” you cursed, “What's the big deal, jizzcock?”

He left the room and rushed to the toilet. He looked down, and found his penis was normal, flaccid, non-erect, unfilled.

That bitch fucking tricked me, he thought.

And he fell for it.

He went to look for Bruce who was in the cave, in front of the computers.

He took a wheeled chair and sat behind him.

“Bruce,” he started, “I need to talk to you.”

“What is it?” Bruce asked without sparing a glance at him.

That ticked him off a bit.

“It’s about your daughter.”

Jason saw Bruce pause, and then turned around to finally face him. “What about her?”

“She’s been flirting with me,” he grumbled.

Bruce raised an amused eyebrow.

“She’s sixteen, and she’s flirting with a twenty-five year old man!” he complained, “If she’s doing this to me, God knows who else she’s been doing this to!”

“And?” Bruce questioned.

“And? And?” Jason repeated, “And aren’t you worried?”

“She can take care of herself,” Bruce stated, “She’s mature. She won’t let herself be taken advantage of.

“Look, Bruce,” Jason squeezed his temples, “It’s great that you trust her and all that, but don’t you think it’s kind of fucked up? Christ, she’s sixteen!”

“And she’s well aware of that,” he said, “What would you have me do? Do you want me to talk to her?”

“Forget it,” he gave in, and left for his safehouse without saying goodbye to you.

Because that night he laid on his bed in the dark, guiltily thinking about your ass on his dick earlier. But thankfully unlike earlier, he had allowed his cock to fill up.

He knew he shouldn’t, but he thought of that time when you and him went jogging around the manor. You wore just a sports bra that showed off your cleavage, and sports shorts that rode up your ass. He couldn’t resist looking at the way your tits bounce with every step, and when you ran in front of him, his eyes darted down to check out your ass before he realised what he was doing and excused himself.

Excuse himself because he needed to stop looking, to stop thinking.

But now, he let his thoughts free.

He thought about how that one drop of sweat trickled down between the valleys of your breasts, how your muscular back glistened in the sun, how flushed your cheeks were.

He glanced down at his cock, which was already hard and leaking precum onto his stomach, twitching in need of attention.

“Don’t touch it, don’t touch it,” he muttered.

He couldn’t stop his mind from wandering, but he could try to resist from touching himself.

He owed you that at the very least.

He gulped loudly.

It really wasn’t fair. You didn’t look sixteen, or act sixteen. You were far mature even at a younger age.

But you were still sixteen.

And it wasn’t fair how you could tease him and get away with it.

“Fuck,” he groaned in frustration.

The way you swore sort of turned him on as well, oddly. He loved your use of language, and how dirty your mouth was.

How even dirtier your mouth would be if he shoved his cock in-

“No,” he whined, and he touched his cock.

He stroked it once, twice, three times, and then he came hard, long ribbons splashing onto his chest.

“I am a jizzcock,” he whispered to himself in shame, and then cleaned himself up.

***

Three months later, Jason had just come back from a mission in Mexico. Throughout his trip, he’d been bombarded with texts from you.

The topics spanned from the usual banter about training, Dick, and how you’ve been annoying Alfred with “ok, boomer” memes, to you sending him mirror selfies of yourself in fitting rooms trying out clothes that made Jason almost drool and you attempting to flirt with him.

Jason responded normally to the former, but sent short uninterested texts to the latter.

But when he came back to his safe house, he found his spare handgun on his bed- which was not where he last put it. On it, was a sticky note with a written message:

Try not to lick. R.

“What the fuck?” he muttered. R must have stood for Robin, and then suddenly Jason gulped, wondering what the fuck you had done to his gun.

He opened his phone to check his conversation with you, only to find that you had sent him a ten-minute length video.

His thumbs were shaking when he clicked play.

The video started with a closeup of your face in an awkward position, setting what Jason presumed to be your phone, on a surface with an angle you had in mind. Jason looked behind him and saw that his chair had been placed right in front of his bed, where you must have put the phone on.

“Fuck,” Jason realised. He did not like where this was going.

Or did he?

In the video, you then strolled to his bed, fingers touching his sheets. You were wearing nothing but a white flowy sundress that Jason thought made your skin look absolutely radiant. But instead of sitting on his bed, you had gone out of the frame, and then came back with the gun.

He swallowed hard.

You sat on the edge of the bed with a naughty glint in your eye. And then, you started to caress yourself sensually, squeezing your breasts as you made your way down to between your legs.

Jason realised he had started sweating and panting, getting aroused as his cock slowly started to fill out.

You spread your legs and dipped your hand beneath your dress, but Jason still couldn’t see anything because you had taken the fabric and hid what was going on under. He saw your mouth fall open and you let out a long, loud moan.

“Jason.”

Jason’s breath stuttered. His cock was aching in his jeans, begging to be touched.

Your hands were working underneath the fabric, teasing Jason with only an idea of what you were doing.

“I’m so wet, Jay,” you purred at the camera.

And then, your other hand went to take the gun.

You brought it up to your lips and flattened your tongue against the gun and licked all the way to the muzzle. Even in the low quality, he could see your saliva wetting his gun. Then, you gave him a wink and brought the gun to where your other hand was, between your legs.

Jason stopped the video then and squeezed his eyes shut, breathing hard through his nose at an attempt to calm himself down. Once he did have a semblance of control, which took almost five minutes of just trying to steady his breathing, he opened his eyes and dialled your number.

“Hey, Jay,” you picked up.

“What the fuck?!” he roared, “How the fuck did you get into my safehouse? Hell, how did you even know where it was?!”

“Oh, Jason, please,” he could hear you roll yours eyes, “You’re overreacting.”

“Over-?” he growled, “Overreacting?! You came into my house and then started to- started to-”

“Fuck myself with your gun?” you giggled.

His dick twitched.

“You need to stop this, kid,” he tried to bring his rage in, “Stop it, before you regret it.”

“Or what?” you teased, “What would you do to me, Jason? Spank me?”

He couldn’t. Jason just couldn’t with you. So he ended the call and threw his phone across the room.

He sat down at the edge of the bed and buried his face in his palms. His cock was still aching, and he was dying to touch it.

He glanced at the gun next to him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and then unbuttoned his jeans, letting out a hiss of relief when he could finally take it out.

He started to furiously stroke his cock, just staring at the gun laying there. He wanted to smell it. He wanted to lick it. He wanted to see if he could still taste you on the metal.

“God fucking dammit,” he cursed, and then he came in pulses.

*** “What’s up, fucktrumpet?” you poked.

Jason let out a long and heavy breath from his nose, the sound becoming static as it went through the voice scrambler of his helmet.

It was a week later, and Jason had joined patrol with you, Bruce and Tim.

“Fuck off, kid,” he walked away from you, pretending to be looking out for something from the ledge of the roof.

“Oh, come on,” you whined, coming closer to him anyway. “You enjoyed it.”

“Tim,” Jason turned away to approach the younger man, “How’s things?”

“Don’t ignore me!” you ran after him.

“Leave me out of whatever this is,” Tim sighed. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Pfft, you’re always in the mood for me, Timbers,” Jason nudged his side with his elbow.

“No, she’s always in the mood for you,” he pointed to you, “For some reason.”

“Well, I’m not in the mood for her,” he grit.

“Meanie,” you pouted, “All I’ve ever been is nice to you, Jay. And what do you do? Act like an absolute thundercunt.”

He wanted to laugh at that, but he couldn’t. He had to keep up his appearances.

“Listen here, you brat,” Jason finally turned to you and poked your shoulder hard with his finger, making you wince. “You stay the fuck away from me.”

“Hey, Jay,” Tim suddenly interrupted, “You don’t need to do that, man.”

“This little bitch broke into my house and started defiling my things, Tim,” he growled, “Yes, I need to do that.”

“Defiling your things?” Tim repeated.

You let out a soft giggle.

“Forget it,” Jason threw his hands up in the air. “I’ll patrol alone.”

Jason saw the slight disappointment in your eyes when he left which made him feel a little guilty, but he ignored it.

Whatever, you were basically just asking for it.

***

Another half a year went by, and Jason found himself at the Manor for Dick’s barbecue and pool party. He was already dreading it, because he knew you would be up to no fucking good, especially when you had the excuse to wear a bikini in front of him.

He had contemplated about not going, but Roy was going to be there, and Roy was making him go.

The first person Jason looked out for was you, because he had to be on his guard. He was standing at the glass sliding door of the manor that opened to the pool to survey the crowd. He spotted you in the pool, laughing at who he assumed was Aqualad- Jason didn't bother to learn his name- wearing a dark red bikini top that fixated behind your neck.

“Jaybird! You made it!” Roy’s voice boomed all the way from the other side of the pool and came running to where Jason was standing awkwardly.

He knew many of Dick's friends, but he was never particularly close to any of them besides Roy and Kori. Now that Kori was gone, Roy was all he had left.

“Don't call me that,” he grumbled back.

“Aw, come on,” Roy groaned, “You came to a pool party in a t-shirt and jeans? Seriously?”

“I wasn't planning on swimming,” he shrugged.

Roy was sporting a horrible bright yellow swimming shorts with green palm leaves.

“Well, I was, so I’ll catch up with you later, okay?”

“Yeah,” Jason nodded and decided to head to the pool chairs and put on his sunglasses. He even brought a book to bury his nose into to avoid social interaction.

He heard a splash of water and from the corner of his eye, saw you coming towards him.

“Don’t even,” he snapped at you before you could get a word out.

“I wasn't even going to do anything, fucking dipshit,” you shot back.

Jason forced his eyes back to his book to avoid getting caught looking at how the water trickled down your glistening skin that looked oh so soft-

“What do you want then?” he huffed, turning a page.

“Well,” you began, taking a seat on the pool chair where Jason's feet were, “I was going to ask you about Roy.”

Jason glared at you, peeking from the top of his book.

“What about Roy?”

“You guys are close, right?” you hummed.

“I guess so.”

“Like, best friends?”

“What are we, twelve?” he scoffed, “Why are you asking me so many questions?”

“Well, since you're close to Roy,” you started, “I was wondering if you knew his type.”

“His type?”

“Yeah, like what kind of girls does he like?” you grinned.

“Ones who aren't underaged,” Jason growled.

“Jason I'm already seventeen,” you reminded, “Which is the legal age of consent in Gotham.”

“It doesn't matter,” he grumbled, “He's older than me, which makes him way too old for you. Forget it.”

You pouted, and then stood up. He had to redirect his gaze back to his book.

“It’s like you don't even know me, Jaybird,” you snickered, and with a flip of your wet hair which splashed droplets of water onto him, you strutted away.

He was gritting his jaw so hard he could feel his teeth ache.

Fuck, why can't you just stop?

“I need a fucking drink,” he muttered to himself and left for the kitchen where he rummaged through the refrigerator to find a stout.

He popped open the bottle cap on the marble edge of the kitchen island.

“Alfred would kill you if he saw you do that,” a voice laughed.

Jason rolled his eyes at Dick, who was sipping on a can of beer behind him. “I’ve gotten in trouble for worse.”

“God, I forget how similar you guys are,” he leaned against the counter.

“Who?”

“You know who. Her,” he pointed out.

“We’re not the same,” he denied, heading back outside.

“No, she deals with her issues better than you did,” Dick followed him, “As a matter of fact, you're still dealing.”

“Get to the point, Grayson,” he snapped.

“The point is, she’s not a kid, Jason,” Dick told him, “Why don't you give her a chance?”

Jason stopped in his tracks, standing still before exiting through the glass door. It was quieter inside the manor.

“A chance for what?” he grit.

“To prove herself to you,” Dick explained, “I've noticed how you treat her, Jay. Tim as well. It's like you're trying to push her away. Why? You don't think she's good enough?”

“Holy shit,” Jason started laughing humourlessly, “You think this is about me simply not liking her? You guys think I'm just being angsty?”

“Isn't it?” Dick cocked his head to the side.

“She's been fucking flirting with me, Grayson,” Jason said.

“Okay, I get that, but she sort of flirts with everyone,” he shrugged.

“She comes and sit on my lap, whispers stupid shit in my ear, sends me pictures of herself trying on revealing clothes, makes vulgar motions with her hands, fucking tries to seduce me,” he listed down, “Don't tell me she does that with everyone.”

“Okay, maybe not,” the older man frowned.

“Let me tell you, then,” Jason walked closer to Dick, “She broke into my fucking house, sat on my fucking bed, and started recording herself on her phone, and then sent the video to me.”

“Wait, what?” Dick sputtered, “Recording herself doing what?”

“You fucking know what,” he stated.

“Oh, Jesus,” Dick ran a finger through his hair, “Wow, she's ballsy.”

“That's your reaction?” Jason scoffed, “She's ballsy?”

“I mean-”

“She's sexually harassing me, Grayson!” he argued.

“But,” Dick began, “What did you really think about it? I mean, really?”

“What do you mean?” he hissed.

“Did you watch it?” Dick persisted. “The video?”

“What- I- no, I just-” Jason spluttered, caught off guard.

“You can't lie to me, Jason,” Dick gave him a mischievous smile, “You like her, too. That's why you're pushing her away. Because you don't think you're good enough for her.”

Fuck Dick and his fucking superior detective skills.

“She's too young for me,” Jason simply stated.

“Well, apparently not too young for Roy,” Dick smirked.

“What-” Jason turned around and looked outside.

You were in the pool, standing in the corner. You had a hand on Roy’s chest, looking up at him and laughing. He had a hand on your waist, and was whispering something into your ear.

Jason went into a fit of rage when he saw Roy touching you.

“Mother fucker,” Jason swore, and without thinking, went straight to where you were. He stood there at the edge of the pool, arms crossed, and looking down at the two of you who were both unaware of his presence.

“Roy,” Jason growled.

Roy jumped and looked at Jason in panic, and as if you electrocuted him, immediately jumped away from your touch.

“H-hey, Jaybird,” he awkwardly laughed, “I was just- I was- uh- I was telling her about what a great friend you were.”

“Oh, really?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah!” he nodded vigorously, “Jason here is super good with his aim as well. Could even rival mine.”

Jason ignored Roy, and glared at you, who was looking up at him with obviously fake innocent eyes.

“Out,” he commanded.

“What?”

“I said out,” he repeated. “Out of the pool. I need to talk to you.”

“Oh, come on, Jason,” you started to whine, but then stopped when you saw his expression.

You climbed out of the pool, and again, Jason had to avert his eyes. Without sparing a glance at you, he gripped you by the arm and pulled you to go inside.

“Ow! Jason, let go, fucking cocksucker!” you cried.

He snatched a towel from Tim’s grip as he walked, ignoring Tim’s protests and stares from others, and then threw it on top of your head.

“Ugh- Jason!” you complained. He continued to lead you inside the manor, up the stairs, and to his old room.

He slammed the door shut behind him.

“What's the big deal, you shitpouch?! Who do you fucking think you are? Fucking cumwipe, pisswizard, cuntpuddle...”

That wasn't the end of your swearing. You went on for another good minute of words that could make Batman blush, before stopping.

You were fuming. Your face red, your expression twisted into a scowl, water dripping all over the wooden floors, the fluffy towel around your neck that you hadn't used.

God, you were so hot when you were angry.

“You done?” he deadpanned. He sensed that you were going to go into another stream of name calling, so he cut you off.

“I told you to forget Roy,” he grit.

“And since when have I ever done what you told me to do?” you shot at him

You had a point.

“Look, kid-”

“I'm not a fucking kid, Jason!” you yelled at him for the first time, “I haven't been a kid since my dad- since I was twelve!”

Jason suddenly felt pain in his chest.

“I know you've been through shit,” Jason acknowledged, “What happened with your dad and your brother- I’m fucking glad I killed them. And even if I hadn’t back then, I would have broken every single rule and hunt them down and make them suffer before ending their lives after finding out what they did to you. Hell, before you told me that they were dead, I was already ready to turn every single rock to find them.”

Your expression softened at that.

“And I know you had to grow up fast,” he continued, “All of us who lived there did. But you're out of that now. You don't have to fucking try so hard to act older than you are anymore.”

Your eyes shone with anger once more.

“That's the thing you never got, Jason,” you spat, “I'm not trying. I never did. This is who I am.”

You were looking at him with such fierce intensity that Jason almost forgot how to breathe.

Because you were right. He had gone through the same process where he was made to grow up fast, where he couldn’t afford to act like a kid.

He looked at you, trying not to show much emotion on his face.

Somehow in the heat of the argument and you yelling cusses at him, the two of you had gotten closer to each other, and Jason could even see the tears brimming in your eyes that were threatening to spill.

He immediately felt like a piece of shit, like every word you called him. He never wanted to hurt you.

“Whatever,” Jason huffed, looking away to avoid your glare, “Just stay away from Roy.”

“Why, you two dating or something?” you smirked.

He simply glared at you. You obviously had recovered from your anger and was now back to your usual snarky self.

“Or,” you began, “You were jealous.”

“Don't be ridiculous,” Jason objected, “Why would I be jealous?”

“Because,” you drawled, walking closer to him, “You like me.”

Jason had backed up each time you walked to him, and before he knew it his back was hitting the door.

Fuck, he hated how much you affected him. You had him backed up against the fucking door, for fuck’s sake.

To get a semblance of power back, he stared at you straight in the eye, unblinking, and leaned closer to you.

“You wish,” he said coldly.

He noticed that your breath stuttered, and a blush creeped up your cheeks.

Then, he leaned back and smirked.

“Oh, no you don't,” you shook your head, “You think you can win this game, Todd?”

“Unlike you, I'm not playing a game.”

“But yes you are, Jay,” you placed your palms flat on his chest, “You’ve been playing hard to get with me.”

“Playing hard to get is only used when the other person actually wants you,” he scoffed.

He didn't know why, but he was sweating. His respiratory rate had gone up, and shit.

Shit.

He could feel his dick getting filled up.

Maybe it was how close you were to him, maybe it was the fact that you were half naked in front of him with all the privacy he could have asked for.

Maybe it was the fact that it was you who had him in a corner instead of the other way round.

“I'm not a fucking idiot, Jay. Batman trained me, too. I've seen how you look at me and I’ve seen how you tried not to.”

Fuck.

“Your pupils dilate, your breathing gets faster, you start to sweat,” you went on, “And then suddenly you excuse yourself. You run away.”

Your hands went up to his shoulders, and your body was now against his, getting his clothes wet. He could smell the chlorine on you when you leaned into his ear and whispered.

“You fucking coward,” you breathed.

Jason's breath hitched and he had to squeeze his eyes shut. He pressed his palms against the door behind him to restrain himself from touching you, grabbing you, squeezing you, slapping you.

Jason knew he was fully hard now, because it was getting painful.

Suddenly, the pressure and heat of your body against his own disappeared. He opened his eyes.

But sucked in a breath when he saw that you were on your knees in front of him, eye level to his crotch, the tent in his pants mere inches away from your lips.

“What the fuck are you- mmpf,” he threw his head back, hitting the door.

You had gripped his shaft hard, sending a pulse of pleasure through his body.

No. Jason had to stop this. He couldn't go through with this. He shouldn't.

“You want me to suck your cock, Jay?” You purred.

Jason swallowed hard, just trying his best to restrain himself.

He remained silent for a beat. And then-

“Do whatever you want,” he managed to choke out.

You showed him a winning grin, and then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling down his jeans.

You started to mouth his length through the fabric of his boxers, getting it translucent with your spit. He had never been so horny in his entire life.

As much as Jason’s head was screaming at him, telling him to stop you, telling him how inappropriate it was, he didn’t have the strength to voice it out.

He wanted to tell you to stop teasing him, to hurry up and put your mouth around his cock already, but again, it was like he had lost his voice.

He was utterly conflicted, so he opt to just stay silent.

You hooked your fingers in the waistband of his briefs and then pulled it down, revealing his cock to you. He hissed slightly at the relief.

Jason wanted to remember your expression the minute you saw his cock forever, he wanted to burn it in his brain and immortalize it. Your eyes had gone rounder, your mouth popped open with a gasp, and your excitement grew.

“It’s everything that I’ve dreamed about and more,” you fluttered your eyes dramatically before gripping his shaft and licking one long, steady stripe from the base to his tip.

Jason bit his lip to muffle his groan.

You licked him again, and again, and then started to swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, tracing your tongue around the sulcus underneath his head.

Fuck, you were so fucking good at teasing him, and making him squirm.

He looked down at you, and you were looking up through your long lashes, eyes almost innocent. And then, you took him in his mouth, going all the way down.

“Fuck,” Jason gasped.

You immediately built a rhythm, the most perfect rhythm that he liked. It was suspicious how you knew his preference, and at the back of his head he made a mental reminder to check his room for hidden cameras.

You provided him with the right amount of tongue, the right amount of suction, the right amount of teeth gently grazing him from time to time that he swore could have drove him insane.

Your mouth was soft, and warm, and wet, and before he knew it, he was ready to fucking explode.

As if you were familiar with his expressions, you picked up the pace and started sucking even harder each time you bobbed your head. Jason felt his balls tighten, the heat spreading to his toes and making them tingle.

“Fuck- I’m gonna- I’m gonna-” he rasped.

And then he released with sudden explosion into your mouth, going through a sensory overdrive because as he was releasing, he could still feel you sucking him dry and swallowing.

When he was done, you released his cock with a pop and a grin.

Jason had to catch his breath for a while, because it was the best head he had ever received in his entire life, and he had managed to keep his hands off you the entire time.

“You made me jealous on purpose,” he panted.

“Duh,” you stood up after politely zipping him back up, putting your hands on your waist so fucking proudly, like a power stance.

“Where the hell did you learn how to suck cock that good?” he interrogated.

“You’ve lived in Titans Tower before,” you winked, “You should know.”

He didn’t like that. He didn’t like that statement and implication one bit.

“This can’t,” he started, “We can’t-”

“This can’t happen again?” you finished for him, rolling your eyes. “Typical. Just get over yourself already, Jason. It gets tiring.”

“I’m no good for you,” he avoided your eyes.

“You say that right after coming into my mouth,” you scoffed, “Sure.”

He clenched his jaw. You were right. He was trash for doing that to you, defiling you like that.

Jason must have let his emotions leak, because you suddenly added, “What I meant was, we’ve already crossed that line. We don’t have to go back to how it was before. I like you, Jason. And I know you like me, too.”

“That doesn’t matter,” he muttered, “This was a mistake. We can’t do this again. I’m sorry. Just stay away from me.”

He left.

***

He had avoided you for a long time after that.

Months went by, and he ignored your texts and your calls. Even the knockings outside his door. He had made sure to upgrade his security, with both Tim and Roy’s help so you couldn’t break in again.

When he went on patrols with everyone else, he made sure you couldn’t catch him alone, so he arrived at the very latest, and left at the very soonest, never exchanging more than a few words with you.

And every time, it killed him. He saw the hurt flash in your eyes every time he left quickly, he noticed that you had texted him less and less as the months went on, and eventually came to a complete stop.

You had even stopped calling him those weird, creative swear names that he loved so much.

Jason finally won. He had managed to get you to give up on him.

But hell did it make him feel like absolute shit.

Eight months had passed by, and he was getting ready for the event he had absolutely been dreading. It was your 18th birthday party that Bruce had used as an excuse to host a charity gala at the manor.

Jason thought it was a dick move for him to take advantage of your birthday for the sake of his own gain, but apparently you had been more than supportive over it, understanding Bruce’s position as one of Gotham’s elite.

He didn’t want to go. He couldn’t bear to face you again where you could pull him somewhere private to talk to him. But Dick and Tim had convinced him.

It was your birthday after all.

When he arrived, everyone was staring at him.

Well, he was wearing just a leather jacket over a black shirt and a pair of dark denim jeans after all.

“You couldn’t have dressed for the occasion, Jason?” he heard Tim approach him from behind.

Tim was sporting a suit, just like everyone else.

“Couldn’t be bothered,” he shrugged, “What’s the agenda?”

“Mingling, dinner, speeches, more mingling,” Tim listed down, “Typical charity ball. The others are at the tents. We should get going.”

“I’m the dead son, remember?” he pointed out, “I don’t need to sit with you guys.”

“We’ll introduce you as Dick’s boyfriend or something, come on,” Tim gestured.

“Oh, the media would love that,” Jason muttered under his breath and went along.

The banquet area was set outside in the backyard of the Manor, where tents with clear plastic canopies were propped up, decorated with fairy lights. Since it was spring, the weather was cool enough for suits and warm enough for strapless dresses.

The main tent had a stage where a band was playing classical music- typical tunes you would hear at any other fucking gala.

Each table seated ten, and Tim had brought Jason to a table closest to the stage where he saw Dick, Bruce, and you were already seated with four others. He recognized the Mayor, the Commissioner, Lucius Fox, and a middle aged woman with greying hair he didn’t recognize with who Jason presumed was her husband.

Jason avoided looking at you, but he knew that you were staring right at him. Tim took a seat, and Jason cursed softly when he realised that the only other seat available was in between you and Dick.

Looking straight ahead, he calmly sat down. From the corner of his eye and from a portion of what he could make out, he saw that you were wearing a midnight blue dress, and a silver bracelet around your wrist which you rested on the table.

Bruce had started to converse with the guests, and Dick and Tim were having a banter amongst themselves.

“Hey,” he heard your voice.

“Happy birthday,” he mumbled.

“Thanks,” you replied.

And that was that. The two of you remained silent, with Jason occasionally checking his phone and still avoiding looking at you.

“It’s time for our speech,” Jason heard Bruce whisper to you.

He heard you get up and shuffled to the stage. He was hardly paying attention during Bruce’s welcome speech.

“...and then, the woman of the hour, my lovely daughter,” Bruce introduced you. The audience broke out in applause. Jason still hadn’t turned your way.

“Hello, everyone,” he heard your uncharacteristically nervous and shy voice over the sound system. He took a sip of wine. “T-thank coming for you all- uh- I mean-”

The audience laughed, but not in mockery. Jason couldn’t help but look at you now.

He accidentally inhaled his wine, and ended up trying to cover his coughing fits.

Up on stage, where the spotlight was on you, he had noticed your midnight blue dress had small sparkling stars on them, making you seem like you were wearing the clear night sky. Your hair was done in a simple graceful updo, which exposed your neck that he noticed was flushed, a blush creeping up to your cheeks at your own embarrassment.

Your eyes were wide in panic, and you kept on playing with your thumbs subconsciously.

His breath stuttered, because he thought you were the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his eyes on.

You were usually so snarky, so full of confidence, and wit with a mouth that could make a sailor blush- but there you were spluttering all over the microphone, a blushing mess. And hell, did that make Jason’s chest tighten in yearning for you.

“I’m sorry, I’m not used to crowds like my father is,” you tried to laugh it off, “Here, let’s try again.”

Despite your fumbles, you had a certain charm on stage that made everyone just like you.

“Thank you all for coming to my eighteenth birthday party,” you started, “I must admit, at first I wanted my party to be small and intimate. But I realised that this celebration could be used for something good instead.”

Another round of claps.

“I come from a very… humbling area in Gotham. I’m sure we’re all familiar with Crime Alley,” you stated, confidence growing as you got used to being on stage, “It was hard, living as a child in the streets. But I got lucky. Bruce Wayne found me.”

“Being the daughter of Bruce Wayne has taught me a lot about understanding and acknowledging my own privilege and using it to help others. Growing up there, myself and many other children were faced with the harsh reality of poverty and abandonment. Therefore, I would like to announce that I have started a foundation called Wayne’s Foundation for Children of Hope, where all proceeds will go to the development of Crime Alley.”

You paused and smiled at the flashing cameras of the media and waited for the applause to die down.

“Our first initiative is to build a home for lost children aged eighteen and under, to provide shelter, basic healthcare, food, and education. The primary goal of these shelters is to help kids find a place where they belong, and to help set them back on the right track. These kids also have the option to maintain anonymity for cases that involve abusive environments.”

Jason was looking at you in awe. You were standing proudly at the podium, graceful in your posture, a fierce intensity in your eyes- all previous nervousness completely gone.

Next to him, Dick leaned in and whispered, “It was all her idea, you know. Every single plan for this foundation, even the future plans she hadn’t mentioned. All hers.”

Jason remained silent and watched as you continued your speech.

“But the truth is,” you smiled sadly, “It’s still not enough. The situation in a lot of areas in Gotham is painfully swept under the rug. But hopefully with this, people like us can make things a little better for them. If you’d like to donate to the foundation, it would mean a lot to me, and to the other kids who had to grow up too fast.”

You made eye contact with Jason at that last statement, causing his heart to suddenly drum faster.

The crowd broke in a loud applause and you thanked them graciously, waving as you stepped down from the podium to take your seat.

This time, Jason didn’t take his eyes off you.

“That was great!” Tim gave you a thumbs up, “You did great!”

“Well done,” Dick grinned.

Jason took your hand and gave it a little squeeze, just smiling at you in silence. You looked at him with obvious shock, and then grinned back.

“Beautiful, Ms. Wayne,” the Mayor sitting across from you beamed, “You’ve taken after your father’s charms.”

“Thank you, Mr. Mayor,” you nodded, “But I’d like to think that my charms are my own.”

Jason had to bite back a laugh when he saw the man turn red.

He was somehow more relaxed now, even sparing occasional glances at you as you conversed with others. The dance floor was now open, and the guests had left their seats to mingle with others. The MC also announced that the bar was open.

“That’s my cue,” Jason winked at you, and then went straight to the bar to get himself something strong. From there, he just leaned back and watched how the disgustingly rich people made themselves feel better about themselves by donating the occasional couple of million dollars. Soon enough, he got sick of the pearls and diamond earrings, the solid gold watches.

He checked his own battered and scratched Swiss Army watch he had lifted from a drug lord many years ago. He should be going back soon. It wasn’t like he was needed there anyway. He had already wished you and made peace.

“What do you think?” he heard your voice approach him.

He turned and saw you come up next to him.

“Too fancy for my taste,” he started, “Looks like it took you a whole hour just to get into the damn thing. And those shoes? Looks like the crowbar was less painful than walking around in that.”

It took you a couple of seconds before realising that he was talking about your outfit.

“I meant the foundation, you fucknugget,” you hissed.

“Be careful there, sweetheart,” he raised an eyebrow, “Don’t want these people hearing you speak like that. You’ll lose your charm.”

“I don’t know how Bruce does it,” you shook your head, “It’s so exhausting.”

Jason hummed back at you as a comfortable silence fell. The two of you leaning back against the bar and just watching the crowd.

“I think it’s a great idea,” he finally said.

“Thanks,” you pursed your lips, “I kept on thinking of you, you know? When we were coming up with the plans. Was wondering what you would think of it.”

“You’re making it sound like I’m the only one from there.”

“Well, you’re the only one who would understand,” you explained, “The others, of course they empathized. But they wouldn’t understand. Not like how you and I do.”

And Jason realised that it was that factor that probably drew you close to him when you first came to them, the fact that Jason understood at more than just a superficial level how shit your life was before coming to the manor. It was a painful past that only the two of you shared, and only the two of you could talk about.

Silence fell again.

“I’m sorry,” you suddenly brought up.

“For what?” he frowned.

“For making you uncomfortable for so long,” you whispered, “I don’t know why I did it. I guess I liked your reactions. And I guess I just wanted your attention. And during that pool party- I- I thought-”

Jason waited for you to finish your sentence.

“Nevermind,” you looked away, “Forget it. I just wanted to say sorry. I crossed the line. After you stopped talking to me, I just. I don’t want that. So I’ll stop, okay? You don’t have to avoid me anymore.”

He turned around to face you.

“I stopped talking to you not because I was mad at you,” he told you, “I stopped talking to you because I was mad at myself.”

You faced him with curious eyes.

“I thought- well- fuck,” it was Jason’s turn to splutter. He took a deep breath and started again. “I thought that it was a real shit move for me to do what I did to you.”

“Wait, what?” you questioned, “What you did to me?”

“Yeah,” he grumbled, “You know. That.”

“Jason, I was the one who practically jumped you,” you scoffed, “I basically forced it on you. Why are you blaming yourself?”

“Force me? Pfftsh, you couldn’t force me to do anything.”

“Jason.”

“I liked it, okay?” he threw his arms up, “I didn’t stop you because I liked it, and I shouldn’t have liked it. I was taking advantage of you. It was wrong of me to do so.”

“God, you’re so fucking stupid,” you laughed, “I’ve been pining over you since Bruce told me you were… You know who.”

You lowered your voice.

“Want to talk inside?” he offered.

“Good idea,” you agreed.

The two of you made your way past the garden and into the manor.

“Is it okay for the birthday girl to disappear from her own party?” he smirked when he closed the door to Bruce’s study, which was the nearest room that offered privacy.

“Oh, please,” you waved your hand and sat on Bruce’s desk, “The whole party was never about me. I’m just another excuse for those cuntflaps to show off their new diamonds.”

He chuckled. “Anyway, you were saying? Something about Bruce telling me I was Red Hood?”

“Yeah,” you bit your lip in nervousness, “I’ve had a crush on you since then.”

“Really?”

Jason knew that you obviously had a crush on him, especially because of the neverending teasing and seductions, but he didn’t know it stemmed from that long ago.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I remember thinking to myself, like wow. This is the guy who killed them. And you know what? You looked exactly like how I thought you would.”

“What? How so?”

“Huge,” you started, “Scars everywhere. Grouchy as hell.”

“I’m not as grouchy as Bruce,” he defended himself.

“Still,” you chuckled, “You looked exactly like how I imagined my hero to look.”

“Super hot, sexy, and good looking?” he joked.

He had expected you to roll your eyes and throw an insult at him, but you just tightened your lips and looked away.

“Look, k- sweetheart,” he stopped himself from calling you a kid. From what he saw on the stage earlier, you were already so much better than he was. “I’m going to be honest, alright? And you better damn well appreciate it, because I’m never honest.”

You giggled softly. He walked to stand in front of you at the desk.

“I think you’re great,” he stated, “And I think you’re beautiful, and sexy. And…”

He hesitated, thinking of whether or not to continue.

Fuck it. He might as well.

“And I like you,” he forced out, “More than you know. Fuck, I like you. I like you so much it fucking hurts sometimes.”

You looked up at him with hopeful, glistening eyes.

“But I’m no good for you,” he repeated what he said all those months ago, “I can never do what you just did. Start a fucking charity on your birthday and announce it to the world as if it was nothing. Fuck, I don’t think I should even be seen walking around next to you when you look like that. I’m a fucking mess, sweetie. You don’t want that.”

He saw as you digest what he had just said. Then, you looked up at him and asked, “What do you think I want?”

“What do I think?” he repeated.

You nodded.

“I think you should be with someone who’s closer to your age, for one,” he rolled his eyes, “And someone who doesn’t have scars all over their face. Someone who isn’t grouchy. Someone charming who can stand next to you on stage wearing a proper suit and tie.”

“You’re right,” you nodded, “I should be with someone like that.”

Jason felt a pang in his chest at your agreement.

“But I don’t want to be with someone like that,” you continued, “I want to be with someone who was ready to hunt down and hurt the people who terrorized me for years. I want to be with someone whose face is littered with scars as proof that they went through just as much shit as I did and survived.”

You hopped from the desk and stood up straight, stretching your hand up to cup Jason’s face. He leaned into the warmth of your caress, his breath hitching at the close contact. His hands automatically went to rest on your waist, still respectfully high.

“I want you, Jason,” you whispered, pulling him down to your lips, “I want someone who can handle my bites.”

To demonstrate, you sucked in his lower lip, eliciting a low moan from him.

And then you bit down hard.

He gasped at the stinging pain, and then sighed when you massaged his lip with yours. Heat suddenly spread throughout his body, particularly at his member which was growing hard fast. He could smell the wine on your breath that you must have snuck a few sips from, the vanilla lotion you always wore, and a new particularly enticing perfume that you must have gotten for the occasion.

“I want someone who can call me a little bitch straight to my face,” Jason felt you grin against his lips.

The two of you were kissing now, harsh and forceful, as if deprived of touch. Fuck, he loved how you were nipping at his lips and his tongue, tugging his hair lightly.

Both of you gasped for air, and just stood there foreheads against each other, his erection pressed against your stomach, your hands around his neck.

“I want someone who is resourceful enough to enhance his home security to make sure I don’t break in and fuck myself with his weapons again,” you chuckled.

“Was it…” he started, “Was it loaded?”

“You bet it was,” you smiled.

“Fuck,” he swore and then crashed his lips against yours again. He lifted you up to sit on the desk, and then stood in between your open thighs. At the slightly elevated level, he could properly grind his erection against your pussy, still covered by your dress.

“You liked that?” you giggled, “I thought you weren’t into that. I got a bit worried.”

“Hell yeah, I liked that,” he rasped, “What kind of sane man wouldn’t?”

He started to nibble on the skin on your neck, sucking and biting and licking

“I’m pretty sure not everyone is into the thought of fucking a loaded gun into a pussy,” you laughed, “Which proves my point. You and me? We’re perfect, Jay- fuck, don’t leave any marks, dumbass.”

“Point taken, baby.”

“Mmm, call me that again,” you moaned.

He stopped nibbling on your neck, brought his eyes to yours, and with a defiant smirk, he said, “No.”

It was like Jason saw the switch in you flick on, because you suddenly pushed him away aggressively. He stumbled, not expecting it.

“Oh, you think you’re in control, Todd?” you purred, twisting your fists in his leather jacket. You were shorter than him, and your frame much smaller. But Jason just loved the authority that radiated from you.

“You think you’re the one who has power over me?” you drawled, pulling him to the side where Bruce had set up a leather sofa and a coffee table.

“When all this while, I’m the one who had you wrapped around my finger?” you snarled, and then pushed him down on the sofa.

Before Jason could even register what was happening, you were already on top of him, straddling him. He looked up at you, the pressure of your weight on his crotch making him pant with want.

“So are you going to call me baby again?” you asked sweetly, tugging at his jacket to remove it.

“Maybe in due time,” he gasped when you bit the flesh that connected his neck and shoulder hard.

Fuck, he was throbbing in his pants.

You took off his shirt and ran your hand down his body. Jason smirked when he saw you bite your lip as you took in his figure.

He still had a bit of fight left in him, and he wasn’t going to beg.

Yet.

“Why must you be so stubborn, Todd?” you breathed, teeth catching at his earlobe and biting. You were rocking your hips against his erection, and he swore that if you didn’t take it out, he was going to rip a hole in his pants with it.

“H-hey, you’ve always been the pushy one,” he stuttered.

“That’s because I like to get what I want,” you pinched his nipples hard.

“Fuck!” he yelped at the sudden pain, and then glared at you as you just grinned cheekily. “I don’t know why I never took you for a sadist before this.”

“Because you’re an idiot, Jay,” you teased, “All I did was torture you.”

“Yes, you did,” he rested his hands on your hips, motioning for you to grind on him harder, “You made me so fucking hard on purpose, and then I had to go back and jerk off to you, which made it worse because I felt so fucking guilty after.”

“That was your own fault,” you frowned. You were finally, finally unbuckling his belt. “You saw me as a kid when I wasn’t.”

“You were still underaged, you brat,” he laughed, “It didn’t matter if you were wise beyond your years- ah, fuck yeah.”

You had finally unzipped him, releasing him from the constraints of his denim.

“Take everything off for me, Jay,” you demanded, sitting up on your knees to give him room to do so.

He listened to you happily, glad to be rid of his clothes. His cock slapped against his lower abdomen, already leaking so much precum.

“Why am I the only one naked?” he voiced out his displeasure.

“Because it took me twenty minutes to get into this dress, and I’m not undressing for anyone before the night is over,” you announced.

“But, baby,” he pouted, rejoicing at how he made your breath hitch, and rested his chin between your breasts, “I want to see your tits.”

You frowned and bit your lip as you looked down at him, considering his plea. He made a mental reminder that you must like dirty talk.

“Then make sure you don’t go home so early tonight,” you managed to choke out.

Jason thought that you also must have liked to be the submissive one, as well.

You leaned into him and kissed him again, this time less rough. He moaned into your mouth, slipping his tongue in as he grabbed your hips and tried to rub his cock against your pussy, underneath your dress. He gasped when he felt that you were already bare, and leaking.

“What happened to your- your panties?” he rasped.

“Long gone,” you winked.

“Fuck, you fucking nymph,” he chuckled, and then groaned when you started to slide the head of his cock between your wet lips.

“Jason, I’ve wanted your cock so bad,” you muttered into his ear as you rubbed your slick all over his length, “You’ve no idea how many times I’ve fucked myself with- with whatever I could find, pretending it was you.”

“Fuck, baby,” he whined, throwing his head back against the couch. Your dirty mouth was doing so many things to him, he was worried that he was going to come right there and then.

“After that time I sucked you off?” you continued, “All I wanted was to choke on it, Jay. I just want your dick in my throat.”

You lifted your hips and sank down onto him. Both of you groaned lowly in pleasure. Fuck, you were so tight, and warm, and wet, and oh so soft.

“Ah! Jason!” you cried out when he bottomed out, “Fuck, I’m going to feel you for fucking days.”

“Shit, baby,” he choked, “Baby, please. Please, move.”

“You want me to move?” you teased.

“Yes,” he whispered.

“How would you like me to move, Jay?” you smiled.

“Any- I don’t care-”

“Nice, and slow like this?” you lifted your hips up, and Jason could feel the torturously slow drag of your walls against his shaft, even as you sanked back down you were slow.

“Hnng- fuck-” Jason mewled, lost for words. “Please.”

It was all he could say.

“Or hard and fast like this?” you slammed your hips down, and started bouncing on his cock at a brutal pace that knocked his breath out.

“Fuck!” he yelled, “Fuck, baby, fuck!”

You weren’t being any softer as well. Through tear-filled hazy eyes, Jason saw your eyes fluttered close in pleasure, your mouth falling open as you cried out wanton moans, and gasped, and groaned for him.

“Jason! Fuck, Jay, fuck!”

He couldn’t take it anymore.

He gripped your hips hard, and then started to fuck himself up into you, matching your pace, making you fucking scream.

He could feel your walls tighten around his cock, the same time you started whining, “Jason, Jason, I’m gonna- I’m gonna-”

“Me too, sweetheart, me too,” he gasped.

“Come inside me, Jason, please!” you sobbed.

“But-”

“Just- just- please, please, please,” you squeezed your eyes shut and threw your head back.

Jason felt your pussy clench tight onto him, triggering his own orgasm. He released inside you while still fucking you hard, trying to prolong both of your highs.

Soon, he was oversensitive, the feeling of your walls almost painful. You calmed down, still panting above him, and he just couldn’t help but stare at you in amazement.

“Holy shit,” you giggled above him, “Holy shit, that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Uh- I,” he panicked, “I came inside of you, fuck!”

“I’m on the pill, don’t worry,” you smiled, “Fuck, I just. I just wanted to walk around after this with my panties soaked in your cum.”

“How the fuck are you eighteen and already so fucking kinky,” he groaned.

You only laughed and slowly lifted yourself off of him. He hissed at the movement, feeling hypersensitive at every touch.

You went to look for your panties, which Jason noticed were a lacy black, and then put them on under your dress.

He was still sprawled out on the sofa naked, sweaty, and well spent.

“I also didn’t want any of your spunk to get on my dress,” you told him.

“S’pretty dress,” he mumbled back to you.

“You should get dressed, Jay,” you walked towards him, hands on your hips.

“Do I need to get back out there?” he complained, “Can’t I just wait in your room?”

“If you get dressed and attend the party, I’ll let you fuck me with one of your guns,” you promised.

“Really?” his eyes widen, and then he jumped back up to put on his clothes.

“I gotta tell you something, though,” you started.

“What is it?” he hummed, tucking his black shirt into his jeans.

“The safety was on,” you said, “On the gun, I mean. It was loaded, but the safety was on.”

“Oh, baby,” he looked at you seriously, “If you told me the safety was off, I would have shot you myself for being so stupid.”

You giggled.

He gave you his arm. “Shall we?”

“Yes, we shall,” you took it. “By the way.”

“What?”

“Are you going to switch back to a more lax security?”

“And have you breaking in again? You wish, kid.”

[jiminsbabexxx]

Afraid

Afraid Part 5 

“I told you Bruce if anything happened to her it was you’re fault!” Dick yelled. “It was not my intention to get her hurt!” Bruce yelled. “She almost fucking died!” Dick screamed. “Ow.” You whimpered out, Dick and Bruce whipping their heads toward you. Dick was still in his suit so was Bruce, but Bruce was lacking his mask. “Y/N, how are you feeling?” Bruce asked, walking closer to your side. 

“Get out.” You said. “What?” Bruce asked, you looking up at him. “Get, out.” You said, venom in your voice. “Y/N-” Bruce said, you cutting him off. “Get out!” You yelled, groaning after. “Master Bruce, may you please give us a moment.” Alfred said, Bruce turning around and walking out.

 “Miss Y/N, how are you feeling?” Alfred asked, you chuckling. “Like I’ve been shot.” You said, Tim walking in. “Hey Y/N congrats you made it into the been shot club.” Tim said, you smiling. “So Y/N, who shot you?” Dick asked, you looking down at your hands. “No one, it was an accident.” You said, Dick and Tim looking at each other. “Y/N Barb told us, it was Jason.” Tim said. 

“So what happened between you and Jay?” Dick asked. “Nothing.” You said. “The hickies on your neck say otherwise.” Dick said, you’re hand going up to your neck. “You slept with Jason?!” Tim asked. “Keep your fucking voice down, the last thing I need is Bruce knowing.” You said. “That’s why his name is on your hip?” Dick asked, you looking at him confused.

 “What are you talking about?” You asked. “Look at your hip.” Dick said, you pulling your pants down a little. “Motherfucker.” You said, pissed. “Now you have his name tattooed on you and a gunshot wound from him also, romantic.” Tim said. “Bruce is going to fucking kill me.” You said. “You? No. Jason? Yes.” Dick said. 

It was 3 weeks later, and you were back up walking and moving. But you were still off from combat for another 2 weeks, or until Bruce had decided. You and Bruce had no communication, what was there to say? Sorry I lied about Jason, sorry I got you shot. Sorry I almost got you killed, sorry I left you all alone to bleed out. Sorry I left you once again all alone. He was stubborn, but you were also his daughter and just as stubborn.

 Knock, Knock. “Hey Y/N, you coming down for breakfast?” Dick asked, you sitting on your bed. “Depends, whose going to be there?” You asked, sensing his silence. “Yeah, I’m not going I’ll eat later.” You said. “It’s not an option.” Dick said, you frowning. “Alright, don’t get your panties in a bunch.” You said, standing up wobbly.

 “Woah, need some help there?” Dick asked, reaching out and grabbing you. “Yeah actually, that would be nice.” You said, Dick picking you up and carrying you downstairs. Walking into the kitchen, Dick setting you down on one of the chairs. Bruce, Alfred, Tim, Dick, Damian, and you in the kitchen. “You know Y/N you should start practicing walking more often so you get back.” Bruce said, you rolling your eyes. “Like you would know.” You said.

 “I actually would.” Bruce said. “Why, your armors the strongest out of all of us how about you give us some upgrades.” You said. “I’ll look into it.” Bruce said. “Bout time you did something.” You said, Dick speaking up. “Okay guys it’s too early for this, Bruce why did you call all of us here?” Dick asked. “Thanks Dick, I called us all here because something that is going to change all of our lives is about to change.” Bruce said, the doorbell ringing.

 “Speaking of, Y/N will you get the door for us?” Bruce asked smiling, you groaning and getting up to open the door. Taking a deep breath before opening the door, putting a smile on your face. “Hey beautiful, miss me?” Jason asked smirking, you having a look of shock. You knew those bright blue eyes, and that bright white streak from anywhere. And the J sitting perfectly on his cheek, it was Jason. Jason Fucking Todd. 

Song ~ Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace 

[februarys-wednesday]

batfamily and their favorite swears

dick: i like to imagine the cheesy replacements he used as a kid sorta come instinctually to him . like on the regular when he's thinking about his words he uses normal ones but under duress he'll just yell out like "BUGNUGGETS, damian-"

jason: this man loves his language as we all know and i think if we're talking singular words his favorite would be fuck. but his favorite manner in which to swear is beneath a long and colorful and eloquent insult,, like jay's probably called bruce a "cockeyed, splinter-shitting obstinate little fuck" at one point or another

tim: tim is a frequent user of the word shit. examples:

tim, watching kon change his shirt: shitttt 😏

tim, running from bruce after setting off the perimeter alarms trying sneaking out: shitshitshitshitshit

tim, losing at mariokart again: shit ☹️

tim, realizing mid-patrol he has a board meeting tomorrow and hasn't ironed his suit: SHIT

tim, finding out stephanie is preggers: well . shit 😀

tim, after damian unplugs the xbox: you little SHIT-

damian: cunt. i do not believe i need to elaborate

cass: if cass is swearing, it's either at you or at a situation. if it is at a situation, run, if it is at you, run. i think her favorite probably switches up a ton but she has a fondness for bitch

stephanie: stephanie takes dick's replacement curses and combines them with actual profanity; ie fucknuggets, really shits my biscuits, H-E-double FUCK FUCK; i also think she'd like mashing swears together ie shitass bitchfuck dickshit fuckycunt goddamn shitbitch of a cuntface, i could go on,

bruce: rarely swears bc he trained himself out of it when dick came to the house and also he was raised by alfred. would claim not to have a favorite swear but he does and it's fuck. again he doesnt swear much but when he does swear it's very exasperated

bruce, very tired of this case, interrogating: sighs what the fuck did you do

bruce, seeing hal jordan, speeding up: fuck

bruce, at a gala, watching lex approach, through his teeth: fuckfuckfuckfu

bruce, hearing damian tried to run black mask through with a sword: damian...

damian: yes father?

bruce: fuck . why

damian:

damian: you cu-

[butwhyduh]

Omg! Italian-American Jason ttly watches soccer while being overly emotional about it.

I also deeply believe that he prefers soccer to football and y'all can rip this headcanon from my cold, dead hands.

I’ve never considered that but yes! Jason watches soccer and yells about bad calls while eating the most unhealthy food you’ve ever heard of.

“Did you have to make bacon Mac and cheese chili cheese dogs?” You asked watching him load up like it was his last meals. Just because he went through calories like he stole them didn’t mean you could.

“There’s also a margerita pizza in the oven and a salad in the fridge,” he said with kiss to your forehead. “But the game starts in 5 and I’m not missing it. And if Metropolis keeps diving, I swear I will personally drive over there and whoop-“

“Jay!”

“Kidding! I’ll have a nice kind conversation about how it’s a fucking soccer field and not a diving board,” he ended his sentence. You had your hands on your hips and looked at him. “I’m not going anywhere. But I don’t know if I can stay cool with Tim’s boyfriend talking trash if we lose another game to metropolis of all places.”

“You’re gonna take a breath before you burst a blood vessel,” you said rolling your eyes. A knock at the door broke your conversation as Jason opened the door. Dick, Tim, Damian, and Roy showed up.

“Look who the cat dragged in,” Jason said with a grin.

“We we’re almost late because this one was Skyping,” Roy said pointing to Tim.

“Kon is in space and he managed a call. What can I say,” Tim said slipping away before Jason could give him a head rub.

“Stop being so horny?” Damian answered.

“You shouldn’t even know that word,” Dick protested.

“I’m 15. Everyone knows that word,” Damian said slipping his shoes off unlike the other guys. Jason looked at them pointedly and they complied before piling in the living area. Jason and Roy piled unfathomable amounts of food on their plates. Dick grabbed a single slice of pizza and sat down.

“What is that?” Jason asked. Dick looked up confused. “What child are you feeding? That’s a bite.”

“Oh, well some of us have to fit in our suits and can’t just eat junk,” Dick answered and Jason and Roy started laughing. “You joke but I went out for tacos with Kori one time and I felt like Mr Incredible trying to roll the pants on.” They laughed harder.

“Oh god Dick, why would you make it so tight,” Jason asked. Even Tim was grinning.

“Hey now, there’s a reason Nightwing is Gotham’s sexiest hero and Red Hood makes the list of least likely to bathe,” he quipped. Tim and Damian laughed. Roy shoved Jason’s shoulder with a gaff.

“Babe, do I bathe?” Jason asked you in the kitchen.

“What? Oh yeah. That’s a weird question,” you called back.

“I know for a fact that both of you are disgusting but the worst is Drake,” Damian said taking a bottle of smoothie Alfred made out of his bag. Nothing was safely vegetarian at Jason’s house.

“Hey!” Tim started.

“Shut the fuck up! The game is on!” Jason said turning the volume up. You joined them in the living room as the game started.

Gotham lost 2-1. Kon gloated for a week when he got back earth side. Tim ended up drunk on one beer. Damian befriended all the neighbors cats on the fire escape. And between Jason and Roy, 14 bacon Mac and cheese chili cheese dogs were eaten as well as a whole pizza. Dick fell asleep halfway thru the game even with the guys yelling at the tv. Bruce pouted because he didn’t get to join the soccer game viewing.

[simluvbot]

how enhypen hyung line spoils you

a/n: okay so the only reason im writing this is because heejay went on tmi news and heeseung said jay is probably the richest enhypen member.. plus jay spending 6k on a hotel for heeseung and the fact that jay’s dad owns a travel agency got me thinking so 😁  yeah here’s a headcanon on how hyung line spoil you :D — also reminder that this is a work of fiction and I wrote this based on what I think would suit with their personalities !

HEESEUNG

hee will also spoil you with his undivided attention !!

it sounds simple but whenever he is with you, he is not focusing on anything but you. he feels like he doesnt spend as much time with you as he wants to, so moments with you are so precious to him and he is always listening and responding. its really relaxing </3

(open to read more <3)

i dont really think heeseung is the type to buy you lots of materialistic things but since i feel he is really attentive he’ll instead just randomly gift you things that you had said you needed around him and just ended up forgetting about.

you complaining about it being so hot lately and needing to buy a small fan to carry around? heeseung will randomly gift you a portable fan he bought you the other day, oh you know, just ‘casually’ as he says. you saying how youre so hungry and dont have time to go get food during your lunch break?  you have food delivered to your work.

 also !! heeseung is so sO unbelievably talented !!

plus he knows how much you like his singing, so how else does he spoil you? with his voice.

it sounds cheesy but ); how could you not drop everything right that second when heeseung starts singing for you 

so,, you both chilling in bed together and relaxing? he’ll start humming softly or singing quietly because he knows how much you enjoy it, especially when youre stressed out ):

You’re so lucky because he literally voice records him singing cover songs in English too and send them to you, just for your ears only

Also will show you snippets of enhypen’s new songs or choreos because he knows you’re an engene too hehe

JAY

tbh he doesnt even bat an eyelash at the prospect of buying you something expensive

i mentioned this before but if he is out shopping, travelling, etc and he sees something he thinks you would like, need or look good on you? he buys it with no second thoughts !

loves buying matching outfits with you <3

he likes to spoil you as well in terms of quality time ):

he’ll rent a small yacht for you both to enjoy a relaxing evening together, rent a restaurant out just for you both, etc just so you two can spend a relaxing time together privatley <3

WILL pull a lee young joon on you from what’s wrong with secretary kim and rent out a whole theme park just to surprise you with 😋

also uses the fact his dad is the owner of a travel agency to his advantage and often books hotel and resort stays for you both whenever he can 😋😋

i think jay would also be the type to spoil you with cheesy couple gifts during anniversaries and on dates lol

so you HAVE started to build a small collection of stuffed teddy bears on your bed..

ofc he spoils you with materialistic things !! he likes it but with jay your comfort and happiness is ALWAYS one of his top priorities with you so he also always makes sure to make some time in his schedule whenever he can, just to spend some time with you <3

JAKE

I think jake wouldnt spoil you that much, at least he wouldnt make it explicitly obvious

more the type to spoil you with surprises during anniversaries or special occasions 

will be all shy like, “y/n youre not busy for the two days after your birthday, right? just saying please leave your schedule free for then.”

you’re confused but do what he says anyways, and when he surprises you with plane tickets, you have to pretend to act surprised hehe

often pays for expenses such as café or restaurant bills for you (EVEN if you tell him you can pay it yourself 🙄)

i think he would spoil you with random gifts that he gets for you, and over time they accumulate and each little thing he gives you is a reminder of one of your many dates with him <3

that picture frame on your bedroom wall over there? oh jake surprised you with it. the necklace youre wearing? oh jake bought it for you. that blanket on your bed? oh jake didnt want you to get cold at night, so he bought it for you to make sure youre warm ):

he is also very thoughtful so he always considers your health! and he spoils you in the sense of making sure you have the necessities he thinks you need !

when you both went out on a date and he noticed you didnt have a scarf and was complaining about how cold it was he went and bought you a new one rIGHT that second. jake wont dare let his y/n catch a cold 😠😤

jake is also so so sweet ): so he ALWAYS is showering you in compliments and praise

lowkey youre spoiled by his kind words like you could be doing the bare minimum and he’ll be telling you ‘yes thats my baby! youre doing so well!!”

overall jake just wants to make sure youre healthy and happy !! he is always noticing the small things about you hehe so he ends up spoiling you in his own ways unintentionally (:

SUNGHOON

okAY so youre literally dating him but he’ll be telling you how lucky you are to even be receiving his attention in the first place 🙄

but lowkey he does spoil you too

I see sunghoon making beaded bracelets for you and gifting them to you ):

Another one of the #teddybeargivers™

Spoils you a lot on special occasions. Will buy you roses, candles, chocolate, teddy bears etc. the typical boyfriend-y gifts on days like valentine’s or your bday </3

I feel like sunghoon is very subtle about spoiling you but when he sometimes does spoil you it’ll be something low-key expensive

Like uh sunghoon ?? An apple watch for Christmas?? i don’t think I can accept this

But he’ll look at you like 😐 y/n I went out of my way to buy this for you and it was expensive u better be grateful

Idk if this makes sense but he spoils you in his hoodies 😋

He always have a bunch that he separates ready for you to steal hehe

Also you know how I mentioned the gifts on special occasions? Well he will also write these long, detailed cards and give them to you and since sunghoon isn’t the best at conveying his emotions when he puts down all of his feelings down on a piece of paper,, you always feel so spoiled and flustered in his love ):

<3

[dccomicsimagines]

A Long Day - Jason Todd x Reader

Requested by Anon - Can you make a oneshot or hc on Arkhamverse!Jay where he comes home real beat up and tired and hurt so (wife)reader has give him a bath or else there'll be blood everywhere and just like 2 cups of fluff and a dash of angst? (Also, not NSFW)ak

***

His entire body felt like an open wound with salt rubbed into it for good measure. A deep, primal groan came from deep in his chest as he heaved himself through the window of the apartment and crashed onto the floor. Soft thumps came from the ceiling. Jason sighed. The upstairs neighbors were at it again. Like rabbits. He rolled over to glare up at the ceiling.

"Jason." An angel appeared in his vision, looking down at him. Their brow furrowed. "Are you alright?" The angel disappeared and Jason heard the window shut tightly. The lock he installed clicked firmly.

"Just a little...sore." He pulled down his hood and took off his helmet. His stomach twisted at the thought of showing his face, but he forced himself to relax. The feeling never went away, no matter how many years had passed.

"Yes, this looks like a little." You appeared over him again. That little smile pulled at your lips. Jason's heart skipped a beat. How did he deserve someone like you? "You got blood on the carpet again."

Jason moaned, pushing himself to sit up. "Sorry, sweetheart. I'll clean it up." He shrugged off his leather jacket. You kneeled down to help him wiggle out of the arms.

You hummed. "I think a bath is an order. You're not going into our bed like this." Jason undid his belt and handed you his guns. You checked the safety and moved to put them away. "Can you get to the bathroom on your own? I'll prep the bath."

"I'll be fine." He stripped where he was to avoid getting dirt, blood, and grime everywhere else. In only his boxers, he picked up his suit and took it the bathroom. He froze at the sight of you kneeling beside the bathtub. Your hand was in the water, testing it.

You turned to look at him. "Jay? You okay?" The love in your eyes hit him like a ton of bricks. How could he still be so surprised? It's been years. The J burned into his cheek stun like it always did when he remembered it was there. How could you love him when he was a messed up, tortured man?

"Fine." He dropped his suit and jacket on the floor before he covered himself up with them. Part of him wanted to hide his scars from you. The shame was still there, even with the reassurance you had already seen every scar he had. You nodded, adding bubbles and salts to the water.

"I have to say. I'm relieved to see most of the blood isn't yours." You eyed him. "You busted your knuckles again, huh?" You got to your feet and grabbed the first aid kit. "May I?" You held out your hand carefully.

Jason blinked, confused. He realized he had been staring at you the entire time. "Oh, yeah. Thanks, sweetheart. I knew I married you for some reason."

Your laughter was music to his ears. "I knew it." You winked at him before you tended to his knuckles.

He flinched, hissing when you dapped the cut on his knuckle with alcohol. "I'm surprised you are still awake. I thought you would have went to bed."

"It's hard to sleep knowing about...well...you know." You bit your lip, not meeting his eye.

"(Y/N), you don't have to worry. It won't get bad this time. I have it covered." He pulled his hand away from you and hugged you. "There won't be another gang war. I'm stopping it."

"Jay, I know you're working on it, but you're only one person." You rested your cheek against his bare shoulder.

"One incredibly awesome person." Jason tightened his arms around you. "We'll be fine. Gotham will be fine." His eyes widened as tub was almost full. He jumped away from you to turn off the water.

You flinched at his sudden movement. "Oh." You laughed in relief. "I thought it was another rat."

“Another rat?” Jason blinked. “Did you find another one?” 

“No, but when you see one, you kinda expect another.” You shivered. “Maybe the landlord actually took care of it?”

“Not likely. I’ll have another talk with him.” Jason slid off his boxers and climbed into the bath. The water was so warm, melting the soreness from his muscles like wax from a candle. 

You smiled at the sight, picking up his suit. “I’ll rinse this off. Are you hungry? I can make you something quick.” 

“Anything is fine, sweetheart.” Jason closed his eyes, leaning his head back. He heard you leave. The walls of the apartment were thin. If he listened carefully, he could follow your movements throughout.

Another series of thumps came from the ceiling. Jason opened his eyes at glare up at it. “I should get us a new place, a better place without rats or noisy neighbors,” he mumbled to himself. 

He started to wash himself, wincing as his muscles complained at having to move. Just when he dunked his head under the water to wash his hair, you came in with a freshly made omelet and a glass of milk. 

“That smells delicious,” Jason said, sniffing the air once he surfaced. You laughed, kneeling down by the side of the tub. You wet your hands and shampooed his hair for him. 

“I need to go shopping soon. We’re almost out of everything.” You kissed his cheek. He closed his eyes, relaxing completely in your hands. 

Jason moaned. “I’ll go with you.” 

“Of course you will.” Your hands pulled away. “Dunk again.” Jason went under the water and rinsed out his hair. He surfaced with a gasp and happily took the plate when you offered it to him. “Eat up. I have your suit hanging to dry in the kitchen. Don’t worry. It’s out of view of the window.” 

Jason hummed, inhaling down the omelet like it was the only food he saw in months. It reminded him the first meal he had after he had escaped from the Joker. He had sat down in a diner, using the twenty bucks he stole to pay for a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast. It was the best food he ever remembered having until you cooked for him that is. “Good. Don’t want the neighbors to have a show.” 

You sat on the edge of the tub, watching him eat with a smile. Jason met your eye. He smirked before offering you a bite. You shook your head. “I’m good, honey. You eat.” 

“Are you sure?” Jason waved the bite in your face. He winked at you. “Come on.” 

You sighed and opened your mouth to let him feed you. The two of you finished off the omelet, enjoying each other in silent company.  After the plate was empty and Jason had downed the glass of milk, you left with the dishes. 

The water was getting cold. Jason sighed, stretching his arms until they cracked and slowly got out of the bath. He unplugged the tub and wrapped himself up in the pink towel. Why did he let you buy pink towels? Jason chuckled. Right, it was because they were on sale. 

You were in the bedroom when he entered. Jason’s skin tingled as he watched you change into the pajamas he had bought you for your birthday last year. He enjoyed the sight, but his body was too tired to do anything about it.

“I love you.” Jason came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist to press his chest against your back. You laughed sweetly, music to his ears. 

“I love you too.” You turned your head to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Are you ready for bed?” 

Jason smiled, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Only if you are.” 

You hummed, giggling before you pulled away. “You’re not though, unless you want to sleep with only the towel around your waist tonight.”

“I wouldn’t mind.” Jason closed his eyes. “Are you okay with it?” 

“I suppose.” You took his hand, leading him over to the bed and tucked him in. Jason sighed deeply. You crawled in next to him and curled into his side.

Jason felt all his stress and pain fade away as he nuzzled his nose into your hair. “I love you.” He chuckled. “I think I should take you on vacation. We haven’t taken one since we eloped.” 

You hummed. Your eyes were closed, your body going limp. “Whatever you want, Jay.” Your hand moved to rest on his chest, just over his heart. Jason smiled and closed his eyes. 

The sounds of the city were quiet for this time of night. He couldn’t imagine sleeping without it, just like he couldn’t imagine sleeping without you. The nightmares he used to get haven’t caught up to him in years. You chased them away. Jason opened his eyes to look at you. “You make my life better. You make me better.” He kissed the top of your head gently.

“Me too.” You mumbled, flinging your leg over his hips. “Go to sleep, Jay.” 

Jason sighed. He fell asleep with a smile on his lips.