#ends with suggestiveness

[smutinlove]

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"—Jason Todd

Fem!Journalist reader x Jason Todd

When you had received the email from Bruce Wayne, you had almost passed out. It contained an invitation to the annual Wayne Charity Gala. It was official, you had been invited by the king of socialites, Bruce Wayne. You had been invited as both a guest and an active journalist who'd publish an article about the gala in the next coming days.

You stood on the steps of the venue, fumbling for the press ID in your tote. You had managed to find it and clipped it onto your blazers pocket.

You slowly made your way to the door and entered. There were only a few people, mostly making last-minute fixes and arrangements. You were thirty minutes early.

You put your camera equipment on one of the tables and started doubling-checking everything. Besides writing an article, you were also asked to document the event via photos and videos.

You felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turned around—camera in hand—it was Jason Todd. You had written an article on him about his scandals and such.

"It's you." he stated. Your eyes widened in surprise. "Indeed it is," you replied and bowed playfully. "Does Mr. Wayne need something?" You asked, wondering why he was here.

Jason put his hand on your arm. "No, but maybe a dance with me later, love?" he proposed with a small smirk. "I'll think about it." you replied cheekily. A dance with the son of Bruce Wayne did sound interesting.

He took your hand and placed a gentle kiss between your knuckles. "I'll see you later, love," said Jason as he backed away and left.

The event had started. Over a few dozen socialites had been invited. Bruce, the man himself, was surprisingly present. You had managed to take many pictures and videos.

You even wrote down a few details for the gossip section of the newspaper you worked for.

You did another circle around the gala, taking a few more pictures as Bruce and Selina Kyle danced in front of the crowd gathered in a circle. More people joined them.

You got closer, taking a few pictures of the elegant couple. You jerked back when you felt a hand on your waist. You turned around, ready to hit whoever it was.

"Relax, darling," it was a voice you knew a little too well.

"Todd," you muttered. "I was promised a dance," Jason uttered.

You sighed and put your camera in your tote bag. He took your hand and smoothly led you to the dance floor.

You put your hands on his shoulder; he put his on your waist. Everyone, including you two, swayed to the classical music that was being played. "Do you believe in love at first sight?" he asked abruptly, causing you to step on his foot.

"I'm sorry?"

"Don't be. I've never felt this way." Jason took your hand and placed it on his heart. You could feel his heart pounding out of his chest. "I saw you and I can't stop seeing you. You're in every corner of my vision. I can't breathe without you, darling."

You stood on your toes and gave him a peck on his cheek.

Both of you made your way off the dance floor and into a secluded corner. "I think I'm crazy in love."

His hands fell down to your hips; yours at his neck. His muscles were hard not to stare at. You looked away, trying to be respectful. The two of your gazed into each others eyes. "I think I'm crazy in love too," you finally answered.

"You wanna get out of here? Somewhere a little quieter?"

You nodded.

(orig fanfic prompt post)

I, like the fanfic writer I am, decided to make myself do a fanfic challenge. I'm basically going to write a fanfic per prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting

I'm doing this because I want to write more fics and because I want to test my skills 🤩

[chloesimaginationthings]

You know Henry’s final speech went hard in FNAF

[clowns0up-felix]

Falin Drawlin ^.^

[miks-delusional-blog]

BF! Jason Todd likes to stare at you…

At first it was a little unnerving. But he reassured you that he just likes to look at you.

Maybe you’ll be in bed and he’s on top of you, head in your chest as you’re reading. You peer down to see his blueish-green eyes staring at you point-blank.

You almost flinch. His eyes don’t waver after meeting yours. You gently blow air at him and his face scrunches a little.

He blinks harder. “What was that for?”

“You’re staring at me again.”

“Can’t I enjoy the view?”

“No.” You set down the book and cover his eyes with your hands.

He scoffs but you see him smiling. He doesn’t fight back, leaning to the feel of your hands. “You’re cruel… not letting me see your beautiful face. I don’t get to see it all day, and now you won’t let me look?”

“It makes me self conscious.”

“Why?”

“You and your damn blue eye stare… like you’re staring into my soul.”

He chuckles.

“It’s not funny.”

“I just like looking at you… admiring you. Can’t your boyfriend admire you for a bit?” He sits up, his thighs straddling you as he takes your wrists, peeling away your hands from his eyes.

You let him hold your wrists, not fighting him. “But do you have to stare..?”

He leans down over you, his voice soft and low, “Yeah. Have to make sure you’re real sometimes… but I can admire you other ways, if you want.” Jason kisses the inside of your wrist.

[morganbritton132]

AU where Tim, age nine, walked three miles to his neighbor’s house, held up his bleeding hand to Alfred, and asked if he could please have a bandaid. He got stitches instead, and a hug from Dick, who squeezed him tight and asked, “Can we keep him?”

And then Tim never went home again.

He learns gymnastics with Dick and reads in the library with Jason. He shows Alfred how to reset the wifi and rambles on to Bruce about his latest obsession (shipwrecks), and he never sees his parents again.

Behind the scenes, there was a kid left alone in a mansion while a whole international incident played out. It included a kidnapping, a ransom, a failed hostage negotiation, and two dead parents never coming home.

It pokes at a wound in Bruce when he is told about the Drakes and he has always been productive in tragedy. He knows how to shove the hurt away and build something strong on top of it.

The adoption was seamless. The sell of the Drake Estate was effortless. The trust for Tim. The memorial. The scholarships in Jack and Janet’s names. Bruce does it all methodical and singleminded.

And somewhere. Somehow. They forget to tell Tim.

Sometimes he misses his mom and dad. He misses his old room and being alone in a big house, but months turn to years and he likes it here. He really does. He has brothers here and Alfred, and they say they’re his family. He likes that.

They said they wanted to keep him, so they kept him. Kept him forever.

Then Damian is there.

Tim comes home and there’s a new boy, about the age he was when they got him. Tim asks in a whisper, “Did they take you too?”

[meltedmush]

Art dump!

[crunchchute]

Be Quiet and Drive (Far Away)

[saragrosie]

Sketching while streaming s5...

Jonathan Sims I will learn to draw you (this is my doing. I could draw him however I want and I choose to stick with an image of him in my brain that is difficult for me to draw. Masochism.)

Not s5 Mahtins below I enjoyed drawing cuz hes neat:

(Edit: I yassified Martin in the do not separate cuz I wanted his hair fluffier)

[xpurplepiex]

havent drawn Starscream in awhile so i had to fix it :)

[tartppola]

awakening

[et6rnalsun]

accidentally walking in on bff!matt while he’s changing..

oh, you were so pissed off. so incredibly pissed off.

you couldn't believe how chris had the fucking audacity to throw away your lashes, despite you repeatedly telling him to be careful, and to keep them on their table until you came back to get them. your favorite pair, too.

it wasn't uncommon for you to stay at their house to sleep, and that you left pieces of your things around like an incomplete puzzle, which will probably remain so. but never, never in the fuckin history of your friendship, one of the three had lost or just thrown away something of yours. and when it happened to your beloved eyelashes, you knew for sure that you would have loved to commit a murder.

the wheels in your head were spinning non-stop in the evil creation of a plan against chris, all while you were walking briskly towards matt's room.

“i think it’s time for you to beat chris’s ass every fuckin’ day” you said with a huff escaping your glossy lips, opening his door — swinging it fully — without even glancing inside before doing so. only when you looked up you realized the fact that the boy was half naked in front of you. damn.

you stopped working for a few seconds too long, looking stupid in matt's eyes who was simply trying to change. your mouth wide open, a light shade of red dusting your cheeks as if a wave of freezing cold had passed through your soft skin like a caress, but in reality it was just the embarrassment of having caught your best friend in such a state.

his dark hair looked even thicker when wet, dripping from a shower you could tell he'd just taken. he was holding a t-shirt in his hands that he hadn't had time to put on, in fact, his chest was completely exposed to your eyes that betrayed your desire to just disappear from earth — traveling all over his body as if you were waiting for nothing else. his tattooed arm seemed even more beautiful in that context, and you found yourself sighing as you searched for something to say.

the gray sweatpants that were pulled down low enough to show the elastic of his calvin klein underwear, a v-line that you would love to touch with your tongue— "i'm sorry" you cleared your throat, fighting the urge to slap yourself.

his reaction surprised you, as he simply chuckled and finally put that shirt on. "what were you saying ‘bout chris?" matt quickly changed the subject, tilting his head as he looked at you intently. you shrugged in response, the urge to kill his brother suddenly gone. christ, you were too embarrassed to even breathe at that moment.

matt seemed to notice, and leaned in slightly as a smirk tugged at the corners of his pink lips. "don't tell me you're suddenly shy" he taunted, tortured you just for the fun of it. "you've only seen me shirtless, you haven't ended up in my sheets just yet" he added, making your eyes widen as your hand automatically moved to slap his chest. covered.

"shut up. you better shut up or chris won't be the only one to die today"

"i just have to undress and you'll change your mind—” another slap. in the face.

[sweetmapple]

Communion

[charvos]

Some more Wolf Shadow Milk and Kitty Truthless. We need to send Wolf Shadow Milk to the dog pound to be euthanized.

(warning: suggestive image under)

[morganbritton132]

Steve and Robin join Eddie’s bowling league and he hates them so much because they don’t take it seriously. Then he hates them even more because they’re turning him into the type of guy that complains about people not taking bowling seriously.

They are the worst players in the league.

They are so bad that one time they scored negative points because the head of the league took two points off their game when the ball slipped out of Robin’s hand mid-swing and hit him in the shin.

Eddie secretly wishes they’d get kicked out but the other guys like playing against them because they’re “good fun.” Also, Steve got his dad to sponsor the league.

What’s most infuriating about this whole thing is Eddie has seen them at the bowling alley before. One time he came in to practice and they were some kid’s birthday party at the other end of lane.

Steve bowled a perfect game! Robin damn near did the same thing!!

He keeps telling people that they’re bad on purpose and no one believes him!

[mayor-david-prentiss]

royal matters

[chio-chan2artbox]

For @raitobaker 💜🩵🫶🏻