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tenelkadjowrites · 3 years

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Once - Mingi x Reader (NSFW)

Summary: After accidentally sending a naked photo of yourself to your roommate Mingi, things take a turn.

Genre and warnings: roommates to lovers. smut. fem pronouns for reader. size kink. dirty talk. oral sex. unprotected sex. one shot.

Word count: 4,052.

Tag list: @thewonderofkpop - @obligatoryidolblog - @iusrene - @billboard-singer - @yunhofingers - @foggyinternetchaos - @passionloveindividualityempathy - @multihoe-net - @haruharu-egypt - @yuyusmist - @lilhwahwa - @btsreader12 - @offmymindmp3 (this tag list was for people who requested to be attached to all fics or my ateez fics. if you want to be on this list, let me know.)

this fic is not meant to represent mingi in any way, shape or form.

The embarrassment began around seven in the evening. Maybe you had been too hasty, maybe too worked up to realize you were sending the photo to the wrong person. Whatever the reason, you hadn’t even noticed that the risqué photo wasn’t sent to the correct person but instead to your roommate, Mingi.

It is around 7:15 when your sexual frustration got the better of you, wondering why the hell it is taking so long for the other person to reply. Your phone happens to buzz as you snatch it up, only for your disappointment to hit when you see it is from Mingi. Regardless, you open the text – and then your heart plummets as far down as possible when you realize your mistake.

“Going to assume this isn’t for me? 😅😅😅”

“Oh, fuck my life.” You mumble, staring at your phone.

You have been roommates with Mingi for about six months now. After your last roommate abruptly left, you didn’t have time to be picky about who moved in. Mingi seemed nice enough when first meeting him – awkward, a bit dorky, extremely shy. He kept things tidy and didn’t annoy you which is as much as you could ask for from a roommate. The last thing you wanted to do was fuck things up…and sending a topless photo of yourself is exactly how to do so.

Quickly, you type back, “Yes, sorry, I am so sorry and so embarrassed. Just forget you ever saw it.”

“No problem. 😅”

You bury your face in your hands, wanting to sink like a stone to the bottom of the ocean. God, talk about making things awkward. You hope he didn’t open it in front of anyone at his job, knowing he is at work right now. You don’t think you could ever look directly at Mingi again.

Your phone buzzes again, the person you were sexting asking where you went since they never got the pic. You cannot bring yourself to reply; the moment is crushed and gone. All you want to do is stay in bed forever.

Instead, you text Mingi again, “I hope you don’t think I am lying, or I sent that on purpose. I really don’t want to make things awkward between us.”

It takes him ages to reply and judging by the way the three dots vanish and constantly reappear, he is feeling just as embarrassed and anxious as you.

“I don’t think you’re lying. I know you wouldn’t send me something like that. Don’t worry about it.” is what finally pops up.

You apologize again, shoving your phone away and deciding to try to get some sleep…

But obviously, sleep doesn’t come and hours later, you are still awake, feeling desperately thirsty but too lazy to get up. It is the middle of the night when you hear Mingi come into the apartment. He works late shifts which is another reason the dynamic works…barely seeing your roommate is a plus.

You hear the shower start in his bathroom down the hall. Deciding it is better to get a glass of water now than risk running into him later, you slide out of bed and pad into the hallway. The light glows underneath the closed door. Even though Mingi told you not to worry about the topless photo, it is the only thing you can think about. The idea of talking to him is now mortifying. Maybe if you successfully avoid him for as long as possible, you won’t feel so horrified talking to him at some point.

In the kitchen, you quietly get a glass of water, trying to get back to your room as quickly as possible. So focused are you on scurrying back into the hallway, you don’t realize the bathroom door is opening and you collide directly into Mingi. The water spills across the floor but luckily you manage to hold onto the glass so that it doesn’t shatter.

“Oh my god, fuck, sorry.” You say quickly, “I…”

Mingi hasn’t noticed you have trailed off, “I didn’t know you were awake. Sorry, did I wake you? Hang on, I’ll help, I just…” He also cannot finish his sentence.

Acutely aware now of the fact that Mingi is shirtless with just a towel around his waist, the bathroom light spilling over him, you are finding it difficult to speak. For one thing, you were not aware your roommate was that in shape. Secondly, the embarrassment at running into him after sending that photo of yourself make things even worse.

As to what Mingi is thinking about, you can only guess. In the dim light, you risk a glance at his face, tearing your eyes away from his abs, and can just faintly make out his cheeks slightly tinged red.

“Sorry, I don’t…” He cuts himself off, starts again, “I thought you were asleep.” Mingi is obviously trying to explain why he is just in a towel, “I just forgot my new shampoo in my room.”

“It’s fine!” Your voice sounds way too high pitched and artificial, “It’s fine. I just couldn’t sleep! So, I came to get some water! You’re fine, Mingi, don’t worry about it.” You bite down hard on your bottom lip to stop yourself from talking more, “Just go shower and I’ll clean up the water, okay?”

You usher him back into the bathroom, needing to get your roommate and his toned chest out of your eyesight as soon as possible. Mingi protests a little, offering to help but you ignore him, closing the door with a small sigh.

After cleaning up the water, you are back in bed but feel more awake than ever. Even though you wish your brain would stop, it keeps replaying the image of Mingi in that towel until sleep finally and mercifully sweeps in close to five in the morning.

The next few days are a nightmare of awkward interactions with Mingi. The two of you are extremely jumpy around each other, and any texts sent are laced with a formality that didn’t previously exist. It is just how you feared – the topless photo changed how Mingi saw you…and seeing Mingi just in a towel has changed your perception as well.

It isn’t just the awkwardness that is making things weird. It is the fact that, despite your best efforts, you can feel a physical reaction to him now. If you talk to Mingi for more than five minutes, it is as if a heat grows between the two of you. Casual glances last a beat too long, his eyes will flick across your body, a blush crossing his cheeks before he scampers away. As for yourself, you know that you are seeing him in a different light. Things you never noticed about Mingi now you cannot stop looking at: his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, his baggy clothes hanging off his frame, hiding the toned body you now know is underneath, how his cheeks flush prettily when he feels shy or awkward, his smile making your insides feel like jelly…or realizing just how big everything is on him, feeling incredibly tiny when you have to look up to talk.

You suffer like this for two weeks, turning into someone you don’t even recognize. You start fleeing from Mingi like a scared bunny any time he comes too close, trying to masturbate late at night to wipe some of the growing tension away. But avoiding and masturbating to him is not working. No, it seems to be making things worse. Daily, your desire for your roommate grows, and you have a feeling it is becoming just as difficult for Mingi as it is for you.

It is one night that, not thinking clearly at all, you kick off your bed sheets and decide to wake Mingi up and just ask for him to fuck you. You know it is ridiculous to ask him for such a thing but so desperate you are to find relief that you are already preparing your speech about how if you just have each other once, it will break the tension and things can go back to normal.

You feel like a thief in the night knocking on Mingi’s door, and when there is no answer, you slowly open it a little to peer inside. Mingi is fast asleep on his back, shirtless, the blankets a tangle around his long legs. Your brain is screaming at your feet to stop but your body moves on its own accord.

Hovering near his bed, you carefully reach out and nudge Mingi by his shoulder. He doesn’t even stir. He’s worked all night and you’re sneaking in here to see if you can convince him to fuck you? You lecture yourself as you try again to wake him.

Mingi stirs a little, rubbing his eyes sleepily, opening them to find you looking down at him. Alarmed, he sits up a little, the sheets falling further down, exposing the top of his boxers. The window’s blinds are slightly open, slats of moonlight across his chest and stomach. With his sleepy and confused expression, messy bed hair and half naked body in front of your eyes, your already shaky self-control is threatening to snap.

“What’s wrong?” He mumbles, “Did something happen?”

Of course Mingi would assume something bad happened. You have never gone in his room in the middle of the night before.

“No, nothing – nothing bad happened, I just…” You trail off, wondering how the hell you start this. We clearly can’t stop staring at each other since the night I sent that photo and I just really need you to fuck me once so I can get over this, you think desperately.

You gingerly sit on the edge of his bed, acutely aware of the thin fabric of your t-shirt and small pajama shorts exposing your thighs from the way Mingi’s eyes widen slightly as he takes in the sight of you.

“I couldn’t sleep,” You finally say lamely, “Because…well, you know…when I accidently sent that…photo.”

Mingi already looks sheepish, running his long fingers through his hair, “Yes, uhm, sorry, I know that I’ve been acting weird around you, and we said we wouldn’t let it change anything,” Even in the glow of the moonlight, you can tell he is blushing, “I’m sorry.”

Your heart is pounding hard in your chest. “It’s okay. I’ve been acting differently too. It isn’t just you.”

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” Mingi asks quietly and you want to lean over and shake him while yelling no because all I’ve thought about the past few weeks is fucking you!

“No, it isn’t just that I accidently sent the photo.” You say carefully.

His brow furrows a little, “Did I do something else wrong?”

God, fuck it, you think because Mingi is just too sweet and kind to ever think that you have been losing your mind at the sight of him. You will have to be honest.

“I ran into you that night when you were coming out of the bathroom, remember? To get your shampoo? You looked…like this.” You gesture to him now, making Mingi blush again as he realizes he is practically naked in front of you. His hands tighten around the blankets, but he doesn’t cover up. “You’ve felt it too, right? The last few weeks between us? The…tension.” You finish lamely.

“Yes,” He says quietly, “But I just thought…it would go away.”

“It isn’t going away.”

“I know.” Mingi replies, looking down at his hands nervously.

Very carefully, as if you might startle him like a deer in the woods, you reach out with one hand towards Mingi. Your fingers graze across his chest lightly but it makes your head dizzy. You don’t understand how you can want him this badly but you do.

Mingi stares at your fingers, entranced, his breath catching at the touch. The entire moment feels fragile. One misstep and it is going to shatter.

“What if we just did it once?” Your voice is low, a touch of desperation creeping in, “Just once to get it out of our system.”

“You think that will fix things?” Mingi murmurs, glancing up at you with an expression you haven’t ever seen on his face before – as if the shyness is being replaced by something else.

“We just need to do it once. It’ll fix things. Ease the tension.” Your hand goes flat against his chest, his skin warm underneath your fingers, heart thrumming in his chest.

He takes in a shaky breath and goes, “Good idea.”

That is all the permission you need. You push him back against the headboard, crawling into his lap, arms wrapping around his neck to kiss him. Mingi doesn’t hesitate, a small gasp escaping his lips, his arms coming around your back to press your body against his much larger one.

Your lips meet, the kiss hungry and desperate. Straddling him, his tongue in your mouth, the logical side of you is cursing for taking things too far with your roommate…but it is not enough to make you stop. Grinding against Mingi, the only thing you can focus on his having all of him right this very second.

The heat between your bodies threatens to boil over. The tent in his boxers is large, and with each grind of your hips, Mingi lets out a tiny noise that makes you want more. His hands move from your back to your tits, his large hands covering them easily, squeezing them through the thin fabric of your shirt, pinching your nipples, driving a gasp out of you. Still, the kiss doesn’t break. You run your tongue across his teeth before tugging on his bottom lip. Your underwear is so wet it is sticking to you.

Mingi’s hands go under your shirt, clearly having been thinking non-stop about your tits since accidentally receiving the photo. His hands are warm against your skin, tugging on your nipples. The kiss finally breaks, Mingi looking at you breathlessly. His eyes seem to say this is your last chance to back out, to try to go back to just being roommates. But it isn’t even a choice. You want him too much. You’ll worry about the aftermath later.

“You gonna keep staring at me or are you gonna fuck me?” You ask.

You can visibly see the rest of his hesitation and shyness melt away. Abruptly, Mingi shifts so that he is gently pushing you down onto the bed. You pull off your shirt, tossing it to the floor as he starts kissing up along your stomach towards your tits. His tongue flicks over your nipples, pushing your tits together as he does so. You run your fingers through Mingi’s hair, eyes closing as you think with relief that you’re finally having him touch you like this.

He tears himself away from your tits, moving down lower, hiking your hips up enough to remove your pajama shorts and underwear. Tossing them off the bed, spreading your thighs apart with his big hands, he runs a finger down your slit, making you shiver.

Gently, Mingi spreads your lips apart and goes, “You have a tiny pussy, how am I going to get in you?” He inserts one finger and you gasp, arching your back slightly, “I don’t think I can fit another one in this tight hole.”

He wiggles his finger inside your cunt as you prop yourself up a little to look down at him. The sight of Mingi in between your thighs is one that you have been thinking about with increasing frequency lately and to see it in reality is making your head light.

Mingi’s eyes glance upward, locking with yours. He then flicks his tongue across your clit, watching your reaction from the sudden pleasure. Your hands dig into the bedsheets, knuckles turning white as you hold onto the thin fabric. Mingi repeats the action, still studying your face. But you break eye contact, your head rolling back a little as you gasp.

He picks up his pace, working your clit as he keeps your thighs spread apart to make room for him. His frame is large, meaning that your thighs ache from the pressure of being opened like this – but you like the ache.

Mingi buries his face in your cunt, pumping one finger in your hole as his tongue rolls across your swollen clit. One hand of yours flies to his hair to hold him there, giving a tug as you moan his name. All thoughts of how you shouldn’t be doing this, or the aftermath of doing something like this, has gone completely out of your head. The build up has taken too long – all you want is him.

Being turned on for so long means that it doesn’t take long for your climax to begin. Mingi works your cunt in a way you didn’t think he would. He is typically shy and bashful but all of that is seemingly gone. The only thing he cares about his working your pussy until you cum. With a ragged moan, you arch your back, climaxing against his face. Mingi holds you firmly in place as you cum, his tongue eagerly licking up the mess you are making with no hesitation.

Before you can even fully come down from your orgasm, Mingi is shifting positions, pulling you towards him into a kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips, your arms wrapping around his neck as he grabs your waist, your bodies pressing against each other. You grind down against his cock, making him groan in your mouth.

“I want your cock in me,” You whisper in between urgent kisses.

Mingi’s hands squeeze your hips, “You think I can fit in that small cunt of yours?”

“Oh, I’m nothing if not determined.” You reply breathlessly.

His hands glide down to your ass, giving it one smack that makes you jump. “I want to fuck you from behind, watch your ass bounce on my cock.” Mingi says – and hearing your normally polite and shy roommate talk like that is a thrill.

Sliding off him, getting on all fours, Mingi positions himself behind you. His hands trail down your back, goosebumps breaking out across your skin. You are desperate for him to be inside you already. All you want in this moment is for him to fuck you into the mattress.

The tip of his cock presses against your wet hole, and he begins to enter you. Your breath catches as his cock stretches you out, trying to accommodate his girth.

Mingi’s breathing is labored as he goes, “Wiggle back on my cock. I know you can take it. I hear you gossiping with your friends sometimes about the guys you fuck.”

Your cheeks burn at the sentence – at the idea that Mingi not only heard those things but filed it away somewhere in his brain. Perhaps the photo was only a spark on a fire you didn’t realize was blazing.

You bounce your hips back against his cock, your hands once again gripping the bed sheets as you take all of him. With Mingi fully inside your cunt, you go still trying to get used to being stretched out. This angle is already intense and when his hands go to your hips and pulls your cunt down on him, a moan falls from your mouth.

“See, I knew you could take it,” Mingi’s voice is taunt as he begins to pump his hips, driving his cock inside you at a steady pace, “That pretty pussy of yours stretched out around my cock.”

He begins to pick up the speed, fucking you hard enough that you lose your grip, falling forward onto the bed which only sticks your ass up in the air more. Mingi doesn’t stop, fucking you hard enough that all you can do is moan, the ability to form a sentence lost on you. His large hands grip your ass hard enough that you will probably have marks tomorrow. Each jerk of his hips brings his cock deep in your cunt, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust.

“F-fuck, you look so good like that,” Mingi groans, “Like a good little slut with your ass in the air, taking my cock in your tight cunt.” Never did you think he would have such a filthy mouth on him…not that you are complaining.

His hands go from your ass to your lower back, pressing down on it as he plows into your pussy, fucking you into the mattress just like you wanted. With each movement of his hips, you are moaning, strangled gasps falling from your mouth as Mingi fucks you. The rapid and hard way he is hitting your sweet spot means that you are going to climax again.

Sensing this, Mingi doesn’t let up his pace as he goes, “You gonna cum around my cock?”

You whimper out a positive answer, trying to wiggle back on him although it is impossible from the way his big hands press against your back. The pressure against your back lessens when Mingi moves one hand to your hair, twirling the locks around his long fingers and tugging on it.

This forces your head back off the bed, driving a loud moan out of you. He is fucking you so hard that his balls smack against you with each thrust, the two of you cursing in pleasure as your orgasms quickly approach.

“My slutty fucking roommate,” Mingi gasps as he tugs on your hair with each pump of his hips, “You gonna let me fuck this tight cunt of yours whenever I want now?”

So much for just once, you think through the haze of lust. Maybe you had been fooling yourself when you snuck into Mingi’s room. Maybe once to you actually meant all the time.

“Y-yes!” You gasp out.

“The sight of my big cock in your small cunt is something I don’t think I’m going to get tired of anytime soon,” Mingi says in between erratic thrusts, his own climax seconds away.

With a whimper, your second orgasm of the night begins. Your pussy clenches down around Mingi’s cock, and his grip on your hair releases, going to your ass instead as he grunts, going still as he finishes inside you. Your cunt milks him for every drop, his balls emptying inside you, filling you up with his warm cum. The two of you are making enough noise to wake the neighbors yet neither one falls silent. The pleasure is so intense that for a few seconds, your brain is wiped clean of the ability to think and all you can do is wiggle your hips back against Mingi as his cum drips out of your cunt, smearing against your thighs.

He pulls out of you slowly when he is finished and you roll on your back, trying to catch your breath. Mingi collapses next to you, his chest rising and falling with each pant. He glances at you, looking sheepish once again.

“Was that too much?” He murmurs.

You let out a tired laugh, wondering how in the world he could think that was too much when you wanted it just as badly as him. “Uh, no, definitely not.”

“Oh, good,” His eyes are already closing, sleep grabbing at him, “You know…” He mumbles something.

“What?” You ask, moving closer to him to try to hear.

Mingi yawns, all previous aggression and sexual energy gone and replaced by the Mingi you know well. “I said I’m glad you sent that photo.”

You blush in the darkness, taken aback by his words. “How come?”

“Cuz I wanted to fuck you. At least once.” He mumbles into the pillow and then falls silent.

You study his face for a few moments, his chest rising and falling slowly as sleep settles in. You could go back to your room and fall asleep there. But you are fucked out and the idea of wandering back to your room might as well be a trek across the desert. So you close your eyes, knowing that sleep will come in any second.

Besides, you think, this way you won’t have to walk back here in the morning for Mingi to fuck you again.

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pjisskullourful · 3 years

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🎁Thomas x reader

🚨 definitely not safe for work 🔥 slutty smutty filth

° Thomas Raggi & nonbinary reader insert

° Thomas' partner has been missing him terribly during his time in Austria- how will they welcome him home?

° the lyrics included werent written by me

wordcount: 5,799

° 2nd commission but finally my 1st thomas story! @wow-ihateithere thankyou for the coffees- 1st thing you said was that i should have fun & well&truly i did. thankyou for your patience & for letting me explore a different part of the beautiful gay rainbow. thankyou for the pics of your dog. thankyou for coming up with some of the dirrrrrty talk & for helping me pick the title ❣️

I was thinking, got the feeling- the gift you gave is gonna last Forever

“I got something for you - a gift, I got you a gift.”

You didn’t need to see your boyfriend’s face to know that he was eager, probably smiling with his teeth, as he spoke into his phone. After more than a year together, you could read Thomas’ tone, effortlessly reading between the lines.

Hell, you were eager as well. You should be used to him going away at this point - his work schedule had drastically changed since the beginning of your relationship, but his job had not. He was a rock star and as time passed he would only belong to the road more-and-more.

But you still got the same rush of anticipation when you knew he was due home. When he was back where you could touch, taste and hold him again, it was a high greater than anything you had ever known.

The passionate delight would take over when you first got to see his face, it was a fire that started deep in your stomach, immediately noticeable as your breath quickened. You wanted to rediscover every part of him, to make up for all of the time you had wasted being apart from him. You wanted to know the ways in which he was still the same, you wanted to know the ways he was different. You were so keen to tell him all of your thoughts, excited to see his reactions as you recounted dreams.

You were ready to have him back in your arms - but you had to wait for him to return from Austria. The flight would hardly take any time at all, but you were tired of this yearning - at this point it was a slow torture.

“Is it Gucci? ‘Cause I would expect to be kept in designer stuff, seeing how my boyfriend is a high-fashion model now.”

He laughed and you liked to imagine a pretty blush rising in his cheeks. “You know that we weren’t allowed to keep any of the things from the set. And I didn’t have time to see if Vienna had a Gucci store.”

You sighed dramatically. “Whatever, I’ll just have to be satisfied with finally having the photos.”

His voice got slightly quieter. “You sounded pretty satisfied the other night when you saw them for the first time.” Now you were certain that he was blushing, you could practically feel it.

And he was correct. Even though you had been on set for the photoshoot (unlike most of the things Måneskin were doing these days, the photo session for Gucci hadn’t conflicted with your university schedule), you hadn’t been prepared for the final result. The pictures you had taken on your phone, nor your memory from the long night, could do the campaign images justice. He had timed his call to coincide with the release of the photos, allowing him to hear you gasp upon seeing him in that harness.

You had been breathless, your praise of him, and how delicious he looked in that luxurious setting, had almost been completely buried under all of the profanities you couldn’t help but say.

“Well caro, I have a little something that I got for you.” You said.

“You got me a gift?”

You were smirking, thinking about the purchase - which was still on the dining table. You had carried it in from the car, going into the kitchen to check that you had the right size batteries in your arsenal. It would be far more at home in the bedroom, where you were currently sitting.

“Do you wanna guess what it is?”

“Umm… uh… is it… umm… Those new Doc Martens I was showing you, the ones with the glossy, metallic, kinda-green finish?”

You had gotten up from the bed, walking into the hallway. “No.”

“Oh, the Basquiat ones.” He had been coveting those boots for awhile - the work of his favourite artist on his favourite brand of shoe, they had basically been manufactured for him.

But you had been keeping that idea on your Christmas list.

“Honey, it’s not shoes.”

“Okay, uh… a PS5?”

You scoffed sarcastically. “Oh yeah, ‘cause you have so much freetime for gaming.”

“Hmm, right…”

You had reached the dining table, now looking upon the silicone device. “Would you like a hint?”

“Yeah, alright.”

You weren’t entirely familiar with the set-up of the toy, so you couldn’t turn it on as soon as you picked it up. You found the button and pushed it to bring the vibrations to life. Of course, all vibrators bragged of their super discreet, super quiet vibrations - so it was impossible to know if holding it up to the phone would help him to hear what was going on.

“Do you hear that?”

“Hear?” He repeated and you mentally cursed. “Babe, is that-”

“Hang on, hang on. I’m gonna put it down on the table.” You switched it up to the next level of intensity before placing it upon the tabletop. “Maybe the acoustics are better down there…”

The vibrator had a mind of its own, buzzing its way across the table. The table rattled, filling the otherwise silent room with a gloriously erotic rhythm. You felt your heart pounding harder as you watched it, awaiting his reaction.

“Do you need another hint, cucciolo?” You asked.

“Is that…” He made a strangled, tense attempt at clearing his throat. “Is that a gift for me or for you?”

You laughed breathlessly. “Well, I guess you’ll be there too… But let’s just say that I’ll be taken care of very nicely. It can’t be all about my greedy little bottom every single time.” You turned the toy off, holding it in your hand.

His voice had gotten quieter and you imagined him holding the phone closer to his mouth, paranoid of being overheard as he sat in Vienna International Airport. “Are you sure? I thought we were retiring… that kind of thing for a while, ‘cause we’ve never really had a perfect experience with those two in one… set-ups.”

You could clearly picture how he must look in his current state - his eyes darting all over the room, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists. Maybe he was getting that pink hue on his neck as he nervously picked his words, doing his best to not attract any attention. He was so sexy when he got nervous and flustered, you loved the power that came from pushing him to that state.

“I know, but I’m no quitter.” You said, hoping some of your confidence would rub off on him.

You couldn’t blame him for this trepidation, it was true that you hadn’t yet found an apparatus that could provide both of you with stimulation at the same time. The only times you had gotten to come together had been during standard penetrative sex. There was nothing wrong with him fucking you with his cock.

But he had his most intense orgasms when it was you doing the fucking with an add-on appendage - these were the climaxes that would ruin him for a couple of hours afterward. These were the climaxes that you committed to memory, re-examining them on the lonely nights alone. These were the climaxes that demanded an instant change of bedsheets.

You were determined to get it right because you loved it too.

But you knew it could be better, you knew that you could gain your own release, not just a contact high from watching him come. You were willing to keep trying, to not give up after all of the shitty harnesses that really couldn’t hold up and would loosen in one way or another. You just had to find the right toys, and your internet research (along with some first-hand experience insights from Victoria) led you to believe this vibrator was what you had been waiting for.

“I found something new and I’m very excited about it. Do you want me to send you a photo, caro?” You offered.

He sounded thoroughly rattled now. “Umm no, the wifi isn’t that strong here and we’ll probably have to board soon.”

“Okay babe, best to leave it up to your imagination anyway.”

“Yeah. Do you want a hint about your gift?”

You strolled into the kitchen, feeling the need for a glass of cold water. “No, let’s keep it mysterious, then we can both have surprises when you get home. It’ll be like Christmas has come early.”

“Christmas will be the only thing coming early.” He said.

“It better be.”

………

Thomas hadn’t had any time to unburden himself from the weight of his bags before you pounced on him. You had been waiting, watching the street outside your house since receiving his text that they were leaving the airport. You had shelved the paper you should be writing - concentrating on something like sociology right now felt like a complete waste of time.

You covered his face in enthusiastic kisses, you had never before felt so ready to devour him. He wrapped his arms tightly around you and you took your feet off the ground, placing your legs around his waist.

“Welcome home.” You said, your skin tickled by the beginnings of stubble growing around his mouth.

“I missed you so much amore.”

“I missed you too. It’s not the same when you’re gone, it’s like I can’t breathe properly until you’re back.”

His eyes were darting all over your face, refamiliarising himself with your features. “God, I know. I felt like I was going through withdrawals or something.”

“What if you just never left again?” You suggested, returning your feet to the ground. “And I quit uni, so then we would never have to leave this house again.” It was a joke storyline that the two of you had indulged in many times - when the lust seemed neverending and when fucking felt more essential than oxygen.

But each time you said it, it felt less like a joke because the time apart never got any easier. The way he was looking so deeply into your eyes made you want to seriously consider it. You pushed the straps of his backpack off of his shoulders and grabbed the front of his shirt.

It was just like a script and he knew his lines perfectly. “And we could fuck forever.”

“Yes.” You said in a breathless whisper.

“Let’s do that.”

“Yes.”

He brought you in for another kiss and you felt your knees growing weaker as his hand caressed your cheek. Your mouth sighed open to allow the invasion of his tongue and you curled your hands into fists around his shirt. He swiped his tongue along the back of your teeth and you pressed your body harder against his.

You moaned when he moved one hand down to cup your ass, feeling it through the fabric of your shorts. You were ready to unleash all of the desires pent up inside of you. You were tired of dreaming, you needed your fantasies to be real and complete.

Denim was thick, but his jeans weren’t able to fully contain his erection. You moaned again, heavier this time - you were so ecstatic to feel how ready he was. You reached down to grab him over the sturdy fabric with him drawing in a sharp inhale as he broke away from the kiss.

“Aw, cucciolo.” You cooed. “You really missed me, huh?”

“So bad.”

You were grinning as you hooked both of your index fingers through his belt-loops. “I understand. C’mon and I’ll take care of my little slut.”

His bags and guitar case were left by the locked front door as he allowed you to lead him toward the bedroom. You stole more kisses from him, not needing to see to navigate your way around the home. He kept grabbing at your face, trying to pull you in for a longer kiss. But you were too preoccupied by the task of undoing his jeans.

You backed up into the bedroom and he drew you in for a kiss that stole all of your breath. You pulled away, yanking your shirt up then over your head, with him quickly doing the same.

You stepped onto the bed, watching his hazel eyes grow incredibly focused as you pulled at the restrictive fabric of your sports bra, removing it from your chest. He still hadn’t gotten tired of looking at you naked, always getting a grateful look on his face as he stared. And it still gave you butterflies, it made you want to love him forever. He admired your body like it was the rarest masterpiece the world had ever known.

You loved the way he appreciated every part of your body with his hands. He could make you feel at peace in your body, after so much time searching for the right terms and the right ways to be yourself. He validated every side of you and accepted you wholly.

It sets you free, allowing you to run wild and indulge in desires you had never dared to dream of before. He didn’t need you to be the girl that the rest of the world saw you as. The only labels he cared about were that he was the puppy and you were the master - the rest of it was fluid.

What you had together was truly limitless and it made your blood run hotter than lava. Your lust was a powder keg, constantly ready for him to give off any kind of spark.

You dropped your shorts and beckoned him, curling a single finger. He lost his jeans before joining you on the bed. But he didn’t stand to mirror your current position, instead he brought his knees to the mattress directly in front of your feet.

You smiled, playing with his hair as you revelled in the desperation in his eyes. “Mio caro, ilo mio cucciolo…”

He was caressing your legs, running his hands up-and-down your exposed thighs. He began to press kisses across the skin above what your underwear covered. You continued to run your fingers over his scalp - the thought of pulling on his hair was so very alluring, but you resisted while he was being so good.

“Do you know how utterly fuckable you look in those Gucci photos? And it’s not the brand name or the status or the paycheck. It’s you and nothing else, caro.”

He smiled, kissing you a couple more times before responding. “You were there when we shot it, you saw every look…”

“I know but it’s different now. It’s larger than life. And now the whole world knows what a greedy little bottoming bitch you are.”

His fingers had started to play with the waistband of your underwear, hinting at his desire to have you naked, without making any real threats to your authority. The way his lips were moving across your skin made you want to give it up, made you want to pin him down and use him.

“I knew you’d like them.” He said, his dreamy eyes making your heart flutter. “When I told Vic that I was gonna call you in time with the photos going up - she said that I should put the do not disturb sign on the door…”

You smiled at the mention - of course Victoria had been privy to your phone sex, as your closest confidante, she knew details that others would label as too much information.

“‘Cause she said, they will need some time to properly consume the photos. And that, they shouldn’t be rushed. And that you deserve someone with the patience to respect their need for alone time.”

Now was when you decided to exert some of your power, tugging his hair to force him to meet your eye. “Damn right I needed alone time, your ass looks so great in those photos.” He smiled and you applied your fingernails to his scalp. “It’s a real shame I didn’t get to take a taste.”

He licked his lips. “I know.”

You grabbed his chin, fire in your eyes as you looked down at him. “I don’t think that you do know, I don’t think that you properly understand the punishment of looking at something I can’t touch. I don’t think you know how it feels to be so fucking wet that you can’t think of anything else, the punishment of wanting to hear your slutty sounds while you’re behaving like a tease in another country.”

He waited for you to be undoubtedly finished speaking before opening his mouth. “Punish me.”

“Is that what you deserve?”

“It’s more than I deserve.”

He was so obedient, the thrill of power went straight to your head - your thoughts lighting up like a Christmas tree. You could see that he truly meant it, a genuine statement delivered with the correct language of a submissive. You saw in his eyes a reflection of the adoration you felt for him and you wanted to fulfil his fantasies.

“That’s right. But I’m gonna punish you anyways.” You said. “Lay your pretty face down on the pillow.”

Without any hesitation, he let go of you and shuffled further up the bed. You inelegantly got down from your feet as he laid his stomach upon the mattress. You looked at his pert ass, still covered by his black briefs. You were allowed so many possibilities, all you had to do was pick your favourite to start with.

You didn’t let yourself get carried away and just do whatever would provide you with pleasure the quickest. You knew what your boyfriend liked, what got him to the point of begging. You also knew what you liked the best, what you could do to him to get your cunt dripping.

So you took your time to compile a flexible method in your head, thinking about which moves you wanted to use. He didn’t peek during this process (he knew better than that), not even when you rolled open the bedside draw. You picked out the new vibrator without switching it on, you placed the toy on the mattress next to you - closeby for when you would need it later. Along with this, you grabbed a bottle of flavoured lube. You slid the drawer full of naughty secrets shut again, wanting to mostly concentrate on what you could do with your hands.

His underwear dulled the sound of the first spank, but you could still hear his breathing hitch. You drew your hand far back, a confident swipe through the air to deliver a spank to his other buttcheek. You could see his hands had balled into fists around the pillow as you slapped him again-and-again - wanting to turn his perfect ass to a lovely shade of red.

You could hear that he had begun to moan and you could feel the muscles in this area growing tenser. Instead of pulling the underwear off, you pushed them up until most of the fabric was wedged between his cheeks - something like a g-string, allowing you to look at his ass as you played with it.

You put a hand to each of his cheeks, applying a pinch while you used your other hand to spank him some more. He squirmed, his noises getting louder and you could feel more heat spreading through your cunt.

You could feel your hand starting to sting and your breathing had become ragged. You leant down and used your teeth on him, earning you a throaty cry from him. You sucked on his skin, hard enough to cause a hickey as you reached your hand blindly out for the vibrator. You pawed across the bedspread until you felt the sturdy toy hitting against your fingers and you snatched it up at once.

You sat up, giving his ass a few pats. “Are you done being a bad little slut?” You switched the dildo on, but kept it away from him. “Have you learnt your lesson?”

He shuddered, raising his head from the pillow. “Yes, thank you amore, ah.”

He whipped his head around when you touched the toy to the small of his back. You grinned and held the toy up for him to see. His mouth fell open as he rolled over, a more comfortable position for him to view you.

“Surprise.” You said.

He sat up and tentatively reached a hand out. “Is this…?”

“Is this your gift? Yes.” You transferred it to his hands. “More accurately - me using it to fuck you, that’s the gift.”

He was turning it over in his hands, trying to gain all the necessary information from just looking at it, it seemed it was similarly brand new to him. “Which belt were you gonna use? It doesn’t really look like it’d work with any of our o-rings. It’s lacking the wide base, but I guess it-”

“Do you wanna know what else it’s lacking? The need for any belts, rings, straps or anything.” You said and he tilted his head to the side, his confusion clear. “It’s totally strapless, this part goes up inside of me.” You pointed to the tight curve at one end of the dildo. “And I hold it up there while you’re getting fucked by all of this.” You ran your forefinger down the dildos silicone shaft.

“What are these bits?” He asked of the two prongs that protruded from what was to be your end. “They kinda look like bunny ears.”

You giggled, playing with his dirty blonde hair. “That’s what they’re called on the side of the box. But they sit around my clit, and then vrrrr….” You poked your finger into the space between the ‘ears’, shaking it to mimic the vibrations you would be receiving.

“Wow.” He was smiling and it excited you to see that he had lost his earlier worries over being subjected to another less than spectacular strap-on experience. You had him ready to be fucked by this new cock.

“Wow is right.” You put your hand to his shoulder and gave it a gentle push. “Underwear off, cucciolo. I’ve got to fuck you right now, I’ve missed watching you come.”

You removed your underwear and took the toy back from him. You turned it around, the contoured pony facing you. You saw that he was watching you, looking from your face to the girthy curve that you were considering. You felt emboldened by his gaze, his dick impossibly hard but his patience prevailed. You leant back and spread your legs, allowing him to see even more.

You brought the head of the stilled nub to your wet heat, it was an easy insertion into your slick cunt, the ridges sliding between your awaiting walls. It fit so perfectly, instantly close to your g-spot, making you moan.

With some adjustments, you had the rabbit ears on either side of your clitoris. But you hesitated from turning the vibrations on.

Breathing in deeper, you returned your focus to the task at hand, looking over to where he was still watching you patiently. You plucked up the bottle of lubricant, uncapping it and being instantly greeted by the sweet, artificial scent of strawberry, making you feel ready to indulge. You pumped some of the thick liquid into your hand, putting time into especially coating your index and middle fingers. He was mesmerized by this movement and you could tell he was anticipating how your next move would affect him.

“Show me that slutty hole.” You said, your voice quieter but not softer. You added another generous dollop of lube to your hand, this time running it up the length of the silicone shaft.

He laid back, legs splayed, his naked body ready to be used by you. He tilted his ass up from the mattress, he was so practised at this point. For the moment, the vibrator was forgotten as you used one hand to massage his ass cheek. Your other hand became occupied with locating his hole, finding the tight ring and starting to ease it open. You used one coated finger to copy the gentle rhythm you were massaging him with and he shut his eyes, moaning. You moved slowly, loving this process of preparation to show him the care that he deserved.

He took in one of your fingers and soon allowed a second. You let go of his ass, keeping him distracted with your fingers' affectionate explorations. You returned your hand to the slippery dildo and edged yourself closer to his body.

You continued to work your fingers inside of him, making him gasp when you teased the tip to his hole. Gradually he accepted the tapered end into him with you taking the necessary time, not rushing to fill him up at once, even though you could feel your cunts eager clenching.

“Is that good for you, caro?” You asked.

He didn’t form any words to agree, instead just humming as he nodded his head. With very little resistance, you were able to have all of your cock inside of him.

A slight shift from your body brought a shudder from him and you took this moment to switch the vibrations back on. It was a blissful harmony of stimulation for you at once. You pulled your hips back a bit, then rolled forward. Not too hard, but enough to make your heart leap into your throat when the tip hit against your g-spot.

You tested at finding a rhythm, receiving the response from him of moaning as he tilted his hips further. Your nerves jittered to an exciting height as you slowly stroked your length up-and-down his tender flesh. You felt like your clit was swelling, the vibrations working in a pattern that wanted to send you straight to Heaven.

You moved quicker and the way he slumped back, his stomach contracting, made you think you had potentially found his prostate, where he would feel the stimulation most. You were inspired to put more power into your rocking, rewarded with his increasing panting as he continued to fail at catching his breath.

“God, such a good puppy.” You said through gritted teeth. “You don’t just play at being a bottom bitch for the cameras - no, you fuck like it too, ‘cause it’s what you are.” His thighs clenched together around you, keeping you where he needed. “You’re my bottom bitch.”

He had fallen back onto the bed, groaning as he writhed through the mounting pleasure. “Yours.”

“Mine.”

You pushed through the wild convulsions that threatened to destroy your rhythm. You had to keep fucking him, had to keep drawing these unashamedly erotic sounds out of him.

It was like coming up from the deep end of the pool, that uneasy but fleeting feeling before your head breached the water’s surface - because you had all of your senses disconnected from reality and you had no knowledge of what had unfolded in your absence.

But those fears had no place in reality.

It didn’t matter that he was having the most successful year of his life. His fame hadn’t shaken how much he loved to be your submissive. There was no hint of an ego - it didn’t matter that he could hold the attention of a stadium full of people in the palm of his hand, a neverending fountain of praise. He left all of that behind him as soon as he left the stage.

When he got home to you, you delivered a swift kick to knock away the pedestal that the rest of the world placed him on. You dragged him down to where he was nothing but a series of animal instincts.

The fame enchanted you more than it did him. You could hardly believe the escalation of your power trip these past few months. It had been thrilling to find a man who was willing to let you play out your deepest fantasy of stepping outside of the gender listed on your ID and becoming the one who wielded the cock. You had his crown, even at his high status - it was you who was on top.

And it obsessed you.

“Now I get to have you how everyone who saw those photos wants to.” You said. “But you look even better now, riding my fuckin’ cock.” You put a hand to his stomach in an attempt to steady yourself. “You’re so proud of that ass, being such a show off. Maybe one of these days we could really show you off, I could film you taking this cock like a pro.”

He shook his head, while his hips still rolled, still chasing his orgasm. “Don’t.”

“No?” You asked, reaching down to pinch one of his nipples. “You don’t wanna show this off? But I thought you were proud of being my bottom bitch.”

You saw his Adam’s apple move slowly as he made an audible gulp. “Only for you.”

You grinned, dragging your nails down his chest. “Il mio cucciolo.”

“Yes, yours.” He whimpered.

“Come for me caro.” The vibrating pad was pushed against your g-spot and you felt your resolve failing you, you were ready to be overwhelmed. “Come on my cock.”

“Ung.” He made a strangled cry, twitching up into a thrust.

This sent the dildo’s rounded tip harder into you and you felt your eyes roll back for one incredible moment. Your pitch was suddenly much higher when you next cried out. “Yes, oh fuck. You’re gonna make me come, you filthy… ah, oh God.”

Your entire body was consumed by the pulses that the toy was providing to you, these relentless patterns only strengthened each time he rutted into you. You became crazed, desperate for your orgasm and you hit into him with this new determination, focused solely on your pleasure.

The only sounds in the room were his desperate pleas and the slapping every time your body collided with his. You were locked in this moment with him, needing him to complete you as you aimed to completely ruin him.

“Take it, take it, yes baby, take it.” You grunted over the sound of his delicious moaning.

“Yes, yes, ah, yes.” He kept pushing into you harder, getting all that he could from the vibrator.

At this point the ecstasy had consumed you and you felt ready to leave consciousness behind entirely. The vibrations were rattling you so deep down, practically preparing your soul to climax as well.

You screamed, your hips snapping and jerking as the wave took you over, instantly flooring you. “Tom, baby…” The strength had fled your body and all you wanted to do was collapse onto him.

You opened your eyes at the feeling of your centre of gravity shifting and you found he was sitting up. He got as close to your eye level as he could and you put your hand to the back of his head, wanting him close, but you didn’t have the energy for any kisses.

He was still working at his rhythm and you watched the delight play out on his face as his orgasm was pushed to an even greater intensity. It made you ache, it made you feel like you could come again - if you allowed it.

“Come for this cock.” You instructed.

He was soon spilling himself, making a series of strangled noises as his mouth gaped open. You felt him become heavier in your hold and so you let him go, letting him float back down to the bed. He crumpled, a panting mess.

You didn’t think you had ever been so sweaty in your whole life as you dismounted from his twitching body. You extracted the dildo, tossing it to the ground for you to find and clean later. The strawberry scent had left the room, evaporated out and all that was left for you to smell was sweat.

You laid down and immediately rolled over to cuddle into him. He held you, keeping you with him as both of you came down from those awe-inspiring heights. There was nothing to be said in this moment, on a different level of awareness, you knew he felt the same.

After a while you felt his fingers comb through your hair and you decided it was worth staying awake. You opened your eyes to find him staring at you, his gaze filled with that intensity that made you feel so appreciated and so unashamed of who you were.

“I love you.” He said, making you smile - being adored by him never got old.

“I love you too, caro.”

“That was an amazing surprise.”

Pride swelled in your heart, pushing out any lingering insecurities as you traced your fingers across his collarbone. “Yeah? I think so too.”

“It makes the gift that I got for you look like a tacky joke.”

You grabbed his hand and gave it an encouraging squeeze. “No, I’m sure that I’ll love it. I’ll love whatever it is ‘cause it’s come from you.”

“Should I go get it?”

“Yes please.”

The plain paper bag that he returned with was only small, but you were excited nevertheless. You sat up and eagerly reached for it. He returned to the bed and handed the object to you, but you made sure to give him a kiss before opening the bag.

You saw one item inside and you tipped the bag upside down where the gift fit neatly in the palm of your hand. You were looking at a black and white photo of Sigmund Freud, attached to a keychain. You turned the plastic square over, looking at the words printed there.

You felt yourself laughing as you read it aloud. “Freud envies my penis.”

He was smiling, but in that uncertain way, as if he didn’t fully believe your laughter. “It’s dumb, I know. But there was this whole museum for him there. And there was so much shit in the gift shop and I didn’t wanna get something you wouldn’t like - like a basic ass shirt.”

“No, it’s so perfect. I am gonna put it on my keys right now. I think I’m gonna laugh every time I see it.” You held it up by the ring, you were already thinking of the friends you wanted to show it to, people who would appreciate your boyfriend’s sense of humour.

“Yeah, and I figured that if you ever lose them we can say that they Freudian slipped out of your hands.”

You bowed your head, briefly joining him as he chuckled. “You are lucky that butt of yours doesn’t quit, ‘cause that joke is weak.”

He pushed his head into your shoulder and you wrapped your arms around him to pull him down to the bed with you. Embracing, you laughed together, falling back into sync on another level.

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luvvewan · 2 years

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Spring Saturday Shopping at Torrid

I’ve been really into sundresses this year. It’s already been in the 90’s and will only go up (and up and up) from there. Old Navy has had some super cute options and their updated in-store sizes is awesome. I wish more stores would follow their lead. But my favorite place for a proper try-on is still Torrid. I stopped in my local Torrid on Saturday and several cute things caught my eye.

This is the dress I wore in, from Old Navy. I get compliments every time I wear it, and not just from myself!

I finally wore the earrings I got on my November trip to Chicago! They have a very spring feel so I’ve been saving them. The mall was a little warm but let’s pretend that’s highlighter rather than a layer of sweat on my skin. ✨

First I tried on this bright sundress (Tiered Midi Dress Super Soft Floral Green, $69.50). This was sitting in my online cart for awhile but it sold out. I was pleasantly surprised to find it in store! Like with most Torrid sundresses, this had a nice weight to it, and skims nicely along the body. I haven’t taken pics in a dressing room in a long time, probably pre-Covid. I wish I got a better shot but I was rusty. And I didn’t want to be in there for an hour.

Next was this dress that I ended up loving (Lace-Ip Skater Dress-Gauze Floral Black, $75.50). It looked meh on the hanger, and I wasn’t sure of the boob situation, but it was very breezy and chill! I’ve been lusting after a casual summer hat but this was not the one. 🤣 My head is too big. I guess that’s why I’m so SMART, right? Right?

This cut of dress is labeled as “popular” on the Torrid site, with some sizes and colors already sold out. I was curious to try it (Button Front Midi Dress-Textured Stretch Rayon Coral, $79.50). Coral is one of my favorite colors; however this dress was firmly in so-so territory for me. I would have preferred if it gathered more in the waist.

Most of my time in the fitting room was spent sweating and fucking up my hair while I figured out how to get into this thing. I thought it was a dress but it’s actually a “step through dress”, which means it has attached shorts under the skirt. No exaggeration, it took me five tries to get it on the correct way. And then I didn’t even like it. 🤣 Honestly I preferred the way it looked in one of my confused configurations. This would probably work better for someone taller with a smaller bust. (Surplice Asymmetrical Step-Through Dress-Crinkle Gauze Floral White, $89.50)

This swimsuit was the unexpected find of the day! I’m going on vacation in May and grabbed this on a whim. I never expect to find a suit or bra that will fit, especially something without underwire or a lot of coverage. I really loved this suit! The pieces are sold separately which is a must for me, as I need a size larger on top (I’m a 42H and the top is a size 3, bottom size 2). The top also features adjustable straps. I didn’t bother with that in the dressing room but I think shortening the straps would boost and support the girls a little more. Overall this suit was pretty and didn’t make me want to run screaming into the forest, never to be seen again. A win! (Lightly Lined Wire-Free Triangle Swim Top-Blue Floral, $59.50 & Hi-Lo Pleated Swim Skirt-Blue Floral $54.50)

I purchased the green dress and the black floral dress. I have the swimsuit in the back of my mind for my trip. Torrid is always having a sale of some kind, whether in store or online, plus I had a $20 reward to use. Old Navy and Torrid have really been coming through lately, which softens the blow of pandemic weight gain. Here’s hoping for more successful shopping adventures to come!

#plus size #plus size shopping #torrid #curvy #plus size clothes #personal

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petalsmooth · 3 years

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Ok.

Let’s talk Lili.

First off we only know what stars put out about themselves or other people say about them. We are not friends with these people. We are not in their homes. We don’t usually hear what they say in unguarded conversation. What we know is what is out on social media with some highly distorted soundbites from chats or DM’s with her mother that were exposed.

We were initially presented a portrait pushed by her and her family no less of a middle class family with the standard girl next door hit it big narrative. Down to earth, relatable, somewhat quirky. Strong two parent supportive household. All that was missing were the apron and pearls.

This girl came out of the gates talking about a modernized Riverdale with two girls who would be actually close and not vying for the same redhead. Feel free to add/or correct along the way of course...especially early on when not following as closely.

We got very little in the way of insight into Cole and Lili because they were trying to keep it quiet even if there were hints together. Mostly during this period what fans were fed was that she was slightly awkward socially, maybe not the most intellectual but nice and harmless. She spoke of empowering women, independence, she constantly shut down the idea of Barchie and praised Bughead. Along through the year’s she would speak to social bullying or bullying in general. She would openly talk about struggles with mental health. She’d talk and show her cystic acne and share photos not all airbrushed in ode to body positivity. She’d talk about not having an hourglass figure, and cellulite and often go out in ratty shorts and a bun sans makeup. You see she’d talk about it then follow through by showing lived the walk or calling out photoshops done of her.

Again this is “relatable girl next door quirky Lili” we told was the REAL Lili.

She would frequently talk and post about her family and dogs at home and how much she loved and missed them...though oddly not so much her older sister.

At a certain point it became undeniable Cole and Lili were together to even the hardest deniers. Of course also the Met gala eventually made official for media.

We get have her liking posts such as Miley’s about how lucky she was to have a man who checked off all the boxes. But at times there were glimpses all wasn’t kosher. People have mentioned various cons where she’d be caught flirting somewhere else, or she’d be in a bad mood giving Cole a cold shoulder. We recently saw an old video of them walking and her basically demanding he drop the fans and attend her. We have the con were Camilla is sexually harassing Cole everywhere and Lili doesn’t shut it down until Camilla tries to grind on him. It was so bad even Mads intervened. We have the interview where she is talking over him or rolling her eyes and basically being the unprofessional brat her fans claim she is not. Even though it’s ON CAMERA. Snapping at your co worker/boyfriend and rolling your eyes during a professional interview is not deniable.

Flashforward to the trip to Italy because for me there was always something off about that. That trip was obviously planned far in advance. Clearly Lili was supposed to be there. Her fans quickly blamed Cole because Lili was working. Lili didn’t have to work. It wasn’t a career changing move to do that film. It did not do well. I’m not entirely sure what was happening around that time but I have the sense Cole was disappointed/a little angry she prioritized it over him accepting very likely the offer AFTER the trip was planned.

Lili spirals during this time. Cole comes back to clean up mess. They are quiet on social media for a long time then slowly emerge again and eventually get the photo booth shots, the wedding and her mingling with NY friends for once. Turns out close to the end for them.

I don’t want to make this a Sprousehart post though although some relevance to bring part of it up. The point is Lili put her career over her relationship. It was a calculated decision. It was also the wrong decision. Her fans talk about her being this warm giving person but that was a cynical call and a pretty lousy thing to do to your boyfriend of several year’s. I’m all for supportive partners but there are time’s where you make sacrifices if you really care for someone and this was a special trip planned long in advance. She blew it off. If I’m the partner she does this too, I question why I’m putting in the effort if it doesn’t mean to them what it means to me.

TBH I think the bad choices she made there is why tried to make it up by meeting with his friends, the wedding etc...

Something than clearly happened because by January they were done. Not sure we’ll ever know but it looked like they were trying to fix things given the happiness hadn’t seen on Cole’s faces in a long time in those booth pics and then...it was done. We didn’t know at the time, but this is timeline Cole gave. There was a brief attempt at reconciliation where she babysits him at a photo shoot and posts a photo of them in bed and then shortly after...Cole calls it off.

He heads to LA, she follows him there but not without making sure to shove Casey’s face into her chest to post and rent a place close to where he is staying. She posts weepy messages about the world ending etc....and weird new photos mimicking old shoots with him so naturally people think this means whatever happened they worked through. Around same time she and hers manipulated her fans to try to cancel him earlier because she misunderstood a picture of Kaia....although flat out if he had been with Kaia he was SINGLE and it was no longer her business.

She tries to walk back the firestorm she unleashed on him by “defending” him from a lesser twitter trend after realizing misconstrued the Kaia picture, All summer she weirdly seems to be trying to avoid the topic if they are together or not despite saying once if they weren’t she’d tell people. She finally puts her foot in her mouth one two many times' and Cole confirms they broke up which she doesn’t acknowledge. Because she doesn’t want to be broken up.

As we know know it wasn’t all rainbows on the set even before all this happened as in the musical she’d launched an object at him hard enough to have the crew concerned. Lili fans keep saying Cole is abusive but the only evidence we have of abuse is her towards him. We also had her suddenly doing a 180 from past 4 year’s and excusing cheating with Archie and promoting everyone in her live recaps except Cole/Jughead.

Back to the events following Cole’s post....then we get a sudden string of interviews taking shots at Cole, doxxing him, implying he could have strayed (just to resurrect hate against him) but can’t say he actually did because she has no proof. We know this because in those chats admit it was just suspicion and paranoia and never did have any names.

We learn that Lili has been funneling news and gossip and photos to keep her mother’s hold on the fandom in check and her mother in turn has been bullying people who would stand on Cole’s side. They sought to ruin him. This is not debatable.

For year’s people had made fun and called Bree out for being an obsessive stalker unable to let a relationship go, then Lili starts doing the same. We know she has tried to copy Ari’s style, her mother made a snide comment about breast size, Lili tried to taunt Ari from on set and Ari shut her down. A girl who almost never was in the line of sight of paps suddenly is snapped everyday following break up even before the public new. That doesn’t just happen. She wanted the attention.

I’m not going to go into all of it, you all know it. Suffice to say revealing she has a bitter vindictive attitude she has submersed herself in ever since Cole made it clear no reunion. She won’t even broach the topic of Bughead/Jughead unless forced. You can spin all you like but the split screens was not an artistic choice by RD. It was spurred by need to keep them apart.

Lili last summer was doing precious little other than a post or two of Black Lives matter and then when Cole gets arrested suddenly she jumps on the me too and sets up impulsive lives. Maybe she meant well but a part of me thinks she did it to attract his attention. Notice once she got praise for it and the initial protests faded she more or less doesn’t bring it up anymore. Cole never intended to get attention, it just happened because he’s a star and got taken in to a jail cell. He never put himself on camera for notice.

Lili also co-opts the murder of a girl to flaunt she thinks she looks good naked. Completely tone deaf.

Lili very rarely is seen in fan photos, only usually when she’s getting flack for it online. She, a girl who talks about bullying, went on a midnight tirade against a guy who dares to critique or poetry setting her fans on him. Then deleted it probably because publicist in her ear.

She first said poems not about Cole, than said you could read into what you wanted to sell them. Now she doesn’t want to talk poetry or sequels because it flopped and was critically panned.

There are constant rumors about Lili on sets of productions to point they even had someone on her newer movie try to downplay. Yet we see in a video the cast barely talking and looking tense on a boat.

The girl who used to talk about body positivity now lets them airbrush abs onto her.

The girl who used to talk of therapy and mental illness now promotes OTC supplements for $ and cults.

If she mentions cellulite she uses other tik toks of people showing not her own.

She said she would never be on tik tok, yet now has her own and post old videos that aren’t funny.

Lili once tired to attack Cole by talking about losing yourself in drugs or alcohol or sex yet we’ve seen her drug paraphernalia because she advertises. Her friends post and laugh over her being drunk. She was in an off and on relationship with Wallis that doesn’t seem to be about anything but sex.

We were told Coles friends are bad influences but Taylor is out there solicitating questionable clients and making videos slamming LILI’S COWORKER as a bad actor and his brother,

The majority of Lili’s posts no longer feature Sunny or her family/Addy.

She insulted Vancouver, compared to a prison, and made it clear her creature comforts were of more importance than a pandemic. Not quite the attitude of an empath. Which she claims she is with intention to be a master which require sucking more gullible people into the cult.

She brags about being a “rich man” without understand the context. She went from artistic photos to modeling pinups to fuel her lack of self esteem.

She’s in her mid 20′s, claims she had grown and matured in the last year but there is no evidence of it. Still can’t work with her ex without buffers which still influences show direction though her fans deny.. Still lives off junk food and hangovers. Those glasses aren’t just for sun. Her timeline is mostly an ode to her vanity with pictures of herself and then her dog. She doesn’t seem to have any causes she’s deeply involved in on the side apart from her cult. She’s still stalking Cole as her impulsive makeup tutorial showed. She said she cut out of her life anyone who doesn’t service her. I highly doubt she is receiving quality therapy on the regular right now. She still does not seem to possess the ability to own her mistakes and apologize when warranted, rather deflects or erases when heat becomes too hot.

The content she puts out about herself post break up is very different than the bill of goods fans were sold before. She is a far cry from that quirky girl next door that stood FOR something more than vanity and shallow affirmation. So no, I don’t see what you see in her stans. Everything that once seemed to distinguish her from other spoilt princesses has long faded.

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boxbusiness · 4 years

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I am finally home so I can finally post the DiaBeel fic!

It’s corny for sure so mercy plz >>”

Story under the cut. Linky to the whole pic >>here<<

Made with Love

It was a pleasant day in Devildom. However, though the day was nice enough to go out and relax the Prince of Hell was trapped in his office filing paperwork. Finally getting frustrated with all the tasks on his desk, Diavolo let out an exasperated sigh and leaned back in his chair. He ran his hands through his maroon hair and stared up at the ceiling in sheer boredom. Right on cue, Diavolo’s faithful butler let himself into the office.

“Excuse my intrusion, My Lord, but I couldn’t help but feel like you were in distress. Am I wrong?” Barbatos explained slyly smiling, holding his hand up to his chin like he normally does. Diavolo couldn’t help letting out a chuckle at his friend’s teasing. He shook his head.

“I’m fine, Barbatos. A little overwhelmed, but fine.” Diavolo lifted a stack and aligned them by patting one edge of the papers on the desk. He looked at the other mountains of paperwork and let out another sigh. Barbatos frowned.

“If you are feeling overwhelmed then perhaps you should take a break, My Lord. That would be the obvious solution.” The demon butler suggested.

“I will, but a little later. If I don’t finish this now Lucifer will scold me, and Lucifer can be pretty scary when he is angry.”

“I see, My Lord. Lucifer is supposed to come by later if I remember correctly. He would be very upset to come all this way and see the work is incomplete.”

“Hahaha! That’s right, so I’ll take my break when Lucifer stops by. Until then it is back to work for me.” Diavolo declared. “When he does come by, bring him here and prepare some tea as well.”

“Understood, My Lord. I shall leave you to your tasks, but I shall also leave this with you.” Barbatos walked over to Diavolo who displayed a puzzled look on his face. “A courier came by to deliver this. It’s addressed to you, My Lord.” After giving a neatly wrapped box binded by a ribbon to Diavolo’s outstretched hand, Barbatos bowed and left the office. The young demon prince inspected the box, there was a note sticking out from the underside of the ribbon. It didn’t have a sender’s name on it. The only thing written was, Made with Love~ Enjoy! He removed the wrapping paper and it revealed the package to be a box of macarons. Diavolo chuckled softly and smiled.

“How sweet. I’ll save this for my break.”

A while later Diavolo sighed once more, but this time in relief. He finally completed his work and it was around the time Lucifer was planning to visit. Smiling, Diavolo organized his desk to be neat and tidy and placed the gift package of macarons on the coffee table in his office. As soon as he took a seat on the surrounding sofa there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.” The prince expected to see Barbatos and Lucifer, but instead was greeted by Barbatos and someone else. “Oh? Beelzebub? What brings you here?”

“It was explained to me that some of Lucifer’s brothers got into some trouble earlier today and he had to deal with them accordingly. Lucifer sent Beelzebub in his place.” Barbatos informed. He walked forward placing the tea set he was carrying on the coffee table. “Your tea as requested, My Lord. If you will excuse me…” Barbatos bowed and promptly left the room leaving Diavolo and Beel alone in the office.

“Um… Lucifer told me you would have files to give me.” Beel plainly stated breaking the silence.

“Ah yes~ That is correct.” Diavolo craned his neck to look at the paperwork on his desk then back to Lucifer’s little brother. “Before I give you those… Would you care to sit and have some tea with me?” His offer caught Beel by surprise.

“But isn’t that... A you and Lucifer thing? I don’t know if I should…” Beel shyly protested grabbing his wrist.

“Haha~ Correct again, I suppose… But tea with me isn’t a privilege just for Lucifer. All his brothers are welcome company, so that includes you, Beelzebub.” Diavolo reassured, sensing the other’s nervousness.

“Um.. I’m still not sure…”

“Perhaps I can sweeten the deal. If you stay for tea, I’ll share these with you.” Diavolo opened the box showcasing the colorful rows of macarons and on cue Beel’s stomach started growling.

“Maybe I can stay for a little while…” Beel stated. His eyes never left the box of goodies as he walked over to join Diavolo on the sofa. When he was handed the box, Beel began wolfing down the little treats. Diavolo smiled contently as he sipped some tea. He was glad he got the hungry demon to relax. Beel normally never acted like that in front of him, but he usually was among others, but being in his company one on one must have made Beelzebub tense. It worried Diavolo that people he wanted to be acquainted with were still intimidated by him. Respecting him as prince of Devildom was fine, but fearing him for being an all powerful demon was an image he wanted to leave behind. Maybe small talk could help the situation.

“So Beel… What happened to your shirt?” Diavolo questioned taking another sip. Beel paused, then swallowed his current mouthful of macarons. He looked down, Beel was in his usual casual garb, but his jacket was closed. “I know you’re not wearing a shirt so tell me the story behind that.”

“Oh. Well… I was working out, and I got pretty sweaty. I was going to change, but Lucifer caught wind of the trouble my other brothers were up to this morning and stopped everything in his tracks to punish them. He knew he’d be too busy dealing with them to come here, so he commanded me to go instead.” Beel started explaining. Diavolo let out his signature hardy laugh.

“So you took off your shirt and zipped up your jacket and hurried off here not to further anger Lucifer, Hmm?” Diavolo summed up. Beel nodded, his face looking a little flushed. “I’m sure if you stopped to change your shirt Lucifer wouldn’t have minded, but I understand not wanting to upset him more when he’s already in a mood.” Softly chuckling, Diavolo placed his teacup on the table. He glanced towards Beel and noticed his companion suddenly looked uncomfortable. “Beel...? Is something wrong?”

“I-I…” His speech was shaky and his words were cut by labored breaths. “I f-feel… N-Nngh so s-strange…” Beel was madly blushing, his hand clutching his chest, his legs were restless, twitching and rubbing against each other. He kept gasping for air, his eyes clenched closed, his body was trembling pink. “W-What… a-Ah is this… feeling?” Diavolo couldn’t help being taken aback at this sudden behavior, it made him blush a little too. The prince quickly deduced that the macarons had to be the cause of this and took one of the remaining to investigate. It looked and smelled normal, but when he took a bite it started to make sense.

“Hmm… Despite the small size it’s packed full of aphrodisiacs. These were literally made with love..” Diavolo commented to himself. He suddenly felt dizzy and he clutched his head. He could feel his cheeks begin to burn and his heart begin to race. “Ah-haha… Just one has me feeling breathless… Ah… I can’t imagine how you must feel.” He breathed. He looked over at Beel who was barely keeping it together. It didn’t take long before Diavolo’s judgement became clouded. “Beelzebub…” He scooted over to him, placing his hands on his jacket zipper.

“L-Lord Diavolo! Wah-Ah What are y-you doing?” Beel questioned with little resistance to the actions. Diavolo pulled the zipper down and he managed to slip the jacket off Beel’s shoulders before he started squirming. “D-Dia… A-ah-volo…?”

“I-I just want to look, Beel… You said you were working out, yes? Well I just want to look… At all your hard work…” Diavolo feverishly admitted. Starting at Beel’s navel, he ran his fingertips up the curves of the demon’s abs. Diavolo could feel the heat radiating off his skin and Beel’s breath buckle when he reached his chest. “Wow-Wow… You’ve worked so hard… You deserve a reward!” Diavolo reached over with his other hand and picked up the lingering macaron. He held it to Beel’s lips which were pinched shut. “Aww~ Don’t be like that. Now say…” Diavolo cut his words off and his fingers curled around Beel’s left breast. He firmly grasped it.

“A-Ah!” Beel gasped when his chest got groped.

“Now tell me, Beel… Do you want me to give this to you?” The demon prince whispered into the hungry demon’s ear. He waved the macaron close to Beel’s mouth, but just enough out of reach. “Come on… Tell me what you want.” Diavolo teased.

“Ah-I… I want- Nngh!” Beel struggled to piece a sentence together. His mind was swimming with different emotions and feelings. “I want…”

All of a sudden the door to the office slammed open with a frantic Lucifer rushing to get in. However, the first born paused at the doorway taking in the scene unfolding before him. Lucifer stared wide-eyed at Diavolo who returned his gaze as he was the only one of the two demons in the room to acknowledge the third party’s entrance.

“...I WANT YOU TO GIVE IT TO ME, LORD DIAVOLO!!!”

It was hours later in the Demon Prince’s castle. Beel was asleep in one of the guest rooms being tended to by Barbatos while Lucifer and Diavolo were in the very office where the incident just occurred.

“I cannot believe this happened.” Lucifer grumbled leaning over the fireplace with anger and embarrassment swirling through his mind. That morning his brothers, with the exception of Beel, planned to play a prank on him. The idea was to send Diavolo a package of spiked macarons, so that when Lucifer came over they would finally get down to business. The plan went wrong when Lucifer caught them in the middle of their scheme, but couldn’t figure out what they were up to until it was too late. “They are all dead men…” He growled.

“Your brothers sure do come up with the wildest things.” Diavolo chuckled, shaking his head. After Lucifer showed up he asked Barbatos to brew an antidote. Diavolo and Beel were back to normal, however Beel needed to extend his rest considering he consumed a larger amount.

“How can you laugh at this? It’s absolutely disgraceful! An utter outrage!” Lucifer whipped around to face the taller man.

“Well you did stop us before anything could happen and I trust you can deliver a just punishment, so in this case no harm no fowl.” He smirked and shrugged, deciding to be nonchalant about the whole situation.

“Really…” Lucifer wasn’t happy with that answer.

“Actually… I do have one concern.” Diavolo admitted, breaking his calm demeanor with a distraught look. “I’m worried about Beel. My actions under the aphrodisiacs were… well… Not appropriate to say the least. He’s probably mad at me.” Concerned lined Diavolo’s brow and Lucifer sighed.

“Due to the circumstances, I doubt that. An honest apology and several boxes of donuts and I’m sure he’ll get over it.” Lucifer assured.

“Boxes of donuts, hmm? It’s quite easy to earn his favor. Ha ha~ I’ll be sure to do that.” Diavolo’s voice trailed off as he looked down at the hand that grasped Beel’s chest. He was remembering the curves of the hungry demon’s body when the sound of a sharp exhale interrupted his train of thought. The prince looked up to see Lucifer averting his gaze with slightly pink cheeks. “Are… you mad at me?”

“Mad at you? For what reason??” His cheeks immediately burned brighter pink.

“Well for getting handsy with your little brother instead of you.” Diavolo teased.

“EXCUSE ME, WHAT?”

“Haha! There’s that scary anger I’ve grown to fear.”

#Obey me #fanfic #diabeel #diavolo #beel #Beelzebub #lucifer #Corny

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psychovigilantewrites · 4 years

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Don’t Call Me That Pt. 3

Word count: 15k+ LMAOOOO

TW: Sex, ptsd, abandonment

A/N: I KNOW I DELAYED MY PUBLICATION!! So i’m very thankful for all your support and patience!!! I will be posting outfit pics after this, heheh. You guys are honestly the best. I love your enthusiasm. Keep it coming!!

Masterlist

Ao3

The deep heat that penetrated your skin and into your muscles was a relief as you rubbed Tiger Balm onto your shoulders and the back of your stiff neck. The mentol of the ointment smelled strong, yet it made you feel relaxed.

Your muscles were feeling tense for a while, largely contributed to the fact that you patrol much more often now that you were done with highschool and was waiting for when University lectures started. Perhaps you could go for a spa or massage. Bruce would definitely pay for your indulgence.

Even though it had been over a year, you were still the relatively new Robin. Such a drastic change in lifestyle wasn’t easy to get used to. The training, the patrols, the constant vigilance, constant analysis. You still felt like it was your first week.

Standing in front of your window, you tried to look for the full moon. But the night was too cloudy, and you sensed a storm was coming soon based on the way the trees outside swayed brutally in the wind. It was three in the morning, and you had returned from patrol.

Jason waited for you like usual outside his room in the Cave, but this time, he didn’t follow you up to your room. It must have been a rough day for him. Dick had told you that Jason went a little bit too hard at the Cave gym that evening, almost injuring himself if Dick hadn’t stepped in to help.

So there you were left alone with your own thoughts that night. You were so used to having Jason in the room with you, that now you felt a bit lonely without him.

You frowned. You thought you had heard footsteps in the distance, but now they were gone. Shrugging to yourself, you concluded that must have been Dick returning to his room for the night.

The door slammed open and you jumped in surprise.

But before you could turn around in response, you felt a pair of arms around your waist, pulling you close to a hard, warm body.

Jason sobbed silently into your back, his forehead resting on your right shoulder. You didn’t ask him why, you didn’t say any words of comfort. Instead, you put your hands over his and squeezed tightly, as tight as how your chest felt.

After fifteen minutes, he finally spoke up.

“I’m sorry,” he choked, “It’s just- it’s been haunting me more these past few days.”

“What has?”

“The nightmares,” he gave a watery reply, “Or- I just can’t stop thinking about it. Even during the day.”

You pursed your lip. “Is it the same one?”

“It always is,” he whispered solemnly, “All the time.”

***

Again, your hair was soaking.

During any other nights of stakeouts in the pouring Gotham rain, you would have complained or wished you brought a shower cap with you. But that night, you were silent.

On the rooftop of a warehouse in the loading bay of Dixon Docks, you and Batman were crouching low near the edges of the roof, using the cement wall that rose to your hips when you were standing as a shield from the two other armed guards on the roof of the building across from yours.

The informant had told Batman that a load of weapons were coming in that night, but he didn’t know what time. So there you were, waiting in the cold wet weather, slowly going into your second hour already.

Anxious and bored, you clipped open your cape and dropped it to the ground for you to sit on. It was drenched and that made it even heavier than it already was.

“Bruce,” you spoke up.

“Batman when we’re in uniform,” he corrected you.

“Right,” you said, “Can I ask you something?”

He nodded, water droplets running down from the sharp tip of his cowled nose.

“Have you ever thought of- of killing Joker?”

The sound of water against concrete provided much cover for your voice, and you weren’t sure if Bruce had answered or not.

“All the time,” he finally did.

“But…?” you prompted.

“But that would be the start of something much worse,” he said solemnly, gazing in the distance.

You waited for him to explain, but he never did.

“What does that mean?” you probed, “I’m not saying all of them, Bruce. Just him.”

“Batman.”

“What?”

“It’s Batman when we’re out.”

You let out a frustrated sigh. “Okay. Batman. Just Joker. Just for what he did. All the things he did.”

He answered you with silence.

“Look, I know your rationale, and I understand it, I really do. A lot of these people, they didn’t ask for this. They didn’t ask to be desperate enough to have to choose to be a criminal. Hell, even Pyg can’t help it. He’s got.. Schizophrenia or something, right? But Joker… He’s got no excuse. The man is plain evil. And he’s better off dead.”

“We don’t know enough about Joker to rule it out as plain evil,” Batman tried to rationalize with you, “And we don’t get to choose who lives and who dies. That’s not our job. That’s not anyone’s job.”

The rain came down hard, and it sounded like white noise as you registered what Batman told you. He was still defending Joker.

“What if I told you I wanted to kill him?” you whispered, so low that if it were anyone else, they wouldn’t be able to catch your words.

“Then I’ll stop you.”

“No,” you tried to keep your voice from breaking, “You wouldn’t. Not if- not if you knew. Not if you truly knew what he did to Jason.”

You saw him clench his jaw, but he left you with no reply.

“I want him dead, Bruce,” you grit, “I want to rip him apart and scrape every single cell in his body against every surface of this planet, Bruce. I want him to feel everything that he did.”

“Robin, for the last time-”

Oh, no. Don’t you dare.

“When we’re on patrol, it’s Bat-”

“I don’t give a fuck!” you yelled, standing up on your feet in anger, forgetting where you were at that moment.

“Robin, down!”

You felt it first before you heard it.

A sharp pain that vibrated through your bones. You felt the pain power through you from your back, just a few inches below your shoulder, and then you fell forward. You tried to break the fall with both your arms, but your right arm couldn’t move, so you fell almost flat on your face into the ground.

And then you heard it, the loud BANG of a gun, Batman yelling something in the distance and then disappearing, more gun shots, and then footsteps rushing towards you.

“Robin,” he said with urgency in his voice, “Are you okay?”

“Can’t- breathe- pain- ow-” you gasped, trying hard to manage with shallow breaths, because every time you inhaled, the pain became more intense.

“We need to get you back. Can you move?”

“I- I think so-” you tried to move your legs, wincing when you moved your upper body. Batman lifted you up by gripping onto your left arm, pulling you to your feet.

“I’ll carry you to the Batmobile,” he stated, “You can’t grapple like this.”

You nodded, shame and guilt burning into you as he lifted you up in a fireman’s carry.

***

“Alfred!” Bruce’s voice boomed loudly in your ear as he carried you out the vehicle, echoing back at you in the Cave.

He rushed you to one side of the cave, where there always was a bed and a very complete first aid kit- that shouldn’t even be called first aid anymore. It was where Alfred would perform emergency medical interventions straight after patrol, and then only after that, the said patient would be moved to the infirmary upstairs in the manor for recuperation.

You were hanging upside down over Bruce’s shoulder, ass jutting out in the air. Honestly, the embarrassment would have been the most painful thing about the whole ordeal if you were used to getting shot like Dick or Bruce was.

From the countless times you saw them injured, you always thought getting shot was no big deal. They handled it well, and then even a week later, they would be back in uniform.

That was miscalculation on your side. It wasn’t that it didn’t hurt, they just got used to the pain.

Because the bullet shoved into your shoulder blade right now hurt like a mother fucker. You knew it didn’t even hit your lung, but you couldn’t breathe because of the pain. You felt lightheaded, and your current position was not helping.

Out of the corner of your eye, though, you saw Jason stand up from his box, rushing to you.

“What the fuck happened?” he demanded.

Bruce put you down gently on the bed, the change in position making you cry out and groan as you sat upright.

“What the hell happened, Bruce?!” Jason yelled.

For the first time ever since getting to know Bruce Wayne, you saw him stunned as he looked at Jason.

“Well?!” he pushed.

Bruce took off his cowl, and set it aside. “She got shot.”

“How?” Jason hissed, “Where?”

“Shoulder blade- I don’t think it’s fatal. You can calm down.”

“Calm- calm down?” Jason’s nose flared in anger. “This happened on your watch, Bruce! Need I remind you what happened the last time something went wrong with a Robin on your watch?!”

Bruce didn’t say anything to that. Instead, he clenched his jaw tight, eyes looking down.

“It- it was my fault,” you panted, “I took off my cape. I practically asked them to shoot at me. Was being stupid.”

“What’s the cape got to do with anything?”

“It- yours- yours wasn’t bulletproof?” you asked out of curiosity. Anything to distract you from the pain.

“No,” Jason grit.

“Oh my- what happened?” Alfred finally arrived, immediately opening the first aid kit that was the size of a goddamn cabin suitcase.

“BW to right scapula,” Bruce turned from Jason to assist Alfred, “.22 calibre.”

Alfred sighed in relief. “Very well. We are well stocked on Lidocaine, so this won’t hurt.”

“Okay,” you squeaked

Using a special pair of scissors, Alfred cut through the back of your uniform to expose the injured area.

“Why were you being stupid?” Jason walked over to stand in front of you.

“I just- we- we got into an argument,” you avoided eye contact and played with your thumbs.

“What about?”

“No- argh!” you felt a burn in your back. “A little warning next time, Alfred. It’s my first bullet wound, you know.”

“My apologies, Miss.”

Jason raised his eyebrows at you, waiting for an answer.

You locked eyes with Bruce for a moment, who was hovering behind Jason.

“Nothing. It was stupid. Something about my cape and how it was too cold,” you lied.

Jason stared deep into your eyes intensely.

He definitely was not convinced.

“I will be injecting the anesthesia now. It will hurt for a moment or so.”

“Okay, Alfred.”

“Take deep breath… Hold.”

“Hnng,” you whimpered as you felt another sharp pain.

Jason let out a heavy breath, and muttered, “Jesus.”

“We shall wait for a few minutes for the anesthesia to start its effects before I attempt to extract the bullet.”

“Sit next to me, Jay,” you smiled, patting the space next to you.

“I’m fine where I am,” he huffed, crossing his arms. Then, his eyes softened, “If it makes you feel better, I’ve survived worse. You’ll… Get through this.”

“Is that an attempt to comfort me?” you laughed.

“Maybe,” he frowned.

“Well, I’m all good. Anesthesia is kicking in. I don’t feel it much anymore,” you told him.

“Good,” he gave you a stiff nod, “You shouldn’t have to feel any sort of pain. No one should.”

His eyes fluttered away from yours as your heart sank.

Bruce pursed his lips in hesitation before he attempted to say anything. “Jason…”

“Only she gets to call me that,” his snapped at Bruce.

You felt a little bad, but at the same time you couldn’t help but a feel a little happy the way you were the special one.

“Okay, son. I’m sorry,” Bruce said softly, “For… For everything.”

“I don’t care about that anymore,” Jason choked.

“I should have been better,” Bruce continued, “God, I should have done more.”

“I said I don’t care anymore,” Jason grit, “But I swear, Bruce, I will murder you if you let another one of us slip through your fingers again.”

“I assure you, you wouldn’t have to. I would… myself...” Bruce sighed, “But duly noted. I’m sorry.”

This time, the apology was directed to you.

“No,” you shook your head, “It was my fault. I kept… I kept accidentally saying your name, and I was emotional… I’m just a newbie, Bruce. It’s not your fault. I acted rashly.”

“You did,” Bruce agreed, “Which is why I’m taking away your patrol privileges. Only twice a week now until I think you’re ready again for more responsibility.”

“Twice a week?” you groaned, “I mean I understand, but even when I was starting out it was three times!”

“Yes, you have been demoted,” Bruce smirked. He fucking smirked, “For calling me by name in the field three times, and sabotaging a mission. Now there are dozens of illegal and untraceable weapons in Gotham’s black market. Or do you not think this is an adequate disciplinary action?”

“It’s adequate,” you grumbled.

“No more taking off capes during patrol,” he added, “Even during storms.”

“Well, maybe you could make it lighter or waterproof then,” you retorted.

“I will see to it,” he nodded, “That is all. Let me know the damage, Alfred.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I used to get way worse,” Jason muttered when Bruce walked away.

“Ah, yes,” Alfred chimed in, getting started on extracting the bullet lodged in your back. “I remember many arguments. And broken china.”

“You broke things?” you chuckled at Jason.

“Yeah,” the corner of his lips twitched upwards, though it was tough to tell whether he was actually smiling, or it was because of the scar that twisted his lips upwards.

“Actually,” Alfred interrupted, “Master Bruce would also break things. When you’re gone, that is.”

“Did he?” Jason blinked in surprise.

“Oh, yes,” Alfred hummed, “You created much ruckus in the household, Master.”

You didn’t miss how Alfred too avoided his name.

“Bruce has always been nice to me,” you defended.

“Maybe because you never caused trouble,” Jason said, “Not the way I did.”

You now felt Alfred digging into your back. It was an odd sensation, but at least you didn’t feel pain.

“He still very much loves you despite it all,” Alfred said quietly.

Jason didn’t reply to that, and now an uncomfortable silence hung over the three of you.

“Hey, at least now we all got matching scars, huh?” you grinned, trying to break the tension. “I’m pretty sure each and every one of us has a gunshot wound. Or two. Or three. Or-”

“I have more than just gunshot wounds,” Jason stated.

“Yes, yes, torture and all that,” you waved your hand in dismissal, earning a small chuckle from Jason. “But really, though. It’s like a right of passage for us vigilantes, huh? It’s like I’m finally official now. Do you have one, Alfred?”

“More than one,” he informed you.

“Wokay, buddy, it’s not a competition,” you rolled your eyes, “Talk about a cut throat.”

“You’re really irritating,” Jason commented.

“But you love me anyway,” you grinned. “Do you love me, Alfred?”

“I suppose I have no choice but to say yes, Miss,” Alfred retorted.

“Aww, don’t be like that.”

“It’s finished,” Alfred announced. “Bullet has been extracted, and your wound sutured.”

“That was fast.”

“The bullet is in one piece,” he said, “Would you like me to make a necklace from it? That’s what Master Dick did with his first.”

“Hell yeah!” you looked at Jason, “What did you do with yours?”

“I dug it out and threw it back at my dad,” he monotoned.

“Wait… what?” your smile fell. You knew his dad was a criminal who went to prison, but you didn’t know anything about their relationship.

A rustle of plastic. Alfred kept himself busy.

“Just get some rest,” Jason sighed. He reached out to tuck your hair behind your ear. “Don’t strain yourself.”

His hand lingered there on your cheek, going downwards to tilt your head up, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“I don’t like the idea of you getting shot at,” he whispered.

“You and I both,” you snickered.

“I’m serious,” he frowned, “Be more careful. You’re too much of an idiot.”

“Okay, I will,” you smiled. It was nice to see that he cared. That he showed he cared.

“You get the bed all to yourself tonight. You’ll want the space,” he informed you, dropping his hand.

“I don’t mind if you-”

“Sleep facing down, keep a glass of water close,” he interrupted, walking away to his cube. “Goodnight.”

He closed his door.

You waited for a second, thinking of what Jason had said earlier.

“I take it his relationship with his dad was not good?” you asked Alfred.

“I’m afraid not.”

“Jesus,” you let out a breath, “He’s been through so much, hasn’t he? Guy can’t catch a break.”

“Indeed,” Alfred agreed. “It would be nice for him to be at peace. Perhaps, for once in his life.”

***

“There’s a stack of pancakes, amazingly greasy bacon, berries, cream, butter, maple syrup, waffles- and you’re eating cereal?” you judged.

“Why, my naive sister, don’t you know?” Dick replied, “I need to stick with my reputation, for I am the known cereal killer.”

“That joke has lost its charm after the first thousand times it’s been said, tweeted, and shared online,” you brandished your fork at him.

Dick was over at the manor that Saturday morning, two days after your injury. He had arrived the night before to visit and congratulate you on your first gunshot wound. As expected, he had tried to hug you. But Jason was there, and when Dick rushed towards you, he had stuck out his leg and tripped him over.

“She’s still in pain, you idiot,” Jason had snorted before descending back downstairs to hide away in his box.

Dick on the other hand, had looked up at you from the floor- despite how he obviously should have dodged or maneuvered- with tears in his eyes. “That was the longest thing he had ever said to me.”

Rolling your eyes, you had helped Dick back up.

“I started it!” Dick shouted at you, “No one believes me! I updated my facebook status all those years ago, some reporter reported it, and then suddenly everyone was tweeting it as if they made it up themselves.”

“I’m sorry, Dick, but that’s just not true,” you shook your head. Dick had been trying to convince you he was the trend setter for a lot of things in the past.

“I’m so disappointed in your lack of faith in me. I swear, man, I-”

Dick broke off and looked behind you.

Turning around, you saw Jason standing there with a hand in his hair. “Room for one more?”

“Of course,” Bruce said first, “I’ll have Alfred get you-”

“No, I’m on it,” Dick scrambled to his feet and dashed to the kitchen.

Jason pulled up a chair next to you. His movements were stiff. He was obviously nervous to be joining everyone for breakfast.

“Here,” Dick passed a plate and utensils to him.

“Thanks,” Jason muttered.

“No problem,” he grinned wide, like a kid getting his head pat after winning a trophy.

Jason stacked pancakes and bacon and everything else on his plate.

“What?” he grunted at you.

“Yo- you- you planning to finish all that?” you gaped.

“This?” he looked at his plate, “Yes. And then I’m gonna go for seconds.”

“Okay,” you laughed disbelievingly.

You, Dick, and Bruce made very brief eye contact with each other, and then smiled into your respective plates and continued to eat.

“Uh, Bruce?” Jason spoke up.

“Yes?”

“Can I… Can I move back into my old room?” he asked.

Bruce blinked once. “Yes. Of course. When would you like to move in?”

“As soon as we finish here, I can get my stuff from downstairs,” he informed Bruce.

“The room hasn’t been… cleaned,” Bruce said, “I can ask Alfred to prepare it for you. I left it… the way you left it.”

You only went into Jason’s old room once, out of curiosity. It was the first month you were there. After Alfred found out, he had strongly advised you to keep out because Bruce wanted to preserve it the way Jason had left it, all those years ago.

Out of respect, you stayed out of Jason’s old room and never went back in again after that.

“Then it’s fine,” Jason insisted, “I’ll change the sheets myself.”

“It’s probably dusty,” Bruce pointed out.

“I’ve had worse,” Jason shrugged.

“Indeed,” the older man nodded, “Alright. Let me know if you need anything.”

Silence again. But after ten minutes, Bruce asked, “Does this mean you will be sleeping in your own room instead of…”

Bruce glanced at you.

That was surprising, coming from Bruce. He usually would never ask about things that weren't his business. The fact that he did must have meant that he was either really curious, or he strongly opposed it.

“Bruce,” you hushed.

“Why?” Jason smirked now, though there was no humor in his eyes, his mouth twisting upwards into a distorted smile. “You worried about your little princess sleeping with the mentally fucked up son?”

“No,” Bruce stated, “I just realised that I never got around to having the talk with either of you. I was wondering if I should.”

“Bruce!” you gasped, cheeks heating up. “Come on!”

“You don’t have to worry about anything,” Jason grit, stabbing his pancake with his fork almost too violently, “Joker fucked me up in more ways than one.”

Silence. Longer than it should have been.

“What do you mean by that?”

Dick was the one to break it, his soft warm voice attempting to coax and comfort.

You glanced at Bruce. On the surface, it seemed that he was showing no reaction, but you saw the way he gripped his knife, his knuckles white.

“It doesn’t matter,” Jason scowled.

Bruce rose from his chair, more robotic than usual. “Just… tell me if you need anything. I’ll be at the computers.”

He left with an odd expression on his face.

***

“Tired of walking up the stairs to come see me?” you teased, leaning against the door to Jason’s room.

He was wiping his bedside table with a piece of wet cloth when he glared at you.

“I came in here once,” you told him, looking at the books aligned neatly on the shelves, the photos he had arranged on his desk. His laptop opened but not switched on, with a stack of papers next to it weighed down by Bruce’s fountain pen he probably stole. “Then never again when I found out that Bruce was kind of anal about people coming in here.”

You remembered that the bed was made, and that the sheets were blue. Now they were maroon.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? Oh, forgive Bruce. He was suffering the whole time, too,” he mocked.

“Dickhead,” you retorted, “No. I just noticed that you must have had your laptop on the last time I was in here. I was wondering what you were doing when Alfred came in and told me to get out.”

“Hmm,” he frowned, looking towards his desk, “I don’t remember what I was doing on it. Maybe my essay?”

A smile crept on your lips. You walked over to the desk. “Switch it on,” you grinned.

He narrowed his eyes and came over. It took a minute for the laptop to show the homescreen. The icon was a picture of him from when you assumed to be two years ago , with Dick next to him. Both grinning at the camera.

His smile was different back then. So were his eyes.

“Huh,” you observed, “It was on sleep this whole time? Charging? The battery’s gotta be destroyed by now.”

Jason quickly typed in his password, and then logged in.

The screen showed exactly what Jason had been up to on his laptop two years ago. He slammed it shut, but not before you got a glimpse of the screen.

Porn. Jason was watching porn.

A kinky video too, now that you were thinking about it.

You laughed out loud. His eyes were wide in horror, and- holy shit. He was blushing! His ears went red, and a tint of pink appeared on his cheeks.

“Shut up,” he scowled, looking away embarrassed.

That made you double up and laugh even louder.

“I was sixteen, come on,” he groaned, “Every sixteen year old was horny.”

“No- it’s - it’s not that,” you gasped for air, tears in your eyes, “All this while- all this while, I’ve been so fucking curious. And now I know- it was- it was on PornHub. Jason! Your laptop was on PornHub for two whole years!”

You continued your fit of giggles, before- “Ah! Ow, ow,” you suddenly winced. The injury on your back was pulsating pain while you laughed hard.

“Are you okay?” Jason rushed to your side, panic in his eyes. “What’s wrong? Tell me!”

“I’m fine, Jesus, calm down,” you straightened up and took deep breaths, “It hurt when I laughed, that’s all.”

“You shouldn’t strain yourself,” he worried.

“I’m okay, Jason,” you rolled your eyes, “It’s no big deal.”

His eyes searched your face for any hints of pain, and then he sighed. “I… Came back up here so I can be closer to you… Just- just in case.”

“Just in case of what?” you frowned.

“If anything happened to you,” he muttered, looking away again.

“What’s going to happen to me up here?” you asked, “It’s perfectly safe.”

“I don’t know… What if you.. Fal in the shower or something,” he huffed, crossing his arms.

“Fall in the- Jason, I’m not a grandma!” you chuckled, “I’m Robin. Trained vigilante. I can handle myself in my own home.”

“I was a trained vigilante too, and look where that got me,” he grit.

You didn’t know how to answer that.

“Look,” he sighed, “I just. You got shot. If you had moved a couple of inches to the right, the bullet would have hit your spine. I kept on thinking about that, that’s all.”

“I get it,” you nodded. He was thinking about you dying.

You couldn’t blame him. Death and pain seemed to follow him everywhere. It was probably the only thing on his mind.

“But you don’t have to worry, okay?” you added, “I’ll be careful. Promise. Plus, now that Bruce is limiting my patrols, I get to spend more time with you at night! And I won’t be so tired in the morning. What do you say, you wanna go out later? Maybe somewhere aside from the park?”

“I, uh, I’m actually following Alfred to the grocery store later,” he said, “He says I should pick out ingredients since I eat the most in the house. It’d be easier for him to plan my meals if I were there for him to ask as well.”

“Oh!” your eyes widen in surprise. “That’s great, then.”

You grinned widely. Now that he’s going out with Alfred, it was also one step closer to him going out alone.

“Yeah,I guess,” he shrugged, “I’m just gonna clear out a few more shit from here.”

“You mean delete your browsing history?” you teased.

“What for?” he snickered, “Not like you’re coming anywhere close to my computer.”

“And even if I did, I wouldn’t judge. Much,” you winked. “I need to change my bandages. See ya.”

You found yourself worrying less and less about Jason lately, and he found himself worrying about you more and more.

Despite being more independent now, he had started to get clingy.

At first, you would have thought that Jason Todd and ‘clingy’ were two things that would never coexist together. On the contrary, ever since your injury, he wouldn’t leave your side unless it was to go out with Alfred.

You stayed home for the next two weeks for recuperation, and it was basically two weeks of Jason. You woke up, he was there next to you. You ate, he was there finishing your food. You watched TV, he was there fighting for the remote control.

But when you finally did heal and got to go out for patrol- that was the worst.

“He has been anxious the whole night,” Alfred had whispered to you once you came back. Jason had approached you with a serious look on his face, examined you up and down, nodded, and then went back upstairs.

“Hurry up, I’m sleepy,” he had grumbled, leaving you in shock.

You would have been annoyed if it wasn’t for the fact that it was Jason and he showed that he cared enough about you to be worried. So you were actually quite pleased.

So with all the clinginess and worries and occasional outings with either you or Alfred, you weren’t ready for when he suddenly disappeared while you were sending out some emails to the Gotham University staff.

“Uh, have you seen Jason?” you walked up to Bruce who was down at the Cave computers.

“No,” he frowned, “He doesn’t come down here much after he moved upstairs unless he’s waiting for you. Has Alfred not seen him?”

“I haven’t asked, but he wasn’t in his room, or mine, or the gym, or the kitchen either,” you bit your lip anxiously, “I texted him but he hasn’t replied. I’ll go find Alfred and ask.”

“Let me know.”

You found Alfred in the study, taking and dusting books to give to Jason.

“I’m afraid not, my dear,” he answered your question, “The last time I saw him was during breakfast. I have been up here since.”

“Shit, I can’t find him,” you started to panic.

“I’m sure he is fine,” Alfred tried to reassure you, “He’s been much better lately. He knows how to take care of himself.”

“I’ll call him or something,” you worried, going down to wait in the living room.

He never picked up, so you waited there anxiously for the next two hours, barely paying attention to whatever documentary that was playing.

Then at around five, he came waltzing in from the front door, fucking whistling a low tune.

“Jason!” you stood up.

“Hey,” he greeted you casually. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s- what’s wrong?” you repeated, “You just disappeared. For hours. You didn’t answer my texts or calls. Where were you?”

“Out,” he told you.

“O-out?” you asked, “Like, alone?”

“Yeah?” he frowned, “What’s the big deal?”

“Nothing, I just- I was just wondering where you were,” you breathed and sat back down, “Where did you go?”

“Nowhere interesting,” he shrugged, taking a seat next to you on the sofa, “The park at first. Then the grocery store. Then I parked somewhere and walked around Central Gotham.”

“You drove?” your eyes widen.

“Yeah, your car,” he grinned, “Didn’t think you’d mind.”

“I don’t,” you smiled, “How was it? Your day out?”

“Fine,” he simply said, “No big deal.”

He said that and tried to look modest, but you could see from his expression that he was pretty proud of himself. You had learned how to read his emotions better, and that was definitely a genuine, non-sarcastic, non-mocking smile he had on.

“No big deal, huh?” you chuckled.

“Yeah,” he smirked at you. “Why? Were you worried?”

“No way,” you rolled your eyes, “Why would I be?”

He narrowed his eyes and took out his phone. “Nineteen missed calls. Six text messages. ‘Jason, where are you?’ ‘Jason, I’m serious.’ ‘Why aren’t you picking up your phone? Are you in trouble?’ ‘Please call me back, I’m worried.’ ‘Don’t be an asshole and pick up you massive prick.’ And last but not least- I think this one is the best, by the way. Just ‘Dickhead.’”

“Well, why didn’t you pick up? Or text me back?” you demanded.

“Had it on silent. Didn’t want any distractions,” he pocketed his phone, “Wasn’t worried, huh?”

“Shut up,” you huffed, “I thought you… Left or something.”

“Left?” he frowned.

“Yeah, I thought you packed your bags and left us,” you looked away.

“Why would I do that?” he asked.

You simply shrugged.

“I’m not going to leave you,” you heard him softly say, “Not anytime soon, anyway.”

“Good,” you huffed, “Because I’d be super pissed off.”

“And I wouldn’t want to get on your bad side, huh?” he nudged you lightly, “Or I’d lose sponge bath privileges.”

“God, that was one time, and it was because you stank!” you groaned, “Never again.”

“Never?”

“Ever.”

You looked into his eyes then, twinkling playfully at you.

“What if I got sick?” he smirked, “Or shot? And I couldn’t get to the shower? And I started to stink so bad you wouldn’t want to stay next to me?”

“Then Alfred can give you your sponge bath,” you rolled your eyes.

“But what if I want it to be you?” he breathed, his voice a mere whisper.

“Then,” you leaned in closer, “I’d make you beg for it.”

He chuckled and left it at that.

***

The soft sheets wrapped around your almost bare legs, gently caressing your smooth skin. Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness already, since you’ve been laying in bed for about half an hour, staring at the ceiling.

“Has Gotham always been so bright?” Jason grumbled from next to you.

“What do you mean?”

“The city. It was so bright,” he complained.

“No, Gotham is gloomy, Jason. It’s a whole Gotham thing. Gloomy, rainy, cloudy, shithole,” you went on, “Streets are sticky for some reason. And then there’s always that weird smell going on. You ever notice that smell?”

“Seemed bright to me,” he ignored your question.

“That’s,” you turned on your side to face him. You could see the silhouette of his side profile looking upwards. The bump at his crooked nose bridge, the dip of his deep set eyes, even the length of his thick eyelashes. “Because you have been cooped up in the house for too long.”

“I’ve been out with you,” he mumbled, turning to face you as well. “To the park. The grocery store. It’s just the city. Seemed brighter.”

“Maybe because you’re looking at it from a new point of view?” you guessed, “Changed person and all, yada yada.”

“Maybe,” he snorted, “Doubt it. But whatever. It’s not important.”

From the new position, you were now closer to him. You could feel the slight brushes of his skin against yours whenever he took a breath.

“You don’t always have to dismiss something,” you told him softly, “Just because you can’t find the answer, doesn’t mean it’s not important.”

“Who the hell cares if Gotham is brighter or not?” he argued, “It doesn’t affect anyone. Not even me.”

“The questions you ask say a lot about the type of person you are,” you reasoned.

“And?” he breathed, “What type of person am I?”

You bit your lip when you saw his eyes flutter to your lips for just a second. “Perceptive. Introspective. Kind of an asshole, but that’s okay.”

He let out a breathy laugh that fanned warm breath across your face. Taking a deep breath, you sighed as you looked back at him, for no reason at all. You looked down at his lips for just a second and noticed it was ever so slightly parted. Relaxed.

“If you kiss me, I’ll bite your tongue off,” he stated.

You blinked. And then burst into a fit of giggles. “What makes you think I was going to kiss you?”

“You had that look in your eye,” he smirked, “The one that says that you wanted to kiss me. Don’t. I’m not joking. I’ll bite your tongue off.”

“You’re such a scary man, Jason,” you smiled at him endearingly.

“Really? I thought I had charm.”

“Charming people don’t say that they’re going to bite someone’s tongue off,” you laughed, “Dick would never do that.”

“Dick,” he snorted, “What does he know?”

“He knows not to say something like that to someone,” you grinned.

“But you kind of like it when I threaten you,” he pointed out.

“What? Since when?”

“Sweetheart, I technically choked you,” he reminded you, “I keep on saying that I’ll kill you over the smallest things. It’s either you’re dumb or kinky. I think I know which you’d rather be.”

“I’m not dumb, but the kinky one here is definitely you,” you insisted, “I saw the title of that video, Jason. Girl gets-”

“Stop,” he interjected you, “Don’t even. Ever.”

“My point exactly,” you grinned proudly at your win. “You’re the one with the kinky porn videos. You’re the one with the boner almost every night.”

“Can you blame me,” he groaned, “I’m a sexually frustrated eighteen year old who can’t bring himself to come. Give me a break.”

“You’re dragging me down with you,” you whined, “You think I’m not hormonal, too? I’m at the peak of my hormonal mess and my monthly cycles don’t help either.”

He let out a long sigh. “You can kick me out any time you want, you know. I won’t threaten you. Much.”

“I don’t mind you sleeping here,” you told him honestly, “I mean, it’s got its pros and cons. Cons like getting me all hot and bothered is the same category as you taking up all the space and stealing the covers.”

“And the pros?”

“You get to sleep peacefully,” you shrugged.

“But there’s nothing in it for you.”

I get to sleep next to you. I get to feel your arms around me.

You didn’t say that out loud. You were open with him, but not that open.

Instead, you turned around to face your back towards him. “I like cuddles. I used to cuddle with Dick when I was the one who had nightmares. So just shut up and cuddle me.”

The bed shifted, and you heard rustling, then Jason’s arm snaked around your waist and pulled you closer, flushed against his front.

“Jesus- Jason!” you whined.

“I told you, I can’t help it!” he defended himself.

You squirmed against him, unintentionally grinding your ass against his crotch, boner poking directly into your flesh.

“Hnng. Fuck. Stop moving so much, you’re making it worse.”

The sound he made and the ‘fuck’ he dropped sent shooting heat directly to your core.

Fucking hormones.

“You fucking stop sounding like that,” you shot back at him.

“What? Sounding like what?”

“All moany and breathy and- and swearing and shit.”

“What? Breathy?” he breathed.

“Yes, like you ran a fucking mile,” you said. “You’re panting like crazy, Jason.”

“So are you.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Am- fuck you,” you groaned, pushing back against him in reflex.

His grip on your waist tightened, but he chuckled. “If only.”

“Shut up,” you panted. “Ugh. This is literally peak horny teen phase.”

“Dry humping? Definitely. Just- just stop for a sec, Jesus.”

Your heavy breaths filled the dark and silent room. But only for a few seconds.

“Okay- I’m sorry- I can’t,” you sat up.

“Where are you going?”

“To the bathroom to… Relieve myself,” you winced at how bad that sounded.

“Like, to pee? Or..?”

“To fucking come, Jesus Christ,” you pressed the top of your nose bridge. “You may be able to hold it in, but I can’t.”

“Stay,” he instructed, catching your wrist.

“I said I can’t hold it in, you piece o-”

“Then don’t. Make yourself come. But do it here.”

You opened your mouth to argue, then closed it back, looking at him perplexed. “Like… The other day?”

He considered it for a second. “No. Not like the other day.”

“Then what?”

Propping himself up on his elbows, he gave you a mischievous grin. “I’ll drag the chair to face the bed and watch you.”

You immediately felt yourself blush, though the heat also went to your belly. “W-what? No way. That’s too embarrassing.”

“Nothing I haven’t seen,” he shrugged.

“You haven’t seen my… That,” you winced.

“That?” he smirked.

“Yes, that,” you repeated, “You haven’t seen it, and it’s embarrassing if you watched.”

“Sure, I haven’t seen yours,�� he went on, “But a pussy is still a pussy, sweetheart. Not that I wouldn’t think yours is special- I’m sure it is.”

You pursed your lips, thoughts running quickly through your mind. On one hand, it was the first time you would bare yourself to someone else and you were nervous and shy about it. On the other hand, the thought of Jason watching you get yourself off was hot as fuck.

“Fine,” you conceded, horniness taking over your shyness, “But on one condition.”

“And what’s that?” he whispered, sitting up and leaning in closer to you.

“You gotta take out your dick and show it to me too,” you grinned.

“That,” he got off the bed and walked across the room to pull a chair from your desk, “I can do.”

He switched on the lamp on your desk, illuminating the room dimly with warm light and positioned the chair to face the foot of your bed and sat down, grinning so unbelievably wide for his standards that you were sure his cheeks would start to hurt soon.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he pulled down his sweatpants to his knees, revealing his cock with a small slap on his pubic bone- erect, thick, long, hard, and judging from the way the light from the little light of the desk lamp reflected on it, wet at the tip with precum.

Your jaw dropped at the sight of him smirking away, leaning comfortably back into your chair, legs now slightly parted. Shirtless Jason was something you had trouble getting used to, your imagination running wild whenever you saw him in that state.

But your view of him right now? You made sure to burn it into your mind because that would be your permanent spank bank material.

How you wished you could ask if you could take a picture.

“I know I’m a sight, sweetheart,” he chuckled, “But you’re the one who said that you couldn’t hold it in anymore.”

He was right. Since Jason took off his pants, you were already dizzy with heat that spread from your core.

“Jesus, Jason,” you breathed, hand cupping your own cunt and grinding it to relieve some pressure. “You’re insanely- just- Jesus.

He smiled at you softly, his hands both on each respective arm rest, not touching himself at all. “You don’t have to take off anything if you don’t want to. You can just do it under the sheets if you want.”

“Hell no, you changed my mind,” you shook your head, proceeding to take off your sleeping shorts, “Now I’m just horny as fuck, I don’t care anymore.”

You threw your shorts to the floor and leaned back onto some propped pillows. Spreading your legs slowly, you welcomed the cold air that brushed softly against your folds.

“Holy shit,” you heard him gasp.

And then out of nowhere, you started to get nervous again. Your hands went between your legs and hid your pussy from his view.

Jason must have noticed your change in body language, because he sat up straight and tried to reassure you again. “I know it’s your first time showing yourself to someone- hell, it’s mine too. But you don’t have to worry. You’ve already seen me at my worst. I have way more reason to be embarrassed than you do. And right now you’re showing your best to me. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and what do you know? You felt yourself easing back into the mood again.

“O-okay,” you nodded, and then slowly spread your legs wider, removing your hands from obstructing his view.

You noticed him lean forward, his heavy breaths audible to you in the silence of the room. With much more confidence than before, you started to slowly circle your clit, breathing out a small moan.

“Fuck,” you heard him breathe.

You were wet, wetter than you thought you would be, and Jason cursing while watching you touch yourself did wonders to your body.

Increasing the pace to one you were most used to, you let out another moan, louder than before.

“Shit, sweetheart,” he gasped, “I can see how wet you are from here.”

“It’s your fault,” you whined, “You made me like this.”

“Well, you made me like this,” he groaned, gesturing to his raging erection. It was twitching against his lower stomach, leaving a trail of wetness on his skin as it oozed precum.

“Jason,” you purred, slipping a finger inside of you while you rubbed on your clit.

“Fucking- hnng-”

Glancing back at him, you saw the way he gripped the arm rest, knuckles white, muscles taut. He looked like he was being tortured.

You let out a laugh.

“What?” he angrily bit at you.

“You look like you’re in pain,” you giggled, fingers still working at your cunt.

“I am,” he grit, “My cock wants to be touched so bad, it hurts. You make my cock hurt, sweetheart.”

“Oh,” your eyes fluttered close at the sudden spark. You really did like it when he talked dirty to you.

“I swear I’ve never been so hard in my life,” he groaned, “You make me so hard, baby.”

Baby.

He had never called you that before, but you didn’t want it to be the first and last time.

It wasn’t like his ‘sweetheart’, where he would call you that even in front of Alfred or Dick or Bruce. It wasn’t an innocent nickname or term of endearment that he threw around just for the sake of it.

It was the way it just naturally came to him as the word rolled off his tongue, the way his voice husky and laced with lust made it sound dirty, a secret that just both of you shared.

It was the way he breathed it out, the way he almost stuttered when he pronounced the consonants, the way it was a mix of a small whine and a groan.

It was enough to drive you to the edge of your climax.

“Jason,” you let out a breathy whisper so soft you didn’t know if he heard it.

“You want to come don’t you, baby?” he coaxed you, “I’m not going to come, so you better come for me in my place, sweetheart.”

“Jason.”

“Yeah, that’s it. Come for me hard. Come on, baby. Come for me.”

The finger that you had fucking your own cunt was dripping wet as you fucked yourself harder, as you rubbed yourself faster, as you watched the way Jason bit his lip hard enough to draw blood while he watched you with hooded eyes, cock twitching and begging for attention that he wouldn’t give.

His eyes locked with your own.

“Come for me, baby.”

And you did. Your breaths stuttering, your mouth opened in a silent scream, your toes curling at the white hot sensations that spread from them to the rest of your body as your pussy clenched and fluttered over your single finger.

“Holy fuck-”

“Fuck,” you panted, a wave of fatigue crashed over you as you came down from your high.

You looked over at Jason, and to your surprise, he had his head in his hands, his elbows on his knee. Silent, but obviously filled with tension.

“Jason, are you okay?” you voiced your concern.

“Yeah- just- give me a minute,” he answered with a strained voice.

Watching Jason with worry, you saw the way his hands were also fisting and tugging slightly at his hair.

“Jason-”

He got up and pulled up his pants, and then walked to the door.

“Where are you going?”

“To get a glass of ice cold water to stick my dick in,” he snapped, “Fucking hell, sweetheart. You’re going to fucking kill me.”

***

There were a number of scenarios that you felt were so ridiculous, you didn't think it would actually happen in real life- until it did.

One of them was the fact that you got adopted by billionaire Bruce Wayne, whom you later found out was the Batman himself- accurately confirming the online conspiracy theories you had laughed at on Reddit at four in the morning- and then you becoming Robin. It was so utterly ridiculous, that even then you were questioning whether or not it was all a dream and you were going to wake up in your bed that had springs poking into your back and sheets that were definitely infested with dust mites.

Another scenario was the current president becoming president in the first place- which was a shock to everyone else as much as it was to you at the time.

Which brought you to the current scenario you never thought would happen. In fact, it was so random that the thought itself never even crossed your mind.

Jason Todd sitting across the dining table from you with a murderous glare in his eyes, holding a plate of red velvet cake, wearing a bright pink glittery party hat that only slightly ruffled his gelled hair, a sequined pink tank top that oddly suited his physique and bright pink eyeshadow that brought out the blue in his eyes. His stare was directed to both you, and Alex who was sitting next to you.

How did you get there?

It wasn’t a party party, but more like you inviting your three friends over to the Manor in celebration of your birthday. Natalie had chosen a theme which she demanded everyone follow.

You were just finished setting the table with Dick when you heard a voice from behind you.

“Am I invited?”

Turning around, you saw Jason with his arms crossed and an eyebrow cocked up.

“Well, yes,” you blinked, “Of course. I just didn’t think you’d want to be downstairs with strangers around. I’m sorry, I should have asked anyway. I didn’t want to put you on the spot.”

“It’s fine,” he rolled his eyes, “How many people are coming anyway?”

“Just my three friends.”

“I can handle three people.”

“But can you handle pink?” Dick interrupted, grinning mischievously.

“What?”

“We have a theme, Jason,” you laughed, “You have to wear pink.”

Dick himself was sporting a tight baby pink t-shirt that had the words MY ASS IS TIGHTER THAN THIS SHIRT in black, bold, capital letters. He paired it with fuschia pink shorts that did in fact make his ass look tighter than the t-shirt.

“I don’t have anything pink,” he frowned.

You looked at Dick just as Dick looked at you.

“Fuck, I know that look,” Jason started to shake his his head, “No. No way.”

“I was in between outfits, so I brought them both,” Dick started to chat excitedly, “Let me go and grab it.”

“I don’t want to wear anything you think is nice, Grayson!” Jason yelled at him when he rushed to his room.

“Oh, his style isn’t that bad,” you defended Dick.

“Sweetheart, you weren’t around to see that God awful Nightwing suit with the frills,” Jason shot back at you.

“Hey, I was just discovering myself then,” Dick came back, “Here.”

He threw something at Jason.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No way in hell.”

“Jason, you have to!” you whined and pouted at him, “Please? It’s my birthday.”

“Fucking- fine!”

And that was how you convinced Jason to put on Dick’s pink sequined tank top. The party hat and eyeshadow came next. You learned something pivotal that night.

Jason couldn’t resist it when you pouted and batted your eyelashes at him.

The doorbell rang, saving you from the argument Dick and Jason were having.

“I think the pink eyeshadow brings out the blue in your eyes-”

“Your eyes are blue, too, dumbfuck!” Jason was yelling, “Why aren’t you wearing any?”

“I’m already too pink! You’re wearing black pants- you can handle a little more.”

“I swear to God, I’m gonna-”

“We need to take a picture-”

“I will fucking murder-”

“Hey guys!” you opened the door to reveal your three pink and sparkly friends.

“Babe, you look so amazing!” Natalie squealed, “See, I knew pink was your color!”

“Pink is everyone’s color, Nat,” Sarah interjected, “But I agree, you do look good in that.”

“You guys didn’t compliment me that much when you saw me,” Alex grumbled, nudging you aside to enter without waiting for an invitation.

“Because she slays, and you don’t, Alex!” Natalie followed suit.

“I worked hard on this outfit!” Alex argued back.

You closed the door behind Sarah as your friends made their way into your home towards the living room. They have been there countless times, already familiar with your family.

“Hello there, Dick,” you heard Natalie purr.

Sarah, Alex and you rolled your eyes.

“Nice to see you again, kid,” Dick chuckled.

“Oh come on, Dick!” Natalie whined, “Stop calling me that. I’m not a-”

“Good evening Mr. Wayne,” Alex cleared his throat at Bruce’s arrival, going in for a handshake.

“It’s Bruce, lad,” Bruce smiled warmly.

You didn’t have any inappropriate thoughts for your adoptive father, but he looked good in pink.

“Thanks for having us, Bruce,” Sarah shook his hand as well.

“Yes, Bruce, thank you for- oh, hello there.”

Jason had just walked in from the kitchen, pouting and blushing over how he looked, but was caught unaware at Natalie’s greeting.

“And who are you?” she grinned, throwing a knowing look at you.

“Ah, this is my cousin’s son,” Bruce said, “He’s been staying with us for a while.”

“Jason,” Jason fucking smiled charmingly at Natalie.

Expecting the worst, you were impressed by how relaxed and at ease he looked. Shaking your head to yourself, you thought about how truly skilled and trained Jason was to be able to blend in when he tried.

“Oh,” Alex gave a sound of recognition, “So you’re Jason.”

You were also expecting Jason to throw punches the moment his name left Alex’s lips, but he only narrowed his eyes at Alex. “You.”

“Am I missing something?” Sarah asked.

Alex was grinning, and you recognized that grin. It was the grin he made whenever he was up to no good.

Oh, god.

And surely enough, he threw his arms around your shoulders and brought you closer to his side.

“You’re the one I sent that selfie to,” Alex chuckled, “You should thank me. She would never have sent you a picture of herself half naked otherwise.”

“I don’t need a picture of her half naked when I’ve seen everything in real life.”

In the distance, you heard Dick spat out a drink you didn’t realise he had.

“Okay, I think dinner is ready,” you quickly interjected, prying yourself from Alex’s grip, paying close attention to the way Jason clenched his jaw.

You settled to sit down at the dining table, Sarah taking a seat next to you, Natalie taking a seat next to Dick. The other seat beside you was empty- until Alex rushed to sit down, beating Jason by a beat, who ended up sitting across from you in between Natalie and Bruce.

“What are you doing?” you hissed at Alex.

“You’ll thank me later,” he whispered back with a wink, leaning in a little closer than he usually did.

Sarah had gotten into a conversation with Bruce regarding New York, Natalie was flirting with Dick who seemed to enjoy the attention, which left you, Jason and Alex.

“So, Jason,” Alex spoke up.

Again, you winced internally when he said Jason’s name, but Jason merely looked up from his food and raised an eyebrow. Was this it? Did he not care for it anymore?

“How old are you?”

“Nineteen.”

“Oh,” Alex blinked, “I thought you were older.”

“The scars make me look older,” Jason’s mouth twisted into a grin, “Want to know how I got ‘em?”

“Jason,” you warned.

“I don’t want to pry,” Alex said.

“I was in a gang,” Jason smirked, “I got caught by a rival gang one time, and they shoved a knife in my mouth. That’s how I got this one.”

He pointed to the scar on his lips that twisted his smirk upwards even more. You frowned to yourself, asking the silent question. Was that what Joker did to him?

“How about the one on your nose?” Alex asked excitedly.

“Alex!” you smacked his arm.

“It’s fine,” Jason shrugged, “Someone hit me with a crowbar, broke my nose too.”

“The one near your eye?”

“Slammed my face against a wall.”

“Stop it,” you whispered.

“Cheek?”

“Huh, I don’t remember. I have so many. I think it was-”

“Stop it,” you said louder, glaring at Jason.

You didn’t want to hear how he got his injuries, you didn’t like the way he took it so easy.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Jason’s eyes turned soft, “Didn’t mean to upset you.”

You felt Alex’s stare on you, probably trying to read your emotions. He was always good at that.

“Anyway,” Alex changed the subject, “You got a girlfriend?”

You groaned internally. You didn’t know why Alex thought you would thank him later.

“No.”

“Badass guy like you, I’m sure you have a few lining up,” he coaxed.

“Hmm. Maybe just the one,” Jason smirked, looking at you.

“Oh, God,” you groaned out loud this time, feeling your ears burn with embarrassment.

“What, her?” Alex scoffed, “Nah. She doesn’t usually go for guys like you.”

“Shut the fuck up, Alex.”

“Then what kind of guy does she usually go for?” Jason grit, clenching his fists around his knife a little bit too tight.

Alex snaked his arm around your waist and looked at Jason straight in the eyes before answering, “Guys like me. We used to date.”

You were going to fucking murder your best friend- if Jason didn’t murder him first.

Ever since finding Jason in that cell, you had seen many sides to him. The white hot rage that borderline insanity in his eyes for the first few weeks, the empty glassy look he had whenever he stared into space, the panic when you brought him out the first time, the lust he showed only a few nights ago, the laugh and comfort and ease that was slowly brought out which he showed not only with you anymore, but with Alfred and Dick too.

So this was the first time you got to see another expression on him.

Calm, cold and focused anger. A look that sent shivers down your spine, much scarier than when he lashed out at you and choked you a year ago when he was still unstable.

Shit.

You looked over at Alex, thinking that he would start cowering as well and finally put an end to whatever he was planning.

But Alex, the stupid dumbfuck, was still smirking at Jason with a challenging look on his face.

You were going to say something to correct him, but Alfred brought out the cake.

And that’s how you found yourself in that unbelievably dumb scenario.

The rest of the night, Jason was relatively quiet, only answering questions coming from anyone except Alex. Not like Alex was trying to talk to Jason anymore. No, he opted for a more physical approach that even raised eyebrows from Sarah and Natalie.

He started touching you, squeezing next to you on the sofa, leaning in closely to your ear to whisper unintelligible words.

And whenever you pushed him away and tried to scold him, he simply answered with a “You’ll thank me later.” or “Trust me.”

Finally the night came to an end, and with lots of tears from you, Sarah and Natalie- as it was going to be the last time you saw each other for a while. It wasn’t really a separation issue, it was just symbolic.

The four of you had been friends since elementary, and now you were finally going your own way.

You felt Jason and Dick watch your teary goodbyes from afar.

It was Alex’s turn to say his goodbye, but instead of opening his mouth, he just went in for a bone crushing hug. The two of you stayed that way for a minute, and then Alex released you.

“You’ll thank me later,” he said again, and then leaned in unexpectedly to give you a light kiss right at the corner of your mouth.

In the background, you heard Dick chuckle.

You felt yourself flush. He stepped back, winked at you, and then left.

***

“I had a lot of fun tonight,” you smiled at your reflection while combing your hair at the dresser. Jason was sitting on your bed behind you- cleaned and changed. “I’m going to miss them a lot.”

“Yeah.”

You frowned. Jason had been grouchy all night.

At first you thought it was the choice of outfit for him, but he seemed to not mind it in the end. And then you reckoned it was the fact that he had to be around strangers the whole night, but even now he was sour with just the both of you in your room.

Alex must have gotten to him real bad. You were definitely going to give him a piece of your mind later.

You set down your comb and walked to stand in front of him. “You okay there, buddy?”

His frown was deep when he looked up at you, and his lips were in a pout. “No.”

“What’s wrong?” you coaxed.

Suddenly, he stood up, towering above you. “You told me that there was nothing going on between you and Alex.”

“There isn’t,” you reassured, “He was just messing with you. He likes to do that when... “

“When?”

“When he thinks I like someone,” you carefully said, “He tries to make them jealous. It’s not the first time he’s done this.”

“The two of you used to go out?”

“In middle school, Jason!” you sighed exasperatedly, “For like two months before we realised we were better off as friends. He still brings it up to mess with people.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “I’m still frustrated.”

“Why?”

“Because it worked,” he stated. “Because I get jealous whenever he touched you. Because I wanted to murder him when he kissed you.”

“It wasn’t even on the mouth,” you rolled your eyes, “It was just for show.”

“Well, it fucking worked, didn’t it,” he growled, his hands flying to your hips. “That smug little bastard. Am I really not the type of guy you’d go for?”

“I haven’t met anyone like you, Jason,” you smiled, resting your hands on his chest.

His eyes softened, and he leaned in closer to you, a breath away from touching his lips to yours. “Are you going to bite my tongue off if I kiss you?”

“I’m not a fucking savage like-”

And then he did it, finally, after months of sexual tension, he finally kissed you. Soft and gentle at first as if testing the waters. And then as both of you got the hang of it, his kiss turned into one that was heavy and hard and desperate, as though you were going to run away from him if he didn’t make you stay with his mouth.

He pushed you against the wall, his hands roaming all over you, gripping and squeezing and massaging, while he forced his tongue inside your mouth to explore.

“I want you,” he gasped, going down to your neck to leave love bites, “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

You wanted him too, more than just his body, more than what you had, but you stopped yourself. Because you weren’t supposed to.

“Jason,” you panted, “St-stop.”

And just like that, he did. He wrenched his hands away from you as if he was shocked by electricity and looked down at you with worry in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“You don’t… You don’t want me,” you said solemnly, “Not in the way I want you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m just… I’m just the first person you opened yourself up to after a traumatizing event,” you explained, “It’s natural for you to develop a dependency, and I don’t blame you for it, but-”

“You think that’s what this is?” he hissed, “Dependency?”

“It’s like when a patient falls in love with their therapist. It happens and it’s normal and-”

“Fuck you,” he seethed. “You think I can’t tell the difference between wanting you and- and needing you?”

You pursed your lips and simply looked at him, unsure of what to say.

“I don’t fucking need you,” he sneered, “And I’ll fucking prove it.”

In a blink, he left the room.

“What? Wait- Jason!” you followed after him.

He was in his room, throwing his things into a duffel bag.

Your heart sank at the realisation.

“What are you doing?” you whispered.

“I’m leaving,” he said.

“Why?”

“You think I’m so fucking helpless?” he aggressively shoved his clothes into the bag, “You think that I can’t fucking be like a normal person? Well, I’ll just show you how fucking independent I can be.”

“You don’t have to do this, Jason,” you tried, “It’s not about trying to prove your point! This is about your mental health and wellbeing and-”

“STOP FUCKING DOING THAT!” he yelled, causing you to jump. “Stop fucking babying me. I’m not a patient and you’re definitely not my therapist. You’re just a stupid girl who thinks she knows me better than I know myself!”

“Jason, I-”

“How can I be normal again when you’re scared of being normal with me!” he continued, “You didn’t even tell me that you had people coming over to celebrate your birthday because you were worried that I couldn’t handle it! Did you think I was going to strangle anyone who said my name tonight? Did you think I was going to suddenly flip a switch and break down because they were strangers?”

“That’s because I actually care for-”

“I know!” he shouted, before taking a deep breath. “I know you do. And I know you mean well. But this was bound to happen sooner or later. I need to get back on my own fucking feet without you offering your fucking hand whenever I fall down.”

“But, you’re not-”

A warm but firm hand on your shoulder stopped you in your tracks. You turned to see Bruce looking at Jason with his eyebrows knitted together, his lips downturned- he was the Bruce underneath the mask.

Jason stood up straight and looked at him in defiance.

A moment’s silence. And then-

“Do what you need to do. But don’t forget that you are always welcomed here. Call me if you need anything. And I mean anything.”

You gaped silently at Bruce.

Jason nodded at him, giving a small smile.

“Bruce, you can’t just let him leave! This is irrational, and spontaneous, and uncalculated-”

“He’s his own man,” Bruce stated, “He knows what he needs. And I trust him enough to know he will be okay. You should too.”

And with that, Bruce left.

You couldn’t do anything but silently watch Jason resume his packing, and when he was done, you watched him carry his bag to the Manor door.

“I’ll see you again. Whenever.”

And you were left there alone, on the night you turned eighteen, heartbroken over a man who deserved more than what the world gave him.

***

“He hasn’t slept for more than four hours ever since… Ever since he escaped,” you told Dick who had just arrived.

It had been two months after Jason left. He never contacted you once, and if he did contact Bruce, you wouldn’t have known about it.

“And you? How are you doing?” Dick sat down on the sofa next to you.

“The usual,” you shrugged, “Tired. I’d worry more about Bruce.”

“It’s not like it’s the first time Joker’s escaped from Arkham,” Dick stated, “Bruce knows what he needs to do.”

“But it’s the first time he’s escaped with zero evidence,” you explained, “No evidence, no witnesses, nothing. Even Harley doesn’t know what happened. And we have no idea where he is now. I think that’s what’s bothering Bruce the most.”

“Well, it’s only been two weeks since the escape,” Dick sighed, “He’s bound to appear sooner or later.”

“Isn’t that why you’re here? To help?”

“Yeah,” he hummed, “Hey, have you seen the news lately? About that guy who’s running around beating up criminals?”

“The vigilante wannabe?” you snorted, “Sure. He’s a joke. Zero class whatsoever.”

“Do you think it could be..?”

“No,” you shook your head, “I’ve thought about it, but no. He’s just another thug.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“Jason wouldn’t rub me off the wrong way like this Red Hood does,” you crinkled your nose, “There’s just something I don’t like about this guy. I think it’s the way he thinks he’s so good. Challenging us like that.”

“Challenging us?”

“Dick, he’s got a blood red bat-symbol on his chest!” you threw your arms up, “It’s insulting- and obviously a mockery.”

“He’s clearing the streets though,” Dick gave you an amused expression, “He’s doing good.”

“He’s an asshole who uses guns to threaten people.”

“He hasn’t actually killed anyone.”

“Yet,” you grumbled, “When you’re that armed, you probably mean business. People are afraid of him. They don’t respect him. Not the way Batman earned his respect.”

“What does Bruce think of him?”

“Nothing. I’m telling you, Dick, he’s just another thug. Besides, Bruce has bigger problems to worry about. Like a lunatic clown that kidnapped his son and tortured him for years being on the loose.”

***

Another two months passed since Joker broke out of Arkham, and Bruce was still obsessing over him.

You couldn’t blame Bruce, obviously. The way he spoke about Joker had never been the same ever since Jason came back. You suspected that he pieced together what that sick bastard had done to Jason, not that Bruce ever said anything about it.

The last time it had rained that heavily while you were on patrol, you had gotten shot. Since then, the bullet wound scar on your back tingled slightly every time you were out in the rain. You knew it was all in your head.

Separated from Batman, you were patrolling downtown, looking down at the alleyways from the rooftops of run down shopping lots. Bruce had made your cape lighter and waterproof after your accident and complaints, so at least you weren’t completely drenched.

But it was still cold.

It was a slow night- as slow as any rainy night would be. A shiver ran down your spine violently. Anyone who was out that night were either crazy, or desperate. The wind was howling, the rain left thunderous pelts as it hit the ground.

And then you heard it, a loud BANG of a gun being fired.

Your head snapped to the direction of the sound, and you grappled- only a few blocks over before you saw the source.

It was the man they called Red Hood, big and bulky, wearing all black except for a leather vest that had a red hood attached to it, pulled up. The red bat symbol on his chest looked as if it was glowing angrily at the whimpering man on the floor.

“Get out of here before I shoot your other knee, you fucking sick pervert,” you heard him growl.

The man scrambled up and limped away.

You saw it as an opportunity to finally confront the asshole, so you dropped down to the alley, right behind him.

That close, you could see how big he was. Broad shoulders, massive biceps, tight fucking ass-

“And who gave you permission to wear that symbol on your chest?” you sneered.

You had expected him to jump in surprise at your voice, but he didn’t. He just stayed there, his back towards you, his smoking gun in his right hand.

You frowned angrily. You made sure to be quiet, and with the rain, it was almost impossible for a stupid thug like him to hear you.

“I’m talking to you, asshole!” you yelled heatedly. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

He slowly turned to face you, revealing an odd red metal mask that covered his whole face except his forehead.

“They call me Red Hood,” he answered, voice muffled. “Haven’t you been reading the news?”

You clenched your jaw at his teasing, arrogant tone.

“That symbol is reserved only for people who deserve it,” you scowled.

“Is that why you don’t wear the symbol, then?”

“I- you-” you gaped furiously, “I’ll fucking rip it off you.”

He chuckled. “If you wanted me to see me shirtless, you could have just asked, sweetheart.”

You were going to throw another round of insults at him, until you recognized his words.

No. No fucking way.

Dick was right?!

“Jason?” you whispered.

He pulled down his hood, and took off his mask to reveal a grinning Jason. “Miss me?”

“But- you- no- but-” you stuttered, “You’re huge! What the fuck?”

“Let’s get out of the rain, and I can show you how huge I really am,” he winked at you.

You felt your face burn despite the cold. So he was extra flirtatious now, too?

“Where?” you asked.

“My safe house.”

“I need to tell Batman.”

“So tell him.”

You pressed onto the gadget in your ear. “Batman. I found Red Hood. He’s… Him. I’m going with him. Is that okay?”

“Affirmative. I’ll see you back at the Cave.”

You looked at Jason. “Lead the way.”

***

“This isn’t your safehouse, this is Batman’s!” you gasped when you walked down the small staircase that led you underground.

“Yep,” Jason replied, taking off his glove to key in a passcode and scan his thumbprint. “I found out he added my print to all his safehouses in Gotham.”

“So he knew where you were the whole time?”

“Yeah. He didn’t tell you?”

“No,” you grumbled, walking into the familiar looking space.

All of Bruce’s safehouses looked the same. The small emergency ones, at least. It was a small room with nothing but a bed, a first aid station, a toilet with a shower, and a small armoury. He had bigger ones for bigger emergencies, but this was more like a safe stop for when he needed to quickly recover.

“This was the only favor I accepted from him,” he suddenly said defensively, “I’ve been getting by without his help for everything else. Even my weapons are my own.”

“That’s good,” you smiled, “I’m glad you’re doing okay.”

You took off your mask and clipped off your cape, but your vision was suddenly gone. Jason had threw a towel on top of your head.

“Dry yourself off, you’ll get everything wet,” he grunted.

You scruffled your wet hair with the towel and then proceeded to take off your boots and gloves.

“So when were you planning on coming back?” you sat on his bed and watched him take off his weapons and the vest.

“I don’t know,” he simply shrugged.

“So you just didn’t really have a plan?”

“I did. And I went through with it. Now I’m not sure.”

“Not sure about- Jesus, do you really have to do that here?” you asked.

Jason was peeling off his skin tight black undershirt. “My safehouse, my rules.”

“But you have a bathroom, don’t you?” you desperately asked. He was unbuckling his belt, and you forced yourself to look away.

“Yeah.”

“So go change there. I’ll wait here.”

“Are you blushing?”

“No, just go!”

“Look at me.”

“No.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him moving closer to you to stand right in front of you. You felt his grip on your chin, forcing you to turn your head up towards him. There, you met his eyes, intense and bright- brighter than they were before.

“Is it distracting for you?” he smirked, “I worked hard, you know.”

You gulped at the sudden closeness. It had been months since you last spoke to him, and the unexpectedly close contact didn’t help with your nervousness.

He bent down and took your hand in his free one, bringing it up to place it flat against his bare chest, his hot skin burning into yours.

“Can’t you feel the difference?” he muttered, bringing your hand down his chest to his stomach, now sporting a fucking defined eight pack. You refused to look anywhere else but his eyes. “No? Well, how about here, then.”

He pushed your hand down to his crotch, and you definitely could feel how hard he was already.

“Jason!” you gasped, widening your eyes.

He let out a chuckle before crashing his lips against yours, his weight causing you to fall backwards onto the bed. Climbing over you, he started licking at your lips, gently prodding his tongue into your mouth. All the while, your hand didn’t leave his crotch, even though he had released you from his grip.

And you felt him get harder and larger by the second.

“Jason,” you moaned, heat tingling at your core.

You had missed him. Missed his laughs, his glares and insults, his arms around you at night, even his boner poking you annoyingly in the ass.

“Baby.”

And there it was, his baby.

You started to palm his length through his pants, earning a gasp from him that you swallowed.

“Have I proven myself to you?” he panted, going to nibble your earlobe. “I don’t need you. I want you. Fuck, I want you so bad.”

“Okay, holy shit, fine!” you conceded, your hands travelling up his body to caress him, to feel him. “I… I want you to. I’ve wanted you for so long, but…”

“But you didn’t want to take advantage of my emotional instability,” he scoffed. “I know. And I appreciate it. But how about right now?”

“Right now I just really want you to fuck me,” you breathed.

“Fucking hell,” he chuckled, “Okay, sweetheart.”

He started kissing you again, nipping at your lips while he tried to take off your uniform- but failed.

“Why the fuck is this more complicated than mine was?” he complained.

“Because I’m the new and improved Robin,” you winked at him, helping him find all the hidden zips and clasps and buttons. Soon enough, you were in your underwear.

“Fuck, you look better without some fucking guy’s arm around you,” he started kissing your chest, squeezing your breasts through your bra.

“Are you still not over that?” you laughed.

“I get pissed every time I think of it,” he grumbled. His hands went to your back and unhooked your bra, which he pulled away. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

And then he attacked your nipples. Biting and sucking on one side with his mouth, and squeezing and twisting and tugging the other with his fingers.

“Jason, please,” you whined, raising your hips to meet his for any kind of friction. You could feel his heavy length on your inner thigh.

“So impatient,” he chuckled, a hand snaking down your body and underneath the band of your underwear. “It took me so long before I could even come, baby. Remember?”

“Hnngh,” you groaned when he started to run his finger up and down your wet folds, “And you still haven’t?”

He paused and looked at you with a grin.

“Oh my god, you have?” you exclaimed.

“Yeah,” he smiled, giving you another peck on the lips. “It was about a month ago. Slow night. Excess energy. I was lying in bed.”

He slid off your panties with little trouble, and now you were completely exposed to him. You thought you would have gotten shy at one point, but you were so excited to have him there, to have him do things to you, that you didn’t care.

“And I was thinking of you,” he whispered in your ear, his warm breath tickling, “I was thinking about what you were up to. Whether you went out for patrol, because it was raining that night.”

He started circling on your clit slowly with a consistent pressure, causing you to squirm in his arms.

“And I never told you this, but one of the reasons why I waited for you to come back after patrol is because I fucking love seeing you in your uniform,” he continued, “Sweaty, disheveled, flushed with adrenaline, blood pumping. And wet when it rains.”

He stopped working on your clit, but then gently inserted a finger into your hole, making you groan as he went in knuckle deep and then started to slide it out and in and out and in.

“And I just imagined you in your room taking off your uniform. Piece by fucking piece, I could see it in my head, you sighing and frowning because you’re so tired, and just want to shower. And then my cock started to get hard, because I’m thinking of you naked with water running down your skin.”

He curled his finger upwards, pressing against that spot inside you that made you breathless.

“And before I know it, my pants are off and I’m fisting my cock,” he went on, his voice husky, “For the first time, I was actually touching myself and I wanted to come. And all I could think about was you, baby. I thought about how you looked like when you presented your pussy to me that night. I thought about how wet you would be if you were touching yourself at the same time I was.”

With his thumb, he circled on your clit while he fucked your pussy with his finger. It was a little uncoordinated, but it felt amazing all the same.

“And that just opened a lot of doors for me,” he chuckled, “Not that I never thought about it before then, but I was really focused on how you would look like underneath me while I fucked you. I thought about how you would look like with your lips around my cock. I thought about how you would taste.”

He increased his pace, and your eyes were closed then, rolling to the back of your head.

“And then I just knew it, baby. I had to come. Then and there. So I did.”

Fuck, you were on the edge already.

“I fucking came all over myself, moaning your name.”

“Jason.”

“That’s it, sweetheart. Come.”

And you did. You felt your pussy clench around his fingers, your breath stuttering as he made you come.

“Holy shit,” you laughed, “Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?”

“Let’s just hope I’m as good at fucking as I am at fingering you,” he grinned, taking off his pants finally to reveal his hard and leaking cock.

“Fuck, Jason, I want you inside me. Right fucking now,” you whined, spreading your legs for him.

“Patience, sweetheart,” he tapped your clit with his dick, “We gotta take it slow. It’s- it’s my first time too so I’m not sure- I just- fuck, just let me know if it hurts, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Okay, I’m gonna-”

“Ow!”

“What’s wrong?” he panicked, “I haven’t even put it in yet!”

“Yeah, I know, I was just joking,” you giggled.

“Sunnova- fuck you,” he growled, “It’s not funny. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Don’t worry, Jason,” you reassured, “Just take it slow. I’ll let you know if it hurts.”

He nodded, and fuck, you could see him gulp in nervousness. It was fucking adorable.

“I’m going to put it in now.”

You nodded, bracing yourself.

Feeling the tip of his dick press into your entrance, you moaned in pleasure at the slight stretch. It felt rubbery, and you didn’t even notice when he put the condom on.

He pushed in slowly, checking to see if he was hurting you.

“Ah!” you gasped out loud, “Wait, just stay there for a bit.”

“Shit, okay, I’m sorry,” he replied.

“It’s fine, it just stings a bit,” you breathed in deeply. “Need to get used to it. Your cock is huge.”

“And your pussy is tight,” he groaned, “Fuck, I could just come right now.”

You waited for a few more seconds, and then nodded at him. He pushed in a bit again, and you could see how hard he was holding back.

“Pause, pause,” you gasped, “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” he leaned forward, burying his face in your neck, “You feel so good. So fucking good.”

“And your cock is massive, Jason, Jesus,” you laughed, “Okay, you can put the rest in now.”

And finally, Jason bottomed out, leaving you feeling full and stretched, and fuck. It still hurt a bit, but for some reason, it wasn’t enough. You wanted more. You wanted him to move.

“You can move now, but slowly please,” you requested.

You felt him nod against your neck, and then he started moving his hips extremely slow, sliding his cock almost all the way out until just the tip, and then pushing it back in.

Jason’s cock filled you up in a way that your walls were already clenching around him. He was already hitting every fucking spot inside of you, which was what made it feel so good in the first place despite the stretch.

“Baby,” he choked. You never heard him like that before. He almost sounded like he was in pain.

“You can go a little faster now, Jay,” you told him.

“I- I can’t,” he said.

“Why not?” you breathed.

“Shut up,” he groaned, continuing the slow and steady pace that already had you nearly spilling over again.

“Jason, fuck,” you moaned. “Please. Faster.”

“No.”

“Jason,” you almost sobbed, “Please.”

“If I go any faster, I’m gonna come,” he growled in your ear.

“Then come, Jason, please,” you cried, “Please fuck me faster and come with me, please.”

“Fucking- fine!” he gave up, and then increased his pace, knocking the breath out of you.

You didn’t feel it approaching like all your previous orgasms. There wasn’t a build of heat that shot sparks to your toes.

No. It came in suddenly, like an attack of sensations that made you writhe and scream while being fucked steadily for the first time by Jason Todd.

“Fuck, baby,” Jason groaned into your neck, burying his face in your skin while he moved his hips, “Fuck. Fuck. Baby.”

And with a long moan of your name, you felt his dick twitch inside of you, his breath stuttering, a hand that was supporting his weight went to grip your hips tightly.

“Fuck,” he sighed, and he collapsed on top of you, cock still inside.

“Jason, you’re heavy,” you giggled, trying to push him off.

“Lemme get myself outta you.”

“Ah!” you moaned when he slid himself out slowly, still sensitive.

“Fuck, sweetheart, don’t go making those sounds or you’re gonna get me hard again.”

“I can’t help it,” you sighed, watching him tie the condom and tossing it. “Your cock feels good.”

“Don’t,” he groaned, landing on the bed next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, his face close to yours. “Don’t say anything dirty.”

“Okay,” you giggled, snuggling in close to him. “Jason?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you come back now? Please?”

He hesitated before he answered. “I don’t know if Bruce would take me back.”

“What do you mean?” you frowned.

“You guys never found Joker, did you?”

You stiffened. “What did you do?” you whispered.

“I gave him what he deserved,” Jason answered, “And more.”

You stared at him in shock. “You broke him out of Arkham. That’s why there was zero evidence.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, “It wasn’t easy, but I did. And I made him pay for everything.”

You reached out your hand to caress his cheek. “Are you okay?”

“I am,” he smiled at you, “They all say that revenge wouldn’t make you feel better. That you’d still feel empty inside. But not for me. It- it gave me closure. It healed me because… Because I know that he can’t get his hands on you and do to you what he did to me.”

After you got over the shock, you genuinely felt happy for him. You would have killed the fucker yourself eventually, but Jason deserved to do it. He deserved to end the life of the person who made his a living hell.

“Bruce doesn’t have to know,” you said quietly.

“He will eventually,” Jason sighed. “It’s Bruce. I’d be surprised if he hasn’t figured it out already.”

“He wouldn’t blame you, Jason,” you told him, “Not- not if he knew. Not if he knew what Joker did to you.”

“He would throw me out,” Jason denied.

“He loves you,” you said, “He loves you, and he will forgive you. Maybe he’d get angry at first, and even then I think he’d be directing his anger towards himself rather than you. He’s changed, Jay. More than you know.”

Jason frowned, mulling over your words. “Fine. I’ll give it a try. But if he kicks me out, I get to say I told you so.”

“He won’t,” you smiled, “I won’t let him. If he does, I’ll go with you.”

Jason blinked at you, surprise etched on his face. “You would do that?”

“Of course. How could I not? I don’t know how obvious it is, but I kinda like you.”

He laughed out loud, “I like you, too.”

“So come back, okay?”

“Fine,” he rolled his eyes, “Besides, now that I’m functioning sexually, it’d be pretty hard to stay away from you.”

“I knew you were a perv,” you laughed, “You have to show me that video. Girl gets-”

“Don’t even. Ever.”

“Jason Kinky Todd has a nice ring to it.”

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

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