#no one can touch his snuggly grayson

[commander-hanji-zoe]

Do you have any headcanons on veterans x reader on quarantine lockdown headcanons. Baking, Reading, Exercising?

Ohhhh I have so many! Thank you for this ask ❤️ One of these days I’ll master the art of answering a head canon question quickly and with shorter answers. But today is not the day! There’s a few nsfw bits under the cut. This is over 3k words....how?? 

Mike 

Mike is fond of long lay-ins, it’s what he lives for at the weekend. He loves you so much and enjoys nothing more than being comfy and snuggly under a duvet with you. Eating breakfast, watching Netflix, just chilling and enjoying one another’s company. So during lock down there’s gonna be a lot of time in comfy PJ’s lazing around in bed.

Mike loves cooking and cooking shows! The two of you have a date night once a week where you cook together. You always light some candles, listen to jazz and have a glass of wine or two while cooking. One week you try making your own sushi, the next it’s Jamaican curry, then it’s pizza night! Trying new things is something you both love (both in and out of the bedroom *cough* more on that later. 

When restrictions are eased a little and you’re allowed to sit outside/drive for exercise, the two of you take a long countryside drive together and find a quiet secluded spot where you can sit and have a picnic and watch the clouds go by. 

I see Mike as a guitar kinda guy, so he’ll teach you if you don’t play and if you do, the two of you will enjoy spending some time writing songs together and playing along to your favourite rock and indie tunes. 

You enjoy watching live acoustic gigs and concerts which are being streamed by artists and comedians etc. Mike encourages you to get dressed up with him, you have drinks while watching and often end up dancing as if you were at a gig in person. 

Binge listening to podcasts together ‘The Magnus Archive,’ ‘Welcome to Nightvale’ and ‘MaMbBam’ being favourites. 

Star-gazing. Sitting outdoors at night, during the day the two of you will spend time in your garden but it’s night time you really enjoy it the most. Sitting outside on a blanket and with another over you, you make sure all the lights inside are turned off so you can enjoy watching the stars, moon, planets, satellites etc above you. You often have a glass of wine or a cocktail as you sit out there, sometimes you fall asleep in Mike’s arms so he’ll carry you up to bed. 

Finally Mike is very good at giving you personal space, while he loves taking up new hobbies with you and spending time doing things you love together, he also knows you both need your space. It makes the time you do spend together so much sweeter. 

Erwin

Even though you don’t need to go out to work, Erwin is still up early. When he wakes he showers and then prepares for the day by making you both a delicious breakfast. Think poached eggs, grapefruit, french toast, yoghurt and fruit etc. He likes listening to the radio over watching TV first thing in the morning so you have that on for a bit. 

You enjoy daily workouts together (with Saturday or Sunday off). Erwin takes them unsurprisingly seriously, however, he does make them fun. The two of you will have little competitions with one another and Erwin creates a workout playlist for you - it’s an eclectic mix and includes songs that you both end up singing along to. 

Erwin loves to play the Piano but due to his work he only usually touches it a few times a month if that. With lockdown he starts playing daily, there’s a few times when you wake up and he’s already practising - it really is beautiful. Sometimes if he knows you’re watching he may stop playing, or at least change what he’s playing to something you know so you can sing along or join in. If you’re quiet though you can stand in the door for 5-10 minutes without him realising and he’ll continue to play classical music. 

As well as the home workouts you try to go out once a week for a run, as much as Erwin just wants to get on he would never leave you behind if you’re struggling to keep up and will wait for you (he’s a gentleman after all). 

Canvas painting, sometimes Erwin struggles with getting out or showing his emotions, after doing virtual tours of art galleries online you suggest ordering a canvas, some acrylic paint and palette knives. It’s amazing the level of emotion you see pour out of yourself and Erwin onto the canvas, it’s incredibly therapeutic so you order more canvasses. 

The two of you really enjoy binge watching documentary shows - you know the second Tiger King came out Erwin was all over that. There’s this side to Erwin that not everyone gets to see, or at least when they do it’s very rare. But during lockdown you get to experience it more frequently, he really does have a great sense of human and likes to have fun. While he enjoys documentaries about WW2, science (Unabomber: in his own words is also on the list) things like Tiger King, Dark Tourist and Louis Theroux docs are also a guilty pleasure. 

The two of you will spend some evenings laying chess by candle light with a glass of whiskey. 

Levi 

I feel to say that you’ll be cleaning a lot is a little obvious and I actually think that for the most part Levi would prefer to crack on with that on his own - it gives him peace of mind and it’s something he has control over. He enjoys it 

Together however, expect DIY Projects or painting/decorating. There’s things the two of you have talked about doing for ages and never gotten round to, now you have the perfect excuse. From painting a feature wall in your living quarters to making a little step wooden step ladder for the garden that you can put potted plants on. The two of you use your time to get creative around the home.

Dancing - the form of fitness you decide to take up is dance. At first Levi scoffs at the idea but then when he realises what a work out it actually is and how much strength and flexibility is required for some of the tutorials you’re following, he’s game. The two of you end up choreographing a dance together - it’s super cute (and hot in places - oops) 

You’re the kind of couple others are jealous of because you just work so well together, spending the perfect amount of time doing things together and apart. 

Being a lover of tea, Levi decides to educate you on the many different types by subscribing to a ‘tea lovers’ subscription box. You take the time to sit with him and really enjoy each tea, just talking with no noise from the radio or TV.

Levi likes to put together tapas or cheese tasting boards, he chooses the food for the main, you put together a starter or dessert and pick the wine that goes with the flavours he’s mixing. Together it’s like a perfect harmony. You set the table, light candles, listen to jazz and it’s almost as if you’re at one of your favourite restaurants. 

Watching Horror movies, you’ve probably seen every horror movie on Netflix, Amazon Prime etc. which is available to stream come the end of lockdown. Horror was actually how you met, you were at the cinema to see ‘Hereditary’ and none of your friends wanted to come with you so you went alone. Levi and his friends (the other vets) were in the same screen and sat next to you. So now Levi is strangely sentimental about horror movies. There’s cuddling up under blankets in the living room and plenty of popcorn along with movie themed cocktails. 

Video calls to your friends, you do more of the talking but Levi sits by you throughout and occasionally joins in. He’s loathed to admit it but he really likes seeing everyone’s faces and hearing their voices. 

Moblit

Moblit has a large collection of puzzles, a few were completed when he was younger but a lot of them aren’t. He used to get frustrated with them but always wanted to finish them so he could frame them and put them up around the house. When lockdown happened you think it’s the perfect opportunity for the two of you to work on them together and help him out. Turns out it’s actually a lot of fun and a pretty good was

Baking! You both love the Great British Bake Off, before lock-down you were always talking about how you wanted to give the recipes a try but of course something else always came along. Now lockdown is the perfect excuse to order some ingredients online and get baking! The kitchen often looks like a mess, Moblit gets flour on his face and even in his hair? You don’t know how it happens but you have a lot of fun doing it and hey what you bake usually turns out pretty good. 

Subscribes to Disney+ the second it comes out - and the two of you binge watch your favourite Disney movies singing along to them (I get the impression Moblit would be a huge Hercules and Moana fan). 

Watching Avengers Infinity War together and later on in the evening he turns to you and just says, “I love you 3000.”

Bike rides through the countryside (as long as it’s close to home of course and you can stay safe!) 

You watch art shows together (like the still life drawing classes on TV or Grayson Perry’s art class). Shows which have been made specifically now for lockdown to help inspire people to take up new hobbies. Both of you are pretty inexperienced at art or drawing so you have a lot of fun watching the shows, following the instructions and seeing where your hand and pencil lead you. You both end up discovering your own unique style of drawing - this inevitably ends up doing a still life of one another (more on this later). 

Hange 

Hange really struggles with lockdown, it makes them feel pretty anxious and they hate not being able to be out and about exploring/doing their job/learning new things etc. So Hanji needs quite a bit of love and looking after, care packages for the two of you go a long way so you order nice things in the early days of lock down. Hanji’s eyes light up when you hand them what you’ve ordered. 

Loads of gaming, you both enjoying exploring other worlds along with fantasy so everything from World of Warcraft, Skyrim, The Outer Worlds, Outer Wilds to the Final Fantasy games, The Witcher and Assassin’s Creed are all up your street. Sometimes you play alone, sometimes you watch one another play while reading magazines. Often when playing WOW you play together and share a mount, heading into raids together and working as a team. It’s not as good as being outside and exploring the world for real but it’s pretty close. 

Loads of movie marathons with enough sweets to make you sick, especially the gummy kind like Haribo. 

Hange - Arguments over who loves who more, it’s usually in the middle of a TV show that you’ve been really invested in but now with the impending end of the world, it’s so easy to get distracted. The ‘arguments’ usually end up in pillow fights and just laying in one another’s arms in silence. 

Home made science experiments - yup, you knew this was coming. There’s so much you can try at home with simple house hold ingredients. Hange also orders kits online so you end up growing your own crystals (not the drug kind lol), making your own ‘volcano’, making slime, dying flowers etc. At first you rolled your eyes when Hanji suggested it but actually it turns out to be a lot of fun and it’s pretty interesting, so you end up learning something. Hanji also orders DIY Sweet kits which are as fun to make as they are to eat. 

When it comes to heading outside to clap for key workers the two of you are gonna be dressed up to make the children smile. You’ll be banging pots and pans or possibly have a kazoo or tambourine. 

Nanaba

There’s loads of Gardening, it’s something the two of you always liked but found you didn’t have the time you needed to commit to it as much as you’d have liked. 

Cuddling on the grass in your garden, rolling around enjoying the sunshine and sun-bathing side by side.

The work out of choice for the two of you is yoga. You light incense and some candles as well as listening to mediation music and just take some time out to be alone with your thoughts - together. You both agree that stretching really helps you especially where you’re working from home, it’s so easy to get back ache! 

The two of you love dancing 

Nanaba decides to take up quilting and crochet. It’s something her mother and elder sister taught her how to do but is practically a forgotten hobby. You help one another to remember the basics and decide to make a giant patchwork quilt for your sofa. You work on it together so that there’s a part of both of you in it, you take inspiration from your garden and the world around you, even though it’s a lot smaller than it was before. If either of you prick your finger the other is there to kiss it better.

Preparing relaxing baths for one another, you enjoy much of the bath on your own but sometimes the other will sit on the toilet and read aloud or just come in for a chat. Lockdown makes you more open with one another than you were before. 

Getting into bed early before the sun has set, you keep the curtains open so you can watch the sky turn orange. Plenty of time in bed means you have time to binge watch the latest TV shows and not feel guilty about it if you have work the next day.

Witchy things - tarot card readings, candle magic, little rituals in the garden and kitchen witch magic like making dandelion honey or moon spell cookies. 

Below are a few nsfw thoughts (I didn’t write many but a couple kept bouncing around in my mind).

Erwin - 

Sex first thing in the morning, the kind of lazy, sleepy sex that the two of you dream of having but never have time before work. Now, you do and Erwin intends to make the most of it. 

Also shower sex, sometimes this follows the sex in the morning so by the time you finish work you’re already feeling tired. Often it follows the workouts you do and it doesn’t take either of you long to cum seeing as watching one another get sweaty and flex muscles - the tension is unbelievable. 

If you get too distracted during the work day, either by Erwin or TV (or if you distract Erwin too much) they’ll be punishments in the form of spanking and rough sex from behind, hair pulling and all. It’s the first time you find yourself wanting to be punished. 

Levi 

Sex in spaces you’ve just cleaned, it’s sort of a punishment if you back-talk him as he’ll make you clean up afterwards. Secretly he loves dirtying the sheets, it’s almost like an ultimate fantasy for someone who is so clean and neat, but he really has to be in the right mood for that. 

Lockdown is a chance for the two of you to explore some of the sexual fantasies you’ve discussed but never tried from light bondage (to start) and role-play. 

Switching, in your relationship neither one of you is particularly the dominant or submissive one continuously, rather you enjoy switching, but when you are in the role you both take it seriously. Now you’re in lockdown and it’s easy to get bored, you both agree to really extent the roles on the day you’re both in the mood, you could lead Levi round on a leash and collar all afternoon and he won’t complain. 

Mike 

Checking in on you as you’re working and trying to convince you lunch break sex is definitely a thing that will help you concentrate on your important presentation in your afternoon video conference. But of course he leaves you a bit of a mess and without a minute to spare so you appear on camera looking like you’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards. 

With Mike there’s also a lot of time to get creative in the bedroom, you have longer in the evening to take your time exploring one another and discovering new positions you’d never have thought possible.

When lockdown goes on much longer than anticipated Mike decides to turn up the creativity a notch. A rather large unmarked parcel arrives containing a latex bed sheet and sex swing, so you know you’re not going to be getting a lot of sleep for a while. 

Moblit 

Kisses that last for hours, the kind that start innocently and slowly you find yourself getting worked up and wanting more but Moblit continues to tease with those kisses and will pretend he has no idea why you’re worked up. However he does go weak at the knees if you praise him so that’s usually the way to get what you want. 

The still life drawings of one another start off fully clothed and very quickly become nude studies. You can only take it seriously for so long before he pounces on you or you on him and it’s like ‘that’ scene from Titanic within minutes. 

Endless, almost excruciating foreplay. 

Hanji 

Has always liked to have fun in bedroom, with lockdown it’s more of an excuse to dress up and play around, I’m thinking teacher & student or Doctor/nurse & patient. Hanji really gets into the role. 

Science experiments continue to the bedroom, you decide to give the whole electro-stim thing a go. 

Also with the DIY sweet kits there’s also a little left, so popping candy, expanding foam candy and more are used to adorn your bodies - it doesn’t stay on long as the combination of candy and sex is too irresistible to leave alone. 

Nanaba 

Sex outdoors, your garden is pretty secluded. It was something you talked about doing a lot but always found your weekends were too busy with friends and others that you just never got round to it. There’s grass stains on your knees and your clothes and you’d both wear them with pride outside the house if you could.

Bath tub sex, even if it’s a little uncomfortable it’s so intimate and personal that you don’t care how much of a mess you make or how many bruises you end up with. Lockdown hits you both hard mentally and bath tub sex is a way of feeling better and cleansed. 

There’s also a chance for some sex magic which involves wax play, again, something new you’d thought about for a while and now you both just wanted something to make you feel alive. 

[batarella]

I Don’t Hate You - Part 13 (Jason x Reader)

13 might be an unlucky number but there’s a good amount of fluff and smut here folks! Still there’s angst (can’t escape it now) and finally! Reader meets Bruce, Dick, and Alfred!

I’d like to thank these wonderful people for providing me the ideas and dialogue I needed to make Bruce and Dick as utterly annoying and embarrassing as I possibly could. 

@knightfall05x @offendedfishnoises @l-horizon11 @birdy-bat-writes @idkmanicantenglish @boarcide you guys are so amazingly talented and I love you

WORDS: 7038 WARNINGS: ANGST. FIRST TIME SEX. ORAL SEX FEMALE RECEIVING. EMBARRASSING DAD BRUCE. EMBARRASSING OLDER BROTHER DICK.

Masterlist

I DON’T HATE YOU - MASTERLIST

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Then

Well.

At least he could talk to you now without it becoming a screaming match.

But each time he comes home without getting to kiss you more than just a little peck, tell you how much he loved you without you saying it back like it was beaten and forced out of your mouth, or even just to hear you laugh with him all day over the stupidest things, it was depressing. Just yesterday you kissed his cheek without him having to ask you for it, or lean in to do it himself. You didn’t smile much, you hadn’t for the past few days. But every time he hopes things would get better.

Many times, he thought it wouldn’t. And it was his fault a lot of the time, as well. You’d say a snide remark and he’d say something back. Next thing he knew you were both screaming at each other again, take another few hours off before one of you calls and apologizes. He knew none of the fights mattered much at all. He knew it all stemmed from you knowing he was hiding something and him never giving in.

He couldn’t give in. Then, he’d be forced to let you go. That was never going to happen.

But this… this? This wasn’t how he ever thought things were going to be. For the most part, things got better. But not good enough for him to be as happy as he always had been with you.  

He wanted to hold you while you’d place your head snuggly into his neck, feeling you breathe into him and your mouth curving up when it placed gentle kisses into his skin. He wanted you to reassure him that you weren’t going to leave, that you still loved him just as deeply as he was always going to love you, that no fight was ever going to change that. He needed to touch you, physically love you. He wasn’t much of a shower of his emotions but when it came to needing that sort of love for himself, he was pretty selfish. He was probably just being a needy child, but he wanted that from you. Too many days have passed.

He wasn’t so sure this would work. It probably will, or not. You never actually brought it up before and when Bruce mentioned it, he could only think of the million different ways how it was definitely going to go wrong.

But he didn’t have much of a choice anymore. And he thought, just maybe, if you felt close to his family, you’d trust him again and things would go back to normal.

So, despite every end of his nerves pushing him out of the way, he managed to ask you to dinner at Wayne Manor, with Bruce, Dick, and Alfred meeting you for the very first time. And surprisingly, without a fight, you agreed. You didn’t sound so excited, or afraid, or even nervous at all. In fact, you seemed pretty confident. That was good, of course. He was going to need that confidence to rub off on him.

You looked absolutely radiant. Your hair flowing to your shoulders, your usual long-sleeved black dress and some red high heels for a pop of color. You looked relaxed enough to make his own nerves calm. And when he saw you, he couldn’t help his smile.

You locked the door to the apartment behind you, and when you walked down the steps, your skirt fluttered in the air. Good idea not to bring his bike.

Then you walked right in front of him, your hands in front of you. And you saw him smiling like a lunatic, head bashfully craned down and his hands stuck to his pockets.

“You look beautiful.”

You bit both your lips. “Shut up.”

He took too much of his time staring at you. At your hair, your face, how you started to blush like on your first few dates when things were still awkward and new between you two. You looked down at the ground.

He can waste a few more minutes.

Jason took a step closer to you, slowly grabbed your face and let you lean into him with those wanting, wideset eyes, then he kissed you.

His hair started sticking to his skin from the beads of sweat starting to pour down despite the cold, and your lips, how he missed the way you were so delicate with them mixed with the neediness of your tongue. He missed your scent, the feel of your hair in his fingers.

But you pulled away too soon, pressing your forehead. Your smile looked sad, just as tired as you had been. And his heart sank.

“We should go…” you said, pulling his arms away from you. Reluctantly, he agreed.

When you reached the manor, going up the stairs from the garages, he bumped the side of your shoulder. Jason took your hand, entangled your fingers between his own, then placed a kiss to the back of your hand.

But then you took your hand away from him. “Do you think I’ll do okay?”

He was so tired of you rejecting his touches.

“You’ll do great. You’re perfect,” he said.

You did that roll in your eyes you often did when you blushed. And he watched the look on your face when you walked over to the manor’s entrance, your jaw dropping at just the foyer.

“Alfred! We’re here!”

Your eyes went from the grand staircase to the tall butler sweeping in from the dining area. He had a piece of cloth around his arm, and when he both saw you, he slightly bowed.

“Y/N, this is our butler Alfred. Alfred, Y/N.”

You looked so pretty when you smiled like that, and when you shook Alfred’s hand, he was staring at you all giddy.

“So lovely to meet you,” Alfred said. “I’ll take your coat. Dinner will be ready in just a moment.”

“Thank you so much,” you kindly said.

“FINALLY, YOU’RE HERE! Y/N!!!”

At the sound of that very familiar voice of a grown man with a mind of a screaming five-year old child, Jason squeezed the bridge of his nose. Dick Grayson came running down from the staircase, dressed casually but smart in a collared shirt and jeans.

You definitely had that widening in your eyes most women often had the first time they see his brother, but it was subtle. You smiled back at him when Dick practically slid over to you, arms outstretched.

“Come on. I’m not about to give our little Jaybird’s girlfriend just a handshake.”

You laughed and naturally gave him a hug. Jason rolled his eyes. You were smiling brighter at that moment than you had the rest of the day. And when Dick did that light sway while holding you, Jason audibly scoffed.

“Jay,” Dick placed his hand on his shoulder. “She’s even more beautiful than you said she was.”

You blushed, but this time you were looking at him. Jason smiled back at you when your eyes locked onto each other for a moment longer.

“I can't believe it’s almost been a year since you got together,” Dick said.

“I know. Seems like yesterday,” Jason made sure to catch that little flustered smile when you laughed and bit your lip.

“Awe,” Dick cooed. “You guys are ADORABLE.”

Your eyes went over to the ground, smiling, and when Jason was sure you wouldn’t see, he elbowed Dick’s stomach hard enough to make him flinch but not enough to make you hear it.

“Come on,” Dick ruffled Jason’s hair. “Have a seat.”

You all went to the living area where the fireplace was set up and burning just for the occasion. Bruce thought it would be good to make the place a bit homier and more welcoming. Jason thought it was over the top and completely unnecessary. Him being worried you making a good impression? Not even a little. Him worrying about Dick embarrassing you to death or Bruce trying way too hard to be a dad? A thing of his nightmares.

The fireplace was a good example. He made sure it was turned off when he left. And only now did he let out a groan too soft for you to hear when you stepped in and took a seat with the place smelling like coal and burnt wood.

You and Jason sat on the long love seat and Dick on the arm chair. He leaned over, asking you all about yourself, to which you happily responded as if the conversation wasn’t at all uncomfortable. Thankfully, it wasn’t. So far so good.

You spoke so calmly, so reserved, and he could feel you starting to enjoy your time here. And by god, he couldn’t stop staring at you the whole time you spoke. You noticed it, of course. Each time you finished talking you started scrunching your nose at him playfully, and he’d smile, chin on his arm looking at you like you were just the best thing in the whole world. Even with Dick talking, Jason couldn’t help placing his arm on your waist, just to be closer to you. And you leaned back. Not totally, trying not to make Dick look uncomfortable, but you tensed a little, especially when he squeezed your waist. He heard you clear your throat.

“You know,” Dick said. “Jason barely talks to us about his feelings.”

Jason rolled his eyes again.

“But, let me tell you, this guy’s definitely lucky to have you. And does he know it. Mentions you more times than he even notices.”

You couldn’t possibly have been surprised, but you laughed lightly, trying to smile. You didn’t look at him, but he felt you let out a sigh and your body started to tense even more.

He sadly looked down, and when you inched away, he took his hand away from your waist like he felt it break.

But then his eyes trailed behind you, at the entry way. “Bruce.”

That was when you stood stiff and brushed off the creases on your dress. Jason stood with you, hand behind your back to sooth you with his thumb. Bruce walked in, with a suit he often wears to work, then walked over to you two.

“Bruce. This is Y/N.”

“Evening, Mr. Wayne…”

“Call me Bruce.” He stretched out his hand, and you took it and shook it firmly.  “Lovely to finally meet you. I’ve been meaning to for quite some time.”

“Me too. It’s such a pleasure to have me at your home.”

“Pleasure’s all mine.”

Okay. Not bad. Only four sentences in and he hasn’t said anything that made him want to jump out the window. Progress.

“Dinner is served, sir.” Alfred was at the door, arms outstretched to the dining area. You all walked in and Jason pulled out a seat for you.

The food was good. You were seated beside him, Bruce at the far end, and Dick right across him. You ate as you spoke, so reserved and polite. If you were like this everyday, no one would recognize you.

“Where do you plan to go for college, Y/N?” Bruce said.

“Jason actually helped me with the decision. I’m taking music at Gotham College of the Arts.”

“Ah. Good choice. Jason tells me you play the violin.”

There it was. It starts here. He told Bruce that you sang. Plenty of times. And that you played the piano and guitar sufficiently. Man with an IQ of 192 can't remember that simple piece of information.

“No, actually,” you laughed it off. “I sing.”

“Dammit, Jay, you struck gold with this one.” Dick took a massive bite out of his fork.

The mashed potatoes in front of him probably could make him suffocate if he tried.

“Thank you,” you smiled.

“That is impressive. We’d love to hear you sing some time. On one of our parties, maybe you could sing for us. My son’s girlfriend. The people would love that.”

“Okay.” Jason reached over the other end of the table to end the conversation. “Let’s not make her uncomfortable.”

“It’s alright. I would love to.”

More talk about the future, college, deliberately roasting the hell out of Jason with the three of you ganging up on him. If you didn’t look like you actually had fun, he would have stuck his fork down his thigh just to level the pain.

“Let me ask, do you know any martial arts of any sort?”

Fuck.

“Uhm,” you said. “No, I actually don’t.”

“Well, I see you have strong ankles, good build, and your handshake back there felt strong. Your arms look like you pack a good punch. And you're calm. Reserved. You should think about doing some training-”

“Bruce. Pass the orange juice.”

“Your glass is still full, Jason.”

Jason hurriedly gulped down the entirety of his glass. “Now it’s not.”

Bruce thought nothing of it and passed it to Jason. You shifted in your seat, but you were still smiling. Softly, he ran placed his hand on your thigh to soothe you.

A few moments of silence. Bitter. Cold. But better than anything else, he guessed.

“Now,” Bruce said, finishing up his food. “What are your intentions with my son?”

A large spat of juice spurted out of Jason’s nose and mouth, and he quickly wiped it off with his napkin. “Mother-“

“Jason, you and I haven’t exactly had that talk. And I want to make sure both of you know what you're doing.”

“Who needs some more yams!?” Dick interrupted.

“Bruce. We are not talking about this.”

“I just want to know if you both are doing it properly and safely-“

You didn’t even look as uncomfortable as he was. You were trying so hard to bite off your laughter. Jason, on the other hand, just had the strength to talk through the juice he was tasting in his nostrils.

“You are both eighteen, now I’m not saying it isn’t allowed but-“

“Sir. More wine.” Alfred butted in.

There has never been so much chaos in a single room. It was like watching his own house burn in a fire and only getting to watch it outside, realizing he doesn’t have insurance and that his dog was still there and he couldn’t do anything to save him.

“I’m done eating. Come on Y/N. I’ll take you to the music room.”

“Is that what you kids call it these days!?” Dick burst into laughter.

Someday, he was going to murder his own family. In their sleep. Making sure they were looking straight into his eyes.  

He overheard them as they walked up the stairs.

“Sir, I recommend less alcohol the next time the boys bring in a friend.”

“Leave the door open, Jason!” Bruce called out to him.

Jason closed his eyes, imagined a white sandy beach with just you and him to calm his muscles so tense they were on the brink of explosion. You weren’t bothered at all, though. You were blushing, but when you were alone upstairs, you started laughing.

“Not funny.”

“Totally funny. I thought that guy was as stiff as a rock.”

“Bruce is only not embarrassing at moments when it doesn’t even matter.”

“Oh god,” you sighed, clutching your stomach. “I fucking love your family.”

You. Laughing. Holding and squeezing his arm so tightly. Then he took in the sound of your voice, so raw and genuine, holding back the rise in your pitch that usually happens when you were like this. This was what he wanted.

He decided to just shrug off his god-awfully embarrassing family and focus on you. At least it made you this happy.

“They love you, too. Too much.” He scoffed.

“Where’s the music room?”

“We’re not going there. I’m taking you somewhere else.”

“Oh,” you quirked up an eyebrow. “Where would that be?”

“It’s a place I found the first night I ran away from home. I came out this window right here. You can't go there from the main entrance.”

Another set of stairs down the hallway. He held your hand. “Slow down, Todd. I’m wearing heels.”

“Might I say you look fucking fantastic in them,” he winked.

“I’m the same height as you now, Jay. And these heels aren’t even that high,” you laughed.

“I don’t mind.”

A window at the far end. He opened it, swung his leg over then helped you on your feet. Then there was a wide plane of grass, empty from being at the far-left side of the manor, then Jason led you to a part of the fence that hadn’t been charged with voltage enough to incapacitate a man. He held it open, the earthy musk filling his nose with the sense of adventure he yearned for with you, then when you were out of the vicinity, he helped you walk through the bushes and grass, with trees high above you and some debris on the ground.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

It was actually not as near as he thought. Maybe it was because you walked much slower. But he enjoyed it, nevertheless. You were happier now, and it was the best sight to see since the day he met you. He held your hand tight, and you placed your other hand on his bicep. You were shivering. Thank god, it wasn’t snowing.

Walking through the forest, you looked up.

“Look,” you said. “Stars.”

He smiled before turning to your rosy cheeks and perfectly delicate lashes on your cheeks. “I know. We’re far enough from the city to see them.”

The leaves crinkling beneath his feet, he kissed your hand, and you kissed his back. You started leaning against his shoulder.

“Wow,” you said. “Is that a church?”

“A small chapel. Barely enough seats inside to sit fifteen people. But just look inside.”

You’d definitely compare this to one of your favorite movies, and he loved how much your face lit up at the spookiest things even he’s sometimes afraid of. The chapel, used to be white, was now a darkening pile of wood, barely safe enough to go into. There was a small, bronze bell at the top, a cross above the door, and even with the building itself not being so wide, its ceiling was tall enough to have a large circular stained glass just beneath the roof.

There was nothing else around it at all. Not even a cemetery. It was just by itself, being eating by the vines on the ground, and its roof was so rusted and brown that he could smell the staleness from where he was standing. To add to the creepiness, it was surrounded by trees enough to be completely dark, but with the flashlight from his phone, you could see everything. It was beautiful. You didn’t shake or feel scared at all. You smiled more the closer you stepped in.

“I think this used to be here all the way back to the wild west times.”

“Jason, this is amazing.”

The church pews were too broken to sit on, scattered on the sides of the floor. The altar was also completely hallowed out except for a small wooden table, a cross in the middle almost half his size, and a vase below it, probably to hold flowers.

Something he didn’t expect, but was so glad for, the moon was right above the stained glass, and from how brightly it shone, there was a single string of light, big enough to fill a large spot right in the center of the chapel’s aisle. He turned off the light of his phone.

Still standing by the door, you walked inside and stood right under that light.

Then you looked back at him, smiling so brightly and perfectly he swore the world moved just a bit slower so he’d catch every detail on your face.

Just you, in an empty, abandoned church. He placed his hands in his pockets with him unknowingly smiling at you so much his face started to hurt. You looked at him, then up at the stained glass, where you stayed for a long while just mesmerized by the light.

It hit your face just as perfectly as he’d envision. Your cheekbones were up in a smile, your dress staying still from the lack of wind. You looked so peaceful and seamless. Your eyes so wide, your nose crinkling from the dust, your hair so delicately laying on your back. All the emptiness in him, and every other feeling other than the slow, overwhelming warmth that came with a twisting in his ribs, he ignored it.

You were everything he wished for. Nothing he expected.

And just like that, Jason fell in love with you exactly like he did the first time.

Jason took his phone, then his earphones and plugged it in, scrolling for a song. He slowly walked over to you, and you took steps to close your distance between you and him.

He placed one earbud to his left ear and the other to your right.

.

Tell me, tell me that you want me

And I'll be yours completely, for better or for worse

I know, we'll have our disagreements

Be fighting for no reason, I wouldn't change it for the world

.

You had to catch your breath the moment you listened in to the lyrics. The words made you choke, even more when he took your hands, trailing his palms down your arms and placing them around his neck. He held your waist so delicately, then started to sway.

.

You make my heart feel like it's summer

When the rain is pouring down

You make my whole world feel so right when it's wrong

That's how I know you are the one

That's why I know you are the one

.

You had your eyes closed, and finally, finally, you leaned in to him without a chance at letting go. You swayed with him so naturally, your body felt one. He closed his eyes as well and basked in your warmth, your scent. The light was starting to fade, standing in the middle of the only source.

.

Life is easy to be scared of

With you I am prepared for what is yet to come

'Cause our two hearts will make it easy

Joining up the pieces, together making one

.

Your head slipped to his side so your cheek touched his. It felt warmer that way. He felt closer. You looked behind him, stuck your nose to his ear. You controlled your breaths before everything started crashing into you like a maniacal bus. You weren’t about to cry. Not even when your chest was twisting so much that it hurt. It was all so beautiful. Nothing that you thought wouldn’t overwhelmed you.

He kissed your cheek, and his lips stayed there indefinitely. You breathed in, pulled him even closer into your arms while still keeping your light swaying. He held you so close. And if it wasn’t just you, you could have sworn you felt a tear fall down to your shoulder. His tear. He held your waist tighter but still kept with his swaying. “I’m so sorry…”

“Shh…”

.

When we are together you make me feel like my mind is free

And my dreams are reachable, oh oh oh oh

You know I never ever believed in love or believed one day

That you would come along

And free me

.

He slightly pulled back and kissed you, so gently in the lips. You still held him as close to you as you could. The words. The dust flying about in the room. Nothing has ever felt so calm. The beating in the song, it matched the beating of his heart. Jason stopped swaying now and started holding the back of your head, never letting you slip from his hold.

You didn’t this time. You kissed him back just as equally wanting as he was. And he felt that love. The love he yearned too much from you.

.

That's why I know you are the one

That's how I know you are the one

.

A love you’d never trade for anything. A love you’d always come back to no matter what. A love you never wanted to give up on, no matter how much life convinced you things weren’t about to get better. Even when the song ended, he held you, kept kissing you, and you weren’t about to count the minutes for it to end. This night. Nothing was going to end.

You wanted to beat yourself up for everything that happened, to let those days go to waste, sulking and letting your pride take the best of you. Oh, how he changed you, and so much for the better. Because now, you were going to let yourself lose. You were willingly going to put everything aside for him. Because no matter what, it all ends up boiling down to him.

Everything. He was everything. He was the stars. He was the trees. He was the soil beneath and the song you listened to. Jason was everything to you. And nothing, not even you, will get in the way between you being happily cradled in his arms.

“Happy Anniversary,” Jason whispered to your ear.

You were crying now. Definitely. With the clock striking 12, you’ve been with Jay for a year. The best year of your life. You kissed him again.

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He took you home later than anticipated. But you weren’t complaining. You just never wanted that rush of happiness and peace to end. He parked his car, held your hand even when it was just a small walk to your apartment, and when you reached the door, he kissed you again under the lamppost.

You giggled when he bit onto your lip, and with your arms around him, you pressed your noses together.

“Wanna stay over?” you winked.

You swore you heard Jason squeal. “Really?”

“Really,” you ran a hand down his chest. “It’s our anniversary. Let’s spend it right.”

“And your parents?”

“Dad isn’t here. Mom’s asleep.”

Feeling his hand further down your back, you kissed him again. “Come on.”

Jason nodded far too enthusiastically and you both kept your laughs as quiet as you could when you held hands walking into the apartment.

He closed the door behind him, then locked it. Taking your coats and shoes off, you laughed when Jason suddenly held your waist and slammed the both of you onto the bed.

You didn’t care about anything else any longer. You were there. Jason was there. You giggled. You straddled his hips. He kissed you until your lips were numb. You gripped on his hair. He couldn’t stop grinning. You couldn’t stop laughing.

You rolled around the bed for hours you didn’t count. Soft. Happy. Just as it was. You never felt so light hearted, so warm, yet enjoyed the coolness that ran through your skin where his body wasn’t touching.

He was flat on the bed, and you on top of him. His hands were on your waist, trailing down your back until he reached your ass. When he squeezed, you gasped and bit his lip, and this time, you didn’t move his hands away.

You mewled into his lips when he squeezed harder, moving your dress up so slowly and delicately you wouldn’t have noticed until his hot palms were massaging your bare ass. When you grinded into him, his grip tightened even further until his nails were digging into your flesh.

You sat up, and with his glistening eyes, mouth parted to let his tongue seep out, he watched you like you were a goddess.

You pulled on the hem of your dress, up off your arms and threw it across the room.

He looked adorable, gulping and flushing red at the sight of you. But he also looked like he was holding himself back from absolutely devouring you. He marveled over your body, eyes all over every inch of your now exposed skin. He licked his lips, practically drooling over the bed. His hands went up your hips, lingering up and down your waist, and with your hold, you led him up to your breasts.

Jason groaned and you felt him harden beneath you. You grinded, and the friction of his jeans against your thin panties, it was amazing. He let you roll your hips again, taking in your flushed skin and raw state. Wanting more, more of him, you pulled on his shirt and he sat up to help you get it off him.

Skin against skin, you moaned just at your body warmth being so pressed closely against each other. His lips were all over you. Your neck. Your lips. Your chest. Your shoulders. Your collarbone. Your lips again. Your cheek. Your breasts.

“Fuck…” you heard him whisper, and you realized his fingers were doing their best to take your bra off. Chuckling, you helped him.

And when he took it off, he looked like a ten-year old boy on his first-time watching porn. He kneaded your breasts, taking them in for a sweet, special moment, then you moaned your loudest when his lips wrapped around your nipple, gently nipping at them with his teeth, then circled his tongue around so much that his hot drool soaked down your skin.

Your hands were down to his jeans, taking his belt off. He pulled away and took them off for you, along with his underwear.

Drooling at the sight of his very hard cock, you held it in your hand. You’ve done this before. Jacked him off. But that was practically it. And now, as nervous as you were, you didn’t want to mess this up.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Jason breathed into your lips.

You nodded. “Yes… I’m ready. Are you?”

“Damn straight, I am.”

Laughing, he held your hand and guided you with your pumps, making it even harder as he raised his hips to thrust into your palm.

Biting into your neck, you pumped harder, now on your own, then you felt his own hand down your ass, reaching over to reach your clothed pussy from behind. You both moaned, and when you felt his fingers set your panties aside.

“Do you have-“

“Yeah… shit it’s in my wallet.”

You smiled and bit your nail while grinning as Jason pulled away from you, quickly raced to his jeans on the floor to get the condom from his wallet. “You’re a dork.”

Jason held the back of your head, kissed you, then pushed you onto the bed to let you lie on your back. He wasn’t in a hurry. You had the whole night. And you loved it. You threw your head back, spread your legs to let him settle between them, then his lips were back on your body.

Never have you felt so connected with anyone. And it was amazing. And you never felt so worshipped, so beloved. Jason suckled on your breasts, your hands an outlet by gripping ferociously onto his hair, then he kissed down your stomach, your navel, the patch of hair down there once he shrugged you off your panties. And when you felt the cool air brush against your clit, it was replaced by his tongue. “Fuck, you're wet.”

“Oh…” you screamed, mouth so rounded. Your head was at the edge of the bed, almost hanging, and you started seeing stars at just the mere sensation of Jason’s tongue on you. He wasn’t very skilled, yet, it felt good. Something so new, so wet and delicate and intimate. He lapped at your folds, and when he found your clit, he flicked his tongue over it.

“Jason…” you mewled, and he let you bring his head back to your level with just holding his hair. While you kissed all over his face, neck, and shoulders, he was looking down at his cock to put on the condom.

Lips on your cheek, breathing and whispering into your ear, your hands trailed down his back and settled on his rippling muscles.

Looking straight into your eyes, foreheads glued, you felt his fingers spread you apart, inserting into you to get you loosened up for him.

“Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” you gasped. Then his cock, so much thicker than his fingers, slid into your cunt. And at that, you felt one with him. You were one. You were one being.

Holding onto his shoulders, gripping so tight as you cried and felt yourself stretch around him, he hissed at the pain as well. “Fucking shit, you're so tight.”

“Fuck…” you moaned into his ear. You loved the pain, loved it so much you wanted to feel it over and over again. You loved the way he was inside you, pushing your walls apart. You loved it even more when he slightly shifted and felt him move inside you.

“Please, Jay…”

He kissed you to ease the pain, then he pulled back, he looked down and saw a bit of your blood on his cock and the sheets. “Shit…”

“It’s okay. Keep going.”

Lost in his eyes, he pushed back inside you, kissed you hard to conceal your gasps, then moved again. Again. Then again. You were biting into his shoulder, letting the surging buzz consume you. His hand went down to hold your ass, your thighs, he pushed them back so he could go in even deeper. “Oh!”

That’s when it started to feel really good. He gained his pace, though still a bit uneven and sloppy, it felt good nevertheless. You were trembling under him, and you bit onto his lips.

You flipped over. He grabbed your ass, you held his neck. Then you started slowly bouncing onto his cock. Moaning your name, Jason caught your nipple in his teeth and you threw your head back.

All this just felt so unreal. You knew you were gonna have sex soon enough. But this? You could ignore the awkward. The mistakes. The cursing. The nerves. You just felt him, opening you up and showing you a whole new kind of love that made you feel so cherished and other-worldly. He held your hips, thrusted up to you to hit it even deeper. And as he did that, his thumb went over to your clit.

“Fuck! Yes, Jason!” you screamed. The bed was rocking, hitting the wall. You put your hand against it to keep you from falling over, but the mind-blowing surges were shooting up all over your limbs and you couldn’t even sit yourself straight up. But he held you. So tightly, he did.

One with him. All of him. You wanted everything that he was. Hands all over his body, lips where you could touch, you wanted every part of him and never did you want this to stop. You weren’t chasing anything. You just wanted him whole. You wanted this to last and feel him all night. And god, was it hot, feeling your ass slap his skin, his cock throbbing inside you. And the way he was holding you, looking at you to make sure you felt just as fucking amazing as he was, you clenched around him.

You were feeling something build up your core, down there where the shivers started to overtake. You held it off the best you can, but then Jason came first. He tightened around you, holding your body so hard you were going to bruise. He moaned your name over and over, into your ear, and the feel of his breath tickling your neck sent the hairs at the back of your neck stand. Mixed with the everything else going on, you wanted to explode.

And before his high ended, he slammed into you so good and fast, you instantly came apart.

An orgasm like this felt so much deeper, like it came from all the way inside you in places you’d never otherwise reach. And it was all over you, all over your limbs. So uncontrollably overwhelming, and the best part was, it came from him. Jason. Fuck, this was the best thing ever.

You both fell flat on the bed, panting. You were on top of him, on his chest, and with the last of his strength, he pulled you closer and placed a kiss on your head.

It took a while for the high to subside. When it did, Jason threw the condom into a nearby trash can and pulled out your blanket to wrap both of you around it.  You snuggled into his chest.

“I love you…” you said into his ear.

Grinning so wide, Jason pulled you closer. “I love you.”

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Now

You didn’t tell the therapist everything, but you told her enough.

“So you made up after that fight after all?”

You nodded. “After a few days, yes. I met his family, he made sure our anniversary was memorable, and at that moment, I loved him more than ever.”

The therapist leaned over, letting you take a moment to smile sadly at that memory. Until now, you could still feel his arms around your naked body, cuddled while the first snowfall of the year happened outside.

You remembered how at that moment, all you thought about was how you had so much hope for things to finally get better, just like it always was. That everything in front of you would be nothing but pure happiness and utter carelessness, mess around with your boyfriend, have a blast and enjoy your youth.

You knew, deep in your heart, that bad things were inevitable, but at that time you thought it were only from fights, the normal like. The kind you were used to. The kind that was expected. You knew it wasn’t always going to be perfect. But you’d do it all over again. Just like the song you danced to said in that beautiful night at the chapel. Over and over again. That was what you hoped for.

But you never thought that the absolute worst thing you ever could have thought of ended up being what happened.

“I really did forgive him after that.”

“But?”

“But…”

You felt your heart shatter at the thought of how that memory turned out to be one of the last good ones. Like a moment in time you wished had just stopped there, frozen forever. You desperately wanted to go back, relieve that happiness that seemed so everlasting even when it wasn’t.

Maybe, in a way, it was everlasting, because you could play that memory so easily recalled from the back of your mind.

Gripping your own thighs, you breathed.

“That was also the night I found out where he got those bruises…”

She looked intrigued, pulling out her notebook. “It seems this reason brings you anger.”

“At first, it did…”

“What was it?”

You were going to have to lie. Thankfully, you thought this through the moment you decided to be here.

“He runs away from home a lot. And when he does, he goes back to his old neighborhood for… things he hadn’t settled yet since before he was adopted by Bruce. A lot of thugs live there. And they know who he is. Sometimes just a light punch in the gut. Sometimes he gets beaten down.”

She wasn’t allowed to react judgingly, but you saw her look at you differently when you mentioned that. “I see…”

“I found out about it when he left the room and saw him turn to his old street from out my window.”

“Did he know? That you found out?”

You looked down at your hands. “No…”

-----

Then

You were woken up by light kisses down your face. You smiled, humming to his lips. But when you woke up finding it was still dark, Jason already dressed and standing over your bed, you sat up.

“You’re leaving?”

“I have to go, okay? Bruce is looking for me. I’ll be back after lunch tomorrow.”

You didn’t want him to leave. You pouted, holding his hand refusing to let go. He just laughed and kissed your eyelids. “I’ll be back before you wake up in the morning, then. You won't notice I’m gone.”

“Fine.” You leaned back on the bed. Giving you one last kiss to your face, he walked over to the door.

You smiled at him, and he smiled back. he left the room with your heart so light and happy and everything you yearned for with him.

But you weren’t able to go back to sleep. You just lied there on your empty bed, seeing the light outside coming to a light purple. Your legs were aching. Your whole body was throbbing. Sex was fucking amazing. You definitely wanted another round when he comes back tomorrow.

Grabbing your dress, you pulled it on and went out to get a glass of water. All that panting made you wake up extremely thirsty.

Then, you opened the window of your fire exit to let in some air. Drinking from your glass, you watched the dim sky and the lights of the city shining against it.

A figure. At the far-off rooftop.

You squinted your eyes and leaned over the window.

It was jumping around, leaping from one roof to another. He was in a hurry. It was a man. No. A boy?

And with the sky giving you enough light, you saw red and yellow on his suit. And a cape on his back. You saw him fire something from his hand, then he shot up to a rooftop.

Robin?

Bewildered, you watched in awe.

You’ve never seen him in action before. Just in news articles from photographers at night trying their best to have a good picture of him, which they almost never do.

He moved so quickly. And he was getting closer. Close enough for you to notice his movements and his hair.

A head of black hair, bouncing as he moved, it reminded you of the way it did when Jason-

No.

No.

No.

No.

No…

The glass in your hand broke into thousands of shards when it met the ground.

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The attitude killer.

Summary: What happens when Ethan can’t take your attitude anymore?

warning: smut, it’s rough, daddy!kink

Ethan has been dealing with this all day, usually it wouldn’t bother him so much, but already waking up on the wrong side of the bed, from the moment he woke up all he heard was complaining from Gray, and just to top it off you were in the worst mood ever.

He didn’t even bother talking to anymore, between his brother and girlfriend he was left in a deep scowl and a slight headaches. Being the stubborn person you are, he  the only response being you saying something snarky, or giving attitude, which would make him even angrier. At the moment you were really annoyed as well as Ethan stopped trying to communicate, almost as if he was mad at you for yelling at him this morning.

A thick layer of silence cascades the room, no words said because there was nothing, but every time you looked up to see Ethan on the other couch, purposely keeping his distance the annoying sounds of his keyboard clicking against his thumbs, as if he actually had someone to text, which annoyed you more. He was only doing it to get your attention. Ethan was texting someone though, Grayson, telling him to pick up some dinner before coming home, wanting to make sure you ate today. Ethan’s quietness was scary, never in his life had he gone more than ten minutes without talk, and keeping his distance from you was hard due to the black lacy hipster panties wrapped tightly against your hips, only thing covering you from up top was his white shirt, which was translucid against the perky pink nipples, erect from the low breeze of the fan, giving him almost the whole view.  Ethan had been painfully horny all day, but felt it pushed aside in annoyance, must like the rest of his emotions. As time passed, eyes scamming from your phone to the white wall decorated with picture of Grayson, Ethan and their family, you finally snapped. “You’re just going to ignore me all day?!”

Ethan looked up from his phone with an annoyed look, mouth opening to say something, but quickly closing because of the fact he didn’t want to hurt your feelings, or make it worse, but couldn’t help but feel the rush of anger reach his chest, where it began to boil. He was stick of hearing your attittude already. “Real fucking mature Ethan.”

And with those words Ethan snapped, “I’m sick of your fucking attitude today!”. Voice hoarse as fire erupted his throat, dropping his phone to the couch, as he sat up to face you, dark eyes taking you in, he was talking again before you even had a chance.

“Take your panties off, and come over here now.” Now it was your turn to be quiet, mostly because of the shock of his words, especially in a situation like this, Ethan had never been the type to boss you around like this, it was surprising is all. “What you can’t hear now? You seemed to be able to hear when I did say anything right. Now take your fucking panties off, and sit on my fucking lap.”

Ethan wasn’t in the mood to be negotiated with, you didn’t even want to risk not listening to him at this point, plus you could practically feel the heat rising from his body. Anger warmed his whole body, lips already slightly red due to his lips he continued to suck in annoyance. Ethan’s eyes followed your every movement, as your fingers slip between the band of your underwear and the skin there, slowly pushing them down your legs, spreading them slightly to reveal your pussy to him. Ethan’s stomach tightened at the sight, cock growing hard underneath his sweats, as he sat up.

“Stand up.” As you do the shirt falls mid thigh, as you no longer were left exposed to him, “Take it off.”

“But what if gray comes home.” Finger’s falling to the hem on the shirt, tugging it down lower nervously.

“I don’t care, I said take it off babygirl, or you’re not going to like what’s going to happen.” Ethan’s words sending a shock of excitment, and a wave of heat to your body. Pussy growing wetter and wetter by the second, with just Ethan’s smug face smirking at you, Ethan leans back watching as his shirt is thrown over your head, revealing your bare body to him.

Ethan’s hand falls to his hard member squeezing it through the thin sweats as it aches for you. He shift sitting up, arms reaching out to you, “Get over here, and put that mouth to good use, since you’ve been fucking running it all day.”

As quickly as you possibly could you sunk to your knees in front of Ethan, as his muscles tighten taking the tank top over his head, throwing somewhere into the living room. Finger’s play with the waist band of his sweats, before curling around them. Your actions were stopped as his finger’s cupped your chin, not enough to hurt you, but to show you he meant business.

“Did you ask? because I don’t remember saying take my pants off?” Ethan’s words were venom, this was probably one of the worst times of anger for him. 

“No I’m sorry daddy.” A shock of pleasure running straight through his body to his cock, which at the moment was begging for you, but Ethan intended on making you suffer a little bit.

“Can I touch you? I wanna suck you off daddy.” Ethan let out a tiny groan, pressing his thumb against your chin roughly, this fingers leaving a trail of heat on their way to your breast, which he cups softly, feeling the soft flesh against him.

“Fine, only because you asked so nicely.” With Ethan’s help his sweats and boxers were down in seconds, revealing his swollen pleasure to you. First your tongue met his balls, licking a stride against them before taking one into your mouth, Ethan’s head already falling back into the couch, hands gathering your hair into messy pony tail, making it easier to control the situation. Finally with small kisses against his thighs his tip pushed past your lips, and Ethan swore he never felt anything better, except for what will happen in a few minutes.

The mixture of salty pre-cum and your saliva filling all taste buds, making making the perfect warmth for Ethan. You waste no time at all, taking him inside your mouth to the point that your lips were completely around him, him in the back of your throat, your nose tickled by the little curly hairs on his lower abdomen. Your hand wrapped around his lower shaft as your mouth moved up, moving back down until you met your hand and repeating the process.

“So good babygirl.” Ethan whimpers, grip tightening around your hair, as you gag around him. “Holy fuck.”

Ethan could feel the distant building of heat inside his stomach, he wasn’t close, but he was closer then he wanted to be at this point, but couldn’t find himself to deny the pleasure he was recieving as you mouth took him in once again.

Finally despite his body begging for you to continue, Ethan pulled you up by your arm, onto his lap,  your bare mound against his aching cock. The slick of your wetness coating him completely, “So wet baby, holy fuck.”

His finger dipped down to your wet slit, only sticking a finger in a quarter of the way, just to coat some wetness before slipping it past his lips, wanting a taste. “Mmmm.” He repeated the same actions, patting her lips, “I want you to taste yourself.”

Opening your mouth, and rolling your tongue against your finger before closing your lips around it, sickling the rough skin, “Such a bad girl aren’t you baby?” The heat of Ethan’s chest flushing your skin, almost so much you became slightly dizzy at the bliss. 

As your lips met Ethan’s, tongue eagerly meeting his, rolling against it. Ethan kissed back, hands falling to the back of your hair, tugging it gentlely hips bucking as you lowered herself against his cock, at this point Ethan didn’t even believe it could be called dry humping, especially because of how wet you were, despite not being inside of you, the swosh of your wetness every time you moved up against his cock, and it was the hottest thing he’s ever seen. 

Finally Ethan had enough, flipping you against the couch, so you sat back facing him knees against the leather.  Ethan gave you a gentle push, “Ass up baby.”

Ethan couldn’t help but groan at the sight of you, naked, pussy in the air for him. He crawled behind you, hand kneading the flesh of your ass cheaks, left one coming up to spank you, so hard it sent a tingle of pain throughout your body, along with a squeal. His lips came down tot he point of attack though, pressing a small kiss against it, then using his hand to run over the bubbling spot. “You looked so good with your pretty little lips around my cock, but I gotta say seeing you like this baby will never get old.”

Ethan’s large hand guiding down your back, feeling your spine against his own skin, hand reached the back of your neck, then back up until he reached your ass, where he now was so close to your throbbing heat.

“Beg me.” Ethan mumbles, “Since you’ve been running your mouth all day for the bad reasons, I wanna hear it for the good, I wanna hear how much you want me.”

“Daddy, i want you so bad, please.” Ethan wasn’t convinced, as his finger moved further from your pussy, “No no daddy please, i want you so bad, and I’m sorry for giving you attitude, just please please fuck it out of me, please.”

He seemed satisfied with your answer as he pressed a small kiss against the back of your thighs, lip meeting with your clit, sending a whine to fill your body. Ethan didn’t waste any time, puckering his lips and sucking your heat, tongue trusting inside of your tight hole, enjoying the sounds coming from you.

Wet, sloppy noises falling from the two where they connected as his mouth met your wetness again.The sounds he was making with his lips and tongue, almost sinful as a rush of heat runs through your body, “Fuck Ethan, fuck!”

The tip of Ethan’s tongue flickered the soft bundle of nerves making you mewl, his finger filling you snuggly, not wasting any time as he finger fucked you as roughly as he could, the sounds falling from between your legs were heavenly as him, wetness literally dripping from your thighs, and onto the sofa, which Ethan could care less about right now.

“E, baby I’m gonna cum.” Ethan took that as his sign to stop, pulling out his finger, eyes running over your swollen pussy, red with pleasure. 

“Ethan what the fuck? I was so close. ” You groan into the pillow, almost lifting your head, but Ethan’s hand meets your hair, pressing you back against the soft material. 

“Watch your fucking mouth, i won’t let you cum at all.” He growls, anger once again filling his body. No matter what he tried he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop the fire inside your body, he secretly loved in, but after hearing it all day, he was at the point where he couldn’t take it.

Ethan knelt between your thighs, spreading your legs. His erect cock resting in his hand, other hand resting against your ass, squeezing it softly.  The sudden feeling of a burning, but pleasurable stretching causing a small gasp to fall from lips, that were swollen due to being wrapped around Ethan.

Ethan’s finger came behind you to tease the bundle of nerves, making your whine with every inch of his cock, until he completely bottomed out inside of you. “Ethan oh my god.”

It’s been a few days, between editing and shooting for the new video Ethan was busy and always with his brother, hence he whole reason you had attittude in the first place. 

Ethan watched his cock disappear and reappear into your silky opening, a wave of pleasure filling him every time. The sight of his cock covered in your arousal had his thighs shaking, stomach heating up, his whole body on fire. With every push of hips, strokes steady and long, hitting the bottom of you every single time.

The sounds falling from you were those of a porn star and Ethan was loving every second of it, hips rolling against yours, pussy dripping between the two of you, covering his thighs, rolling down yours.. Ethan watched your body bounce with every trust, listening to the begging of coming.

Back arching pushing him deeper inside of you, hitting your sweet spot as Ethan’s hand rest against the small of your back, giving him a better angle to fuck you senselessly. “Ethan, Ethan.”

Nails digging into the flesh of your hip as Ethan felt himself grow closer and closer, heating building deep inside of his stomach. You moaned at the feeling of his cock roughly hitting that spot, and the sounds of your wetness dripping around him. “i’m so close E.” you managed to mumble throughout the pleasure in a high pinched voice.

“Come for daddy baby, and I’ll forgive you for being such a brat today.”  Your orgasm approached you quickly, clenching around Ethan, releasing the heat deep inside your stomach., Ethan on the other hand continued to drive his cock deep inside of you a small whine falling from his lips. 

With the last of his trust, his stomach exploded, and without a second thought, he milked himself inside you, filling you with his hot, seeping seed mixing with your moisture as he watched it drip out of you. 

Ethan’s fingers hook around you arm turning you to face him, as you both breath with heavy breaths, trying to calm your bodies. The fumbling of the door, had Ethan look at you with wide eyes. 

“I love you brat.”

okay that was my first full smut ever and it took me like 4 days to write bc i stared at the screen for hours :))

[ethxndolan]

you could do the extended version of what their gfs would be like 😏 orrrrr describe what they would do on a night in with their gf. thank you ily

OKAY *cracks knuckles* here we go this turned into way more of what they would do on a night in than i intended lol:

Grayson: so i feel like a night in, without ethan, would have to be scheduled and planned lmao and it would be this coveted special time where its just the two of them because ethan’s always around or they’re always out doing stuff. I think gray would like over plan tf out of it like he would lowkey be out here with a schedule like “first were gonna watch a movie and cuddle, then were going to order pizza, then i’m going to destroy you in mario cart, and then were going to watch another movie - but it has to be a light and funny one so i can fall asleep later, and then were going to eat ice cream and then were going to dance or some shit and then were gonna bang soft and slow all night.” i feel like it would be such a big deal to gray but she would just like giggle and think its cute but not at all give a shit about what they actually do, she just wants to spend time with gray alone in any way she can. i feel like something would inevitably go wrong, like the power would go out or ethan would come home early or they would watch a shitty movie, and grayson would get all flustered and upset that the night wasn’t perfect but she would assure him over and over again that she was having the best time just being with him. omg and i think he would die if she said that? u know like i think so many of their friends have been fake or using them or whatever, that his gf just wanting to be with him and do nothing would just mean the world to him and make his heart melt. but i dont think he would say anything, i think his eyes would light up and he would smile softly. and i think she would go out of her way to distract him and get his mind off the fact that things didnt go as planned, like she would start a food fight or a pillow fight bc she knew that if she could just get him laughing everything would be okay. and i feel like she would come up with some dumb idea to do something like build a fort or do his makeup or braid his hair or something but while they were doing that dumb thing i think they would be laughing so hard but also really connecting and like vining and having a deep talk bc they don’t get to be alone that often and i think she would tell him about something new she discovered like her new favorite book or some restaurant she wanted to try and gray would silently make a note to do something about that later. i just see grayson getting so frazzled about this precious time together and that it’s so important and everything has to go as planned, but like she doesn’t and she calms him down when things go wrong and she knows exactly how to distract him and cheer him up and she just like totally makes the night cracking jokes and talking shit about ethan in a loving way and i just think it would be the soFTEST AND SWEETEST NIGHT and when the night ended and they were laying in bed cuddling she would be asleep in his arms and gray would just be like beaming and thinking about how lucky he is to have her 

Ethan: so i think a night in with ethan would be totally different. i think it would kind of be the reverse of a night in w gray, like i think as soon as grayson left the apartment ethan would jump on his gf so fast and would tear her clothes off and be in such a hurry to bang and they would go at it and it would be rough and wild bc they finally wouldn’t have to worry about gray hearing them. and then i imagine them laying in bed after cuddling and like complementing each other like “oh ya that one thing w ur tongue, A+”. and then i think they would be like im hungry and so they’d be like half dressed and she would be wearing his t-shirt and nothing else and they would order in food and like she would go to open the door and the delivery guy would be there and be flustered by here just in a t-shirt and ethan would like show up behind her and clear his throat and grab the food and slam the door in the guys face and she would scold him and be like ethan wtf and his only answer would be like grunting “ur mine” and then after they eat or whatever that’s when i see them being all soft and cuddly and like laying in bed or on the couch tangled up in each other and i feel like they would have deep talks and just like talk about everything that’s stressing them out and venting to each other and i just feel like they would be laying in silence talking as ethan traces his fingers over her skin and listens to her complain about work and her friends and i feel like they would start to get bored and she would be like omg lets watch this movie or let me show you this youtube channel I’ve been watching like crazy and it would be something he’s not normally into and he would like fake complain and be like omg why let’s not but he would be kidding? u know like acting like he doesnt want to but really he wants to do anything that makes his girl happy. idk i see ethan being softer in his actions rather than his words? like he would always be touching her in the slightest way and not even notice he’s doing it and he would always be sending her music he thinks she would like even if he’s not into it at all and he would buy them tickets for some band he hates but he wants to go for her like i think he would show his love by doing things (dont get me wrong i think he would say i love u a lot) but i dont think it would talk about his feelings all the time? like i dont think he would sit around and talk about how important she is to him- but he would do things above and beyond that show it. LIKE WHEN HE GOT GRAYSON THE BRONCO DONT TALK TO ME it would be shit like that and i think she would freak out and be like omg omg omg i love u i love u and be like crying and ethan would jokingly like be like ew dont be so soft its not a big deal but he would be kidding u know just like down playing how big of a deal it is. i think it would genuinely be the one time in his life he’s not being dramatic and like is pretending something isn't a big deal. anyway back to a night in, like i literally don’t see them getting out of bed i think they would just lay together all night and i think they would SO talk about conspiracy theories and the meaning of life and she would just listen to ethan explain theory after theory and she would think it was so cute how excited and animated he got talking about them and ethan would love that he could share them w her and even if she didn’t actually believe them so she would so be like contributing to his theory and i think the later it got the softer ethan would get and he’d be extra snuggly and like ask her to run her hands thru his hair and he would be vulnerable in the late hours of the night in a way he usually isn’t and i think they would stay up super late and fall asleep and not even realize it and im so soft for this i love ethan 

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rockabye (4) - jackson

pairing: jackson x reader rating: mature genre: angst, romance, smut warnings: nudity? no nsfw action in this chapter. word count: 1952 summary: life isn’t easy being a single parent, especially such a young one. but you do your best to make him happy and make sure his life is better than yours was, even if that means ‘exotic dancing’. he’s your entire world; the only man you’ll ever need. until you meet a certain idol who changes things almost as much as your son did.

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The first thing you notice upon walking up to the club are the workers replacing the sign on top of the awning out front.

So. A new name for new management, huh?

You walk in to find that your coworker was right. The place is near shambles as men run around back and forth with boxes from the office. There are people behind the bar doing inventory of the liquor, as well as repainting the back wall.

Over in the lounge, there are some of your coworkers, each sitting across from a man at separate tables. They’re going over paperwork, and you see some of them already signing.

“What is this?” You demand as you walk over to Jisoo, one of the younger dancers.

She looks up at you, and so does the man, looking annoyed at being interrupted.

“Who are you? What’s going on here?” Your commotion gains the attention of the people around you. The man talking with Jisoo stands up, but before he can say anything, another man comes from the hallway that leads to the office.

“Everything alright out here?” He questions, and his presence seems to cause some of the men at the tables to tense and stand up. The man—you guess he is the new owner and your new boss—looks to you, and he gives you a sickeningly sweet smile. His energy is creepy and commanding, and you can’t help the uneasy feeling in your stomach.

“Are you in charge here?” You ask him, setting your bag on the table next to you as you build your courage back up.

“I am now.” He takes the few steps down into the lounge to meet where you stand. He’s much taller than you, and you’re forced to tilt your chin up to look at him. “What can I help you with, doll?”

Forcing yourself not to cringe at the stench of cigar smoke coming off of him, your eyes narrow briefly at the pet name before answering him. “I’d love to know what’s going on, sweetheart.”

He doesn’t miss your tone, but the grin doesn’t leave his face.

“Well, of course. You can call me Mr. Park, and due to unfortunate circumstances with the last owner, I’m taking over here. These are lawyers I hired to go over the new contracts with you girls. I want to make sure you’re all aware of the changes that will be made. It’s all to protect the business—and you girls—of course.”

You don’t believe he’s half as concerned about any of you as he is with whatever he has planned for this place, and that worries you.

“Why don’t you take a seat, and we’ll read over things with you, hm?”

He has one of the “lawyers” sit you down and go over the papers with you. It’s all legal jargon and a lot of confusingly stated paragraphs. You don’t understand what a lot of it means, but the lawyer does his best to explain and answer any of your questions. He’s nice and patient with you, but even as you sign and initial the contract, you feel uneasy about it all.

JYP informs everyone that the club will be closed the next few days for redecorating, so you make your way back home, annoyed by this new situation and also having to have left Jackson to abruptly.

When you get home, you see that Hana and Grayson are out. With the house to yourself, you decide a hot bubble bath will take care of today’s stress.

Jackson texted you earlier as you were going over the new contract, asking if everything was okay, and you feel bad for not responding sooner.

I’m not entirely sure yet, but don’t worry about me. I’m a big girl :)

You leave your phone on the side of the bathtub, momentarily forgotten as you sink into the warm water. It was rare for you to get these moments to yourself, and you find yourself dozing off…

The loud buzzing of your phone against the bathtub jerks you awake, though. The continuing vibrations tell you it’s a phone call, and you shake your hand dry best you can and tap at the screen without looking, before leaning over to grab a towel to dry your hands off properly.

“Hello?”

“Hey! Just wanted to check in with you. Why am I looking at the ceiling?”

Jackson’s voice causes you to yelp in shock. How did you not realize he was facetiming you?

“Um!” You fumble with the towel for a moment, drying off your hands, and settle back down, ensuring you were fully covered by the bubbles as you pick up the phone to face you.

Jackson realizes where you are, and you can see his face redden. You try to ignore the feeling of delight at seeing him like this.

“Sorry. I was half asleep when I answered. Thought it was just a phone call.”

He raises his brows and gives you a teasing glance. “Do you always answer the phone while taking a bath?”

“It might have been important! Don’t judge me.”

He laughs, and you can’t help but notice his eyes moving down the screen. You bite your lip subconsciously, grinning despite yourself.

“Don’t do that,” he pouts.

“Do what?” You ask, unaware you had done anything at all.

“The lip thing. I don’t like it.”

You laugh. “Lip thing? Oh, you mean this?” You repeat the offensive gesture, only to laugh when he huffs.

“Yeah, that! Stop it.”

“Why? It’s a harmless lip bite. It’s a habit of mine.”

“Well, you should stop it.”

“Or what?” This back and forth is fun, and it has you feeling giddy. You can’t help but tease him right back, curious to see where it goes.

“Or I’ll hang up on you.”

“You called me!”

“You answered!”

You roll your eyes. “On accident.”

“Uh-huh. That’s what you want me to think. Or maybe your plan was to seduce me.”

“Is it working?”

You didn’t mean to say that—or maybe you did, but not like that. Not insinuating anything. Not meaning to initiate anything. But the obvious playful tone you both had is now laced with a specific kind of tension, and maybe you’re hoping it does initiate something.

Jackson blinks a few times, not expecting your reply. His pause makes you nervous that you’d gone too far, and you’re about to apologize when he surprises you with an answer.

“Maybe.”

You swallow, trying to maintain the flirty tone without giving away your nervousness. It’s not to be when he’s suddenly looking at you with hooded eyes seemingly darker than before despite the shitty call resolution.

“Good.”

Before either of you can say anything else, you hear the front door open and close, and you sit up abruptly.

“Grayson’s home. Can I call you later?”

You don’t notice his stuttering “Yeah, sure” or his pointedly not looking at the screen as you tell him “bye” and hang up. It’s not until you’re wrapping the towel around yourself that you realize you just flashed Jackson your boobs.

Nice going.

The rest of your night is filled with Grayson’s loud energy, and after dinner and a bath, he’s out like a light. You tuck him in and press a kiss to cheek, smiling as you crack the door closed. You collapse onto your bed and reach for your phone on your bedside table.

Your fingers are moving faster than your brain, and you realize you realize your automatic response to unlocking your phone is going straight to Jackson’s text messages. Biting your lip, you tap away at your screen and hit send.

>>Awake?

He doesn’t reply right away, so you pull out your laptop and browse the internet. About 20 minutes later, your phone buzzes beside you.

>>It’s 8:30pm, Y/N.

>>Oh. Right. Sorry.

Guess I’m just a little off tonight.

>>Everything okay?

You smile at his concern and before you can text back, he sends another text.

>>Wanna talk?

>>I’m always up for talking to you.

You’re pressing his name and calling him before he can text back.

“Hey,” he answers the phone. There’s some background noise, and you’re guessing it’s the others talking. “One second.”

Slowly the line gets quieter, and you imagine Jackson walking off to some secluded area of wherever he is.

“Okay, I’m all yours.”

A giggle escapes your lips at his words, and you lay back in bed, pushing your laptop off to the side.

“You’re not busy, are you?”

“Nope. We’re taking a break for a bit.” He pauses. “Um, so about earlier?”

You groan out of embarrassment and facepalm. “How about we don’t talk about that just like we don’t talk about you getting a boner for me?”

“Aish. Way to not talk about it,” he responds, and you can hear the teasing underneath his fake annoyance. “Actually, I just want to make sure everything is alright at work.”

“Everything is fine,” you answer, too quickly for your liking, and you wince. “There’s just… a new owner. It was kind of sudden. There will be some changes, but everything will be okay.” You try to ignore the fact that you sound more like you’re trying to convince yourself. “Enough about that. Tell me about your day.”

Jackson sighs, like he wants to ask you more, but he doesn’t, and you’re grateful.

“Uh, well, lots of dance practice. Talked to you. More dance practice. Pretty much nonstop dancing.”

“Legs feeling like jelly yet?”

He laughs. “I’m way beyond that. I’m surprised I’m still standing, to be honest.”

“Mm, I’m all snuggly in my nice warm bed. You jealous?” You ask, curling deeper into your sheets as you feel yourself getting sleepy.

There’s a beat before Jackson responds, and his voice is a touch lower than it usually is. “Yeah, I am.”

“Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll get to sleep at some point… this week maybe.”

Jackson hums. “You don’t know how right you are.”

Frowning, you respond, “Is it always like this?”

“No, not always. Just during comebacks. It’ll get back to normal in a few weeks. We’ll still be busy, but not as hectic.”

“Poor thing. You guys need a den mother. Someone to take care of you and to bake you cookies and make sure you’re eating and resting.”

“We do an okay job of it. Most of the time. I wouldn’t mind the cookies, though.”

“I’ll bake you as many cookies as you want,” you tell him, your voice getting lower with sleep. You didn’t realize how much today’s events took a toll on you until now.

Jackson breathes out a small chuckle. “I’ll hold you to it.” He pauses again. “Hey, Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Get some sleep.”

“Nooo,” you whine, but your eyes are already closed. “I want to talk to you. I want to see you.”

“I’ll let you know as soon as I get a free day. Promise. I should be getting back anyway.”

“Mm, goodnight, Jackson.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

You don’t remember hanging up or plugging your phone in to charge. At some point early in the morning, you find yourself reaching out for something—someone—in your dream. You slowly wake up when you realize he’s not actually there beside you, and you try to ignore the knot of disappointment in your stomach.

You know you’re setting yourself up for failure, but it’s been too long since you’ve felt this giddy about someone, so you tell yourself it’ll be okay. Even when things don’t work out the way you’d like.

You sigh and turn in bed, bringing the covers over your head and will yourself to fall back asleep.

Of course you had to fall for an idol.

I’m not super happy with this chapter, and I know the build is slow, but there’s a reason for it. Hope you enjoyed it! Feel free to leave feedback <3

xo Tyler