#they had a great time working and then jason cooked some food

[mocking-the-bird]

They working on a case together, exept Tim is the brain and Jason is the brawns

[jjenthusee]

Empty Plates

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

A/N: I SUCCESSFULLY MOVED SO THATS WHY I WAS GONE FOR A HOT MIN but i wanted to give u something while we wait for Racing Hearts pt. 4 :D ENJOY comment if ur comfortable and let me hear ur thoughts \(^~^)/

Tags: hurt/no comfort, angst, sorry yall we gon cry together

Word Count: 1.3k

He left.

Jason was gone.

The apartment was cold. The only outline of him ever being there was the blanket pushed aside, curving around where he used to lay on the bed.

Everything was too good while it lasted.

No matter how many times he left without a word, it felt like it started to hurt less and less the more you didn’t see him next to you.

You’ve always heard how great other people’s relationships were. Too good to be true. It feels like a dream.

And they were right.

It was like a dream.

But Jason was only in your life like a dream.

Only in your bed late in the night.

Willing to be there when the moon rose.

And like a dream, he disappeared. Only like a memory.

They say that hate is worse than love, but the opposite of love was indifference.

And you had no energy to care anymore.

——

So you woke up.

Like any other morning.

Folding your blankets, face blank, heart blank.

You took out loose leaf tea, started prepping breakfast as the water boiled.

Your morning gray.

No music, no color, no Jason.

It was silent, only the sounds of water boiling, popping from the heat.

Your knife hitting the cutting board.

New cooking pans on the stove.

Your body going through the motions without a thought.

You couldn’t bring yourself to think, to feel.

You ate your breakfast, sitting at the table, watching the traffic go by.

Steam hitting your face from the cup as you let it warm your fingers.

No one sitting across from you.

No second mug to mimic yours.

No legs and knees bumping into yours.

You didn’t have any appetite anymore.

You mentally reprimanded yourself for wasting food, but you dumped the rest in the trash, getting nauseous from the sight.

Putting any dirty dishes in the sink.

Chores can be completed later.

You sullenly grabbed some clothes, getting in the shower.

You stood, letting your head feel the water pressure hit your scalp.

You broke.

You slowly fell to the shower floor.

Water running down your face as you sobbed, quietly weeping to yourself.

Your tears mixing with the warm water.

Memories flooded your mind.

“Jaybird, I want to get new cooking pans.” You wrapped your arms around Jason as he cooked.

“Why? These are still in good condition.” Jason continued flipping your small pancakes on the pan.

“But I want a new set that we bought together now that we moved.” You nuzzled your face into his back.

“Hm.” Jason hummed at the warm feeling of you behind him. “We can get a new set today. Something you like.”

You smiled into his shirt.

“Thanks, Jaybird.”

Then you got ready. Fixing your hair, brushing your teeth.

Ready for work.

Like nothing happened.

——

It had been two weeks.

No sign of Jason.

No messages. No calls. Nothing.

You rarely ate. You called in sick from work after you were wearing yourself out.

Reaching your limit of filling your time with anything, but Jason.

Forgetting to brush your teeth, no longer changing out of your lounging clothes, staring out the window from the table.

You did drink water, your stomach not tolerating anything else.

No music playing anymore.

It was quiet.

Only the upstairs neighbor’s footsteps filling the silence.

Your face was pale, it felt like your cheeks were hallowing out.

Eyes tired.

You refused to let yourself reach out to Jason first. Countless times before you had called, texted, done something.

But you didn’t wanna do any of it anymore.

No longer following Jason.

You went to the bathroom. Slowly having the energy to walk.

Shutting yourself in there, the walls feeling small, you blankly watched the mirror.

An unrecognizable expression that only visited during the bad times.

You sighed, splashing water on your face.

The floor creaking as you walked back.

When you made it back to the table, you sat down in the same chair, looking at the same cup, watching the same window.

Not acknowledging anything.

“You’re not going to say anything?” Jason said. Sitting across from you. He sounded confused, his expression probably wasn’t any different, but you didn’t know.

You didn’t bother looking.

You almost flinched from his voice. You almost convinced yourself he was an illusion.

“Yell?” He questioned. “Anything?”

You stayed quiet. Staring out the window.

When was the last time you took a walk?

“Please say something.” Jason pleaded in front of you.

It was too hot these days, but if it was cloudy like today, maybe you should start walking soon.

You still stared out the window, taking a sip from your cup.

“Nothing?” Jason’s frustration peaking into his voice.

You needed some exercise.

“Sweetheart.” Jason firmly impeded your thoughts.

You sighed.

“I’m tired.” You softly spoke.

“I came back because I was worried.” Jason explained.

Your frustration building. Trying to balance out your nonchalance and anger.

“It’s so noisy.” You flatly said to yourself.

“But things were supposed to be okay, I made sure—“

You angrily set the cup down, water splashing from the impact. The cup cracking, water leaking onto the table.

You continued to look out the window. Not acknowledging the mess around your hand.

“I don’t know if you realize this, Jason, but my world stopped the day you left. I stayed up countless nights worried if there was something wrong, if you were hurt, if I did something wrong—“

“Of course not—“

“I know! I realized that I did my best. I stupidly loved you and I didn’t know what to do when you left me. Again.” You watched two kids bike on the sidewalk. Laughing in their joy.

“I was scared!” Jason stammered, voice straining. “I didn’t know what else to do, so I left!”

“Then what are you so afraid of?!” You closed your eyes, lowering your head into your other hand. The last thing you saw was one of the boys falling, scraping his knee on the pavement.

“It’s because you made me realize that I can be more!” His voice rose. “I realized that maybe I don’t just want to be Red Hood!” Jason paced, recklessly brushing his fingers through his hair.

You froze, listening to his ramble.

“I want to be more. I want to have something other than Red Hood and it’s scaring the absolute shit out of me.” Jason paused, taking his hands out of his hair.

Jason hunched forward trying to make himself as small as possible. Tightly wrapping his arms around himself.

“—the Red Hood helmet.” Jason whispered, so soft you barely heard the end of his sentence.

“What?” You breathlessly responded, keeping your head down, unconsciously mimicking Jason’s soft voice.

“For the first time, I wanted to take off the Red Hood helmet.” He meekly looked at you. His eyebrows crushed together in a horrified look like he, himself, was just realizing this fact.

Your chest stung. You’ve never heard Jason so terrified, trembling in fear, voice shaky.

“I don’t know if I can take off my helmet. I can’t be anything without it.” Jason admitted.

“So you decided to leave, to never say anything, to let me continue my life like you weren’t there?” You harshly told him.

“Yeah, I ran, but I checked on you. Making sure nothing happened as you walked to work, but every day I saw you looking worse.” Jason moved again, but you didn’t want to lift your head. “It never got better, so…I came back. Dammit, look at me!”

He slammed his fits on the table, the cup shaking in your harsh grip.

You lift your head. Staring straight into his eyes.

Jason looked terrified. Angry, yes, but absolutely terrified.

It almost made you laugh from disbelief.

“Whether you take off the helmet or not…” You hesitated. This was it. No more caving in. You leveled your voice, firm and harsh. “Doesn’t matter to me anymore.”

Silence.

The cup shattering in your hands, cutting your hand.

It stung.

Neither of you looking down first, until Jason broke eye contact.

He reached for your injured hand.

You got up, avoiding his touch, walking to the cabinet underneath the kitchen sink. Grabbing the first-aid kit.

Dripping small drops of blood on the floor.

When you turned around, you flinched.

He was gone.

Again.

Like another dream.

[doja365]

[Unwanted Ransom (Chapter 1)]

What was I made for?

TW: Mentions of Death, PTSD, ED, SH, Neglect

Masterlist

🎵Thumbs- Sabrina Carpenter🎵 🎵What was I made for?- Billie Ellish🎵

On my first day of staying here, I was excited to see if I had brothers.

Dick the oldest, supposed to be there for me, and pose as a role model right? WRONG, he instead leaves me on read when I text him. The fucker has enough guts to ignore me, and when he notices me, it's when I either get in trouble at school, or when his teamates talk to me. He had time to look after Bludhaven.

Tim, one of the family's detectives, doesn't find me interesting, and thinks of himself too big to talk to a lowlife like me. AND WE LIVE IN THE SAME FUCKING HOUSE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. With him, I have little to no memories. All he does is twiddle his thumbs, pretending I wasn't there.

Cass, Steph, Barb. I never really cared bout' them, all they do is talk shit about others, and play daddy's little girl. I was never daddy's little girl and I never complained. Not much to really talk about with them, I even learned ASL just for some light communication.

Jason, alright, I'mma be honest here. He was the closest thing I had to a brother, but he only came to the house at night for some food and rest. The best memory with him, was him taking me to school on the first day, I joined grade 5 class because I have an IQ of 190. Everything was great until he died, a part of me died with him.

Damian, the "golden apple" of this whole shit hole. This bitch thinks that he can do anything, because he is the bastard of Bruce Wayne, and Talia Al Ghul. He gets to train with Dick, while I watch them train to become a "hero". He bullied me even when I was a year older than him. Ughh, what a bitch. He was the reason I got the name Jinx, I was the bad luck of the family

Bruce, the man had the guts to adopt me and change my true name to a wayne. I was named Xerxes because it meant warrior, my dad never thought I was one. I'm not even allowed to call him dad.

Alfred, oh sweet innocent Alfred. I considered him as my father when my mother's "sperm donor", couldn't be there for me. He was there to teach me how to bake and cook, the best part was that he never admonished me for my bad behavior at school.

For 4 years I had lived with them, every night I had prayed for a miracle to happen. At night the same dream, every morning, the same nightmare. After the first 5 months of my stay, I started to avoid eating, because of depression.

And before I go to bed I looked for any blade I could, and locked myself in my bedrooom. I cut myself below the wrist, while keeping a first aid nearby. I never felt any pain from the wounds, but I felt the scar in my heart.

It's ironic how a whore with nothing, could love a child more, than a family that has everything. I always laughed at the idea, I never allowed myself to cry or show weakness. Bruce never knew how to deal with emotions anyway, so why cry?

I never cried, when Damian slashed my arm with a knife. Not when Barbara told me to go to hell, not when Tim destroyed the birthday present I made for him. And especially when Bruce called me a mistake. I only cried when Jason was murdered by the Joker.

I always thought crying was useless, so I worked hard. I got straight A's, I made friends, I enlisted for multiple sports when I turned 10. I even took up art just for the sake of fitting in.

But I will always be the Wayne pushed from the spotlight. Not even then, could I cry.

I just went to my dilapidated bedroom, God, it was ornamented with all of my awards and certificates. I started to pack my stuff, I even took the photo of me and my mother. There wasn't much to pack, all I got were hand me downs, and the dregs of my "beloved siblings."

At night, it was the perfect time to escape, with the villains on the loose, they had to take night shifts. So I slowly climbed out of my window and placed the note I had prepared for Alfred. And I prepared to go to the abyss that awaits me...

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A/N Hiii... I got this idea from reading @acid-ixx, and @luludeluluramblings... I'm making a seperate part for the note Jennifer gave Alfred. HOPE U LUV THIS <333

[guilty-pleasures21]

The bodyguard

Bodyguard!Jason x Actress!Reader

Part 1

Part 2

Warning: just a little kissing ☺���.

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     She twiddled her thumbs quietly as Jason drove them back to her place. They still hadn’t talked about … the ‘incident’ as she’d started referring to it in her head. She knew they needed to discuss it to stop it from hanging over their heads like a big, ominous raincloud, but she had no idea how to even bring it up! Finally, she cleared her throat, preparing to speak. But he interrupted her before she could even get a word out. 

     “I won’t be staying over tonight, prince-” He cut himself off before he could finish saying the nickname. Could he still call her that? After they’d … done what they’d done? It didn’t seem appropriate anymore, addressing her by a nickname, but would it make it even more awkward if he suddenly changed his manner of speech? “X …”

     And suddenly, she forgot all about the incident. She clutched her seatbelt and turned to him with a panicked expression. “What?! Why?!”

     It had been a long time since she’d been left alone in the apartment the company had rented for her while they were filming there - Jason had stayed with her almost every night since he’d started working for her, the lure of her fancy apartment easily convincing him to turn his part-time job into a full-time one - and despite everything that had happened, she still wanted her best friend with her.

     He raised his eyebrows, taken aback by the intensity of her reaction. He stopped to scan the car into her apartment complex, then started explaining as he continued driving to the basement carpark. “It’s Thanksgiving tomorrow. I usually help to prep all the food the night before.”

     X nodded her head slowly, processing the information. She didn’t celebrate Thanksgiving, but he’d told her last week that he wouldn’t be able to work tomorrow because of the holiday. And he was a great cook - he’d make dinner for the both of them most nights and had even started teaching her some fancy new meals she’d never tried before. “Oh.”

     She felt the tears pressing against her eyes as she thought about her own family, so far away from her. She hadn’t been able to see them since they’d flown over a few months ago and though they made sure to call every night, the distance was starting to wear on her.

     He slid his gaze over to her when he heard the disappointment in her voice. His heart squeezed at how sad she suddenly looked, gripping her seatbelt as she studied her shoes. But he shouldn’t say it, goddamnit, he shouldn’t say it! He parked the car, mentally repeating the warning over and over in his head. Then he turned to face her. 

     “Do you want to come over?” F*ck! Shit. Why couldn’t he just listen to himself?!

     She froze at the unexpected invitation, then lowered her head as a smile stretched across her lips. He wanted her to meet his family?! Great! Maybe if she did a good enough job of impressing them, then he’d realise that he really did want to be with her! “Okay.”

     A knot of anxiety formed in his stomach even as his heart sped up in excitement. Jason cleared his throat and turned back to the steering wheel. “Great. Uh … Should we head there now?”

     X nodded quickly and settled back into her seat. Jason cursed himself in his head as he started up the car and began driving back out of her apartment complex. His family was going to go crazy when they saw that he’d brought X over to their place - batshit crazy - but there was absolutely nothing he could do about it now.

     Her jaw dropped when she saw the mansion Jason pulled up to. She turned to him slowly, wide-eyed with delight. “This is your house?!”

     “It’s my dad’s hou- Bruce’s house.” He’d already explained to her how he’d been adopted by Bruce when he was just a kid, but he hadn’t wanted to go into the more gory details of his childhood. And again, she hadn’t insisted on pushing him past the boundary he’d set. He glanced over at her and his lips twitched at how excited she seemed. He parked the car and got out, then led her over to the entrance.

     “Jay!” Jason gave his brother a wave as Dick opened the door for them, then he went rigid when Dick stepped forward to give him a hug. “You ma-”

     He stopped suddenly when he noticed that his brother wasn’t alone. The girl standing next to him was … freaking adorable! With her curly hair and her round eyes and her sweet smile. He glanced over at Jason in question and Jason shifted uncomfortably in position.

     “This is X,” he explained. “I invited her over for Thanksgiving. She’s here alone, so …”

     X held her hand out to Dick enthusiastically. 

     “Hi! Nice to meet you! Are you … Dick?” she guessed, mentally sifting through the stories Jason had told her of his family. Dick grinned as he shook her hand in greeting. 

     “Yeah. It’s nice to meet you too, X. Please! Come in!” He showed her inside, sticking close to her side as he guided her to the living room. “So, how are you finding Gotham so far?”

     Jason narrowed his eyes at his brother’s eagerness. Great. She’d barely stepped foot in the house and he was already hitting on her?! This was exactly why he hadn’t wanted to bring her over! He huffed in irritation as he stalked after them, barely missing out on their conversation.

     “I didn’t know it was possible, but you’re even prettier in real life,” Dick praised X, sinking onto the sofa beside her. Jason rolled his eyes as she blushed at his comment. Not that it wasn’t true though: she was gorgeous in pictures and on the screen, of course, but knowing her personality only made her all the more sweet when you met her in real life.

     “Thank you,” X replied softly. 

     “You want a drink, princess?” Jason offered, taking the seat on X’s other side. “I can make you some hot cocoa.”

     He angled his body towards her, making sure to capture her full attention, and the power play didn’t go unnoticed by Dick.

     X’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. “Can you? Thanks, Jay!”

     She treated him to that sweet smile that always had his heart melting in his chest. They got up and Dick smiled at the way X bounced after Jason as they made their way to the kitchen.

     “So, how are you finding Gotham?” Dick leaned on the table beside her and X couldn’t help but notice the way his biceps flexed as he did so. She pulled her glance away, a little confused by her body’s automatic response to Jason’s undeniably good-looking brother, then rearranged her features back into her megawatt smile.

     “Oh. Uh, well, it’s not really my cup of tea …” She gave him an apologetic grimace, then returned her attention to Jason. “But there are always a few hidden gems to be found along the way!”

     Dick glanced over at Jason and mentally sighed at the way he continued to work on the cocoa, completely oblivious to X’s obvious attempt at flirtation. His brother really was hopeless. “Have you explored a lot of Gotham, then? I know some great places I could show you whenever you’re free?”

     X buzzed with excitement at the idea. Jason’s brother seemed really friendly. Maybe he could get Jay to open up a bit more? “That sounds fun!”

     Jason slammed the cup of cocoa down on the table with just enough force for some of the liquid to slosh over the top.

     “Your cocoa,” he grumbled, sliding the cup across the table to her. X raised her eyebrows and exchanged a puzzled look with Dick. 

     “Thanks …” she replied hesitantly. Dick straightened and strode over to the fridge, pressing his lips together to stop himself from smirking at Jason’s obvious irritation with him. But it didn’t seem enough for him to admit that he had feelings for his adorable little boss yet. Was she his boss? That seemed kind of weird. Maybe she was his ‘charge’ or something? But that sounded weird too, actually.

     “Would you like any snacks, X?” Dick asked, opening the fridge doors to check what was in stock. “We have some cheesecake.”

     “I love cheesecake!” X revealed, her delight prompting a smile to stretch across Dick’s face. Jason curled his fingers into fists by his side. Had that just been a lucky guess or was Dick really as big a fan of hers as he suddenly seemed to be?

     “Can you get some plates, Jay?” Dick asked, taking the cake out of the fridge. Jason gritted his teeth as he stomped over to the cupboard to get some plates. 

     “I can help!” X raced over to Jason and stood beside him, holding her hands out for the plates. An image overtook her mind of her reaching up to get the plates instead, but not being tall enough to get them. Then he’d stand behind her, one hand on her waist to steady her as he got them for her. Her stomach flipped at the thought of his hard chest brushing up against her back as he stretched his arm over her head and she lowered her head as her cheeks heated up at the thought. 

     His anger quickly faded away at her enthusiasm: she was … dangerously cute. He placed the plates in her hands, then grabbed some forks as she set them down on the kitchen island. 

     “So …” X began carefully, hiding her mischievous expression from both of the boys, “any embarrassing stories about baby Jay?”

     She looked up at Dick in question and Jason glared at him in warning, silently demanding he keep his mouth shut. But of course his brother would take any opportunity to embarrass him.

     “Oh! There was this one time he tried to copy one of my moves and flip off the back of the sofa, but he ended up breaking one of Bruce’s vases!” Dick revealed, laughing at the memory. X bit down on her smile, trying not to make Jason feel too bad. 

     “Did he get in trouble?” she asked curiously. Dick glanced over at Jason, grinning as he thought about what had happened next. Jason narrowed his eyes at him, threatening him once again, but the look only spurred Dick on even more. 

     X’s gaze bounced between them, noting their competing looks. “What?! What happened?!”

     Jason shook his head. “Don’t-”

     “He broke the window and said someone broke into the house to steal the vase!” Dick replied quickly. X covered her mouth to muffle her laughter. 

     “Oh my god!” she exclaimed. “Did it work?”

     “Bruce saw through it straight away,” Dick revealed, picking at his slice of cake. “But he was more concerned about Jason hurting himself than anything else.”

     X nodded in understanding. “Oh! You said ‘one of your moves’? What did you mean by that?”

     She took a bite of her own cake and her eyes lit up at the taste.

     “Oh! I used to be a gymnast when I was a kid …” Dick trailed off, his gaze fixing on X’s mouth. Jesus Christ, the way she licked the remnants of cheese off her fork?! Her soft lips closing around the end before she swirled the utensil around and sucked on it appreciatively? He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he watched her.

     “Oh my god! This cake is so good!” X moaned, the satisfaction dripping from her voice so deliciously. Dick pushed his plate across the island to her. 

     “You can have mine too if you want!” 

     X raised an eyebrow in amusement, then turned to Jason in question. He dragged his gaze away from her mouth too and slammed his hand down between X’s plate and Dick’s. “Let her finish her own slice first, Dick.” 

     Dick rolled his eyes at the way his brother said his name as if it was an insult. But he pulled his plate back to himself. 

     X pressed her lips together at Jason’s protectiveness. Her chest warmed at the truth of it - ‘protectiveness’ - and she continued munching on her cake happily.

     “Hey guys,” Tim began, strolling into the kitchen from where he’d heard the familiar sounds of his brothers arguing. “When are we- Holy f*cking Christ!” 

     Stephanie snickered as she came up behind him. 

     “Oh, you’re definitely going to Hell nowwwwww… Shit! Oh my god!” She gestured between Jason and X, her eyes wide with shock. “Is she … Are you … Really …?”

     And lo and behold: the other reason Jason hadn’t wanted to bring X over. X shot Jason an amused look, then she finished the last bite of her cake before going over to greet Steph and Tim. “Hi guys! I’m X. I’m guessing you’re Tim and Stephanie?”

     Stephanie grabbed Tim’s shoulder and leaned closer to him. 

     “She knows our names!” she squealed through gritted teeth. Tim didn’t respond and instead continued to stare at X in dumbfounded silence. 

     “So,” Steph continued, putting on a cool exterior as she stepped forward, “have you seen the house yet?”

     “Er, not yet.” X twisted her head back at Jason for reassurance and the corner of his lips twisted into a small smile. He strode over to her and followed close behind as Stephanie brought X on a tour of the house.

     “You did all your own stunts in that movie?!” Tim asked in awe. They had all sat down for dinner after spending the rest of the day getting everything ready for tomorrow and Jason’s family had seized the opportunity to find out more about one of their favourite actresses. 

     “Yup! It was pretty fun! But they were only minor stunts. I’m terrified of the big ones with all the wires and stuff.” She took a delicate bite of the chicken on her plate and made sure to swallow before continuing. “But I’m not allowed to do those anyway according to my contract. Can’t be damaging the money maker!”

     She cupped her cheeks and gave an exaggeratedly adorable smile, then laughed at her own joke. “I’m just kidding. It’s just for my own safety.”

     She returned her attention back to her food and the others nodded in understanding. Dick leaned over from his seat by her side. 

     “It’s too bad none of us look like the leads in your movie. Then we could have auditioned as stunt doubles and maybe spent more time with you.” He gave her a warm smile and she lowered her head as her cheeks heated up shyly. X brushed her hair behind her ear and snuck a peek at Jason, seated on her other side. His jaw was tight as he fixed his gaze on his brother, so she reached under the table and slid her fingers over his knee, pulling his attention to her.

     He startled at first at the sudden sensation, then he looked down at her and his expression softened when she shot him a sweet smile. His chest warmed at the sight and he cleared his throat to distract himself from the smile tugging on his own lips. X turned back to her food when Jason did the same. “Well, we could all hang out if Jason doesn’t mind bringing me over again!"

     “Yeah!” Duke agreed. “That sounds like a great idea!”

     “You should most definitely bring her over more often, Todd,” Damian confirmed. Bruce smiled softly at how much everyone seemsed to like Jason’s new girlfriend. Well, they didn’t seem to be dating yet, per se, but he hoped they’d get there eventually. She seemed good for him - sweet and gentle and patient - and it wasn’t like Jason wasn’t used to being in the public eye, being his adopted son and everything.

     “You should join us for Thanksgiving tomorrow,” Bruce suggested quickly. “In fact, why don’t you just stay the night? We can have one of the guest rooms prepared for you.”

     X’s heart thudded with both excitement and nerves. “That’s so kind of you, Mr Wayne!”

     Bruce chuckled at her politeness. “Please, ‘Bruce’ is fine.”

     “Thank you, Bruce!” X turned to Jason, waiting for his affirmation, but he hesitated as he thought about it. 

     They still hadn’t talked about the … whatever it was they’d done in her dressing room earlier that day. But he could feel it weighing down on them with every glance, every shy smile and every accidental touch. He swallowed hard, clenching his knife and fork tightly in his hands as he thought about it: about being in such close proximity to her after … being in such close proximity to her. He glanced over at her again and his resolve started to melt at the hopeful expression she gave him. “I think it’s a great idea. It’s getting pretty late anyway. You should stay over.”

     His insides twisted with nerves even as he said it, but she turned to grin at the rest of the table, oblivious.

     “We can watch a movie!” Stephanie suggested, turning to X. “Do you want to watch one of yours?”

     X shook her head as she laughed. “Oh, no. I’m sick of those by now. Got any other suggestions?”

     Dick sank onto the sofa beside X, slinging one arm over the back of the chair behind her. “Need another blanket?”

     X cuddled up in the blanket Jason had brought over to her. “I’m good!”

     That was it: that was the final straw. Jason shot out of his seat and clenched his fists by his side. 

     “Dick, I need to talk to you in the kitchen,” he hissed out through gritted teeth. He glared at him until he got out of his seat, puzzled, and they both walked over to the kitchen. “What the hell bullshit are you trying to pull?!”

     Dick stifled a smile at Jason’s outrageous reaction. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

     Jason sighed, frustrated. “You’re obviously hitting on X!”

     Dick shrugged, unbothered. “So what if I am? It’s not like you guys are together or anything. Right?”

     He gave Jason a smug smirk and Jason finally realised what he’d been trying to do. He pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered a curse under his breath. 

     “Just admit that you like her!” Dick sighed. “She obviously likes you too!”

     Jason’s heart froze at the declaration, but he quickly shook it off. “She can’t-”

     He stopped himself to try to figure out what he wanted to say and Dick folded his arms across his chest as he waited for him to continue. But Jason remained silent, his features creased with thought. 

     “Jay, you weren’t even trying to get her attention,” Dick pointed out. “And she fell in love with you anyway! That means that she likes you exactly as you are.”

     Jason’s heart thumped in his chest as he wondered if what his brother was saying could really be true. Could she really like him? With all the baggage he carried with him? All his trauma and all his scars? 

     Dick pushed himself off the kitchen island and started making his way back to the living room. He stopped briefly as he passed by Jason, leaning over to murmur in his ear. “How about this: if you still haven’t said anything to her by the end of the week, I’m going to make a move.”

     He patted him on the shoulder, then returned to the others before he could respond. 

     Jason stayed in the kitchen a little longer, quietly seething at Dick’s deal. His fingers ached to punch something and let his anger out, but then he heard someone walk into the kitchen.

     “Jay?” X placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, but the movement only caused him to tense up even more. “Jason, what’s wrong?” 

     She moved around to his front and curled her fingers around both of his shoulders, massaging them gently to try to get him to relax. 

     He sucked in a breath as his stomach tightened at their proximity. His fingers twitched with the need to slide around her waist and tug her closer to him; to feel her soft chest pressing up against his. But he resisted the temptation and took a step away from her instead. 

     “Nothing, I’m fine.” He rubbed the back of his neck as he avoided her gaze. Then he suddenly remembered something. “You gonna be okay sleeping on your own, princess?”

     She’d been sleeping with her kitchen lights on before he’d started working for her - because she was still afraid of the dark, she’d admitted to him one night. He’d waved away her shame and suggested sleeping over to help her feel more comfortable and ever since then, she’d been sleeping like a baby. They’d sleep in separate rooms, of course, but she just liked knowing there was someone else there with her.

     She shuffled in position nervously. “Um … I was … kind of hoping … I could bunk with you? I could sleep on a mattress on the floor!”

     She looked up at him with wide eyes and his will melted at the sight of her helplessness. His shoulders slumped with defeat as he gave in to her - as he always did. “Sure.”

     Jason lay on his back on the floor, staring up at the ceiling quietly. Of course he hadn’t let her sleep on the floor in his own house! She’d tried arguing about it with him, sure, but he’d threatened to go sleep in the guest room if she didn’t just take the bed. X rolled over to the edge of the bed and gazed down at him on the floor. 

     “Jay?” she whispered, checking to see if he was still awake.

     “Hmm?”

     “Thanks for inviting me over. I really appreciate it.”

     “It’s no problem, princess. My family seems to really like you, anyway.” A little too much where some of them were concerned.

     “I like them too!” X admitted. “They’re a lot of fun.”

     The corner of his lip twitched at the happiness in her voice. 

     “They can be … a little overwhelming, sometimes, but … yeah. They’re pretty fun.” Though he’d never admit that to any of them though. Especially not Dick. His stomach clenched with fear and he hesitated as his gaze strayed over to her. “What do you think about Dick?”

     X pursed her lips as she considered his question. His brother seemed nice, but … she wasn’t quite sure if he’d been flirting with her or not. Though it didn’t really matter to her anyway: she only liked Jason. “He’s nice … but I get why you might think he’s a little overbearing.”

     Jason scoffed at her words. “Understatement.”

     They fell into silence for a while, then finally, X rolled off her bed entirely and landed on Jason’s mattress. Jason startled as she dropped down next to him and curled up against his side. He tried to pull away, but she wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding one of her legs over his and trapping him in place. He opened and closed his mouth, completely taken aback by her forwardness, but he didn’t push her away.

     “I like you, Jason.” Her voice was soft, but he didn’t miss the words. 

     “Like, like-like,” she continued when he didn't respond.

     He could barely breathe when she was wrapped around him like this, let alone think up a response. He pressed his hands against the mattress and focused on his breathing, trying to calm his racing heart. Then finally, “I like you too, X.”

     X grinned and they shifted around, getting more comfortable in each other’s arms. She slid her fingers into his hair and tickled his scalp gently and Jason hummed contentedly as he stroked her lower back. She was so soft in his arms, her cosy little body fitting so nicely against his. 

     “Why … When did you start liking me?” he asked, a little afraid to hear her response.

     “Hmm …” God, it felt nice, lying on top of him like this. He was so large and so muscular! And warm too! She stretched herself out against him, then wriggled happily in his arms. Jason let out a soft groan and tightened his grip on her waist as her knee brushed against his groin. X inhaled deeply, breathing in the comforting soap and leather scent of him. “That first time you offered to stay over when I told you I was afraid of the dark. You didn’t even make fun of me or anything.”

     “The dark can be pretty scary sometimes,” Jason replied nonchalantly. He snuck his fingers beneath the hem of her shirt and she shivered against him as his nails dragged down her skin.

     “You know … I still haven't gotten to kiss you yet.” X pushed herself up to gauge his reaction and again, he became speechless, unsure of how to respond. X smiled and lowered herself back down, her mouth just centimetres from his. Jason swallowed hard and X snickered softly as she pinched his earlobe between her thumb and forefinger. “We can take it slow. Just a kiss? Then we can just go to sleep on the bed instead of us both lying down here.”

     “O-Okay …”

     X smiled at his nervousness, then very gently, she touched her lips to his. He melted against her immediately, running his hands up and down her back as they kissed each other. God, she felt nice, soft and sweet and so comforting in his arms. They kissed each other for a little longer, both of them cautiously moving their hands across the other's body, then eventually, they pulled apart. The two of them giggled softly at one another, then X got up and pulled him onto the bed beside her.

     “So,” she whispered softly, “should we go on a date tomorrow?”

     His lips stretched wide at the sound of the smile in her voice: he could practically hear her blushing! He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his lips into her hair as they got comfortable on his bed. “Sure. Where would you like to go, princess?”

     Dick watched his brother and X as they all sat at the table for breakfast the next morning. The two of them kept sneaking little glances at one another and exchanging shy smiles when they caught the other’s eye. It was … disgustingly cute. But his brother deserved a little vomit-inducing cuteness after everything he’d been through. He went about the rest of his day not mentioning anything about it, but finally managed to get Jason alone when they were in the library. 

     His brother stopped him just as he was leaving to rejoin X, folding his arms across his chest as he fixed him with a smug look. Jason rolled his eyes and gave a weary sigh. “What?” 

     “So? Did anything happen last night?”

     “Judging by that shit-eating grin on your face, you already know the answer to that question.” Jason pushed past Dick to continue making his way back to the kitchen. He and X had taken a little break from food prep, curling up together in the library to spend some time alone together. But eventually, she'd had to go to the toilet, so Jason had just said to meet back in the kitchen. Dick ran after Jason and slung his arm around his shoulders. 

     “So, it's official? Are you going to tell everyone?” He gasped suddenly as a new thought entered his mind. “Is there going to be a press release? Are you going to have a fight with her PR team or something?”

     Jason furrowed his brows in puzzlement, then pushed Dick's arm off his shoulders. 

     “Firstly, I don't need to tell anyone. And anyway, I'm pretty they already know.” He side-eyed Dick suspiciously and Dick avoided his gaze, his expression riddled with guilt. “Second, why do I need to fight with her PR team? I'm Bruce-f*cking-Wayne's adopted son. Who's gonna fight with that?”

     Dick nodded thoughtfully in agreement. They soon entered the kitchen and Jason softened when he saw X laughing with Steph and Cass, spots of flour scattered around their faces.

     “Thirdly, I want her to have one part of her life that's just hers,” Jason continued, turning to Dick with a threatening expression. “No PR, no fans, no cameras.”

     He turned back around and grinned when X waved him over excitedly. Dick watched fondly as his big, rough, long-suffering brother walked over to X, an uncharacteristic bounce in his step. X streaked some flour onto Jason's nose, catching him off-guard, and Dick's chest warmed at his brother's delighted smile.

     “He'll be all right. Right?” Bruce asked, placing a hand on Dick’s shoulder as he came up behind him. Dick shot Bruce a knowing look.

     “He'll be all right.”

[ultimate-marysue]

The Batfam and cooking

Alfred: we have so much canon info about this one. He takes pride in meeting the demands of his grandkids, but the kids sometimes just pretend to like it for his peace of mind.

Bruce: No. And I don't mean in the meme way. He's more than capable of sustaining himself and following instructions. He also chooses to subsist on those "nutritional milkshakes". Like to him is not a matter of learning how to cook, he's a chemist measuring his exact nutritional needs in a cup. It's disgusting and he shouldn't be allowed near the blender.

Barbara Gordon: not the best, not the worst. She has cooked, she will cook again. She's also not trying to make anything too fancy. She prefers take out mainly because she has (and will again in the future) burnt her food to a crisp because she got distracted with oracle stuff. A quick check while the potatoes are in the oven is a very dangerous thing.

Dick Grayson: he would love to be that guy that takes Instagramable pictures of his food. Sometimes he manages to do just that, but that's not sustainable for him. He has a few fancy recipes he likes to bring out to impress people or to feel like a responsible adult. Most of the time he's sauteing random vegetables with some rice and chicken and calling it a day. It's good, healthy and filling but is not much in the great scheme of things. I feel like he'd make really good salads too for some reason.

Cassandra Cain: she's not very good at being people. Cooking is part of that, a survival skill and not much more. She really appreciates nice food but doesn't see the point in learning herself when her time is better spent elsewhere. I can see her breaking into the other's houses to join them for dinner because she forgot to make her own.

Jason Todd: this man cooks. I don't care if the whole "Alfred's favorite" thing is a bit fanon, it's fun fanon. I think that since he is aware of how they lie to Alfred sometimes, he'd be an even better cook. He's the kind of guy to make any recipe work first try, even if he keeps workshopping it until it's perfect. He's also very neat and cleans after himself. Cooking helps him wind down after a hard night. If he messes up though he might cry.

Stephanie Brown: she took the whole "cooking is like science" and decided to be a mad scientist. Her cooking works for her because she has crazy tastes. Like she'd make a salami and Nutella sandwich and consider it her Magnum opus. She loves baking too just so she can fuck around and find out. Steph usually leaves the mess there until she needs the space to cook again. Not because she's dirty it's just that she gets so caught up in trying the final product she forgets about it. She stresses the fuck out of Jason.

Tim Drake: he's more of an utilitarian, closer to Cass. He learned a few simple recipes when he was a kid and that's all he needs. Through the years he's had to add a couple more to make it more balanced and fit his needs (first with the increase of physical activity and then the asplenia). He has a very healthy but very limited diet. He refuses to add anything else because there's no need. He already knows how to cook the things he needs and likes well, thank u very much.

Duke Thomas: this man can cook. It takes him a while to get into it, but he has great instinct for it. He's more of a "vibes only" kind of cook, which makes him an awful baker but Alfred has the sweets covered anyways. Part of his process includes picking the spices from the back of the rack that Alfred pretends don't exist. He's creative but not in as much of a messy way as Steph. And unlike her, he does have functioning taste buds so sometimes he ends up a victim of his own hubris. Most times it works out for him.

Damian Wayne Al Gul: he helps his siblings whenever he mooches food from them (because Alfred is the only one that tolerates idle hands in the kitchen). He loves Jason's cooking but he has more fun with Duke and Steph. They allow his input and suggestions which makes him feel like he's contributing. He prefers Duke though, because his success rate is higher.

[hurricanebreeze]

Batfamily Cooking Headcanons

I was thinkin about it, so have some Batfamily cooking headcanons. They are as detailed as I could get them and in age order. I also included Steph and Barbara, even though they aren't in the main seven.

Alfred - The family cook and the best cook in the family. He distrusts American processed foods because he knows that many of the more chemical ingedients have been banned in Europe, but he deals (and gets as much food imported from Europe as is practical).

Bruce - Has a very mismatched set of cooking skills. He can sort of cook... on a camping stove or a campfire. He can cook beans and boil water. However, he cannot use an oven, nor a microwave, and his knowledge of spice or baking is nonexistant.

Barbara - Can cook. She knows the basics as she learned growing up, so she didn't have to buy takeout every time her dad was working late. Her dad would've been fine with the takeout, however as she became Batgirl, she became very aware of the nutrition needed for vigilante and decided to learn instead. Admittedly, she fell into using microwaves a bit more as Oracle, especially before her flat was adapted, but once her kitchen was adapted, she was relieved to go back to cooking properly as she hadn't realised how much cooking was a hobby for her until it was blocked by inaccessibility.

Dick - Can cook. He has the basics down, as Alfred forced him to learn how to boil an egg and put something in the oven, and a few learned recipes, some learned from his early childhood. He takes comfort in cooking for other people, especially when it's a recipe he learned because he grew up with it. However, if he's on his own and doesn't have anyone to cook for, he is not cooking. He'd rather have something microwaved or some cereal, and he is the king of nutriotionally balanced cereal.

Jason - Second best cook in the family. He spent a lot of time in the kitchen with Alfred between being adopted and dying and most of that time was learning how to cook creatively. Even if he can't be bothered to cook, there are probably leftovers in his fridge. He had some skills before then from having to cook for his mom, but when he started learning from Alfred he was pleasantly surprised to find he enjoyed the process, so it became more of a hobby than a survival skill.

Cass - Queen of snacks. She can cook, don't get me wrong, because Alfred taught her, but she much prefers snacking throughout the day. She often learns new recipes for more variety in her snacking, because sometimes it's nice to have an onigiri instead of a sandwich or put together a really nice charcuterie board with homemade butter. Her snackboards are usually also great for her to eat while training or dancing because it isn't too much and can sometimes remind her she's human, not a weapon, when she gets in her head.

Steph - Can cook. She knows how to make a healthy and cheap balanced meal, but the most she goes beyond is for sweet treats. For her cooking was a survival skill, especially after her dad was finally in jail. Baking and desserts, on the other hand, she enjoys making. She often bakes for friends, family, and herself, and sometimes learns new recipes to try with Cass. While she was pregnant, especially in the late term, baking simple things like cupcakes was one of the hobbies she still felt like she had the energy to do and helped take her mind off of it, even though she had to sit while stirring.

Tim - Can cook. He knows how to make a healthy balanced meal, he lived alone long enough as a teen to know. However, he cannot go beyond that. Alfred tried to teach him a couple of times in the early days of Robin, but it simply didn't go in and after a few too many faraway looks after he burned something he decided that maybe it was time to stop trying. He, canonically, has the worst taste of the family though, so no one asks him to cook anyway.

Duke - Can cook. His parents taught him basic cooking skills and he enjoys going beyond and playing with spices. He's a bit nervous of joining Alfred in the kitchen as first, but eventually he learns that most of the others have found similar solace in spending time cooking with him, so he starts to join too. He also happens to have a cookbook his parents had stashed in their kitchen, even if they didn't use it while they were still at home, so he sometimes spends time learning the recipes from that.

Damian - Has a very mismatched set of cooking skills. Similarly to his dad, Damian learned a very strange set of cooking skills. He cannot use an oven or a microwave but he can appreciate Alfred's kettle for its practicality in a tea-centric household. He can, however, make a relatively simple meal on a camping stove, beyond what Bruce can make on a camping stove. He does occasionally allow Alfred or one of the other cooking-competant family members to teach him a skill every now and then though.

[thebisexualdogdad]

Dick Grayson x Male!reader dating headcanons

*Yoshi Sudarso used as a fancast*

● you had known Dick since you were kids

● your father was a work friend of Bruce's so when Bruce adopted Dick he introduced you hoping that having a friend his age would help Dick adjust to his new life

● little did he know that the two of you would grow up and fall in love

● you started dating when you were 16

● found out about his secret identity at 19

● and moved in together at 21

● him coming home all beat up

● he taught you how to give him stitches when he's in too much pain to do it himself

● and he taught you how to defend yourself after you got mugged

● "you're getting pretty good at this," he says as you have him pinned to the training mat

● "watch out Dick, Gotham may have a new vigilante on its hands"

● "don't get ahead of yourself babe it takes more than a few self defense moves to be a vigilante"

● "Guess I'll just enjoy this view of you being underneath me instead"

● you were ecstatic when he brought Haley home

● "Y/N may I present to you the newest member of our family"

● "Oh my god Dick she's adorable what's her name?"

● "what do you think about the name Haley"

● "I love it, welcome home Haley"

● you absolutely spoil her rotten

● sneaking her people food when Dick isn't looking

● he pretends not to notice because he's happy that you love her as much as he does

● Haley loves when Barbara comes over to hang out cause she gets twice as many treats and cuddles

● going for long walks with Dick and Haley

● not being surprised anymore when he has to run off because he hears a crime happening down the street

● "I'll see you and Haley back at home! If I'm not too late I'll bring home sandwiches from the bodega!"

● Dick coming to your work to have lunch together

● "you were out all night aren't you tired?"

● "extremely but I promised you we'd have lunch today and I always keep my promises"

● Dick is the person that falls asleep the moment you put a movie on

● and when he wakes up he googles the highlights so he can pretend like he watched it

● "So what did you think?"

● "Oh yeah I loved it," slyly looking down at his phone, "especially the part where *insert random scene description here*"

● Tim went to Dick first for advice on how to ask out Bernad on a date

● "well how did you ask Y/N?"

● "I didn't, he asked me out"

● "you're no help where is Y/N he'll know what to do"

● you end up going on a double date with them so Tim is less nervous

● it goes great so double dates become a regular thing

● you don't see Jason as often, he just kind of shows up at your apartment sometimes

● "Jason what are you doing here?"

● "it's been a while and I was in the neighborhood so I thought I'd stop by"

● "you just want me to cook you dinner don't you"

● "Hey… I'm also here for Haley"

● and he usually has some kind of wound he hasn't properly cleaned up so he gets blood all over your furniture

● "Dick, please tell your brother to try and keep the bleeding to a minimum next time, I have to do enough bloody laundry for you as it is"

● one time Nightwing saved you from a killer croc attack at your work

● "thanks for the rescue Nightwing"

● "you're very welcome handsome stranger, maybe I'll have the pleasure of saving you again sometime"

● your co worker comes up to you when Nightwing leaves "dude nightwing was totally just flirting with you"

● "you think so? I wonder what it's like to date a superhero" you say with a sly smile

[starsomens]

Can I request a jealous and possessive Noah one? With some smut?

WARNINGS : NSFW! Unprotected sex (SAFETY FIRST!), strong language, dirty talk, possessiveness, slightly rough sex MDI!! 18+! PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK!

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!

“Should we make some pasta for tonight?” You asked grabbing a box of noodles and shaking it at your boyfriend

“Whatever’s more fun for us to make sweet” he smirks at you. At least once a week you like staying in and cooking together. Like self care for couples. Some good food, maybe some games or a movie and your night is set. And who could say no to pasta?

“If I knew you’d make pasta at home, I would have asked you out sooner” a voice came from behind you and you turn around to see the source. It was an old college friend who you had a past crush on, but quickly left behind.

“Oh, Jason, it’s you. It’s been a couple of years huh?” You comment seeing him

“Yeah! Like around 5 maybe even, come here!” He comes up and hugs you, but you didn’t exactly hug back

“Well, Jason, hope you’re doing good. This is my boyfriend Noah” you said taking a step back, coming closer to your boyfriend.

“Oh so this is the lucky guy huh? I asked your friend about you and she said you were with some guy from a band. Honestly I was shocked! But hey real happy for ya!” He chuckled with some sarcasm in there

“Well it is getting late and we gotta get going” Noah narrowed his eyes and pull you closer to him.

“Yeah, we’ve got some things to do. At home. Together” you add, trying to make a point

“Oh yeah totally, it was great seeing you again-“ he said trying to come in for another thug but was stopped when Noah moved you to the other side of him without a word. Creating a visible and metaphorical boundary between you and your ex crush. Jason pressed his lips into a line and awkwardly put his arms back down. He put his hand into his pocket, turned away and walk down the aisle.

“ well, that was something wasn’t it?” You ask trying to make a joke that. But Noah seemed a bit off about it.

“ yeah… funny”

The rest of your shopping trip was a bit tense in at some point a little bit awkward. He started eyeing almost every guy that passed by or even looked at you. Even when you were at the cashier, and she was paying, she had you between his arms in between the counter, basically trapping you , so you wouldn’t go anywhere. In other words, so no one can check you out while he was checking out.

The ride home was a bit quiet aside from his short answers to your comments. Once the groceries are put away, and the pasta was put to boil, you finally brought it up.

“ Noah, what is going on with you? You’ve been acting weird since we went shopping”

“ It’s nothing okay? “ he answers in a tone that completely says it wasn’t OK. And then it hit you.

“ wait…. Did you get jealous with Jason” you asked coming closer “know what you should know nothing happened between us. On top of that you know I don’t have any interest in anyone but you”

“Look I know. I just hate when others think they can just take you from me like that” he said coming closer to you so that he tall frame towered over yours “…your my girl” he semi whispered

“I’m your girl?” You repeat as your hands slide up his chest and around his neck and link your fingers together

He lowers his head and kisses your lips “you’re..my…girl” he says between each one. Punctuating the statement with a deeper longer kiss. The one kiss soon became many, desperate, passionate and searing.

“Upstairs” he said as you feel his hand grip your waist tighter. You take a hold of his hand and climb the stairs up to your shared bedroom. This isn’t the first time Noah had resorted to sex when he was feeling very possessive and jealous over you. In his way this was how he got the pent-up emotions out and how he felt like you were still only his.

you both stumble in the room, lips still dancing together as your hands fumbled to get each other’s clothes off as soon as possible. Once you were both down to only your underwear it was only a matter of who would take control first. Now normally Noah would be the more dominant one but sometimes you need to switch shit up on him.

So instead of him getting you onto the bed, you turn around and push him towards the bed until he was propped up on his elbows.

“ oh, so someone wants to be in charge tonight, huh” he smirked

“ oh, hush, Mr. jealous” you answer back. You keep eye contact with him as you seductively and slowly unclasp your bra and let it fall to the floor. 

“Fuck babe…” he said as the tent in his underwear only groom. To say that he loves your breasts was an understatement. “Get your ass over here already”

You take a step closer and run your hands from his knees, up to his hips, and ounces chest as a straddle him.  This was one thing he loved for you to do. So just slightly tease them and work your way up to the exciting part. 

You sit down and feel his hard dick on your ass. Deep grown comes from his throat as you begin to grind back-and-forth on him. His large hands finding your waist guiding you in the same motion.

“Fucck, how do you feel this good without me being inside yet?” he ask

“ maybe it’s because I’m all yours. And no one else gets to feel this.” 

“ you’re right. Now take these off.” he said, pulling on the band of your underwear, letting it snapped back in place.

You with yourself off of him only to get your underwear off or he does the same.  in one movie motion sit down on him and take a second to adjust to him. The fullness made your head fall back in pleasure. And the tightness around his dick made him a groan.

“God, you feel so good. Please princess move” he pants, wanting to amplify the pleasure he felt. One thing about him was that he was shy, and everyone knew that. But behind closed doors he was very much a talker, especially during sex.

“Mmm Noah, you feel so good” you moan. His large tattooed hands come up and massage your breasts

“Yea baby just like that, ride that dick baby, fuck!” He moans as he raise your hips up, almost bringing him all the way out and sit back down again.

In one quick motion, he flips you onto your bag so that he was not on top. He then resumes with deep, long strokes. His mouth finding your shoulders and neck. Leaving hickeys in bite marks behind. He was going to make sure the next time you went out everyone knew you belong to him.

“Does it feel good baby?” He asks “tell me who’s making you feel good” he growls in your ear wanting to hear it come from you

“Y-you Noah” you moan as your nails rake down his back. Your own back arching off of the bed as he brushes against that one spot that makes you see stars.

“Louder baby,” he came off of you and held your hips and pounded into your harder. Chasing both of your highs

“Noah! You! Only you! Fuck, please!” You cry out and practically beg him. He continued to hit your sweet spot and you felt yourself coming, Oh so close. The knot in your stomach was tightening your toes curling. You were pretty sure you were very close to drawing blood from his forearms.

“ that’s a baby come for me, cum over this dick” he encouraged you as he watched himself come in and out of you “and let me…let me cum in that pussy. Make it mine” he growls as he snaps his hips harder and harder. Finally, you get your release and clamp down around him. And in a few more times he feels you so deliciously.

He groans in ecstasy “oh fuck….fuck that was amazing” he pants as he leans down and kisses your cheek leading to your lips “I love you babes” he whispers

“I love you too” you answer back “but please know I’m only yours” you smile at him

“Hey no harm in some jealousy, besides you always enjoy the outcome” he chuckles helping you up and get comfortable.

Later that night you had asked for a glass of water. And of course, being a boyfriend he is he goes to get you a nice glass of water before you were to go off to bed. As he was walking into the kitchen, he saw Jolly sitting on the couch.

“Hey how’s it going?” he asks casually as he’s pouring a glass of water.

“ nothing much just waiting for you to be done so I can go to bed” he said, with a straight face, and all that could be heard. Was the water being poured into the glass

“…..” o-o (Noah)

“….” -_- (jolly)

“…. Oh, we are done now.” he says and walks back to the stairs to bring you your water

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[a-short-alien]

THE BIRTHDAY BOY!!! And the entire reason I became so invested in DC in the first place, dear Dicky boy.

Dick and Clown first met when Clown was adopted at about seven years old. They first started as enemies but soon Dick noticed the way he fought, it was as if someone had trained him to copy his every move. Soon he realized Clown was intentionally losing fights, as if he didn’t want to be in them. On his own, Robin found and confronted the little Clown and after admitting he only fought because his father asked him to, they became good friends. They both intentionally faked fights and even found ways to separate from their fathers so they could just sit and talk instead. Soon when Joker aborted the plan to get his own Robin, they started meeting on their own. Clown was eventually trusted enough with his real identity and they even met during the day, Clown sneaking onto his Highschool/College campus at times. When he was fired from being Robin, their friendship became a bit more strained and they began to drift further away until they were entirely no contact. In their time apart Dick had all of his antics with spiral and the court of owls, Clown occasionally stalking him to check on him. When he thought Dick had died Clown mourned him the same way he did Jason. When he found he was alive again, he dumped his boyfriend, the Riddler, and moved to Blüdhaven. He spent his days annoying Nightwing and repeatedly hinting at a plan to "take him down". Dick found it more endearingly annoying than anything so he sort of let him do his thing. One day Dick caught him stealing from tourists, but he noticed a pattern in the thefts. Clown was very careful to steal from tourists on the richer side, and only stole money he knew they wouldn't notice was missing. After looking into it a bit further he found out not only was Clown extremely poor but also legally had been dead the entire time he had known him, so there was no way for him to get a real job. From that point on Dick had started helping him out, turning a blind eye to the thefts and even buying him food often. As days got colder they spent more and more time together until Clown slowly began to move into his apartment and eventually admitted his feelings for Nightwing. After a long conversation they found he reciprocated and now the two live together and are working on getting Clown's life back to some form of "normal".

Bruce found out about their friendship at 14 because Robin had taken a photo on a camera that he didn't realize was connected to the bat computer of them on a rooftop together, Clown now had the only copy of the photo left hung up in their apartment

Clown sort of “perches” on Dick all the time, climbing up onto his back, clinging to just chest, ect

Dick is an excellent cook, Alfred was determined to not let him end up like Bruce who somehow can even fuck up making cereal

Despite being close, due to his early transition, Dick had no idea Clown was trans and upon seeing his top surgery scars for the first time solemnly asked “did the Joker do this to you?” causing Clown to burst out in laughter for several minutes

Due to his high attendance at EVERY SINGLE PRIDE EVENT people already figured Dick was queer so when he did come out publicly, genuinely no one was surprised (especially with Bruce’s track record)

When they first started dating Dick regularly freaked out about how Bruce would feel so much so that when Bruce actually found out, he had sort of stopped worrying and was unphased by the resulting argument

Dick actually retrained Clown in combat because the joker had done so poorly and he worried about his safety

Bonus birthday HC: Every year everyone throws a surprise party for Dick, they do it every year and the kid is a great detective but some how always ends up (pleasantly) surprised

Sorry I’m sort of blanking on Nightwing HC’s at the moment more will come in the future don’t worry

[writtenjewels]

Summer part 5

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Since it was his first year as the town's farmer, Jason figured he should make an appearance at the summer potluck. It would give him a chance to socialize with the other villagers, and he'd get some good food in the bargain. He even decided to bring something to the potluck. Jason didn't have the time to cook anything, but he could manage fresh eggs and milk.

The town square was transformed into an outdoor buffet. Long tables were laid out, with chairs for the attendants and one holding all the food. Jason added his milk and eggs to the offerings before going to chat with the locals.

“Hey, Jason!” Nick waved. He ran the general store and sold Jason all his seeds, so the two had gotten to know each other very well over the months. “Glad you could make it!”

“Wouldn't miss it, man. You close the store for the day?”

“Yeah, I didn't want to miss this. Be sure to get some green bean casserole.”

“That what you brought?” Jason guessed.

“It's a family recipe,” Nick confirmed.

Jason chatted with a few other residents. He didn't realize he was looking for Salim until he found the guy talking with the local doctor. Salim happened to turn his gaze away in time to catch Jason's eye. A smile lit up the man's face. He pointed to one of the empty seats and raised his eyebrows; Jason gave him a nod. As if he would say no to hanging out with Salim.

“It seems we're both out of uniform today, my friend,” Salim remarked once they both filled their plates with food. It was true: Salim wasn't in his cafe outfit for once. The T-shirt he wore instead was decorated in tropical flowers. Somehow he made it look good. “I was beginning to think that hat was glued on your head,” Salim added teasingly.

“Fuck off, asshole,” Jason retorted, keeping his tone light. Salim laughed, his expression warming. A little sunburn was worth it to have Salim smile at Jason like that. “What'd you make for this thing, anyway?”

“I didn't bring anything except a hungry belly. Everyone else is taking a day off from their work, and I thought I should do the same.”

“Makes sense,” Jason agreed. “I see you got the milk I brought,” he added.

“I like everything you bring from your farm,” Salim replied. It was a pretty innocuous comment, and yet it made Jason's heart beat a little faster.

It was a little ridiculous how he reacted to this guy. What the hell was he getting flustered for? He and Salim were friends; they complimented each other before. Jason pushed it aside and focused on enjoying the food and company. He and Salim passed jokes and teasing back and forth while they ate. It was the longest they got to sit down and talk since they met. They had a friendly argument about books (Jason didn't read much) that carried them into the evening.

“Back to work tomorrow, I guess,” Jason sighed.

“I'm afraid so.” Salim flashed him an amused smile. “Don't act like you don't love it.”

“I do,” Jason confessed. “When I moved here, I sure wasn't expectin' to make much of farm life. But it's been really great.”

“I know what you mean,” Salim nodded. “Being here has been good for me, too.” It wasn't the first time they both hinted at deeper reasons for being here.

“Attention, everyone!” the mayor called. “We are closing the square for the evening. Thank you all for coming and bringing so many delicious foods! Don't forget to take any dishware back with you!”

“Well...” Jason suddenly felt awkward. “Good night.”

“Good night, Jason,” Salim returned. “I'll see you tomorrow.” Something about how confident Salim was that Jason would stop by the cafe made Jason smile.

“Definitely.”

[xojennyboo]

I have everything that I’ve ever wanted in life. I have a beautiful home, a nice car, my dream job, a husband, and two beautiful kids. I am set for life and couldn’t be any happier. Although that’s what I thought a couple of months ago. 5 months ago, I gave birth to our second child, Elena. She is a blessing through and through. After my first pregnancy with Lorenzo, our 2-year-old, the doctors had informed me that conceiving again would be extremely difficult and if it were to happen it would be high risk. Due to this information, it halted our plans of extending our family. My marriage wasn’t as strong as it used to be and my husband, Jason, was more distant than ever. Once we found out I was pregnant it did bring us closer together but only during the pregnancy and only for the first 3 months of Elena’s birth. I tried everything to hold the pieces together, but I was getting physically and emotionally tired.

It got to the point where he wouldn’t even touch me anymore. He would always comment on my weight after the pregnancy, which wasn’t even bad. I would just ignore the bad comments and focus all of my attention on my kids and my job. I was very lucky on having a job where I got to work remotely. I was able to plan my life accordingly. Today I had a personal review meeting which forced me to go into the office. Jason had work which required me to call our babysitter Carol. Once she was here, I quickly got ready, explained everything to her for the kids, and I was on my way to the office.

The meeting went extremely well. I got a huge promotion and a raise. I felt in a celebratory mood and decided I would cook a nice dinner for my family. I quickly event to Whole Foods and purchased the necessary things I needed for dinner. I paid for my things and headed home with a huge smile on my face. I pulled into the driveway and saw Jason’s car parked. Excellent. I turned off the ignition and got out of my car. At the same time, I noticed our best friend/neighbor Harry getting out of his car as well. “Hey y/n. Let me help you with those”, he says noticing the way I attempted to carry everything with me. “Thank you, Harry,”, I say to him handing him the heavier bags.

Harry has been a great friend to Jason and me since college. Harry has always held a special place in my heart since I could remember. In our earlier days, we use to date prior to meeting Jason. My friendship with Harry was so special and strong that you remained very close friends even after your breakup. Him and Jason became super close and were like brothers.it wasn’t a surprise to me that Jason wanted to purchase the house next door. Holidays and celebrations were always fun when Harry was around. “What are you doing tonight?", I asked him as we walked to the front door. “Nothing much. How come?”, he questions, grabbing some of my bags so I could grab my key from my bag. “Want to come by for dinner?", I invited opening the front door. “Yeah, old love to”, he says walking with me towards the kitchen. “Great! How does 6pm sound?”, I placed the bags on the island and started taking out the stuff. “6pm sounds good”, he says helping me. Once it was quiet, you realized it was too quiet. Furrowing my eyebrows I slowly walked around into the living room where the TV was on with very light volume. “Harry, do you mind helping me find Edward. The TV is on but he’s not here. Jason's car is outside. Maybe they’re in the play room?”, I suggest. Without hesitations Harry walks with me upstairs. He goes left into the playroom, and I go right where my bedroom is. When I open the bedroom door, I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing. Right in front of me, I saw my husband of 7 years having sex with the babysitter. They didn’t hear me come in, too busy. I saw red. Tears threatening to spill out due to the huge pain I felt in my heart. I grabbed the lamp that was right next to the door and slammed it on the floor as hard as I could. “Y/N!”, I heard Harry say, his footsteps carrying him into the bedroom where my husband and babysitter were now sitting up with shock and fear on their face.

“Get out”, a calmly say. “B-babe. This isn’t what it looks like”, Jason defends. “Get out”, I repeat. I feel Harry shift, his eyes looking at my calm demeanor. Probably it was because his hand rested on my lower back. “Mrs”, “I do not want you to step into this house ever again. Do you understand”, I fiercely say. Her eyes held tears from how scared she was on getting caught. “y/n babe. I can explain”, he gets dressed and runs towards me. But before he could even touch me, my hand made a painful contact with his face, his head turning from the impact. Silence. I wanted to break down and cry right there, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

“I want you out of my house within the hour. I don’t care where you go or where you stay. The kids stay with me. I want you out”, I say, turning around and about to walk out before I felt the tight grip of Jason’s hand around my arm making me wince. “You’re gonna listen-“, but before Jason could finish Harry’s fist made impact with his face. “What the fuck Harry!”, Jason yelled at him, a bit of blood oozing out of his busted lip. “Don’t ever put a hand on her again do you understand “, he yelled back rage evident all over his face. Before things heated back up, I went into Elena’s nursery where she played awake. “Hi my darling. Come to mama”, I cooed picking her up and carrying her in my arms. “Let’s go find your brother yeah”, I whispered walking into the playroom where Edward sat playing with his toys. They were so innocent and pure, completely unaware of the huge changes that were about to happen. “Mama”, Edward says dropping his toys and walking towards me with his arms wide opened. Hearing Harry and Jason arguing, I closed the door behind me and walked towards the sofa against the wall. “Hey my handsome boy. I’ve missed you so much”, I say, picking him up the best I could with Elena in my other arm. Once on the sofa, he climbed onto my lap and gave me a huge hug. Little did he know how much I needed it.

“Want to watch a movie my love? I asked Edward. “Yes please” he mumbled. “Any suggestions?”, I grabbed the remote turning the TV on. “Bluey”, he says with excitement. Bluey has become his favorite show as of late. “Of course,”, I giggled putting on his favorite show. The theme song played through the speakers and Edward started singing along with it making me smile and proud at how quickly he picked up on everything. “Great job my love”, I say, kissing the top of his head. “Come. Sit here while I feed your baby sister”, I say, sitting him right besides me. I lift up my shirt from the side and shift my bra down so that Elena finds my breast. As if on cue, she latches onto my nipple and begins to feed. That feeling never gets comfortable.

I kept looking at the clock on my phone. I had managed to feed Elena and keep Edward entertained for almost an hour. I tried listening to what was happening outside, but it was quiet. I was hurt, I’m not gonna lie. But for some reason I felt like a weight had been lifted. I also questioned whether I still loved Jason. Taking in all those mean comments from him for months made me realize how mean he could be. I just wished that he could’ve told me that he didn’t love me no more instead of cheating. I was so into my thoughts that I didn’t hear the door opening. “Uncle Harry!”, I hear Edward say next to me, my vision averting towards Harry standing on the doorway. “Hey champ”, he says making his way towards my son and picking up and lifting him mp into the air making Edward laugh. “He left?”, I question as he sat next to me bringing Edward with him. “Yeah. He took majority of his things and left. He said he was going to stay with his brother if you needed anything", he says making me scoff. I definitely didn’t need anything from him.

“Y/N, I just want to say th-”, I put my hand up for him to stop. I didn’t want to talk about any of this in front of my kids. “Not now. Please. Will you still be staying for dinner?", I ask him, hoping he’d say yes. “Uh. Sure. If you still want me to” he says scratching the back of his neck in confusion. “Great. Do you mind helping me put the babies to nap?”, my eyes screaming for help. I was feeling everything and nothing all at once. “Yeah of course. I’ll help with Edward”, he says getting up from his seat and carrying a sleepy Edward. “Come on champ. Let's take a nap”, he says exiting the room leaving me with Elena. I patted her small back to get her gases out before her pap. Once she did, I walked towards the nursery and put her in her crib. She looked so innocent and calm when she slept. Turning off the lights I went downstairs and began prepping for dinner. I couldn’t help but notice that Harry had put the groceries away in the middle of all this drama.

I started chopping up the veggies I needed but I couldn’t focus. My mind replaying the beautiful memories that I shared with Jason. All of it felt like a complete waste of time, besides my babies of course. What could’ve possibly gone wrong? Did I do something wrong? Was I not good enough for him anymore? Did he not love me anymore? All of my questions caused me to break down right there and then. Tears streamed dawn my face as I broke down for the first time. I couldn’t help but picture the image of him having sex with the woman who took care of our kids. A woman who was younger than the both of us. In our bed. I couldn’t sleep in there anymore. “Hey, Edward, is finally down”, I near Harry say as he walked into the kitchen but stopped in his tracks once he saw the state I was in. “Oh love. Come here”, he said opening his arms for me to embrace. And I did just that. I hugged him and he let me cry as much as I needed to. He caressed my head, his fingers running through my hair, a gesture only he knew would calm me instantly when I’m upset. He kissed the top of my head as he swayed us side to side in the kitchen. All I could think of was what if it was Harry instead of Jason? Would he have done the same thing?

It took a while for me to calm down my eyes red and puffy once I stopped crying. “There’s no way in hell that you’re looking tonight. We’re going to order take out and drink a bit of wine once we put the kids to bed, okay?”, he says. All I could do was nod my head in defeat. Harry let me go for a second as he put the mess I made away. “Come on, lets go sit in the living room for a bit”, he says grabbing my hand in his and walking us into the living room to sit on the sofa. Without even asking, Harry wrapped me in his arms and cuddled me, the familiarity of our past making me giggle. “There it is. The sound that I love so much”, he says poking my dimple that appeared on my cheek.

We sat there silence his fingers playing with my hair, our bodies cuddled together. I could hear his heart beating from the position that I was in.it soothed me in some way. As we sat there, I kept looking at the framed photo of me and Jason on our wedding day. We looked so happy in that picture. The more I looked at the photo the more I couldn’t recognize them. We have changed so much since then. Tears silently fell from my face and landed on Harry’s shirt. “Is there something wrong with me?”, I whispered to him. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with you love. His just stupid and hasn’t realized how perfect you are”, he whispered back. I could hear his heart rate increase when he spoke. “World you have done the same?”, I question. “Now why on earth would I have done that to you? You are perfect. You are everything that a man would want and more”, he says. “You think?”, I look up to his face for the first time since we have been in the living room. He looks et me, his eyes dancing all over my face. He smiles gently, bringing his hand up to wipe the tears off my face. “Honey, I know you are. I’ve been win you, don’t you remember", he teased making me smile.

Before I could day anything Elena’s cries broke our attention away from each other. “Let me get her. You stay here”, he says getting up and going upstairs. I sat up on the sofa and wiped my face, getting rid of any tears left behind. “Guess who is also up”, Harry said holding both of my kids, one on each arm.in that moment all I could think of was what if it was Harry and not Jason. What would our lives have been if we were the ones to marry. Would we have had kids? Would we line happily ever after? I pushed the thoughts away and plastered a smile on my face. “Come here my loves”, I say. Edward immediately opened his arms out to me, wanting to be held. I took him in my arms and embraced him in a hug. He was the sweetest little boy ever. He is very smart and loving. Definitely a momma’s boy. I look over at Harry who had Elena in his arms. The sight warmed my heart. “It suits you, you know”, I say aloud, speaking my random thoughts into existence. “What does?”, he says, making silly faces to Elena. “Being a dad”, I begin rocking back and forth in my seat, something that comforted Edward. “You think? I don’t know”, he modestly says. “Well, I’ve seen you with my children and how you care for them. You’re a natural", I compliment. He shrugs his shoulders.: maybe one day. With the right person”, he looks up to me when he says this, maintaining eye contact with me. Deep down, I knew we were thinking the same thing.

4 months later…

Four months flew by in a wink of an eye. Within those four months I filed for a divorce. I was definitely not giving Jason a second chance. Keep down I knew he knew he had fucked up. I had also remodeled the house a bit to my liking, with the help of Harry. My relationship with Harry had been quite interesting. He came by every single day. We always hung out with the kids. Jason would take the kids on his assigned days since we have joint custody and, on those days, Harry would plan things for us to do. I couldn’t help but feel the reconnection between us. We flirted constantly with one another and stole glances here and there. When he stayed over rue would fall asleep on the couch. He was a great help with the kids, and I appreciated it.

Today, the divorce would be finalized. Unfortunately, that meant I had to go to court. Once I got the kids ready for their day. And made sure Harry had everything he needed to take care of the kids, I went straight to the courthouse. Once there, I sat with my lawyer and waited for Jason to arrive. As if on cue, the door opened and in he walked and sat with his lawyer. As the days went by, and I accepted the fact that we were no longer going to be together, seeing him was easier. He picked the kids up at the house and left. Although our relationship had ended romantically, I still wanted to have a good enough relationship to co-parent our kids.

Once the case was closed, I quickly grabbed my purse and started walking out of the courthouse. “Y/n wait up”, I near Jason’s voice behind me. I turned around to see him catching up to me. “Yea?”, I say wondering what he could possibly need. “I just wanted to talk to you”, he says making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "About?", I hold my arms in front of me. “Can we go grab a coffee?', he suggests. I suck in my pride and agree, deciding on meeting at the nearby Starbucks. He had arrived first and when I got in, he already had my coffee in his hand. “Thank you”, I say, taking A seat on one of the sofas. “What did you want to talk about?”, I say sipping my coffee. He fidgeted in his seat and took a couple of sips of his coffee before speaking. “I just wanted to apologize. Sincerely. For everything. I know I wasn’t the best husband and father, but I really did love you”, he days, taking my hands in his. I didn’t know what to say. “I’m not asking for your forgiveness. I just wanted to say that I was sorry for all of the pain I put you through", he finishes.

“For one, you’re a great dad to our kids and hopefully that doesn’t change. The first couple of days were difficult. I really hated you, Jason. I never wanted to see you again. But then I thought of own kids. They need their dad. In some way, one forgiven you. I’m not saying what you did was right, but one accepted that our love just ran out romantically. I just hope that we can manage to be civil and have a good enough friendship for our kid's sake”, I finished. “Of course we can. Thank you very much y/n. You’ve always been so forgiving”, he says. “Can I ask you one more thing?”, he says. I nod taking another sip of my coffee. “The noticed that he’s been at the house quite often. Are you two giving it another go?”, he says, a playful smirk on his face. “Uh… he’s helped me get through this thing. He’s been a great help”, I answered. He just nods his head. “Well, I think I should head back home”, I say getting up before he asks any other questions. "Alright. Thank you for joining me and letting me apologize", he says and hugs me catching me off guard. “If things spark up with H, go for it”, he whispers before taking his leave, leaving me in the coffee shop more confused than ever.

I drone back to the house why on earth would my ex-husband say to go for it with one of his best friends. I mean, year, Harry is pretty placed off at Jaxon but that’s besides the point. I pulled into the driveway and event inside. When I opened the I was met with Harry running around the living room with Edward. Elena was in her rocking chair watching the two of them. “Took who it is. Its mama. Let’s go say hi”, Harry said picking Edward up and coming to me to engulf me in a comforting hug. “Mommy”, Edward said grabbing my face with his tiny little hands. “Hey my lone. Mama’s here “, I cooed. “how’d it go?”, Harry asked leaning against the couch. “It was quite interesting to say the least”, I say and told him everything that happened, besides the last thing Jason told me. “That’s very nice of you to forgive him. Shows what a wonderful person you are”, he says. “On that note, I think tonight calls for a celebratory evening. Do you think you can get a sitter tonight?", he suggests. “Oh… maybe my mom?”, I say, more as a question. “I can ask Gemma?”, he suggests. “It’ll be okay. You need a small break just for a few hours. I can even ack her to come here instead and I can make us dinner at my house”, he says, already seeing I was hesitant. “Okay”, I give in.

The plan went just like that. Gemma arrived at the house assuring me that they were fine. Separation anxiety sucks. “Come, let’s go”, Harry said before dragging me out the door and into his house. “Har”, I begin to say but get pulled back and pinned to the door by Harry who attaches his lips to mine immediately. Oh my… It took me a few seconds to process what was going on, but I kissed him back. Flashbacks of our relationship from the past flood my mind. He’s feeling the same way I am! With my hands resting on each side of my head against the door, Harry intertwines our fingers together. I hadn’t realized how much I’ve missed his lips on mine, feeling like we were the only two people in the world. He took my bother lip between his teeth, slightly biting it and then sucking it to case the sharp pair. He lets go of my hands and places them against my neck, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss.

He kisses me down my face and onto my neck. “Harry”, I pant, out of breath from the intense kissing. I’ve been waiting to do that for such a long time”, he says, bringing his lips to mine again. I pull back, looking at his red swollen lips and then up to his eyes. “You feel the same way?”, I ask. “Of course I do. I just had to wait until after you were fully divorced", he says. “Dinner can wait a few if you’d like…”, he cheekily says, his fingers sliding up my arms creating goosebumps. I didn’t want to think anymore. I just wanted him. All of him. Now. I nodded my head with a smile as Harry didn’t waste time to lift me up against the door. “Where”, he pants, kissing my neck eagerly. “Here”, I smirk, my hands tugging at his hair. With a sinister smirk Harry kisses me, his hands on my legs that were around his waist. They go up my dress lifting it, so it rests on my waist. “No foreplay Harry. I need you”, I pathetically plea. “Your wish is my command babe, he says. Putting me down on the floor, he starts removing his pants, throwing them aside. He then removes my panties. “Give me one second”, he kisses me before going upstairs into his bedroom and then quickly coming down with a condom on. “Now, where were we”, he smirks lifting me back up. “This is giving me Déjà vu”, I say making him laugh. “Oh, we’ve had our fun times”, he kisses me again, this time feeling his hard cock against my thigh. “I need you Harry”, I whine, desperate to feel him inside me. Without any hesitation he positioned himself and inserted himself. As soon as I felt the necessary stretch of his cock inside me, we both let out a sigh, relieved to finally feel each other this way after so many years.

“Fuck you feel amazing, just like I remember”, he says nuzzling his face at the crook of my neck as he starts thrusting. He felt so good. “Fuck”, I moan, my head resting against the door as he fucks me against it. Our moans fill his hallway, his lips kissing my chest. “S-sofa”, I moan, wanting him not to carry me anymore. He carried me into the sofa, the dimly lit room having such a cozy feeling. “Let me take you from behind”, he mumbled, positioning me on my knees on the sofa, my elbows resting on the edge. “Fuck you look amazing this way”, he says. Without wasting anymore time he inserts back inside me and this time I feel him deeper. A strangled moan leaves my lips at the feeling. He leans in more, his chest meeting my back, his hot skin against mine, as he cups my breasts. My body starts to loosen up, really getting into the rhythm and I start meeting Harry in the middle, moving back as he thrusts into me. “Fuck “, he groans, twisting my nipple in the process. My head falling back to rest on his shoulders as he consumes me. Soon my body starts feeling very sensitive, my orgasm approaching sooner than I’d like. Harry reaches down my front, sliding his hand between my legs to play with my swollen nub. “That’s right baby. Cum for me, yeah?”, he teases, whispering into my ear. He always knew I like dirty talk. “Show me how good I make you feel baby. Cover my cock with your cum”, he says biting my earlobe which sends a shock through my body. “F-fuck. Keep going Harry. Don’t stop”, I moan out, closing my eyes shut as my body slowly starts to let go. “Fuck I’m about to cum”, he groans, his hands on my waist controlling our movements. “Pull my hair”, I moan, his hand circling around my hair and slight pulling it back. “I forget how dirty you are”, he moans. His thrust becoming faster, the sound of our skin slapping against one another sent me over the edge. “Fuck fuck fuck”, I moan out as I cum all over his dick. “That’s right honey, give me everything”, he says, riding my orgasm out until he finally cums, his movements ceasing as he cums in the condom. We stay still for a couple seconds, too tired to move. I feel his lips kiss my back, up my shoulders, and onto my neck. He removes himself from me, turning me around in his grip. Taking my face in his hands he kisses me, softer this time. “That was amazing”, he says against my lips. “You were amazing”, I whispered. “You’re amazing”, he whispers, rubbing our noses together. “Thank you, for everything Harry”, I say, bringing my hands up to move a strand of hair from his eyesight. “You don’t have to thank me Y/N. You know that I’ll always be there. I’ll do anything for you”, he confesses bringing a smoky to my face. “And I’d do the same for you”, I kiss his lips. “Now…how about I make us dinner and maybe we can squeeze in another love making session yeah?”, he grins, his suggestion making me laugh at how quickly he can change the subject. “Sounds like a plan”, I say. As he walks away, I can see us being together again. It would be y/n and Harry again, plus my babies. Our small little family. A future together, just like we had always wanted.

[anawrites3]

Hellooo 💕

For the wip ask game I’d love to know more about Neil and aggressive omegas💕💕💕💕💕

Omg so sorry I missed your ask! Thank you for taking interest 💕

I'm gonna assume 'Neil' is autocorrect and you actually meant nwil haha It's short for 'not what it looks (like)' and it's a 4+1 polycule Teen Titans story where Jason, Tim, Damian and Duke each think that Dick is dating someone else and they caught the suppoused SO "cheating".

We have Duke thinking Dick is dating Wally and then seeing Wally with Artemis, Jason thinking he's dating Roy and seeing Roy with Kory, Tim thinking Dick's dating Joey and seeing him with Garth and Damian thinking he's dating Kory and seeing her with Donna. Cass and Steph are not in because they know they're in polycule lmao

The +1 is when they all decide to tell Dick that his suppoused SO is cheating on them and they make it a big thing with calling everyone into one room to announce it. The best thing is, Bruce had no idea at all that Dick is dating anyone and now he's learning that he's dating not one but multiple partners haha

A snippet;

Wally was Dick's boyfriend. They didn't exactly announce it when Wally was introduced to him but Duke would have to be completely stupid not to see it. The way they were always pressed close, the mere way they looked at each other with so much love and trust. So of course Bruce had to hate Wally. Of course Damian, who often acted like a guard dog when it came to Dick, hated him too and both Tim and Jason acted disgusted by all their flirting. And they flirted <i>a lot</i>. "Come on, babe." Wally whined into Dick's shoulder. He had his arms wrapped tightly around Dick's waist and was doing his best to distract him from cooking. Duke, who came to the kitchen to do his homework in peace, pretended not to even notice them. "Just this once." "No, Walls." Dick laughed, swatting at him with a spatula. "And don't try to change my mind about this, it won't work." "Are you sure?" Wally purred. Duke lifted his head just in time to see the way he slipped his thumb under Dick's shirt to stroke at his bare hip. "I heard I can be very convincing." "Not in front of my baby brother." Dick scolded and actually hit Wally's arm this time. Duke blushed and lowered his head sharply. "Oh, come on, I'm not even doing anything." Wally grumbled but came back to simply hold Dick's waist. "And Duke doesn't mind, right dude?" "I don't even know what you're talking about." He denied, scribbling furiously in his notebook. "Yeah, sure." Dick drawled sarcastically, before adding. "You don't have to put up with his bullshit, Duke. You can just tell him what a loser he is, like everyone else does. He won't even mind." "Hey! You love this loser!" "Do I?" Dick teased with a smile. His eyes were shining when he looked at Wally over his shoulder and the redhead answered by shifting minutely, in a way that brought their faces closer. "I don't think Wally's a loser." Duke said loudly to interrupt their moment. They seemed very happy and in love and you know, good for them but they really didn't have to make out in front of him. Or so close to the food. "You're a great guy, Wally. I don't get why other guys are so mean to you all the time. " "Aww, thanks, little bat!" Wally sent a smile his way and winked. "You're my favorite too." "Ekhem." "Second favorite," He corrected himself quickly, hooking his chin on Dick's shoulder. "That goes without saying, babe. Anyway, I think they're just jealous. Y'know, of my speed, my hilarious jokes and obviously my good looks. Who wouldn't be?"

And this little moment :3

"With Wilson's son?!" "Bruce, it's not-" "Does Wilson know about this?" Bruce demanded. Oh yeah, Slade knew it all right. He walked in on Dick and Joey in one of his safehouses, in full Deathstroke regalia and a gun in hand - Dick was never going to live that one down.

And aggressive omegas is a fic based on that post that showed some animal dynamics anddd the last part about hyenas the "males will present their erections to females to show submission the same way other animals present their throat" got me like 👀👀👀 And I thought about the wolrd where omegas are the more aggresive ones. Especially when they're in heat - they're almost feral then.

So Slade wants to help Dick through his heat because he's sure he'll be able to handle him and of course Dick agrees because heats are much better when alpha is helping out even though it doesn't happen often because alphas are mostly afraid of omegas in heat. And at one point Dick manages to pin Slade down and he bites him bloody so to calm the omega down at least a bit Slade decides to show submission

And it does work and make Dick all pleasant because his alpha is showing himself off so nicely :3 and then they fuck nasty lmao

A lil snippet;

The smell of in-heat omega hit him as soon as he opened the door. Slade stopped in front of the apartment, his hand still on the doorknob and he took a moment to just enjoy the smell. It was sweet but not overwhelmingly so, caramel-like and Slade wasn't usually a big fan of sweets but this one made saliva gather in his mouth. He waited a short moment to let that scent wrap around him, enjoy it some more before finally stepping over the threshold. He got just enough time to close the door behind himself and turn the key to properly lock it, before a quiet creek sounded behind him. Body slammed into him, throwing him to the ground and normally Slade would just dodge it and attack back before the other person knew what was happening but this time it wouldn't do him any good. Dick Grayson seated himself over his hips, fingers digging into Slade's wrist to properly pin his hands on the floor by his head. Dick's upper lip was curled up in a sneer as he growled, pupils dilated and sharp fangs displayed in warning. "Omega." Slade greeted and Dick's nails dug into his skin even more.

Thank you for asking!! 💕💕

[gaddaboutgriffon]

dc x dp Revival Brothers Pt2

5 Red Hood doesn't let Danny use the equipment to try and work on purifying the ectoplasm now, but Danny explains it acts like a dialysis machine and would take time so he will leave the equipment with hood. Danny was running low on time anyway and needed to get back to the hotel. Hood and Nightwing go back to the bat cave and start checking out the equipment and comparing ectoplasm to their records of the chemical makeup of pit water. everything checks out and matches up with Dannys explanation. (The ecto dialysis clamps on like a pressure cuff and doesn't have any needles) Hood tries it for a few minutes and instantly feels it working to quiet the pit. Nightwing is keeping an eye on him anyway while looking up the things Oracle found about Phantom, amity park and the Fentons. Batman, Red Robin, and Robin arrive back at the cave after the patrol is over. Bruce is not happy about Jason just trying the device with an unknown substance but the fact that it is helping with clearing out the pit madness, and actually helping him feel better and more refreshed than he has since he got revived lets it continue but tells Hood he is benched for a while so they can monitor for side effects. Jason flips him off, but Bruce ignores it. He then turns to Nightwing to see what he is researching. The Past year of Phantom's hero work in amity is on screen, which is surprising little outside of a school paper, and there was a lot of digging as it seems someone was trying to scrub all of it off of the internet. Same thing with the Fentons history. Nightwing goes over what he observed and what oracle saw/found, and they decide that someone needs to be sent to amity to investigate as something seems wrong. Bruce is going to have a have a file made and ready to send to a Lawer if needed. (Yes, Bruce's adoption issue continues). 6 A week or so latter Nightwing and red robin are scouting amity park, and checking the paper records of what has been going on while. and it is a lot more than expected and are surprised the Justice league hasn't been called in on some of the issues the town has had. As for Danny they observe a few ghost fights and the Fentons, and also the GIW (Guy in white) trying to kill or capture him. On one occasion they see him actually get hit and escape looking like he is bleeding ectoplasm. They also observe the family when Danny is in human form and the Fentons are good parents if a bit of bad cooks and absent minded. Though they did get a surprise when the food seemed to come to life and had to be taken down by an ecto gun. the GIW seems to be a problem and when they look into it find it isn't a real government agency and the anti ecto laws are also fake. another thing that they think is off and look into is Vlad masters and they start finding his criminal history. So now they are working on a game plan on dealing with these rouge elements with everyone back in Gotham. (Also, Jason is feeling great and is in a better mood than ever, but is starting to develop Meta abilities, going invisible or intangible randomly. He likes the abilities and sees how useful they will be, but the lack of control is frustrating him, and he is wanting to talk to phantom to get an explanation.)

I love replies. Especially when you add your own ideas.

[ajgrey9647]

Question Game: Quad Life Red

What does self-care look like for you? What if your favorite book? 5 Male Celebrity Crushes?

So I combined this ask with a previous one for Red... :) Told you I save them until the muse strikes lol

Quad Life Red:

Q. What does self-care look like for you?

A. For Red, self-care is not just taking care of his physical wellbeing but his mental health as well. In terms of his body, Red is dedicated to healthful eating, exercise, rest… He isn’t exactly able to visit a doctor’s office or other provider’s facilities since he isn’t supposed to exist in the Prime Universe; therefore no ID, social security number, past medical history, insurance information, etc. His glasses are most likely just reader’s that one can buy over the counter, not an official prescription.

Since coming to the Prime Universe and learning the truth about himself as an alternate personality and having access to the trauma CJ endured in the process of his creation, Red is very much aware of the importance of maintaining his mental health. He’s read books about his condition, PTSD and trauma, effective communication, and other interpersonal skills to help him related to others as he’s lived as a human pet for twenty years and had to remember appropriate human interactions and behaviors.

Red keeps a gratitude journal to help him keep in focus all the things he’s grateful for and that make him happy so he has to keep those at the forefront of his mind instead of everything he’s lost and endured. He has a bucket list of things that he’d like to do and experience in this ‘new’ world. Mindfulness is also something that Red is working on cultivating to keep his mind in the present day: breath-work, meditation, mindful walking and gardening, etc. He makes time for his hobbies and interests which include painting, gardening, animals, and he also is focused on taking care of the environment.

Red doesn’t spend a lot of time in front of a screen or other electronic device.

His motto would be: Live Simply and Practice Gratitude.

Q. What is your favorite book?

A. One of Red’s favorite books is ‘All Creatures Great and Small’ by James Herriot. (He’s actually reading it in the next chapter of one of my WIP’s lol). ‘A Very Small Farm’ by William Paul Winchester. Various works by Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Q. 5 Male Celebrity Crushes

A. Tom Ellis, Jonathan Bailey, Chris Hemsworth, Jason David Frank, and Chris Evans…

Q. What is Red’s favorite meal? Snack? Dessert? Drink? Any reasons behind this besides liking how it tastes?

A. Red’s stomach can’t tolerate greasy, sugary, sweet foods. He’s used to eating very healthily and simply, minimally processed. He loves sockeye salmon with grilled asparagus and a baked potato. As far as snacks, he does like salty things particularly ruffled potato chips. Dessert would probably be some type of fruit or maybe yogurt.

Red also does enjoy red wine, preferably a semi-sweet or dry. He usually drinks water or whole milk.

He finds comfort in the familiar and this way of eating sooths him just like having a pretty regular routine or schedule. He likes to know what to expect.

Q. What is Red’s most hated food? Stuff he can’t stand to eat or drink?

A. Red’s most hated foods are anything that are too sugary or sweet; it makes him gag and/or vomit. His tastebuds just can’t handle it.

(In Gift of Kismet, Drakkon reminds him of the incident with the slurpee at 7-11 when Red got a little too wild and fancy-free. Trying to drink a large super-sugary drink mixed with a little brain freeze… Didn’t go well for him.)

(Or when he tried to eat some Fruit Loops that Skull found when they had Red trapped in the containment cage in the Coinless World and had no idea what to feed him. He immediately spat it on the floor and acted like a cat with a hairball. He truly wasn’t trying to be a dick… it was reflexive.)

He thinks the things that Drakkon cooks, like the pancakes and sausages etc, smell SO SO good but its too heavy and he pukes.

[leatherforhell]

Things I Like About Myself, addressed to a Mr. Hobart Brown (@arachstar)

look at my hair isn’t it gorgeous

my eyes are dark brown which is so the best color

I have MULTIPLE ear piercings so I have OPTIONS which means I can have a goth earring a cute earring AND a seasonal earring. all at the same time. I’m a genius

I am so smart actually that should be its own point

I’m also hilarious. no one appreciates my humor enough 

speaking of kissing I am an excellent kisser 

Have you seen my tattoo?? gorgeous. designed it myself. can you believe

you have never in your life met anybody as good at menial chores as I am

I’m also great with kids. except for the swearing. but other than that I am so good

I have an excellent fashion sense

Actually my fashion sense is so impeccable that I can change styles every day and still look cute. have you ever seen me wearing the same outfit twice?? no you haven’t

I may not be good at cooking but I am good at finding food in a pinch, no one’s ever gonna be hungry around me

I also make the best fast food combos. stuff you’ve never even thought off. back to the genius thing

I do ALL THE JOBS and I do them ALL THE TIME!! construction? that’s me! janitorial? also me!! plumbing, electrical, tech?? damn I’m on a roll

did you know I can make a perfect circle without a stencil

I’m also good at juggling

dogs love me. actually all animals love me but like… dogs though

I might be bad at strategy games but I am a killer at fps

haha. killer. I am also good at puns

I have good taste in friends 🥰 nudge nudge

and also everything else tbh but especially music. hint hint

I’ve never once broken a bone despite all the dangerous Gotham bullshit. do you understand how impressive that is

Oh I didn’t even think about it because I never do my makeup but I’m great at that too. go me

I’m very expressive, which is great, because I live in the gloom capital of the world

I smell nice. or like, my soap smells nice. but I feel like it counts because I’m deliberately trying to smell nice

sometimes I can scare people just by using my I’m Not Mad I’m Just Disappointed face, which is always fun

I’m very good at shenanigans. you wanna do a hijink, I’m there

I have watched the pride and prejudice bbc miniseries in its entirety no less than eight times because I am Good Person and Jason wants to so I do it

I’m friends with some of the rogue gallery even though they are, infamously I would say, hard to get along with

I tip well

I’m bisexual

I’m very high energy

I am an EXCELLENT thief. literally how could anyone do better than ‘just teleport the thing to where I am.’ catwoman has nothin on me

I’m very good under pressure

I fall asleep and then STAY asleep, which is probably not a great one to list but I’m very glad I do it because I would be a monster if I didn’t sleep well

I’m a fast texter. speed demon 

as I said I’m not a good cook but I CAN make some mean tortillas. there’s an old lady in one of the apartment buildings I work on that was determined to make me learn how to cook one singular thing and that was the best we got

oh shit I speak so many languages! how did it take this long to mention that! I’m like a god damn universal translator! 

I’m very good with names AND faces

automatic designated driver and very good at it. nobody’s getting lost in an alley around me I’m keeping a close eye 👀

I’m a good dancer too! I used to be able to do pointe but I might break an ankle if I tried it now. but I’m still a good dancer in other styles

like did you know I can salsa. so sexy of me fr

I also know how to ice skate

and bowl! I’m so good at bowling!

I was a pretty cute kid, too. I wish I had pictures. I’ve only got one and it’s from a Photo Booth at the mall

my powers are really cool, actually. I can bend metal with my brain. that’s fucking cool

I know the subway and bus schedules by heart

oh and I can teleport! not just stuff but I can teleport ME 

I am also the person picking up all those leftover batarangs and whatnot. and putting them in neat and orderly piles. and then returning them to the Batmobile. in case anybody was wondering.

I picked a pretty badass name if I do say so myself 

I can do a back flip. fuck you thats 51 I’m so fucking good at this. bite me

[jaceeverett]

BY THE ROOM...

Kitchen:

What is the character’s favourite food?: Jason likes meat -- burgers, steak, lobster, chicken, anything that he can throw on the grill, but he isn't against adding it to go a good pasta or rice, either, to at least make it somewhat appetizing to someone who isn't ninety-nine percent carnivore. His all time favorite meal is steak and lobster, with a side of homemade garlic mashed potatoes, fully loaded, and macaroni and cheese.

Are they good at cooking? How good/bad?: Surprisingly, he's pretty great in the kitchen, having taught himself in and after the military. Given how fast and easy meals had to be, he's learned to take his time and really enjoy both the preparation and eating of meals that he wants.

Do they leave the dishes out?: No. His camper is small, even for one person, and extremely tidy. If he dirties a dish, it gets washed and put away as soon as he's finished with it.

What kind of food is in their refrigerator?: Fresh fruits and vegetables, a couple of bottles of condiments, water, iced tea, a couple of beers, pickles, olives, eggs, butter, the usual stuff -- he has meat and at least one tub of ice cream in the freezer, as well. Nothing really out of the ordinary.

Do they cook, eat out or get take-away/delivered food more?: He probably cooks more so than doing take-away or getting food delivered, but there's always a couple of nights a week that he will go out or have something delivered in.

Living Room:

How does the character spend weekends?: Truthfully? However he wants -- Jace both depends on and despises tight schedules. He is so used to living by a clock, doing what he needs to do when it needs to be done, but when he has his free time... he just wants to do whatever he wants to do. Up until moving to Merrock, his weekends normally meant meeting friends at a bar, or spending time kayaking or biking or hiking, and now? Getting to know his home again.

What kind of movies does the character watch?: Action, adventure, movies with things that explode a lot. He doesn't like to watch military or war movies, however.

What do they do with friends?: A lot of the aforementioned things, but he also has a love for board games... he's probably a little too good at them, too. Or he thinks he is, anyway.

What’s their favorite pastime?: Anything outdoors. But hiking is probably his favorite thing to do. He likes to leave early in the morning with enough supplies in his bag that he doesn't need to come home until late at night.

What’s their favorite TV show/Film?: Jason likes to watch shows about traveling, different areas of the world. Nothing in particular, though. He doesn't really have a favorite movie, either, but he has a lot of memories of watching Tall Tale over and over again as a kid. Oh, and Rockadoodle.

Bathroom:

How does the character prepare in the morning?: Get up, wash his face, put on some sunscreen, pull his hair back and go. He really does not have a long prep time in the morning.

Do they sing in the shower?: Yes. The camper bathroom has great acoustics in that little space, and Jason has always had a nice singing voice, so why not?

What kind of hair product/make-up do they use?: One of those embarrassing three-in-ones in the shower to wash up. Other than that, he has one sunscreen, one moisturizer, one deodorant, and one after shave slash cologne. He's a pretty simple guy. It's all normally scented like lemon or pine, sometimes eucalyptus and contributes to his constant fresh, outdoorsy smell.

How clean is this character?: Jason is clean; he might not look it, but he showers daily -- sometimes twice -- and is always washing his hands and keeping himself clean to avoid any problems while working outdoors.

Does the character have thousands of shampoo/shower gel bottles by the shower, or do they use only the bare essentials?: Nope. Just the bare essentials. He doesn't even really buy ahead, unless he's noticing that he needs something.

Bedroom:

How do they sleep? (Position, sleeping habits, bedtime routines): Jason sleeps on his side, with one hand under his pillow, most of the time. He's a pretty light sleeper, so he does wake if he hears something out of sorts, but most of the time can sleep through things like nature sounds or weather. He doesn't snore, at least! His routine is pretty simple: shower, drink a cup of tea while catching up on the news, lights off, phone tucked far away, and out like a light, if he's lucky.

What are their pajamas like?: If it's a warm weather season, he just sleeps in boxers, and nothing else. If it's cold, flannel plants and a sweatshirt. He's not fussy.

What do they dream about usually?: When he first finished his service in the army, he unfortunately dreamed a lot about his time there... but therapy has helped him a lot. He dreams often about his childhood in Merrock, and lately has been dreaming about his family, both good and bad. And animals. Jason dreams a lot about animals, for some reason.

How neat/tidy are they?: Extremely neat, to the point where it's almost laughable, as his camper looks like a show room. Every dish is washed and put away, clothes folded and tucked where they need to go, he cleans his camper in its entirety at least once a week, his bathroom and kitchen sinks are neat and organized and his bed is made every single night time it's put together.

How affectionate are they?: It depends. Over the years of living alone, Jason has found himself hesitating when it comes to showing affection. Where he never had a problem with back slapping or hugging his buddies, he now sticks with a firm handshake. But he loves people deeply, when he does, and hopes he can get back to a point where hugs feel good again. The one he shared with his sister felt like heaven.

Attic:

What is the character afraid of?: As tempting as it is for Jason to say that he isn't afraid of anything, and has no fears, there's a lot. Being rejected by his siblings, his parents pushing their way back into his life, friends not wanting him back in their lives... a lot of it mostly relates to being back in town. His biggest fear for the longest time was being called back into service, living in fear every time that his phone rang until his time had passed.

How do they deal with bad memories?: Therapy. Jason was lucky enough to be put into contact with a number of tele-therapists that help veterans, in particular, and it's been amazing for his mental health, although he still has his struggles.

What is this character’s role in a horror movie?: He'd probably be the guy that dies heroically, so close to the end that he can almost taste it. But everyone else that was still living at that point would survive because of him. Damn martyr.

How do they hide their secrets?: Journaling. It might seem like an embarrassing habit to have, and maybe for some, it is. But he's found it very helpful. It's something that he started at eighteen when he left Merrock. A lot of the journal entries are written as though they were to his family, which he theorizes was a subconscious attempt at leaving something behind for them, just in case. Now, he just does it because he's used to it. But he doesn't really hide them, he just keeps them tucked into the bottom of his storage drawers. Otherwise? No one knows your secrets if you don't talk about them.