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jane austen was right!!!!! i AM half agony half hope!!!!! if i loved you less i COULD talk about it more!!!!!!!! i WAS in the middle before i knew i had begun!!!!!!!

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hate 2 say it but british ppl had the right idea with saying whats all this then. like literally whats all this then

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Shout out to my bistro huddy bitches—didn’t know my niche hyper fixation wasn’t that niche. 😂

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Jason’s trying to make an effort to work his way back into normal society. It’s a process he’s not familiar with, but finds a way through a small, part-time job at a restaurant being a bus-boy. No one looks at the busboy, so he can slip by some of the richest and most corrupt in Gotham without anyone sparing him a passing glance.

He makes acquaintances with some of the chefs and servers, either sharing a joint or throwing quips back and forth with them. Then, there’s you. You’re kind to him, always thanking him for clearing your section first, gifting him some sweets every so often, and even tipping him out the most out of all the servers.

You’re leaning against the frame of the back door for a brief reprieve from the late dinner rush, as Jason sits on the steps smoking a cigarette. The two of you are watching a rat pull a large discarded bag of potato skins down the alley way, slightly impressed by its strength.

“Holy shit, that’s a fat fuckin’ rat,” Jason mumbled as he took a drag off his cigarette.

You slightly nudged his back with your foot. “Don’t body shame the rat.”

Jason chuckled before throwing the bud down and stomping on it. When he stood, he towered over you and he kind of liked it. “How’s it out there?”

You sighed as you stepped to the side to let him in. “Fine now. But, if John tells me to roll some more silverware or cut lemons one more time I’m chucking myself off the roof of this building.”

“I’ll make you a deal,” Jason said as he took a step towards you. “Go out on a date with me and I’ll do all your side work for the rest of the night.”

“That’s bribery.”

“No, it’s a good deal.”

“You’re cockey, but,” you said, trying to bite back your smile. “I’ll go out with you anyway. You’re handsome enough that I can over look it.”

“Fantastic.”

You shuffled past him before you took off toward the swinging doors with a grin. Jason watched you before he picked up his tub to start cleaning the tables in your section.

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It’s sometime around 3 AM, and it’s been a long night of you and Bruce being intimate. If Bruce had to admit it, he was worn out and tired— Yet, he couldn’t say no when you asked for one more round. So, he sits up against the headboard of the bed as he let you slowly, languidly, ride him. You pepper kisses on his cheeks like you had been all night, and, in turn, Bruce runs his hands along your waist in assurance. It’s a wordless admittance of I’m here and I love you that he’s never been strong enough say aloud. You know it, though, and respond in kind, “I love you, Bruce. I always have.” Somehow, that’s better than any orgasm you could ever give him. It’s the ecstasy of normalcy that’s ignored by most. Beyond the mask, Brucie Wayne, and the traumas of his life you’d love him— Bruce Wayne, no matter what if he was one mask or the other, or if life was tearing at him. So, when the two of you get your fill of sex, he’s holds you. Silently, as he squeezes you slightly to him, it tells you; I’ll love you, no matter what. Always.

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Breaking News: Local Town Slut (Bruce Wayne) is whoring around AGAIN!

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The Waynes' Nanny

Batfamily and Reader/ Bruce Wayne x Reader Chapters Ao3

Master & Servant

You either had become too comfortable in your position or you’d gotten too used to scolding the kids; either way, Bruce suddenly found himself at the end of your lectures. As the boss, he should have nipped it in the bud, but, truthfully, he liked it. He enjoyed the way you reigned him in when he got a bit too silly or arrogant—Even Alfred had come to appreciate his behavior a bit more afterward (especially when your reprimands pertained to Alfred doing work a man his age shouldn’t have been doing).

The kids had gone to school, and Bruce, after a night of festive activities, decided it would be best to stay home. He was in the middle of signing some documents when you knocked on the door to his study before entering with a cool expression on your face. Bruce didn’t bother to look up as you crossed the room to his desk, thinking you were there to cure a bit of your boredom. When a lacy pair of red panties slid in front of his paperwork he had to look up at you. 

“What’re you doing?” He said, pushing his chair away from his desk. Were you coming onto him?

You were quick to reach across and pull him back close to you. “Not so fast there, hon’. We have to talk.”

“I’m starting to think we do if this is how you seduce me,” Bruce said as he threw the underwear back toward you. 

You sighed before saying, “These—” You waved around the little piece of fabric. “—Were from your date last night.”

Bruce only managed out an, “Oh.”

“Oh. Would you like to know where I found them?” You spat out. No, he wouldn’t, but he wasn’t about to start answering rhetorical questions. “In the kids' playroom.” 

“Shit,” Bruce seethed out. He had been to a gala earlier in the evening, and, to keep the reporters at bay, decided to bring a pretty lady home. The sex was to relieve some stress, and, usually, he would be careful about where he had his intimate relations. But, he was so pent up that he must have been a bit reckless. That wasn’t like him at all, and he would ensure that it never happened again.

“Don’t leave things like this in there again, please,” You gritted out, tone stern and curt. “It’s incredibly irresponsible. Especially around young children, Mr. Wayne!”

“I know, you don’t need to tell me.” Bruce felt a lightness in his chest, almost fluttering. 

You threw the underwear in his lap. “Apparently I do! Imagine if Duke or Damian found that?”

Bruce was mortified at the thought, but mumbled, “We could always say it was yours.”

If looks could kill Bruce would be dead. You were not in the slightest bit amused and told him as much. You mentioned that the underwear wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg of the issue at hand. 

“You can fuck wherever you want, Bruce, but don’t do it around my kids. They don’t need to get caught up in your fucked up sex life!”

He knew it would be a bad time to point out that they were actually his kids. Overall, he agreed and promised you to never do it again. That seemed to pacify you, more so when he apologized for suggesting that they could pass off the panties as yours. 

 You expressed in a more calming tone, “I know you love the kids, but they’re already having a hard time coping with the rumors about you in the media. Don’t make it any worse by bringing it off the pages into their safe spaces.”

This is what Bruce liked about your reprimands, they brought reality back to him when lost it. You seemed done giving him a rightfully deserved scolding and began to take your leave. 

He called out to you, though, beckoning you back. When you approached, Bruce rounded his desk to get a bit closer to you. “Thank you for…being blunt with me.”

“Someone needs to,” You were quick to say. “Though, I’m starting to wonder who's the boss.”

Bruce smiled and chuckled, agreeing that the line had been blurred in moments like these. Looking down at the underwear in his hands, he finally got the courage to ask, “How’d you know they were my dates?” 

You smirked and laughed a little as you began to leave. “I don’t wear cheap panties. Do you need a lesson on that, too?”

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I wish I could say which one of your series was my favorite but they’re all just so good! I’ve been reading them for years and you’re the reason I actually started writing some of my own and posting them! I just to say wanted to say you are an amazing writer and I hope you know that!!

Thank you so much for the compliments, my love, and I'm so glad to create something that you enjoy! And it's amazing you're publishing your own stories now, I'm so happy for you! You're gonna do great!

I wish you all the luck in the world with your writing!! Also, may you never know a day of writer's block! <3

xoxo

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Vigilant Coffee

Batfamily x Reader Chapters AO3

A Bad, Yet Exciting, Feeling

Months Earlier….

You had to get this job, because, between school and your champagne spending habits, your bank account was suffering. A new coffee shop had opened up around the corner from your apartment, so you decided to apply there. It was a bit alarming how quickly they got back to you since most other places you had applied took two weeks. Yet, you chose not to see the red flag as your bank account neared the negatives. Plus, the coffee shop paid well above minimum wage.

When you showed up, you were ushered into the backroom that was stacked with brown boxes filled with cardboard cup sleeves and straws. The boss, a tall, skinny man with glasses, sat you down in a broken computer chair. As you waited for him to get all his papers in order, you picked at your nails nervously. Truly, you didn’t need to be nervous because you were, in the simplest terms possible, way too fucking overqualified for the job. It was just a habit, you told yourself– No need for therapy at all. 

Suddenly, the man said your name and smiled. You politely returned the smile, mentally screaming at him to stop stalling. “Ahem, yes, so I see you have an extensive background in customer service.”

“Yes,” You said, pretending to be enjoying yourself. “I worked…”

“That’s good! We need someone with that kind of experience,” He said. “You mind working the night shift?”

“Um,” You wanted to say no, but you remembered your account balance and the dread of having to wait another two weeks for a no. “No, I don’t mind.”

“Good, good. It’s a month of nights and a month of days. I see you have a school schedule attached, too, but we’ll work around that.”

You were glad that, at the very least, he considered that. You were sure most other places didn’t want to hire a student simply because they couldn’t work them into schedules. The boss, named Roger, hummed as he looked over your resume a bit longer before looking at you dead on. 

“Do you have any family in Arkham?” He asked. 

You Furrowed your brows, trying to figure out the legality of this question, as you answered, “No.”

“Any in Blackgate?” 

“Not that I know of,” You said as you laughed awkwardly. When he didn’t crack a smile, you meekly mumbled, “No.”

“Ever been to jail?”

“Uh, no?”

Suddenly, Roger stood up and you scrambled to follow him. He thrust his hand toward you to shake. Awkwardly, you took his hand. “Then, I’d like to offer you the job. Whaddya say?”

“I would love that, thank you.” You said. 

Oh, God, you thought, why were you getting a bad, yet exciting, feeling from this?

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Affairs and Letters

Jason Todd x Reader Regency AU! AO3 Chapters

Part XIV

Mr. Todd had entered the library to use the desk tucked away in a corner near a window that provided ample light and privacy. He intended to respond to the letter you had given him during your last meeting, but all though doing as much vanished upon entering the library. Much to his astonishment, he had happened upon Ms. Gordon and Dick in an intimate embrace. 

“Please, excuse me,” Jason mumbled as he began to leave.

“No, Mr. Todd,” Ms. Gordon interjected. “I was about to take my leave. Good evening, Mr. Grayson…Mr. Todd.” 

Truly, Jason felt as though he could laugh. Oh! What an intrigue that his brother, always so proud and sure of his image, had begun an affair. Jason never assumed he and Dick could be alike, but only proved otherwise. 

The moment the door closed behind Ms. Gordon, Mr. Todd turned to his brother for an explanation. “Ms. Gordon looked rather flushed today. More so than a simple hug might entice.”

Richard did not entertain his brother’s japes and picked up a book from one of the shelves in a poor attempt to distract his brother. When that failed to persuade him to find another topic of conversation, he finally admitted to entertaining Ms. Gordon’s fancy for him. After the Kent’s visit, Barbara and her father called on the family. It was then that she admitted to having strong feelings for Dick, and, after seeing she could be a good match for him, decided it would be best to delight in her pleasure. 

“Not very gentlemanly of you, brother,” Jason remarked, rather surprised. 

Dick was never one for settled fancies, especially when the attention from ladies came so easily to him, but to outwardly play with a polite lady’s emotions was another. Yet, Jason would not put much effort into abusing his charms past his elder brother. 

“You should not speak of gentlemanly behavior when you are meddling with a scullery maid,” Dick said playfully. 

Joke or not, Mr. Todd did not take it lightly and politely asked his brother to refrain from speaking about you as much. Even going as far as to correct him of your title, and, even if you were a scullery maid, it would not sway his affection for you. 

“I must have been mistaken, for I truly thought you liked her,” Jason said confidently. 

Dick dismissively waved his hand. “I like her plenty. She is a good woman with attributes that will land her a more advantageous marriage than she should have.”

The words could not form on Jason’s tongue as he was profoundly put off by the idea of you marrying anyone else. Anger bloomed in his chest, and Jason felt he could hit his brother at that very moment. “You speak of scullery maids, but what of the actress you were entangled with? Kori, was it?”

Dick’s anger was a quiet, seething one that would boil before it exploded. “I have no contact with that lady, so I recommend that you keep her name out of your mouth,” He said curtly. 

Jason scoffed, “It is equally unjust that you push yourself upon a young lady without the slightest bit of affection for her! It will only end with both of you miserable.”

“I am making the best of my situation by not being blinded by the fantasy of running off with a woman that would not only be my ruin but hers as well! You should do your best to remember that next time you get lost in the woods.”

“Shut your mouth!” Jason was momentarily concerned of how he could have heard of such a rumor before a distraction came bounding through the library doors.

“Why are you two shouting!” 

Both boys turned toward the door to see their father standing there with Miss Kyle on his arm. They sheepishly recoiled from their argument, if only for Miss Kyle. Quarrels in front of their father would be no cause of embarrassment, though it involved a topic neither brother would like to loudly admit, but in front of a guest? That would be a source of shame for them. 

“Forgive us, father,” said Mr. Grayson. “Jason and I simply disagreed on a topic, it got out of hand.”

“Yes, we heartily disagreed on it,” Jason gritted out. 

The two of them shared a glance, the momentary stare held with such fury and second-lasting hatred, before leaving to go their separate ways. Jason finished his letters to you in his room, slightly disgruntled that he could not have sat in the library. Only the thought of your face upon receiving his letter truly soothed him. 

Richard was a shallow, miserable man that Jason could hardly hold an opinion of. No, in fact, he would be quite content to never see his brother again. Just the simple image of Dick’s face in his mind made his stomach turn with irritation. 

You deserved to be admired for your skills, wit, and beauty. Attributes that Jason was sure Dick admired in Kori as well, and possibly even Barbara if the evil fiend could ever act reasonably. 

While Mr. Todd found solace in your letters, he was not so content in simply sitting idly in hopes of encountering you again. Jason, in the hope of running into you, thought he could take his horse out for a ride near Kent House. 

When Jason shrugged on the riding coat Alfred had chosen, he made an irritated sound. Mr. Wayne had ordered identical coats for him and his sons, and they would often be mixed up with the other’s coat. In this case, Jason had put on Dick’s. It was tighter against his body, fitting snugly and being much shorter in length than he was used to. 

Removing the coat, Jason discarded it on his bed. No sooner had it landed did a piece of paper tumble from the pocket. Curious, Mr. Todd picked it up. To his shock and indignation, it was a letter from Kori to his brother. 

In it entailed sweet nothings and references to his last letter, which seemed to have been sent no two weeks earlier. A wanton love affair written in words but buried beneath lies and deception. Enraged, Jason threw the letter down and returned to his desk. Dipping his quill into the ink bot, not caring for any blotches in his haste, he began to write. 

My dear friend, Miss Gordon…

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Yall I downloaded the RedNote App, and one the FIRST things I see is a picture of a shrine to Jason Todd. And if that’s not a sign that I made the right move then idk what is. So, shoutout to all my RedNote bitches, yall so fuckin nice

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The Wayne's Nanny

Batfamily and Reader/ Bruce Wayne x Reader Chapters Ao3

Ex in the House

You hadn’t expected to see your ex in the kitchen when you went to make some coffee, but he looked just as smug as the day he broke up with you. Alfred, who had been washing dishes at the sink informed you that your ex had arrived thirty minutes prior demanding to speak to you, acting as if the man he was talking about wasn’t even there. Politely, you thanked the butler and asked him to watch the kids so you could speak with your ex alone. Truly, you wanted Alfred gone so your drama wouldn’t be added to his menagerie of gossip. 

Once the two of you were alone, you shook the chair he was sitting in until he stood. Exasperated, you exclaimed, “Are you crazy?”

“What? No! But, you may be,” He said. You took a step toward him and your ex quickly put up his hands in surrender. “Hold on. Hold on. Don’t get all crazy on me yet, I came over here to talk.”

You slowly back off, telling him to sit and he obediently did. “Talk about what? Talk about how you still owe me my last check?”

“I don’t,” Your ex inserted. “But, no. I wanna talk about us.”

“There’s nothing left to talk about,” You spat, refusing to sit when he gestured for you to do so. Your ex sighed before standing, coming over to slowly rub your arms. You loathed his touch and shrugged his hands off of you. “Just get it out.”

He sighed and said, “I want you back. I realized how much I fucked up.”

You stared at him, torn between smacking him or laughing in his face. If you hadn’t known that his fiance left him a week ago, you would have believed him a little. Instead, you stayed quiet and let him go on a long-winded rant that left you feeling almost sorry for him. Obviously, the guy was in a deep hole of pathetic loneliness. 

You were so distracted by your ex that you hadn’t seen Jason watching the two of you from the slightly cracked kitchen door. He knelt down just enough that you would likely not see him if you looked over. 

“Please, get to your point,” You demanded as soon as you got tired of hearing his voice. 

Your ex sucked in a breath and finally said, “I want you to come back. Come back to work. To me.”

You stared at him before sarcastically saying, “Okay, let’s go!” 

Jason felt his heart sink at your remark. You seemed so eager to go that it made him wonder if something had happened to make you stop loving them. Had they not been good enough? Did he do something to make you want to leave? Jason could hardly breathe and could only think of running to his room to get some comfort. 

You noticed the kitchen door swing back and forth slightly, but that didn’t stop you from going on, “As if, asshole. I like my job, my kids, and my life now. I wish I realized how much sooner it sucked with you in it.”

Mr. Wayne abruptly entered the room before the conversation could continue. He looked just as surprised to be there as you were to see him there. Bruce truly hadn’t meant to intrude, but Alfred had told him your ex was there. Suddenly, he had to be in the kitchen. Bruce chose not to look for an explanation for his thought process. 

“You sleepin’ with him, is that it?” Your ex said, tone trying to be threatening. 

“No! No, he’s my boss. You think I would make that mistake again?” You looked back at Bruce, who didn’t seem phased or at all impressed, before saying to your ex, “You need to leave. We’re done. You can’t be causing a scene here. There are children.”

“Fuck them kids,” Your ex said. 

It happened in a blink of an eye. You extended your hand and slapped your ex so hard that it knocked him over. He didn’t quite fall to the floor, but it caused him to stumble into the pantry door. Fortunately for you, he didn’t have time to return to gesture as Mr. Wayne put himself between you and him. 

“Get out of my house,” Bruce said, voice angry and serious. When it took your ex a second too long, your boss used his angry parental voice and yelled, “Now!”

You even jumped, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it. Your ex grumbled something as left. Once your ex was gone, you were left embarrassed and flustered. You stumbled over yourself in apologies to Mr. Wayne, especially since the man was allowed so close to the kids. 

“Mr. Wayne, I don’t even know what to say. I am so sorry for all of this,” You reassured him in hopes he wouldn't make you leave on the spot. 

 Bruce grabbed your shoulders gently, looking down at you with a worried look in his eyes. You had expected him to be angry, not kind. “Are you okay?” 

Stunned, you stumbled over your words, before managing out, “I mean, I’m better than my ex right now. Did’ya see the way I slapped him?”

The was a moment of silence before Mr. Wayne began to laugh. It was a rumble that started in his throat before bubbling out of his mouth. It sounded more like prolonged chuckling, but it was a pleasant sound. Not to mention his smile. Damn, you thought, what you wouldn’t do to see that smile again. No wonder half the world was in love with him, Bruce Wayne was a beautiful man. 

“Well, I hate to say it, I don’t think he’s coming back,” He said. 

“I hope he doesn’t.” You said, eyes going down to his lips. They were perfect and pink. You admired the cute little cupid's bow on his upper lip and wondered how soft they were. The two of you stared at each other for a few seconds too long, and you only broke the tension when you turned away to go back to the kids. 

You didn’t see Mr. Wayne again until dinner. He sat at the head of the table with Dick on one side and Cassandra on the other. You sat in the middle of the little kids since it would be your job to make sure they ate their food. After a few minutes of conversation, you noticed Jason hadn’t come down for dinner yet. You hadn’t seen him since a few hours earlier once you really thought about it. 

You passed the basket of rolls to Tim as you asked Alfred, “Where’s Jason? Still in his room?”

“Yes, Miss,” Alfred said. “He threw quite the fit when I insisted he come down to eat.” 

You shared a glance with Bruce before pushing back your chair. “I’ll see what’s going on. You kids keep eating.”

After reassuring the rest of the kids that you would be back (you were starting to get the sneaking suspicion that they were developing separation anxiety), you made your way to Jason’s room. His room was usually spotless, but, upon entering after hearing a meek come in, you saw it was a huge mess. Things were thrown about, books knocked off the shelves, clothes pulled out of the drawers, and even writing on the walls. Oh, Bruce would not be happy about the state of his room at all. 

You stopped in the middle of the mess to see Jason curled on his bed facing away from you. “Jason, what happened here?”

He barely lifted his head and looked over at you, before putting it back down. After a few seconds of silence, he said, “I hate you.”

That threw you for a loop. Truly, you didn’t know Jason had a hating bone in his body. You sat on the edge of his bed, rubbing circles on his back, before trying to get him to tell you what made him hate you. At first, he refused to talk, just saying he hated you over and over again. You wouldn’t lie, it got to you a little, but you refused to show it. From what you learned from the parenting self-help book Alfred bought you, you knew he was just acting out an anger he couldn’t come to you about. 

“Jason, tell me what’s wrong, sweetheart,” You said. “I want to help.”

“No! You don’t. You just want to leave like Bruce always does and you hate me like Catherine did,” He said quickly so you wouldn’t hear the crack in his voice. 

“Oh, sweetheart. I don’t hate you. I never have, and I know your mom didn't hate you, either.” You pulled him into you, hugging him close. “What makes you think I want to leave?”

“You said so. When that man was here. He told you to leave with him and you said yes,” Jason mumbled. 

That’s when you finally realize it. It wasn’t Mr. Wayne who was there like you initially suspected when you first saw the door swinging by itself, it had been Jason. Squeezing him, you explained what had truly happened— Granted, leaving out some details. 

“I don’t hate you at all. I never have.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek. “And, your dad works a lot. I wish you knew how much he loved you kids and wants to be with you. I can tell just by looking at him.”

Jason, turning to lay on his back, smiled a little. “Yeah? What does he look like?”

You pushed some of his black curls out of his face and rubbed away the tear streaks as you spoke: “He gets all brooding and upset when he has to go to work. But, when he comes home, he’s all smiley.”

“Dad doesn’t smile.”

There was a knock on the open door and the two of you watched Mr. Wayne slowly walk in. His eyes scanned the room, noting everything amiss, before landing on you. Before you could tell Mr. Wayne not to get mad, Jason mumbled an apology. 

“Jason,” Bruce said in a soft voice. He crossed the rest of the room in two strides before stopping at the edge of the bed. “Are you okay?”

Jason was quiet for a moment before mumbling, “I didn’t want Nan to leave. I didn’t want her to hate me, either.” 

“I told him I wasn’t going to leave or ever hated him,” You added, glancing up at Mr. Wayne. 

Bruce reached down and played with Jason’s hair before messing it up playfully. The boy whined and tried to pull away, but his father was much bigger than him. Kneeling to look up at his son, Bruce took his small hands into his. 

“I promise you Nan isn’t going anywhere. I’d fire her then rehire her if she tried.” Mr. Wayne smiled, and you knew it was one just for his little boy. He glanced back up at you, before going on. "Plus, I think we all like her here. With you kids, that's a rare find."

Jason looked over at you. “You were right. He does smile.”

“And he's actually good at smiling, too,” You said. “Now, come on. There’s dinner downstairs for you.”

Jason leaped off the bed, loudly stating how hungry he was, and practically ran for the door. Bruce was quick, though. He grabbed the back of the boy’s shirt and dragged him back a little so they could be face-to-face. 

“When you’re done with dinner, you will clean up this room, and we need to talk about you acting out like this,” he said. 

He agreed, before now slowly going toward the dining room. Considering the state of the room, you knew Jason would drag out dinner for as long as he could.

Mr. Wayne must have known, too, because he made sure to add extra vegetables to the boy’s plate.

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Love and Neighbors

Clark Kent x Reader Chapters AO3

Genomorph

When Clark entered your apartment he was thankful that, unlike him, you couldn’t hear how fast his heart was beating. He was so nervous that he wondered if he was going to puke. It would be an interesting experience seeing as he never had gotten sick. Seeing you only intensified the feeling. 

You didn’t notice his hesitance at first, kissing him on the cheek so nonchalantly that it seemed as simple of an act as blinking was. It wasn’t until he hesitated to tell you how his day was that you asked what was wrong.

“Can we talk?” He asked, ignoring your question entirely. When Clark heard your heartbeat spike, he knew he had worded it wrong. “We’re not breaking up. It’s…I need to talk to someone right now.”

The relief on your face was evident, and– if he wasn’t so worried about his current situation– he would have been distraught for even accidentally hurting your feelings. You squeezed his hand as you urged him to tell you his feelings. Looking at you, Clark could tell that if he asked for the moon, you would find a way to get it to him. He felt safe with you and hated that he was so nervous that it made him hesitate to talk.

“Clark?” You said softly as you leaned toward him. “Everything’s alright.”

It wasn’t. Not to him, anyway, but he appreciated the sentiment. Sucking in a breath, he finally told you. There was a boy that he named Connor that was his clone. There wasn’t much more that Clark could say about the matter. Clark Kent had a clone– or genomorph, whatever words Batman had used to explain it to him. 

You were quiet for a moment, a furrow in your brow as you thought of all the new information he had given you, before starting to speak, “Who–who’s the other person that this clone is…made from?”

The name felt so sour on his tongue that he could hardly get it out. “Lex Luthor’s.”

“Oh,” Was all you said, and Clark was sure that was the only appropriate response. “Are you okay?” 

Clark nearly broke down, expressing all his feelings because he just needed to. If it wasn’t for the help of Ma and Pa, taking Connor in when he first came to him, and you being so open about it all. 

“I–I don’t know how to feel about him. I feel responsible, I guess, but,” Clark paused, not sure how to work his feelings. This situation was just too complicated. He considered himself a smart man, able to process complex issues, but he couldn’t wrap his head around this. Clark thought he should have been able to deal with this like any other situation, and felt angry that he couldn't understand why it was so difficult for him to deal with it. “I’m upset that my DNA was used to create this boy, but I don’t regret this boy being here. There's more I can't put into words. I feel…confused, really.”

“That’s okay,” You said sweetly. “You’re still processing this. It’s quite a big bomb to drop into your life.”

“It is. Damn it,” Clark looked up to see your unsure expression. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to get so upset.”

Surprisingly, you laughed. “Clark, you are more than within your rights to be upset!”

“Thank you,” Was all Clark could think to say.

“Honey, listen, it’ll be okay. You have Ma and Pa to help you. Not to mention me,” You said as you ran your fingers through his hair. He opened his mouth to brush off the sentiment, but you stopped him. “Yes, I know you have Bruce, too.” 

Clark, for the first time in a few days, laughed. He pulled you toward him, enveloping you in a big hug. As he breathed you in, he reminded himself that you would always be in his corner no matter how confusing things got. Connor wasn’t a bad kid, from what little he knew so far about him, and Clark could work out his feelings about him over time. 

“Do you want to meet him? I mean, if he’s going to be part of the family and all.” 

You smiled, and all Clark wanted to do was to tell you how much you meant to him. “Only if you’re ready, then I would love to.”

With that, Clark picked up the phone to call Ma.

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Oh, Jason Todd?

Raw and passionate, next question.

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Sorry for the random question guys, I’m writing a chapter, but I just had a question about Conner Kent since I don’t know him that well. Is he a clone of Superman/Lex, or just a bioengineered Kryptonian? There seems to be a bit of a split

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Yes, I believe J names are red flags. And, no, I don’t think that applies to Jason Todd. Duh.

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Reviving Love

Jason Todd x Reader Chapters AO3 18+ MDNI

Chapter 14

Jason didn’t like pressing a gun to people’s heads, more so when he had to pull the trigger, but that little worry was outweighed by the relief of getting things done. Especially when it meant he could put the mask and guns down to get back to you. You had quickly become Jason’s sanctuary in his hectic life.

Things with Bruce weren’t getting any easier, though with Dick they were. They would never agree on Jason’s approach to vigilantism, but they were more than that now. They were brothers. 

After leaving his crew to pick you up, Jason decided he would pop by your apartment to see how you were. He didn’t have time to get into his civilian clothes and walk over to your apartment, so he settled for sitting on the rooftop of the building across from yours. You were sitting on the couch switching between watching the TV and checking your phone. 

Jason thought about texting you, just to see your reaction, but suddenly Dick was there. Dick sat on the building’s ledge next to him, following Jason’s gaze to your window. 

He smiled as he said, “Spying on your girlfriend?”

“Just checking in on her,” Jason said slyly before going on. “I don’t have time to go down there. This is the next best thing.”

“They should have named you Tom,” Dick said with a shit-eating grin. “Since you’re a peeping Tom.”

“Shut up.” Jason rolled his eyes. He wasn’t wrong, Jason was acting like a peeping Tom, but it also wasn’t like that. He just wanted to see you. “How do you do it?” 

“Do what?” 

Jason shrugged. “You know. Being a boyfriend and a vigilante.”

Dick thought for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. “It helps that we’re in the same field of work. More or less. Plus, Kori knows I’m Nightwing.”

Jason couldn’t tell if that was a slight on him or not but didn’t say anything about it anyway. He tried not to think much about telling you he was the Red Hood because he could only imagine your reaction. You might be disgusted being with a violent crime lord, or maybe not. Either way, he didn’t want to risk it. Especially when revealing Red Hood meant revealing Jason Todd, too. 

Dick was going to say something else before his phone started to ring. The call wasn’t long, but when it was done he was practically skipping away. When Jason asked where his brother was going, Dick only said that Kori was over at his place. Luckily no more explanation was needed. 

Jason snickered to himself before looking back to your window. You had turned off some of the lights in the living room, leaving the TV to illuminate your body. Initially, Jason thought nothing of it, until you began to strip. You were only wearing an oversized sweatshirt, leaving your breasts exposed when you tossed it to the side, leaving your pink, lacy underwear on full display. The underwear clung to your soft skin, and Jason wanted nothing more than to take them off with his teeth. Slowly, you pushed your fingers between your legs before you grabbed one of your decorative pillows. 

Oh, he was incredibly thankful for the timing of Kori’s call now. 

He should have looked away the moment that sweatshirt came off, but Jason loved looking at your body. His cock twitched in his pants, begging to be freed.

Slowly, you began to grind against the pillow. Your eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you worked on getting the pillow just right so that it rubbed against your clit. When you found that perfect spot, you threw your head back and started a steady rhythm. 

Jason ran his hand over his clothed cock, trying to time his slow rubs with your thrusts. He wondered what got you going, and even played with the thought that you were thinking of him. Of course, he knew that couldn’t have been the reason, but it made white-hot pleasure course through his veins. He desperately wanted to touch you and be touched in return.

Your hips began to move faster, hands desperately looking for some purchase as your orgasm got closer. Jason squeezed his cock through his tactical pants, trying to get as much stimulation as possible. He wanted to cum with you, not even thinking about the mess that would be left behind.  Jason cursed himself for not being able to make that jump of intimacy, especially when you looked like you needed it. 

It wasn’t long before your hips stuttered in their thrusts and you stilled completely. Your legs were shaking from your orgasm, and Jason couldn’t help but cum. He felt the breath go out of him seeing your face contort with pleasure. When he watched you roll over, throwing the pillow onto the floor, Jason finally looked down at the mess he made. His pants had a stain on them, which he would not find enjoyable washing out later, but it was hardly noticeable in the dark. Looking back at your window one final time, he saw you pick up your phone, and type something out before putting it down again. 

Seeing that you were more than likely done for the night, Jason got up to leave. Then, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. 

Taking it out, he saw a text that read; Thinking about you <3