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Omg I think it’s that time of year for another Arcana fanfic???

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David Mazzuchelli's Bruce Wayne Sketches (modelled after Gregory Peck)

Batman: Year One Deluxe Edition (2005)

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Just a sweet little imagine of Bruce coming in at night.

It’s quiet, and Bruce is effortlessly crossing the wooden floors of your shared bedroom without making a single sound. Before the two of you got together, he didn’t care for the creaks and crack of the old floorboards, but now he tried his best to remember where they were so as to not wake you. When he would throw his gloves on the back of your vanity chair, he’d finally make his way over to you. He’d lean over and press a subtle kiss to your temple. It’s so soft and light that you hardly stir. Then, he’s off again to the bathroom to clean up.

When he’s getting into bed it’s finally then do you rouse awake. “What time is it?” You always asked, and Bruce knew you were still half asleep.

“A little after four, go back to sleep,” He’d say softly, scooting under the covers.

You hum an ‘okay’ before dropping your head back down to the pillow. Neither of you really cuddled at night; you were usually too tired to move from your comfortable spot, and Bruce was too light a sleeper to not wake up every time you move.

“Good night, love,” He would say.

Sometimes, you responded, but he was usually met with silence. He didn’t mind, though, because the later in the morning he’d wake up to you saying, “Good morning, love.”

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The Waynes' Nanny

Batfamily and Reader/ Bruce Wayne x Reader Chapters Ao3

Runaways

You didn’t know how to explain to Mr. Wayne that his two sons, Jason and Duke, snuck out of the house in search of you. 

You had taken the day off to attend your friend’s wedding, which had been fun until your third drink. No sooner had you tipped the glass to your lips did a little old lady tap you on the shoulder saying that two young men were looking for you. Intrigued by the prospect of being sought out by handsome men, you followed her to an empty room. There, the boys were sitting and eating away at some cake. 

It took you a few moments to realize that they were there all by themselves, and all at once shock mixed with panic rushed through you. Once the relief of finding them alright had passed, you scolded them to the point that both boys were in near tears. Between long lectures you would pull them into hugs, saying how glad you were that they were alright.

“Oh, what were you thinking!” You exclaimed when you let them go. “You could have gotten lost or kidnapped. Mr. Wayne would have my head—Mr. Wayne! The man is going to have a stroke.”

When you went to find a phone, Duke burst into tears as he mumbled that he didn’t want to get into trouble. Jason, as he tried to comfort his brother, had started to cry, too. By the time you returned, the pair could hardly string a sentence along together without hyperventilating. Even when you assured them that everything would be okay, they still refused to calm down. You had hoped that maybe seeing their father would help them, but he had made the situation worse. Mr. Wayne had come barreling through the doors already demanding to know what had crossed their minds to do such a thing. 

“Don’t shout,” You snapped, stroking Jason’s hair and rubbing Duke’s back. “They already know they’re in trouble.”

“I’m sorry,” Jason gasped out between heavy breaths as he reached out for his father. Bruce didn’t let his anger stop him from pulling the boy into his arms, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. He pulled Duke from your arms toward him, mumbling to his boys that he was glad that they were safe. 

“I—I’m sorry, Dad,” Duke cried. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” 

You shushed him before suggesting to Mr. Wayne that the four of you go outside to the car lest curious guests look in. He seemed to quietly fight the idea at first, wanting an explanation no matter who watched but gave in at the sight of his poor boys. You carried Duke while Bruce carried Jason, who was looking over his father’s shoulder at you. 

There was little hassle getting them buckled into the car since Bruce had threatened them with an even bigger punishment if they didn't behave from that moment on. You knew he wouldn’t, but the threat had sounded real enough for them to comply. As soon as you began closing the car door Duke kicked his foot to stop it.  

Duke, weeping, said, “No! Stay!”

You had tried to explain that you couldn’t, that you needed to stay for the rest of your friend’s wedding, but they weren’t listening. Finally, you asked, “Why are you two acting this way? I was coming home later tonight!”

Jason, who was a bit more coherent, said, “Dick said you don’t love us, and you only spend time with us because you get paid.” 

You groaned, rolling your eyes as you shot a look over at Mr. Wayne. “Do you wanna have that talk with Richard when you get home, or would you rather it be me?” Bruce only sighed before turning his back to you and the boys. Shaking your head, you said, “I get paid to watch you kids, yes, but that does not mean I don't love you.” 

“Really?” Jason asked. 

You kissed his forehead and said, “Really.” Tugging at the buckles of the car seats, you made sure they were secure. “Be good for your Dad. You guys gave him quite a scare.”

“Okay,” They said in unison. 

Once the car door swung shut, you looked at Mr. Wayne with a coy smile. He only returned the light-hearted gesture by narrowing his eyes and frowning. 

“Don’t lie to my kids like that. I don’t want you hurting their feelings,” He said as he rounded the car to the driver’s side. 

“I wasn’t,” You tried to say, but he had already started the car. You didn’t know if it was the drink or your annoyance of his hot and cold temper towards you. It made you want to scream at him, to get him to stop shoving whatever feelings he had with having a nanny, and to say them to you outright. Instead of going to him, you decided to go back into the venue for another drink. 

You told yourself you hadn’t meant to drink as much as you did, but you couldn’t help it when the wedding was getting to be so much fun. The drama had gotten heated, the bar was endless, and it only doomed you from there. By the end of it, you were sober enough to call a cab yet not to walk in a straight line or not slur your words. When you returned to Wayne Manor you tried to be quiet getting in, but that only resulted in you running into the entranceway table. After skillfully saving a vase from toppling over, you began to remove your coat. 

“When did coats get to be so hard to take off,” You mumbled to yourself, trying to shrug off your jacket, but it had gotten caught on your purse. 

“Are you okay,” A voice asked. 

Jumping, you tried to whip around to see who it was but tripped on your own feet. Luckily, hands caught you before you could fall to the floor. Looking up, you noticed it was Mr. Wayne, and you loathed to see him. 

“I’m fine,” You said, standing straight. “Thank you.”

“You’re drunk,” He pointed out like you didn’t already know. You rolled your eyes before trying to get your coat off again, but you only ended up stumbling right into Mr. Wayne’s chest. Mumbling an apology, you started to try again before he told you to stop. Mr. Wayne then slowly took off your purse and took your coat, throwing them on the table. “Come on.”

You hadn’t expected him to loop an arm around your waist and help you up the stairs. He was kind about it, too, which left you even more confused. “I love the kids, you know.”

“What?” Mr. Wayne asked, his tone mixed with genuine confusion and irritation. 

You gulped. “Earlier you said not to lie about loving the kids, but I wasn’t lying.” 

He didn’t say anything at first, and you thought he would just leave it there. But, after you made it up to the first landing of the stairs, he said, “I know. It’s…I don’t want my kids getting hurt if things go bad. Do you understand?”

“I do,” You grumbled, swaying a bit. His grip tightened around your waist and he pulled you more into him. “You’re a good father. I’d like to have you as my dad.”

He managed a smile. “A lot of people would.”

You giggled before you hiccuped. When you looked back up at Mr. Wayne to see if he noticed, he was holding back a chuckle. You groaned, before saying, “I didn’t mean to come home this way.”

“Yes, you did,” He corrected and the two of you finally made it to the first floor. “But, don’t worry about it. You’re good at your job, and this isn’t an often occurrence.”

“Plus, it’s my day off,” You added. 

He agreed with you that it was, indeed, your day off. When the two of you had made it to your bedroom door, there was a brief pause as Mr. Wayne considered whether or not it would be appropriate for him to enter your room. After you failed to open the door, he decided that no harm would be done. You fell onto the bed before kicking off your heels with a satisfied groan. 

Bruce was going to leave you until you called out, “Mr. Wayne.” He stopped, kneeling over you as you spoke. Your eyes were closed and you were slurring through every word.“Are Duke and Jason okay?”

It was sweet that you still were concerned for them. “They were upset when they got their games taken away.”

“Jason will be fine. He never played games much.”

“That’s why I told him no new books for a month.” Bruce paused before adding, “I apologize for saying you didn’t love the kids.”

You opened your eyes and smiled. “Apology accepted, but just this once…We’re friends, you know? Even though you’re my boss. I won’t betray you. I pinky promise on my life. We’re in this together, old man.”

Bruce tried not to dwell too much on the old man part of your sentiment. “Thank you, Nan. I appreciate that.”

“Very good, Mr. Wayne,” You said. “Good night.”

He was going to take that as his cue to leave the conversation, but your drunken brain had other ideas. You were quick to lean up and peck him on the lips before he even had a chance to say goodnight. All at once he felt a range of emotions; confusion, surprise, and embarrassment. You were so nonchalant about the whole situation, probably not having realized it had happened, that you simply turned over to sleep. Quickly, Bruce used that as an excuse to not bring it up since you were more than likely not to remember it by the next morning. 

Right as he was going to step out the door, you called him back. He poked his head into your room again and felt his heart flush when you asked, “Did I just kiss you?”

For his sake and yours, he answered, “No.”

You hummed before dropping your head back onto the pillow. Closing the door, Bruce reminded himself that the last thing he needed to be doing was thinking about an employee in such a romantic way. 

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Controversial opinion, but I just saw a post about a Joker HBO show being in the works--and, I just can't. I'm tired of that stupid fuck. DO ANOTHER VILLIAN THAT CAN BE FLESHED OUT!!

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I just finished the penguin and honestly I want to eat glass bc not only was it good but it kept Oswald a villain

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You guys know those public freakout videos, right?? How do you think the batfam would realistically react in a situation like that. Just as an example I guess, one day they're patrolling, and they hear someone in trouble--Though, it turns out to be someone losing their mind because they didn't get their way or something. Cause, I feel like that would be something they could run into??

Thoughts?

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Nothing I love more than seeing my fellow Jason Todd bitches on Tik Tok

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Learning to Love Slowly

Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3

76-Diamonds and I Love You, too

Jason liked buying things for you. There was just something in how you blushed and graciously took the gift that got him feeling good about himself. At night, when Jason thought a bit more about it, he wondered if it was an instinctive hunter-gatherer thing that was at play. In the end, it didn’t matter what it was that made him do it because if he could afford it, you were going to have it. 

When he found you, you were in the middle of making dinner. Hugging you from behind with one hand, Jason took the opportunity to feel you up under your shirt. You giggled before pressing back into him. 

“I’m making mac and cheese tonight,” You said. “I know it’s nothing great, but I’m going to pair it with some lovely chicken nuggets.”

“Oh,” Jason said into the back of your neck before moving to kiss the side of it. Truthfully, he wasn't that interested in dinner. “Turn off the stove for a second, babe.”

“I’m in the middle of cooking, Jason,” You said with a disbelieving laugh. 

“Just for a second,” He insisted. 

With a sigh, you switched off the stove as you turned to look at him. He pulled you toward the kitchen table a few feet away and gestured for you to sit. Once you were sitting, he pulled his chair so close to yours that your legs had to go between his. That’s when he pulled his hand from behind his back to show you a little black box. You looked at it quizzically first, eyes flickering between him and the box. 

“Well, it certainly isn’t going to open itself,” He said, pushing it toward you. 

You snickered at the remark before taking the box into your hands. You ran your fingers over the top before sliding off the lid. You gasped upon seeing the necklace before looking back up at Jason. “This isn’t…” 

“I don’t buy fake diamonds,” Jason said. “Bruce taught me that.”

“I can’t take this, it’s too much,” You said, starting to put the top back on. 

Jason laughed and stopped you, plucking the necklace from the box and swiftly getting up. He moved to stand behind you before draping it around your neck. 

“Jason,” you said softly. “Why did you buy this for me?”

“Because there’s no one else in the world I would rather buy diamonds for,” He said it like it was a fact. “Beautiful women deserve beautiful things.”

“Another thing you learned from Bruce?”

Jason laughed as he urged you to stand so he could see it on you. When you did, there was no question as to why he bought so many presents for you. You were the light of his life, and seeing you so bashful and beautiful made his heart quicken. Every day he found you more and more gorgeous, to the point it took his breath away. 

He pulled you into a kiss before looking at the diamond around your neck. Breathlessly, he asked, “How do you like it?”

“I love it, Jason, thank you so much.”

“Don’t thank me, I wanted you to have it,” He said, pressing another kiss to your lips. Glancing over to the stove, he told you to sit down while he finished dinner. You hardly had a chance to finish any protest before he swore to not take any type of no for an answer. Begrudgenedly, you let him cook, but, after a few minutes of watching him stir the mac n’ cheese, you got up. 

Hugging him from behind, you mumbled, “I love you.”

Jason rubbed your hands, searching for the words as he felt every bit of love. Before you had a chance to tell him it was okay that he couldn't say it, he finally whispered, “I love you, too. I always have."

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Vigilant Coffee

Batfamily x Reader Chapters AO3

Pumpkin Spice

You were putting up the Halloween decorations when you heard the bell ring, and, after looking over your shoulder to see who it was, you gave a meek hello. In came Flash, Green Lantern, and Batman. You remembered the first time you’d met Green Lantern, thinking him handsome for someone so pompous, and the Flash, realizing he was as funny as he was kind. 

“Hi, guys,” You said, stepping off your step ladder and walking over to the counter. “What can I get for you?”

“You got your autumn selection yet?” Flash asked excitedly. 

You nodded and hummed enthusiastically as you told him about the new menu items, including your secret personal favorite. Flash was easy to talk to, to the point where you forgot all about the other two, and it only stopped when Batman was quick to interject that they needed to hurry. Luckily, you got the hint and started on their orders. 

“So,” Green Lantern started as you handed Batman his coffee. “You lived in Gotham long?” 

“Oh, yeah!” You said as you started to make Flash’s pumpkin spice Frappuccino. “Why do you ask? Thinking about moving cities?” 

There was a look between Batman and Green Lantern, the former silently asking what he was planning. Lantern, ever the asshole, only smirked playfully before going on. “Oh, no. I don’t think Batman would be too happy about that.”

With a glance over your shoulder, you could tell that he was right. Batman looked pissed, but, then again, he always looked like that. You assumed that maybe he was a bit moodier tonight since he had to put up with a pompous ass like Green Lantern. 

“What do you think of Bruce Wayne? Isn’t he like some celebrity around here?” Green Lantern said. You were facing away, so you didn’t see the playful jab G.L. gave to Flash before he asked or the way Batman narrowed his eyes at his supposed teammate. 

The question threw you off guard at first, and you could only stumble over a response. Finally, when you managed to recollect yourself, you responded truthfully, “Oh, I don’t mind him. He seems like a nice man, really good-looking, too. I hear he's not too bright, though. Why?"

“Just askin’,” said Green Lantern, turning away from you after taking his coffee. His shoulders were shaking, and you thought that maybe he was teasing you. The Flash awkwardly rocked back and forth on his feet, thinning his lips to keep a smile from showing through.

 “Did I say something funny?” You asked Batman as you handed him his coffee. 

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” He said, glaring at Green Lantern. 

Lowly, you said, “He’s being an asshole, isn’t he? I knew I should have spit in his coffee.”

“Hmm,” Batman hummed, turning back towards the small group. He ushered them out, Green Lantern saying a special goodbye to you as he left, which left you feeling miffed about something but you couldn’t quite name it. 

Oh, well, you thought, you wouldn’t second guess spitting in his drink next time.

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i’m so fucking sick of everybody, except jason todd… i could never be sick of him

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Cass @ Oliver :

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The Waynes' Nanny

Batfamily and Reader/ Bruce Wayne x Reader Chapters Ao3

Book Shop Nanny

It was too nice of a day in Gotham to pass up sitting in the park. So, you packed up a little basket of food, a picnic blanket, and some toys, and rounded up the brood of children to force them into a day of outside activities. They all were enthusiastic about it, in reality, and even Mr. Wayne decided to join you. 

Now, you were sat between Damian, who was getting a bit sleepy already, and Mr. Wayne, who looked too pale in proper lighting. The rest of the kids, save for Dick, were running about playing a sham game of badminton. You watched them happily, your heart leaping with every childish giggle or joke. Then, you noticed the eldest Wayne boy sitting across from you.

Dick was torn between paying attention to the group and a fine pair of brown eyes not too far away. You looked to where his eyes were to see a young redheaded girl sitting on a blanket with some friends, giggling away. Like you, they were having a picnic.

Smiling, you said, “You should go talk to her.”

“What?” Dick said. 

Bruce glanced down at you, now focusing on the conversation right next to him. He didn’t say anything but listened as you said, “I see you staring at her, Dickie. Just go say hi.”

Looking over his shoulder, Bruce saw Barbara Gordon, Commissioner Jim Gordon’s daughter, sitting with her friends. Dick stumbled over his words, eventually getting out that it wasn’t really an option for him to go up and just talk to her. 

“Do you know her?” You asked. When Dick nodded yes, you added, “Then it shouldn’t be a problem. Just go up and say you saw her over there and wanted to say hi.”

The boy seemed a little more interested now. “What if she really doesn’t want to see me?”

“Then get the hint and leave her alone. You’re making this too complicated.”

“What do I say?” Dick said. 

Bruce was going to give some advice at that point, just to seem like a parent, but you were quick with a response. “After you say hi, ask her what she’s up to today. Just ask her about herself. People love talking about themselves.” You took a moment to yell to Jason not to be so rough with Tim and Duke before going on. “For instance, if someone asked me about my books, I’d never shut up.”

“But…” Dick paused to think. “Well, okay, I guess.” 

Slowly, the boy got up and made his way over to Barbara’s group. She smiled upon seeing him approach and immediately invited him to join. Smiling, you told Mr. Wayne that you knew everything would turn out. 

After a few minutes of silence, Bruce finally asked, “I never took you as much of a reader.”

“Oh, yeah,” You said with a bright smile. “I would say I read about as much as Jason, but I think he might have me beat.”

Bruce chuckled. “If reading ever becomes a job, I think Jay would be ten times richer than me...You’re always welcome to the books in the library at home, you know.”

You smiled kindly at Mr. Wayne. “I do now. Thank you.”

“Well, I think a majority of them are law and medical books, but it never hurts to brush up on your STEM knowledge.”

You laughed a little and adjusted Damian on your lap. “Oh, I’d say the books I read are a little medical.”

“What do you read then?”

You smiled before turning back to the kids, and he began to wonder if what you said had a little mischievous double meaning. Bruce stared at you, trying to find something to say, either about books or just about you, but couldn’t find the right question. Finally, he settled on just suggesting that, after the park, maybe they could all go to the bookstore. You agreed heavily, thinking that Jason and the rest of the kids would enjoy it. 

“You can get something, too, if you like,” Bruce offered. “I think we can fit it into the budget.”

You laughed a little too hard at the joke, not having anticipated it from Mr. Wayne of all people. “I mean, if we can squeeze two pennies together then why not!”

“But, you do want to go?”

“Of course, I’d do anything for a free book,” You said with a playful wink. 

Bruce chuckled as he looked back at his kids, thinking that just maybe there was a bit of weight in your advice.

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Affairs and Letters

Jason Todd x Reader Regency AU! AO3 Chapters Smut 18+

Part XIII

You were sitting side saddle, and, being no horsewoman, felt incredibly uncomfortable. The solace in the position that you were in was that Mr. Todd held you securely against him with one arm as the other held the reigns. You made a point to praise him for his ability to manage two tasks at once, especially with horse riding. 

“I like riding. It provides a certain freedom,” said he. “And you, darling, do you ride?” 

“Not horses. I have never been good at it.” 

“Not horses, eh? Then what?” 

You flushed at Mr. Todd’s double meaning and the slip of your tongue. Condemning his scandalous words only seemed to urge him to utter more— it was only when you resigned yourself to silence did he finally stopped. 

“Do not be cross with me, darling,” said he as he pressed his lips to your neck. “I could not bear it.”

You looked at him, your nose slightly touching his from how little distance there was between you, and said, “You are the devil incarnate.”

Jason threw his head back and let out a bellowing laugh. “Aye, perhaps I am. That would make us a fine pair, would it not? You, a witch, and I, the devil.”

You entertained his amusement more with your giggles. “Yes, sir, we are a perfect pair indeed!”

Being the devil that he was, Mr. Todd pawed your side, feeling every soft part of your body that your dress allowed. You could not find the words to tell him to stop and enjoy the subtle touches. Mr. Todd was nothing if not tactical with every way he put his hand on you. 

“I did not know a man of your rank and position in life to have such…working hands,” said you, teasingly. 

Jason had a pleased expression on his face as he answered. “You are not that well acquainted with many men, are you?” 

“I know plenty of men!” You insisted and began to list the men of your acquaintance. “Sir Kent, Mr. Wayne, Mr. Olsen—the Kent’s footman— your brothers, and…well, the Kent boys, I supposed, but they boys not men. Though, surely I am forgetting a few.” 

You said nothing of Mr. Todd’s hand caressing your thighs over your dress, basking in the sensation of his touch as he spoke. “Hm, but they are not men you know in a more…friendly manner.”

“No, sir, they are not,” said you, understanding his meaning. 

His eyes met yours before he looked down at his hand on your body. Slowly, his fingers traced a line from the top of your thighs to your shin. There, after briefly looking at you for any sign of unwanting, he began to hike up your skirt. Before you made any protest about the possibility of being seen, he slipped his hand onto your knee before moving upwards. 

Once his warm hand touched your naked thigh, you gasped but only reached to push his hand further up. You were a proper lady and knew you should have pushed it away, but you found yourself unable to. You sucked in a breath when his fingers dipped between your thighs, hurriedly saying, “Someone will see us.”

Mr. Todd looked about, noting that it was a wide and public road, though only the of you two were on it. Still, he understood and respected your worries—but that did not mean he would not push them a little. Taking the reins, he urged the horse down another, more secluded path.

“Mr. Todd,” said you. “Where are you taking me? If I am not returned to the Kent House soon…”

“You were a little lost on your journey home, and I stumbled upon you. I then offered to take you the rest of the way. That’s what we will tell them should they ask,” Mr. Todd said with confidence. His easiness with lying concerned you, and you chose not to point out to him that the lie did not work entirely. “There is plenty of light left, my dear. You will be home before it goes.”

“Then where are you taking me,” you questioned. 

“You must know everything, hm?” 

“Where it concerns myself, yes.” 

Mr. Todd thought about fighting your insistence for his amusement but decided against it since it would make you more uneasy. “This road is a lot more secluded.” 

“Mr. Todd, I—” You could not form words. Torn between your desire and what others would think if they knew. 

Mr. Todd, like he had heard your thoughts, whispered into your ear, “Where there are no eyes, darling, no judgments can be made.” 

His hand slid back up your dress again, and, unlike before, did not move slowly. His fingers brushed over your cunt, teasing you ever so slightly, and causing you to gasp. Suddenly, he dove his fingers between your folds, lightly grazing your clit. Multiple sensations filled you at once, surprise, wanting, and something you could not quite describe. 

“Do you like that,” he asked. When you gave no hint to answer him, he stopped. “Love?”

“Yes,” you gasped, lowering your voice.

Pressing a kiss to your neck, he took his hand from under your skirt to jerk the horse into a nearby hidden clearing. The road was dark enough that, if someone were passing by, they would not see you, Mr. Todd, nor the horse. He dismounted before helping you off, and you were glad for it as you could hardly think to move on your own. Upon landing on the ground, you found that your knees felt weak, and you could only stand when leaned up against Mr. Todd. 

You were akin to a doll in his arms with the way his hands roughly handled your person. He pushed you up against a tree, lips hungrily taking yours, as he pulled up your dress. When you were properly exposed, he began to kiss down. From the top of your bosom, over your stomach, and, finally, stopping when placing a gentle kiss on your hand that had been holding your dress up. 

“My sweet lady,” said he, desperately. “Let me be your man, I beg of you.”

To see such a strong man be so desperate made you breathless. “Yes,” You were hardly positive that was the correct way to answer, but it seemed to please Mr. Todd. 

With a smile, he threw his skirt over his head and dove between your legs, lifting one to rest on his shoulder. Parting your folds, Mr. Todd gave a hesitant lick to your clit before putting his lips to it and sucking gently. 

Your hands, not knowing what to do exactly, scrambled to find some employment. One hand clung to the tree you were against, the other found purchase on the back of Jason’s head, pushing it closer. His tongue swirled around your cunt, lapping up anything that dripped upon his tongue. You thinned your lips in an attempt to contain your wanton moans. 

“Mr. Todd, please…” You whispered, unable to finish due to how the pleasure took over all your senses. He said something against your clit and it caused you to buck your hips forward. Your legs had begun to shake as your orgasm quickly approached. “Jason.”

He pulled away from you suddenly, and you responded by cursing him. With a laugh, he sat back onto his heels, hands working on his trousers. When his cock sprung free, you gasped, before averting your eyes bashfully. 

“Do not look away, for you must see what you caused,” Jason spoke as he leaned back so you could see his cock better. It stood erect, throbbing slightly, and already spilling clear cum down the base. The sight of it made you feel proud, but a tad bit shameful. There was a wanting that you could not deny, you longed to have him in a much more intimate manner, but the impropriety of the moment did not escape your notice. Wholly, you ignored it for pleasure. You surprised yourself by being excited by the thought of using him to satiate all desires, and your body betrayed you by yanking your dress higher around your waist. 

Soon, you found your mouth betraying you as well. “Jason, I must have you now.” Never once did you think you could speak in such a filthy manner, but there was a gratification that was unfamiliar when you did.

Jason chuckled, bringing his fingers up to your clit. “Where is my diligent lady, hm? The one always so concerned for wandering eyes.” 

“Please, sir—“ you clamped your mouth shut to silence a loud moan. “Do not tease me now. I beg of you!” 

His fingers circled your clit  before moving through your folds and thrusting his fingers into you. The act had exalted every euphoric feeling, and you were sure that Mr. Todd was well aware of all his effects on you. He had to know that his manner of treating you would be with you until later that night. 

Surely, the man knew that, as you replayed what he had done, you’d pleasure yourself. 

“Very well, I will not tease you, but I will not take you here, either.” At the sound of your displeasure, he calmed you with a kiss on your thigh. “No, my dear. Fucking you will be a proper affair with flowers, desserts, and a nice soliloquy about passion.”

“I do not like your soliloquy now, sir,” said you with a shudder.

“Then I will save that for after our…” He shushed you when you let a particularly loud moan escape. You must have been close to orgasm, and he could not help but begin to touch himself. He seethed, so sensitive just from the glorious sight of you. He only said before putting his lips to your clit once again, “Wicked woman, you will make me undone.”

“Jason,” you said, pushing against him. “I must find some release from this torment!” 

His tongue lapped at your clit before sucking on it, and his fingers moved in and out of you at a perfect pace. The hand that was wrapped around his cock moved with a desperate speed. Mr. Todd was a passionate, though reserved, man and wished for nothing more than to take two pleasures at once: yours and his. The excitement of having you reach the peak of pleasure because of him made every part of his body explode with euphoria. 

You tugged and pulled at his hair, slowly bucking your hips forward in an attempt to chase the high you so craved. Jason did not want you to have it so soon, though the thought of you possibly being accused of any impropriety would have weighed heavy on his heart. 

“Mr. Todd,” you whispered, still thrusting your hips. “Jason!”

All at once, you began to cum on his mouth and he could feel himself release onto his hand. You gasped, yanking his hair in such a desperate way that he assumed, in place of voicing the height of your pleasure, you decided to act it out on him. He kept licking your clit until you began to push him away where he then sat back upon his heels to admire you. There was a flush on your face, between your legs a mess of blooming bruises where he had taken little nips at the soft flesh of your thighs, and your eyes held a tired, loving look in them. 

“I am a mess, Mr. Todd,” said you as you retrieved your handkerchief from the bag you had dropped. “Not as messy as you, I might say.”

Jason looked down at himself, his cock had begun to soften, but his hand was covered in sticky cum. He began to fix himself, playfully begging for your pardon at his wretched state, but you told him there was no issue calling for apologies. You knelt, taking his hand to gingerly wipe his hand before kissing him passionately. Mr. Todd welcomed every action with as much enthusiasm and earnestness as a man so bewitched could. 

When the two of you parted, you urged him to hurry as you could see night approaching. Like a dutiful servant, he gladly hurried in fixing himself, and you, before putting you back onto the horse to continue the journey. The return home was full of affection. Mr. Todd whispered sweet praises into your ear, and you, in turn, peppered coy kisses to his neck. It wasn’t until the grand, yet modest, Kent House came into view that you stopped. 

“You are alright,” He asked again as you approached the Kent house. A few of the footmen were already coming out to greet the two of you. 

You waved before answering Mr. Todd’s question, “I am well, sir. I should say extremely well.” You discreetly adjusted his coat, tucking your handkerchief well into his breast pocket, before letting your hands settle on the saddle. 

Sir Kent came out of the house with a relieved smile, and said, “I am glad you have come back! I was beginning to worry that you may have been robbed, or worse.”

“Nay, sir,” said you as you were helped off the horse. The lie came so easily off your tongue, that you wondered for a moment if you were always a skilled liar or if your affection for Mr. Todd made it so easy to face such little sins. “I had left Ms. Thompkins early, and when Mr. Todd found me on the road he offered to take me the rest of the way lest the worst happened.”

Mr. Todd did not get off his horse as he addressed Sir Kent, “My father did not entirely leave me without a good sense of gentlemanly virtues, sir.”

Sir Kent threw his head back as he laughed. “You are a good man, Mr. Todd. I saw your father in town today, and he says a ball will be hosted in a few weeks at Wayne Manor.”

“Very good!” Mr. Todd exclaimed, looking at you before shifting his eyes to your master. “You must attend, Sir Kent. Neither my father nor I will hear a no.” Truthfully, Mr. Todd did not give a damn if Sir Kent showed up, but you were more likely to attend if he did. 

“Rest assured, Mr. Todd. We must get inside now. We bid you goodbye until our next meeting,” Sir Kent said, offering his arm to lead you in. You took it, looking over your shoulder to wave goodbye to Jason. He waved and gave you a wink that flushed your face. When you turned forward, Sir Kent quickly said, “I hope Mr. Todd was a gentleman to you.”

“Yes, sir, he was.”

“Very good, you know Lady Kent is very particular about our reputation in the neighborhood,” Sir Kent said. You felt no threat from Sir Kent’s words, but you did heed to little warning. Anxiety filled you until you took one last glance at Mr. Todd’s retreating figure. Yes, you thought, reputation was important—yet, now, you yearned to live for the experience. 

[to-the-stars8]

George R. R. Martin knew what he was doing when he created the Starks because every time I see or hear anything related to that house suddenly I know no king but the king of the north whose name is stark and would literally die for that family.

[to-the-stars8]

Hello hi!!!

Just wanted to drop by and say that I absolutely love your fanfics!! Your Jason Todd ones and the Clark Kent! They literally feed my delulu and I am very much grateful 😌🙏🙏

I don't see if you're taking requests or not but I'm just gonna go off a guess and say no just to not be rude! So what I'll say next take it purely as a grain of salt or just as an idea to use if you ever get stumped!

For Love and Neighbors I know we're still in the beginning stages (sort of!) For Clark and reader. And I've been loving the interactions of reader with Bruce and Ma and Pa! And soooo, if you ever feel like it, WHEN that time comes, it would be interesting to see the interactions of reader and Conner 👀👀

Just an idea if anything! You don't have to write anything down at this very moment of course! Anyways! I hope you have an amazing day/afternoon/night! Love your stories and writing! Keep up the good work and take breaks when needed!! 🫶🫶🫶

Hey babe!

First of all, I’m SO sorry for taking so long to respond—I’m absolutely poo when it comes to answering asks!

But yes! I definitely will do that eventually bc Connor, in my humble opinion, is such an intergal part of Superman’s story. I’ve been looking for some inspiration for the story (I always hit a writers block with that particular one) but I think you’ve just given inspiration! Thank you so much!

And I hope you have a wonderful day! And thank you for reading my stories! ❤️❤️