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Jason was hurt, not usual the usual just couple of scratches, this was a stab wound that went a little too deep.

The man you had begged for multiple times to be careful when he'd go out on his patrols. Maybe he should have paid more attention. Maybe it was Dick's fault for distracting him in the first place by showing up invited. All of these scenarios were going to do nothing to help with the current situation. The dull ache he felt in his side was starting to travel up to his head. Heavy breaths began to fall shallow; his body leaned against the side of a club he had seem once or twice.

Voices could be heard surrounding the man, one maybe two. They all seem to hushed and worried. Some asking what should be done, another asking if they should call the cops. By the time Jason's eyes could start to focus he saw a pair of heels in front of his visor along with a "get him up" following.

The loss of blood made the matter of hours feel like minutes. Blood had started soak your sheets at this point, once a light off white now stained a harsh almost wine red. His eyes had begun to feel heavy before he could even comprehend what was going on. By the time he had come to finally he was fear stricken. His helmet was gone. Looking on both sides of where he had laid, he'd begun to panic.

"Relax. You're going to pop your stitches."

"Who the fuck are you?"

"<3, I'm a dancer in the club you're in. And you're Red Hood. All of us know about you here. Saved a couple of the girls here from creeps before."

"My mask. Where is it?"

He sat up with a harsh wheeze upon you approaching him, mask in tow. His eyes ran across every bit of you to memorize you incase you were someone who woud use this against him. Your look was practically burned into his brain, it made him ache. This wasn't a usual feeling he had. You weren't exactly the type of guy he was used to seeing. The tattoos that were littered across your body, the piercings to match, the skimpy outfit you obviously had just finished a set in now covered in blood. Blood who he could only assume was his own.

"What do you want for this?"

The look of confusion on your face only brought one onto his. People didn't do things without wanting something in return.

"Well, I couldn't have you die in front of my friends. They were scared so they got me and I had security bring you back here so I could patch you up before someone saw you. If we lose you in the streets, then we'd b fucked. You keep us safe."

While you spoke, Jason had begun to put his armor back on. Little by little, painful inch by inch. Your words were something he had, yet hadn't, heard before. Yes, he knew he kept people safe, but to hear someone other than someone he was actively saving was new. Slowly and saved for last came his helmet. His head turned in an almost inhuman way to look at you once you had finished. Closer and closer he got to you until he was mere inches from your face.

"This stays between us. You tell anyone anything about me or this I will fucking kill you. Understood?"

"...Yeah, I got it."

There was a silence between you two as he went to leave through the only window in the room. Before he left, he turned to face you once more.

"You need something you find me, got it?"

(18+) you just want attention from your big bad boyfriend :(

"C'mere, girl." Frank's low, gravelly voice cut through the room like a command. "S'this what you need, hmm? Answer me. Use your words."

His rough, calloused hand came down on your swollen clit for the third time, sharp and deliberate. A small, broken whimper slipped from your puffy lips. He was right — it was exactly what you needed. But admitting it so easily? Where was the fun in that?

The fourth smack landed harder, paired with a deep snarl as his fingers gripped your jaw, forcing your flushed face toward him. "Damn brat. If you don’t speak up, you’re not getting anything else."

The threat hit exactly where he meant it to. Your pout deepened instantly, a needy little cry tumbling out of you. You’d spent the whole day poking and prodding at him — huffing, sulking, brushing against him just to steal his attention — and now that you finally had it, you didn’t want to lose even a second.

"No, no, no— please don’t stop," you begged, voice shaky and sweet. "Please, I’ll be good…"

Frank let out a deep, sarcastic chuckle that rumbled through his chest. "Atta girl." He sounded almost amused, like he was entertained by how quickly you folded for him. He knew you would. Hell, he knew exactly why you’d been acting out all day — his sweet, ditzy little brat just needed to be put back in her place.

His strong hands gripped the backs of your thighs, spreading them wide and pushing them up toward your chest. He lowered his face between your legs, breath hot against your soaked folds. A single gentle kiss pressed to your sensitive clit, his warm saliva mixing with your slick. You were so worked up, so desperate, that even that soft touch nearly sent you tumbling over the edge.

"More, Frank— please," you whined, hips bucking up toward his mouth. "Need it so bad!"

"Aht aht," he murmured against your pussy, the vibration making you shiver. "I know what you need, sweetheart. Let me do my job."

He sealed his lips around your clit again, alternating between slow, filthy slurps and firm, rhythmic sucking. Deep, hungry grunts rolled from his mouth straight into your core, the sound and sensation pushing you closer and closer. Your fingers twisted into the sheets as your thighs trembled in his iron grip.

When you finally tipped over the edge, it hit you hard — waves of pleasure crashing through your body while your tearful doe eyes locked onto his from between your spread thighs. Frank didn’t stop, licking you through every pulse and aftershock, drawing it out until you were a whimpering, boneless mess.

You looked at him with hazy, adoring eyes, watching him kiss your inner thighs, finally quiet and satisfied now that you had the attention you’d been craving all day.

mean!smoke who keeps your hands behind your back whenever he has you on all fours. claiming his decision to do that is because you always run whenever you two are in doggy style but really he just enjoyed seeing how helpless and overstimulated you got when you had no choice but to take his dick. he’d angle his hips so he could go deeper into your essence and so he could find that g-spot, and speed his pace up so his mushroom tip could kiss it over and over again.

“nah, you gone take this dick. all of it, ain’t no motherfucking running.”

mean!smoke who’s idea of punishing you when you’ve been bratty is tying you up to a chair and holding a vibrator up to your clit. letting you get so overstimulated and overwhelmed that you can’t even think or talk straight. he does all of this while making you apologize , and manipulating you into thinking if you apologize he’ll stop. instead he ups the setting with every apology you give him.

“tell daddy you sorry, an’ then i’ll take it off mama.”

mean!smoke who when he feels as though you’re bratting on purpose just so he can give you a “funishment” he’ll let you act up for a little, let you think you’re going to get what you want before quickly bending you over his knee, riding up your skit and using his hand to forcefully spank your ass. after a few minutes your ass starts to hurt, which causes you to try and block his hand from your butt. but he uses his free hand to move it and hold your hand down. forcing you to take it.

“you had so much shit to say earlier. you better take this shit.”

Entering- Tim Drake, a man known for his smarts in the college of Gotham. Years of failed relationships and overworking himself to the bone comes to an end when he finally meets you. The person who matches him intellectually, and helps him grow emotionally.

°tags -°✧⁠*Mlm, College Au, Tim is an absolute yearner!,reader is the son of Harvey dent (Two Face), a lot of talk about mental health since reader is a psych major, mentions of weed and alcohol, nepo baby reader, Ppl are weird asf to Tim out of jealousy, whole lot of praise°✧⁠*

Trailers- headcanons

season premiere- intro

episode 1- "Oh my, how smart you are"

episode 2- "Why are you so nice to me?"

episode 3- "What is your Problem?"

episode 4-

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College Nerd! Tim who you first meet when you two are partnered up in your abnormal psychology class. You were easily one of the more popular guys on campus, but it was different than the popularity his brothers and friends had.

"Tim and {♡} will be working together as a group. Kyle and Izan. Mimi and Nicole..."

Your first official meeting. A test of knowledge on both ends of the spectrum. Tim was known for his intelligence. He was who everyone wanted to be tutored by if they needed to pass a class. Hours of meticulous studying so he can know all that there is to his study of psychology and business. His studies were no game, they were fully planned out ways for him to come out on top just like any other time. Because Tim was nothing less than perfect.

And you... you were no different from him.

Despite all your complaints about how much work you may have to do it always got done on time and with the highest amount of effort. What else could they expect from the son of thee Harvey Dent. You were nothing short of a dream come true in many people's eyes. Your life was what every person wanted. Rich, creative, smart, handsome, you had everything at your fingertips. The exact same way Tim did. And yet there was something so quiet that yearned to be let go in both of you. Something that you might have known, but Tim? Not so much.

There were rumors surrounding both of you guys. Based off of truth? Somewhat. Based off of lies? Mostly. Tim has heard everything though. From who was sleeping together on campus to who was bribing their way through school. Every bit of information has gone through to him at least twice before making it through the school. Things said about you weren't an exception. So bossy, wanting everything done your way and your way only, but it was also said you were just a pretty face who used your dad's influence to get you this far along.

°Cont of this

Tim spent his whole life inspiring to be nothing short of the best and perfect. He always needed to set his goals past others in order to strive for what wanted, and now in college he hasn't planned on changing that.

Tim Drake was smart, that was something everyone knew, himself included, but there was a small part of him that always doubted his abilities compared to peers. No matter how many accomplishments he did, or how many good grades he brought home he always felt second in some place.

You guys had basically every single class together, so it was inevitable that y'all talked at least once. Both of you being fairly popular only pushed that agenda because it made you two bumped into each other out of class as well. Despite just how smart you were people didn't look for that; they looked at your beauty. You didn't need to be smart if you had a pretty face, that's what you were taught at least. And that was honestly what everyone expected from you.

That was much to Tim's confusion seeing as you both shared some higher placement classes. He firsthand saw how hard you worked as you did with him. One another just admiring each other the sidelines of the different ends of your spectrums. It was when you actually started tutoring Damian at your volunteer program that got you two together.

the denial comes quick. "no- john, i-"

john tells you that you don't have to deny it. that you don't have to lie.

"i love it," john murmurs, a satisfied preen coating his words. he nuzzles his scruff against your shoulder, nipping at his baby's flushed skin because vulnerability is closing in. "i love how you love my body, baby."

you cry, cumming weakly at john's confession and throughout the tremors overtaking you, john holds you tight. he humps into you shallowly, trying to coax one more orgasm, and you do give a weak squirt just as his cum fills you, and it is thick and hot and delicious.