love and cigs, merc

You and Chris were lost in ecstasy, one leg draped over his shoulder as the other hung round his waist. His head was rested against your knee, his perfect teeth grazing the bone as he thrust in and out of your sopping pussy, your walls milking him with every movement.

Your moans filled the room as his tip poked at your g-spot, pressing that perfect button over and over again. He groaned at the sight of your fucked out face, your mouth hung open as guttural sounds left your lips, cries of Chris' name rolling off your tongue as he nipped at the skin of your knee, lost in the feeling of your tight pussy around him.

"you feel so fucking good, baby" he groaned, his hand gripping at the flesh of your thigh as it rested on his hip.

You could only moan in response, reeling in the way his cock stretched out your walls, the sting being nothing compared to the bliss you felt as he relentlessly fucked you.

"so fucking pretty, taking me like this, so so pretty" Chris continued, rambling.

"mphm, Chris, you're so big" You moaned, thinking nothing of it as you spoke, his size being the only thing in your mind in that moment.

Chris' eyes snapped open, locking in on yours instantly as he continued to fuck you, something about your words making his brain tingle.

"whatcha say, ma?" he said, slightly breathless.

"you're so-" you cut yourself off with a moan, "y'so big, Chris"

Chris near enough growled, biting down on your knee before looking down to the bulge forming in your stomach as he pounded into you. He knew he was big, and he loved how well you always took him, but you'd never told him now big he was, and he never knew that was something he wanted to hear.

"say it again f'me" He slowed his pace, but increased his temperament, his hips slapping against yours with a sting as he thrust in and out of you, slow and hard.

You couldn't help but moan at the change in tempo, head craning back into the pillow, your mouth slung wide open.

Chris hand came to your jaw, pulling your head back to look at him with your cheeks gently squished between his fingers.

"tell me again, baby" He cooed, his tone stern but words soft.

"you-" you stuttered, "you're so big, Chris, stretching me out so fucking good" your brows were knit together, trying to get out every word coherently.

Chris groaned, fucking into your tight pussy impossibly hard, watching your begging eyes as he did. your words had set something off in him, and he was past the point of no return.

"you like it when I stretch you out like this? huh, princess? you love taking my big cock?" Chris questioned, eyes trained on yours.

"mhm" you moaned, biting down on your lip, "I love it, Chris"

Chris lowered his gaze to the bulge in your stomach once more, watching as his tip took fleshy shape in your skin. He couldn't help but moan, obsessed with how well you took him.

"y'take it so well, ma, y'take my cock like a lil champion, huh?" He muttered, looking back to you and brushing his thumb over your wet, plump lips.

You parted your lips, letting him slip his thumb into your mouth as he pressed it against your warm tongue. You wrapped your lips around his digit, sucking it with a moan as he pulled out of you almost completely, only to thrust back in with a brutal slap of his skin against yours.

He tugged at the flesh of your thigh, pulling your other leg over his shoulder and pressing your knees to your chest, his thumb leaving your mouth with a pop.

The new position gave him the perfect opportunity to hit you even deeper than before, his dick pressing into your cervix with a blissful ache.

"fuck, Chris, it hurts so good" you mumbled, tears pricking at your eyes at the ache of your contorted body, and Chris' weight pressed against you almost completely.

"be a good girl, and take it" Chris spat, setting a rapid pace into your perfect pussy.

He was relentless, pressing your legs tight against your chest as he laid almost all his weight down on top of you. His length thrust in and out of you, the sound of your juices mixed with the slap of his skin against yours acting as a backing track to both of your moans.

"give it to me, give it to me, give it to me" you moaned over and over again, unable to form a thought other than that simple request. Something about the dirty talk, mixed with the feeling of Chris' weight on you and his big dick stretching you out made that familiar knot tighten in your stomach, your whole body tingling as every hair on your skin stood on edge.

Chris was a moaning, whimpering mess, the sound of your begging making him feel lightheaded as he pounded into you. Your slick walls were clenching around him like a vice, and he knew he was done for.

"cum with me, princess, cum all over my big cock like a good girl" Chris said though gritted teeth, his tone somehow still soft and caring despite his pace.

As if on command, his words sent you over the edge, and with a cry of his name, you released sticky juices all over his length, the squelching sound of him fucking you through your toe curling orgasm making him reel.

He was seconds behind, filling you up with his cum, fucking it into you as he stuttered above you, pressing his weight further down onto the backs of your legs as he gripped and tugged at any skin of yours he could reach.

Your breathless moans filled the room as he stilled inside you, letting his cum soak into your walls and his length, unable to bring himself to pull out. His hand came to your hair as he rested his head against your leg, trying to catch his breath with fluttery eyes. You leaned into his touch, humming at his soft caress.

"so" you said, giggling slightly, "you like it when I tell you how big you are, huh?" you cheesed as he opened his eyes.

Chris chuckled and shook his head, pushing strands of sweaty hair out your face, "don't start" he grinned.

❝ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ❞ credits to @/chrisssiren and @/cafekitsune for the dividers.

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 3:00a.m. when you woke from the dream you'd been having. your hair clung to your forehead with sweat, your chest rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths. glancing down at yourself, you noticed your nipples stiff beneath the thin silk nightgown. the heat between your thighs was impossible to ignore, as was the dampness soaking your panties.

even so, you slipped a hand beneath the comforter and inside your underwear, your fingertips brushing against your own arousal. a quiet whimper escaped your lips at the sensation.

when you looked beside you, jason was sleeping peacefully, completely oblivious to your predicament. one arm rested above his head while the other hugged a pillow. his breathing was slow and steady, his face relaxed — no nightmares haunting him tonight.

it was such a sweet sight that guilt almost stopped you from waking him. almost. your need was simply too overwhelming, and you shoved the guilt to the back of your mind.

scooting closer, you admired your boyfriend from only inches away. he was breathtaking, with his sharp jawline, thick brows, and the slightly crooked nose that had been broken more times than either of you cared to count.

jason slept shirtless, and the sight of his broad chest, crisscrossed with familiar scars, never failed to make your pulse race. carefully, you rested a hand against his chest before leaning in to whisper against his ear "babe... are you awake?" you already knew the answer. you placed a soft kiss against his cheek "babe... i need you..."

you tried again, trailing gentle kisses down his neck while your hand lazily stroked his chest. jason let out a sleepy grunt and shifted beneath the blankets before slowly opening his eyes, searching for yours in the darkness.

within seconds, he was fully awake. he caught the hand resting on his chest and brought it to his lips, pressing a tender kiss against your knuckles "what is it, princess?" he asked, concern immediately filling his voice "did something happen?"

you simply nodded. taking his hand, you guided it beneath the blankets until it rested over your soaked panties. understanding dawned on his face instantly. a crooked smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he slipped your panties aside, his fingers gliding through your wetness, drawing a soft sigh from you.

he moved closer, gently easing you onto your back until he hovered above you. your legs parted on instinct, welcoming him between them, while your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him into a kiss.

jason kissed you slowly, savoring every second. his tongue explored your mouth at an unhurried pace while one of his large, calloused hands slid the strap of your nightgown from your shoulder, exposing your left breast.

the coolness of his palm against your heated skin sent a shiver through you. he cupped your breast, giving it a gentle squeeze before teasing your nipple between his fingers.

his lips left yours to find your neck, leaving behind a trail of wet kisses until he reached your breast. his tongue flicked across your nipple before his teeth grazed it, tugging just enough to pull another breathy sigh from your lips without hurting you. "so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his free hand already toying with your other breast.

your fingers buried themselves in his dark hair, stroking through the strands before giving them an affectionate tug. once he'd had his fill, jason continued kissing his way down your body at an unhurried pace until he reached your hips.

he slowly pushed your nightgown upward, his fingers hooked into the sides of your panties and pulled them down. the discarded fabric landed somewhere on the bedroom floor as jason settled between your thighs, gently urging your legs farther apart.

he paused for only a heartbeat before dragging his tongue from your perineum all the way to your clit. his lips wrapped around the sensitive bud as he sucked gently, alternating between slow, steady pressure and teasing circles of his tongue.

one hand remained firmly around your thigh, squeezing reassuringly, while the fingers of his other hand gathered your slick before slowly pushing two fingers inside you.

soft moans spilled from your lips. one of your hands toyed absentmindedly with your breast while the other threaded into jason's hair, urging him impossibly closer.

he glanced up at you, holding your gaze without wavering as he continued lavishing attention on your clit. his fingers curled inside you with practiced precision, moving at the exact rhythm he knew made your body melt, occasionally spreading apart in a gentle scissoring motion.

he never once looked away "look at me, princess..." he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin "i want to see your eyes when you come." he worshipped every inch of you, alternating between licking, sucking, and fingering you until your thoughts dissolved into nothing but him.

at one point, he changed his rhythm entirely. his thumb replaced his mouth over your clit while his tongue slipped lower, making your back arch from the sensation. all you could do was tug at his hair and cry out his name.

minutes later, that familiar knot began tightening deep inside your stomach. your breathing turned ragged, jason could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers. with a drawn-out moan of his name, you finally came, your body trembling as pleasure washed over you.

his hands tightened around your thighs, holding you steady through every wave. jason took his time afterward. he kissed and licked every inch of your swollen, sensitive cunt, refusing to waste a single drop. your body twitched from the overwhelming sensitivity, but you didn't care.

all you could do was stare down at him through heavy-lidded eyes, your breathing still uneven. "holy fuck, baby..." jason breathed as he finally sat back on his knees. his nose, lips, and chin glistened with your slick. a wicked grin spread across his face, every trace of sleep completely gone.

your gaze drifted downward. the outline of his hard cock strained against his sweatpants. his hand slid slowly down his abdomen, following the trail of hair disappearing beneath the waistband before slipping inside. a moment later, he freed himself. large, thick, curving ever so slightly upward. the flushed tip already glistened with precum, his heavy balls completing the intoxicating sight.

wrapping his hand around the base, he stroked himself a few slow times. your mouth watered immediately, already imagining him fucking your throat. throughout it all, his eyes never left your swollen, glistening cunt. still lazily pumping himself, he looked up at you and murmured in a low voice, "come here... come on." without hesitation, you spread your legs even wider, silently inviting him closer.

"Come on, baby. You can give me one more." Jason groaned, his hips snapping into you at a merciless pace. You cried out as your back arched off of the bed. He had already fucked you through two orgasms. "You can cum for me one more time, pretty girl." His hands came down to play with your clit, matching the pace of his thrusts.

Your hands gripped his biceps, nails digging into his flesh, which only caused him to groan louder and pick up his pace. You felt a knot tighten low in your stomach, your climax finally reaching its peak. "Oh fuck, Jay-" your sentence was cut off by your own moan as you saw stars, your thighs trembling.

"That's it, sweet girl. Give it to me." He growled as he fucked you roughly, his fingers pinching your clit. You cried out as you came, soaking his cock, back arching off of the bed. He fucked you through your orgasm before thrusting into you with one more brutal thrust. He stilled inside of you, filling you with his cum. He rested his forehead against yours and smiled down at you. "You did so well. You were such a good girl for me." He said softly as he planted a gentle kiss to your lips.

He slowly pulled out of you and collapsed onto the mattress beside you. You hummed contently as he pulled you into his arms, kissing your head softly and gently caressing your back. You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "The food is probably cold now." You mumbled into his chest.

Jason chuckled softly as he brushed a few strands of hair out of your face. "We can always heat up the food again. You come first." He kissed your forehead lovingly. "Although I hope you know I'm going to be using those coupons every chance that I get."

Three days later

It turned out Jason was not kidding about using the coupons at every given opportunity.

You walked into the kitchen and froze when you saw the current state of the room. The room that you just cleaned yesterday. A trail of black engine grease and muddy boot prints led straight from the front door, into the kitchen, around the island, and to the fridge that Jason was currently rummaging through.

"Jason Peter Todd." You said, your voice dangerously low as you put your hands on your hips.

He froze, a carton of milk halfway to his mouth. He slowly turned toward you, his eyes darting to the messy floors, the engine grease streaks on the island and fridge door, before his gaze flicked to your furious expression. A sheepish grin immediately tugged at his lips, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck which only made him messier with engine grease. " Hey there, pretty girl. Did I tell you that you look beautiful today?"

"Do not 'pretty girl' me, Jason!" You snapped, waving you hand around the space. "I spend hours cleaning the house yesterday! You know that if you're working on your motorcycle that you have to make sure that you don't track a mess into the house." You huffed, running a hand through your hair.

He set the milk carton down as he closed the fridge door before putting his hands up in mock surrender. "I know sweetheart, I know." He sighed as he stepped toward you. "I'm really sorry. I just got distracted and-"

"Save it." You huffed as you crossed your arms over your chest and narrowed your eyes at him. "You're cleaning up this whole kitchen. Every inch of it. And you're cleaning up the mess that you left at the front door."

Jason didn't look worried, instead he smirked as he made his way over to you. He reached into his back pocket, his fingers retrieving a slightly crumpled piece of construction paper. "Yeah, I don't think so."

"Jason-"

Before you could lecture him further, he stepped into your space fully. Your breath hitched, eyes widening slightly as he held up the small piece of construction paper between the two of you, the paper pinched between his forefinger and middle finger. He slowly slid the paper right down the center of your chest, slipping it right between your tits. He tapped the paper with his finger one more time, looking down at where it was nestled between your tits, before meeting your gaze again with a smirk.

"If I remember correctly, the terms and conditions state that this is legally binding." He murmured as he gestured to the paper. "And you know me, I'm a stickler for rules." He grinned.

Your face flushed as you tore the paper out from between your cleavage before looking down at it, recognizing the handwriting as your own.

'Good for: Getting out of one argument free (no questions asked).'

"You are the absolute worst!" You said, a laugh threatening to break through your annoyance. "That is cheating. And highly inappropriate!"

"It's strategy." Jason corrected, leaning down to press his lips against yours softly. "Are you gonna honor the terms of the voucher, pretty girl, or do I need to call management?" He asked, a playful smirk tilting his lips.

You playfully flicked his forehead as you finally let out the laugh that you had been holding back. "Management says you're an idiot, Todd. Fine, you win. The argument is over."

"Good girl." He chuckled, leaning down to steal another quick kiss from your lips and butterflies flew in your stomach from the pet name.

You tossed the coupon onto the kitchen island. "I'm still not going to clean up your mess though. You're an adult man, you can clean it yourself."

"Who said anything about you cleaning it?" He asked, already walking over to the closet where you kept the cleaning supplies. He pulled out a mop, floor cleaner, and some cleaner and wipes for the counter and fridge. "I only used the coupon to save myself from a lecture. I was just fucking with you when I said I wasn't going to clean it. Of course I'm going to clean up my mess. I'm not a fucking slob."

He walked back over, tossing an extra rag your way. You caught it against your chest and corked a brow.

"Tell you what," Jason said, crowding you against the counter. "You sit your pretty ass on the counter and look cute, and I'll clean all this shit up. Deal?"

"And the rag?" You asked, gesturing to the cloth in your hand.

His eyes darkened playfully as he leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear. "That's for me after I'm done. You're gonna help me clean all this grease off myself." He nipped at your ear gently which made you gasp before hoisting you up onto the clean part of the counter. "Now just stay here and look pretty, daddy's got cleaning to do."

You cringed and playfully smacked him with the rag. "Never call yourself 'daddy' again please." He barked out a laugh in response as he began to clean up.

One week later

You were in the bed room, a pile of laundry in front of you on the mattress. You were currently losing a war to a fitted sheet, the sheet testing your patience. As you attempted to fold it, you herd Jason enter the room.

You turned your head to see him leaning against the door frame in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His hair was messy, some strands falling over his eyes and his arms were crossed over his naked chest. You watched as his eyes slowly roamed over your body, his gaze growing dark and hungry.

He didn't say a word as he walked over to you, coming to stand right behind you. He dropped a piece of paper onto the sheet that you were currently wrestling with. You blinked as you looked down at the paper. Once again the handwriting was your own.

'Good for: One quickie anytime.'

"Jay," you giggled softly, your cheeks flushing from the way he was eyeing you. "Right now? I'm in the middle of folding the laundry."

"The coupon says anytime, pretty girl." He murmured as he kissed the spot just below your ear. You whimpered softly as you tilted your head. He spun you around to face him before lifting you up and placing you on top of the dresser. You gasped as he tugged your thin cotton shorts down your legs, tugging your panties down next.

"Jason-" you gasped, your hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

"The laundry can wait." He growled as he shoved your shirt up, pleased to find that you weren't wearing a bra under your t-shirt. "I need you, right now." His lips crashed down against yours, the kiss rough and heated. Your hands slid from his shoulders to threat through his hair, lightly tugging on the strands.

He broke the kiss only to lean down and capture one of your hardened nipples in his mouth. You gasped, your back arching, fingers tugging at his hair a little harsher now as he bit down on your nipple lightly. His free hand came up your side to palm your other breast, his thumb and forefinger twisting and tugging.

You whined a little when he pulled away. "Fuck, you're so pretty when you make those little noises." Jason murmured as he tugged his sweatpants and boxers down. You immediately wrapped your hand around his cock, pumping it a few times. "Fuck baby," he groaned a little before pulling your hand away. "If you keep stroking me like that then I'll end up coming right here, and I wan to cum inside of you."

You spread your legs wider as he positioned himself between your thighs. He slapped the head of his cock against your clit a couple of times before lining himself up with your entrance. He bottomed out with one rough thrust. You moaned as your head fell back but Jason tsked and snapped his fingers. "Eyes on me, pretty girl. Look at me when I fuck you."

You lifted your head and opened your eyes, meeting his hungry gaze with one of your own. He slowly pulled out before thrusting into you again roughly. You let out a sharp gasp, your jaw dropping. He growled a little as he set a rough pace, slamming into your cunt over and over again. You moaned his name as you pulled your left leg closer to your chest to give him better access to you, using your free arm to hold yourself up on your elbow.

"You feel that, pretty girl?" Jason said in a rough, gravelly voice as his hand pressed down on your stomach, pressing down on the bulge there. "Feel my cock deep inside of you?" You nodded frantically as you moaned louder. He slid his hand up your stomach, up your chest, and your throat until he reached your mouth, shoving two of his digits inside. "Suck on my fingers."

You did as you were told, wrapping your lips around his forefinger and middle finger, swirling your tongue around them as you sucked. He looked down at where the two of you were joined, watching as his cock disappeared inside of your pussy. "Fuck, this pretty little pussy takes my cock so well. Like she was made for it. You're such a good girl for me."

You moaned around his fingers as your hand left your thigh to play with you clit, toying with it at the same pace that Jason was fucking you at. He groaned as he watched you play with yourself. "That's it," he murmured. "Play with that needy little clit and make yourself cum on my cock."

You whimpered as you rubbed your clit faster. You could feel your climax building up inside of you, the knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter until it finally snapped. Jason pulled his fingers out of your mouth as you cried out, your head tilting back. "What did I say?" He growled as he grabbed your jaw, yanking your head up again so you were looking at him. "Look at me."

You sobbed from the pleasure, your pussy clenching around his length as you came all over his cock. "Fuck, good girl. Good fucking girl." He growled as he fucked into you mercilessly. "Gonna fill this pretty cunt up with my cum. Make sure you're dripping my cum for the rest of the day." His hips stuttered before he slammed into you one more time, groaning out a curse as he came inside of you.

He slowly pulled out, reaching his hand out to wipe away at stray tears. "Such a good girl. You always make me feel so good. I'm so proud of you, baby." He said softly as he kissed your lips gently.

Two months later

You were on the couch watching tv and waiting for Jason to come home from patrol. Some trashy reality tv show droned on in the background as you herd the front door open. You watched as Jason stepped inside, kicking his boots off by the door before removing his helmet.

"How was patrol?" You softly asked as Jason shrugged off his leather jacket, placing his helmet on the kitchen island and hanging his jacket over the back of a chair. He didn't say a word, just walked over to you, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket and gently tossing it onto your lap. You could tell by his face that today was rough on him.

You looked down at the paper, smiling when you realized it was the very last coupon in the book that you hade made for him two months prior.

'Good for: One hour of snuggles and kisses.'

"Alright," you said with a soft smile. "Except I'm changing the terms a little. Instead of an hour, I'll stretch the time to be the rest of the night." You reached your hand out to him. "Wanna go into our room and snuggle?"

You saw a small, exhausted smile tip Jason's lips as he took your hand before the two of you headed into your shared room to forget about the darkness looming in Gotham and instead just stay curled up in each others arms.

❀ end note: okay i'm actually glad i made a second part, i kinda like how this turned out despite struggling with a writers slump.

You smiled to yourself as you slipped into your shared bedroom, a vibrant bouquet of flowers tucked carefully into the crook of your arm. Balanced in your hands were a few heavy takeout bags that got stacked on top of a carefully wrapped box.

The past few weeks had been brutal on Jason. You could see the toll patrol was taking on him in the rigid set of his shoulders and the dark circles bruising the skin under his eyes. Every night followed the same heavy routine: he’d drag himself through the door, utterly spent, press a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, and immediately collapse into bed.

It ached to see him carrying the weight of Gotham like that. You knew you couldn't erase the horrors of the city or the ghosts of his past, but tonight, you were determined to make him feel at peace.

Between his favorite comfort food, the fresh flowers, and the contents of the box which were a handmade "coupon book" full of vouchers for back massages, cuddles and kisses for an hour, and some other cute and spicy ones paired with a ridiculously cute, chubby little red panda keychain, you were going to make him smile. Even if he groaned and blushed first.

You crawled onto the center of the mattress, carefully arranging the takeout containers so the scent of his favorite food began to drift through the room. The fresh flowers were safely tucked on the nightstand, but the wrapped box went right in front of you on the covers. You settled back against the pillows, waiting.

As the minutes ticked by in the quiet room, a sudden knot of nerves tightened in your stomach. You stared down at the box that contained the coupon book and red panda keychain, and a wave of doubt hit you. Was this stupid? Jason was out there dealing with life or death situations, dealing with the literal scum of Gotham, and here you were waiting for him with a dorky keychain and coupons for kisses. What if he was too tired for this? What if he thought it was silly?

You reached out, your fingers hovering over the box, half-tempted to sweep it away and hide it in the closet before he could see it and just act like you picked up food instead. Before you could make up your mind, the muffled, heavy thud of the front door closing echoed from the hallway. Your heart skipped a beat. He was home.

The sound of his footsteps approached the bedroom door, sounding slower and more exhausted than usual. Your breath hitched, your hand dropping back into your lap as the doorknob turned with a quiet click. You found yourself fidgeting with your rings to try and keep your nerves at bay. You attempted to stuff your insecurities away and plastered on a smile.

The door swung open, and there he was.

Jason looked completely spent. His massive frame was slightly hunched, his hair damp from the Gotham rain and clinging to his forehead. He had already discarded his helmet, leaving his tired eyes and the dark circles beneath them completely exposed.

He paused in the doorway, blinking heavily as his gaze swept over the room. The harsh, defensive tension in his shoulders suddenly faltered as he took in the scene: the soft lighting, the fresh flowers on the nightstand, the savory scent of his favorite food, and you, sitting in the middle of it all. His eyes drifted down to the carefully wrapped box sitting right in front of you on the covers.

For a long moment, he just stood there, completely silent, as if he couldn't quite process what he was seeing.

The quiet in the bedroom stretched for another beat, the only sound the faint, rhythmic dripping of rain from his discarded gear out in the kitchen. You swallowed hard, your fingers tightening around your rings as you waited for him to say something to break the silence. Slowly, the confused, uncomprehending look in Jason’s eyes gave way to something incredibly soft as his eyes landed on you again.

"Hey," he breathed, his voice rough and gravelly. He didn't drop his eyes from you as he stepped fully into the room, letting the door click shut behind him. He reached up, unzipping his heavy leather jacket with slow, stiff movements, and let it slide off his shoulders to drop onto the nearby chair.

He didn't mention the food, and he didn't ask about the flowers yet. Instead, he walked straight over to the edge of the mattress. He didn't even look at the wrapped box, his eyes were entirely fixed on your face, seeing right through the brave smile you had plastered on. Without a word, Jason sat on the edge of the bed beside you. He reached out, his large, calloused hand gently covering yours, completely stilling your anxious fidgeting. "You did all this?" he murmured softly, his thumb tracing a comforting circle over the back of your knuckles.

Under the steady, overwhelming gratitude in his gaze, the last of your forced smile softened into something real, though a faint blush crept up your neck. "Yeah," you confessed softly, your voice a little smaller than you intended. You cleared your throat, nudging the wrapped box an inch closer to him with your free hand. "I know you've had a rough couple of weeks. I just... I wanted to make sure you had some happiness tonight. I got your favorite takeout."

Jason’s eyes tracked the movement of the box, then drifted back up to you. A tiny, faint trace of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, the first real one you’d seen on him in days. "Sweetheart, you're the only happy thing in this entire city. You're the sunshine to my darkness." He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, just like his usual routine, but this time he didn't immediately collapse into a dead sleep after. Instead he lingered there for a second, his forehead resting against yours as he took a deep breath.

When he pulled back, his hand slid from your knuckles to grab the wrapped box. "So," he murmured, his tone turning playfully curious as he eyed the neat wrapping paper. "What's this? You already fed me and bought me flowers. Am I being spoiled today?"

"Just open it." You said softly, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth.

Jason caught the anxious movement of your lips, his eyes softening even further if that was even possible. He let out a low, breathless chuckle, the sound vibrating warmly against your skin in the quiet room. "Alright, alright, opening it now," he murmured as he began to tear open the paper. After he tore the paper off carefully he opened the box and was immediately met with the red panda keychain.

For a second, he just stared at the chubby little red panda keychain sitting on top of the handmade booklet. You watched him nervously as your insecurities kicked in again. He must've thought it was so stupid. How would something like this help him?

Before your thoughts could spiral further, he picked up the keychain by it's metal ring, letting it dangle between his fingers as he studied it. He looked from the panda to you, one of his thick eyebrows arching up, though the amusement in his eyes completely gave him away. "A red panda, huh?" He asked with a small smirk. "No bats this time?"

"It looked like you." You blurted out, your cheeks immediately heating the second the words left your lips. "I- not the panda part! Of course you don't look like a panda," you rambled as Jason watched you with a brow arched, trying to hide his amusement. "You don't look like a panda. Just... it looks big and grumpy and it's also soft and cuddly. Just like you." You finished quietly, feeling so embarrassed, wishing that the bed could swallow you whole.

Jason let out a laugh at that, a sound that you hadn't herd in weeks. The sound almost made you jump when you first herd it but you felt your nerves begin to calm as his laughter died down. "Yeah well, I'm only soft for you." He said softly as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips.

He set the keychain down carefully on the mattress and picked up the handmade coupon book. He flipped it open, his eyes scanning the first page. A smile tipped his lips as he read some of the coupons.

'Good for: One hour of snuggles and kisses.'

'Good for: Free 15 minute back massage.'

'Good for: Breakfast in bed.'

He let out a low, appreciative hum as he flipped through the pages of sweet and cheesy coupons. You could tell the second he got to the portion of coupons that were spicy, his eyes darkening as he read some of them.

'Good for: One quickie at anytime.'

'Good for: One free nude pic.'

'Good for: Blindfolding and handcuffing me.'

The silence in the bedroom returned, but it wasn't the anxious quiet from before. It was thick, charged, and heavy with anticipation. Slowly, Jason closed the booklet. He set it down on the mattress beside the keychain, his movements deliberate and unhurried. When he looked back up at you, the exhaustion that had been weighing down his eyelids was completely gone, replaced by a hazy look of lust that made your breath catch.

He crawled up the mattress, the movement making you lay back against the mattress, until he was looming directly over you. His massive frame effectively blocked out the rest of the room, hands planted on either side of your head, trapping you between himself and the mattress. "You sat here," Jason began, his voice a rough growl as he leaned down, his nose brushing against yours, "worrying your pretty little head that this was stupid? Thinking I wouldn't want this?" He let out a low, breathy sound that was half-chuckle, half-groan, his eyes dropping to your lips before snapping back to yours. "Sweetheart, you have no idea what you’ve done to me tonight."

He reached out, his calloused fingers gently cupping your jaw, tilting your face up just a fraction more. His thumb brushed against your bottom lip, soothing the spot you had been nervously biting earlier.

"I fight the scum of the earth in this hellhole of a city every night feeling like I'm barely holding it together," he whispered, his eyes softening with gratitude, even as the heat in them remained. "And I walk in to find you waiting for me with flowers, my favorite food, and a book not only showing me just how much you love me but also telling me that you're entirely mine to play with."

A devastating smirk slowly pulled at the corner of his lips. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he spoke. "The food smells amazing, and God knows I'm starving," Jason rasped, his hand sliding down from your jaw to wrap around your throat softly.. "But looking at you right now? I think I'm gonna need to cash in one of these vouchers first. Specifically this one." He said as he he sat up, his legs straddling you as he held his hand out to you, the coupon between his forefinger and middle finger. You took the coupon from him slowly as you bit your lip, your eyes reading over the words.

'Good for: One session of rough sex. No holding back, use my body to get all your frustration out.'

"So what do you say, sweetheart? Ready to help me forget about Gotham tonight?"

❀ end note: i kinda want to write a second part 👀🙈

Dick Grayson

 - rough and controlling and slowly melting into you; fucking you until there’s tears in your eyes and giving you the best orgasm of your life

You know what Dick needs as soon as he opens the door. The stitched cut on his arm and torn fabric of his suit tells you all you need to know—it’s going to be a long night. 

He watches you struggle to ride him, the handcuffs he’d placed on you clicking with every bounce. Your thigh muscles burn, you’re shiny with sweat and still Dick makes demands—faster, deeper, you can take more than that. 

When he feels like he’s in control again, he finally allows himself to take pity on you. He’ll remove the cuffs from your aching wrists, lay you down on the bed and eat your pussy real nice. 

Once he’s had enough, he’ll kiss his way back up to your lips and make love to you real nice. He doesn’t open up about what happened to him but he makes damn sure you know that he loves you. 

Jason Todd

- softer moments, holding your hips and watching you while you ride him, letting himself come undone and be vulnerable with you

Those adrenaline drunk nights with Jason are never the problem. You’re used to them, you can handle them. The problem is the nights where he’s quiet, where he’s vacant. 

He’s softer with you on these nights. His calloused hands treat you like you’re the most delicate thing in the world. He has you on top but he does most of the work—guiding you up and down his cock and groaning at what a good job you’re doing. 

He lets an ‘I love you’ slip in the moment and you swallow it with a kiss, mumbling your own reciprocation against him. 

These are the nights he forgets the condom, where he relies on the pill and sheer luck. These are the nights where he buries himself deep inside you and comes undone, filling you up. 

He’ll keep going until there’s fresh air in his lungs and the words finally find their way to his tongue. And all of that breath and all of those words are to be spent on you. 

Tim Drake 

- rougher sex, letting himself lose his carefully kept control, edging you until he can't resist anymore

Tim is always organized, calculating. So on nights where he loses control, he really loses it. 

He’s rougher, more dominating, using your body however you’ll let him. He’ll use your mouth, thrusting his cock down your throat until you feel raw. 

Drool leaks down your face, making your lips all plump and shiny. If he’s feeling extra feral, he’ll give you a slap across the face with his cock and smear spit and precum across your cheeks. 

He’ll fuck you after that, feral but with just enough restraint to pull out before you finish. He can only stand to edge you for so long before he’s coming back to himself, desperate for your walls to clench and gush around him.

He finishes with you and only then does he feel okay again. He strokes your head and kisses your collarbones before ordering in your favorite takeout. 

Wally West

 - fucking you into the mattress, his chest pressed tight against your back, holding you like he’s never letting go

Wally comes home shaking, pupils blown with adrenaline. His arms are around you before you can react, body pressed to yours. 

“Need to use you,” he whines. “Please let me use you.”

It’s not long before he has you pinned against the mattress, pressing your face into the pillow while he pounds into you. His breath is heavy with adrenaline and need, his hips snapping against your ass so fast it feels like he’s using super speed. 

You’ve lost track of how long he’s been fucking you, all you know is that you absolutely ache from how hard he’s fucking your pussy. He strokes the sweat away from your face but that’s about the only kindness he offers. 

In an hour from now, he’ll almost feel bad. He’ll kiss your feverish skin and bring you water and cuddle you close while he talks about what made him so feral tonight. 

But for now, he’s fucking you like he’s damned and his only salvation is you. 

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you and jason are at some party and yet, despite how much jason might hate them, he loves what you’re wearing. so much so, he couldn’t bear other people's eyes seeing what was his.

you’re all over him, grinding against him with no care for who is watching, whispering against his jaw about how desperate you are for him to just take you then and there. it might’ve been what you had to drink, or maybe you just love seeing how much he can take before he snaps.

either way, you’re unable to bite back the excited giggle as he takes a hold of your hand and guides you towards the bathroom. the door slams behind him and you stumble into the sink, watching his chest rise and fall with each bated breath. 

“jay,” you whisper, stepping forward and sliding your hands down his chest and over his abdomen.

“don’t,” he tenses, jaw clenching.

“don’t what?” you tilt your head, lips ghosting against his neck. “hmm? you’re so tense.”

jason exhales through his nose, cursing under his breath before pressing you against the wall. his big hands grip your waist, chest pressed against yours as his lips attack your neck. he groans against your skin, licking, nipping and sucking at whatever his lips could reach.

then, without warning, he pulls back and spins you around. your hands brace against the wall as he scrunches your dress up around your waist. his cock throbs at the sight of your skimpy underwear, the fabric soaked through and clinging to your folds. 

he presses his fingers against the ruined lace, sliding up and down and applying just the tiniest pressure over your clit—making your hips jolt. you roll your hips into his hand, aching for his touch, his mouth, his cock, anything.

he chuckles lowly, hooking a finger into the band of your panties and dragging them to the side to expose your dripping cunt. he watches hungrily, absolutely captivated as you flutter and clench around nothing—your folds glistening with need.

you tremble against him as he wraps an arm around your waist and slides his fingers between your folds, lightly circling your clit. the moan you let out is lewd and desperate as you roll your hips again, seeking more, seeking him.

“jay, please,” you whine breathlessly. 

his cock twitches painfully, aching to be buried deep inside you. it strains against his jeans, the damp fabric sticking to him uncomfortably. his whole body feels alight, his breath warm against your shoulder as his control hangs by a thread.

you shudder as he slides a finger inside you, your cunt sucking him in and coating the digit. your head falls against the wall as he keeps the pace slow, thrusting his finger in and out with steady precision. 

he adds a second finger, stretching you a little and feeling you clench around him. your slick drips down to his palm as he drags his fingers out almost all the way before plunging them back inside.

you feel each knuckle as he sinks them deep inside, your cunt squelching sinfully as he curls his fingers just right. it's tantalising, you want more, you crave more, you need more, yet jason isn’t giving it to you. you push back against his hand, thighs shaking, only for his fingers to slip out entirely. 

groaning frustratedly, you go to turn your head around but jason gently presses his hand to the side of your face, keeping it against the wall. you go to protest but hear the sound of his belt being undone.

your heart pounds as the zip of his jeans sound throughout the bathroom. you don’t dare move, or even breathe. you hear his jeans hit the floor and it’s not long before jason brushes the hot head of his cock between your folds. 

you whimper as he coats himself in your arousal, the swollen head bumping against your clit with each slide. his precum mixes with the mess between your thighs, the sound so sinful it has jason biting back a groan.

the sound of fabric tearing has you confused until you see your underwear thrown on the floor beside you. a wave of pleasure courses through you and you’re unable to stop the tiny whine that escapes your lips. 

your voice is broken and breathless as you plead and beg for him to give you what you wanted. your words slur together as you moan his name, the thick head of his cock teasing your entrance. 

finally, jason pushes inside. the stretch is instant, the searing burn has your lips parting and a gasp tumbling free from your throat. he’s just too big. you don’t think you’ll ever get used to his size—no matter how many times the two of you fuck.

your cunt flutters around him, trying to adjust to the stretch as jason forces you to take all of him. he buries himself to the hilt, bottoming out with a harsh grind of his hips. his hands settle on your hips, fingers digging into your skin.

he sets a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping forward with a force that makes your knees threaten to buckle beneath you. but jason doesn’t let you fall. he keeps a firm grip on your hips—possessive almost—as he forces you to take every brutal snap of his hips.

every stroke of his cock is so deep it feels like he’s in your throat. you clench around him, and his rhythm stutters for a second before he drives into you harder and faster. you’re losing your mind—you don’t even think you could recall your own name right now.

the two of you are barely holding on—your orgasms fast approaching. you’re soaked beyond comprehension, your slick dripping down your thighs and onto his balls. and as for jason, his last thread of control snapped ages ago. 

“fuck, sweetheart,” jason pants, his head tipping back. “taking me so—fuck—taking me so well…”

his words are all you need before your orgasm crashes through you. it steals the air from your lungs and makes your vision go white. your cunt pulses around him, so tight he can barely move.

the after shocks makes your body jerk and jason feels every ripple, every shudder and every weak tremor you produce. but he doesn’t stop.

“s’good,” he groans, fucking you through your orgasm. 

you whimper, his cock is too much. you can barely breathe from how he’s still fucking you hard and deep—every thrust sending you closer and closer to the edge once again. your moans turn into desperate, high-pitched whimpers but jason doesn’t slow down. if anything, he fucks you harder—if that was even possible. 

he’s close—so fucking close—he can feel it, the tight pull in his gut, his rhythm breaking. his body jerks as he thrusts deep, his hips snapping forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he reaches his orgasm. 

“f-fuck, doll,” he chokes out, attaching his lips to your neck.

hot ropes of cum spill deep within your cunt, filling you completely. so much so, it seeps out around his cock—thick, filthy strings leak down your thighs and mix with the mess he made of you.

the feeling undoes you—the second you feel him release inside you, you shatter. another orgasm tears through your body causing you to sob, your whole body tensing and back arching in pleasure. 

your cunt squeezes around him, sucking every last drop and milking him for all he's got. he groans, hips jerking and cock throbbing as he spits more cum inside you—stuffing you full. even as he trembles, he keeps moving. 

each deep, slow, languid stroke leaves you breathless, until you’re both shaking, until neither of you can take it anymore. jason stills, his cock still buried deep inside you, his body pressed against your back, lips parted as he tries to catch his breath. 

“yo!” you hear someone shout from the other side of the door. “you two done fucking yet?”

“Mm. Free souvenir.” His breath hitches in a lazy laugh.

You nudge his shoulder. “Jason.”

“Shh,” he mumbles, nudging his nose deeper into your neck like a cat burrowing for warmth. “I’m recharging.”

You roll your eyes, but your hand finds the back of his head on instinct, fingers threading through the short, thick hair there. He goes boneless in a second flat. Touch-starved menace. Every time.

“You tease like that,” he says quietly, “and I’m still not moving.”

“Didn’t think you would,” you admit, softening despite yourself.

His thumb rubs slow circles into your hip, absent-minded, like he’s grounding himself.

“You make it feel like coming home,” he mutters, so quiet you almost miss it.

He’s impossible—an armored tank of a man who turns into a warm, needy heap the second the door clicks shut. And he’s unbothered by every jab you try to throw at him, because he’s soaking up your presence like he’s been wandering in the desert.

He shifts just enough to kiss your collarbone, lazy and unhurried. “Keep talking,” he says. “Anything. Your voice makes the day hurt less.”

The room stays still, the kind of stillness that feels earned rather than empty, and Jason’s breathing slowly evens out as he sinks deeper against you. All that weight, all that stubborn affection, settling in like he belongs there.

Jason appeared in the hallway, hair dripping, but already wearing sweatpants. “You started it without me? I told ya I wanted to watch the opening too—”

He stopped mid-sentence, falling silent, his mouth parting in shock—maybe at the scene? At your calmness with the intruder? Or at the intruder’s sheer audacity?

“Just what I needed,” Jason growled, voice sharp with irritation. “Why the hell are you in my apartment?”

Damian didn’t answer immediately. Instead, chewing calmly. He simply shrugged—after all, how was he supposed to explain that he had only come to check if he was still alive? It had been a whole month since he last saw him. But he wasn’t worried!

“That’s mine—Damian, you should be at home. Your home.” Jason sighed, running a hand down his face. “Get off my couch. And stop eating my food.”

Damian ignored him completely. He leaned further back into the cushions, posture relaxed in a way that made Jason’s eye twitch. Then his gaze shifted slowly toward Jason.

“You look… fuller. Softer,” the younger one commented, his gaze drifting briefly toward you, who watched the argument in silence, before quickly returning to his brother.

Damian tilted his head to the side, as if evaluating a painting.

“Have you reduced your training frequency,” he continued, his voice strangely neutral, not teasing, just observational, “or simply increased your intake of nutritionally void food?”

“Did you just call me fat?”

“…No,” he replied, but then paused to think for a few seconds. “Did I? I merely commented on your body fat—“

Jason crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow.

“…Whatever,” he continued, tone quieter now, more thoughtful than before. “You no longer smell like cheap takeout grease and smoke. That is an improvement.”

“…That would be because he finally eats real food now,” you cut in, smiling, proud of your contribution to your boyfriend’s health.

Jason shot you a look over his shoulder, a little wounded that you had indirectly agreed with the little demon.

Damian reached out to grab more popcorn, but Jason slapped his hand away.

“Stop. Eating. My. Food. Okay. Great. Family bonding moment over.” Jason clapped his hands once, sharp and final. “You’ve seen me. Now out. Door. Window. Vent. I don’t care. Pick one.”

Damian’s attention snapped back to you, still ignoring his brother. He straightened slightly where he sat, gaze narrowing with renewed interest.

“You prepare the food?” he asked.

You nodded once. “Most of it.” You smiled. “Do you want to try the dessert?”

“…Dessert?” he repeated.

“I made chocolate cake,” you added casually. “With ganache.”

Damian’s eyes narrowed again. “…Homemade?” he asked.

“Yes.”

You disappeared into the kitchen before your boyfriend could protest.

Jason took a deep breath and dropped onto the couch, far too tired to argue any further. When the younger one opened his mouth to speak, he cut him off immediately.

“Not one more question,” Jason muttered. “Eat in silence.”

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"Pretty baby..." he murmurs to himself, gently moving the hair out of your eyes so he can see your adorable face. "Of course you'd be sleeping, hm?"

Then, oh so slowly, your eyes begin to blink open. Dick's heart aches with love at how sweet you look—all soft, pliant, eyes blinking innocently and blearily. He reaches a thumb up to softly wipe the little crusts from the corners of your eyes.

"Mmm...Dickie?" you frown drowsily, fists rubbing your eyes awake—fuck, Dick thinks. You're so adorable.

He smiles warmly. "Hi, love." His hand continues to stroke your hair back as you come to your surroundings. "Did you forget something?"

"...I don't think so," you mumble, leaning forward so your forehead rests against his warm, hard chest.

"Hmm," he hums, holding you close to his body. "What about a movie night with a certain special boy?"

He watches in real time as your eyes widen and your face falls. You look at Dick guiltily. "Oh, baby, I'm sorry! Oh, god, what time is it?" you panic, searching through the cushions for your phone.

"Honey, honey," he reaches gently for your wrist, chuckling. "It's okay, its still only 9:00. Are you sure you're up for movies, or do you wanna just shower and head to bed?"

You frown guiltily at your boyfriend. "But you spent money on food..."

"And we can eat it tomorrow," he assures you. "C'mon, my darling, let's go shower."

He scoops you up bridal-style, carrying you to the bathroom and turning on the shower with one arm.

Safe to say you end the night lathered in yummy-smelling lotion and enveloped in your favorite PJ set, Dick's arms holding you securely against his chest. Props to him for scrubbing down your body in the shower, drying and dressing you afterwards, and picking your favorite lotion out of many and rubbing it all over your body—anything to make his sleepy girl comfy.

jason todd:

To be fair, Jason shouldn't have rushed to your apartment and used the spare key you gave him to "break in." But in his defense, what else does a loving boyfriend do when he's called his girl 8 times, texted her 25 times, and left 3 voicemails without answer?

"Doll?" he calls out softly as the door clicks shut behind him. He looks around; all the curtains and blinds are shut, the thermostat is turned down—is anyone else chilly?—and all the lights are off.

"Jesus, baby, it's fucking cold," he mutters to himself, finding your thermostat and turning it up a bit. "Where are ya, hm?"

He spends the next few minutes searching for his baby, and finally, once he lets the bedroom door creak open, he finds you.

"Jay?" you call out groggily, hair a tangled mess, eyes puffy, lips swollen from slumber. "What're you doin'? Your boots are so loud—and you're dragging dirt all over my floors!"

He chuckles softly at your whining, raising his hands in surrender as he toes off his big combat boots, strolling (quietly) over to you in the bed. "What're you doing, baby doll?" he murmurs gently, sitting on the edge of the bed. Immediately your fingers seek out his, curling around his hand to interlock them.

You nuzzle into his big shoulder. Jason's big hand comes up to wipe a bit of dried drool off your face. "What do you mean, what am I doing?" you grumble against him. "I'm sleepin'."

"You're always sleeping," he teases, poking your cheek. He reaches for the brush in your nightstand drawer, turning your head away so he can begin detangling the messy locks.

You harumph, crossing your arms over your chest. "So what? You knew what you were signing up for. I only woke up because I felt my phone buzzing like the world was ending! And because your stupid boots are so loud!–"

"Yes, ma, I get it. You hate my boots. Now, hush, I'm trying to brush all this out."

You let him tend to your hair, calming down a bit once the crankiness from being woken up wears off.

"There," he murmurs, setting the brush down. His hands massage your shoulders gently, kissing the left one and moving his lips up your neck to your jaw.

You melt back against him. "I'm still sleepy...join me?"

"Of course, doll, anything for you," he whispers in your ear, kissing your lips softly before laying you both down. He removes his shirt, tucking you against his bare chest and tugging the duvet up over you. "Rest, my love."

bruce wayne:

"Damian, where's your mother?" Bruce asks the young boy. It's taken him forever to find his son, only for him to be outside with Bat-Cow.

Damian's eyes soften at the mention of his mother. "I've got no idea, father."

Bruce sighs in exasperation, pinching the bridge of his nose. "That woman," he grumbles, going back inside.

"Grayson, where's my wife?" he asks Dick, who's sat the dining table alone, munching (rather loudly) on an apple.

Dick shrugs. "No idea, B. Last I saw her, she was with Jay upstairs. But Jay's out with Roy now, so I dunno."

"Jesus, none of my kids are useful," Bruce sighs, moving onto Tim and ignoring Dick's annoyed Hey!

"Where's mother?" Tim asks Bruce before he can ask.

"I...I was just about to ask you the same thing."

"Well, I think I finally got a lead on my case and want to talk to her about it."

"I can check it out."

"Well, it's me and her case, B. So I want her input."

Bruce groans. "Where is this woman?"

The last place Bruce checks is your shared bedroom, and he realizes suddenly that he should've checked here first. He knows his wife is a big napper...a big one.

"Oh, darling," he sighs, suddenly all gooey and tender as he approaches the big bed. All of the curtains have been shut, making the room entirely dark save for the light from the hallway. Your starfished in the middle of the bed, your eye mask pulled firmly on, blankets and pillows askew.

He stands by the bed for a moment, admiring your beautiful sleeping face, your soft body... After a bit he decides to crawl in beside you. Removing his shirt and socks, he lifts the blanket and slides in in only his pants.

You stir slightly at the feel of someone's big, beefy arms around your waist. And it could only be one person... "Bruce?"

"Hi, honey," he whispers, shushing you. "Shhh...go back to sleep."

You yawn, turning around in his arms to face him. "How long have I been out?"

"No idea, dear. I've been looking all over the manor for you."

You groan, lifting your eye mask off. "Oh, goodness, I wasn't supposed to sleep this long...oh! I was supposed to help Timmy with out case–"

"Stay. He says he's got a lead—he'll be fine. Let me hold you."

Happily, you tuck your head into Bruce's thick neck, sighing contentedly. "Oh, baby, I love you."

"I love you, too, my wife," he kisses your forehead with a tenderness nobody would expect from Batman. "Now rest."

damian wayne:

"She ditched us, Titus," Damian murmurs down to the Great Dane beside him. "Can you believe it?"

He pets the animal's head before standing, brushing the grass off his pants and making his way inside. He's instantly greeted by the sounds of Dick's giggles echoing through the manor, and Jason's annoyed grumbles.

"Dick, man, you're so odd," Jason groans, standing beside his elder brother, unimpressed. "Get your camera outta the poor girl's face—Dames's gonna kill you."

Dick scoffs, continuing to take pictures of your sleeping form from very unflattering angles. "He won't kill me. She's been a family friend of ours for lord knows how long. She's my friend, too!"

"What the hell are you doing to my girlfriend?" Damian scowls as he enters the sitting room. His sharp eyes soften minutely as they zero in on you. There you are, curled into a little ball in the armchair, buried in one of his t-shirts, a bit of drool dribbling from your lips.

The sudden tension in Dick's shoulders is palpable. "Hey, Dami," Dick murmurs sheepishly, quickly pocketing his phone. "You see, I was just showing her a funny TikTok I saw–"

"How? She is sleeping."

Jason snorts, glancing up at Damian. "He was taking photos of her."

Damian glares. "Why?"

"Cus it was funny, man!" Dick defends. "C'mon, she would've laughed! I'm gonna send them to her and watch, she'll crack up."

He rolls his eyes, not wasting any more of his precious attention on his brother. He moves, approaching your limp form and kneeling onto the carpet in front of you.

"Beloved?" he whispers, a hand coming up to cradle your soft cheek.

Immediately your body registers your boyfriend's touch, your head nudging into his palm like a lousy kitten. "Morning, Dami..."

"It is 5 in the afternoon, Habibi. Not morning."

"Oh." You peel open one eye, smiling when you see your sweet boy. "Well, hello anyways."

"Hello to you, too, sweetheart," he murmurs. "You are drooling."

You blush. "Where?" Your hands come up, feeling over your face for it.

"Do not fret, Habibi. I've got it." With a gentleness both Jason and Dick would not have expected from their youngest sibling, Damian lifts a wet thumb to your cheek, wiping away the dried spit that previously occupied the space. "There. My baby is all clean."

" 'My baby'?" Dick laughs, doubling over and clutching his torso as if this is the funniest spectacle. "My god, Dames, where has this side of you been hiding?"

He glares. "I have done nothing to make you laugh as hard as you are, Grayson," he snips, looking to Jason for support. Jason, however, is also stifling a laugh.

As if it couldn't get any worse, Damian then hears a small little giggle from the lovely lady behind him. His head whips around to face you. "You are a traitor."

"Dami, baby!" You giggle, smiling at the adorable little pout on his face. "You're just silly, is all. No need to get so defensive." You reach a hand up, brushing his dark locks out of his eyes.

He softens at the mere feel of your touch. In fact, a small smile tugs at his lips. "So sweet, beloved. Is it because you are sleepy?"

"I'm sleepy," you say, leaning closer. Your lips hover over his, your words whispered into his mouth. "And I'm craving one of my boyfriend's famous soufflés."

Damian frowns. "A soufflé? At this hour?" At your nod, he lets up. "Alright, Habibi. If my darling wants a breakfast for dinner, I suppose I can oblige."

You press a sweet kiss to his awaiting lips. "Yay! Thank you, Dami. You're so kind to me. Can I have bacon and cheese in it, please?"

"Very well, beloved," he murmurs. He begins to stand up, pressing a final kiss to your hairline as his hand smooths over the soft locks. "I love you."

"I love you too, honey."

Glaring daggers at his brothers and ignoring their teasing comments, Damian walks himself to the kitchen. He can hear Jason and Dick following, pestering him with mocking questions, though the lazy throw of his pocket knife juuust past their heads and into the wall shuts them up rather quickly.

tim drake:

Tim had gathered that you'd fallen asleep simply by checking the activity on your phone. Don't ask him why he's able to do that...

Quietly, he slips into your apartment through the window, tip-toeing his way to your bedroom. The door is wide open and he's immediately met with the sight of his lovely girl snuggling her teddy bear to sleep.

"Sweetheart..." he coos softly, removing his shoes and approaching the bed. "Hey."

He nudges your shoulder softly with his hand, making you finally stir. You gasp softly when you see a bleary figure standing in front of you. But simply by the shape of the human and the way it stands, you immediately gather that it's your boyfriend.

"Oh. Hi, Timmy."

"I told you to stop calling me that, but hi."

You smile, tossing the limp teddy over your shoulder and replacing it with Tim's torso. "Mmm... how'd you find me?"

"Your location," he lies. "Just didn't expect you to be asleep."

You only hum, rubbing your cheek against Tim's hard abs through his shirt. "Did you come to snuggle?" you coo, rubbing your eyes awake.

"You know it, baby," he replies. "Now let me in."

You pull the blanket up, expecting him to simply lay beside you. But of course, he's Tim Drake. Why would he do that?

Instead he barrels into you, sprawling himself out on top of you. He lifts your his t-shirt up and snuggles under it, resting against your bare skin.

Ahh...much better," he sighs contentedly, head nestled between your breasts. You feel him take a deep inhale, making you giggle.

"Tim!" You squeal, "what're you doing under there?”

"Needed to be close to you," he mumbles.

"Oh, baby," you chuckle softly, a hand coming up to play with whatever dark hair is peeking through the neckline of your his shirt. "You comfy?”

"So comfy." His words are muffled against your skin. You feel wet kisses begin to accumulate in the valley of your breasts. "Call me a good boy."

"Well, are you a good boy?”

He peeks through your neckhole, scowling. "Yes. I came to check up on my girl when I noticed she wasn't active on her device."

"Hm. So you did hack me?" you catch, smirking at him.

"I-...fine, yes. I did. I'm sorry for lying, mommy," he mutters.

"It's alright, sweet boy. You're mommy's good boy."

If Tim Drake had a tail, it'd be wagging. "Hell yes I am," he agrees enthusiastically. "Night, love you."

"Love you, too, needy boy."