firefighter!jason todd trying his hardest to impress you.

you just wanted a tour of the firetruck, but now you're wedged between a wall and a man who's trying so desperately to keep you from getting your skin pressure washed off. not that you were complaining, of course. who would with biceps that big and smile so sweet that it could melt your heart? you feel almost giddy beneath him. "so... you protect people often from the hose?" you ask, an awkward trill in your voice as you attempt small talk. "no, actually. it's usually just the fires." he flinches at the noise of a cap popping, probably to do with the truck not having been secured beforehand.

apparently, his 'buddies' thought it would be cute to play a prank on him now, of all times. "sorry about all of this," he manages with regret, slowly pushing you both towards the fire station door, "especially when you came all dolled up." you tilt your head to the side as he opens the door for you, peeking your head around corners and taking mental notes of the place.

"doesn't that hurt?" you point at jason's shirt, soaked and sticking to his skin, with the pressure wash line still marking its diagonal shape across the expanse of his back. he laughs and shakes his head no, silently holding back tears over the raging burn his colleagues had caused on his muscles. "nothing a little icy hot can't fix."

he guides you through the station offices, hand placed respectfully on the curve of your back. "this place isn't as impressive as you think," he chides, holding up a travel safety toolkit. it's nothing too small, but still definitely comfortable enough to carry around if you bring a big enough bag. "anyway, this should be yours now. courtesy of the gotham fire department -- got everything you need in here."

his finger points at each tool listed along the back of the plastic box, blabbering on about their uses and whatnot. surprisingly, jason gives you a personal demonstration on how to open and close the small water pocket inside the kit. it's bigger than expected, rolled tight in the box to appear only a small cylindrical shape. "is that really useful? like, apart from forest fire stuff?" you ask, glancing down at his hands as they hold the object.

"it'll help put out small fires that haven't begun to spread," he explains, flexing his bicep as he holds the water pocket up, "you know what they say: only you can prevent wildfires." he's grinning from ear to ear as he says it, dashing and perfect, slightly too confident in the way he says it. "isn't that smokey the bear?" you smile, tilting your head to the side. he gulps. "oh, uh, yeah. oops."

is he showing off too obviously? he can't tell, but the way you're looking at him has his stomach doing flips. a giggle escapes between your lips at the reddening in his cheeks, and his eyes widen at the sound of such lightheartedness in your voice. was he already whipped with some civilian that came just to learn about the fire truck? yes. would he ever let himself live it down? hell no. he wasn't a love-at-first-sight guy, yet you made him stutter and feel like he owed you a show -- or, at least, a good view of the fire station 'goods'... aka him.

a clearing of throat snaps him out of zoning out, head turned to the sight. shit. it was his boss. "i, uh, i have to go, but let me write my number down in case you have any other questions." he reaches for the nearest piece of paper and pen, ripping a small piece, writing on it like his life depended on giving you his number. "call me if you ever need anything." he pats your shoulder with a thumbs-up, walking you out of the office.

"oh, and... don't hesitate to call 911 if there's a fire. kinda mandatory to say that after orientation."

jason todd loves bulking season. so much so its basically just a year round thing for him. partly due to his nighttime job. partly because he loves the way you look at him when he bulks up.

his muscles get thicker as his figure fills out more, scarred skin slightly taught and his v-line blends into his stomach. his hands are large, splaying over the small of your back when he grabs a cup from the cabinet.

the fabric of his shirt stretches at his shoulders and biceps, lifting at the stomach to reveal the thick hairs of his happy trail.

he’s naturally warmer too.

jason sleeps in his boxers and drapes himself over you. his warmth seeps into your skin as he murmurs sleepy nonsense in your ear.

it’s distractingly attractive. he scratches his soft abs in the morning when your brushing your teeth, the subtlest smirk sitting on his lips when you eye his body in the mirror.

he comes home late one night to you still up. your working on your laptop, listening to the sound of him climbing into the apartment before locking it.

his heavy boots thud through the apartment and the bedroom door is pushed open. you glance up for the briefest moment. and he’s standing there, kevlar armor stretched over his muscles, helmet in a gloveless hand with his glove pinched between his teeth. there’s a few scrapes and bruises on his face. his black hair sticks to his forehead, the white streak almost completely hidden.

and he grins.

like he didn’t just come back from patrol in one of the most distracting ways he could. jason tosses his glove in his duffel back along with his helmet, stripping out of his armor until he’s in his boxers and crawling across the bed.

he smells like sandalwood, leather and iron, sweat clings to his skin as he moves your laptop out of the way, kissing you senseless with the night’s adrenaline still fresh on his skin.

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Context: Costumes I believe batboys and their partners would wear!

Tags: Batboys (seperate) x fem! reader, tooth rotting fluff

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Meg & Hercules. You give him the idea when you two were watching old disney movies. It came in passing really you simply just commented.

"Dickie. You kinda look like Hercules is had black hair."

"Wait, Baby you are so right that should be our Halloween costume this year.

And that's how it was born. You two spent hours comparing prices on costume pieces, and which would look good on you guys in general. That's how you ended up with Dick attempting you put a corset on you.

"Dick it's too tight!" You groaned as he tightened it a bit more.

"Babe I got it just hold on!" Dick responded.

The end result was great. You two looked good during the costume gala Bruce forced you two to go. The media had a field day with Dick wearing a skirt.

𝒥𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝒯𝑜𝒹𝒹

Christine Daae and The Phantom of the Opera. Tbh I think Jason would really like that movie since he has tendencies to like gothic literature and in general classic literature. He most likely read the book before watching the movie.

Has a deep sentiment to the movie because Bruce caught him reading the book once and bought the movie on DVD to be able to watch with him. He really liked the movie.

You two ended up watching it together recently and he asked if you were willing to dress up with him, you agreed of course. He thought it was kinda ironic too because to a certain point he WAS a ghost.

𝒯𝒾𝓂 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝓀𝑒

Johnny & Mavis. Tim thinks the movie fits your dynamic so he chose that costume. He prob had a tiny crush on Mavis as a kid and is also partially why. During halloween you took Damian trick or treating along with YJ as Jon tagged along.

Safe to say it was chaotic with Damian being upset because Alfred put on this 'ridiculous' vampire costume. He was secretly enjoying it though. Jon dressed up as a ghost that year and Kon was in the middle of trying to keep Jon away from eating TOO much candy before Clark had to deal with a floating hyper active Jon later.

After the night you two decided to hit the nearest 7/11 to take those iconic pictures as Kon and YJ photo bombed you guys making faces in the background and an grumpy Damian with two fangs sticking out his lips. That photo entered the Wayne photobook, later being framed on Tim's desk when he missed you.

𝒟𝓊𝓀𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓈

Wybie & Coraline. You two thought it would be cute for a Halloween party. The whole night you guys were holding hands. You two went to that party with Cass and Steph. So you all spent the night huddled up in a corner drinking some soda (Bruce would kill you). So instead since they got the night off and you got time with your boyfriend, you all decided to have some fun without the use of substances.

Instead of doing what teenagers usually do at parties, you all went out early and scared some local offenders for fun. Not like Bruce could say anything about it since you all were technically serving the community, didn’t make it any less funny though seeing their scared faces.

Steph ended up posting some pictures of your night. One of said pictures was on of you and Duke kissing with the caption being “ew”. You and Duke went trunk or treating too so you ended up collecting quite a bit of candy Alfred confiscated because he didn’t want to deal with hyper active teenagers high on candy.

𝒟𝒶𝓂𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝒲𝒶𝓎𝓃𝑒

Morticia & Gomez Addams. He believes Gomez is one of the most romantic men out there. Damian loves you in a silent devotional way that resembles Gomez so I think it's fitting. Especially with his style when he’s out during formal events. He’s old money and it shows.

He loves you a lot very much reminiscent of how Gomez is with Morticia. His family often teases him but he doesn’t care. He’s changed a lot thought out the past years and it shows. His rugged attitude has changed. Damian is a delicate man at heart.

So when you requested this to him he did not hesitate and sat down to watch the movies with you and enjoyed them. He really liked Addams Family, Family Values. He found the scene Thanksgiving scene entertaining. Damian found it as a protest to an injustice and agreed.

You and Jason Todd decide to try a little roleplay to keep things interesting. It lasts approximately four minutes..

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The idea had been yours.

“We should try roleplay,” you had said one night, half-joking, while the two of you were tangled on the couch. Jason had raised an eyebrow over the rim of his beer, the scar through his brow catching the low light.

“Roleplay.”

“Yeah. Like… scenarios. Costumes optional. Just something different.”

He had considered it for a long moment, then shrugged with that crooked almost-smile that always meant trouble. “Alright. I’m game. But if it gets weird I’m blaming you.”

That was how you ended up here — three days later, standing in the middle of your bedroom in a deliberately chosen outfit that felt equal parts ridiculous and hot, trying very hard to stay in character while Jason leaned against the doorframe looking like every bad decision you’d ever wanted to make.

The scenario was simple. You were the civilian who had somehow ended up in Red Hood’s safehouse. He was supposed to be the dangerous anti-hero deciding whether you were a threat or a distraction. There had even been a vague script. Jason had drawn the line at actual helmets indoors, but he was wearing the leather jacket and the red bat on his chest, and the domino mask was pushed up into his hair like he’d forgotten it was there.

It should have worked.

It lasted less than five minutes.

JASON TODD loves going for a ride in his motorbike at eight pm. That’s the exact time you get off work and drive back home. 

He drives around Gotham’s streets until he finds your car. Good thing about Jason is that he doesn’t care about speed limits, and very well knows that the people in charge of controlling Gotham’s traffic don’t give a flying fuck about someone going faster than usual. So he sprints until he’s parked next to you in a red light.

Something exasperating about Gotham is that the city’s traffic lights take forever. It’s horrible for someone who’s in a rush and needs to get somewhere on time. It’s horrible for you, whose only desire is to get back home after a hard day at work. However, it’s wonderful for Jason, because he uses this minute and a half to flirt with his favourite girl. 

You hear his knuckles knocking on your window and you can’t help but smile. If you didn’t know who he was you would be pissed or scared, because it is not the first time he does this, he does it almost every day; but Jason is your long time boyfriend and he loves to flirt with you as if you weren’t dating at all.

So you roll down your window.

“Where are you heading, doll?” You hear him asking with a flirtatious voice, soaking every word in his thick accent. You can’t see it, but you already know he's grinning under his helmet. He enjoys this too much, and it lights up your mood, you can’t lie.

“I’m going home, my boyfriend is waiting for me with a delicious home cooked meal ready,” you follow his game, using the same teasing voice as him. 

“Oh, so you have a boyfriend. Of course a pretty girl like you is taken,” he fakes disappointment. He turns his head from looking at you to the traffic light, just to see how much time he has left.

Forty seconds. Enough.

“You know, I bet your boyfriend can’t handle someone like you,” He grins, his eyes focus on you again.

“What do you mean by that?” You ask, curious of what he has to say, faking a dramatic offended reaction.

“I mean that, whoever the loser you’re dating is, he can’t handle someone as sexy as you.”

“Well, I’ll let you know that my boyfriend is very handsome and very strong, and he very much can handle someone like me, thank you,” you answer with a proud smile, and Jason’s smirk turns into a boyish grin. 

“I don’t believe you,” he keeps pushing. “Does he have a big dick?”

“Oh my god, Jason!” you break character and start laughing. Your giggles are soft and you are covering your eyes with your right hand, while your left is still on the steering wheel. “I’m not answering that!”

“Why not? Are you afraid he might be offended?” Jason asks.

“No. Shut up.” You take a deep breath. “But I’ll let him know that an annoying guy has asked me that on my way home from work.”

He laughs at your attempt of looking annoyed, but your smile can’t seem to leave your face. 

And after a few seconds Jason talks. “Tell him he’s one lucky bastard. But if you ever get bored of him you can always call me,”

“Thanks for the offer, random guy,” you nod. Your smile is now permanent until the end of the night, and the same goes for Jason, who is now waiting for the traffic light to turn green. 

Jason flirting with you is part of your routine by now, and you love it. Like you also love getting back home from work and seeing Jason heating up the dinner he had cooked before leaving to go for a ride. And after dinner, you'll show him how amazing your boyfriend is and how well he can handle you.

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A/N: I know that I posted a Jason drabble yesterday, but I also wrote this one and since it's his birthday I had to post it.

dick grayson

The bathroom light flickered on, and the static noise filled the silence of the night, cool breeze making its way through the semi-opened window. You stared at your reflection in the mirror, puffy and sunken eyes from crying into Dick’s arms while his presence comforted you in more ways than he could ever imagine.

A sudden noise pulled you out of your thoughts as said man stumbled into the light while rubbing his closed eyes, prying them open as he tried to look at you and failing miserably. “Hey” he rasped out, “what’s going on? Let’s go back to sleep for a little while more, hmm?”, trying his best to coax you into healthy sleeping habits after the messy breakup with your horrible ex.

Your lack of response took him by surprise, always the one to have a quick retort to everything he said, and he let his chest fall softly on your back as his arms wrapped themselves around your waist. “Hmm, don’t shut me out, do you want me to slash his tires after patrol tomorrow?" Dick murmured against your neck. Humming to acknowledge his proposal, you splashed some cold water on your face, cool liquid bringing immense relief against the redness around your eyes, and you let yourself be carried away by him as he sat beside you half-awake on the couch, putting on a cheesy 90s rom com you knew by heart, just doing his best to bring you some sense of comfort.

jason todd

Jason’s voicemail was beeping when he arrived at his apartment, remembering how he had left the object in a hurry as he was late for a meeting. Pressing to hear the latest message from a few minutes ago, he began to remove his gear while your voice filled the room, bringing a small smile to his face.

Sniffle, “Jay”, muffled gasp and another sniffle, “is there any chance you could come pick me up at the location I sent you?”. His previous smile had been wiped off as he scrambled to get his motorbike keys, exiting quickly as he kept playing the message. “I just got dumped and I found out they had been cheating on me for two months” your crying worried him beyond comprehension, and he sped on his way until he saw you standing in a park bench, staring at nothing and everything at all.

“Hey” he breathed out as he stood in front of you. You looked up at him, red eyes and hands resting perfectly on top of your lap, and he fought the urge to go mess with the douchebag until you were safe and okay. “Let’s go, you’re staying at mine’s” he told you, not accepting a no for an answer, and knowing you trust him blindly, for now, the plan was to take care of you in any way, shape or form you might need; revenge comes later.

tim drake

“And that fucking bitch told me that they were with me just for fun and we weren’t even serious?” you cried into your popcorn bucket “what the actual fuck is their problem. What you two had going on was the actual polar opposite of casual, and now that piece of garbage that can’t even look at the mirror without breaking it from how disgusting they are say it was just for fun. Nah fuck that” Tim argued with his brows in such an angry expression.

“I don’t fuck with that, not one bit. Matter of fact,” he got up as he said that, picking up his laptop laying on the table in front of you “I’m changing every password they have. And then, we make a plan of action to make maximum damage; they’re going to have a horrible public reputation and that’s done.” He had already set up his display.

“Technically, I can start sending in pizzas to their apartment which will have multiple consequences. One, they won’t eat a vegetable if they get free pizza sent every day, which will lead to a minor vitamin deficit, just enough to make them feel utterly tired all the time. Two, we can send them in at weird times, like, middle of the night or 2 pm, messing with their perception of time and any sense of control. Third,” he kept going, trying everything to make sure you laugh at him and you’re not alone with your thoughts. Either way, he was your rock, always steady and by your side.

damian wayne

“You should have better standards” Damian grumbled as he rubbed your back gently, letting you rest your head in his chest while he tried his best to bring you some sense of comfort. A fish documentary playing on the background and his cat was right beside you, nudging you with her head and purring loudly to distract you.

“Wait here for a second” he suddenly shot up, making his way to somewhere in his apartment, leaving you with his furry pet that took the occasion to lick your face covered in tears, and now, in fur too. Damian appeared a few minutes later, the fragrant aroma of spices and citrus pulling you away from your thoughts. He lowered your favourite cup down to your eye level, settling it down in between your hands.

Sitting down right beside you, his own tea in his, he looked at you for a second before, sighing and pulling you back into his side, long arm sprawled over your shoulders. Relishing the feeling of his body warmth, you let yourself be engulfed in the feeling, noticing how he pressed a quick kiss to the side of your head before returning his attention to the deep-sea creatures on the big screen.

roy harper

“I’m fucking that bitch up” were the first words that left Roy’s mouth after you told him your situationship had broken things off because they got bored or some other bullshit excuse. Always one to stay true to their word, you had to physically restrain him to stop him from going to their house and doing god know what.

Placing your hands on his chest and forcing him back inside your apartment, you ended up pushing him inside, locking the door on your way back. “Sweetheart, if you think a locked door is going to stop me, a vigilante, mind you, I should definitely show off in front of you way more than I do, because that’s just a mild inconvenience and not a full stop to my plans” he continued as he went to the fire escape on the living room, already planning what he was going to do.

“Roy”, your usual louder and more confident tone completely erased “could you, uhm, could you give me a hug, please”, and in that moment, he dropped everything in his hands, anger replaced by worry, and went to where you stood, taking care of you for as long as you let him, didn’t matter if he had to stay with you for the night of for a whole week, he needed to make sure you were okay before moving on with his plan.

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the clock strikes midnight, but your burly boyfriend is fast asleep.

you want to be upset at the fact that your plan to bombard him with birthday kisses has backfired, but you really can't find it in yourself. not when soft breaths puff past his lips and kiss the delicate valley of your chest.

jason todd asking for permission every time he goes to kiss you.

jason todd holding you by the hips every single time he does anything near you.

jason todd waiting for you outside of work every afternoon in his restored 1969 ford mustang fastback in cherry red.

jason todd calling you his wife years before you even marry, because he said it once and now he can’t stop himself.

jason todd begging on his knees to be forgiven after every fight, regardless of whether he’s right or not.

jason todd who doesn’t take anyone’s shit talk — except yours, because he finds you funny.

jason todd who loves giving you massages after a stressful day. working your knots out helps him relax.

jason todd who did a stake-out outside of your place once when you were a teenager, and he won’t ever tell you he saw you smile when he texted you.

jason todd making you cookies because you told him you liked them once years ago and he still makes them the same — burnt on the outside and chewy on the inside.

jason todd only shares his earbuds with you. he has a playlist dedicated to you.

jason todd has a mixtape with your name on it he never gave you because he got too embarrassed as a teenager.

jason todd who calls you beautiful no matter how you look. he doesn’t care you’ve got snot coming out of your nose or blood in your mouth, he loves you regardless.

oh. my. god.

this except its jason... and like he's lowkey got such a jealousy problem sometimes. he knows you're fucking with his brothers; hell, he's walked in on you and roy at least twice, but he hates seeing the evidence of it. he kisses over where the rest of them leave marks, and he fucks you hard enough that they can hear you through the walls, so when you accidentally moan wally's name of all people, he almost sees red.

you barely have time to mutter out a dazed little "shit.. jay 'm sorry" before he has you flipped into his mattress, your face pressed firm into his sheets. "no... no more of that, shut up now." he pushes into you with one smooth thrust, ignoring the way you squeal and push at his hips "stop fucking pushin'.. you remember who's fucking you now?" you're almost crying, his tip bruising your cervix in a way that only he could. he tugs you up by your throat, holding you against his chest. "c'mon... tell me whose this is, doll... cause last time i checked... that loser doesn't get you this loud." he laughs when you shake your head; he doesn't even try to hide the sound as he pushes you back into the mattress "yeah. thought so, dont ever say some stupid shit like that again, baby... you're gonna remember this dick."

Jason Todd x fem!reader

MDNI summary: wrong send trend warnings: suggestive content, (arkham knight jason in mind), a bit silly, no y/n used, reader is NOT cheating a/n: i swear tiktok gives me new ideas every day, i can't keep up

It's been a long week— no, it's been a few long weeks for you. Coming back from grueling patrol where you had to discuss every possible plan with Jason, just to go back at night and start the whole thing again, made you more jumpy and irritated in the past few days. You didn't hate patrolling the city, or having to beat down several muggers every night, no. You mostly hated the way Jason always felt like the one who knew things better than you.

Every plan has to go his way, unless you have another 'hyper-intelligent' take, that he probably won't take in consideration after all. He only trusts your instinct on rare occasions, when the situation isn't as life threatening or serious as usual. He won't even trust your food choices whenever you order take out for mission planning! It's like he never trusts you, but needs a patrol partner anyway.

Then there's this guy that keeps texting you, trying to get to know you better, and being needy most of the time. Asking for pics, videos, audios— although you only ever sent the first two, without any sound on, leaving him greedy for more. You didn't mind the lust. The attention, the constant hunger from someone else. Unfortunately— or not, you can't decide yet— you kept texting a little over the weeks, exchanging some stuff and not being anything serious. Just to get some relief every now and then, even if it's just through text.

No one knows about this, and it would be weird if you told Jason any of this any way. Up until you accidentally switch your texts and send the wrong guy an explicit short video of your wet pussy getting rubbed sensually with your fingers.

You don't even realise before glancing back at your phone, blinking confused at the text beneath the video.

'I asked for intel, but this works, too' What? You still don't realise your mistake until the other guy's text appears above, asking what these photos of files mean, thinking it's a joke. Thank god he didn't read through the files... wait.

'Is this what you've been doing instead of research?' Jason messages again, making you panic and throw your phone back on your mattress. What a way to ruin your mood. And possibly lose all respect from your patrol partner.

Another moment of panicked silence passes by before you dare to pick up your phone again, checking to see if anyone else messaged you yet. Nothing has seemingly changed for now, and you settle on deleting the video from Jason' chat, before quickly writing a sorry excuse to the other guy and telling him you're busy right now.

Your hands are shaking. How could you possibly make such a mistake? Is it possible to be this tired to switch up texts like that? There isn't enough time to panic and be embarrassed, so you pick up your phone again to check on the chat with Jason. 'I asked for intel, but this works, too'

So, he isn't mad or freaked out? Is he flirting? Or just too tired to be mad and brushes it off? You can't tell, but before you can find something to say, another text pops up.

'Already deleted it?' 'What, too shy all of a sudden?'

'Wrong person, sorry.' You eventually answer back and stare at your screen, unable to control your racing heartbeat in your ribs. This is worse than any high stake mission.

'Oh, really?' Jason starts again, clearly teasing you now. 'Never held you for a person like that'

What does that mean now? Is he judging you? You ask him exactly that, waiting for him to elaborate. But he simply deflects, giving you and entirely different answer.

'Just open your window. Living room.'

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You always had a problem when it came to talking with your mouth open, a bad habit you can't seem to get rid of. It's like the moment you start eating, your brain thinks of something that's been bothering you or that you want to talk about, and so, well, you talk and you just can't seem to stop. And I guess that habit bothers your boyfriend too.

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"Thwe shouth gofth thwo thwat plawce on swouths Bhoulewvard fowr luwch" <we should go to that place on south Boulevard for lunch> You mumbled his thick and heavy length wrapped around your mouth.

Meanwhile, Jason wasn't having any of it. Sure, he thought it was cute when you had your fool and how silly you sounded when you tried to talk, but it's hard to think up a response when your mouth is half stretched around him.

"Ahh...hah t-the uhm...shit," he curses, trying to remember the place you were talking about. You guys had dinner at that place a bunch of times, but somehow right now his mind is just blanking.

"The...fuuuck Chinese place, right..."

You nodded your head with a "hmmm," sending vibrations down your dick. He practically chokes, grabbing on to your hair, eyes going low and feverish. Then you pulled off, drool mixed with spit and pre-cum dripping from your lips down to your shirt.

"Yeah, they were having this egg roll special, and I heard online that it was like yum-tastic," you breathed out. Your voice was all husky but so light with excitement.

" Oh, and the almond cookies—it's been ages since I had any," you continued your rambling about food as your soft hand stroked him up and down, watching his foreskin cover the tip of his cock.

"But then again, I have to finish eating you up, don't I?" You giggled, taking him back in your mouth, forcing him all the way down till he hit the back of your throat.

Jason tries to be gentle as he grips on to your hair. Most would think choking on your man's cock would stop all this yapping, but they are so very wrong. You keep talking about a whole lot of nothing while Jason is fighting for his life inside the tight and wet heat of your throat. You should be pulling up for air right now. What's wrong with this idiot, he thinks to himself, but well, he chose this idiot, didn't he?

"Baby, y-you know—ahhh...shit," he says, biting his bottom lip to get some of his words out. "That you shouldn't eat...with your goddamn mouth open."

‘never sleep with your best friend’s sibling.’ an unspoken yet ancient rule in a friendship. 

a rule that you broke. for weeks. with jason todd

hand to god, you tried. but god, it was hard when you would see him at the manor every day— shirtless, sweaty, and ripped after a workout session. it wasn't even just about his physique; it was the way he was exactly your type— and jason thought the same way about you.

“jesus, i missed you” he whispered on your lips, gripping your waist while you straddled him and letting out low, quiet moans that you swallowed as he laid back on the headboard. “wanted to steal you from dick again”

yes, you sneaked into jason’s room in the middle of the night. yes, it was right next door to dick’s bedroom. no, dick doesn’t know about the little... arrangement you and his brother had

panting on jason's mouth for more, your hands went under his shirt and slowly dragged your touch onto his abs. and that made a ridiculous moan leave jason and his cock under his pants get more hard than it already was. “shit—!"

you broke the kiss to clamp a hand over jason’s mouth, feeling his mouth pant under your palm to catch his breath after that life changing kiss. 

“dick’s right next door” you reminded him in a whisper before beginning to slowly rock your hips to jason’s clothed boner. “think you can be quiet for me?” jason rolled his green eyes to the back of his head with a breathless sigh muffled by your hand, his mind dizzy and body on fire with each slow, insatiable roll of your body

“i need an answer, jay”

he looked at you through half-lidded eyes and nodded quietly, the desire in his gaze growing stronger. and it made you do nothing but smile and take your palm off, replacing it with another kiss— messier and sloppier than the last one

“attaboy” you whispered on his lips, trailing your hands down to unbuckle his belt while jason sucked on your bottom lip to hold back his sounds, his hands now on your hips and pulling you closer than you ever were

and for the rest of the night, all you can do is hope to god dick doesn’t hear anything. because if he does, he’s killing both of you

first tumblr post and it couldnt come at a better time, happy (early) birthday jason <3

Clark barely closes the balcony doors before you grab the crest on his chest and pull him down for a kiss. You do not even let him take the suit off; he only opens it enough to pull his cock out, then lifts you around his waist and carries you towards the bedroom with him already buried inside you, his cape falling around both of you. When you tell him how much you love getting fucked by Superman, his face turns red and his hands squeeze your thighs.

“Baby, you cannot say things like that when I am trying to be gentle.”

Bruce keeps the cowl, gauntlets and armour on, opening the suit only where he needs to before bending you over the workbench. One gloved hand grips your hip while the other catches your jaw and keeps you looking into the white lenses, the hard armour at his hips knocking against your ass whenever he fucks you. Your body keeps slipping forwards over the bench, but Bruce drags you back onto his cock without giving you anywhere to go.

“You wanted Batman. Keep looking at him.”

Jason unloads every weapon and leaves them across the room, but the helmet, gloves and Arkham Knight armour stay on. He pulls you onto his lap and makes you take his cock with the dark visor fixed on you, his arm locking around your waist whenever your legs begin to shake. You moan Arkham Knight instead of Jason, and the rough groan that comes through the voice modulator makes your pussy clench around him.