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latest -> safety net & big ol’ freak
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Bucky Barnes
-> loathe isn’t strong enough ☆
ANGST. slowburn-ish. smut; hatefucking, crying during sex. betrayal. reader is morally grey. hurt!comfort. approx. 20k wc
-> wanna play a game? ☆
ghostface!bucky. fearplay. horror themes.
-> solo mission
angst, reader!hurt, hurt!nocomfort
-> winter widow / p2 / p3 ☆
what if you were the one who fell?
reader!winter(soldier)widow, angst, violence, mention of torture, flashbacks, yearning.
-> “i didn’t have anywhere else to go”
reader!hurt, enemies to lovers, angst but also fluff
-> tell me again in the morning
fluff, reader!drunk, friends to lovers, confession.
-> sleeping with the enemy ☆
enemies to lovers, one bed trope, angst, bucky!hurt
-> the blood we’ve spilt ☆
wintersoldier!bucky x vampire!reader
hydra experiment, forbidden love, torture, blood, sexual tension, violence, eventual smut, some tooth rotting one-liners -> (bonus)
-> bucky barnes is a slut ☆
short. kinda fluff. suggestive. fruit as a sexual innuendo.
-> “i didn’t ask for you to love me.”
angst. hurt absolutely no comfort.
-> “congressman barnes is a munch” ☆
pure smut. f!recieving.
-> “demolition lovers”
you took his bullet, but now you have to say goodbye. angst. they’re so in love, it’s painful. hurt/nocomfort. yes it’s an mcr reference.
-> “hates me, not?” ☆
sub!bucky. dryhumping. begging. whimpering men.
-> “perfect distraction” ☆
bucky is in love with you but you’re bestfriends. when you both hookup for the first time, you suggest fwb and he desperately wants you so he’ll settle for fucking you stupid.
-> “fatal attraction” ☆
avenger!bucky + newrecruit!reader. angst, enemies to lovers, jealousy
Jason Todd
-> safety net — the masterlist *series
college au, smut, virginity loss, angst, fluff. betrayal.
-> bulking season
jason has been bulking and he’s extraaaaa big.
-> jason, the romantic
fluff. short. drabble
-> tower of memories *ongoing
hurt!comfort. angsty; very angsty-relationship, heated arguments. reader!hurt; blood, torture, violence, lowkey horror. slowburn-ish. +more tags to be added.
-> not over it
emotional damage, angst, trauma. hurt/comfort.
-> keep it on ☆
mask kink. filthy smut.
-> too angry to notice ☆
jason todd x reader — reader!hurt, angst, smut
you fucked up on the mission. bad. you ended up getting hurt and hide it from jason. he’s so pissed at you for messing up patrol he doesn’t even realize you were hurt. until he does, and the tension between you boils over.
-> f*cking the stress outta you ☆
exactly what it sounds like.
-> “jason’s love language is physical touch” ☆
sweet, soft smut.
-> merry christmas, i love you
fluff. angst. friends to lovers. happy jason.
-> melt into the kiss
jason folds like a lawn chair. fluff.
-> bf!jason is a yapper
boyfriend!jasontodd is such a yapper, he can’t do secrets.
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Bro ok, when my clit is rubbed I cum sooo fast, and i just think that Jason Todd would find that hot asf, although would also probably tease me about it 💔
(not a request btw, just a thought)
what happened to hi hello, hru… (used this as request anyway)
i’m sure jason would find it amusing though and not in a condescending way. no he’s genuinely fascinated about what makes you tick. he’d purposefully overstimulate you and run his other hand over your thigh to keep it open while he teases. fingers circling over and over as you’re just helpless to it. a couple tears might slip down your cheek too, while you writhe beneath him after he’s pulled another orgasm out of you for the nth time.
you’re left panting and gasping, clawing at his forearm while he shushes you with his forehead pressed to yours.
“no, come on,” he coos. “you could give me one more.”
he gapes as you do, mouth parting in just the way yours does. moaning out in a mimicking way but really it’s in awe. movements going rapid as you try to clench your thighs and he only digs his fingers into your flesh a little harder.
“jay,” whining as you beg for god knows what.
“i know ma,” voice soft as he presses his lips to yours though his movements do not falter as he rubs your clit just a little harder.
just enough for you to notice.
“you’re doing so good pretty girl.”
it’s like the dam overflows at just his words now. like it was enough to push you over the edge and he knows it. he’s always known your body so well as though he’s studied you.
just like that, you’re falling apart again. head falling back into the pillow as your jaw slacks open. jason follows you down, one hand hitching your leg around his hip now as the other slows only barely. a whimpering sound escapes you as he continues his tantalizing circles, making you ache though the peak and over into another. thighs shaking around him as he drops his mouth to yours though breast, sucking around the peaked edge as you moan out his name.
you can feel his thick length pressing against your thigh but jason wasn’t done with you yet. at least not with teasing you.
jason’s insatiable and you knew that the night was hardly over.
accidentally used all my vacation hours this week so i’ll be home and bored. i’m super motivated to write though so send me ur requests and thoughts/ideas :p
the night is filled with distant glances and longing sighs as bruce wayne mingles with people he would much rather ignore for his beautiful wife.
he finds your eyes from across the room, silently pleading like he wanted to leave his own event even while he held conversation with some ceo. you’d return a pitiful glance, halfhearted pouts that he’d accept with a slow blink. though while he listened to a new proposal, one that didn’t make any sense to him, bruce struggled to look in their eyes when he knew you were so near yet out of reach.
everyone knows about bruce wayne’s wife. the party is aware of how he melts around you and shows teeth rather than a scornful look when he’s annoyed. his poker face is a lot better too. but when he truly feels like he’s suffocating, as though someone was restricting his ability to be unapologetically himself, bruce can’t hide it. at least not from you.
your husband is overworked and most definitely overpaid. though there isn’t a man in the world more deserving of such freedoms you’re sure. humanity his compass and the broken system of justice which dictates his own. faith driven by pure blind vengeance that has softened in the years you’d come to love him so deeply. compassion and outward appearances of affection you’d cherished. his shoulders relaxing around you.
tonight, he sent the driver home early. he’d let him take one of the cars in his garage and paid him anyway with a tired smile he always gave you when he’d get home late. loosening his tie with one hand, he watches as you play with the stereo. he’d usually just drive in silence, now he’d become accustomed to your taste.
but you knew he still needed the silence sometimes.
the drive home tonight is epically quiet. his voice a sound you wished you could hear but know you won’t because he needs a moment. peers using him as means to their own ends, seeing dollar signs where human emotion should be considered. bruce internalizes it. he pushes it all down until he snaps and it all falls on himself or his sons. you remind him of the fact when he scratches his chin too hard and the red mark remains. when you see the bags begin to form or the line between his brows. he lets you smooth it out with a gentle smile that melts your heart like ice.
now his hands find their way to you anyway, sitting warm as he grips your thigh. fingers idle on the bare skin, still as if in waiting. he catches your eye at the red light, watching as it illuminates your skin amid the dark gotham night. like a sterling path of light through his dark thoughts. you pretend not to notice him staring at the side of your face when you stare at the side mirror.
bruce doesn’t like to be disturbed when he’s deep in thought. he doesn’t enjoy company that is uninvited. but with his wife, his beautiful loving wife, bruce has immense patience.
no one else can gauge his moods in the way you can. no one else sees how anger is truly concern or how his indifference is really acceptance.
he’s a man who has put all his faith into a broken system that has beat down his loved ones time and time again. bruce has to believe that it’s all for something. that he did this for a reason behind superficial tangibility. he admits to you in the quiet moments that it’s for you. for his family. for the child he hopes you’ll let him give you. admits that you ground him and keep him sane from the thoughts that whirl him into the dark.
for now, he keeps his palm on your knee, sliding up and down to your thigh like he’s soothing. though you know it’s more for him than for you. then he’s bringing your hand on your thigh up to his lips. he reminds you that even without words that he loves you bad, until it makes him devoid of anything else. delicate presses of his supple skin to the back of your hand before he nuzzles his nose against it. watching him completely turned now, you smile to yourself and graze his cheek with your freehand before he turns to kiss the palm of that one too.
existence was simply sufficient for him. your presence all he needed even when words failed to find him. though you’d also learned to love the silence and how his embrace was enough to warm your soul.
synopsis: after a long, restless night, you decide to walk the gotham docks alone. fortunately, a broody jason todd is watching over you.
There’s a feeling of existential dread tonight.
Wasn’t it some kind of right of passage for women to feel a sense of impending doom on their birthdays?
That something deep within you was wrong and rotten and unfixable, especially on the day that should feel so special. The type of thoughts that meant you needed to take a shower and just go to sleep.
But you’d made the worst decision and decided to go out instead. To ignore the phone calls and the empty messages from friends you never even see anymore and choose to walk across the docks, alone.
What you weren’t entirely aware of was that Jason had the similar thoughts you’d harboured. The ones that fought to rip out in the open like it had always been there. He’d toy with the idea with his everyday life and how he rode into action.
But when the nights are quiet and the city buzzes with less excitement, that’s when Jason can rest his mind a little. By the windowsill he sits and coddles a half-lit cigarette from the other night, swearing he’s gonna quit but ultimately not. Telling himself it’s bad for him but knowing that death is inevitable. And that for a guy like him, death was expected.
The drag bellows with thick milky clouds that engulf him whole and knock the coherent thoughts from his head. Letting the smoke dance around him as he leans back against the bricks and ignores how the shitty fire escape creaks.
Ignoring how empty his house was and accepting how it felt to be alone. How his heart was thumping in his chest when the house made noises on its own or how much worse it was when it was silent.
His eyes lose focus as the smoke pulls him under and the darkness takes ahold of him. A distant siren pulls his consciousness just barely and shiver runs down his spine like it belonged there. From how high up his apartment was, he could see the people walking and moving around. It was so clear from this tall angle that every surrounding inch was visible. Every little sound and every moving car.
It was all the more loud when he was home that he chose to sit out here and ultimately smoke, just to avoid the sounds of his home. But his mind would wander to the inner workings of what it felt like to be in that position of control where you could dictate your feelings rather than them to you.
He’d stare at the end of road as the cigarette boated and the ash collected at the end of it. He’d watch a pigeon move from the corner of the roof and stop like it was watching him. Selfishly he would wonder about flight and about individually. Of how he could be his own person if he let go out of his past commitments and ignored the lives of the people he reluctantly cares for. He’d watch the bird inch closer like it had a secret to tell only him before scurrying away once Jason moved his hand. Flying away and swooping down to the bench across the street.
He stood up and watched the empty roads for an extended period of silent time before sighing and swinging his legs over the railing. He’d think about flight again and how close he could get to the bench. A deep breath slipping through his chapped lips as his eyes shut and the wind brushed through his hair. The cool breeze kissing his face in the most intimate way he could imagine. He thought of letting go. The fickle delirious thoughts that lied to him about his reality and repeated the same words he’d heard before.
“No one is coming for you.”
A sick feeling took home in his precious heart that was hardened by the years of distaste and anger for something he could not name.
His knuckles turned white from how hard he was gripping the rusty railing and he exhaled harshly when he loosened his grip. Opening his eyes and letting his lips part when he decided that the wind was the only constant thing in his life. That he’s like to live within it and imagine himself as a bird that flew through nations.
If God really wanted to play a sick joke on him, maybe he’d be reincarnated as a real robin.
The thought made him laugh a small sound before he took in a silhouette from across the street. Against the loading dock, where the water slashed so calmly it almost felt like it wasn’t Gotham, there he saw it.
Sitting dangerously close to the edge of the wall that had a fence you ignored. He tilted his head like it could make sense of it.
What were you doing out there so late at night?
Without rationalizing why he cared, Jason brushed off his consuming thoughts and narrowed in on you. You who seemed unconcerned and entirely distracted even when he walked behind you. You who didn’t seem fazed by the man lingering behind you because there was so much more on your mind. He didn’t usually smoke weed, but the scent of it lingering around you didn’t seem to bother him much.
He watched as you took a long drag and your eyes closed. Then, he sat down. Ignoring the irony of what he was just about to say to you and struggling to hide his grin.
As if Bruce hadn’t uttered the same words to him once.
“You know those things will kill you.” He says as he lets his legs dangle over the water with you.
You don’t respond. Instead, you take another drag, open your mouth and let the smoke bellow instead of absorb into your lungs. Like you were high enough and just wanted to feel the intoxication as it kissed your insides like a warm hug on a cold winter day. Except, it was summer and all you wanted to do was rot away.
“Sitting here is real dangerous too. Could get yourself killed.” He says as he reaches for the joint between your fingers and when you let go, he can barely hide his surprise.
He’s expected you to be unwilling to cooperate. What he’s seen in Gotham before. But instead he’s met with indifference and lack of care that mirrored his reflection. You lift your head to look at him though you look right back down and out at the horizon. Instead, you give it to him and he just holds it. Your expression doesn’t change. Neither does his but he settles back more comfortably and stares at the lit end.
The waves brush the edge of the smooth rocks at the bottom of the river. Soft splashing at the edge that soothe like white noise used to coo a child to sleep. The sound worked wonders on Jason when he tried it years ago, just enough to drown out the sound of his mind.
A couple minutes pass in this silence.
Finally, Jason remembers himself and his role in assisting citizens. His act of kindness that was both for himself and for you, who seemed to be lost in your thoughts.
Unsure of what for say, he offers the only thing on his mind first. “What’s your name?”
You answer softly, the word just audible enough to reach his ears. He nods and lets it fold over in his mind like it meant something.
“Okay,” he repeats your name back, “what’re we doing here?”
A deep sigh. “Thinking.”
He nods, trying not to show his impatience at your vague replies. He was already having a shit night. So he chooses to prompt you further.
“Thinking about…?”
“Oh you know,” vaguely gesturing through your half lidded eyes, “life and death.”
Concern continues to flood across his face.
“Death.” He says back to you as you nod.
“The finality of it.” You continue. “The peace that comes with it I guess.”
Jason breathes, “that’s comforting…” putting the joint down next to you and lets his hands rest at his side. “I can tell you with certainty there’s no complete finality in death.”
You look to him and blink slowly, eyes red and low. “How would you know?”
“Oh,” he starts before cutting himself off. “Just trust me I do.”
You don’t respond again. Expression blank as you watch the waves hit the rocks below you. This only seems to grow his worry. Jason sighs lowly and moves closer to you and picks the joint back up, bringing it up to his lips. That’s when you look. He takes a long drag and your eyes widen.
Letting the air escape him, he breathes out. “Indica? You get this from the cart across the street?” You blink at him and nod. Jason shakes his head and takes another long drag. “Good shit.”
He hands it back over to you and watches as you take an another hit. The two of you silently smoking the rest of your weed that he just blindly trusted. For some reason, your guard that was hardly even up to begin with, seemed to soften further at his blind trust.
He speaks up first again. “You gonna tell me what’s wrong now?”
With a heavy sigh, you shrug. “Nothing. That’s the problem.”
“Nothing is wrong yet you’re sitting here like you’re planning on jumping?” He questions. You nod and he frowns. “There’s gotta be a reason.”
“I’m not gonna jump douchebag.” you brush it off, “I’m just tired and I feel sad for no particular reason. Is that alright with you?” you scoff.
His eyes scan over you, evaluating and analytic in its care. Noticing your restlessness in how you’d bite of the inside of your cheek or twirl your thumbs. How you’d been silently watching the waves like it could tell you something he desperately needed the answer to as well.
Then his eyes fell on your face. The quiet observation inhibited and concentration on your pretty face. For the first time since he’d sat next to you, he takes in your beauty. Not in a lustful manner but in an appreciative one. He gives you a genuine smile and nudges your shoulder when you sigh softly, looking back to the docked boats by the bay.
“I know what you mean. It’s always like that for me around holidays.” He says suddenly. “Is it like that?”
You think for a moment while you watch how his eyes watched yours. Glossed over like he was out of his mind and you just smile.
“You don’t smoke much do you?” You ask.
For some reason, Jason smiles back. Maybe it was how warm your smile seemed to be despite the circumstances.
“Not in a very long time. Don’t try to change the subject now princess. I’m all invested.”
The nickname makes your heart flutter but something deeper weighs you down like it was clinging to your bones. You look to him again to scan over his clothes. The armoured vest on chest and the swallow cuts on his arms that looked like it have accumulated over years. You point to them.
“Could ask you the same thing dude.”
“I’m not the one sitting high and alone at a creek at three in the morning.” He pokes your side and brings his knees to cross just as yours are. Turning completely to his side to look at you.
That’s when you finally decide to talk about it. Cause maybe if you did say something, it could make you feel just a little better. “It’s my birthday.”
Jason blinks and looks at his watch. “…and you chose to walk here… at three in the morning…” emphasizing himself and driving the point across.
You shrug, “I didn’t go to sleep yet. I was just up… thinking.“
“Well,” he stands from his spot and extends his hand, “happy birthday. Let me buy you something to eat.”
You frown at him and stubbornly turn from his hand. “I’m not hungry and I’m not going to go eat with a random dude who bummed my weed off me. No sir thanks.”
“Jason.” He corrects as he squints at you, “so you’ll let me smoke with you but you won’t get a burger?”
Without a beat, “nope. You can leave now.”
He sighs dramatically, “okay how about if I say please? I don’t wanna have the image of a sad you falling and drowning on my conscious. Especially on your birthday of all days.”
Looking up at him, you see his eyes sparkle from the moonlight. Something shone from behind his eyes that couldn’t hide the way he felt and didn’t bother to say aloud. You watch his face and see the deep seated hurt that he couldn’t mask and the exhaustion that ran deep. Then your eyes fall to his hand still extended towards you. You lift yourself enough to reach him and take his hand, letting him pulling you onto your feet.
“So… I’m taking that as a yes?”
You force a tight smile. “Yes Jason, that is a yes.”
Jason Todd had a hell of an appetite.
He ordered four burgers. He said, ‘two for each of us’ and made sure they made them all combos.
Four burgers, four fries, and four drinks. Triple patties. Triple cheese. And he upsized the fries. You tapped out after the first combo and pushed the rest towards him, groaning as you slouched into your seat.
“I wasn’t going to kill myself but I think you’re trying to with high cholesterol.”
He snickers at your comment and pushes your drink towards you when you shake your head cause you felt like exploding.
The burger joint was open 24/7 and there was no one in there besides the teenage boy making the food, you, Jason, and a sleeping homeless man. Jason burps after his second burger and gestures to you.
“I believe in ya, you can finish your second fries at least.”
You gesture back towards them, “please be my guest bro.”
“Bro?” He says genuinely offended. “I’m not your bro.”
Still a little buzzed, you can’t help the giggle that you make from the heightened satisfaction felt at his annoyance. Laughing a little louder as he squints and grumbles, taking the fries from in front of you and stuffing his face with them. Biting the inside of his cheek when you hold your stomach and fold in on yourself at something that probably wasn’t even that funny, but Jason, he finds you amusing. Like a breath of fresh air amongst his suffocating feelings.
After you settle a bit and take a sip of your soda, Jason thinks more about how you just met. It’s almost like his face opens up more as he straightens his back out.
“So, you wanna talk some more about your day, birthday girl?”
“What else is there to say?” shrugging as you tug your sleeve. “I think it’s mostly a girl thing where you’re sad on your birthday. No big deal.”
“That’s just another symptom of society telling women that they should want to change more about themselves even on days that should feel happy. You don’t have to be happy all the time, you’re human.” resting his elbows on the table. “But I’m betting there’s gonna be a particular thing that caused it this time right?”
He used your dipping sauce from in front of you with no care, eyes still looking into yours.
“—See I can tell you why I hate holidays. Dead parents, neglectful father, dying, blah blah. See? You can tell me.”
A soft scoff escapes you, but no malice was behind it. “He did not just trauma dump on me.”
He hums, “I actually do that to everyone if I’m being honest.”
You’re about to retort when stuffs his face leaving you staring back at his chipmunk cheeks. He makes a sound of satisfaction and takes a long sip from your drink again cause he’d finished his.
“You are so gross dude,” but you can barely hide your smile.
He looks at you wide eyed. “What?” With his whole mouth full and somehow still endearing.
“Nothing.” you shrug nonchalantly as you check your phone and quickly shove it away.
Though he doesn’t miss how you seemed to withdraw but he chooses not to point it out. Instead, he wipes his mouth and puts the extra combo back into the greasy bag it came in. Fiddling with your fingers as you stare out the window and watch the moon disappear completely from your sight and a softer blue take its place.
It must’ve been around five in the morning at this point. Suddenly the insecurity of the exchange had become abhorrently apparent but before you could even think to get up and leave this strangely good looking man and take your high ass home, Jason stands.
He takes the bag with the food in his left hand and his other outstretches towards you.
“You seem exhausted. Let me take you home?”
You blink up at him and nod. Taking his hand and letting him lead you out the building. The homeless man who was sleeping was sitting by the curb now, a couple of bags and a bicycle with a basket in front of him. Jason squeezes your hand a little tighter in his as he keeps you next to him and walks straight to the man there.
You weren’t entirely sure what he was doing but from the smile on Jason’s face, you knew he was genuine in his nature.
“Ernie?” He calls out to the man still focused on something in his palm. “you hungry?”
The man you now knew who was named Ernie nods and sits up a little straighter, watching as Jason places the bag in his hands.
“That the double patty one again? Surprised you didn’t finish it.”
“It’s all yours Ernie. Tell your mother I said hi too.” He laughs as he walks sit by side you away from the restaurant.
Shrugging Jason off, he waves him away. “Yeah, yeah. I’m definitely not doing that pretty boy.”
Jason ignores his comment and continues on his way with you by his side. A soft goodbye as you move away from him.
You look up to Jason and are unable to contain your smile. “Pretty boy huh?”
He sighs, “he thinks I’m flirting with his mother.”
“Well are you?” Prying without meaning to.
Jason squints and shakes his head in defiance. “No.”
Squinting back, you counter. “Liar. You look like the milf loving type.” Expression falling, he tilts his head like he didn’t understand. You sigh, “you know— Mom I’d Like to Fuck.”
He nearly chokes in his spit. “How does one look like that?”
“Hmm, look in the mirror and you’ll see.”
Only shaking his head and continuing to walk, Jason takes your hand in his. When he feels you tense, he clears his throat and stammers. “Uh, so you don’t go wandering all high and shit.”
Blinking at him, “the high is gone actually.”
“Still.” he adds quickly. “Stay close. It’s dangerous at night.”
The walk down to your place was oddly quiet but you didn’t mind.
His presence had calmed you immensely. Usually being alone on your birthday was the course of action you’d take, even if a part of you wished there’d be someone to spent it with.
Jason filled that gap in the matter of hours.
Being around him felt safe and warm like a blanket out of the dryer. His presence provided a sense of security yours not sure you’ve felt since being a child.
Something about it just felt weirdly domestic.
The entire walk he didn’t try to let go of your hand. Instead he’d squeeze it gently when you crossed the two streets on your way here and loosen it as he pulled you to the inside of the sidewalk so he’d be toward the street.
At the turn to your apartment, Jason fiddles with your hand in his before tugging it into his pocket. Looking up at him just as he looks down at you, the stretched silence suddenly becomes louder.
“You felt cold.” He simply says, giving a small tight, unsure smile. You nod to hide how flustered you’d gotten but mostly to eng what seemed to be the intense way he’d gotten flustered.
Deciding to offer something back, you don’t think before the words slip past your lips. “You’ve got really big hands.”
Jason freezes. His hand tensing around yours like the words had struck him and he hasn’t suspected you’d say something like that at all. Immediately you feel the heat rising up to your face and the burning sensation of embarrassment taking ahold.
“Uh, thank you. I think.”
Your hand on the front door, gripping it tight before you turn to find him looking down at his feet. Distracted like he was deep in thought. Watching something on the ground or maybe just looking to look. Dipping your head slightly, you stare at his tapping foot before you look back up to his distracted face. You call out, “hey.” and he looks up with a look that you weren’t sure if you’d noticed all night. Puppy like and eyes glimmering under the rising sun.
“Good night Jason.”
He flashes his teeth and lifts a hand from his pocket. “Good night ma.”
When the door shuts behind you with a soft click, only then does Jason look the last place you’d touched—the doorknob.
Then, his gaze falls to his hand.
It takes him a couple minutes to move his feet, something glued him down to his place like he’s afraid he won’t be there again. An ache taking form again like it had earlier in the day. That’s when the light clicks on through the window downstairs and Jason sighs. As though grounded by your very existence.
You hardly realize he was still there, just vaguely realized it through his retreating silhouette a moment later. A piece of paper falls from your jacket as you shrug it off and it takes you all of three seconds to react to it.
He left you his phone number attached with a note.
maybe it’s too forward but i’m not sure i care. i hope you’ll call me, even if you want to sit dangerously close to a loading dock. either way, i’ll be here princess. —j
By the time you reach for the door, ready to invite him inside or admit all the things you’d thought about him all night, it’s too late. You yank it open and you’re met with empty air. He had already left and the number clutched in your hand stared back at you as if in challenge.
And you’re already pulling out your phone with a stupid grin on your face.
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loverboy!jason | fluffy smut | your honor, they’re in love
jason todd touched you with such reverence and desperation—surely you never minded.
gentle like he wanted to ensure you’d remain. watching you walk across the apartment barefoot and sleepy, rubbing your eyes with nothing but a sweater he gave you after date night and a pair of boy shorts. he swallows thickly as you lean against his back while he made breakfast, pretending that the eggs in front of him were more interesting.
then you made a humming sound that was from contentment but too close to a moan. that’s when he turns around and grabs you by your waist, seating you onto the counter. oblivious to how affected he was, you smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips. all resolve crumbled then and there.
the thing is, sometimes he gets so caught up in it, in touching you and prolonging the moment that you become impatient. dragging his perfect lips over your skin, letting the shivers chill down your body. only then, when you’re writhing beneath him, will he give you what you want.
though he’s insatiable when it comes to you.
he’ll fuck you when he’s half asleep, groaning lowly by your ear when you crawl into bed. hands wandering down between your legs as he ruts himself against you, pressing his hard length up on your inner thigh. moaning when you palm back at him and he buries his head in your neck.
the two of you hardly talk on these nights, he just pulls down your pants and coats himself in the slick he’d inspired. only jason likes to whisper praises to you. even then, when his eyes are closed and his groans bless your ears, he teases you. rubbing his thumb on your sensitive clit while you return in whines of equal lust. by the time he’s actually rubbing himself against you, it’s just to coat your essence around him as though teasing himself as well as you.
“jay,” you’ll sigh, clawing at his forearms enough to leave a soft pink lines. “just put it in.”
a chuckle slips as he kisses your cheek. “i don’t get a please tonight ma?”
the tears in your eyes sting and roll down your cheek. you let out a frustrated groan and buck into him when he tsks. he bites his lip while he watches your face, a bead of sweat wicking down his forehead when he shakes his head.
“i wanna enjoy you.” tickling breath by your ear. “we don’t have to rush.”
though you’re practically crying and bucking up into him. “if you don’t fuck me, i’m going to fuck you jason.”
that seems to make him laugh, stopping movements and letting his tip catch at your entrance. when your breath catches, he grins down at you and holds your hip tight.
“as tempting as that sounds, i wanna do this for you.”
the feeling of his heavy length inching inside, it’s enough to ruin. overwhelming in the best way possible, you never truly get used to the way he fits and the way he understands your body than you do. his hands snake around your waist, moving up and squeezing the underside of your chest. manhandling in its gentlest form as he guides you closer to him and pushes deeper inside. your mouth falls open, but jason uses that too.
thick fingers are pushed past your lips. just as you moan around them, jason takes your hands from clawing at his back and pulls your fingers apart, putting them in his own mouth. he answers your moan with a groan of his own, his eyes unrelenting on yours as he bottoms out and chuckles. the vibrations of his voice hitting your supple fingertips as he tongues at your skin. the salty taste making the moment more intimate as you realize he tastes the same.
thrusting in a devastating pace, your eyes begin to roll. the look of him, your fingers in his mouth as his touched you all the same, it was everything all at once. he touched so deeply, everywhere.
reaching the places you could never touch, kissing your cervix in the way that drowns you because that’s always his goal—to ruin you.
the warmth of his chest on yours was searing in a way that felt like a hot shower, pulling you into the heat. the scent of his skin began to overwhelm and he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and kisses the tips of yours before your lips.
“you can take it ma,” panting lowly as he moves.
jason loves to see you like this, heaving as you desperately try to hold on for him for god knows why. he lifts your leg further on his hip, hitching it around before ultimately hiking your thigh up higher. and higher. stopping when you gape at him and the backs of your thighs are pressed against his chest. there’s a shakiness in his voice that you recognized as him holding back.
“feel good baby?” he coos in a barely restrained voice.
you nod vigorously, tangling your fingers in his locks and pulling him into a harsh kiss. teeth clashing as he soothes it with his pretty tongue, pulling back to suck on the muscle between your lips. you moan in surprise when he turns it sharp with the shift of his hips, hitting impossibly deeper at this angle now. the peak builds like a dam on the verge of flooding. jason sees it.
movements speeding up as he watches your face contort, the dark hair by his neck clings to his skin. he sighs your name as he kisses your knuckles, still so much reverence in his care.
“that’s it,” he pants. “give me everything ma.”
a whine escapes you at his action, wanting to hide from him as he holds you there. “please jay.”
“that’s not far,” a chuckle touches your ears delicately, making your eyes widen at him. “you can’t hide this part from me. it’s my favourite.”
a frustrated moan slips, “you’re being mean.”
“this is mean?” exclaiming without faltering his movements, sloppily kissing you while he sounded like he were struggling to breathe deeply. “i’m making you cum and it’s mean?”
despite how close you were, you laugh too. breath quickly hitching as he continues moving in and out of you, thrusts sloppy as he bites his plump bottom lip as if trying to keep ahold of himself. when you whine his name again, he makes a breathless sound you’d wished you could replay.
though you could feel how close he was now too. how his breath faltered and his pace was sloppy beyond compare. lifting your hips to no avail as he holds you down with his weight, that’s when you can tell his resolve crumbles. he drops a hand between you and makes desperate circles, letting his voice tickle your eardrum as he rasps. you cry out as he guides your head to the crook of his neck and coos.
“be a good girl, yeah? let me feel it.”
it’s embarassing how fast he got you there with just a little extra simulation and his voice. you gasp his name as you let go, clamping around him so tightly while you shake in his grips. jason’s not far behind, whispering profanities as he sighs your name back to you. driving himself impossibly deeper as he lifts his weight only to drop it back down into you. his fingers never stop against you as he does it, groaning out before you feel how he struggles.
“please,” demeanour shifting as he continues to move. “can i please ma?”
you already know what he’s asking. you’ve given him permission time and time again but still he asks. effortlessly gentleman like as he considers you before himself, you feel your limp fingers reach for his cheek. caressing as you nod.
eyes still on yours as he melts into you, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck as he groans. you feel him drive himself a few more times before he buries to the hilt. pulse after pulse, hot against your walls, while he continues to grind into you overstimulating both of you as he does it. it’s not until tears go down your face that he looks to you and he stills, kissing you tight as he quivers into your mouth.
that’s when you notice it. it’s when you see the warm streak on his face and you pull away.
“baby are you crying?” you ask him before he can ask you.
“you are too,” he sniffles, wiping the tear from your cheek while he lets your other legs rest on his hip.
a soft chuckle slips from your lips as you take a deep breath. “yeah, for a different reason. besides, i asked you first.”
“i said it second.”
then you give him a stern look. it crumbles just as fast as it forms when you see his perfect face, sweaty and warm as evidence of your encounter.
“okay,” he says finally, “i just realized how much i love you. that’s all.”
you blink at him, the plush on his stomach still pressing on yours as he holds one arm now by your head, holding himself over you. his other hand still caressing your cheek. you give him a small, weak smile, though it didn’t lack in genuineness.
“you only just realizing that? should i be concerned?” you joked.
though jason’s expression remains serious. “no ma, i mean… i really love you.” looking from eye to eye. “more than life itself and i’m so grateful for you.”
before you knew it, your lip shook and brows furrowed as you said his name. infatuation in your tone as you spoke the truth into the air. “i love you too.”
he shakes his head. “i know that. and i’ve known that i loved you for years now. it’s just, god, it’s overwhelming how much i feel for you.” he admits.
you gulp. the feelings he had were always heartfelt and deeply thoughtful. when jason said it, you knew he weighed it heavy on his heart before he voiced it to you. even though he told you every little thought he had, he spoke about it like it was holy. like religion and you the prayer he recalled.
“you’re everything to me too jay,” you sigh. “i’m not sure i’d survive this place without you.”
a moment passes before he nudges his nose to yours, nuzzling closer as you feel his breath on your face. “i’d follow you anywhere.”
you kiss him then, pulling him tighter against you despite how close you already were. letting your tongue tangle with his as you remained connected, though only now it felt like both body and soul.
there was never a way to express it before but jason made it better. he found a way to let it out that you’d accepted now, even as words failed to find you here. only actions could accurately convey it for you now in comparison to his meticulously chosen words. jason kisses you back just as needy, pressing his lips to your jaw as you hummed in response. he kisses you like he’s fucking starving, practically devouring your mouth while you’re happily helpless to it.
the words i love you, seared into your skin as he continually says it. gentle lips on your skin as you tilt your head into the soft pillow.
“thus with another kiss,” he sighs as he presses his lips to yours again. “i seal your existence to mine.”
“that’s definitely not what he says.” giggling as he continued to pepper you with kisses meant to tickle you with the brush of his stubble. neither of you caring enough to retort.
the only thought of him on your mind as he holds you in his big strong arms. your legs aching around his waist but you hardly cared. in his arms you felt whole and he admitted that in yours he felt human.
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loverboy!jason | fluffy smut | your honor, they’re in love
jason todd touched you with such reverence and desperation—surely you never minded.
gentle like he wanted to ensure you’d remain. watching you walk across the apartment barefoot and sleepy, rubbing your eyes with nothing but a sweater he gave you after date night and a pair of boy shorts. he swallows thickly as you lean against his back while he made breakfast, pretending that the eggs in front of him were more interesting.
then you made a humming sound that was from contentment but too close to a moan. that’s when he turns around and grabs you by your waist, seating you onto the counter. oblivious to how affected he was, you smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips. all resolve crumbled then and there.
the thing is, sometimes he gets so caught up in it, in touching you and prolonging the moment that you become impatient. dragging his perfect lips over your skin, letting the shivers chill down your body. only then, when you’re writhing beneath him, will he give you what you want.
though he’s insatiable when it comes to you.
he’ll fuck you when he’s half asleep, groaning lowly by your ear when you crawl into bed. hands wandering down between your legs as he ruts himself against you, pressing his hard length up on your inner thigh. moaning when you palm back at him and he buries his head in your neck.
the two of you hardly talk on these nights, he just pulls down your pants and coats himself in the slick he’d inspired. only jason likes to whisper praises to you. even then, when his eyes are closed and his groans bless your ears, he teases you. rubbing his thumb on your sensitive clit while you return in whines of equal lust. by the time he’s actually rubbing himself against you, it’s just to coat your essence around him as though teasing himself as well as you.
“jay,” you’ll sigh, clawing at his forearms enough to leave a soft pink lines. “just put it in.”
a chuckle slips as he kisses your cheek. “i don’t get a please tonight ma?”
the tears in your eyes sting and roll down your cheek. you let out a frustrated groan and buck into him when he tsks. he bites his lip while he watches your face, a bead of sweat wicking down his forehead when he shakes his head.
“i wanna enjoy you.” tickling breath by your ear. “we don’t have to rush.”
though you’re practically crying and bucking up into him. “if you don’t fuck me, i’m going to fuck you jason.”
that seems to make him laugh, stopping movements and letting his tip catch at your entrance. when your breath catches, he grins down at you and holds your hip tight.
“as tempting as that sounds, i wanna do this for you.”
the feeling of his heavy length inching inside, it’s enough to ruin. overwhelming in the best way possible, you never truly get used to the way he fits and the way he understands your body than you do. his hands snake around your waist, moving up and squeezing the underside of your chest. manhandling in its gentlest form as he guides you closer to him and pushes deeper inside. your mouth falls open, but jason uses that too.
thick fingers are pushed past your lips. just as you moan around them, jason takes your hands from clawing at his back and pulls your fingers apart, putting them in his own mouth. he answers your moan with a groan of his own, his eyes unrelenting on yours as he bottoms out and chuckles. the vibrations of his voice hitting your supple fingertips as he tongues at your skin. the salty taste making the moment more intimate as you realize he tastes the same.
thrusting in a devastating pace, your eyes begin to roll. the look of him, your fingers in his mouth as his touched you all the same, it was everything all at once. he touched so deeply, everywhere.
“you can take it ma,” panting lowly as he moves.
reaching the places you could never touch, kissing your cervix in the way that drowns you because that’s always his goal—to ruin you.
the warmth of his chest on yours was searing in a way that felt like a hot shower, pulling you into the heat. the scent of his skin began to overwhelm and he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and kisses the tips of yours before your lips.
jason loves to see you like this, heaving as you desperately try to hold on for him for god knows why. he lifts your leg further on his hip, hitching it around before ultimately hiking your thigh up higher. and higher. stopping when you gape at him and the backs of your thighs are pressed against his chest. there’s a shakiness in his voice that you recognized as him holding back.
“feel good baby?” he coos in a barely restrained voice.
you nod vigorously, tangling your fingers in his lock and pulling him into a harsh kiss. teeth clashing as he soothes it with his pretty tongue, pulling back to suck on the muscle between your lips. you moan in surprise when he turns it sharp with the shift of his hips, hitting impossibly deeper at this angle now. the peak builds like a dam on the verge of flooding. jason sees it.
movements speeding up as he watches your face contort, the dark hair by his neck clings to his skin. he sighs your name as he kisses your knuckles, still so much reverence in his care.
“that’s it,” he pants. “give me everything ma.”
a whine escapes you at his action, wanting to hide from him as he holds you there. “please jay.”
“that’s not far,” a chuckle touches your ears delicately, making your eyes widen at him. “you can’t hide this part from me. it’s my favourite.”
a frustrated moan slips, “you’re being mean.”
“this is mean?” exclaiming without faltering his movements, sloppily kissing you while he sounded like he were struggling to breathe deeply. “i’m making you cum and it’s mean?”
despite how close you were, you laugh too. breath quickly hitching as he continues moving in and out of you, thrusts sloppy as he bites his plump bottom lip as trying to keep ahold of himself. when you whine his name again, he makes a breathless sound you’d wished you could replay.
though you could feel how close he was now too. how his breath faltered and his pace was sloppy beyond compare. lifting your hips to no avail as he holds you down with his weight, that’s when you can tell his resolve crumbles. he drops a had between you and makes desperate circles, letting his voice tickle your eardrum as he rasps. you cry out as he guides your head to the crook of his neck and coos.
“be a good girl, yeah? let me feel it.”
it’s embarassing how fast he got you there with just a little extra simulation and his voice. you gasp his name as you let go, clamping around him so tightly while you shake in his grips. jason’s not far behind, whispering profanities as he sighs your name back to you. driving himself impossibly deeper as he lifts his weight only to drop it back down into you. his fingers never stop against you as he does it, groaning out before you feel how he struggles.
“please,” demeanour shifting as he continues to move. “can i please ma?”
you already know what he’s asking. you’ve given him permission time and time again but still he asks. effortlessly gentleman like as he considers you before himself, you feel your limp fingers reach for his cheek. caressing as you nod.
eyes still on yours as he melts into you, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck as he groans. you feel him drive himself a few more times before he buries to the hilt. pulse after pulse, hot against your walls, while he continues to grind into you overstimulating both of you as he does it. it’s not until tears go down your face that he looks to you and he stills, kissing you tight as he quivers into your mouth.
that’s when you notice it. it’s when you see the warm streak on his face and you pull away.
“baby are you crying?” you ask him before he can ask you.
“you are too,” he sniffles, wiping the tear from your cheek while he lets your other legs rest on his hip.
a soft chuckle slips from your lips as you take a deep breath. “yeah, for a different reason. besides, i asked you first.”
“i said it second.”
then you give him a stern look. it crumbles just as fast as it forms when you see his perfect face, sweaty and warm as evidence of your encounter.
“okay,” he says finally, “i just realized how much i love you. that’s all.”
you blink at him, the plush on his stomach still pressing on yours as he holds one arm now by your head, holding himself over you. his other hand still caressing your cheek. you give him a small, weak smile, though it didn’t lack in genuineness.
“you only just realizing that? should i be concerned?” you joked.
though jason’s expression remains serious. “no ma, i mean… i really love you.” looking from eye to eye. “more than life itself and i’m so grateful for you.”
before you knew it, your lip shook and brows furrowed as you said his name. infatuation in your tone as you spoke the truth into the air. “i love you too.”
he shakes his head. “i know that. and ive known i loved you for years now. it’s just, god, it’s overwhelming how much i feel for you.” he admits.
you gulp. the feelings he had were always heartfelt and deeply thoughtful. when jason said it, you knew he weighed it heavy on his heart before he voiced it to you. even though he told you every little thought he had, he spoke about it like it was holy. like religion and you prayer he recalled.
“you’re everything to me too jay,” you sigh. “i’m not sure i’d survive this place without you.”
a moment passes before he nudges his nose to yours, nuzzling closer as you feel his breath on your face. “i’d follow you anywhere.”
you kiss him then, pulling him tighter against you despite how close you already were. letting your tongue tangle with his as you remained connected, though only now it felt like both body and soul.
there was never a way to express it before but jason made it better. he found a way to let it out that you’d accepted now, even as words failed to find you here. only actions could accurately convey it for you now in comparison to his meticulously chosen words. jason kisses you back just as needy, pressing his lips to your jaw as you hummed in response. he kisses you like he’s fucking starving, practically devouring your mouth while you’re happily helpless to it.
the words i love you, seared into your skin as he continually says it. gentle lips on your skin as you tilt your head into the soft pillow.
“thus with another kiss,” he sighs as he presses his lips to yours again. “i seal your existence to mine.”
“that’s definitely not what he says.” giggling as he continued to pepper you with kisses meant to tickle you with the brush of his stubble. neither of you caring enough to retort.
the only thought of him on your mind as he holds you in his big strong arms. your legs aching around his waist but you hardly cared. in his arms you felt whole and he admitted that in yours he felt human.
loverboy!jason | fluffy smut | your honor, they’re in love
jason todd touched you with such reverence and desperation—surely you never minded.
gentle like he wanted to ensure you’d remain. watching you walk across the apartment barefoot and sleepy, rubbing your eyes with nothing but a sweater he gave you after date night and a pair of boy shorts. he swallows thickly as you lean against his back while he made breakfast, pretending that the eggs in front of him were more interesting.
then you made a humming sound that was from contentment but too close to a moan. that’s when he turns around and grabs you by your waist, seating you onto the counter. oblivious to how affected he was, you smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips. all resolve crumbled then and there.
the thing is, sometimes he gets so caught up in it, in touching you and prolonging the moment that you become impatient. dragging his perfect lips over your skin, letting the shivers chill down your body. only then, when you’re writhing beneath him, will he give you what you want.
though he’s insatiable when it comes to you.
he’ll fuck you when he’s half asleep, groaning lowly by your ear when you crawl into bed. hands wandering down between your legs as he ruts himself against you, pressing his hard length up on your inner thigh. moaning when you palm back at him and he buries his head in your neck.
the two of you hardly talk on these nights, he just pulls down your pants and coats himself in the slick he’d inspired. only jason likes to whisper praises to you. even then, when his eyes are closed and his groans bless your ears, he teases you. rubbing his thumb on your sensitive clit while you return in whines of equal lust. by the time he’s actually rubbing himself against you, it’s just to coat your essence around him as though teasing himself as well as you.
“jay,” you’ll sigh, clawing at his forearms enough to leave a soft pink lines. “just put it in.”
a chuckle slips as he kisses your cheek. “i don’t get a please tonight ma?”
the tears in your eyes sting and roll down your cheek. you let out a frustrated groan and buck into him when he tsks. he bites his lip while he watches your face, a bead of sweat wicking down his forehead when he shakes his head.
“i wanna enjoy you.” tickling breath by your ear. “we don’t have to rush.”
though you’re practically crying and bucking up into him. “if you don’t fuck me, i’m going to fuck you jason.”
that seems to make him laugh, stopping movements and letting his tip catch at your entrance. when your breath catches, he grins down at you and holds your hip tight.
“as tempting as that sounds, i wanna do this for you.”
the feeling of his heavy length inching inside, it’s enough to ruin. overwhelming in the best way possible, you never truly get used to the way he fits and the way he understands your body than you do. his hands snake around your waist, moving up and squeezing the underside of your chest. manhandling in its gentlest form as he guides you closer to him and pushes deeper inside. your mouth falls open, but jason uses that too.
thick fingers are pushed past your lips. just as you moan around them, jason takes your hands from clawing at his back and pulls your fingers apart, putting them in his own mouth. he answers your moan with a groan of his own, his eyes unrelenting on yours as he bottoms out and chuckles. the vibrations of his voice hitting your supple fingertips as he tongues at your skin. the salty taste making the moment more intimate as you realize he tastes the same.
thrusting in a devastating pace, your eyes begin to roll. the look of him, your fingers in his mouth as his touched you all the same, it was everything all at once. he touched so deeply, everywhere.
“you can take it ma,” panting lowly as he moves.
reaching the places you could never touch, kissing your cervix in the way that drowns you because that’s always his goal—to ruin you.
the warmth of his chest on yours was searing in a way that felt like a hot shower, pulling you into the heat. the scent of his skin began to overwhelm and he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and kisses the tips of yours before your lips.
jason loves to see you like this, heaving as you desperately try to hold on for him for god knows why. he lifts your leg further on his hip, hitching it around before ultimately hiking your thigh up higher. and higher. stopping when you gape at him and the backs of your thighs are pressed against his chest. there’s a shakiness in his voice that you recognized as him holding back.
“feel good baby?” he coos in a barely restrained voice.
you nod vigorously, tangling your fingers in his lock and pulling him into a harsh kiss. teeth clashing as he soothes it with his pretty tongue, pulling back to suck on the muscle between your lips. you moan in surprise when he turns it sharp with the shift of his hips, hitting impossibly deeper at this angle now. the peak builds like a dam on the verge of flooding. jason sees it.
movements speeding up as he watches your face contort, the dark hair by his neck clings to his skin. he sighs your name as he kisses your knuckles, still so much reverence in his care.
“that’s it,” he pants. “give me everything ma.”
a whine escapes you at his action, wanting to hide from him as he holds you there. “please jay.”
“that’s not far,” a chuckle touches your ears delicately, making your eyes widen at him. “you can’t hide this part from me. it’s my favourite.”
a frustrated moan slips, “you’re being mean.”
“this is mean?” exclaiming without faltering his movements, sloppily kissing you while he sounded like he were struggling to breathe deeply. “i’m making you cum and it’s mean?”
despite how close you were, you laugh too. breath quickly hitching as he continues moving in and out of you, thrusts sloppy as he bites his plump bottom lip as trying to keep ahold of himself. when you whine his name again, he makes a breathless sound you’d wished you could replay.
though you could feel how close he was now too. how his breath faltered and his pace was sloppy beyond compare. lifting your hips to no avail as he holds you down with his weight, that’s when you can tell his resolve crumbles. he drops a had between you and makes desperate circles, letting his voice tickle your eardrum as he rasps. you cry out as he guides your head to the crook of his neck and coos.
“be a good girl, yeah? let me feel it.”
it’s embarassing how fast he got you there with just a little extra simulation and his voice. you gasp his name as you let go, clamping around him so tightly while you shake in his grips. jason’s not far behind, whispering profanities as he sighs your name back to you. driving himself impossibly deeper as he lifts his weight only to drop it back down into you. his fingers never stop against you as he does it, groaning out before you feel how he struggles.
“please,” demeanour shifting as he continues to move. “can i please ma?”
you already know what he’s asking. you’ve given him permission time and time again but still he asks. effortlessly gentleman like as he considers you before himself, you feel your limp fingers reach for his cheek. caressing as you nod.
eyes still on yours as he melts into you, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck as he groans. you feel him drive himself a few more times before he buries to the hilt. pulse after pulse, hot against your walls, while he continues to grind into you overstimulating both of you as he does it. it’s not until tears go down your face that he looks to you and he stills, kissing you tight as he quivers into your mouth.
that’s when you notice it. it’s when you see the warm streak on his face and you pull away.
“baby are you crying?” you ask him before he can ask you.
“you are too,” he sniffles, wiping the tear from your cheek while he lets your other legs rest on his hip.
a soft chuckle slips from your lips as you take a deep breath. “yeah, for a different reason. besides, i asked you first.”
“i said it second.”
then you give him a stern look. it crumbles just as fast as it forms when you see his perfect face, sweaty and warm as evidence of your encounter.
“okay,” he says finally, “i just realized how much i love you. that’s all.”
you blink at him, the plush on his stomach still pressing on yours as he holds one arm now by your head, holding himself over you. his other hand still caressing your cheek. you give him a small, weak smile, though it didn’t lack in genuineness.
“you only just realizing that? should i be concerned?” you joked.
though jason’s expression remains serious. “no ma, i mean… i really love you.” looking from eye to eye. “more than life itself and i’m so grateful for you.”
before you knew it, your lip shook and brows furrowed as you said his name. infatuation in your tone as you spoke the truth into the air. “i love you too.”
he shakes his head. “i know that. and ive known i loved you for years now. it’s just, god, it’s overwhelming how much i feel for you.” he admits.
you gulp. the feelings he had were always heartfelt and deeply thoughtful. when jason said it, you knew he weighed it heavy on his heart before he voiced it to you. even though he told you every little thought he had, he spoke about it like it was holy. like religion and you prayer he recalled.
“you’re everything to me too jay,” you sigh. “i’m not sure i’d survive this place without you.”
a moment passes before he nudges his nose to yours, nuzzling closer as you feel his breath on your face. “i’d follow you anywhere.”
you kiss him then, pulling him tighter against you despite how close you already were. letting your tongue tangle with his as you remained connected, though only now it felt like both body and soul.
there was never a way to express it before but jason made it better. he found a way to let it out that you’d accepted now, even as words failed to find you here. only actions could accurately convey it for you now in comparison to his meticulously chosen words. jason kisses you back just as needy, pressing his lips to your jaw as you hummed in response. he kisses you like he’s fucking starving, practically devouring your mouth while you’re happily helpless to it.
the words i love you, seared into your skin as he continually says it. gentle lips on your skin as you tilt your head into the soft pillow.
“thus with another kiss,” he sighs as he presses his lips to yours again. “i seal your existence to mine.”
“that’s definitely not what he says.” giggling as he continued to pepper you with kisses meant to tickle you with the brush of his stubble. neither of you caring enough to retort.
the only thought of him on your mind as he holds you in his big strong arms. your legs aching around his waist but you hardly cared. in his arms you felt whole and he admitted that in yours he felt human.
loverboy!jason | fluffy smut | your honor, they’re in love
jason todd touched you with such reverence and desperation—surely you never minded.
gentle like he wanted to ensure you’d remain. watching you walk across the apartment barefoot and sleepy, rubbing your eyes with nothing but a sweater he gave you after date night and a pair of boy shorts. he swallows thickly as you lean against his back while he made breakfast, pretending that the eggs in front of him were more interesting.
then you made a humming sound that was from contentment but too close to a moan. that’s when he turns around and grabs you by your waist, seating you onto the counter. oblivious to how affected he was, you smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips. all resolve crumbled then and there.
the thing is, sometimes he gets so caught up in it, in touching you and prolonging the moment that you become impatient. dragging his perfect lips over your skin, letting the shivers chill down your body. only then, when you’re writhing beneath him, will he give you what you want.
though he’s insatiable when it comes to you.
he’ll fuck you when he’s half asleep, groaning lowly by your ear when you crawl into bed. hands wandering down between your legs as he ruts himself against you, pressing his hard length up on your inner thigh. moaning when you palm back at him and he buries his head in your neck.
the two of you hardly talk on these nights, he just pulls down your pants and coats himself in the slick he’d inspired. only jason likes to whisper praises to you. even then, when his eyes are closed and his groans bless your ears, he teases you. rubbing his thumb on your sensitive clit while you return in whines of equal lust. by the time he’s actually rubbing himself against you, it’s just to coat your essence around him as though teasing himself as well as you.
“jay,” you’ll sigh, clawing at his forearms enough to leave a soft pink lines. “just put it in.”
a chuckle slips as he kisses your cheek. “i don’t get a please tonight ma?”
the tears in your eyes sting and roll down your cheek. you let out a frustrated groan and buck into him when he tsks. he bites his lip while he watches your face, a bead of sweat wicking down his forehead when he shakes his head.
“i wanna enjoy you.” tickling breath by your ear. “we don’t have to rush.”
though you’re practically crying and bucking up into him. “if you don’t fuck me, i’m going to fuck you jason.”
that seems to make him laugh, stopping movements and letting his tip catch at your entrance. when your breath catches, he grins down at you and holds your hip tight.
“as tempting as that sounds, i wanna do this for you.”
the feeling of his heavy length inching inside, it’s enough to ruin. overwhelming in the best way possible, you never truly get used to the way he fits and the way he understands your body than you do. his hands snake around your waist, moving up and squeezing the underside of your chest. manhandling in its gentlest form as he guides you closer to him and pushes deeper inside. your mouth falls open, but jason uses that too.
thick fingers are pushed past your lips. just as you moan around them, jason takes your hands from clawing at his back and pulls your fingers apart, putting them in his own mouth. he answers your moan with a groan of his own, his eyes unrelenting on yours as he bottoms out and chuckles. the vibrations of his voice hitting your supple fingertips as he tongues at your skin. the salty taste making the moment more intimate as you realize he tastes the same.
thrusting in a devastating pace, your eyes begin to roll. the look of him, your fingers in his mouth as his touched you all the same, it was everything all at once. he touched so deeply, everywhere.
“you can take it ma,” panting lowly as he moves.
reaching the places you could never touch, kissing your cervix in the way that drowns you because that’s always his goal—to ruin you.
the warmth of his chest on yours was searing in a way that felt like a hot shower, pulling you into the heat. the scent of his skin began to overwhelm and he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and kisses the tips of yours before your lips.
jason loves to see you like this, heaving as you desperately try to hold on for him for god knows why. he lifts your leg further on his hip, hitching it around before ultimately hiking your thigh up higher. and higher. stopping when you gape at him and the backs of your thighs are pressed against his chest. there’s a shakiness in his voice that you recognized as him holding back.
“feel good baby?” he coos in a barely restrained voice.
you nod vigorously, tangling your fingers in his lock and pulling him into a harsh kiss. teeth clashing as he soothes it with his pretty tongue, pulling back to suck on the muscle between your lips. you moan in surprise when he turns it sharp with the shift of his hips, hitting impossibly deeper at this angle now. the peak builds like a dam on the verge of flooding. jason sees it.
movements speeding up as he watches your face contort, the dark hair by his neck clings to his skin. he sighs your name as he kisses your knuckles, still so much reverence in his care.
“that’s it,” he pants. “give me everything ma.”
a whine escapes you at his action, wanting to hide from him as he holds you there. “please jay.”
“that’s not far,” a chuckle touches your ears delicately, making your eyes widen at him. “you can’t hide this part from me. it’s my favourite.”
a frustrated moan slips, “you’re being mean.”
“this is mean?” exclaiming without faltering his movements, sloppily kissing you while he sounded like he were struggling to breathe deeply. “i’m making you cum and it’s mean?”
despite how close you were, you laugh too. breath quickly hitching as he continues moving in and out of you, thrusts sloppy as he bites his plump bottom lip as trying to keep ahold of himself. when you whine his name again, he makes a breathless sound you’d wished you could replay.
though you could feel how close he was now too. how his breath faltered and his pace was sloppy beyond compare. lifting your hips to no avail as he holds you down with his weight, that’s when you can tell his resolve crumbles. he drops a had between you and makes desperate circles, letting his voice tickle your eardrum as he rasps. you cry out as he guides your head to the crook of his neck and coos.
“be a good girl, yeah? let me feel it.”
it’s embarassing how fast he got you there with just a little extra simulation and his voice. you gasp his name as you let go, clamping around him so tightly while you shake in his grips. jason’s not far behind, whispering profanities as he sighs your name back to you. driving himself impossibly deeper as he lifts his weight only to drop it back down into you. his fingers never stop against you as he does it, groaning out before you feel how he struggles.
“please,” demeanour shifting as he continues to move. “can i please ma?”
you already know what he’s asking. you’ve given him permission time and time again but still he asks. effortlessly gentleman like as he considers you before himself, you feel your limp fingers reach for his cheek. caressing as you nod.
eyes still on yours as he melts into you, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck as he groans. you feel him drive himself a few more times before he buries to the hilt. pulse after pulse, hot against your walls, while he continues to grind into you overstimulating both of you as he does it. it’s not until tears go down your face that he looks to you and he stills, kissing you tight as he quivers into your mouth.
that’s when you notice it. it’s when you see the warm streak on his face and you pull away.
“baby are you crying?” you ask him before he can ask you.
“you are too,” he sniffles, wiping the tear from your cheek while he lets your other legs rest on his hip.
a soft chuckle slips from your lips as you take a deep breath. “yeah, for a different reason. besides, i asked you first.”
“i said it second.”
then you give him a stern look. it crumbles just as fast as it forms when you see his perfect face, sweaty and warm as evidence of your encounter.
“okay,” he says finally, “i just realized how much i love you. that’s all.”
you blink at him, the plush on his stomach still pressing on yours as he holds one arm now by your head, holding himself over you. his other hand still caressing your cheek. you give him a small, weak smile, though it didn’t lack in genuineness.
“you only just realizing that? should i be concerned?” you joked.
though jason’s expression remains serious. “no ma, i mean… i really love you.” looking from eye to eye. “more than life itself and i’m so grateful for you.”
before you knew it, your lip shook and brows furrowed as you said his name. infatuation in your tone as you spoke the truth into the air. “i love you too.”
he shakes his head. “i know that. and ive known i loved you for years now. it’s just, god, it’s overwhelming how much i feel for you.” he admits.
you gulp. the feelings he had were always heartfelt and deeply thoughtful. when jason said it, you knew he weighed it heavy on his heart before he voiced it to you. even though he told you every little thought he had, he spoke about it like it was holy. like religion and you prayer he recalled.
“you’re everything to me too jay,” you sigh. “i’m not sure i’d survive this place without you.”
a moment passes before he nudges his nose to yours, nuzzling closer as you feel his breath on your face. “i’d follow you anywhere.”
you kiss him then, pulling him tighter against you despite how close you already were. letting your tongue tangle with his as you remained connected, though only now it felt like both body and soul.
there was never a way to express it before but jason made it better. he found a way to let it out that you’d accepted now, even as words failed to find you here. only actions could accurately convey it for you now in comparison to his meticulously chosen words. jason kisses you back just as needy, pressing his lips to your jaw as you hummed in response. he kisses you like he’s fucking starving, practically devouring your mouth while you’re happily helpless to it.
the words i love you, seared into your skin as he continually says it. gentle lips on your skin as you tilt your head into the soft pillow.
“thus with another kiss,” he sighs as he presses his lips to yours again. “i seal your existence to mine.”
“that’s definitely not what he says.” giggling as he continued to pepper you with kisses meant to tickle you with the brush of his stubble. neither of you caring enough to retort.
the only thought of him on your mind as he holds you in his big strong arms. your legs aching around his waist but you hardly cared. in his arms you felt whole and he admitted that in yours he felt human.
loverboy!jason | fluffy smut | your honour, they’re in love
jason todd touched you with such reverence and desperation—surely you never minded.
gentle like he wanted to ensure you’d remain. watching you walk across the apartment barefoot and sleepy, rubbing your eyes with nothing but a sweater he gave you after date night and a pair of boy shorts. he swallows thickly as you lean against his back while he made breakfast, pretending that the eggs in front of him were more interesting.
then you made a humming sound that was from contentment but too close to a moan. that’s when he turns around and grabs you by your waist, seating you onto the counter. oblivious to how affected he was, you smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips. all resolve crumbled then and there.
the thing is, sometimes he gets so caught up in it, in touching you and prolonging the moment that you become impatient. dragging his perfect lips over your skin, letting the shivers chill down your body. only then, when you’re writhing beneath him, will he give you what you want.
though he’s insatiable when it comes to you.
he’ll fuck you when he’s half asleep, groaning lowly by your ear when you crawl into bed. hands wandering down between your legs as he ruts himself against you, pressing his hard length up on your inner thigh. moaning when you palm back at him and he buries his head in your neck.
the two of you hardly talk on those nights, he just pulls down your pants and coats himself in the slick he’d inspired. only jason likes to whisper praises to you. even then, when his eyes are closed and his groans bless your ears, he teases you. rubbing his thumb on your sensitive clit while you return in whines of equal lust. by the time he’s actually rubbing himself against you, it’s just to coat your essence around him as though teasing himself as well as you.
“jay,” you’ll sigh, clawing at his forearms enough to leave a soft pink lines. “just put it in.”
a chuckle slips as he kisses your cheek. “i don’t get a please tonight ma?”
the tears in your eyes sting and roll down your cheek. you let out a frustrated groan and buck into him when he tsks. he bites his lip while he watches your face, a bead of sweat wicking down his forehead when he shakes his head.
“i wanna enjoy you.” tickling breath by your ear. “we don’t have to rush.”
though you’re practically crying and bucking up into him. “if you don’t fuck me, i’m going to fuck you jason.”
that seems to make him laugh, stopping movements and letting his tip catch at your entrance. when your breath catches, he grins down at you and holds your hip tight.
“as tempting as that sounds, i wanna do this for you.”
the feeling of his heavy length inching inside, it’s enough to ruin. overwhelming in the best way possible, you never truly get used to the way he fits and the way he understands your body than you do. his hands snake around your waist, moving up and squeezing the underside of your chest. manhandling in its gentlest form as he guides you closer to him and pushes deeper inside. your mouth falls open, but jason uses that too.
thick fingers are pushed past your lips. just as you moan around them, jason takes your hands from clawing at his back and pulls your fingers apart, putting them in his own mouth. he answers your moan with a groan of his own, his eyes unrelenting on yours as he bottoms out and chuckles. the vibrations of his voice hitting your supple fingertips as he tongues at your skin. the salty taste making the moment more intimate as you realize he tastes the same.
thrusting in a devastating pace, your eyes begin to roll. the look of him, your fingers in his mouth as his touched you all the same, it was everything all at once. he touched so deeply, everywhere.
reaching the places you could never touch, kissing your cervix in the way that drowns you because that’s always his goal—to ruin you.
the warmth of his chest on yours was searing in a way that felt like a hot shower, pulling you into the heat. the scent of his skin began to overwhelm and he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and kisses the tips of yours before your lips.
“you can take it ma,” panting lowly as he moves.
jason loves to see you like this, heaving as you desperately try to hold on for him for god knows why. he lifts your leg further on his hip, hitching it around before ultimately hiking your thigh up higher. and higher. stopping when you gape at him and the backs of your thighs are pressed against his chest. there’s a shakiness in his voice that you recognized as him holding back.
“feel good baby?” he coos in a barely restrained voice.
you nod vigorously, tangling your fingers in his locks and pulling him into a harsh kiss. teeth clashing as he soothes it with his pretty tongue, pulling back to suck on the muscle between your lips. you moan in surprise when he turns it sharp with the shift of his hips, hitting impossibly deeper at this angle now. the peak builds like a dam on the verge of flooding. jason sees it.
movements speeding up as he watches your face contort, the dark hair by his neck clings to his skin. he sighs your name as he kisses your knuckles, still so much reverence in his care.
“that’s it,” he pants. “give me everything ma.”
a whine escapes you at his action, wanting to hide from him as he holds you there. “please jay.”
“that’s not far,” a chuckle touches your ears delicately, making your eyes widen at him. “you can’t hide this part from me. it’s my favourite.”
a frustrated moan slips, “you’re being mean.”
“this is mean?” exclaiming without faltering his movements, sloppily kissing you while he sounded like he were struggling to breathe deeply. “i’m making you cum and it’s mean?”
despite how close you were, you laugh too. breath quickly hitching as he continues moving in and out of you, thrusts sloppy as he bites his plump bottom lip as if trying to keep ahold of himself. when you whine his name again, he makes a breathless sound you’d wished you could replay.
though you could feel how close he was now too. how his breath faltered and his pace was sloppy beyond compare. lifting your hips to no avail as he holds you down with his weight, that’s when you can tell his resolve crumbles. he drops a hand between you and makes desperate circles, letting his voice tickle your eardrum as he rasps. you cry out as he guides your head to the crook of his neck and coos.
“be a good girl, yeah? let me feel it.”
it’s embarassing how fast he got you there with just a little extra simulation and his voice. you gasp his name as you let go, clamping around him so tightly while you shake in his grips. jason’s not far behind, whispering profanities as he sighs your name back to you. driving himself impossibly deeper as he lifts his weight only to drop it back down into you. his fingers never stop against you as he does it, groaning out before you feel how he struggles.
“please,” demeanour shifting as he continues to move. “can i please ma?”
you already know what he’s asking. you’ve given him permission time and time again but still he asks. effortlessly gentleman like as he considers you before himself, you feel your limp fingers reach for his cheek. caressing as you nod.
eyes still on yours as he melts into you, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck as he groans. you feel him drive himself a few more times before he buries to the hilt. pulse after pulse, hot against your walls, while he continues to grind into you overstimulating both of you as he does it. it’s not until tears go down your face that he looks to you and he stills, kissing you tight as he quivers into your mouth.
that’s when you notice it. it’s when you see the warm streak on his face and you pull away.
“baby are you crying?” you ask him before he can ask you.
“you are too,” he sniffles, wiping the tear from your cheek while he lets your other legs rest on his hip.
a soft chuckle slips from your lips as you take a deep breath. “yeah, for a different reason. besides, i asked you first.”
“i said it second.”
then you give him a stern look. it crumbles just as fast as it forms when you see his perfect face, sweaty and warm as evidence of your encounter.
“okay,” he says finally, “i just realized how much i love you. that’s all.”
you blink at him, the plush on his stomach still pressing on yours as he holds one arm now by your head, holding himself over you. his other hand still caressing your cheek. you give him a small, weak smile, though it didn’t lack in genuineness.
“you only just realizing that? should i be concerned?” you joked.
though jason’s expression remains serious. “no ma, i mean… i really love you.” looking from eye to eye. “more than life itself and i’m so grateful for you.”
before you knew it, your lip shook and brows furrowed as you said his name. infatuation in your tone as you spoke the truth into the air. “i love you too.”
he shakes his head. “i know that. and i’ve known that i loved you for years now. it’s just, god, it’s overwhelming how much i feel for you.” he admits.
you gulp. the feelings he had were always heartfelt and deeply thoughtful. when jason said it, you knew he weighed it heavy on his heart before he voiced it to you. even though he told you every little thought he had, he spoke about it like it was holy. like religion and you the prayer he recalled.
“you’re everything to me too jay,” you sigh. “i’m not sure i’d survive this place without you.”
a moment passes before he nudges his nose to yours, nuzzling closer as you feel his breath on your face. “i’d follow you anywhere.”
you kiss him then, pulling him tighter against you despite how close you already were. letting your tongue tangle with his as you remained connected, though only now it felt like both body and soul.
there was never a way to express it before but jason made it better. he found a way to let it out that you’d accepted now, even as words failed to find you here. only actions could accurately convey it for you now in comparison to his meticulously chosen words. jason kisses you back just as needy, pressing his lips to your jaw as you hummed in response. he kisses you like he’s fucking starving, practically devouring your mouth while you’re happily helpless to it.
the words i love you, seared into your skin as he continually says it. gentle lips on your skin as you tilt your head into the soft pillow.
“thus with another kiss,” he sighs as he presses his lips to yours again. “i seal your existence to mine.”
“that’s definitely not what he says.” giggling as he continued to pepper you with kisses meant to tickle you with the brush of his stubble. neither of you caring enough to retort.
the only thought of him on your mind as he holds you in his big strong arms. your legs aching around his waist but you hardly cared. in his arms you felt whole and he admitted that in yours he felt human.
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jason is about to start going on his diet to reveal the muscles he’d been meticulously building for months. just hiding beneath a layer of delicious pudge you loved dearly.
but secretly, you don’t want him to.
you’d miss the warmth that his body radiates off of him and how secure you felt in his arms at night. how soft his chest was with the extra cushion he’d had, though you loved how strong he felt beneath it all too. or how good he looked in the morning when he’d stretch, and his shirt would raise enough for you to get a look of his abdomen and the happy trail leading to—
“you’re staring again,” he says, snapping you out of it.
“sorry, can’t help it,” sighing as you sit up on your bed, comforter gripped tight in your hands. “i am enjoying the show.”
he makes the same face he always makes, the one that pretends that he’s annoyed but you both know he’s not.
slowly, his resolve crumbles and a smirk emerges as he walks back towards the bed. his hand extends towards you to catch your wrist, fingers wrapping effortlessly around and tugging it up toward his lips. he kisses the back of your hand and stares at you through his half lidded eyes, the whole time.
when you decide you wanted to go to the gym with him, you end up gawking at him the whole time. jason’s got the barbell over his head and benching at least six plates on either side. groaning at the last couple reps while you stand by the mirror ahead of him, dumbbell in your hand doing the worlds slowest bulgarian split squats.
after he wiped his sweat, you notice his gaze on you this time. he moves closer with some of his own dumbbells and his presence looms over you like a protective shield. it wasn’t even leg day for him, but he always stays near you like a human barrier. jason starts to work in with you, the weight in his arms a ridiculous size and amount that it looked difficult to carry. but jason didn’t look like he was struggling at all.
“hmm, like this baby.” he coos from behind you. one of his hands slipping to your thigh and the other beneath your elbow. “breathe a little deeper and drive your knees out.”
then he sets up the smith machine with no hesitation, lifting up the plates and putting them on the bar for you. he encourages you to lift heavier, says he knows you can do a little more than that. from behind you, his hard body was unmistakable, pressing against your ass. he groans when you make a movement. his warm breath by your ear was entirely distracting but you did your reps, finished your sets, and stole glances at him through the mirror only to find him already staring. you bite your lip to contain yourself, but what the fuck is the use anyway?
“see something you like?” he asks when he catches you for the nth time, shit eating grin plastered on his perfect face.
you barely make it to the change room.
tugging on the drawstrings of his sweatpants while he moans lowly into your mouth. he shuts the door with one arm while the other holds you up against him. he knows you don’t like to touch communal spaces, no matter how clean your gym may be. so jason holds you up against him, pulling your weight back into him over and over. moving your hips until you’re grinding back against him while his hands on your hips keep you firmly planted there. though he second guesses himself still and he watches you intensely.
“are you sure you’re good ma? we can go home.”
you shake your head vigorously, tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck to bring his mouth closer to yours. “i’m not waiting jay.”
when you fucked like this, it was an out of body experience.
mostly because jason held your weight and his own like no problem and there was nothing to dwell on but how it felt. he places a large palm over your mouth when he guides his length through your soaked folds. dragging it up and teasing before pushing inside like he belonged. he let you moan into his hand and watched your eyes roll back in your skull. he shushes you by your ear.
“i know baby, i know.” groaning out quietly as he prods to fit himself in. “fuck— you’re so tight.”
tears prickling at your eyes already, you shake your head slowly while his hips make slow circling movements. “it’s cause you’re so big.”
jason smiles wide, hips thrusting a little meaner as he watches you try grind back against him, but still not to the hilt yet. “yeah? i’m big? but you like that shit don’t you?”
you’re nodding through the haze of pleasure, nails gripping his back as he continue fucking you through it slowly. not even fully inside, giving half just to pull it away. like being manhandled in the gentlest way possible. his strength unmatched and his body intentional, grinding his hips back into you over and over just feeding a few inches before taking it away. waiting to see you whisper in his ear that you need more, desperation evident.
then he waits until he sees the tears by your eyes start to dissipate before he gives you anymore. feeding another inch inside, his eyes drop to watch him split you open. though even after taking him before this, you weren’t used to his size.
“jay, it’s too much.” you gasp out, the feeling overwhelming. “it won’t fit.” too much and not enough at the same time.
“you’ve done this before ma.” jason tsks, “and said you could handle it. so you can take it hmm?”
his voice deliciously sensual already. you cave immediately. your lip trembles and you nod to let him continue. immediately you moan out loud enough for someone to hear and jason clasps his palm right over your mouth again. but he doesn’t coo you through it, his eyes stay piercing yours while his rhythm picks up and he pushes himself deeper. choking on his own spit at how you felt around him, his hold on you remained tight. he stays buried for a minute to stare at you, watch you catch your breath and adjust to his size.
“can you move please?” you’ll ask breathlessly and he’ll shake his head.
“remember what i said baby. deep breaths.” mimicking what he meant, he watches you. breathing deep and letting it out harshly. when you copy him he smiles. “there you go ma.”
then he shifts his hips again and you lose your train of thought. more intense than it usually is, every movement he makes feels like it drags through you. like you’re pulsating around him and he purposefully continues. but his hands still on your mouth when he realizes that you’re close and he pushes further like he could reach the depths of you. kissing your cervix effortlessly while he turns your head to bite at his shoulder. cause it only felt like the good kind of pain, he’d say.
jason would feel his high approaching and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, reminding you how much he loves you like he wasn’t taking you apart without breaking a sweat, yet. his flush tip with the perfect curve, hitting sweet spots everytime. it was a good idea to make you bite down on something.
groaning into your hair, he lifts you sloppily up and down on him, creating the perfect friction. he almost whines when you clamp around him and whisper that you can’t hold on.
he pants by your ear and his voice is huskier than when he’s not like this. “gonna fuck you so full. take you again when we’re home.”
entirely feral just as you are for him, jason caves and sputters when you wrap your legs around him tighter. he’s just as gone as you and you’re practically begging him to follow through on his words. when you finally let go, that’s when he does too. shooting rope after rope and painting you deep from the inside. like the most beautiful and precious thing he’d ever held, he holds you through it.
his hips with a mind of his own, continuing to thrust up into even when your legs wobble around him. he keeps one arm around your waist, firm and stable while the other rests on the wall to keep him upright as he loses himself completely. still sloppily pushing back into you when you whimper and drop your head against his. that’s when he finally stills and pulls your hair gently, just enough to see your face again.
then he kisses you with all the sweetness the world has to offer. he deepens it as he eases you with both arms now, and keeps your legs around him so you don’t fall. letting lips trail down to your neck to leave gentle bites.
when the door gets knocked on hard, the voice that followed made both of your faces burn. suddenly it occurs to both of you that anyone could’ve heard you. roy’s voice is whisper yelling but you’re sure anyone could’ve heard him with how thin the walls are.
“please stop fucking so i can change outta my trunks. i’m chafing over here.”
synopsis: after a long, restless night, you decide to walk the gotham docks alone. fortunately, a broody jason todd is watching over you.
There’s a feeling of existential dread tonight.
Wasn’t it some kind of right of passage for women to feel a sense of impending doom on their birthdays?
That something deep within you was wrong and rotten and unfixable, especially on the day that should feel so special. The type of thoughts that meant you needed to take a shower and just go to sleep.
But you’d made the worst decision and decided to go out instead. To ignore the phone calls and the empty messages from friends you never even see anymore and choose to walk across the docks, alone.
What you weren’t entirely aware of was that Jason had the similar thoughts you’d harboured. The ones that fought to rip out in the open like it had always been there. He’d toy with the idea with his everyday life and how he rode into action.
But when the nights are quiet and the city buzzes with less excitement, that’s when Jason can rest his mind a little. By the windowsill he sits and coddles a half-lit cigarette from the other night, swearing he’s gonna quit but ultimately not. Telling himself it’s bad for him but knowing that death is inevitable. And that for a guy like him, death was expected.
The drag bellows with thick milky clouds that engulf him whole and knock the coherent thoughts from his head. Letting the smoke dance around him as he leans back against the bricks and ignores how the shitty fire escape creaks.
Ignoring how empty his house was and accepting how it felt to be alone. How his heart was thumping in his chest when the house made noises on its own or how much worse it was when it was silent.
His eyes lose focus as the smoke pulls him under and the darkness takes ahold of him. A distant siren pulls his consciousness just barely and shiver runs down his spine like it belonged there. From how high up his apartment was, he could see the people walking and moving around. It was so clear from this tall angle that every surrounding inch was visible. Every little sound and every moving car.
It was all the more loud when he was home that he chose to sit out here and ultimately smoke, just to avoid the sounds of his home. But his mind would wander to the inner workings of what it felt like to be in that position of control where you could dictate your feelings rather than them to you.
He’d stare at the end of road as the cigarette boated and the ash collected at the end of it. He’d watch a pigeon move from the corner of the roof and stop like it was watching him. Selfishly he would wonder about flight and about individually. Of how he could be his own person if he let go out of his past commitments and ignored the lives of the people he reluctantly cares for. He’d watch the bird inch closer like it had a secret to tell only him before scurrying away once Jason moved his hand. Flying away and swooping down to the bench across the street.
He stood up and watched the empty roads for an extended period of silent time before sighing and swinging his legs over the railing. He’d think about flight again and how close he could get to the bench. A deep breath slipping through his chapped lips as his eyes shut and the wind brushed through his hair. The cool breeze kissing his face in the most intimate way he could imagine. He thought of letting go. The fickle delirious thoughts that lied to him about his reality and repeated the same words he’d heard before.
“No one is coming for you.”
A sick feeling took home in his precious heart that was hardened by the years of distaste and anger for something he could not name.
His knuckles turned white from how hard he was gripping the rusty railing and he exhaled harshly when he loosened his grip. Opening his eyes and letting his lips part when he decided that the wind was the only constant thing in his life. That he’s like to live within it and imagine himself as a bird that flew through nations.
If God really wanted to play a sick joke on him, maybe he’d be reincarnated as a real robin.
The thought made him laugh a small sound before he took in a silhouette from across the street. Against the loading dock, where the water slashed so calmly it almost felt like it wasn’t Gotham, there he saw it.
Sitting dangerously close to the edge of the wall that had a fence you ignored. He tilted his head like it could make sense of it.
What were you doing out there so late at night?
Without rationalizing why he cared, Jason brushed off his consuming thoughts and narrowed in on you. You who seemed unconcerned and entirely distracted even when he walked behind you. You who didn’t seem fazed by the man lingering behind you because there was so much more on your mind. He didn’t usually smoke weed, but the scent of it lingering around you didn’t seem to bother him much.
He watched as you took a long drag and your eyes closed. Then, he sat down. Ignoring the irony of what he was just about to say to you and struggling to hide his grin.
As if Bruce hadn’t uttered the same words to him once.
“You know those things will kill you.” He says as he lets his legs dangle over the water with you.
You don’t respond. Instead, you take another drag, open your mouth and let the smoke bellow instead of absorb into your lungs. Like you were high enough and just wanted to feel the intoxication as it kissed your insides like a warm hug on a cold winter day. Except, it was summer and all you wanted to do was rot away.
“Sitting here is real dangerous too. Could get yourself killed.” He says as he reaches for the joint between your fingers and when you let go, he can barely hide his surprise.
He’s expected you to be unwilling to cooperate. What he’s seen in Gotham before. But instead he’s met with indifference and lack of care that mirrored his reflection. You lift your head to look at him though you look right back down and out at the horizon. Instead, you give it to him and he just holds it. Your expression doesn’t change. Neither does his but he settles back more comfortably and stares at the lit end.
The waves brush the edge of the smooth rocks at the bottom of the river. Soft splashing at the edge that soothe like white noise used to coo a child to sleep. The sound worked wonders on Jason when he tried it years ago, just enough to drown out the sound of his mind.
A couple minutes pass in this silence.
Finally, Jason remembers himself and his role in assisting citizens. His act of kindness that was both for himself and for you, who seemed to be lost in your thoughts.
Unsure of what for say, he offers the only thing on his mind first. “What’s your name?”
You answer softly, the word just audible enough to reach his ears. He nods and lets it fold over in his mind like it meant something.
“Okay,” he repeats your name back, “what’re we doing here?”
A deep sigh. “Thinking.”
He nods, trying not to show his impatience at your vague replies. He was already having a shit night. So he chooses to prompt you further.
“Thinking about…?”
“Oh you know,” vaguely gesturing through your half lidded eyes, “life and death.”
Concern continues to flood across his face.
“Death.” He says back to you as you nod.
“The finality of it.” You continue. “The peace that comes with it I guess.”
Jason breathes, “that’s comforting…” putting the joint down next to you and lets his hands rest at his side. “I can tell you with certainty there’s no complete finality in death.”
You look to him and blink slowly, eyes red and low. “How would you know?”
“Oh,” he starts before cutting himself off. “Just trust me I do.”
You don’t respond again. Expression blank as you watch the waves hit the rocks below you. This only seems to grow his worry. Jason sighs lowly and moves closer to you and picks the joint back up, bringing it up to his lips. That’s when you look. He takes a long drag and your eyes widen.
Letting the air escape him, he breathes out. “Indica? You get this from the cart across the street?” You blink at him and nod. Jason shakes his head and takes another long drag. “Good shit.”
He hands it back over to you and watches as you take an another hit. The two of you silently smoking the rest of your weed that he just blindly trusted. For some reason, your guard that was hardly even up to begin with, seemed to soften further at his blind trust.
He speaks up first again. “You gonna tell me what’s wrong now?”
With a heavy sigh, you shrug. “Nothing. That’s the problem.”
“Nothing is wrong yet you’re sitting here like you’re planning on jumping?” He questions. You nod and he frowns. “There’s gotta be a reason.”
“I’m not gonna jump douchebag.” you brush it off, “I’m just tired and I feel sad for no particular reason. Is that alright with you?” you scoff.
His eyes scan over you, evaluating and analytic in its care. Noticing your restlessness in how you’d bite of the inside of your cheek or twirl your thumbs. How you’d been silently watching the waves like it could tell you something he desperately needed the answer to as well.
Then his eyes fell on your face. The quiet observation inhibited and concentration on your pretty face. For the first time since he’d sat next to you, he takes in your beauty. Not in a lustful manner but in an appreciative one. He gives you a genuine smile and nudges your shoulder when you sigh softly, looking back to the docked boats by the bay.
“I know what you mean. It’s always like that for me around holidays.” He says suddenly. “Is it like that?”
You think for a moment while you watch how his eyes watched yours. Glossed over like he was out of his mind and you just smile.
“You don’t smoke much do you?” You ask.
For some reason, Jason smiles back. Maybe it was how warm your smile seemed to be despite the circumstances.
“Not in a very long time. Don’t try to change the subject now princess. I’m all invested.”
The nickname makes your heart flutter but something deeper weighs you down like it was clinging to your bones. You look to him again to scan over his clothes. The armoured vest on chest and the swallow cuts on his arms that looked like it have accumulated over years. You point to them.
“Could ask you the same thing dude.”
“I’m not the one sitting high and alone at a creek at three in the morning.” He pokes your side and brings his knees to cross just as yours are. Turning completely to his side to look at you.
That’s when you finally decide to talk about it. Cause maybe if you did say something, it could make you feel just a little better. “It’s my birthday.”
Jason blinks and looks at his watch. “…and you chose to walk here… at three in the morning…” emphasizing himself and driving the point across.
You shrug, “I didn’t go to sleep yet. I was just up… thinking.“
“Well,” he stands from his spot and extends his hand, “happy birthday. Let me buy you something to eat.”
You frown at him and stubbornly turn from his hand. “I’m not hungry and I’m not going to go eat with a random dude who bummed my weed off me. No sir thanks.”
“Jason.” He corrects as he squints at you, “so you’ll let me smoke with you but you won’t get a burger?”
Without a beat, “nope. You can leave now.”
He sighs dramatically, “okay how about if I say please? I don’t wanna have the image of a sad you falling and drowning on my conscious. Especially on your birthday of all days.”
Looking up at him, you see his eyes sparkle from the moonlight. Something shone from behind his eyes that couldn’t hide the way he felt and didn’t bother to say aloud. You watch his face and see the deep seated hurt that he couldn’t mask and the exhaustion that ran deep. Then your eyes fall to his hand still extended towards you. You lift yourself enough to reach him and take his hand, letting him pulling you onto your feet.
“So… I’m taking that as a yes?”
You force a tight smile. “Yes Jason, that is a yes.”
Jason Todd had a hell of an appetite.
He ordered four burgers. He said, ‘two for each of us’ and made sure they made them all combos.
Four burgers, four fries, and four drinks. Triple patties. Triple cheese. And he upsized the fries. You tapped out after the first combo and pushed the rest towards him, groaning as you slouched into your seat.
“I wasn’t going to kill myself but I think you’re trying to with high cholesterol.”
He snickers at your comment and pushes your drink towards you when you shake your head cause you felt like exploding.
The burger joint was open 24/7 and there was no one in there besides the teenage boy making the food, you, Jason, and a sleeping homeless man. Jason burps after his second burger and gestures to you.
“I believe in ya, you can finish your second fries at least.”
You gesture back towards them, “please be my guest bro.”
“Bro?” He says genuinely offended. “I’m not your bro.”
Still a little buzzed, you can’t help the giggle that you make from the heightened satisfaction felt at his annoyance. Laughing a little louder as he squints and grumbles, taking the fries from in front of you and stuffing his face with them. Biting the inside of his cheek when you hold your stomach and fold in on yourself at something that probably wasn’t even that funny, but Jason, he finds you amusing. Like a breath of fresh air amongst his suffocating feelings.
After you settle a bit and take a sip of your soda, Jason thinks more about how you just met. It’s almost like his face opens up more as he straightens his back out.
“So, you wanna talk some more about your day, birthday girl?”
“What else is there to say?” shrugging as you tug your sleeve. “I think it’s mostly a girl thing where you’re sad on your birthday. No big deal.”
“That’s just another symptom of society telling women that they should want to change more about themselves even on days that should feel happy. You don’t have to be happy all the time, you’re human.” resting his elbows on the table. “But I’m betting there’s gonna be a particular thing that caused it this time right?”
He used your dipping sauce from in front of you with no care, eyes still looking into yours.
“—See I can tell you why I hate holidays. Dead parents, neglectful father, dying, blah blah. See? You can tell me.”
A soft scoff escapes you, but no malice was behind it. “He did not just trauma dump on me.”
He hums, “I actually do that to everyone if I’m being honest.”
You’re about to retort when stuffs his face leaving you staring back at his chipmunk cheeks. He makes a sound of satisfaction and takes a long sip from your drink again cause he’d finished his.
“You are so gross dude,” but you can barely hide your smile.
He looks at you wide eyed. “What?” With his whole mouth full and somehow still endearing.
“Nothing.” you shrug nonchalantly as you check your phone and quickly shove it away.
Though he doesn’t miss how you seemed to withdraw but he chooses not to point it out. Instead, he wipes his mouth and puts the extra combo back into the greasy bag it came in. Fiddling with your fingers as you stare out the window and watch the moon disappear completely from your sight and a softer blue take its place.
It must’ve been around five in the morning at this point. Suddenly the insecurity of the exchange had become abhorrently apparent but before you could even think to get up and leave this strangely good looking man and take your high ass home, Jason stands.
He takes the bag with the food in his left hand and his other outstretches towards you.
“You seem exhausted. Let me take you home?”
You blink up at him and nod. Taking his hand and letting him lead you out the building. The homeless man who was sleeping was sitting by the curb now, a couple of bags and a bicycle with a basket in front of him. Jason squeezes your hand a little tighter in his as he keeps you next to him and walks straight to the man there.
You weren’t entirely sure what he was doing but from the smile on Jason’s face, you knew he was genuine in his nature.
“Ernie?” He calls out to the man still focused on something in his palm. “you hungry?”
The man you now knew who was named Ernie nods and sits up a little straighter, watching as Jason places the bag in his hands.
“That the double patty one again? Surprised you didn’t finish it.”
“It’s all yours Ernie. Tell your mother I said hi too.” He laughs as he walks sit by side you away from the restaurant.
Shrugging Jason off, he waves him away. “Yeah, yeah. I’m definitely not doing that pretty boy.”
Jason ignores his comment and continues on his way with you by his side. A soft goodbye as you move away from him.
You look up to Jason and are unable to contain your smile. “Pretty boy huh?”
He sighs, “he thinks I’m flirting with his mother.”
“Well are you?” Prying without meaning to.
Jason squints and shakes his head in defiance. “No.”
Squinting back, you counter. “Liar. You look like the milf loving type.” Expression falling, he tilts his head like he didn’t understand. You sigh, “you know— Mom I’d Like to Fuck.”
He nearly chokes in his spit. “How does one look like that?”
“Hmm, look in the mirror and you’ll see.”
Only shaking his head and continuing to walk, Jason takes your hand in his. When he feels you tense, he clears his throat and stammers. “Uh, so you don’t go wandering all high and shit.”
Blinking at him, “the high is gone actually.”
“Still.” he adds quickly. “Stay close. It’s dangerous at night.”
The walk down to your place was oddly quiet but you didn’t mind.
His presence had calmed you immensely. Usually being alone on your birthday was the course of action you’d take, even if a part of you wished there’d be someone to spent it with.
Jason filled that gap in the matter of hours.
Being around him felt safe and warm like a blanket out of the dryer. His presence provided a sense of security yours not sure you’ve felt since being a child.
Something about it just felt weirdly domestic.
The entire walk he didn’t try to let go of your hand. Instead he’d squeeze it gently when you crossed the two streets on your way here and loosen it as he pulled you to the inside of the sidewalk so he’d be toward the street.
At the turn to your apartment, Jason fiddles with your hand in his before tugging it into his pocket. Looking up at him just as he looks down at you, the stretched silence suddenly becomes louder.
“You felt cold.” He simply says, giving a small tight, unsure smile. You nod to hide how flustered you’d gotten but mostly to eng what seemed to be the intense way he’d gotten flustered.
Deciding to offer something back, you don’t think before the words slip past your lips. “You’ve got really big hands.”
Jason freezes. His hand tensing around yours like the words had struck him and he hasn’t suspected you’d say something like that at all. Immediately you feel the heat rising up to your face and the burning sensation of embarrassment taking ahold.
“Uh, thank you. I think.”
Your hand on the front door, gripping it tight before you turn to find him looking down at his feet. Distracted like he was deep in thought. Watching something on the ground or maybe just looking to look. Dipping your head slightly, you stare at his tapping foot before you look back up to his distracted face. You call out, “hey.” and he looks up with a look that you weren’t sure if you’d noticed all night. Puppy like and eyes glimmering under the rising sun.
“Good night Jason.”
He flashes his teeth and lifts a hand from his pocket. “Good night ma.”
When the door shuts behind you with a soft click, only then does Jason look the last place you’d touched—the doorknob.
Then, his gaze falls to his hand.
It takes him a couple minutes to move his feet, something glued him down to his place like he’s afraid he won’t be there again. An ache taking form again like it had earlier in the day. That’s when the light clicks on through the window downstairs and Jason sighs. As though grounded by your very existence.
You hardly realize he was still there, just vaguely realized it through his retreating silhouette a moment later. A piece of paper falls from your jacket as you shrug it off and it takes you all of three seconds to react to it.
He left you his phone number attached with a note.
maybe it’s too forward but i’m not sure i care. i hope you’ll call me, even if you want to sit dangerously close to a loading dock. either way, i’ll be here princess. —j
By the time you reach for the door, ready to invite him inside or admit all the things you’d thought about him all night, it’s too late. You yank it open and you’re met with empty air. He had already left and the number clutched in your hand stared back at you as if in challenge.
And you’re already pulling out your phone with a stupid grin on your face.
jason todd can never fuck you without seeing your face.
he works himself up just to lean himself all the way over, breaking his neck just to kiss you. ignoring how his bones ached in protest and his hips bucked.
at first you think he’s just being sweet, not letting you suck him off because he wants you closer, or making you lay on your back instead of your stomach. his eyes watching yours and trailing across your face as though it was all he needed.
even when you closed your eyes, basked in the feeling of him and tried to get used to the stretch. jason didn’t even need words when they failed you, instead he read your face. felt how you tensed and your hands grabbed at his back. he cooed a response out of you.
“that feel good ma?” rasping with difficulty as you gasped softly. then you nodded and he cupped your cheek, voice soft as feathers as he spoke to you. “can you tell me how it feels?”
a shudder runs through you as he shifts his hips just barely. “good. it feels really, really good.”
then he smiles and rolls onto his back, pulling you into his lap as he did it. you sink back onto him so easily this time, sighing in unison as he seated himself fully inside. his hands fell to your ass, taking cupfuls as you fluttered your lashes at him when he began moving you. slowly at first but quickly his movements grew more frantic as the sounds rumbled from his chest and echoed through your skin, penetrating your thoughts in the same way he did your body.
jason loves to watch you lost yourself in it, seeing the hunger grow from your shyness and fucks you til you’re begging him for more. because you are as insatiable as he is and even more is never enough.
after he coaxes you through an orgasm and stares through half lidded eyes, you try changing the position yourself. though you fail, collapsing onto his chest and begging for more with that hoarse tone in your voice that told him you were exhausted.
jason could never deny his sweet girlfriend from his touch could he?
pulling off his lap, he moved to situate himself over you once again. pulling out just for a moment while you flop onto your stomach, sighing into the pillow dreamily. he blinks as he hovers over you, hand grazing your side as he says your name. swallowing thickly as the sight of you arching for him, stomach flat on the mattress as you pulled your arms under the pillow, burying your face into it and got more comfortable.
jason breathes heavier as he rasps. “i wanna see your face too princess, come on.”
though you only hum and murmur something that sounded like ‘mm too tired’. jason snakes his arm under your chest and pulls you up by your throat, not enough to hurt, but just enough to coax. your hand slides behind you, guiding his throbbing length through your puffy folds before sinking back onto him. sucking him in and moaning as you arch your back further. jason nearly chokes on his spit and pulls your face towards him, craning his neck just to kiss you even as you start to fold in on yourself when he picks up the pace.
the sound of his skin on yours is obscene, the pace he keeps is relentless. his eyes watch your shut ones as pushed you into another orgasm and reach your peak with a whimper. jason swallows the sweet sound from between your lips and lets your hands weakly tug at his hair at the crown of his neck more harshly than you’d intended.
the pain doesn’t bother him then. if anything, the sting reminds him you’re still there.
when you’re limp against him, shuddering from the feeling, he lets you gently onto the sheets. jason manhandles you onto your back again, fucking you right as you’re blissed out on him, humming with his name on your tender lips from how hard he’d been kissing you from behind. he’s rougher with you now that he can see your face fully again. that was exactly what he needed to tip over the edge. he moans your name out broken, dark hair sticking to his forehead as his perfect heterochromic eyes bore into your glazed ones.
“you’re so perfect ma,” he whimpers gorgeously. “god, you’re so beautiful.”
though the fucked out grin you gave him made him sputter and groan. hips stuttering as he gave powerful thrusts into you and let go, painting your walls a milky white you could practically taste. even then his eyes are open, arms braced by your head so he didn’t crush you with his weight and also to continue to see your face as your mouth gaped open in a silent moan. tongue touching the tip of your top teeth before you giggled at him weakly. grazing your fingernails up his back as he shudders again and continues to thrust into you like he couldn’t resist, not when he’s got you under him like this.
you have to pull him to lay all the way down so he is laying over you, his weight like a heavy blanket that could lull you to sleep. dick so good it sends you into full rem quickly.
though when you wake up in the morning, jason’s laying on his side, his hand draped over your waist as your leg hung over his. and his eyes were set right on yours, lips ready to say your name like it had taken permanent residence on his tongue.
not proofread! im fighting demons so mb for not updating regularly lmao :p
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i only just saw this, my apologiess but thank u sm for reading and for your kind words r u kidding??🥹🥹💗
i will definitely write this because i also love this song and this request. just be prepared for it to hurt babes…
hii i just saw your work and first of all, i want to tell you how great you are at this!! but this reminded me of something, and i remembered seeing it somewhere a long time ago, so i did a little research and found your work righr here. https://share.character.ai/Wv9R/v73brg5q this is the first part, but i also saw another bot with the other half, but by a different author, i hope this won't upset youu you're so talented 🫂
oh wow this is genuinely upsetting. i’ve said multiple times that i don’t want my work used for ai, whether it’s bots or to train some fuckass system. this isn’t even the first time someone has told me but i have never actually seen my work used like this and im def annoyed. i tried reporting them but i doubt it’ll do anything, though maybe if more people do?
using someone’s work for ai is so fucking shitty, especially when i’m doing this out of genuine interest and enjoyment. it ruins it and it makes me not wanna write tbh. obviously i will continue but this is truly disheartening. pls report them and anyone else doing ts
thank you for telling me anyways, i appreciate u looking out <3
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the night is filled with distant glances and longing sighs as bruce wayne mingles with people he would much rather ignore for his beautiful wife.
he finds your eyes from across the room, silently pleading like he wanted to leave his own event even while he held conversation with some ceo. you’d return a pitiful glance, halfhearted pouts that he’d accept with a slow blink. though while he listened to a new proposal, one that didn’t make any sense to him, bruce struggled to look in their eyes when he knew you were so near yet out of reach.
everyone knows about bruce wayne’s wife. the party is aware of how he melts around you and shows teeth rather than a scornful look when he’s annoyed. his poker face is a lot better too. but when he truly feels like he’s suffocating, as though someone was restricting his ability to be unapologetically himself, bruce can’t hide it. at least not from you.
your husband is overworked and most definitely overpaid. though there isn’t a man in the world more deserving of such freedoms you’re sure. humanity his compass and the broken system of justice which dictates his own. faith driven by pure blind vengeance that has softened in the years you’d come to love him so deeply. compassion and outward appearances of affection you’d cherished. his shoulders relaxing around you.
tonight, he sent the driver home early. he’d let him take one of the cars in his garage and paid him anyway with a tired smile he always gave you when he’d get home late. loosening his tie with one hand, he watches as you play with the stereo. he’d usually just drive in silence, now he’d become accustomed to your taste.
but you knew he still needed the silence sometimes.
the drive home tonight is epically quiet. his voice a sound you wished you could hear but know you won’t because he needs a moment. peers using him as means to their own ends, seeing dollar signs where human emotion should be considered. bruce internalizes it. he pushes it all down until he snaps and it all falls on himself or his sons. you remind him of the fact when he scratches his chin too hard and the red mark remains. when you see the bags begin to form or the line between his brows. he lets you smooth it out with a gentle smile that melts your heart like ice.
now his hands find their way to you anyway, sitting warm as he grips your thigh. fingers idle on the bare skin, still as if in waiting. he catches your eye at the red light, watching as it illuminates your skin amid the dark gotham night. like a sterling path of light through his dark thoughts. you pretend not to notice him staring at the side of your face when you stare at the side mirror.
bruce doesn’t like to be disturbed when he’s deep in thought. he doesn’t enjoy company that is uninvited. but with his wife, his beautiful loving wife, bruce has immense patience.
no one else can gauge his moods in the way you can. no one else sees how anger is truly concern or how his indifference is really acceptance.
he’s a man who has put all his faith into a broken system that has beat down his loved ones time and time again. bruce has to believe that it’s all for something. that he did this for a reason behind superficial tangibility. he admits to you in the quiet moments that it’s for you. for his family. for the child he hopes you’ll let him give you. admits that you ground him and keep his sand.
for now, he keeps his palm on your knee, sliding up and down to your thigh like he’s soothing. though you know it’s more for him than for you. then he’s bringing your hand on your thigh up to his lips. he reminds you that even without words that he loves you bad, until it makes him devoid of anything else. delicate presses of his supple skin to the back of your hand before he nuzzles his nose against it. watching him completely turned now, you smile to yourself and graze his cheek with your freehand before he turns to kiss the palm of that one too.
existence was simply sufficient for him. your presence all he needed even when words failed to find him. though you’d also learned to love the silence and how his embrace was enough to warm your soul.
