#kiwifics

Jason Todd

Jason would 100% act disgusted by your kiss. "Eww, brush your teeth and mouth, dumbass, your kisses stink. Literally." He'd grumble out, lying through his teeth. But a smile would always threaten to spill out on his lips.

He loves it when you kiss him, and it makes him feel something he hasnt felt for ages- loved.

Dick Grayson

Dick would smile gently and kiss you back softly. He'd drag the kiss on for another 10-15 seconds, before breaking it and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I love you heaps." He'd say softly, his eyes practically shining with love hearts. Dick is just sweet like that. And he isn't afraid to show it.

Wally West

Wally is the type of guy to instantly wrap his arms around your waist, hands gripping your ass hard, as he slips his tongue in your mouth. He always takes a simple kiss and turns it into a dirty, 18+ one.

"Bed. NOW." He'd demand once he breaks the kiss, not bothering to wait for the answer as he carries you in his arms, heading for the bedroom.

Conner Kent

Conner would blush softly at the kiss, before he melts and kisses you back. His arms would gently wrap around your neck. He'd kiss for roughly 7 seconds, before breaking it.

Your the smartest, most popular, and most utterly gorgeous girl at Gotham Academy. You never get less than a 90% on exams, you have a perfect attendance, perfect smile, hell, a perfect everything! At only 17, you've accomplished so much. Captain of the cheer team. Spiker on the Volleyball team. Fullback on the Field Hockey team. Not to mention, you manage to charm all easily. ESPECIALLY the boys.

EXCEPT Damian.

Damian Wayne.

He's in most of your classes, he's the same age as you, just months older. You've been at the academy for a while now, but you've never really seemed to talk to him! You dont know why. You think he seems cute. "Girl, he's a super introverted asshole." Bethany, your friend, tells you. You, Bethany and Raya. Your two best friends. You 3 sit at your usual table, which is 7 tables away from Damian's. You cant help but feel a pang in your chest as you see Damian. All alone. No one sitting with him, laughing with him. 'Poor him..' you think.

"Ewww, look at that weirdo. Sitting all alone. Sketching away in his book. Probably drawing hentai or something." Raya, your Vietnamese friend, says with her thick accent. You cant help but roll your eyes at her words. A part of you, a HUGE part of you, feels sorry for him. You know all too well how it feels to be left out.

"I think Im going to go sit with him." You suddenly say to them. They both stare at you like you've grown fucking 4 heads. "Your joking, right?" Bethany blurts out, dumbfounded. "Nope. I'll see you girls in class, okay?" You say to the pair as you pick your bag up. "B-But-!" Raya blurts out, but by then, your already gone.

Your eyes land on Damian's figure. He's invested in his artbook. Sketching away. He's actually kinda (very) attractive in your opinion. Emerald dark green eyes, as sharp as blades, slick jetblack hair, fair smooth skin. He looks maybe like he'd be 6ft if he stood tall, maybe even 6ft 1. You gulp nervously and sit across from him. "Uuhmm, hello!" You greet him, giving him your iconic, beautiful smile. Your eyes shine beautifully.

Damian looks up from his sketchbook. His gaze locks on yours, before he says:

"Ew."

Your jaw (and heart) drops at his words. Your eyes widen. UHM, EXCUSE ME BITCH, THE AUDACITY?! you think in your head. You cant help but blurt out angrily, "EXCUSE ME?!" Your eyes narrow, all thoughts of how hot he is disappearing. No point of being hot but ugly on the inside.

Damian sighs and puts his sketchbook down. He closed it. He looks at you, clearly annoyed, and he says, "Your excused. Also, you're bothering me, so do me a favor and shut up. Or leave. I suppose both sound good." You scoff angrily, getting pissed off. "Dude, what's your problem? Im just tryna start a conversation, no need to be a JACKASS!" You snap at him, but he just rolls his pretty eyes and says bitterly,

"Listen here, little miss popular. Unlike everyone else at this school, I don't give two shits about what people think about me. I also dont care about stuck-up people like you. You don't 'woo' me with your looks. Your face annoys me. Everything about you annoys me. Your stupid ugly smile, like seriously, your teeth look yellow as fuck."

Your eyes widen, anger bubbling up. You really want to punch him in the face right now. But you don't. You snap his pencil in half, his beloved sketching pencil, and toss it on the floor. "You just made a new enemy, bitch." You say, before grabbing your bag, and walking back to Raya and Bethany.

Raya, who saw the whole commotion, rolls her eyes. "What did I tell you, 'Introverted asshole'. You gotta start listening to me, babes." You sigh and nod, agreeing. Maybe it was better if you didn't approach him. But still, he didn't have to be so- so rude.

...HOURS LATER...

Its 8pm. You're in bed, scrolling through your phone, watching tiktok. That's what most people do, right?

But not Damian.

Damian is up, using a new pencil to sketch in his bed. The pencil you had touched- you had snapped- is on a little shrine in his bedroom. In a glass-display case. Damian sketches, desire and obsession written all over his face as he stares at his artwork. A very beautiful, detailed sketch of you smiling. 'She's sooo beautiful when she's angry. I guess I know how Im going to draw her next.' Damian thinks to himself. Now, Damian's mind works differently. Most men would just ask you out, be direct.

"If I be nice like all those other imbeciles, I'll be rejected. Just like the rest. Maybe, just maybe, if im a jackass, she'll pay attention to me. Any attention, even bad attention, gosh, I need it. All I desire is her to think about me. Even if the thought is of how rude I was. But surely, I will make her fall for me. Soon. Very soon, SHE WILL BE MINE." He whispers to himself, pure hearts forming in his eyes as he kisses the sketch of you deeply.

And in that moment, Damian Wayne feels unhealthy obsession creep inside of him. Does he care? Nope.

You and Wally have been married for 5 years, known each other longer. You both met through being a part of Young Justice. I mean, instantly, you both hit it off. He made the first move. You were both 16. He proposed when you were both 20.

A few months after the wedding, you got pregnant. 8 months and 2 weeks later, you gave birth to your first baby: Arabella-Rose. Arabella had your hair color and Wally's green eyes. Oh, it was obvious Wally was in love with his baby girl. He loved to randomly call his friends and show her off to them- yet again, they didnt really mind- Arabella's truly a cute little girl. Arabella loves her daddy. Her first word was 'dada' in fact! And when she first walked- it was towards her daddy.

5 years later...

It is early morning. Its a Saturday, meaning Arabella doesnt have primary school today. Wally is still in bed, but you are making Arabella's breakfast, as she scribbles away on pieces of paper.

Suddenly, she slides you the piece of paper. You raise an eyebrow and ask, "Bella, baby, whats this?" Arabella crosses her arms and says, "Open it, mama."

You chuckle softly, expecting a cute little flower, or a picture of you and her- instead, when you open it, there is a note.

'STAY AWAEY FROM MY DADDY! MY HUZBAND!' It reads. You hold back a laugh, your eyes landing on her eyes. Beautiful emerald green- just like Wally's.

"Bella, your daddy is my husband." You tell her, before raising your hand up, gesturing to the diamond ring on your finger.

"Not anymore!" She declares as she crosses her arms. She lifts up her own hand, which has a little paper ring on one of her fingers. Arabella then stands in front of you. "Daddy is my husband now, me and him are getting married!" She says sassily. Ah yes- she definetly got the sass from you.

Just then, Wally walks into the kitchen, wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of blue shorts.

"Ayeee, there are my two favorite girls~" Wally says as he kisses your cheek. He then kneels down to Arabella's level and kisses her head and wraps her arms around her. "Morning, my speedy dove." He says, using the nickname he always uses for Arabella.

"Good morning, husband!" Arabella declares boldly, as she kisses her daddy's lips. Wally chuckles at her actions, pulling away. "Husband?" He repeats, before looking at you with a raised eyebrow. You, still being amused, yet a bit annoyed, hold up her note. He lets out a little 'ah'.

"Arabella, hunny, daddy loves you, but daddy already has a wife already. She's your mama." Wally explains as he sits down, holding Arabella's little body in his arms.

"B-B-But- what about me?! Am I nothing to you, daddy?!" Arabella says, appalled by his words. She pulls away, hitting his chest, tears welling in her eyes.

"Oh, Bella, no, no, no!" Wally says quickly, hugging her tight. "Your my daughter. My baby. My little girl." Wally rubs her back. Your heart melts at the warm sight.

"S-So daddy marry me?" She says softly, as Wally wipes her tears. "No, sweetie. It isnt daddy's job to marry you, hm? One day, when your older, you will find a nice guy. Handsome, tall, loyal- and he will marry you. Not daddy." Wally explains gently. You know the thought of Arabella marrying someone makes Wally upset and grumpy, but as much as he'd like to deny it, he knows that it'll happen one day.

Arabella wipes her tears, looking into her daddy's eyes with her own. "R-Really, daddy?" She says softly. She coos gently and cuddles him. "S-So...daddy will continue being married to mummy, and I will marry someone else?" You nod and say to her, "Pretty much. But, your not getting married yet. Enjoy childhood while it lasts, Bella." You kiss her head before sitting back down. Arabella finally smiles and giggles. "Okay mama, okay dada." Wally chuckles and says, "Good girl. Now, no more threats to mama, okay?" Arabella nods and kisses his cheek. "Okay dada. Sorry mama." She says. You chuckle and reply, "Its okay, Bella."

Wally rubs her back, before she says:

"How silly of me, marrying daddy, when I can marry Jack Grayson?!"

...Dick's son. Uh-oh. Wally instantly says:

Its 2:01am. Its late. Its cold. You are in bed, tossing and turning, groaning in your sleep and whining. You have enough: you need your Thomas Michael Shelby in bed with you. NOW.

You are wearing his oversized white shirt, no bra or panties. You simply put on a robe and some warm, black ankle socks and walk downstairs to his office, where you can already smell the smoke and whisky. You can also practically HEAR the stress radiating from him.

You finally reach his door. You open it quietly, and when you step in, his eyes locking on yours. "Love, why are you awake? Its early hours in the fuckin' morning, 'Christ." He says, his voice gruff yet soft. Only you have this power over him- the power to make the coldhearted Thomas Shelby a softie.

"Cant sleep bubba..." You whine as you climb into his lap and cuddle him. You nuzzle your head in his neck, whining adorably. "Its cold. I need your body to heat me up and keep me warm. I cant sleep without you."

Thomas sighs and wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back softly. "Oh, love. What are we gunna do with you, aye?" He kisses your head and says softly, "Go to bed, hm? I'll be there in 5."

You shake your head. "Lies, Tom. Pure lies. I know it is. You cant trick me anymore. Your tryna do an all-nighter again." He rests his hand on your plump ass, pushing the robe off and stroking it lovingly.

"Right, right then. 's just have one more document to go over and sign, then me and you can finally rest. Together. I promise." He says, his hand sinking in the curve of your ass cheeks, making you blush and whine. "Maybe we can even have a quick 'fuck." He adds in.

Just then, you both hear a 'eww' type-noise. You both freeze. You recognize that voice. "T-Tom-" You begin, but Thomas stands up, places you on his chair, does your robe properly, and growls. "John, I know thats fuckin' you, ya dirty pervert!!" He yells out.

Just then...

John peeks through the door. Followed by Ada. And Arthur. And even fucking Aunt Polly!

"WHAT THE ACTUAL' FUCKK?!" Thomas yells out angrily, stepping up to his family with strides. "Sorry, Tom, they dragged me into this.." Aunt Polly says apologetically. But Thomas knows better. He knows it was her call.

Its Saturday. Every Saturday and Sunday, Wally goes to see his Aunt Iris and Uncle Barry (who is also the Flash) in their nice rental house. Wally, being a speedster, has already made it to their door. It is currently 11:01am. He kicks his shoes off, knowing his aunt hates shoes in the house, and walks inside. He doesnt even knock, because he knows that Iris always keeps the door unlocked for her only nephew.

As he walks in, he calls out, "Aunt Irissss? Uncle Barryyy? Im here!" He walks further into the rental house, before stopping as he sees Iris and Barry...with this girl.

This girl looks around his age, 16. She looks...beautiful. Hot. Sexy. Attractive. All things good- that is what she looks like! Wally's eyes widen and his jaw drops dramatically. That girl is CURVVYYYY-

"Oh, hello, Wally!" Iris greets him with a sweet smile. She is seated down next to Barry, and that girl is sitting across from her. "Sit down, Wally! I want you to meet Y/N L/N, me and Barry are letting her stay here with us so she can attend the high school here."

Wally gulps and sits down next to you, his eyes accidentally lowering down to your tits- before looking away. "Y/N, this is my nephew, Wally. He also goes to the high school, so you guys will be in the same class." Iris says to you.

Barry sips on his coffee and chuckles. "Wally, your gonna have to show her around- the high school is quite big, isnt it?" Wally nods, before smirking and saying to you, "Im Wally. Wally West. Y/N, was it? Such a beautiful name for a beautiful woman~" Suddenly, all of Wally's Casanova-ness has come back to him.

You seem taken aback, laughing nervously. "A-Ah, thank you so much. I've heard so much about you from Iris and Barry, I-I look forward to seeing you more often."

Wally stands up, dusting his coat off, before saying, "Y/N, want me to show you around the city?" You pause at his request, before saying, "U-Uhm, Mr Allen and Mrs West-Allen, is that alright with you?" Iris chuckles and nods. You smile, getting up to go with him.