deep thrusts which have you clawing the sheets, lewd sounds of his cock pistoning out of your clutching heat, dragging against your most sensitive places, the practiced rolls of his hips. everything.
he doesnโt like hearing you whine and beg him to slow down, or stop. he knows you donโt actually mean that so he clamps a tight palm over your mouth and continues shifting your organs around so good.
he pulls your hair, chokes you, grips your hips so tight they might bruise. he cums inside of you not once, not twice but as many times as heโd like because he just has so much.
heโs sweet when heโs caring for you.
he kisses your wet, messy face and soothes you. apologizing for how hard he went on you. he rubs the places where he marked you lovingly, giving you a warm bath and apologizing all the way for the number he had done to you.
but when he tucks you into bed, your body nestled against his larger one, he doesnโt feel a single ounce of guilt. watching your adorable face drift into sleep, he knows he would fuck you up again, and again, and again.
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PAIRING: hudson williams x fem!reader
WARNINGS: overbearing paparazzi, intentional lowercase, no use of y/n
GENRE: fluff?
PLAYLIST: here
WORD COUNT: 602
NOTE: got hudson on the brainnn
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you werenโt even supposed to stop.
that was the plan, at least. the car would pull up, hudsonโs security would clear a path, and youโd be inside his hotel before anyone could really get a look at you.
heated rivalry had only been out a few days, surely things couldnโt have changed that much.
they had.
the moment the car slowed, shouting erupted. security was already out, two guards moving fast to the curb, hands out, voices firm as they tried to keep the crowd back. it didnโt matter. cameras still flashed from every angle, bright enough to sting your eyes.
โhudson! hudson, over here!โ
โis that your girlfriend?โ
โlook this way!โ
your hand found his automatically. hudson squeezed back hard, his other arm coming around you, anchoring you to his side as the door opened.
โjust keep your eyes forward,โ he murmured, โstay close to me.โ
you stepped out between him and a guard, boxed in but still exposed. the sidewalk felt like it was vibrating, people pushing against barricades, shouting questions that werenโt really questions at all.
security tried to funnel you toward the hotel entrance, but someone still managed to break the line.
a photographer stepped forward without looking, trying to get a shot over a guardโs shoulder, and slammed straight into you. the impact jolted you, knocking you off balance with a gasp.
before security could even react, hudson was already there.
โhey!โ his voice cut through the noise as he shoved the guy back, pure instinct. โback the hell up.โ
the guards pushed toward the guy immediately, pulling the photographer away, barking warnings, but he barely noticed. his hands were on you, shaking just slightly as he looked you over.
โare you okay?โ he worried, โdid he hurt you?โ quickly checking you over.
his jaw was tight, anger simmering just under the surface. more security closed around you tighter now, practically forming a wall as they rushed you the rest of the way inside. hudson stayed half a step behind you, one hand at your back.
the hotel doors slid shut, muting the chaos outside.
hudson turned to you immediately.
โlet me see you,โ he said as he searched for bruises that hadnโt appeared yet. โi know you said youโre okay, but just let me look.โ
you softened then, seeing how rattled he really was.
โiโm really okay,โ you promised.
he shook his head, running a hand through his hair. โthey had security. we had security and still-โ
you stepped closer to him before he could fully spiral.
your hand came up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing gently along his jaw. he stilled at the touch, eyes snapping back to yours. you tugged him into a hug, arms wrapping around his neck, holding him firmly.
โiโm okay,โ you whispered. โโi need you to believe me.โ
he hesitated only a second before his arms came around you, tight, grounding himself in the feel of you. his forehead dropped to your shoulder, breath finally slowing.
โi lost it,โ he admitted quietly, โmy managers going to kill me.โ
โyou did what you had to,โ you smile, โand theyโll handle it.โ you tilt your head slightly towards the impatient security guards behind you.
โjust want you to know that i've got you.โ he whispered.
you smiled gently, brushing your thumb back over his cheek. โi know you do.โ
you rose onto your toes to kiss him, before pulling back, your hand hooked around his arm as security urged you toward the elevators.
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PAIRING: hudson williams x fem!reader x connor storrie
WARNINGS: intentional use of lowercase, no use of y/n
GENRE: fluff
PLAYLIST: here
WORD COUNT: 805
NOTE: lowkey wanna make a series out of this . . .
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thatโs the thing about the globes. every five steps, someone stops you. a producer you havenโt seen in years. a reporter who remembers a quote you gave once and will never let it go. a camera swiveling toward you the second you slow down.
youโre midway through another interview when it happens.
the interviewer. bright smile, mic angled, tilts her head toward the carpet behind you. โso, we have to ask. heated rivalry has basically taken over the internet. have you watched it and if you did, did you like it?โ
you blink. then your face lights up.
โdid i like it?โ you repeat, already laughing. โi loved it.โ
the interviewer grins, clearly pleased. โyeah?โ
โoh, i binged it in less than a day,โ you ramble. โlike, canceled plans, phone on silent, unwell about it.โ
somewhere just off to your left, you're oblivious that hudson is mid interview himself, glances over, already slightly smirking to himself. he knows where this is going.
โthe chemistry,โ you continue, hands coming up as you talk, animated now. โthatโs what got me. it wasnโt just tension for tensionโs sake, you know? there was so much chemistry. like, the way they looked at each other-โ
you cut yourself off, laughing. โsorry. iโm getting too into this.โ
โno, please,โ the interviewer says. โgo on.โ
โit just hooked me,โ you nod, โi donโt even know how to explain it. you start one episode thinking youโll stop halfway and then suddenly itโs four in the morning and youโre like, what am i supposed to do with myself now?โ
the camera zooms slightly closer.
โand,โ you add, turning fully toward the lens now, eyes sparkling with mischief, โi am formally begging. publicly. on record. please cast me in season two.โ
the interviewer laughs, โoh?โ
โi donโt care if itโs a small scene,โ you insist, clasping your hands dramatically. โiโll be a random girl in the background. iโll do something embarrassing. iโll do anything.โ
you glance straight into the camera again, completely unserious and fully committed. โcall me.โ
hudson actually snorts from his interview, shaking his head.
youโre still smiling when movement catches your eye, someone passing just by you. tall. dark suit. familiar face.
connor storrie.
your brain short circuits instantly.
โoh my god, wait, connor,โ you blurt, turning completely away from the interview without hesitation.
the interviewer looks momentarily startled as you call out, โhi! hi, sorry, hi!โ
connor stops mid step, clearly surprised. his face breaks into a grin the second he realises youโre talking to him.
โhey,โ he acknowledges, laughing a little, stepping closer.
you donโt even think, you reach out, lightly grabbing his arm to get his attention fully. โhi. iโm so sorry, iโm being rude, iโm mid interview, but i wanted to say hi.โ
he laughs, shaking his head. โno, itโs okay, hi to you too.โ
he leans in and pulls you into a quick side hug, arm warm and around your shoulders. itโs brief, cameras immediately swing toward the two of you.
โgood to see you,โ his words quiet against your ear.
โyou too,โ you reply, beaming up at him. โseriously.โ
he gives a little nod, still smiling, before letting you go and continuing on toward his own interview spot.
the second heโs gone, you turn back toward the camera, pressing a hand to your chest dramatically.
โiโm fine,โ you announce, โwoo! i'm totally fine.โ
the interviewer laughs, โyou alright?โ
you fan yourself with your hand, a little over the top. โit should be illegal.โ
โwhat should?โ
you glance between where connor disappeared and now realising where hudson is doing his own interview a few feet away, then back to the camera.
โis it weird if i say that they both smell and look so good?โ you fangirl, โitโs actually unfair to the rest of us.โ
โi mean,โ you continue, grinning, โhow is anyone else supposed to compete with that? i walked onto this carpet confident and now iโm just-โ
you flutter your hand again, mock dazed.
โruined,โ the interviewer finishes for you.
โruined,โ you confirm.
hudson glances over again, catching the tail end of your dramatics. he watches you with an amused, fond smile, completely unaware that he's just watched you just publicly sing his praises.
โand final question,โ the interviewer says, still smiling. โif you were cast in season twoโฆ who would you want scenes with?โ
you donโt even hesitate.
โboth,โ you blurt out, โtogether, preferably.โ
the interviewer laughs as the segment wraps, thanking you. you step back, still riding the buzz, cheeks warm, heart thudding.
as you finally move toward the ballroom entrance, hudson finishes his interview too, catching up to you as you go and take your pictures.
walking side by side with you now, he raises his brows, amused. โdid i hear my show just got aggressively promoted?โ
Mild smut { Bruce treating Reader like a goddess }
The Gotham Academy Spring Fair was in full swing, laughter and chatter mixing with the scent of cotton candy and popcorn. Thomas clung to his stuffed dog โ a floppy-eared, black-and-white thing Jason had won for him at the ring toss โ while his small hand was tucked in Damianโs. The older boyโs usual scowl was absent for once, replaced with something approaching ease as he actually listened to Thomas chatter about the petting zoo and the โbiggest caramel apple ever.โ
Damian was never one for fairs or the children who ran wild in them, but Thomasโฆ Thomas was different. His half-brother was a bright, unfiltered four-year-old who looked at him like he hung the moon, and it was a weight Damian had decided he would carry without complaint.
They had just stepped away from the dunk tank when a cluster of boys from the Academy approached. Damianโs shoulders stiffened immediately โ he recognized them, and not fondly.
One of them smirked, eyes flicking between Damian and Thomas. โHey, Wayne. Didnโt know you were babysitting today.โ
Damianโs tone was clipped but polite enough. โHeโs my brother.โ
โOhhh,โ another boy drawled loudly enough for the nearby parents to glance over, โthe little oneโs from your dadโsโฆ other wife, right? The bakery lady?โ
Damianโs eyes narrowed. Thomas blinked up at him, confusion knitting his brows.
โYeah,โ the first boy snorted. โThe big one. The cow who married your dad for his money.โ
Another chimed in, lips curling in mock pity. โWouldnโt blame Wayne for cheating on the cow. My dad says sheโs a tramp who hit the jackpot.โ
Before Damian could speak, a third boy stepped closer to Thomas, shoving him lightly so he stumbled back. The stuffed dog hit the ground.
Thomas scrambled for it, but the boy snatched it up first, holding it above his head. โAw, did the little bakery brat cry when he dropped his toy?โ
Damianโs control snapped like a taut wire. โGive it back.โ
The boy laughed. โOr what? You gonna cry too? Just like yourโโ
Damianโs fist connected with his jaw before the sentence finished. The boy stumbled back, and chaos erupted. Another boy lunged at Damian, only to be shoved into a table of cupcakes. Damian moved like he was back in the League โ precise, furious, unrelenting โ until a familiar voice cut through the noise.
โDamian!โ Dickโs hand grabbed his shoulder, yanking him back before he could land another punch. The older boyโs breathing was sharp, eyes blazing, fists still clenched.
Bruce arrived seconds later, already pulling the situation under control with that deep, commanding tone. โEnough.โ His gaze swept the scene โ the boys nursing bruised pride, Thomas clutching his stuffed dog to his chest, the smashed cupcakes โ and landed on Damian. โWhat happened?โ
Damian didnโt hesitate. โThey insulted my mother.โ
Bruceโs jaw ticked, but he didnโt push for details there in public. His eyes slid to Dick, and something passed between them silently. The two ushered Damian and Thomas away from the crowd.
Neither told you what had happened.
Later that night, you noticed the scrape on Damianโs knuckles when he reached for the mashed potatoes youโd made because you knew they were his favorite. You frowned, taking his hand gently. โWhat happened here?โ
โNothing,โ he muttered, pulling back.
You didnโt believe him, but you didnโt press. You simply fixed his plate a little fuller, adding the roasted vegetables you knew he liked, and gave him a soft, โEat.โ
Across the table, Thomas beamed at him, small voice carrying easily. โYouโre amazing, Damian. Youโre likeโฆ a superhero.โ
Jason, sprawled in his chair with a lazy smirk, lifted his glass. โKidโs not wrong.โ
Damian ducked his head, but there was a faint, satisfied curve to his mouth. Heโd do it again โ a hundred times over โ if anyone dared talk about you or Thomas that way.
You didnโt know the words that had been said, but you didnโt need to. Damian was your son, blood or not, and the quiet way he protected his family said everything you needed to hear.
Bruce had heard the bones of the story that night โ Damianโs clipped statement, โThey insulted my mother,โ and the defensive set of his jaw. But Dick filled in the rest later, once youโd gone upstairs to tuck Thomas in. He told Bruce word-for-word what had been said, and it took everything in Bruceโs control to keep his expression neutral.
By the time the house was quiet, Bruce was in his office with his tie loosened, sleeves rolled, and his laptop open. He pulled up the Gotham Academy student files, cross-referenced names with public records, and then with the Wayne Enterprises private database.
In less than four hours, he knew everything.
The next morning, he was in full Bruce Wayne mode โ billionaire CEO, not Batman โ and he set the plan in motion.
Phase One: The Fathers
The first father was in a corner office on the 23rd floor of a steel-and-glass tower. He looked up from his desk, startled, when Bruce walked in unannounced.
โMr. Wayne! This isโ I didnโt know you wereโโ
โSit.โ Bruceโs voice was quiet, but there was no room for refusal.
The man obeyed.
โI own this company now,โ Bruce said plainly, setting a leather folder on the desk. โAs of this morning, Wayne Enterprises holds the controlling interest. That means I control your future here.โ
The man swallowed hard. โIโwhat is this about?โ
โThis is about your son. And you.โ Bruceโs gaze was like cold steel. โYour son shoved my six-year-old and mocked him. He and his friends called my wife a โcowโ and a โtramp.โ You encouraged that. You will correct it.โ
โIโMr. Wayneโโ
โYou will deal with your son,โ Bruce continued smoothly, โand you will issue a public apology to my wife and both of my sons. If you fail, you will be terminated immediately. And I will make sure every other company in Gotham sees the report on why.โ
By the time Bruce left, the man was pale and sweating.
It was the same at the next two offices. Calm, precise, surgical โ no raised voice, just the promise of ruin if they didnโt fall in line.
Phase Two: The Wives
Thursday morning, Bruce walked into the cityโs most exclusive salon. The sound of blow dryers and gossip cut off when the receptionist recognized him.
The three women were seated together, hair in foils, mid-laugh. Their faces froze when he stopped in front of them.
โLadies,โ Bruce said, voice smooth as glass. โI own this salon now. As of this morning.โ
One of them laughed nervously. โIs thisโฆ a joke?โ
Bruce leaned down just enough for them to see the dangerous glint in his eyes. โDo I look like Iโm joking?โ
Silence.
โYou will publicly apologize to my wife and to my sons,โ he said evenly. โAnd you will deal with your children. If you do not, you will be banned from this salon and every other in Gotham. Permanently. Try to book anywhere, and I will know.โ
Their lips parted, but no one dared speak.
โIf you want your hair done again,โ Bruce added, straightening to his full height, โyour husband can cut it. Iโm sure heโll do a fine job.โ
The color drained from their faces.
The Public Apology
Two days later, at the Spring Fairโs closing, you stood with Damian and Thomas near the baked goods table, beaming as you told a group of parents about Damianโs recent science project. Thomas gripped his stuffed dog proudly, chattering about how โDamian made it work all by himself!โ
Across the lawn, the offending families approached. The fathers gave stiff, awkward apologies; the mothers mumbled theirs with a forced sweetness. You thanked them politely, unaware of the iron fist Bruce had wrapped around their lives.
From a few feet away, Bruce watched, his arm folded, eyes cool.
Damian caught the look in his fatherโs eyes and smirked faintly. Jason, leaning against a nearby booth, muttered just loud enough for Damian to hear, โGuess moneyโs good for more than just cars.โ
Damian didnโt reply, but the faint satisfaction on his face spoke volumes.
The house was quiet. Damian was in his room, Thomas curled up asleep with his stuffed dog. Youโd just finished putting the last of the fair-day clutter away when you felt Bruceโs presence in the doorway.
He was leaning against the frame, tie loose, shirt unbuttoned at the throat, sleeves rolled. His eyes found you immediately โ not a passing glance, but that long, deliberate stare that made it feel like he could strip you bare without touching you.
โCome here,โ he said, low and quiet.
You stepped toward him, and he caught your hand, pulling you against his chest. His kiss was slow at first โ deep, lingering, his palm warm against your cheek. He didnโt rush it; he kissed you like there was nothing else in the world to do, tasting you, savoring you.
When he finally broke the kiss, he didnโt move back. His hand trailed down to your jaw, his thumb stroking lazily. โDo you have any idea,โ he murmured, โhow beautiful you are?โ
You started to shake your head, to deflect, but his voice cut through, firmer now. โDonโt. Donโt downplay it. Youโre perfect.โ
He backed you toward the bedroom slowly, his mouth never leaving yours for more than a breath. When your knees hit the bed, he eased you down, his hands moving to the buttons of your blouse.
It wasnโt hurried โ he unfastened each one with unshaking patience, parting the fabric to reveal skin like heโd been waiting for this all day. His gaze followed his touch, sweeping over the curves of your breasts, your stomach, the softness of your waist. His fingers traced over them like they were precious, his lips following to kiss every spot his hands explored.
โYouโre mine,โ he said softly, between kisses at your shoulder, your collarbone, the swell of your breast. โEvery inch.โ
When he had you stripped down to just your panties, he sat back for a moment, eyes roaming over you with open hunger. Then he leaned in again, kneeling over you and lowering his mouth to your stomach, pressing slow, lingering kisses there.
โI love this,โ he murmured, kissing lower, his hands holding your hips like he was anchoring you. โI love you.โ
By the time his fingers hooked in your panties, you were warm all over, your chest rising and falling faster. He slid them down and tossed them aside, his eyes meeting yours with that smoldering mix of reverence and intent.
When he finally pressed into you, it was smooth, deep โ and thatโs when the shift happened. The tenderness sharpened into something else, his grip firm on your hips.
โThey called you names,โ he growled, his voice rough against your lips. โSaid things I should have broken their jaws for.โ His thrusts grew harder, his cock filling you completely with each one. โTheyโre wrong. So fucking wrong.โ
He held your gaze as he drove into you, his breathing harsh, every movement a wordless reminder of exactly who you belonged to.
โYouโre mine,โ he said again, almost a snarl now. โMy wife. My love. The mother of my children. No one โ no one โ gets to speak about you like that.โ
The pace built, his earlier worship now a possessive rhythm that had you clinging to him, the pleasure curling tight inside you until it broke. You came with his name on your lips, and he followed with a guttural groan, holding you close, keeping himself buried deep.
Even after, he didnโt let you go. His forehead rested against yours, his hand sliding along your side.
โBeautiful,โ he whispered again. โPerfect. And the only opinion that matters is mine.โ
The smell of coffee and something sweet pulled you from sleep. When you sat up, the house was still hushed โ but the faint sound of Thomas laughing carried from the kitchen. You pulled on one of Bruceโs shirts from the floor and padded out barefoot, hair still mussed from the night before.
The sight waiting for you made your chest ache in the best way.
Damian sat at the counter, clearly pretending to be disinterested but eating a stack of pancakes topped with berries. Thomas was next to him, swinging his legs and grinning, crumbs all over his face. And behind the stove, still in pajama pants and a black t-shirt, Bruce was making another batch of pancakes from scratch โ not the boxed mix.
โMorning,โ he said when he saw you, that small, private smile tugging at his mouth.
Thomas waved enthusiastically. โWeโre having pancakes! Damian likes them but heโs pretending he doesnโt!โ
Damian scowled without looking up. โIโm not pretending. Theyโre tolerable.โ
Bruce slid a plate toward you, the pancakes perfectly golden, steam curling up from the butter melting on top. He poured you coffee without asking, just the way you liked it, then leaned down to kiss you slow enough to make Thomas giggle.
When you went to sit beside the boys, Bruceโs hand caught your waist and guided you to his side instead. He stood behind you, one hand resting on your hip, the other idly tracing over the curve of your thigh while you ate. It wasnโt overtly possessive in front of the kids โ but it was a steady, warm reminder of the way heโd touched you last night.
Halfway through breakfast, Damian said in that flat, matter-of-fact tone of his, โFather made these pancakes himself. He doesnโt usually do that unless itโs for someone important.โ
You blinked at him, caught between surprise and warmth. โOh?โ
Damian didnโt look up from his plate. โHe wanted to make sure you knew you were worth the effort.โ
Bruceโs fingers pressed lightly into your hip at that, and when you glanced back, there was that same look from last night โ the one that told you youโd never have to question your worth in his eyes.
Jason wandered in just then, hair a mess, eyes still heavy with sleep. He looked between Bruce, you, and the kids, then smirked. โGuess weโre having a family breakfast. Thatโsโฆ new. Did I miss something?โ
Damian smirked faintly, not looking up. โYou missed Father proving a point.โ
Jason arched a brow. โUh-huh. Figures.โ He stole a pancake off Damianโs plate, earning himself a fork jab.
Bruce only tightened his arm around your waist, leaning down to murmur in your ear, just for you, โAnd Iโm not done proving it.โ
The rest of the morning passed in warmth and ease โ laughter, coffee refills, Thomas insisting Bruce flip more pancakes. But under it all, there was a quiet, unshakable certainty: Bruce had made his stance known, not just to those whoโd insulted you, but to you, to the kids, to himself.
You werenโt just his wife. You were his everything.
It happened a week later, in one of Gothamโs high-end shopping districts. You had the day free and decided to take Thomas for a treat at a little gelato cafรฉ โ Damian had even agreed to come along, quietly shadowing you both like a watchful guardian. Bruce had been called into a short meeting but promised to join you after.
You were leaning over Thomasโs tiny cup of strawberry gelato, helping him keep it from dripping everywhere, when a familiar voice cut through the air.
โWell, if it isnโt Gothamโs favorite charity case,โ one of the Spring Fair mothers drawled.
Damianโs eyes snapped up instantly, narrowing like a hawk sighting prey. You straightened slowly, turning to face her. She was dressed to impress โ gold jewelry, tailored dress โ and her smirk said she thought sheโd already won whatever game she thought this was.
Another of the mothers from that day was with her, though this one wouldnโt quite meet your eye. She shifted uncomfortably, mumbled a hello, and excused herself to cross the street.
But the first? She doubled down. โEnjoying spending Wayne money, are we? Or is your husband keeping you on a tighter leash now?โ Her voice dropped into a mock whisper. โDonโt worry, sweetie. Heโll tire of you eventually.โ
Damian stepped forward before you could, his voice sharp as a blade. โWatch your mouth.โ
She scoffed. โOh, please. You think anyone takes you seriously, little prince?โ Her gaze slid back to you, and she spat out a word that made Damianโs entire body go taut โ vile, ugly, dripping with disdain.
Before you could react, a familiar voice cut through the tension.
โWhat did you just say?โ
Bruceโs presence was immediate, his shadow falling over the woman as he stepped up beside you. His hand found the small of your back, steady and grounding, but his eyes were locked on her โ cold, unblinking.
The woman faltered, but only for a moment. โIโm just saying what everyone thinksโโ
โNo,โ Bruce interrupted, his tone deadly calm. โYouโre saying what you think. And you seem to have forgotten the agreement we made.โ
Her smirk flickered. โAgreement?โ
โYou were told to apologize and keep my wifeโs name out of your mouth. You failed.โ Bruceโs voice didnโt rise, but it didnโt need to. โYouโll find out exactly what that means the next time you try to book your salon appointment.โ
She found out two hours later.
The moment she walked into her usual salon, the receptionist went stiff. โIโm sorry, Mrs. Kincaid, but your accountโs been flagged. We canโt take you as a client anymore.โ
โWhat?โ she demanded. โThis is absurdโโ
โItโs non-negotiable,โ the receptionist said, clearly uncomfortable. โYouโve been blacklisted from every affiliated salon in Gotham.โ
Mrs. Kincaidโs face went red. โBlacklisted? By who?โ
The receptionist hesitated, then answered quietly, โMr. Wayneโs order. Itโsโฆ permanent.โ
โธป
Back at home, you sat with Bruce on the couch, Thomas curled against your side while Damian read in the armchair.
โYou didnโt have toโโ you began.
โYes,โ Bruce said simply, his arm tightening around you. โI did. And Iโll keep doing it. As many times as it takes.โ
Damian glanced up from his book, his mouth twitching in what might have been the beginnings of a smile. Thomas, oblivious, declared, โDaddyโs the boss of everything.โ
Bruceโs lips quirked. โJust of the people who need reminding.โAnd in that moment, you believed him.
โธป
Two days after the salon ban, Jason was leaning against his bike outside one of the trendier coffee shops when he overheard it.
Mrs. Kincaid โ the same woman โ was standing with a friend, voice pitched just loud enough for passerby to hear. She was going on about how โsome bakery brat tricked Bruce Wayne into marriageโ and how she wasnโt โdone telling people the truth.โ
Jasonโs jaw flexed. He didnโt step in, didnโt even look directly at her โ not at first. He finished his coffee, tossed the cup in the bin, and strolled casually toward the parking lot where her shiny imported SUV was sitting pretty.
No one paid him any mind as he crouched by the back tire, flicking open his knife. One smooth motion and the hiss of air escaping filled the quiet. He moved to the next one. And the next. And the next. By the time he straightened, the SUV was sitting on four very dead tires.
He didnโt bother hiding the satisfied smirk as he swung a leg over his bike. He caught Mrs. Kincaidโs gaze across the lot, tapped two fingers to his temple in a mock salute, and roared off.
โธป
That night, Jason strolled into the manorโs kitchen where you, Bruce, and Damian were finishing dinner.
Bruce eyed him over his glass of wine. โYou lookโฆ pleased with yourself.โ
Jasonโs grin was slow. โLetโs just say our favorite salon exile wonโt be going anywhere for a while.โ
Damian glanced up from his plate, catching the implication instantly. โDid youโโ
Jason winked. โI didnโt say I did anything. But if four luxury tires happened to go flat at once, Iโm sure it was justโฆ coincidence.โ
You shook your head, trying not to smile. โJasonโฆโ
He shrugged, grabbing a biscuit from the table. โWhat? You married into the family, Ma. We protect our own. Some of us just have moreโฆ hands-on methods.โ
Bruce didnโt comment, but you saw the corner of his mouth twitch โ just enough to know he wasnโt going to lose any sleep over it.
Out of all of them, Dick had known you the longest. Heโd been there the day you first walked into Wayne Manor with a box of pastries from your familyโs bakery, wearing that modest coat and smiling at Alfred like youโd known him forever. Heโd liked you immediately โ not because you were marrying Bruce, but because you fit. You didnโt treat any of them like charity cases, you didnโt try to impress them, you justโฆ cared.
So when Dick overheard two Gotham socialites whispering at a charity gala about โthe bakery girl who landed the Wayne fortune,โ something in him went ice-cold.
They didnโt even notice him at first. He was just part of the crowd, easy smile in place, champagne glass in hand. But the second one of them called you โa professional gold digger with good PR,โ Dick stepped right into their conversation like it was the most natural thing in the world.
โHi,โ he said, flashing that easy, charming grin that could disarm anyone. โYouโre talking about Mrs. Wayne, right?โ
Both women froze, caught between surprise and guilt. โOh, we were justโโ
โSheโs my mother,โ Dick cut in smoothly. โSo, hereโs how this works. You stop running your mouths, and I donโt repeat your names to Bruce.โ His smile didnโt waver, but his eyes had gone sharp. โBecause if I do, youโll be lucky to find an invitation to a soup kitchen, let alone another gala.โ
He set his empty glass down on the nearest tray, gave them a mock salute, and walked away without another word.
Later that night, when you came by to drop a plate of cookies in the study for him and Bruce, Dick just smiled up at you from the couch.
โThanks, Mom,โ he said lightly โ but there was a weight behind it that made Bruce glance at him over his papers, curious.
You didnโt know what had happened at the gala. But Dick knew, and that was enough.
Tim hadnโt said much during the aftermath of the Spring Fair incident nor the Gala. Heโd been there when Bruce came back from โhandlingโ things, and heโd smirked a little when Jason bragged about his โcoincidentalโ tire work. But Timโs version of protecting family didnโt involve boardrooms or crowbars.
It involved data.
So when he heard Mrs. Kincaid was still mouthing off at luncheons โ claiming you were โnothing but a social climberโ โ Tim decided sheโd had her last word.
It took him all of fifteen minutes. A few lines of code, a VPN bounce through three countries, and he had her social media logins. The next five minutes were justโฆ artistry.
Profile pictures? Gone. Posts? Deleted. Friend lists? Wiped. Years of carefully curated photos of gala dresses, brunches, and โcandidโ vacation shots โ erased. Her entire online identity, the one she used to preen and posture, vanished overnight.
As a finishing touch, Tim made sure her accounts were locked from recovery โ the password changed to an unguessable, random 48-character string he didnโt even bother saving.
By morning, Mrs. Kincaid was essentially a ghost online.
โธป
At breakfast, Tim strolled into the kitchen, poured himself coffee, and sat down without looking up from his tablet.
Jason glanced at him. โYou look smug. Whatโd you do?โ
โNothing illegal,โ Tim said mildly. Then, after a beat, โJustโฆ digital housekeeping.โ
Bruce didnโt ask. Damian smirked faintly. You blinked between them, suspicious.
Jason leaned back in his chair. โTell me you didnโtโโ
Tim took a slow sip of coffee. โShe wonโt be posting anything about anyone for a while.โ
Dick barked out a laugh, though you had to hide your smile.
"You didn't have to, but thank you Tim."
The manor was warm with the smell of dinner โ Alfred had outdone himself, as usual. You were in the dining room, setting out the last dish when the sound of voices and footsteps echoed from the hall.
Damian appeared first, carrying Thomas on his hip like it was second nature now. โYour son,โ he said dryly, โinsists he needs to show you his art before dinner.โ
Thomas grinned, holding up a crayon drawing โ a messy but heartfelt depiction of the entire family, complete with you in the center, smiling. โSee? Youโre the hero,โ he said proudly.
Jason came in behind them, dropping into a chair with all the grace of a wolf flopping down to nap. โKidโs not wrong.โ
Tim was next, sliding his phone into his pocket as he smirked faintly at you. โDonโt worry. No oneโs saying anything about you online anymore.โ
From the doorway, Dick added with that familiar easy grin, โOr at the galas. I made sure of that.โ
Bruce stepped in last, shedding his jacket and kissing your temple in front of everyone without hesitation. โAnd the boardrooms are quiet too,โ he murmured, his voice warm enough to melt the steel in his words.
Alfred appeared with the roast, clearing his throat with a subtle smile. โItโs rather impressive, madam. You seem to have the entire household working security for your reputation.โ
Jason snorted. โDamn right.โ
Tim lifted his glass. โTo our favorite Wayne.โ
Damian rolled his eyes, but the faintest smirk betrayed him. โShe is.โ
You laughed, shaking your head, but when Bruceโs hand found yours under the table and Thomas leaned against your arm, you felt it โ the truth in all of it. You werenโt just married into the Wayne family.
You were at its center.
And theyโd made it perfectly clear โ no one touched the center without answering to all of them.
แฒ๐ผ established relationship fluff jealousy nerd!jake (nerds need love too!jake) popular!reader short drabble skinship profanity possible grammer & spelling mistakes university au non-idol au counts as a sequel, but can be read as a stand-alone.
note. hihi this idea has been brewing even before the smau was posted and im glad I could link them together โฅ๏ธ I lovelove nerd jake content hehe..
you hadn't thought much of it at first.
you thought the sudden attention was just curiosity, and not to be self-centered, but you thought that it was just because people were curious about who you were dating, people being nosy about your love life as always.
but the attention towards jake never lessened.
you noticed, of course you noticed.
you saw how people would try to ask you more about him, under the pretense of "learning about your relationship", or how every freaking girl in your class suddenly needed tutoring.
it can't be a coincidence, right?
but jake, sweet pure-hearted jake, he always answered with kindness, he always agreed to help, because how could he assume that they had an ulterior motive?
this was the 3rd time this week that he had to stay back because he wanted to help someone with their notes.
seriously, how could he not know this was the oldest trick in the book to hit on a hot nerd? and you'd done it before, but that doesn't mean they could, too. he was yours.
your whole mood was sour as you walked in your lecture with jungwon, pouting slightly as you sighed out of frustration.
"what is it this time?" jungwon asks knowingly. sometimes you wonder if he could read you too easily, or if you're really just that obvious.
you look at him, your pout deepening. and although you always tend to call jungwon your child, he seems to parent you alot more than you do. "wonnnnn, is this what I get for being a slut before settling down?" you whine, and he tried to hold in his laughter, keyword: tries.
"don't laugh!" you hit his shoulder, but he only shakes his head. "I'm not laughing. it's just.. it's fun to see you all riled up while jake doesn't even notice it."
"that's the problem! I can't even tell him. because what if I'm being this weird insecure girlfriend and he breaks up with me?"
"impossible, he's smitten with you." he added
"but we just started dating." you argue, still in distress about this. oh how you wished jake would just see how much you liked him.
sure, you had a reputation for your questionably short relationships. you get over people easily, you break up with your boyfriends using stupid excuses, because you can't just say the truth: you get bored.
not in the mean way, at least not how you view it, but it happens. It was easy to catch feelings, for you to get attracted, it was even easier to get someone to date you, who'd reject you? but then they'd mess up. you let it slide once, then twice, but more than that? you get bored. bored of their empty promises, bored of their ulterior motives that had nothing to do with your happiness and everything to do with their pleasure, bored of them, the idea of them, and everything that comes with it.
but with jake, it was different. sure it was an accidental kiss that started everything, but you always noticed him.
you noticed how he stumbled over his words when asked a question, you noticed how he toyed with the hem of his sleeve when nervous, you noticed how messy his hair looks after a long study session, just because he ran his fingers through it one too many times, you noticed everything that felt distinctively him.
and when fate pulled you two together, when you finally got to be with the one who made your heart race like no other, you were over the moon.
so now? seeing girls all over him when all you ever wanted was hold him close and leave an imprint that said he was yours? it made your blood boil.
you weren't angry at him, no, you knew he meant no harm, but you still couldn't tame this unexplainable jealousy.
who knew you were capable of such emotion? it's not like any of your past relationships has made you feel this way.
you were deep in thought when jungwon's voice pulled you out your bubble. "don't even think about it." he scolds, how'd he even know?
"won! how else am I supposed to get him to look at me?" you whine once again, jungwon only rolls his eyes.
"maybe without being a brat and trying to make the poor guy jealous."
"its just an idea!" you defend.
"a bad one."
you slump in your chair, out of ideas. annoying jungwon, always has to be the responsible one.
you focus in your lecture, trying to push any distracting thought out of the way.
as you were packing up, with students filling out after the end of the lecture, you felt something poke your cheek, or rather, someone.
you look up to see jake standing there, an endearing smile on his face at the sight of you.
"yunie!" you stand up, a smile automatically painted your face.
"hi, love" he says softly, and it makes you melt.
"why are you here?"
jake giggles, it almost makes you blush. "to pick you up, aren't we having a sleepover today?"
right. you were so occupied with your own jealousy that you forgot the plans you'd made together.
"right! right.. let's go then?" you say as you pack up your bag and wave goodbye to jungwon, who was still there.
jake just holds your hand, leading you out the lecture hall.
'this is fine, you're fine, there's no need to be jealous, no need to make a scene over your emotions.' you insisted.
you look down at your intertwined hands, was it really fine?
the rest of the day went well, really well. at least, that's what you kept telling yourself.
you were on edge. still unsure if it was okay for you to voice feelings like this, or if you should just suck it up and deal with it yourself.
it's hard when you've never been in a proper relationship before. were you always this timid?
it all broke down when you were watching a movie, some romcom with a classic ending, but the words came out before you can stop them.
"do you think jealousy could break up a relationship?" you asked carefully, looking for an answer in his eyes.
jake was surprised by the sudden question, and the seriousness of it, but he could see the doubt in your eyes, the part of you that wants to brush it off and deny everything.
"I think it could, but I don't think it should." he says carefully, his gaze burned your skin.
"if someone I care about is jealous, or if I'm the jealous one, I'd like hear their thoughts, and share mine. I'd want them to understand my feelings, and not brush them off as unimportant, or ridiculous." he answers, and it leaves you in a daze of questions.
you look down at your lap, unsure what to say now. you never knew how to deal with your own feelings.
his hands move to your cheek, cradling it softly as he tilts your head up so you could meet his gaze.
"what's wrong?" he asks gently, and it sends a tug through your chest, he was so gentle it hurts.
"y/n?" no response.
"baby?" still none.
so he leans in, and catches your lips in a searing kiss.
he was so overwhelmingly gentle, making sure you're responding before he deepens the kiss, pouring everything you wouldn't understand with words into the kiss.
when he pulls back, panting, you chase after his lips instinctively, making him giggle.
"as much as I'd love to, we can't kiss all night." he said while stroking your hair, and you let out a small whine, barely a protest.
"why not? if two people like each other, they can kiss as much as they want."
"they can.. but what if these two people aren't being honest with each other?"
you frown "what do you mean?"
"is there something you're not telling me, y/n?" he prompts.
"maybe.." you start, unsure if you can lie your way out of this one.
"hm?" he softly nudges you, looking at you with tenderness you've never seen before, and suddenly, you don't have it in you to lie.
"I'm a bit jealous.. of everyone. I hate that everyone suddenly wants to look at you, I hate that girls now ask you for your number, I hate that some of them try to make moves by asking you to tutor them or help them with something. but I cant control what you do." you somehow admitted, your breath shallower than it was a few minutes ago.
you continue, "I know I shouldn't be. I know you like me. there's just this part of me, this voice inside of me that won't shut up about it."
you couldn't meet his eyes after, scared of his reaction.
jake could see it. the way blood rushed to your cheeks from embarrassment, the way you were bracing for something painful, like a bad reaction from him.
he just smiled fondly.
"I chose you. flaws and all. you're the one who makes me smile with just a look, you're the one who makes my heart beat in an unexplainable rhythm, you're the one I look at and wonder, 'wow, I can't believe she chose me.' y/n, it's you."
your eyes widen, because for the longest time, you forced yourself to believe you were the only one who felt this deeply about your relationship.
"you can tell me when you feel these types of things, I'll comfort you, I'll reassure you, I'll hold you tight and never let go." he searched your eyes for approval, and when you finally looked at him, teary eyes you couldn't quite explain, he engulfed you in a tight hug.
your fingers curled into his hoodie.
"do you believe me now?"
"I do. I believe you."
and he smiles, holding you tighter.
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Wrapped in warm blankets and your boyfriendโs arms, you sleep peacefully. You arenโt even dreaming, just resting, letting your mind reset.
That is until you feel something rutting against your backside.
You whimper softly, sleepily.
โSteve..?โ You rub your eyes, turning your head a bit to glance at him.
Sure enough, his brows are knit together and his hips are bucking. You sigh, turning around in his hold to face him.
Cupping his jaw, you very lightly smack his cheek a couple times to wake him up. He groans and takes a moment to actually open his eyes.
His cheeks flush when he meets your critical stare.
โSorry, baby. Was I rubbing on you?โ He asks, voice low and laced with guilt and embarrassment.
You nod, nuzzling your nose into the side of his neck. Your thumbs run over his jawline and you meet his gaze.
โSโokay.โ You mumble. โMโsorry I woke you before you came.โ
He laughs slightly and presses his face into your hair.
โI am a bit sore now, yeah.โ He readjusts himself, trying to get more comfortable with full and achy balls between his thighs.
โYou can put it in if you want,โ You offer sleepily. โjust not all the way in.โ
His cock is too much stimulation when he forces it in in its entirety. It hurts and presses on your sweet spot too much. Shallow, on the other hand, would just be comfy and gentle.
He mumbles a quiet thank you and pulls himself out of his boxers.
A hand slips in the front of your pyjama pants and two fingers rub at your clit in wide circles. Itโs the perfect technique, enough to get you wet, but too little to completely wake you up.
You let out a soft whimper, his free hand palming at your breasts.
โNot so much foreplay, Steve. Mโtired, cโmon.โ You beg, just wanting to get back to your beauty sleep.
He concedes and removes his hand from your pants, using it instead to tug them down enough to reveal your soft hole.
His tip rubs haphazardly through the wet folds before it catches on your entrance. He presses his hips forward, sinking himself 4 inches into your heat.
Stopping when he hits your cervix with his tip, he allows a pause to adjust. The thickness of his cock was nice for real sex, but right now it was a pain in the ass. Literally.
You donโt get as long as usual to acclimatize because his dream made him so horny, and he starts to rock himself in and out of you.
The gentle push and pull of it makes your mouth part slightly and some drool to darken a small spot on your pillow.
โThatโs my good girl,โ He whispers. โsโgood for me. Fuck, baby, youโre so warm.โ
His voice is rough with sleep and raw need as the quiet wet sounds fill the otherwise silent room.
He wonโt force you to come, the absolute gentleman. He generally tries to avoid your clit and just keep his hips rolling.
His cock is twitching, but his balls seem to also twitch a bit too, the skin tightening just seconds before his smooth come paints your insides.
A soft whimper is vibrated into the skin of your shoulder.
โThank you.โ He breathes, finally feeling relieved.
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In which โโ Macklin built his entire life around you, it became second nature. So the minute youโre not there, heโs thrown out of orbit.
Fluff! Maybe angst if u squint???? Macklin and reader ARE dating! Overall just him missing u tbhโฆ.. NAWT proofread so deepest apologies if hockey is spelt as โhickeyโ u know what I meant.
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Macklin didnโt notice it at first. Not really. Not until things started to look empty.
The little things like the empty chair outside in the backyard where you usually sat, the unopened energy drink in the fridge, the way his head kept snapping up like he was expecting you to just appear out of your shared bedroom and kiss him on the cheek like you do every morning.
The weight of your absence for the next few days didnโt sink in until the first day you were officially gone.
That dumb fucking trip you had planned. He honestly forgot all about it until Friday morning you were up earlier than normal and taking out packed suitcases. He remembered blinking groggily, mumbling something incoherent and desperately trying to tug you back to bed with him as you laughed.
โMack,โ you said softly, in that gentle tone that always made him melt. โThe beach. My friendโs party. I talked about it all month, baby.โ
โBut itโsโฆ 2 in the morning,โ he protested, though his words lacked any real bite to them. He sounded more whiny than anything. โShe canโt wait a little longer? At least until the sun comes up?โ
โNo,โ you mumbled, gently kissing his temple and laying him back down onto your shared bed. โWeโre leaving early now, so Saturday and Sunday weโll have all day to do activities. Iโll be back Monday morning. I promise.โ
Shortcut to now. Friday afternoonโ you left today and Macklin already doesnโt know what to do with himself. Willโs been making fun of him, calling him clingy, but he couldnโt give two shits right now because even with the sound of the living room TV on low, the house was still too quiet for his liking.
Macklin practically jumped up when he heard his phone ding, only to groan loudly when itโs just WILL again.
Macklin
Can u stfu for like 5 minutes
Will
Iโm crine bro doesnโt know how to live by himself ๐ญ y/n does everything for him ๐ญ y/nโs the angel on his shoulder ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
Macklin
Thatโs why ur single.
Will
Okay too far.
Macklin huffs and stares at the screen, switches to your contact, and sends you a small text before he throws his phone on the opposite side of the couch.
Mack ๐
Text me when you can โค๏ธ love you so much
He stares blankly at the tv. Some dumb hockey highlights heโs seen a million times that he would usually be interested in, but he realized itโs not as interesting when youโre not here to listen to his rambling.
You
Iโm 30 minutes away from the location! Iโll send you a photo of the view once Iโm there โฃ๏ธ donโt bore yourself to death.
Macklin stares at the message for a long moment before typing back.
Mack ๐
Miss you already.
Three little dots appear almost immediately.
You
Macklin Celebrini if you mope this entire weekend Iโm never leaving the house again
Despite himself, he huffs out a laugh.
Mack ๐
Promise?
You
Youโre sooo dramatic oh my god
Another photo comes through a few minutes later. The view from your passenger window, blurry trees stretching alongside the highway, sunlight pouring gold across the dashboard.
It shouldnโt make his chest ache the way it does.
Macklin presses the heel of his hand against his face and sinks deeper into the couch. The house was never this quiet when you were around.
There was always something. Music from your phone drifting through the kitchen while you cooked. Your laugh echoing down the hallway. The sound of your footsteps padding across hardwood floors at ungodly hours because you โcouldnโt sleep and needed cereal.โ
Now all he could hear was the television and the occasional buzz of his phone.
Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.
His phone buzzes again.
Will
Did she block u yet
Macklin
Did u ever learn how to shut the fuck up
Will
Bro youโve probably sighed 14 times during dinner already
Macklin
Counting my sighs is insane
Will
Being depressed because ur gf went on vacation for 2 days is insane
Macklin doesnโt answer that one.
Because maybe he had a point.
The thing was, it wasnโt even about you being gone for long.
It was the fact that every part of his day kept reaching for you automatically.
Heโd opened the fridge earlier and almost grabbed your favorite drink instead of his own. During practice heโd looked toward the stands without thinking, half expecting to find you sitting there with your camera in hand and one of his hoodies pulled over your knees.
Even this morning, half asleep, heโd reached across the bed for you after youโd already left.
Just instinct. Like breathing. Another buzz.
You
Made it!!
A second later, another message.
You
Wait look how pretty :(
The attached photo nearly kills him.
The beach stretched endlessly behind you, sunset spilling pink and orange across the water. Your hair looked messy from the wind, oversized sunglasses slipping down your nose while you grinned at the camera.
Macklin stared at it for so long the screen dimmed. His chest tight.
Not because he thought you looked pretty โ though you did. You always did.
But because his first thought was that he wished he was standing beside you.
You
Why did u stop responding HELLO???
Mack ๐
Sorry. Looking at you.
Three dots.
Then:
You
โน๏ธ
You
Youโre making me miss you now idiot
Something warm twists hard in his chest.
Before he can answer, another text from Will lights up the top of his screen.
Will
Oh great Macklin Celebrini down bad for his girl this is genuinely a world record
Macklin rolls his eyes and tosses a pillow across the couch even though Will isnโt there to see it.
He switches back to your messages instantly.
Mack ๐
Come home early
You
Mack :(
Mack ๐
I know I know
Mack ๐
Just feels weird here without you
The typing bubble appears slower this time.
You
You know itโs only one weekend right?
Macklin stares at that sentence.
Only one weekend.
And somehow the house still felt hollow.
His gaze drifts toward your abandoned hoodie thrown over the armchair across the room. Toward the pair of shoes youโd kicked off near the front door before leaving in a rush that morning.
Everywhere he looked, there were pieces of you. Like youโd become stitched into the shape of his life without him noticing.
Maybe thatโs why this felt so wrong now. Because somewhere along the way, heโd gotten used to orbiting you.
Every routine he had somehow led back to you eventually. Every thought. Every good part of his day. You were justโฆ there. Always there. And now you werenโt.
Macklin exhales slowly before grabbing his keys from the coffee table.
You
Where are u going??? Ur location is moving
Mack ๐
Drive
You
Be safe pls
Mack
Always
The evening air hits cold against his skin as he steps outside, but it doesnโt help much.
His fingers tap restlessly against the steering wheel during the entire drive. At a red light, his phone buzzes again.
You
Did you seriously leave the house because you missed me
Macklin snorts softly to himself.
Mack ๐
Maybe
You
Oh my god
You
Thatโs actually kind of cute wait
He smiles before he can stop himself.
By the time he pulls into the empty parking lot overlooking the water near the harbor, the skyโs gone dark.
Macklin leans back against the seat, staring out at the waves for a while before finally calling you.
You answer almost instantly. โHi baby.โ
The sound of your voice settles something in him immediately. Itโs embarrassing, honestly.
โHey,โ he murmurs.
He can hear music faintly in the background on your end. People talking. Waves crashing somewhere nearby.
โYou okay?โ you ask softly.
Macklin watches the water move under the moonlight. โYeah.โ
A pause.
Then quieter:
โJust miss you.โ
The silence on the other end turns warm.
โI miss you too.โ
His eyes close briefly.
And for the first time all day, the ache in his chest loosens just enough for him to breathe around it.