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Batkids (except Damian) telling Talia she's not their mom but when Jason tries to do it she pulls out baby pictures of him and pictures of when she was "pregnant" with him.

╰┈➤ “𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲” ◦•≫

pairing: quarterback!kirishima x nerd!fem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: slowburn smut, face sitting, eating out, penetration, safe sex, overall pretty vanilla, possessive eijirou

Summary: Having a crush on the nerdy girl in your year certainly isn't easy, especially when a game of spin the bottle results in her kissing your best friend.

A valuable lesson you've learned is that hard work is always rewarded. You've consistently achieved success throughout your life, maintaining a stellar reputation, outstanding grades, and strong relationships. Who could deny you whatever you wanted with such principles?

Someone from high up above, it seems. Because no matter how much you yearned for love and companionship, nothing stuck.

Your partners would always say you're too hard to please, too much of an overachiever, just too much. Too stressed, too stressful, too extreme. Sometimes, in the dimness of your room, you wondered if they were right. If you were truly that ambitious you couldn't understand common sense. You dared fantasize that, by some miracle, someone would accept you the way you are someday; a very driven person with clear-set goals for their passions. It sounded appealing in your head, who wouldn't want to be that way, to be that great? But then again, your past relationships begged to differ.

On the other hand, you had beautiful, long-lasting friendships with your high school friends that you were immensely grateful for. They were there for you every step of the way, lifting you from your lowest lows and making sure you were enjoying yourself amidst the efforts of remaining ‘picture perfect’. However, during this particular moment, you wanted nothing more than to slap some sense into them, a very unusual occurrence in your group. Given the topic at hand... You wonder why they even brought it up. They already knew your answer.

Mina, Ochako, Kyoka, and Momo are gathered in your dorm room, occupying seats from the desk chair to your bed, blocking off the only exit, aka the door. It's almost strategic so you wouldn't run off, already used to your antics and hatred for serious conversations. Mina speaks first, breaking the ice after you huff disapprovingly.

“Tsuyu can babysit Victor, and you can come with us to this bomb-ass party. You haven't been to one since what, like, freshman year?” the pink-haired girl scoffed and walked over to your hunched figure on the bed as you crossed your arms, avoiding her gaze with palpable pettiness. They used the excuse of making a cute study group to get you to attend some weird frat party. No wonder you were sulky.

“I can't. I told you, I have rehearsal later today,” you countered, finding any excuse not to go. It's not that you didn't enjoy parties, you just preferred private hangouts instead. Like D&D sessions, for example. Those were fun, unlike the sweaty, grimy fraternity parties.

Kyoka jumped in, “Which you can comfortably skip. Half of the marching band is coming to this either way.”

Your nose scrunches up impossibly more before Ochako adds, “Everyone's going to be there! It'd be a waste not to come with. Just this one time? Please?”

Their eyes are pleading with you to accept their invitation and you can't lie and say that your resolve hasn't diminished ever so slightly. You had a soft spot for them whether you liked it or not, often getting roped up in less-than-ideal situations... This wasn't going to be one of them, though. You had to stand your ground.

“If it helps, I'll keep everyone in check this time so you can have your fun. I'm not too keen on drinking and dancing as is. How does that sound?” Momo's proper tone has your pettiness very clearly melting away and you curse yourself for being so weak-willed. No, they had to respect your decision already and you had to look away from their infectious stares as quickly as you could.

“I have class first thing in the morning, I can't—”

“We're not gonna be staying long. Just dance, mingle for a bit, and then go back to our rooms.”

Well, shit. You ran out of excuses.

“C'mon, Y/N, please? Just this once.”

And that's how you found yourself here, spacing out in the middle of a far-too-hectic, far-too-crowded living room, practically melting into the only cushioned couch available. To your friend's surprise, you actually danced your heart out for a bit before plopping down and even downing a beer. You needed the liquid courage to get through this night in one piece and you most definitely needed to rest a bit after... that.

“Didn't know you could move like that, Y/N!” Kyoka praises between giggles, approaching the couch with a beer in hand.

You'd be lying if you said your head wasn't absolutely spinning already, shades of purple, blue, and grey mixing when the room spun. Her words didn't even register at first.

“You can't be fucked up already, can you?” A worried Mina joined the conversation, leaning against the armrest casually. God, you have such pretty friends.

“No, no, I'm okay, I think,” you groan and rub the bridge of your nose, colors then turning into shapes, “It's not the alcohol.”

“Oh, right, your stamina is non-existent. This is why we should party more often!”

“I'd rather not,” you snort, blurry shapes turning into colors as the ground stilled beneath you, eyes finally focusing on what you wanted to see most. “I can think of much better ways to increase my stamina.”

The girls follow your gaze, stopping on a familiar redheaded hunk that has your pupils nearly combusting into hearts. They were very much aware of your crush on the popular quarterback, someone you thought was completely out of your league and never tried befriending yet still admired from a distance, akin to your other likings out of reach. You didn't want to admit it, but he was one of the reasons why you accepted to come in the first place. You had it bad for him and his stupidly handsome face and his ridiculously muscular body that had you practically drooling when he was in your vicinity. And to top it off, he was the nicest man on campus — and honestly, the nicest man you've ever met, or well, knew of — it was beyond nuts how perfect he was. That explained the hoard of girls suffocating him wherever he went, but it didn't make it any less obnoxious, driving you away from interacting with him entirely. You've always had a thing for things outside of your reach, after all. Maybe that's also why you put him on such a pedestal because, surely, he had some flaws himself. You couldn't seem to find them, though.

Kyoka's gag interrupted your train of thought, “I have no idea how you go from needing a babysitter for your clarinet to thirsting over some himbo. C'mon, he's not even all that.”

“You're talking. The blond ‘himbo’ you have a crush on isn't that much different. Y/N has great taste,” the pink-haired girl countered, leaning closer to you in hopes of seeing him better, but the dense crowd obscured her vision, “It's just that he's in very high demand. He's not out of your league by any means, just... Yeah.”

You groan, crossing your arms, “I'm aware. That doesn't make me like him any less, though. Tell me something disgusting men do, quick.”

“They don't shower?”

“He literally smells like orange-scented body wash. Bet he tastes like it, too.”

“You're not helping, Mina!”

“Girls!” Momo's voice echoes from somewhere in the crowd, catching your attention. To your utmost surprise, you see the dark-haired girl linking arms with Ochako right next to your crush, jaw dropping when he turns to look at no one other than you. The man has the audacity to send your heart into a frenzy just by grinning, his sharpened teeth on full display for you to imagine how they'd feel against your skin. You realize then and there that simply saying you 'had it bad for him' would be an understatement.

Jesus, has he ever looked that good? You swear that the shirt he has on is new and much tighter, showcasing the mounds of his well-defined abs and pecs. The sweatpants aren't helping either, hanging so low on his hips that his boxers are popping out, text barely concealed by the shirt. You wonder what brand they're from... before noticing the absolute monster in his pants.

A slap on the back of your head brings you back down to earth, suddenly acutely aware of how you were ogling him. And how his gaze was fixed on you the whole time.

The arch of his brow, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards both have your skin igniting with gooseflesh, shoulders tensing as the tips of your ears darkened their color. He caught you staring at him. He caught you staring at his dick. It couldn't be that bad, right? Girls stare at him all the time.

“Come on, babe. And for the love of God, stop being so obvious. I'm getting secondhand embarrassment here,” Mina whispered, pulling you up from the comfort of your new favorite cushion.

You follow without a word due to sheer embarrassment, heels clanking along with the rhythm of the music blasting, its bass thumping within your heart. Oh, shit. It takes you a second to focus, to realize Mina and Kyoka are approaching your other friends who are — less than favorably — conversing with him and his friends. As if on cue, the circling group of girls that weirdly remind you of yourself parts, letting you guys pass and stand in the middle next to Momo. You can barely breathe, avoiding his questioning gaze like the plague, those carmine eyes of his twisting your insides. You pray to any god there is to spare you from this awkward encounter or at least erase his memories of your stare clearly outlining the bump in his sweats. Even better, you pray that the earth swallows you whole, because how are you supposed to talk to him after that? First things first, you need to find an exit. You don't think your heart can handle being in such proximity to him right now.

“I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick,” you mutter to no one in particular, blending into the crowd without hearing the protests from your girls, before seeing a flight of stairs and quickly ascending to the second floor. There should be an empty bathroom you can lock yourself into for the remainder of this party. You couldn't believe you actually did that, needing to dig the underside of your hands into your skull to get rid of that memory. You enjoyed the sight and you couldn't tell if that made you a pervert or just... really infatuated with him? Oh, you were for sure a pervert.

“Dumbass,” you let the word slip out quieter than a whisper once you deem the desolate hallway a safe place to scold yourself.

Maybe you were exaggerating, maybe you weren't, but you couldn't help it. You liked the guy and you wanted to talk to him at some point, see if your personalities match, and maybe become friends — something you're not so sure you'll be able to do now. But you're adults, right? He'll probably understand. Right?

“That's not very nice,” a deep, rumbly voice startles you, making you turn on your heels so fast that you almost run into its owner, “Woah, there. You okay?”

The universe has got to be fucking with you right now. Because Kirishima Eijirou, the man you have a crush on and shamelessly checked out, was towering over you with the same grin on his face he bore just a few moments ago when he caught you peeping. Saying you were a little starstruck wouldn't be quite accurate; you were completely, utterly speechless.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you or anything, it's just...” he licks his bottom lip and you gape at the sight, “You're really pretty. What's your name and could I give you my number?”

What. The. Fuck. I'm dreaming for sure.

It takes you suspiciously long to answer. “Uh... Y-Yeah, sure. My name's Y/N.”

He beams at you with the most brilliant smile you've seen him make and reaches out, albeit hesitantly, to grasp your hand, thumb running over your knuckles. It's as if you're made of porcelain, the way he holds it. Or he's made of something so rough that he doesn't dare apply more pressure to his ghosting touch, the calloused pad memorizing the dips of your knuckles while you stare at it incredulously, eyes wide enough to make you question if he's noticed your predicament. He must've, but why isn't he saying anything? Why isn't he saying anything about... that?

“I'm Eijirou Kiri—”

“I know who you are.”

He pauses, and you mentally slap yourself at how eager you sounded. But he just laughs, “That's great, then. I've seen you around a few times. You're in the marching band, right?”

“Mhm. I, uh, play the clarinet.”

“Awesome! Good to know, maybe I'll pop by rehearsals whenever I have the time to see you play.” Eijirou tilts his head to the side and you're still completely out of it, believing your five senses have betrayed you. Only in your dreams has his cologne been so intoxicatingly sweet. “God, you're really pretty. May I...” he trails off, cautiously glancing into your eyes while tapping the phone in your other hand. You scramble to give it to him, almost dropping it in the process.

“Careful there,” he chuckles, making your skin all tingly when his hand departs to type in his number. “We have a match the day after tomorrow. Would you be interested in coming? I can save you a spot in the front.”

He talks as if he's known you for years. Conversing with him feels so oddly natural that your body relaxes and decides to enjoy this chat, to enjoy his compliments and bold flirting attempts. You stop questioning the authenticity in favor of living in the moment and taking in his features up close. Who knows when you'll get the chance to talk to him like this again? A nerd like you can only dream.

“I think I can come, yeah. Why? You wanna show off?”

“Something like that,” he smiles coyly, handing your phone back, gauging your reaction to the new contact.

‘Eiji <3’

You chew on your bottom lip, holding in a laugh at the contrast between his rough, intimidating exterior and cute manner of speaking. It was all you could do to not say something embarrassing, having a relatively big problem with speaking your mind.

“Thank you,” you say instead, tilting your head to look up at him, finding his gaze already studying you.

“No, thank you,” Eijirou scratches the back of his head, seemingly a bit nervous as well. You could tell that by the reddened tips of his ears, matching his faded, dyed hair. “We're gonna be playing Spin the Bottle soon. I... I want you to be there. To play with us, I mean.”

Tucking your hair behind your ear, a telltale sign of your flustered state given his proposal, you reply, “Oh. Yeah, sure, I'll be there in a bit.”

“Mhm. Alright, little lady. See you downstairs,” he bends down slightly, taking your hand in his once more to press a feathery kiss to your knuckles. He had to know what he was doing to your poor heart, right?

Then, as if nothing unusual had happened, he stuffs his hands in the pockets of his sweats and departs, but not before glancing back over his shoulder to say:

“Oh, and my eyes are up here, by the way.”

Fuuuck.

Spin the Bottle is so incredibly boring when almost the entire student body is playing, because your turn never comes. You wait, you watch people make out while your mood turns all the more sour, and you sip your juice disinterestedly.

But the redhead in front of you doesn't fail to capture your attention, like always. When he notices your gaze, he leans back on his large hands which were planted on the ground, tucking his legs beneath himself as he lifts his hips to adjust. Now, you're sure he knows exactly what he's doing, given the way he pushes up just enough to have you imagining the unholy things those hips could do. You subconsciously press your thighs together, eyes trailing the length of his body before settling on his dimly lit, annoyingly handsome face. The grin he bears is nothing short of devilish, but a sweetness lingers behind those half-lidded eyes, presenting his slightly intoxicated state. This man is going to be the death of you and you couldn't find it in yourself to care. He tilts his head to the side and you're done for. He mouths “Pretty” and you're on cloud fucking nine. Dangerous thoughts of just taking his hand and leading him to a secluded place have your mind reeling, the buzzing of the alcohol amplifying your aching need. Neither of you are drunk enough to make those kinds of mistakes, though. Not yet, at least.

But Mina hands you the empty bottle, breaking the little moment you guys had created so suddenly that you can't hide the small pout of your lips. You can't say you're not disappointed, but knowing what will come if you spin the bottle just right makes you giddy with excitement. Angling the glass bottle, you give it a rather weak spin, hoping, praying it lands on the man before you. The bore points toward everyone in the room for a few, agonizing moments in which you feel as though your heart would grow legs and jump out of its place anytime now, before it slows down. It's like time stops when you hear the clinking of it settling on the side, following its trajectory to see who you're supposed to kiss.

Your heart drops.

It's not Eijirou. No, you would've given everything for it to be him. It's his best friend, Katsuki Bakugo.

What unsettles you more than the frown on the blond's lips is the redhead's quirked brow paired with his unwavering grin. Like he's almost challenging you to make out with his best friend right in front of him. He might just be even more of a pervert than you are.

“Get over here already,” Katsuki huffs, patting his lap impatiently. Knowing the center of the offensive linemen and his reputation, you could tell he wanted to get out of here fast, but maybe someone wasn't letting him leave just yet. His friends, you assumed.

Standing up, you slowly make your way over to him, and in an instant, he grabs your wrist to pull you down into straddling his lap. You gasp, eyeing Eijirou from the corner of your eye only to see him stare intently, leaning closer to Katsuki's shoulder.

“Show him what you're capable of, yeah?” Katsuki whispers in your ear, hands coming to smooth the fabric of your dress over your thighs. “The guy is crazy about you.”

His words barely register when he presses his lips to yours, stealing the air from your lungs. He's not your type and that only solidifies from how roughly he kisses you; messily pushing his tongue into your mouth, teeth clashing while he squeezes your skin. He swallows all your little noises as you grip his shoulders, trying to tell him to slow down, but he doesn't; he does bite your lip, though, so hard you're sure it's going to bruise. The other students watch you two go at it for a while as they whoop and drink, clapping when Katsuki finally pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your tongues. A frown twists your features as you wipe your swollen lips, a deep chuckle vibrating from the blond at your actions. He licks his lips and smacks your thigh which you take as a sign to get off. You gratefully do, sparing Eijirou another flustered glance as you sit back down next to your friends.

Kirishima was fuming beneath his calm facade. He'd shared girls with Katsuki before, that didn't usually affect him, but for some reason, he felt weirdly possessive over you. Maybe it was more than a silly crush like he'd theorized months ago when he saw you on your way home, big case in hand, oversized clothes, and round glasses on the tip of your nose, and yet still thought you were the most gorgeous girl to ever cross his path. He had a feeling it wasn't only a theory when he saw you asleep at the library, drool pooling on the table and hair sticking out in odd places which pulled a chuckle from his throat and beckoned him over to close the book you were writing notes from. He wanted to test that out as soon as possible, so he gathered the courage to walk up to you during the party. He wanted to see if your gloss tasted as sweet as the fruity scent of your perfume, if your skin was as soft as he'd imagined it'd be.

What he didn't want was to see you make out with his best friend. Even so, he couldn't prevent the growing problem in his pants, having to adjust them slightly to hide it, but it honestly didn't help; the tent was very much visible. You seemed like a great kisser and the pretty shade of your lipstick had him dizzy with want. Want, want, want. He wanted so much of you — everything, if you'd allow him — but most of all, he wanted you to want him back.

And he stared at your retreating figure, wondering how to sweep you off your feet, his thoughts clouded with... less-than-appropriate scenarios. Could you blame him? The tight material of your dress hugged your curves perfectly and he wished he could just bury his face between those plush thighs of yours.

The vibration of his phone caught his attention, pulling it out to see a text had come in from an unknown number.

“It's Y/N. Wanna get out of here?”

In your defense, Mina had given you the idea after you told her about your guys' interaction upstairs, but it still didn't help soothe your anxiety. When you pressed 'send', your hands became clammy and shaky. Would he think you're only after his body? Or worse?

“Thought you'd never ask, pretty. Let's go, my apartment isn't far from here.”

That's how you ditched one of the most awaited parties to bang the most popular guy in your college. He wastes no time; pushing you back against the closed door of his apartment by your hips to press his body against yours, his minty breath fanning over your lips.

“You sure you want this?” he nudges your nose with his, thumbs kneading your waist, his hold firm and electrifying. “I wanted to take you out to dinner first, but...”

You wrap your arms around his neck, cutting him off with a breathy whisper, the clothes doing nothing to obstruct the hard planes of his body touching you in all the right places, “I'm sure. You can take me out tomorrow.”

He grins, hand coming up with newfound eagerness to cup your cheek as he parts your colored lips with his thumb, smearing some of your lipstick onto it, “Deal.”

And then his lips are on yours and you're sure you've never felt more alive. They meld with your plump ones, holding a distinctive warmth that elicits a sigh out of you, fingers instinctively tangling in his hair. It falls loose from the half-up ponytail he had it pulled into, hair tie falling somewhere on the floor but neither of you cares to pick it up. Neither of you dare to interrupt the kiss, not when you've been waiting so long to find out how he tastes like.

His tongue slides into your mouth, expertly brushing yours before pulling out and repeating the excruciatingly slow cycle for a few minutes, savoring your taste. Yep, he was right; fruity flavor. A chill runs down his spine when you subconsciously roll your hips, needing to pin you to the door in order to control his aching need. He wanted to take his time, to explore your body the way it was meant to be explored, to worship it.

Then he feels a small hand rest on his bicep, squeezing and pushing him back slightly. It takes everything in him to pull away, panting heavily with furrowed brows and a deep blush adorning the apple of his cheeks while staring down at you. His throat bobs expectantly.

“I've never, um... I think there's something wrong with my body,” you admit embarrassedly, needing to get it out of the way before things get serious.

“What?”

“I'm just saying that you won't have to focus on me,” you quickly explain, resting your delicate hands on his broad shoulders, “I've never orgasmed with a partner before.”

Eijirou looks absolutely appalled. His sharp jaw slacks open in disbelief, brows furrowing even further to the point where it looks almost comical. He looks offended, you realize.

“No one has made you come before?” his voice is just a tad bit louder than before, his hands trailing down your sides absentmindedly.

“No.” His bewildered stare turns you into a blushing mess which makes you avoid eye contact.

“But you orgasm perfectly fine by yourself?”

“Mhm.”

He pulls you impossibly closer to press a light kiss to the top of your head in a reassuring manner, “We absolutely cannot have that. Jesus, Y/N, that's got to be, like, a crime.”

In the blink of an eye, he hauls you up like you weigh nothing, cradling your knees and back with strong, determined hands. Squeaking in surprise, you cling to him as if your life depended on it, burying your heated face into the side of his neck. Feeling movement, you guess that he's leading you to his bedroom. You haven't had the chance to look at his apartment yet, though. Bummer.

“Having such a gorgeous girl all to themselves and not making her come once? Did they even try?”

You reminisce for a moment, wincing at the memories. You've had terrible partners up until now. “Well...”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Something in your gut shifts at the curse spilling from his mouth, wondering if you've ever heard him do that before. He probably cursed during his matches. It was incredibly hot nonetheless. “Don't worry, pretty girl. I'll take care of you. Even better than Katsuki would.”

Katsuki?

“You don't have to—”

“I want to. More than anything, so please, let me,” his murmur is laced with desperation and you have no choice but to give in. He'd probably get tired of it once he'll see you're not coming.

The path to his bed is a short one and you feel the soft, satin sheets against your back before you know it. He's lowering you onto the mattress of his bed, rough hands smoothing the skin of your thighs as he stands between them, his large frame shadowing you. He places a knee on the edge, propping them up onto his shoulders to keep you there while he kisses your knee. All the while, he's staring down at you, chest heaving and ruby eyes searching yours. You gasp when he bites your calf, applying mild pressure to leave a mark as his hands begin working on taking off your heels. He slides them off with ease, gently massaging your feet to calm your bubbling nerves.

He discards them next to his bed and kisses your bare ankles, before suddenly letting go of your legs and going to sit down with his back to the headboard. You prop yourself up by the elbows, sending him the most confused look you could muster amidst the fogginess of your arousal. He just sinks further, his head resting on a pillow, a smirk tugging the corners of his swollen lips.

“Sit,” he commands, the rumble of his voice making your body move by itself to straddle his waist. His hands find your hips again, squeezing the skin through your dress with a click of his tongue. “Not there.”

He practically manhandles you to sit on his face, your clothed core hovering inches above it as a shocked gasp escapes your throat, hands gripping the headboard to keep elevated.

“Wait, I'm too heavy!” But he's already pushing you down with a force you can't fight, your dress riding up as he does so, revealing your matching underwear in the process. He buries his nose into your cunt, groaning deeply when he inhales your scent for the first time. It's as if he's in heaven and he hasn't begun yet. He can't resist placing a kiss on your clit before using one hand to push the material to the side, his other one keeping you nice and snug on top of him. You feel so embarrassed your hand shoots up to cover your mouth, the position unlocking a new part of yourself. Seeing him laid out under you, admiring your pussy with wide eyes, has you already clenching around nothing. This had to be a dream.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he praises, unable to take his eyes off you, “I'll make you feel so good, baby. Sit down, please? I need to taste you. C'mon.”

Apprehensively, you lower yourself until his mouth makes contact with your folds. He easily spreads them with his warm tongue, lapping to drink the slick pouring like a man starved. The noise you let out is downright sinful; a long, almost relieved moan that makes your head loll back. You've gotten eaten out before, sure, but the guy mistook your clit for the left fold... So, it's safe to say it's never felt so good before and he barely even started.

He licks a stripe up, flattening his tongue against the throbbing bud before flicking it, assessing that might be enough to hear the cute noise you let out once more. And he's right, you immediately mewl and arch your back, trying your damnedest not to grind onto his face. But he's not having it, he sucks on your bud long and hard before releasing it with a pop, locking his lips with your folds instead. This ought to get a good reaction out of you.

It does. Your hips stutter from the intrusion of his tongue diving deep inside you, warm and eager to please. His name spills past your lips, or well, a version of it, one that makes him immediately start bullying your insides.

“Ah— Eiji, god! Ah, fuck,” hearing this, he delivers a good smack to your ass, sending your hips forward from sheer force. You whimper and he rubs the spot as an apology, squeezing it slightly.

When you close your eyes and grind particularly hard against his face, he groans into your cunt, the vibrations making you cry out. It felt impossibly good; was this what you had been missing out on all this time? Now you felt a little sorry for yourself, too.

But you can't even think with him in between your legs, eating you out like a five-star course meal. Slick and saliva run down your inner thighs, probably making a mess of his chin, the image being almost enough to send you over the edge.

“Fuck, Eiji, you're so good... Don't stop, oh my god...”

“Hmm?” he hums and you shiver, sitting straighter now to throw the skimpy dress over your head before leaning back, bracing yourself by placing your palms onto his clothed chest so you could move faster.

“God, fuck, fuck, fuck...” you chant over and over, the length of his tongue making your body turn to mush.

Not only do you melt from his skillfulness, but you also feel a familiar heat building up in your lower stomach the longer he thrusts his tongue into you, reducing you to nothing but a moaning mess. You rock your hips and squeeze your thighs, essentially suffocating him, and you see his eyes roll to the back of his head while a deep groan vibrates through your folds. Having you clench down on his tongue while you chase your high and cut off his oxygen makes him see stars right alongside you, needing to bury himself deeper, to smother himself with your taste, with your addictive scent. He can't believe he's doing this, but he knows he never wants to stop.

“Eiji, I'm, fuck, I'm gonna—” and just like that, with another thrust of his tongue, you shake as your release washes over you, coating the lower half of his face.

You learn one more thing about Eijirou. He doesn't like to waste any of your precious time.

The redhead dives right back in, not letting you recover even for a second. He's more aggressive with it the second time he makes you come and becomes completely pussy drunk the third time, so much so you have to literally push his head away and slide down to his chest with trembling thighs to get him to stop.

A growl ripples through the room, shocking your pretty fucked out self back to life. God, you really need to work on your stamina.

“You taste fucking amazing,” he pants, propping himself up onto his elbows and grabbing the back of your head, “C'mere, pretty.”

He smashes his lips with yours and you taste yourself on his tongue, core flaring with need once again. As your tongues dance a longing waltz, you find the hem of his shirt and tug at it, earning his attention. He instantly sheds the piece of fabric, reconnecting your lips mere moments later.

The tips of his fingers sneak underneath the cups of your bra, taunting you with a grin. You bite his lower lip in an attempt to speed things up, letting him know just how much you yearn for him. And who is he to deny such a nice, pretty lady like yourself? A hand circles your figure, reaching to undo the clasp of your bra.

“If you'll let me, I'll make you the happiest woman in the world,” he whispers on your lips, leaning his forehead against yours as he removes your bra, drinking in the sight with blown, lovesick pupils. “Just ask and I'll do anything.”

You chew on your bottom lip thoughtfully, “Well... First off, I want you to fuck me silly. If you can.”

His face lights up, a boyish chuckle rippling through the air, “Your wish is my command. I gotta stretch you out first, so lay back.”

You do as you're told, lying down on the bed as he finally takes off your soaked panties, folding them neatly to place them on top of his nightstand. He crawls over to you, spreading your legs and finding purchase between them while softly squeezing your inner thighs. You take this opportunity to trace the bulging muscles on his body, realizing exactly just how big he was. No wonder he could tackle his adversaries so easily, the man was definitely a gym rat. But something catches your eye; the multiple scars decorating his tanned skin in odd shapes. You follow one on his bicep with the pad of your middle finger, sending a shiver down his spine from the clear tenderness in your touch.

“Where'd you get these from?” you whisper through the darkness and stillness of his room, adding to the intimate factor.

Eijirou glances down, placing a large palm on top of yours, “American football is very... intense, let's say. Don't worry, though. They don't hurt anymore.”

You stare as he kisses the back of your hand, trailing kisses up from your wrist to your elbow, “I see. When you come over, remind me to give you the ointment I have. It's really good for scars.”

Nothing escapes him, a smirk twisting his face at your wording, “‘When’? Damn, sweetheart, you want me that bad, huh?”

You giggle, smacking his beefy arm, “Shut up.”

“Gladly.”

Then his lips find yours again while his middle finger teases your folds, sinking into your twitching hole with ease. You were so wet already from coming three times that just a few thrusts and another finger later, you were more than ready to take him. Finally.

He hooks a finger under his pants and drags them down along with his boxers as he watches your reaction intently. Just before his manhood could spring out, you stiffen a giggle, earning a quirked brow from him.

“‘Mr. Big'?” you quote the brand written on the elastic band of his boxers, pulling a laugh out of him as well.

But then he eases them down, his cock springing free and smacking his stomach in the process, and all you can do is stare wide-eyed. He was insanely girthy, a pang of fear rushing through you at having that inside you. He must've noticed, because he leans over you to press a soothing kiss to your temple, thumb kneading your hip, other hand reaching into his pocket.

“I'll go slow, okay?” he murmurs, placing a pillow under your rear to keep you in a more comfortable position, one that he knew shouldn't hurt, all while ripping open a condom and rolling it on his shaft. “Relax for me, baby.”

You nod and wrap your arms around his neck, keeping him pressed against you as he palms his cock, lining it up with your entrance. He runs the tip through your folds once, twice, spreading your slick with breathy groans he can't bother muffling, not when the heat emanating from you has him leaking so much. And when his tip catches your hole, bending the length of his dick slightly as he pushes it in with slow, calculated strength, he nearly comes on the spot. You mewl, clawing at his back while he continues, pushing inch after inch into your tight hole.

“C'mon, angel, just a bit more,” he mutters through clenched teeth at how your pussy clenches like a vice, thumb finding its way to your clit to rub it lazily. “That's it. Good girl.”

“Ah, Eiji, s'too big— Holy fuck!” the words come out muffled because you bite into his shoulder to keep yourself grounded when he slips in so deep he's basically kissing your cervix. You feel elated, you see colorful shapes, and taste iron in your mouth, but god if it doesn't feel good. He's so deep, so warm, the rubber of the condom not doing much to contain the indents of his veins that tickle your walls enough to have you moaning every time he twitches. It's insane, you're connected and the pleasure is insane.

“Feel how good that is, baby? How my cock reaches so deep?” he whispers into your ear, nibbling on it slightly. His hands are on either side of you, making sure you're okay before gently pulling out and thrusting into you again. “Those exes of yours have no idea what they're missing. Seeing your face twist with pleasure and screaming my name is... Fuck, it's the best thing I've ever seen.”

“Ah, ah, Eiji! Faster!”

His hips snap against yours, the unholy noise bouncing off the walls and amplified when he picks up the pace. “Princess, there's nothing wrong with you. Your body is perfect,” to prove his point, he kneads your breast with one hand while the other works on your clit, “And it's only for me. This beautiful, gorgeous body, all mine. You're mine, angel, aren't you?”

The tip of his cock bullies your g-spot relentlessly, effortlessly making you arch your back and your vision blur. Pleasure like this should be illegal, you think through the haze of being fucked so good you know you won't be able to walk for a week.

“Ah, ah, yes! All yours!”

He grins, giving your breast a rest to cup your cheek instead, lips pressing open-mouthed kisses down your jaw. “Good. I'm all yours, too, princess.”

He doesn't even have to tell you to use him as you please, because you're already moving your hips to meet his unforgiving thrusts, searching for your fourth high of the night. Something tells you that you won't be leaving his bed anytime soon and you honestly wouldn't have it any other way. You want him to make you indisputably his, to wipe the taste of Katsuki from your lips — even though he already did, a long time ago.

“You're so tight, fuuuck,” his curse doesn't go unnoticed and you muster up the strength to smirk, knowing you were the one who made Eijirou Kirishima, the nicest man on campus, curse out of pleasure. An achievement ticked off your list.

Glancing up to see your flushed face, the smirk on your lips catching him off guard. His heart races wildly in his chest with a sudden rush of possessiveness and he digs his sharp teeth into the side of your smoot neck, deciding a few marks would look delicious on you. Sucking and licking while he pounds into you like a dog in heat, scratching his back is all you can do to stop yourself from immediately releasing, wanting to do it at the same time as him.

“Such a pretty girl,” he chants praises against your sweaty skin, marking you up without a care in the world, “My pretty girl.”

You squeeze his cock and he gets lost in your gummy walls, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his grunts become louder.

“Angel, I'm not gonna last if you do that,” he nearly whimpers and you know you're done for if he plows into you a few more times, especially with the way his cock twitches when it bounces off that sweet spot he loves to abuse.

“You're so, ah... So handsome... Ah, hng,” you return the praises, shaky hands tangling in his hair to keep his weight on your body like a protective blanket, your back arching off the bed.

His eyes drift down to where one ends and the other begins, noticing a frothy ring of your mixed juices circling his base. That, combined with your words, have the man blushing, hips stuttering as he goes above and beyond to make you feel even better.

“Baby, I can't... Fuck, I'm gonna...”

“Y-Yeah, me too...”

Soon enough, his hand rubs your clit and you soak his lower part in your juices while he spills inside the condom, both screaming for each other while doing so. And it's the most beautiful thing you've ever experienced; so blissed out you can only catch your breath quietly as he pulls out to take off the used rubber, tying it up at the top with shaky hands.

You close your eyes for a moment, basking in the aftermath of making love. This truly felt real, not just plain sex for the man's enjoyment. You don't even realize when he comes back to wipe you down with a damp cloth, lost in your imagination.

“You did so well for me, darling. I'll treat you so well from now on.”

However, you seemed to have forgotten how much stamina athletes possessed. Because you feel his breath fanning your core again, making your eyes shoot open and butterflies swim in your stomach.

“Think you can handle one more for me?”

Imagine how shocked your friends were when you showed up to his match, not only wearing his jersey, but also matching bracelets you guys made on your first date. You finally got the man of your dreams.

© chocogoldie 2024.

a/n: sorry this took longer than it should've!!! was so busy i could barely get any sleep these past few days ajjdkdkd so i'm sorry if it's rushed or just kinda bad in general 🫠🫠 as always, not proofread nor edited!

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Moonstruck

jason todd x reader

aka sober thoughts and all that

warnings: intoxication

Jason has a thing about drinking around you. He’d kind of skirted around it for a while when you were first dating, but after a while you’d noticed he never really has more than a drink or two regardless of how much you had. The only times you ever see him drink more is when he’s downing whiskey as a pain mitigater when he needs stitches. You’d initially assumed he just wasn’t a big drinker, but eventually you’d come to realize it was more of a matter of not wanting to lose his inhibitions around you. 

You know he’s still working on trusting himself, even sober, because he’s terrified of accidentally hurting you. But you have a hard time imagining him losing control like that in any state and you’re nearly certain he’s just being hard on himself.

You’ve been falling in and out of less than peaceful sleep for the past few hours, having trouble easing yourself while your boyfriend is still out. You at least attempted to get to bed earlier tonight because for once he isn’t out fighting crime and risking injury, though you haven’t found much more luck than usual. 

You lie on your back, half ready to give up and turn on a movie while you wait.

You’re momentarily startled to hear Dick bellow out your name, no regard for the fact that it’s nearing three in the morning and you have neighbors. He’s not much of a shouter so you’re instantly on alert, worried that he or Jason are hurt.

You fumble out of bed and rush to the living room, surprised to find your fire escape empty. You turn, proceeding towards the front door, opening it cautiously. 

“Dick? What—” You don’t need to finish your question because the second you take one good look at the two of them, the state of them is immediately clear. Dick, who’s barely standing upright on his own, supports your boyfriend's weight via Jason’s arm slinged around his shoulder.

“Hey!” Dick grins at you, far more lively than he has any business being this late at night. “Sorry, couldn’t remember which apartment was yours.”

You nod pensively, “Well the perspective’s different than when you’re coming in through the window.”

He continues on past that without thought, “I’ve come to deliver,” he says, gesturing up to Jason with a bit of a strain. You’re pretty sure there were supposed to be a couple more words at the end of that sentence but you understand well enough anyway.

You nod, eyebrows raised and try to hide a smile. “Thanks, Dick.” He shifts your boyfriend off of his shoulder to lean him up against the door frame, where Jason places a majority of his weight.

You eye him warily, not confident in his steadiness. He seems to hold well enough against the heavy door though, his eyes drifting around the tiled floor. Your attention shifts to Dick, who’s clearly satisfied with a job well done and ready to go.

You tilt your head, seeing him turn away. “You good?”

“I’m great!” He calls out with a thumbs up. You watch as he staggers away, nearly missing the exit.

You look back over at Jason, who’s already staring at you with a soft gaze. “You’re pretty,” he fawns, irises blown out and flickering all over your face.

“Oh you’re drunk drunk.” You grin, watching him stumble forward a bit.

He shakes his head, looking a bit dizzy after, “Shoulda seen Tim.”

You pause mid laugh, “…Who drove you here?”

He falters at that, gaze falling to the floor. “Uh…” He winces, “Damian…”

You nod slowly, eyes wide, “We’re gonna talk about that tomorrow.”

“He’s better than you’d think.” You’d hope so. 

Well, at least he’s spending time with his brothers.

You sigh, straightening your posture in preparation for the job to come. “Alright, come on big guy,” you pull him up from his slant against the wall, hauling him into the same position he’d been in with Dick—though you’re struggling significantly more to hold him upright. “You gotta help me out here, Jay,” you grunt, trying very hard not to fold under his weight. You swat the door shut behind you, making peace with the fact that he’ll scold in the morning for not locking it.

He presses an uncoordinated kiss to the side of your head as you try to shuffle him along, not interested in the least in easing your labor. His self discipline isn't quite gone, but his awareness of how big he is sure seems to be. 

You wobble from the heavy weight of his arm around your shoulders, holding onto him by his waist. You manage to get him to sidestep your cat, narrowly, though Salem hisses at him all the same. Jason takes no notice. You stumble into your bedroom with only about 30% of his usual balance aiding your effort.

He collapses onto the bed the second his legs hit the frame, pulling you down with him. You lie, somewhat awkwardly, on his chest as he holds you tight—probably tighter than he would if he were sober. It feels nice though.

You lie your cheek flat on his chest, relaxing against him. “What’d you guys do? Thought you were just having an easy night.”

He takes a deep breath before answering, “Raided Dick’s liquor c—” he stops, mulling over his words. “...Bruce’s liquor that was in Dick’s cabinet.” He annunciates every word in that sentence very carefully.

You squint speculatively, “Didn’t take Dick for the stealing type.”

He grumbles, “He’s not. ‘Less it’s Bruce.”

You can’t help the smile that breaks out on your face, “Aw, you really do take after your big brother, don’t you?” 

He scoffs at that, “I don’t. I’m the one who gave him the idea.” Yeah, that sounds right.

He taps on your cheek lightly and you pick your head up to find him looking at you with puppy dog eyes.

“What’s that look for?”

“Can I kiss you?” his eyes drop down to your lips, “I really wanna kiss you.” He’s nearly whispering and you feel your heart skip several beats at the feeling of his eyes on you like this.

You press a light kiss to his lips and he practically purrs.  

You pull back, admiring the serene expression on his face. “You taste like whiskey.”

“I like whiskey,” he says honestly.

You smile, nodding. “I know. Don’t know why, but..”

He leans in for another kiss but you parry, only letting his lips meet your cheek. He frowns grimly, attempting to chase your lips. 

“Lemme kiss you,” the pout on his face is adorable and while you hesitate to deny him, you retreat, resting your chin on his chest.

You smile wistfully, tracing his cheekbone, “You’re drunk, baby.”

“‘M not that drunk,” he tells you, though everything about him says otherwise.

Your hand falls flat on his shoulder. “Your eleven year old brother drove you here.”

He shrugs, “He can drive the bat…batcar? Bat…”

“Batmobile,” you finish.

“The batmobile.” he nods, as if he was seconds away from remembering. You suspect he wasn’t. 

“Bruce lets him drive it?” you question, wholly disbelieving.

“No.”

Enough said.

“You’re gonna be hungover as hell in the morning,” you mumble, taking in his uninhibited demeanor.

He nods that off, “‘S okay. You’ll be here, right?”

You tilt your head, observing him chalantly. “Where else would I go?”

His arms snake tighter around you at that, giving you a little squeeze before relenting. 

“I wanna marry you,” he murmurs, brushing your hair out of your face and tucking it neatly behind your ear. 

You blink rapidly a few times, “What?” You push yourself up on his chest, sitting up on his abdomen.

“Wanna marry you.” He repeats, eyes lidded as he breathes easy under you. “You’re m’favorite person…want you t’be my wife.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat. “..You want me to be your wife?”

His lips are slightly parted and his pupils are wide as he stares up at you, taking in your features carefully. “‘Course I do.” He brings his fingers up to your cheek, touching you softly with all the wonderment of a little kid. “You’re so pretty.”

You’re quick to return, “So are you.” Especially right now.

He shuts his eyes momentarily, shaking his head morosely, “You gotta stop bein’ so nice t’me,” he lets his hand fall to rest on your thigh. “Don’t deserve it.”

“Shut up,” you lour, “You deserve it more than anybody.”

“No. Not more than you,” his hands knead at your thighs like it’s an instinct. “You deserve everything.” He closes his eyes, tilting his chin up as his head sinks further back into the pillow. “Think I’d do anything you wanted.”

“Jay—”

He continues on, “Want you t’be happy. Wanna make you happy.”

Your face falls into an expression of dazed awe, “You do make me happy.”

He dwindles at that, “No, really happy. Take care of you. Build you a house, give you babies. Wha’ever you want.”

He paws at your thighs, trying to get you to come closer again to him. You lay back down on top of him and his hand instantly buries itself in your hair, stroking softly. “You’re just…you’re so perfect…” He turns his head to mumble against your forehead, “Feel like I dreamed you, sometimes.”

You breathe deeply against the crook of his neck, eyes feeling glassy. “I love you.” It’s all you can get out, and it’s not enough, but it’s all of it. 

“I love you,” he says like he’s trying to turn it into gospel. “So much. I love you so much, so fuckin’ much.” His words start to get lost in his weary babbling.

Your chest feels full and you can distinctly feel every beat of your heart against it. Or maybe it’s Jason’s heart. But what’s the difference?

You press a tender kiss to the nape of his neck. “You’re really sweet when you’re drunk, you know that?”

He hums lowly, head lulling against yours.

You still for a second, finding his breathing has slowed and his hand has seized its movement in your hair. His soft breaths fill the air as you press a kiss to his collarbone before settling in completely. “You’re gonna love when I tell you about this in the morning,” you whisper, letting your eyes shut too.

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Hi!! If you're up to it do you think you could write something about the first time Jason brings his gf to the manor. Like maybe he brings her in but doesn't tell anyone and so everyone is trying to sneak a glimpse of her??

meet the family

jason todd x fem!reader

aka jason has a girlfriend???

warnings: none

The manor sits full as ever—a cloud of mild boredom sweeping over the Wayne clan.

Dick sits perched on top of an armchair reading a catalog, Stephanie’s splayed out across the couch, Cass is bundled up in blankets atop the ottoman, and Damian leans up against the center table from the floor.

It’s a relatively slow afternoon, until Tim comes bursting into the room, out of breath.

“There’s a girl here!”

Everybody looks at him, disinterest scattered across the room. “There’s a couple of ‘em.” Dick says, flipping through the pages of the magazine.

Tim huffs, “No! In Jason’s room—he has a girl in there!” Eyebrows shoot up at that.

“Now I know you’re lying.” Damian mutters.

Tims head snaps over to Damian. “Dude, go see for yourself. I heard her!”

“You really think Jason would bring a girl here and not even introduce us?” Steph asks, unconvinced.

“Yeah.”

“Yes.”

“Obviously.”

Cassandra nods fervently.

“Okay, yeah. Maybe.” Stephanie mutters. “I bet he’ll introduce me before any of you guys, though.”

Dick barks out a laugh, “You’re nothing short of delusional if you think he’s introducing any of us.”

“We’ll have to take matters into our own hands, then.” Tim says, decidedly.

Damian audibly sighs and rolls his eyes.

“I’m meeting her first.” Steph confirms. “I’ll put money down right now.”

“Meet her or see her?” Cass signs.

“Same thing.” Stephanie shrugs.

Dick shoots up from his seat, “First person to see her gets to be the ring bearer!” He announces, racing out of the room.

Knock knock knock knock knock…

Knock knock.

It takes a good forty seconds, but Jason opens the door, an annoyed frown already on his face.

Dick gives him his brightest smile. It beams of deceit in Jason's eyes. “Hey man. What’cha doing?”

He crosses his arms. “What do you want?”

Dick tries to peer around Jason into the room, but Jason made a point of barely opening the door and his large frame isn’t doing Dick any favors right now.

“Just wanted to say hey…You wanna hang out?”

“No.”

Dick lingers awkwardly. “…Are you sure?”

Jason shuts the door.

A couple minutes later, Tim comes running up the stairs. He opts to skip over the courtesy of knocking and go straight for barging through the door himself. Or he would’ve, if Jason hadn’t seen that coming from a mile away and locked it.

“Fuck off, Tim!” Jason calls from inside the room.

“You lost your right to privacy the second you walked in this house!” He shouts back, hitting his fist against the door.

And Tim swears he can hear a sweet laugh as he trudges away. The authenticity of that claim will be heavily debated downstairs for the next several minutes.

Not even a thirty seconds later, Stephanie comes a knockin’. Jason opens the door wordlessly, patience clearly dissipating more and more.

“Hey, Jason! I can’t find my comm, you wouldn’t happen to have it, would you?”

His face deadpans. “No, Steph.”

Stephanie clicks her tongue, “Can you check?”

He stares at her.

“Actually you’re right, it would be faster if I did.” Stephanie tries to push past him into the room, but Jason, unsurprisingly, doesn’t budge.

“Stephanie.”

“I just want to meet her!” She pleads. “I won’t even tell the others, I’ll just say you wouldn’t let me in either!”

“Bye.” He closes the door.

He doesn’t make it all the way back to the bed before the next knock, singular and short.

Jason snaps the door open again, looking down at Damian with a glare.

Never one to waste any time, “Is there a girl in here?” Damian asks, seeming thoroughly disinterested in the answer.

Jason shuts the door in his face.

Several minutes later, another, quieter knock. Jason’s groan can be heard from outside the room. He pulls open the door once again.

It’s Cass.

She stares at him.

He stares at her.

“Can I say hi to her?” She signs.

Jason sighs. “I’ll pass along the message.”

She smiles and turns back down the hall.

Jason closes and locks the door once again, trudging back over to the bed where you lay. He collapses onto your chest, your arms wrapping around each others bodies immediately.

“Cass says hi.” He mumbles, the sound obscured by his face-down position.

“That message would be a lot more meaningful if I actually knew Cass.”

He groans. “You don’t want to meet them.”

“I do.” You say, running your fingers through his hair. “And I think you do too, or you wouldn’t have brought me to the house where the world's best detectives live.”

“I’m starting to regret it now.”

“Come on. Please?” You plead.

He picks his head up to look at you.

“Are you sure?” He asks with a grimace.

“Absolutely.” You say, topping it off with a kiss on his cheek.

He sighs.

Well. It’s never been within Jason’s skill set to deny you, anyways.

You descend the stairs hand in hand with Jason, his energy mopier than usual. You can hear a gaggle of voices coming from a room ahead, all talking over one another.

“Okay, Tim, you climb up outside the window and—”

“—It’s your plan, you scale the side of the house.”

Jason drops his head and mutters a “Jesus Christ…” as you near the commotion.

You give him a reassuring smile and pat his back as you both move into the doorway.

Everyone’s heads snap to the doorway, eyes wide and waiting.

Jason takes a deep breath like he’s steeling himself for torture. “Guys…This is my girlfriend.”

“Hi.” You smile sweetly, waving to the room.

There’s a moment of still silence before the room erupts.

“Hold on—”

“—my god, she’s so pretty!”

“Oh wow—”

“Wait, what?”

”—You’re real?”

“—didn’t place that bet.”

Stephanie comes scurrying up to you and grabs both of your hands in hers. “Hi, I’m Steph!” She says with a beaming smile. “What’s your name?”

“I’m—”

But the others are right on her tail, crowding around you.

“We didn’t even know Jason had a girlfriend.” Tim says.

“Still not convinced.” Damian mumbles from the back.

Cass waves and signs something to you.

“She says we’re really happy to meet you, which we are.” Dick tells you.

Damian moves closer within the huddle and inspects you closely. You have no idea what he’s inspecting you for. You don’t need to dwell on it for long because Jason pushes his head away from you with mild force making Damian scowl.

Stephanie chimes in, “Did he bring you here to meet us? The others said—”

Jason cuts her off, already knowing exactly where that sentence was going. “I brought her here to show her my old room.”

Dick snickers, “Oh, is that what you were off doing?”

“Watch it.” Your boyfriend warns.

You nudge him with your elbow, be nice.

Tim moves closer to you, narrowing his eyes. “So you’ve like, spent time with him and everything? And you still want to be around him?”

“Okay and you’re done.” Jason takes your hand and leads you out of the room and back down the hallway.

“No wait!”

You’re already out of the room and into another and then another before you can even realize that you’re headed for the front door.

You stop in your tracks, pulling him to a halt as well. “What about—”

Jason shakes his head. “You don’t want to meet him.”

You lower your chin at him, “Jay. Do you want me to meet him?”

He’s silent and doesn’t look like he particularly does.

You sigh, “Okay, do you want him to meet me?”

“I—yeah…” he trails, and you give him your best sweet eyes, the ones that he knows he has no business saying no to. “I…okay. Okay.”

He leads you down another hallway, the sounds of his siblings clambering echoing in the distance. You end up in a room that looks like a never used study, where Jason pushes on one of the walls. It slides open with a bit of force from him, revealing a door with a keypad next to it.

He types a series of numbers into it, and opens it up to a narrow passageway that looks remarkably like a cave.

The passageway leads down to a set of stairs, and you can hear the loud sound of water in the distance.

You’re quite nervous about walking into the Batcave, but you know Jason wouldn’t bring you anywhere near it unless he was sure it would be okay. Okay for you that is, more so than his father.

“Careful. It’s slippery.” Jason holds your hand the whole way down anyway, making sure to linger no more than a step and a half in front of you.

You see Bruce Wayne, sitting at a desk with a large array of computer screens in front of it, and case files scattered all throughout the surface.

He doesn’t acknowledge your entrance, though you have to imagine if Jason got his observation skills from anywhere, it would be him.

As you approach, Jason switches your hands so that his left is holding your left. The result has his figure half covering you, you can only assume partially limiting Bruce’s view of you.

“Bruce.”

Bruce turns his chair around, regarding Jason with a raised chin. The greeting is somehow even more formal than you’d expected.

“Jason.” He readdresses his gaze to you. “Who’s this?”

Jason has a hell of a feeling that Bruce already knows exactly who you are. He’s probably known about you since you started dating. He would’ve had to, to not be pissed as hell that Jason brought a civilian into the cave.

Jason introduces you, his hand reluctantly letting go as you step forward to shake Bruce’s.

Bruce looks surprised, though pleasantly so. He smiles and shakes it kindly.

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” He says.

“You too, I’ve heard a lot about you.” You say, smiling.

He laughs, “Oh, I bet.” Looking to Jason, he says, “I can’t say I’ve had the same pleasure, unfortunately.”

Though Jason’s behind you now, you can practically feel him roll his eyes.

“No, I can’t imagine him sharing anything unprovoked.” Bruce smiles widely at that.

He opens his mouth to say something else, but Jason, who’s probably on the brink of losing his mind down here, interrupts.

“Alright. Time to go.” Jason says, grabbing your hand again. He doesn’t give you much time to protest before he’s guiding you by the waist past him and towards the stairs.

You let him nudge you out and call over your shoulder, “It was nice meeting you!”

He’s halfway up the stairs as you exit, only to be stopped by Bruce addressing him again.

“Jason.”

Jason stalls his steps, turning around slowly. You’re out of the cave now, and Jason’s not excited to be alone with his Dad for even a minute. It doesn’t help that he has no idea what he’ll say.

“She’s kind.” Bruce says, simply.

“Yes.”

He tilts his head at Jason, observing him. “You love her?”

Jason looks at the ground. “Yes.”

Bruce nods. “Good.”

He returns to his work at the computers wordlessly, and Jason has to take a moment to realign himself before he climbs the rest of the stairs.

Jason doesn’t particularly seek his fathers approval, nor does he place any definable value on it. However, hearing him give his own version of his blessing to you struck something inside Jason. Something deep in his chest.

He re-enters the study, finding it empty. He walks out into the hallway, where you’re nowhere to be found. Despite being halfway across the house by this point, he can distinctly hear his siblings chattering in the living room. Chattering. And chattering. And chattering…

Oh god, you went back to the living room.

As Jason approaches the conversation becomes clearer.

“—long have you been together, anyways?”

“Well—”

Stephanie gasps suddenly, cutting you off. “Oh wait, you have to meet Alfred!”

“Oh, we’ve already met.” You tell her.

Dick’s head snaps up. “What? When?”

Jason enters the room, draping his arm around your shoulder. “About six months before you met her.”

A chorus of gasps and shouts ring out.

“What?”

undergoing a process of embiggening

Forgot to post for Jason's birthday here jsjs

katsuki's parents are fashion designers, so of course, you'd ask him for his opinion on the perfect outfit for lunch with them.

you've been in the bedroom for 10 minutes. katsuki’s been in the kitchen just as long, already dressed, waiting for you. he sighed, patience wearing thin. "you having trouble in there, doll?" he called out, his voice carrying through the house.

"nope! i'm done actually, coming down!" you replied, the sound of your heels clicking on the floorboards following soon after.

your fiance glanced at the staircase and… wow.

for a moment, it was like the world faded away.

all he could see was you.

you, in that beautiful dress.

a white dress with a delicate rose pattern, paired with red heels. your hair was down, loosely curled, with a white cardigan draped over your arm.

katsuki couldn’t tear his eyes away. you looked effortlessly stunning, and it hit him all at once—how lucky he was.

"so, what do you think?" your voice brought him back to the present. you were closer now, smiling up at him, that irresistible smile that always made his heart do somersaults. "the best part of this dress? it has pockets!" you added, grinning.

he blinked, trying to shake off the daze. "what's with you women and pockets in dresses?" he muttered, though there was no bite in his tone.

you pouted, and katsuki barely resisted the urge to reach out and pinch your cheeks, frustrated by just how cute you were. "pockets in dresses are rare, y'know? and it’s a hassle to carry a bag if you’re just bringing a few things."

"then why the fuck don't you just wear pants?"

"they're uncomfortable."

the blond sighed, shaking his head. "whatever."

you rolled your eyes, not letting him off the hook. "you didn’t answer my question."

he raised an eyebrow, "hah?"

"what do you think of the dress?" you tilted your head, waiting.

he hummed, his gaze sweeping over you from head to toe, admiring every detail. instead of answering, he tilted your chin up and pressed a slow, sweet kiss to your lips, pouring all his thoughts and feelings into that one gesture.

you melted into him, resting your hands gently on his chest. katsuki pulled away just enough to grab your hand. "let’s go."

you smiled softly behind him. "okay."

you didn’t need words to know how katsuki felt about the dress—or about you. his actions said it all.

katsuki hits the back of your knees with the grocery cart when you’re out shopping and the way you look back at him makes him wheeze every time.

No matter how much you tossed and turned, no position was comfortable enough to sleep in. At this point you sighed out of annoyance before sitting up. You thought about what you could do to get yourself to sleep when you noticed something shine in the corner of your eye. His room key…

Bakugou had given you his dorm key to use wherever he wasn’t there and you needed something or just wanted to stay in there. You haven’t used it since you haven’t found a need to but with how you feel right now, you didn’t hesitate to pick it up and make your way to his dorm.

Once you got there you were hit with a wave of nervousness, what if i wake him up? Your thoughts only lingered the longer you hesitated so you gently knocked on the door, once you got no response you realized he was asleep. Now it wasn’t uncommon for either one of you to climb in the opposite’s bed to sleep. Usually he didn’t even use the door but went through your balcony instead. Which after since time you learned to leave open just for him.

You quietly opened the door and the soft light from the hallway showed his sleeping figure sprawled out on his bed. You couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looks. Once you closed the door you made your way over to his bed, kicking off your slippers before slowly and quietly climbing into the space next to him. He moved a bit but didn’t seem to wake up, he must have been really tired because usually he’s a light sleeper. You got comfortable on the side closest to the wall.

You were facing him as he laid on his back, no sheets on him or anything, how he usually slept, meanwhile you had tons of blankets on top of you. His hand was against his pillow and you hesitantly reached out for it before gently cupping his hand with both of yours and pulling yourself closer to him. You finally closed your eyes and could feel yourself drifting off to sleep, finding comfort in his warmth.

“Couldn’t sleep?” as usual, his voice was always raspy when he was half asleep.

“Mnm.” you mumble as you felt yourself getting more tired, you couldn’t help it, not when you found him so comfortable, plus.. he made you feel safe.

He kept the hand you were holding still as he used his other to hold your waist and pull him closer to you, almost on top of him. He softly exhaled before turning his body a bit to face you, his eyes half lidded as he looked at you, now finally asleep before he placed a kiss to your forehead.

“Thank God you took that damn key.” he whispered to himself, a soft smile forming on his lips before he fell back asleep.

Realistically he used to leave his door locked because he threatened to murder Denki anytime he tried to wake him up or if Kirishima and Sero decided to burst into his room to drag him somewhere. Once you two started dating he’s left his door unlocked at night hoping you’d stop by, whether it be to sleep or just because you feel like invading his space. But Bakugou wouldn’t tell you that.

At least not now, not while he’s waiting to say “I love you.”

Bruce: Today I realised I'm old

Clark: What happened?

Bruce: I fell in the kitchen and instead of laughing, all my kids came running to see if I was ok

Clark:

Bruce: I saw fear in their eyes

Imagine…

You’re a well known actress, and your name is pretty big. Like Zendaya big. And your fiancé Katsuki Bakugou is your pro hero boyfriend. Perfect couple right? No literally you are. He goes with you to all your interviews, tapes all of your auditions, and manages to get on your set AT LEAST one time.

Well recently you got casted in a show about an zombie outbreak. You play a main yet supporting character named Halle, a 19 year old girl who is apparently the only survivor left of her family.

Lucky for you the producer highly respects your boyfriend, and he’s allowed to watch you on set whenever. He sits in a chair the directors provide for him every time you film.

He usually supports you and he’ll peak at you from his phone a couple times, but it’s nothing he’s never not seen before.

Now when Bakugou’s passing by his staff’s cubicles and work area in his angency, and he keeps hearing them discuss about ‘Dead of Night’ (your new show) he’s genuinely intrigued.

Apparently the show’s gon viral. And everyone is talking about it. “Yeah, you haven’t seen it yet? I swear you live under a rock.” pro hero Charge Bolt told him. I mean technically he has watched it, he watched you film it! But now that he realizes, he can’t even spell out the plot.

So one day when Bakugou finds the time, he plops down on your sofa and clicks on your series.

Safe to say he might be intrigued…

Now when he watches he’s locked in. Snacks and all, and if he blinks he’s rewinding. It’s all he watches, he’s so interested in the show and can be considered a piece of the show’s fandom.

Now when you’re filming the show, Katsuki shows up a whole lot less. When the directors yell cut and your eyes pan to his empty chair. Katsuki gives you every excuse under the sun as to why he didn’t show up a certain day. You figured maybe he just got bored watching you film and didn’t know how to tell you, so you shrugged it off. You had no clue he was heavily avoiding spoilers. You didn’t even know he watched your show.

So a couple years pass and your show gets renewed for it’s third season. Unfortunately this season, Halle meets her fate. You recorded your last scene for the show, episode 10. Not a dry eye from the media.

The day your character’s death airs is a tragic day for your fans. Especially Bakugou. Mid way through the show as he slurps his spicy ramen his jaw is floored when your character passes. Noodles immediately discarded back into the cup.

So when you get back home and your boyfriend is quietly laying down on the sofa, watching a corny kids cartoon, you’re lost. “Hey Kats.” You say hanging your coat on the rack as you entered. He only replied with a mumble, something along the lines of “hey how was filmineejdirk”. The room was dim, the shades were drawn, and your boyfriend showed no signs of getting up. Was he depressed or something?

You quietly sat down next to him, glancing at the colorful show in front of him. “Katssss…what’s wrong?” You finally asked. No response. Then he slowly shifted upwards, now sitting up to face you. “Halle died.” He responded. He actually looked fustrated.

You were actually shook, you weren’t even aware that your boyfriend was one of the shows viewers. It sort of made up for him not being at your interviews and filming days.

“I’m sorry baby, but I mean I’m still here.” You said, now opening your arms out to embrace him. He took the opportunity, and pulled you into his arms, leaning back onto the sofa once again.

“I know,” he muttered into your neck, tickling your skin, “Yer not Halle though.”

mom's carbon copy with the same, untameable hair

Friendly reminder that MY Damian Wayne ADORES his mother, yes they have a very complicated relationship, but she is his mother and she loves him with all her heart but when you are raised in abusive household it becomes harder to show those types of affections towards anyone including your family, he will do anything to keep his mother save and will not tolerate anyone to speak ill of his mother.

Batboys Scenarios: Making it up to you for forgetting your anniversary

Featuring: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne

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Dick Grayson

Naturally you had every right to be upset with him, but your pettiness knew no boundaries. You worked overtime for the next week just to avoid going home to see him, you were insecure, upset, and Dick knew it was all his fault. You had been doing an amazing job avoiding him, but unfortunately your boss just had to ruin it.

“Young lady go home.”

“But sir I still have these reports to fin-“

“Go home.”, your boss spoke in a stern tone, “You’re blowing my labor and you’re working on a project that hasn’t even been approved yet since you finished the rest of your work.”

You sighed in defeat and clocked out, while you exited the building you recognized a black Buick Enclave waiting for you outside. His blue hues stared at you as if pleading with you to not walk away, he seemed too scared to even speak. “H-Hey…how was work?”, he stuttered.

“It was okay, I got kicked out for overworking.”, you whispered, avoiding looking into his eye.

You sounded so weak and tired, he just hoped you’d let him atone for what he’d done to you.

“Come on let’s go home.”, he spoke softly holding out his hand for you to take it.

You didn’t of course, but you did accept the ride home. Dick took it as a sign that you could forgive him, he was silent the whole ride home but the closer you got the more nervous he seemed to get. You walked in first noticing the whole apartment was dark, “Surprise.”, Dick whispered watching your face flush red to all the decorations he’d hung up. Balloons and flowers littered the whole apartment, and each wall was littered with pictures you didn’t even know he had. Your heart swelled to all the sentiment each photo brought you, but what left you breathless was the photos of your wedding that you’d thought you lost in a fire years ago.

“H-How did you get these? I thought the fire wiped them all out.”, you choked out trying to hold back your tears.

“I…I went to ask for them from your father…I told him about what I did and asked for the photos he had to copy them and get them redone.”, you gasped to the mention of your father, he’d hated Dick from the moment he’d met him but for Dick to go that far just to try and earn your forgiveness was a miracle of its own.

“You have every right to be mad at me, I know how hard you worked to make all the food and decorations. I’m sorry I forgot and that I was such an idiot, please…just tell me what I have to do to earn your forgiveness.”, Dick begged you softly taking your hands in his, he lifted your left hand to his lips and tenderly placed a kiss to your wedding ring.

Those gorgeous sapphire eyes of him held nothing but guilt and regret, you appreciated the gesture truly but you couldn’t just forgive him like nothing happened.

“Do you still love me?”, you asked feeling his hands tense against yours.

“Why would you even ask me that? Of course I do! I love you so much that’s why this past week has hurt so much without you!”, he raised his voice out of panic, you slowly wrapped your arms around him in an embrace to calm him down.

“I love you…don’t ever doubt that. I’m sorry I’ve made you feel like this, I will make it right.”, he promised littering the side of your head in kisses until you turned to face him and sealed that promise with a kiss.

“I’ll hold you to that you jerk.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jason Todd

You woke up the next morning bright and early, noticing Jason was gone and sighed. You were still shaken up about his outburst yesterday and honestly a bit numb about the missed anniversary.

“I’m off today, guess I’ll make breakfast and go for a walk for a bit.”, you spoke to yourself, holding your legs tight to your chest while you tried to calm yourself.

The smell of eggs and bacon slowly filled the apartment, force of habit had you making enough for two. You hadn’t even noticed the front door open as he returned home. He found you softly humming in the kitchen and frowned noticing how tense you were, “Baby.”, he called out softly watching you flinch again. You slowly turned towards him noticing his sad eyes and disappointment.

“Looks like making you uncomfortable is all I’m good at.”, he sighs, taking his seat at the table. He placed your photo on your side of the table, a new frame safely encasing it. You served him his plate and quietly joined him at the table with your own.

“Are you Red Hood or my Jason?”, you asked, voice a faint whisper.

“I’m your Jason, if you’ll still have me.”, he responds after a few seconds staring at the table.

You nod and slowly start eating, he wants to apologize but he doesn’t feel like he deserves to be forgiven. The air in the room is thick and uncomfortable, eventually Jason grows tired of it and stares up at you. You can tell he wants to say something but the words just can’t seem to come to him, “There’s always next year.”, you sigh trying to hold in the tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

Jason stood up slowly making his way to your side, his thumbs gently brushed away your tears and his lips met yours kissing away your pain. You kissed back almost desperately still crying regardless of your efforts not to. “I’m so sorry (y/n).”, Jason sobbed, “You don’t have to wait a whole year. I’m here now, I’ve got to make it up to you. Let’s go out anywhere you want, as long as we’re together, as long as I’m with you.”

You nodded softly looking anywhere but him, you hand slowly cupped his that warmed your cheeks, it was obvious you were still startled from yesterday. He sighed and kissed you once more trying to gain your trust back.

“You scared me yesterday…I thought you were gonna hurt me.”, you admitted.

Jason quietly sobbed against your head, shaking in your arms to that sentence, “No baby, never. I-I’d never live with myself if I did. I could never hurt you.”

You nodded and held him closer, you were both a mess. You wanted to say so much more but right now you just needed him to help you heal. Jason slowly picked you up by the backs of your thighs and carried you away to your room, returning to the bed to hold you, talk to you, apologize to you, everything a broken man with an overflowing heart could do for his wonderful caring wife. No matter what he’d always be yours even if you eventually tossed him aside like everyone else, but he could never comprehend just how much you loved him.

“Let’s go to the beach, get away from the city for a bit.”, you suggested, slowly entangling your legs with his.

Jason softly hummed in agreement, a rough hand caressing the smooth skin of your thigh and hip. “Yeah let’s do that. I just want to be with you.”, he confessed again.

You nodded and smiled, curling into him for warmth. This was your Jason, and you never wanted to let go of him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tim Drake

“(Y/n) come home please.”

“Dinner looks wonderful but I don’t want to eat by myself, come home darling.”

“(Y/n) its dangerous at night please tell me where you are.”

“Are you safe? Are you hurt? Please answer me.”

“I’ll go pick you up please just tell me something, anything. (Y/n)!”

Regardless of how worried he sounded you couldn’t seem to find it in you to care. The music was great tonight, the drinks were great but you just couldn’t find it in yourself to be happy, it was almost two in the morning and your buzz was slowly disappearing, “I’d oughta head home.”, you whispered under your breath.

You noticed the small trio of men following after you, although drunk you could sense danger. As swiftly and quickly as you could you started to blend into the shadows to avoid your pursuers but there were more you were unaware of. Just when you thought you were safe a rough hand grabbed you by the throat dragging you into an alleyway. You struggled naturally and glared at the men cackling at you and staring at you like hungry wolves.

“Don’t you dare touch me.”, you warned.

“Or what?”, one of them dared to ask, leaning towards your face with a sinister grin.

He wasn’t expecting to meet to pointed toe of your high heels, a strong kick to the nose sent him falling back clutching his bleeding face as he cried out in pain. Another man pulled a pocket knife on you ready to put you in your place but a sudden punch to the side of his head knocked him unconscious. You were shocked to see Tim looming over the unconscious man, he turned and glared at the man holding you hostage and within the blink of an eye you were suddenly in his arms listening to another body collapse to the ground.

“If you bastards ever touch my wife again I will make you all regret ever being born.”, Tim calmly warned the men with a sincere smile, which sent shivers down all their spines.

He pulled you along, racing back to the car, you could tell he was scared from how much his body trembled, your wrist trembled in his hand. Once he had you in the car he drove as far as he could from that place, eyes darting from you to the road ahead. Eventually Tim parked at a cliff just outside the city, he brought you here once to propose to you. The feeling was bittersweet, “Why did you come after me Tim?”, you asked.

“You have every right to be upset but I just couldn’t lose you. I know I broke our promise, I’m sorry. I was just so worried when you wouldn’t answer my calls, I was horrified that something happened to you.”, Tim explained taking your hand in his so he could kiss your wedding ring.

He looked exhausted and you were far to drunk to actually try being mad, you just wanted to go home but then you noticed something. A small box in the cup holder of the car, you took it out of curiosity and opened it to see something you’d wanted for a very long time.

“Tim is this-?”

“Yeah the wedding ring you wanted so much when we first got engaged. I’ve wanted to get it for you for a long time but I wanted to save up and get for you instead of having Bruce buy it. He’s offered to get it for you so many times but it made me jealous thinking of another man getting you the ring you wanted the most.”, he admitted, “So I was working a little more to save up without you noticing so I could get it for you. I had gotten it just last week because I knew our anniversary was coming up soon but I just got caught up at work.”

Tim takes your hand, placing a kiss to the diamond of your old wedding ring, “You can keep both love, I just wanted you to know how much I loved you.”

You didn’t say anything, but you did let him place the ring on your finger next to your other one. You smiled at it and slowly hugged him softly begging him to take you home.

“I’m tired baby, it’s been a long day.”, you whispered receiving several kisses to your cheeks.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Damian Wayne

One month, you were left alone for one month and the fact that your anniversary had been forgotten seemed to be left up in the air without him realizing. Damian of course recalled during his mission but there was no way for him to turn back, he was to deep into this mission to leave. So here you were, celebrating Selena and Bruce’s anniversary at Wayne Manor through a huge Gala. You dressed for the occasion and tried to play happy but Bruce could tell how upset you were, Damian had hurt you after getting your hopes up. He tried to help you stay positive but being forgotten twice seemed to leave your self-esteem in the gutter.

“It’ll be alright (Y/n), if you’re to tired to continue go ahead and rest here. Alfred left your room just the way it was. Take a break.”, Bruce insisted seeing how sad you were.

You took him up on his offer and made your way upstairs, unbeknownst to you your husband was already on his way back from the airport. His motorcycle was speeding through the busy streets of Gotham, his heart racing as he drew closer to you. He practically threw himself from his Motorcycle once he made it to the front door, the dirt kicked up from the rough skidding angered all of the incoming guest but as if he cared.

“Pennyworth!”

“Welcome home, I’m doing great thank you for asking.”, Alfred greeted him sarcastically watching Damian fume with rage.

“Is she here? She wasn’t home and she hasn’t answered my calls.”, Damian sighed scanning the sea of guests for any sign of you.

“She’s upstairs sulking in her insecurities. Her wonderful husband choose a mission over his anniversary that he still had to make up for.”, Alfred huffed watching the color pale from Damian’s skin, he looked guilty as he should.

“I know…I know but she’s safe right?”

“Yes just hurting, that young woman deserves better and you know that. If she chooses to leave you it’s your fault and your fault alone.”

Damian nodded understanding how much he’d hurt you, he headed upstairs and knocked on your door waiting for you to let him in. He could hear you unlocking the door but you didn’t know who was on the other side of that door, not until your eyes met those emerald ones you loved so much. Damian’s heart hurt seeing your tear stained face and wet eyes but it hurt more seeing how indifferent you were seeing him.

“I’m home Beloved.”, he dared to speak hoping you’d let him in.

You pulled away and walked back into your room, “(Y/n) I know I messed up, I’m sorry. I know I hurt you again, but I didn’t mean to leave you feeling like this.”

You sighed and sat down on the bed, “Unzip my dress will you?”, you asked softly.

He nodded and gently pulled the zipper down your back, he kissed the exposed skin of your back sending a shiver up your spine. You stood up once again grabbing some of your old clothes and changed out to something more comfortable.

“Was it better being with Raven? Were you happier with her?”, you spoke softly.

“(Y/n) please don’t talk like that. I hated our time apart, especially when I realized that I broke my promise to you.”, he made his way to your side gently cupping your face in his hands.

He stole a kiss from your plump lips and took in just how sad you looked, it broke his heart knowing he failed you again.

“Beloved please let’s go home. Let me make this right.”, Damian begged softly.

You grew angry, he could tell but before you could say anything he kissed you again and you noticed the tears starting to build up in his eyes. “I’m sorry Habibti, I’m sorry I failed you. I love you, I love you so much. I’m sorry I disappointed you.”

You wanted to be mad at him but you knew how much he hated to disappoint others, “If you don’t want to celebrate our anniversary just say it. I love you but two years in a row…it’s breaking my self esteem. Is it because I’m not good enough?”

Damian’s tears spilled realizing just how much he hurt you, he kissed you again whispering sweet praises against your lips until you felt a little better. You both returned to your shared apartment without another word and you sighed heading towards your room to sleep. You were shocked to see a large bundles of balloons walking around the other side of your bed, “Oh there you are. Come here.”, Damian called smiling as the balloons moved around the bed.

You stared in shock as a tiny puppy with huge floppy ears waddled up to you, your eyes lit up upon seeing the little basset hound puppy.

“Happy anniversary love. I hope you like your gift.”, Damian hummed cutting your little friend free from the balloons.

You held in your squeals trying to hold onto what little shred of anger you had towards him.

“You have every right to be mad but I did promise you a month all to yourself, we could start it off by going to by this little guy everything he’ll need.”, Damian suggested watching you melt to the tiny pup.

“I want a Superman cape for him since you pissed me off.”

“I think we can afford that.”, Damian sighed in defeat pressing another kiss to your lips.

Just YES.

My Sunlight

Aged up! Damian Wayne x Fem! Street Racer! Reader

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The mystery of how you, a literal ball of sunshine in a overly hyper body, managed to seduce and woo Damian Wayne was beyond anyone’s comprehension. You were both polar opposites of each other but it was just a gift you seemed to have, it was easy for you to connect with even the hardest of people and it helped you score the most sought after bachelor of your generation. Damian treated you the way you deserved and you repaid his efforts with equal or much more effort. His brothers were curious, they had to find out who you really were.

“Father, I’d like to skip patrol tonight. There are other matters I must attend to.”, Damian, spoke respectfully as always but what he’d asked for shocked everyone in the room.

“Say what now?!”, Tim gasped.

“The demon spawn wants to ditch patrol?”, Jason shouted, pure amusement written all over his face.

“Damian you’ve been on patrol every single night for the past seven years, what’s so important that you have to skip today?”, Dick asked, more because he was curious then offended.

Damian rolled his eyes in annoyance, this overreaction from his brothers was ridiculous and very unnecessary. Bruce could tell this was something Damian needed so he allowed it, his brothers would pick up the slack of the absent Robin. That was only fair but now they had to know why Damian suddenly had to leave. They’d finish up patrol quick and follow their dear little brother until they discovered what was so important about tonight.

“All right boys, Kori and the Titans said they’ll cover the rest of our patrol shift! Let’s go see what’s keeping our little Dami from patrol!”, Dick cheered, happily flipping and handing standing along the edge of the building.

Jason wore a playful smirk along his scarred face, “Bet it’s date night with his sweet little girlfriend.”

“Naw according to her social media, she’s staying at a friends house for a study session.”, Tim added.

He was busy hacking into Damian’s phone location, with that they’d be able to easily follow their dear little brother. Once Tim locked onto the signal it was time to move out, all of them dawned their hero suits and swung through Gotham City on their grappling hooks. Damian was moving fast, having taken his motorcycle to leave, so they had to move just as quickly to catch the young man. The three heroes arrived at an unfamiliar factory that was overflowing with teens and young adults of all ages. There was music blasting and echoing against every wall of the abandoned building.

“Is this a rave? Damian goes to parties?!”, Nightwing gasped, looking in at all the young party people.

Red Hood smiled when a familiar purr reached his ears, he rushed to the other side of the rooftop to find several cars rumbling along side each other ready to race.

“Yo guys, this is an illegal racing spot!”, Red Hood smiled, removing his helmet to better admire the attractive cars below him.

Red Robin scoffed in annoyance seeing the recklessness the youth displayed, he took several photos and sent them to Batman to inform the police. Illegal racing was an ongoing problem in Gotham and apparently this abandoned factory was the perfect place for it. The track started in the dried water canal of the dam surrounding the factory and stretched just to the edge of Gotham City before returning back to the factory.

“Idiots, all of them. Modifying cars for a dangerous sport is such a waste of good mechanics and engineers.”, Red Robin groaned in annoyance, tapping away at the computer on his forearm to pinpoint Damian’s location.

Nightwing scanned over the crowd searching for his little brother but with so many people it was nearly impossible. “What could Dami possibly be doing here, this isn’t his type of crowd.”, Nightwing pondered on the thought until Red Robin knocked him out of his train of thought.

“Found him! Look he’s leaning against the guard rail!”

All three brothers stared into the crowd, focusing in on their little brother with his arms wrapped around the waist of some random girl. They didn’t recognize the girl, but with the obvious lipstick stains along Damian’s face proved that he knew her.

“Is that little muthafucker cheating? With a groupie!”, Redhood screamed, ready to go down and beat Damian black and blue.

Red Robin was in shock, they’d have to tell you, warn you that Damian was being unfaithful. An air horn quickly got everyone’s attention, the DJ was ready to announce the start of the race. The girl in Damian’s arms kissed him smack on the lips before walking off to the cars revving along the starting line.

“Is she the flagger?”, Nightwing asked, paying attention to her.

They all gawked in shock as the woman entered one of the customized race cars, “Excuse me!”, Red Robin screamed.

“Yo Demon Spawn is cheating on his girl with a racer!”, Redhood shouted in amusement, “Respect.”

Another girl in neon clothes took her place between the cars, she lifted her arms in the air and held them up as the DJ began announcing the race.

“GOTHAM CITY! ARE YOU READY TO RACE!”

The crowd roared in a cheer, the three vigilantes watched Damian shout along with the crowd. The drivers all revved their engines, ready to speed off into the course.

“RACERS, WHEN THE DELICIOUS DAHLIA DROPS HER HANDS YOU BLAST OFF! GIVE US A SHOW TONIGHT AND LETS SEE WHO CAN BEAT OUR CHAMP!”

All the cars began to rev their engines, all lighting up with different colors and designs. Dahlia smiled as the crowd began to count down with her, as soon as she dropped her hands the racers were off. The smell of burnt rubber and burning nitrogen permeated the air, Damian noticed his brothers watching from above and groaned in annoyance. He blended into the crowd and made his way up to the rooftop while everyone else watched the big screens and betted on the racers.

“What the hell are you idiots doing here!”, He shouted.

His brothers all glared at him, Dick and Jason quickly tackling him in rage. Naturally this started a tussle between the three brothers while Tim watched from the sidelines.

“How could you cheat on (Y/n)?”, Dick shouted, shaking Damian by his collar.

“You sick little pervert. Can’t believe you’d fuck around with a walking std over a literal goddess that treats you right.”, Jason growled, ready to punch the young Wayne before him.

Damian was furious now, he kicked Jason straight in face and punched Dick on the side of the head to get out of his grip. He was quick to get back on his feet and glared at his brothers for accusing him of being unfaithful.

“I would never cheat on my beloved! I’m here because she’s racing.”, Damian huffed, showing his brothers a selfie you’d sent to his phone of you two together.

To their shock it was true, under the sexy make up and wild look it was you but that wasn’t what shocked them no it was the fact that you were a racer!

“A racer! Your (y/n) is a racer?! Excuse me what? As of when?”, Jason shouted, stealing Damian’s phone to better inspect the photo.

Damian growled under his breath, deciding to ignore his brothers and watch the race from the monitors over the DJ. You were just behind the reining champ, you’d been working on your car in order to win the title. Like your father before you, your dream was to be a professional racer, these illegal races were practice for your future. You played sweet, innocent, and preppy in front of the public but once nightfall hit over the dangerous city of Gotham your wild side showed itself.

“Don’t ignore me demon spawn! I want answers here!”, Jason huffed, locking Damian in a chokehold.

Damian and Jason struggled with each other while Dick and Tim returned their attention to the race. The racers were just reaching the edge of Gotham City but thanks to Tim’s little tip GCPD was waiting to arrest the drivers.

“Hey Damian, we got a problem!”, Tim shouted.

Damian elbowed Jason in his side and slammed into a pressure point that forced the huge vigilante to collapse and sleep. Once Jason was immobilized he rushed to Tim’s side and his eyes shrunk in panic once he could see the GCPD lights shining in the darkness of the racetrack.

“What did you do?!”, Damian panicked, he wouldn’t make it in time to stop you, you’d be arrested!

He tried to call you but his call wouldn’t go through all he could do was watch as you got closer to the police cars. Everyone watched in panic as you and reining champ approached the police cars waiting for you, nobody expected you both to completely shut off your lights to blend into the darkness, the police began throwing out spike strips to pop the tires but you both somehow maneuvered around them while the drivers behind you took the spikes head on. The race continued and the spectators cheered both racers on. The DJ already warned that the police were coming but nobody dared move until this race had a winner.

“You idiots head home! You’ve done enough damage here.”, Damian growled.

The police were hot on your tails but neither racer gave up, they raced at full speed to hit the final turn of the course. Both drivers displayed great skill, managing the sharp turn at full speed without crashing or losing control. The ground shook from the power of both engines roaring through, the crowd went silent as the two racers neared. It was a photo finish, and the monitors showed who won, by just a couple inches the reining champ kept his crown. You both skidded to a stop in the middle of the course, the police sirens echoing in the distance.

You hopped out of your car, obviously frustrated by your lost but shook your opponents hand in good sportsmanship.

“I’ll get you next time, bet on it!”, you smiled proudly, earning the respect of your rival.

The police began swarming the building and race track, you lifted your mask over your nose and pulled your hood over your head. You noticed Damian on his motorcycle just out of the corner of your eye and smiled as you took his lead. Both of you speeding back to Gotham while avoiding the GCPD, the other three were left baffled by what had just happened. Without a shadow of a doubt, that was indeed, the sweet, bubbly, polite, charismatic girl that had Damian head over heels.

“I’m telling Bruce.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

Nobody had Damian’s whereabouts for the rest of the night, he turned off his tracker and his phone leaving everyone out of the loop. When Dick had explained what they discovered, Bruce was a lot less reactive then they expected. Unbeknownst to the three former Robin’s, Bruce was already well aware of how the two of you had met and who you really are.

“Wait you knew she was a street racer?! Why didn’t you tell us?”, Dick whined.

“Wasn’t my place to tell and I knew eventually those two would explain things themselves.”, Bruce replied, reviewing some open cases that had yet to be solved.

Damian arrived late the next morning, obviously wearing a completely different outfit from the night before. His brothers decided it was time for some good old fashioned interrogation. Damian, completely unamused waited until you arrived to bother answering their useless questions. Since you’d already been caught you decided to give up the sweet girl act and just be yourself, instead of wearing your usual dress that covered you from neck to toe, you wore something more comfortable and form fitting. Your favorite pair of vans with black leggings and a Robin themed jacket over a black sports bra, your hair was in a messy bun and surprisingly your face was covered in what looked like motor oil.

“Sup troublemakers. Which one of you snitched to the police about our event?”, you huffed, falling on the couch right next to Damian.

“Wh-What’re you talking about we don-“

“Dami told me who you are all already, and I know he’s Robin so let’s try again. Who snitched?”, your glare could rival both Alfred and Thalia’s, all three men before you froze up but Tim eventually raised his hand.

“Look I didn’t know you were a racer. Illegal racing has been a problem for a while now and sadly I get dumped with most of those cases. Sorry, you probably would’ve won if it wasn’t for me making that call.”, he tried to explain himself.

Damian wiped the motor oil off your face carefully with a soaked rag, this was his own special way of distracting you and keeping you from exploding. You huffed in annoyance and your glare softened.

“I wasn’t gonna win anyways, spike strips caught my back passenger side tire so I wasn’t at full speed. Didn’t notice I was nicked till I got back to the garage.”, you admitted.

Dick decided to ask what everyone wanted to know, “How did you and Damian meet?!”, he shouted desperately.

You looked at him with a puzzled expression, “I punched him in face when he was trying to cuff me at a race like two years ago.”, you confessed in rush.

Jason broke out into a wild cackle and begged to hear the whole story, Damian grumbled that you shouldn’t. You stared at the three before you and sighed as you gave into their demand, you patted your thigh and instantly Damian rested his head against them as he laid on his side over the couch.

“Whipped like a muthafucker.”, Jason whispered in a amusement earning a middle finger from the younger Robin.

Your nails slowly began to scratch into Damian’s scalp, easing him of his unnecessary tension, “Behave yourself.”, you warned.

“Anything for you Habibti.”, Damian happily replied.

You gazed up at the three Wayne brothers and sighed, “All right here’s the story of how Damian and I met. I’m just saying this now, I absolutely hated him when we first met.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(Flashback)

Nervousness coursed through your veins, this would be your first race, you’d be racing in your father’s place while he coached you through your ear piece. You’d been watching him race and work on cars for years, this would be easy, you could handle it. You suited up ready to race to your hearts content but just as you were about to get into your car Robin and Batman arrived to arrest a group of gangsters that regularly drove in the race. You’d been wearing similar colors to the gangsters so you were mistaken as a member of the group, Robin was being rude as usual and grabbed you by your wrist, “You’re under arrest. You and the rest of your idiotic crew.”, he scoffed, squeezing tightly around your wrist.

“My crew? Excuse you but I’m not with the fucking Vipers.”, you growled snatching your arm away from him.

You guess due to your baggy clothes and short hair Robin didn’t realize you were a girl, he angrily clutched the collar of your shirt and a deep blush washed over his face when he felt his forearm pressing against your breasts. It was pure instinct that took over after that, you swung your left fist straight into his face almost knocking him unconscious.

“You stupid creep!”, you yelled in embarrassment, ready to run to your father until Batman captured you and threw you into the back of a cop car.

You were taken down to GCPD and falsely claimed a criminal, your prints were taken and you officially became a criminal in the system. Your life was a mess now, your father bailed you out, you were horrified and scared but thankfully you weren’t in there long. You returned home safe and sound and decided to give up on racing, a little birdie began following you around any chance he got wondering if you were okay. After reviewing the files Batman and Robin realized they arrested an innocent girl, they felt horrible and with the help of Barbara and Dick’s influence your record was cleared. Damian desperately wanted to meet you again and apologize but you didn’t go out at night and if you did you were never alone.

Luck would be on his side the first day of his sophomore year of high school, the back tire had blown out on the limousine and it just so happen to blow out in front of your family’s mechanic shop. Your father was just opening up for the day when he heard the noise and offered to help immediately.

“Sweetie bring me impact wrench and a floor jack please! We got a blow out!”, your father screamed into the garage and sure enough you came running out with what your father needed.

The tire was a complete loss but thankfully your shop had a few to replace it, you happily rolled it out, completely staining your uniform in black but you were happy to help your father. Alfred was incredibly thankful and insisted on paying but your father decided to simply let it go.

“You just get your little guy to school, looks like he goes to the same school you’re starting at (Y/n).”, your father smiled.

Your eyes finally met Damian’s and you noticed how his eyes widened and how his blush spread from ear to ear.

“W-We could give you a ride to school. Since you helped us.”, Damian found himself stumbling over his words in your presence, you found it cute and gave him a sweet smile.

“I’m kinda dirty now so I think I’ll pass, I’d rather be late than make a bad first impression.”, you giggled, motioning towards your soiled clothes.

From that day on you are all Damian could think about, he’d see you at school, defending yourself from bullies and studying as hard as you could to keep up with the elites of Gotham. After about a year Damian confessed to you, you decided to test him…see if he’d still love you after seeing your nasty side. The races were a lost more intense then the year before and with a few races under your belt you were a worthy rookie on the track. Damian was shocked to be in such a wild place, drugs and alcohol littered the whole course and even some of the drivers were drinking and partying but you…you didn’t give into those urges. You focused on the race, Damian watched from the sidelines as you soared through the racetrack to your hearts content and was in awe by just how beautiful you were. Your eyes shimmered with a passion and fire he’d never seen before and it made his heart skip a beat.

“Let’s go! The winner is the rising rookie, everyone give it up for (Y/n)!”, The DJ cheered lifting your hand up into the air for all to see.

You were panting for breath, trying to come down from your adrenaline high, you eyes found Damian and before you knew it you were throwing yourself into his arms.

“Did you see that? Did you see me? Did you see what I did?”, you were shouting with joy, the biggest grin on your sweet face.

Damian couldn’t contain the blush that drew across his face while he had you in his arms, he could only smile and say, “You were incredible (y/n).”

That race, that victory, is what sealed the deal. Damian wanted to support you, wanted to love you, so he could always see that precious smile.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“And that’s how we met and got together.”, you confessed nervously.

The three brothers all looked at you in shock, Tim was the first to speak and thankfully for him Damian had passed out on your lap since you were playing with his hair.

“You couldn’t have done better?”, he asked referring to his irritable younger brother.

You laughed in amusement to his question, Dick spoke up next, “So you know what we do, right?”

You simply nodded your head and smiled, “Your secrets are safe with me, my dad raised me not to be a snitch. As long as you don’t go turning me into GCPD I think we’re all good.”

Just as Jason was about to speak Bruce arrived to call the three brothers downstairs. They all left, leaving you alone with your slumbering boyfriend.

“What am I gonna do with you?”, you asked playfully, “Damian. Wake up love, come on let’s go nap in your room.”

The emerald eyed teen began to stir, his pupils shrinking as the focused solely on you, “I’m so lucky to have you.”, he mumbled.

“You’re so dumb. Why are you only good at flirting when you’re half asleep?”, you huffed, your face slowly turning red from his sweet words.

Eventually you managed to get Damian upstairs to his room and got comfortable at his side, he wouldn’t let you go during his naps. You couldn’t help but admire how peaceful he looked as he slept, he was always so serious and focused. You cupped his cheeks and slowly leaned forward to steal a kiss, “I’m so happy to be with you.”, you mumbled softly, slowly letting sleep take hold of you.

You were the perfect person for Damian, your positive influence and bubbly personality allowed him to be freed from his past traumas. It was hard at first but you wouldn’t change a thing about your story. You loved him and he loved you, you were the light in life and now that he had you not a day would go by that he didn’t need you.

“i want smut” “ i want hurt/comfort” — but what if i said i want the most heartbreaking angst followed by fluffy ass comfort followed by hot ass make up sex all rolled into one fic

how it feels trying to find a fanfic/imagine about a fandom that’s dead and dry

“you better not be drinking and getting pregnant behind my back”

ma’am, I read fanfics on tumblr to fall asleep

The biggest lie in fanfiction is that everyone has a first aid kit in their house. I have never owned one in my life

“not all men”

you’re right, my favorite fictional character would never.

me @ y/n when they do something i’d never do:

like babe this isn’t us ?? get it together

We need mean!reader, angry!reader, misunderstood!reader, creepy!reader, gross!reader, toxic!reader, nonforgiving!reader, selfish!reader, narcissistic!reader, dark!reader, FEDUP!reader. That bitch is way too nice, passive, and sensible. ✋🏾😂