Jason is mid-mission when his wife calls him to meet her at the hospital.
Pairing: Jason Todd (Red Hood) x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: pregnancy, giving birth (off-screen), FLUFF, new-dad Jason
Word Count: 820
Note: This was supposed to come out for father’s day, but I forgot about it with the MitB chapter of Family Found. And I don’t want to write it and just queue it for next year, so here it be. If you really like it, please share it with your friends. Enjoy!
In the alley below, the side door to a jewelry business was barely illuminated by the street light. Nightwing hovered above on the neighboring building. He glanced over the rest of the alley, but couldn’t see anything but shadow.
“Can you see me?”
“No. If I was supposed to, you wouldn’t be asking.” Nightwing chuckled. “How’s Y/N doing?”
“Ready to pop any day now.” Red Hood paused and Nightwing could hear him reconsidering what he’d said. “Do not tell her I said that.”
Nightwing snorted. “How often have you gotten in the doghouse for-“ He broke off as the alarm sounded and the side door burst open. “The race is-“
“On it.”
Two people came out of the door and flattened themselves against the wall. The cops were still miles away, and Nightwing stayed aloft to see how dramatic his partner could be. Coast clear and itching with adrenaline, the perps rushed for the only exit. Red Hood stepped out of the shadow, blocking their path.
“In a hurry? Why don’t you-“ his pocket began to ring with your ringtone. “Would you… excuse me, please? Hello?”
What was he doing? Nightwing watched amused as Red Hood answered his phone, the two robbers frozen in place.
“Jason,” he heard over the coms. Your voice was strained. “It’s happening. Get over here. It’s happening! Now!”
“Oh no,” he mumbled. “Sorry guys, gotta go. Nightwing, you’ve got this, right?” Jason was on his bike in seconds.
“Yep. How lucky were you guys?” He dropped to finish the arrest. “Dodged Red Hood only to get snatched up by me?”
He stayed on the line with you the whole time. Alfred ended up driving you to the hospital, but Jason helped keep you mostly calm enough to do the breathing exercises. “In and out, sweetheart.” His breath whistled with his own in and out. “Keep going, Y/N. I’m here. We’ve got this.”
The proud panic in his voice made you smile. It only lasted for a second before a sharp contraction made you cry out. You heard him curse and the sound of his engine getting pushed to the limit.
Alfred took your hand. “Just a little further Ms. Y/N. We’re almost there.”
“I’m going to meet you at the door.” Through the call, you heard cars honking at him.
“Jason,” you pleaded, “you can be late if you get here safely. I want you there in one piece.”
Alfred pulled into the emergency entrance of the hospital. Jason came speeding around another corner and parked his bike in the bushes. He opened the door and tossed his helmet, jacket, and guns into the floorboard at your feet. He lifted you out and carried you towards the doors.
“Let’s get you two inside.” He held your hand as the nurses inside loaded you into a wheelchair and hurried you to a delivery room. You would have laughed to see him wearing scrubs over his gear, but the contractions were hitting faster. “I’m here, Y/N. I’m here.”
Your child was beautiful. Already you could tell they were going to have dark hair like Jason. Their fingers curled around the tip of your pinkie and squirmed in their sleep. Jason stood at your side, stroking your hair and occasionally kissing the top of your head. He thought they looked like you. You thought they looked like both of you.
The nurse noticed your eyes drooping and handed your baby to Jason after sitting him down. You laid back and fought off sleep for a little while longer. Jason was smiling. At your child. At you. It was a small smile, but every emotion he was feeling glowed on his face. You were just drifting off to sleep when he started whispering to them.
“Your mom’s worn out, but we can talk for a bit right? Welcome to Gotham, kiddo. It’s full of crazy and darkness. But for you, it’s also full of family. All your uncle and aunt robins, and Bruce. Does that make him grandpa? He’ll love that. And Uncle Alfred is family too. Then there’s me. Your dad.” Jason sighed. “Heads up, I’m not perfect. None of us are, but you’ve got the best village Gotham has to offer.”
You cracked your eyes open and saw Jason moving his finger back and forth with their fist curled around it.
“I’m not going to let anything or anyone hurt you. Or your mom. You two are my world.” Jason leaned down and kissed the top of their head. “Goodnight. We’ll be here when you wake up. We’ll always be here. I promise.”
Jason handed them to the nurse to take to the nursery, then saw you watching him. You scooched over so he could join you on the cot. He kissed each of your eyelids, then your lips. You barely heard him through the haze of sleep.
Y/N, known to the world as Starhawk, and Nightwing help save the live of a pathologist. Life is going well and her niece is visiting, but finding the truth of who hired the assassin leads to some frightening developments.
Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: some fluff, heck of a lot of angst, deadly influenza threat, violence, blood, needles
Word Count: 3900 (longer than usual, more to say this time)
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Blair Bones shoved the second magazine into his gun. The lab was covered in broken glass and leaking chemicals. He avoided bumping into anything as he stepped closer to his target. The scientist was huddled in the last available corner.
“I’ll give you anything you want,” he said, raising his hands in surrender.
“But you don’t have anything I want.” Bones cocked the gun.
“Then why are you doing this?”
Bones smirked. Always that question. “Because someone wants you out of the way.”
Nightwing smirked as the last set of handcuffs clicked into place. The would-be robbers were barely conscious. One was snoring.
“Is that the last of them?” You rightened the last file cabinet and straightened the pencils on the desk. The scientist who belonged to the office had called you several days ago about a possible break-in. And that another might occur. Which it did, but this time you and Nightwing were ready.
“Yes.” Nightwing signaled on his com, “Robin, order ready for pick-up.”
“Cops there in two. See you when you’re done.” Tim left the coms.
You leaned against the wall. “Two minutes. Topic or front door delivery?” Nightwing shook his head back and forth considering.
“As much as I would like to shoot the breeze, why don’t we-“ Both of you froze as gunfire filled the air. “Speaking of shooting… you guys, don’t go anywhere.” The robbers groaned. Nightwing lead the way towards the source of the shots. He slid along the tiles into a lab, you close on his heels. It was nearly completely demolished. A broad-shouldered person had their back to you, while a smaller man huddled on the floor, pleading for his life.
The huddled man attempted to squeeze himself further into the corner. “Please, don’t!”
Nightwing drew his batons. “Hey!”
The broad-shouldered man turned, and you instantly recognized Blair Bones. Gun for hire at a cheaper rate than his skills were worth, you’d never seen him in person before. Nightwing leapt into action, engaging Bones. You ran to the scientist’s side; he was shivering, and his eyes were beginning to glaze over. Staring death in the face usually had that effect on people. You hauled him to his feet, forcing him to hurry as the sparring between Blair and Nightwing escalated. Glass shattered over your head as Bones’ attempt to shoot your partner was redirected in the scuffle. The scientist stumbled, falling behind a table. Out of the way. Safe.
You joined the scuffle, giving Nightwing time to take a breather. In the haste to get away once he realized he was outnumbered, Bones stumbled back into a window weakened by earlier gunfire. You tried to grab his vest to keep him from falling, but he fell with a cry. Nightwing rushed to your side. Below, Bones rolled to a stop. Your goggles zoomed in on a flash-drive drive that fell out of his pocket. The assassin was more focused on getting away than the evidence he left behind and ran off into the night without it. A few seconds later, blue flashing lights rounded the corner and Gotham’s best swarmed into the building to collect the earlier sting.
“Are you alright,” you asked, turning to the scientist. He nodded, shivering. Nightwing helped him to his feet. “Can you tell us why you think you were targeted?”
“I am Doctor Daniel Havran, and I’m one of the pathologists here. I’ve been developing a cure for an H6N1 influenza virus.”
While Dr. Havran continued his story, you went back to the window and shot one of your smaller grappling hooks. Soon you had the dropped flash-drive in your pocket.
Dr. Havran accepted the fire blanket Nightwing used to combat his shock. “A few weeks ago I started to receive threats to stop my work. Such threats are pretty usual for this line of work, so I thought nothing of it. Until now.” He leaned against a lab table. You and Nightwing shared a look. If the threats had been going on for a while, then the threatener had plenty of time to hire Blair Bones. And plenty of time to plan an alternate if Bones couldn’t finish the job.
Nightwing gently took the scientist’s arm. “We can have you in a safe house in five minutes. Right this way.”
Later in the Batcave, you had started to rummage through the files on the disk.
“Bones wasn’t searching for one specific thing, or he didn’t have time. Pretty much the whole office is on here.” You gestured at the screen. “Schedules, RNA strands, a list of everyone’s favorite snack. If he was there to kill Dr. Havran, why take all this too?” Dick, fresh out of uniform, stood behind your chair and rubbed his hands down your back. “And I keep seeing files for the H6N1 virus, but another one stored under that called ‘Thunderbird.’ But that’s encrypted.”
“You can worry about that one tomorrow. Right now you have a visitor about to come through the front doors.”
You were off like a shot, shedding the last of your uniform as you went. By the time you caught up with Alfred in the atrium, you looked like any other young woman your age lounging in your home. You caught your breath and waited for the doorbell. Alfred smiled at you and opened both doors as dramatically as possible to let in a little girl no taller than three feet.
“Auntie Y/N!” She ran straight into your arms, squealing as you lifted her into the air and spun her around. “This place is so big! Do you really live here? Why is the driveway so long, and how come you don’t have a mailbox? I’ve missed you much!”
“And I’ve missed you too, Wiggle Bug.” You put her down and kneeled beside her, looking up at Alfred. “Isi, this is Alfred. If you can’t find me, he’s available for all questions and raids of ice cream.” She gave him an adorable tiny wave. “Alfred, this is my niece, Isi.”
Ne kneeled down to your level and took her small hand in his for a handshake. “Nice to meet you, Miss Isi. Do you have a favorite flavor?”
Isi curled into your shoulder, suddenly shy. “Strawberry. Please.” She looked up at you.
“It’s a little late for it tonight, but…”
“Perhaps at lunch?” Alfred finished. When Isi smiled in agreement, Alfred nodded and lifted her luggage to take to her room.
She met the family next. She took to Bruce the most. How could she not? He was like a giant teddy bear around children. Tim promised to show her the best hiding places in the mansion, and Jason let her see his tattoos. She seemed to like one of the black and white ones the best, asking if she could color it in for him with markers one day. Damian helped her disappear in order to show her his new kittens for a few minutes while you filled Bruce in on the night’s events.
“Keep looking through the files. See if there is anything in an earlier, more personal folder about who might have hired him.” He nodded at Dick, who walked in on the end of the conversation, then left for the cave to start his shift.
Isi came bouncing back into the den, just in time to see Dick kiss the back of your neck. “Is he your lover, Auntie Y/N?”
Dick chuckled and buried his head into your hair. “Am I your lover, Y/N?”
“He is my boyfriend, yes. Where did you get ‘lover’ from?”
She crawled up onto the couch to fiddle with a tassel on a pillow. “Mom’s neighbors call each other that. Do you guys hug a lot too?”
“It’s getting kind of late, so let’s show you your room.” You sat Isi on your hip, who drowsily rested her head on your shoulder. You walked by Dick and rolled your eyes. The questions of a child.
While you pulled down her covers, Isi finished brushing her teeth. On her way out of the bathroom, the door closed faster than she was expecting, catching her fingers. You rushed to her side as she began to cry. She quieted down to whimpers as you blew cold air across the injured fingers. You sat her on the bed.
“I’m sorry that big door got you, sweetie.” You wiped away her tears and kissed across her knuckles. “Are you going to be okay?” She muttered something close enough to a yes. The pain must have receded a bit if she could rub her eyes with her injured hand.
“I’d be better if I could have some ice cream.”
If she wasn’t your niece she could have been your child.
“Tomorrow for lunch. I promise. Now,” you kissed her forehead and eased her back into the pillows, “it is time for you to go to sleep. Sweet dreams, Isi.”
Isi yawned. “Sweet dreams, Auntie.” She was asleep before you left the room.
Dick brought you a cup of coffee the next morning as you continued pouring over the flash-drive. “How’s it going?”
“Bruce was right. It was called ‘music money,’ but I found the list of clients. He had a few targets to go after, but Dr. Havran was supposed to be the easy one. I’ve already alerted the other targets and gotten them some protection. Oh, and” you took a sip of the coffee, humming at it’s perfection, “I talked to Havran this morning. Took me ten minutes to get off the phone for all of his appreciation.”
Dick chuckled. “He did almost die.”
“Yeah.” You scrunched up your nose in thought. “But this other virus… Thunderbird… it’s super encrypted.” You continued observing the client list, smiling when you found what you were looking for. “And look at this.” You leaned back so Dick could read the screen.
“Falcone? Seriously?” Dick opened the recording of the video agreement. Seems Bones liked keeping good records in case someone wanted to backpedal on their contract. Dick whistled. If Falcone found out that Bones had a taped hit order of his, there wouldn’t even be bones left of him. “But why a pathologist? That doesn’t sound like him.”
You nodded your head in agreement. “Let’s go and ask him. Tonight.”
The rest of the day was consumed by entertaining Isi. There was indeed ice cream at lunch, and after a private and quiet tour of Wayne Tower, there was a pizza dinner in Bruce’s office. By the time you made it back to the manor, Isi was exhausted. She also complained about her stomach hurting. You figured that last slice was too much for her small stomach. Alfred carried her to bed so you and Dick could get ready for the night’s mission.
For all of Carmine Falcone’s mob boss bravado, it was laughably easy to sneak into his office. There was one tripped signal on the way in, but you made sure the camera only saw a stray cat. You and Nightwing waited in the shadows for only a few minutes before you heard voices approaching.
“I do not want to be disturbed,” Falcone said, pushing the double doors open. “And if that buffoon Bones shows up at our door, shoot him.” He slammed the doors shut and eventually collapsed into his desk chair. He rubbed his thumb and forefinger over his eyebrows to his temples. “I know you’re in here. You’ve used the cat before.”
“Damn,” you partner grumbled under his breath. He tapped your shoulder and followed you out into the dim light provided by the desk lamp.
“Why did you hire Blair Bones?” There was no use making small talk, so you cut to the chase.
Falcone shrugged. “It seemed like a good idea at the time. I’d been paying that little lab weasel to create a new virus and antidote. I take it you’ve met?” He nodded as you both remained silent. “He became… erratic. Kept talking about a New Gotham. A new start. Originally, I was in it for the money, and for once didn’t want to kill anybody. He told me he’d found an influenza strain that was weak enough to do what I wanted: create a panic for a cure without wiping out all of my future customers.”
“That sounds a little out of the box for you, Falcone,” Nightwing said.
Falcone got up and took a small case from his bookshelf. “Agreed. But I have learned my lesson. I’ve come to believe there are more psychos in lab coats than in Arkham.” He opened the case where you could see there wasn’t a gun. Instead, there were rows of pills. He picked one, rubbing it between his fingers.
“Wait-“
Falcone swallowed the pill. For a few seconds, none of you moved. You were confused when Falcone gave a sigh of relief.
“Havran told me he had another virus. Thunderbird. Lethal and quickly spreading. I made sure he had an antidote as a stipulation for the funding. These are a few of the test trials, good for emergencies but not for duplication. Also,” Falcone sighed, “Thunderbird was going to be most dangerous to the elderly and to children.”
“A new start,” you whispered.
“Yes. The weasel infected himself the night Bones showed up. The goal was to kill him before then, though after would have worked too. Unfortunately, Bones failed in both. Because of you two.”
Nightwing stepped closer to Falcone. “How long until he is infectious?”
“You two are probably already infected. Carriers of Thunderbird.”
You swallowed hard and grabbed Nightwing’s shoulder. Children. Lethal.
Isi.
Nightwing nodded and called the safehouse from coms. Falcone shook his head when nobody answered. You walked further away and called the manor. Alfred’s words froze your blood.
“You need to get here. Now.”
You left Nightwing to deal with Falcone, racing home.
Isi’s labored breathing stopped you in your tracks. You leaned heavily against the doorframe and did your best not to cry.
“Auntie?” she rasped.
“I’m here, sweetie. I’m here.” You forced yourself to walk on solid feet to her bedside. All the way home you had replayed the incident with the smashed fingers last night. Wiping away her tears. Blowing on her fingers, which she used to rub her eyes. You fell to your knees and took Isi’s hand.
You had infected your niece with Thunderbird.
“How’s my wiggle bug feeling?” You could be strong. You could be there for her. You could fix this.
Alfred tucked in the comforter around her on the other side of the bed. “Fever. Chest pains. She was a little confused when she woke up as to where she was, but we’ve got that sorted out now.” He gave you a small smile and left you too alone.
“Alfred won’t let Damian bring me any kittens,” Isi pouted. She gave your hand a weak squeeze and let out a shuddered breath.
You tried to smile. “You don’t want to get him or the kittens sick, do you?” Isi shook her head no and closed her eyes. You placed your hand on her forehead, terrified when it was so warm. You could fix this. Isi was going to be okay. You can do this. Your ignored tears sank to make your chest hurt. As quietly as you could, you left the room. Alfred was waiting outside.
He spoke before you could get a chance. “She’s stable. And I will call you with any change.” He patted your shoulder and sent you on your way to come up with a plan.
Batman gave his blessing to you and Nightwing to finish the case. He stayed in the cave with some of your infected blood and a list of everyone either your or Nightwing came into contact with. If all else failed, perhaps he would be able to make a few calls and come up with an antidote.
The safehouse was empty and cold. That wasn’t unusual from the outside, but inside? Inside was… terrifying.
Nightwing had sent for someone earlier to check on the guard. He was alright but was being held in quarantine. The atrium showed the struggle from where Dr, Havram attacked him after inviting him in for coffee. There was glass from a shattered vase, a tangled rug that tripped the guard, and an empty injector gun. You audibly gasped at the sight of the kitchen. Crystalline glasses and hot plates had been transformed into make-shift chemical equipment. Papers obliterated with writing covered every other available surface. Where Dr. Havran had run out of paper, more formulas and ramblings were written on the walls.
“Here,” Nightwing said, pointing out a line of text. It was written in larger letters and seemed to be burned into the wall. “With death comes rebirth.” Nightwing grit his teeth. “I am really starting to not like this guy.”
In one notebook you found addresses of other labs scattered between other ramblings. The whole notebook was written backward to only be read while standing in front of a mirror, like Da Vinci’s notes. But that’s what the high-tech goggles were for. With a quick check on a map of Gotham, you found the one that was closest to the safehouse location. It was dying apartment complex across the road from a school that taught almost all of Gotham’s underprivileged children.
Your body vibrated, your nerves hovering between checking every nook and cranny for anything about how to save Isi and rushing to the lab to take from the source. The stay was only a few minutes, though it felt longer. You were glad to be off when the apartment complex came into view. A man sleeping by the stairs said that a ‘crazy dude in a white coat’ had kicked everybody out a month ago by claiming the building was condemned. Technically it was, but the ‘imminent threat’ of collapse seemed to convince everybody this time around. The man even knew what floor he was on.
Once inside the building, it was not difficult to find the spare lab. Dr. Havran had taken over what had been a promising renovation for a community study hall. Most of the 80’s computers had been thrown into the hallway, their broken screens illuminated by the harsh lights freed from their lampshades. The desks had been pushed together to similarly resemble the kitchen at the safehouse.
In the center of it all, Dr. Havran was peering through a glove-case finalizing a vial. While the exterior was being disinfected by a small motor mist, he freed himself of the gloves and stepped back with a chuckle.
“So Falcone tipped you off that I’m unstable? You wouldn’t have been here for another few hours at the earliest if he hadn’t.” He unlatched the side of the case for the vial. Swinging it back and forth, threatening to drop it, he tutted at your attempts to rush him. “I wouldn’t if I were you. This is the only collection of a viable antidote. If I drop it, it won’t survive outside of the glass. You’ll need an injector gun, much like this one. Oops.” Dr. Havran held up the tool with a grin, then smashed it onto the floor. The delicate muzzle shattered on impact.
A shiver of anger crawled up your spine. There had to be another way to use the antidote. You had to keep him talking.
“Then what?” you asked. “You infect the school. The children take it home to their parents who take it to their coworkers who take it home to their children.” Stepping around a table, you moved slowly towards him. “You wipe out a generation, all for nothing.”
“No, not for nothing,” he cooed. “Like mushrooms from dead trees or fresh fields from volcano ash, with death comes rebirth. Gotham will be an example to other cities that it must care for its children more than they are doing now. Make new laws, cast old ones out. Gotham will be the epicenter of rebirth.”
You growled, “innocent children. Did you lose someone? A son or daughter, or a niece or nephew?”
Dr. Havran shook his head in confusion. “Why do I need to be connected with the persecuted to see the need? To help them?”
It was twisted. You had heard enough. And had distracted him enough for Nightwing to circle behind him. He grabbed the vial and sent the scientist to his knees with a flick of his baton. Nightwing placed the vial in the belt clip-on made exclusively for vials to keep them from breaking. He turned to rush back to the manor, but Dr. Havran grabbed his ankle. Nightwing cried out as he fell and found himself under the doctor’s mad attack.
Rushing forward, you kicked Dr. Havran’s claw-like hands away and descended on him yourself. He reached back under the desk and pointed the found gun at your face. You rolled away barely evading the bullets that impeded themselves in the furniture around you. When you fell out of sight, Dr. Havran turned his attention back to Nightwing, shooting at him too.
For a scientist with terrible aim, he had both of you pinned down pretty well.
“How desperate are you for the cure, Starhawk? Nightwing? Who did I infect through you? A son or daughter? A niece?”
Your rage boiled over. With a scream that revealed that he had hit his mark, you flipped over the cabinet covering you. Arms outstretched and hands ready to claw out his throat, your anger blurred your vision too much to see the handful of long-needled syringes aimed at your chest. You gasped as the needles pierced through your suit and snapped off from their shafts. They stuck out of your chest like darts in a bar.
Dr. Havran took your pause of shock to break away. He almost made it to the door when Nightwing’s grappling rope wrapped around his ankles. Nightwing was on him in a second, handcuffing his wrists tightly. He broke a glass pill filled with sleeping smoke under his nose ensuring that he would asleep long enough to transport him to Arkham.
“Havran secured, Batman. Send in the blues and we’ll be home soon.” He rounded the corner with that smile he always wore when a crisis was averted. It fell away when he saw the needles. “No, no, no, no. Hang on.” He moved to kneel by you, but you waved him off.
“Isi. Get to Isi.” One or more must have pierced deep enough to your lungs because each breath felt like you were being stabbed over and over again. “Please. Isi.” You pleaded with your eyes, not trusting your voice not to betray the pain you were in.
He nodded. With one more glance to the blood seeping over your suit, he ran out of the building. Over the coms, you heard him tell Batman he was on his way. Faintly you heard Batman promising to meet him halfway to take the antidote to Isi. Then Nightwing could come back to you.
The windows reflected with flashing blue. The icy hot in your chest seeped further into your torso.
Isi was going to be okay. She was going to get the antidote. Isi was going to live.
Dick’s voice called you out of the sleep threatening to overtake you.
“I’m coming, Y/N. I can save you. We can fix this. You’re going to be okay. You can do this.”
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Before you knew it, the concrete of the rooftop was rushing up to your face. You twisted as much as you could to avoid skidding on your face, but that put you in the perfect position for your pursuer to land on top of you and grab your wrists.
Red Hood clicked the cuffs on your wrists with a huff. He was breathing just as heavy as you. “You gave me quite the run tonight, Y/N. But Nightwing has rules in Blüdhaven.”
“Shame. Thought that I’d finally gotten away from you by moving here. What gives?”
Jason chuckled. “He saw you and called me. You must be slipping since he saw you so fast.” He didn’t move from hovering just above your chest.
“Must be.” You punctuated your remark by rolling your hips up to meet his. His shuddering gasp made you grin bright under your mask.
It was your favorite game. The not-so-bad villain against the anti-hero of Gotham. He wanted to make the killers pay for their crimes, and you wanted to pay the good fortune of Gotham’s wealthy forward to those in need. Either way, your paths continued to cross in a dance that somehow ended up with one of you on your back. You took turns capturing each other for “questioning.” This time you were the captive and Jason had even brought cuffs.
He hooked his thumb under the chain between your wrists and tugged your arms above your head. “Are you going to come quietly?”
“Depends on whether you gag me time or not.” You were unable to keep a ridiculously girly giggle from busting past your lips. You could sense Jason was biting his lip from the way his head tilted.
“Let me rephrase. Are you going to come peacefully… to my apartment? Quietly or loudly can be determined there.” He traced his finger down the bridge of your nose when you hummed in the affirmative.
He left the cuffs on while he helped you descend the fire escape to his apartment window. The tripwire was well-placed, and you were no woman to waste such an opportunity. His back was turned as he closed the window. You gave yourself a little hop so that you could wrap your cuffs over his throat. Jason didn’t even flinch. He turned in your arms so that your hands rested on the back of his neck. Once he removed his helmet, you could toy with the short hairs on his nape. He reached up to cup your face, running his thumb over the edge of your mask where it rested on the top of your cheek. He removed it and sat it on the table next to the window by his helmet. Next, his thumb traced over your bottom lip. You darted out your tongue to lick him. A wicked gleam filled his eyes; you would never tire of seeing it ignite.
Jason walked you back into a wall. He looked up, and you followed his gaze. Above your head was a sturdy-looking hook like for a coat or hat. Jason ran his hands up from your hips to your shoulders. You let him lift your arms up and tug your cuffs over the hook. It was low enough to where you could stand comfortably, but it would take some serious tip-toeing to get off.
The air seemed to grow thick around you. Jason’s face hovered over yours, his hands still resting on his wrists. Each of you seemed to be waiting for the first move. Your heavy breathing bumped your chest against his, drawing his attention. He ran his hands back down your arms and front, coming to rest on your breasts. You kept yourself from whimpering for him to grip them harshly. You were the captive, so he was in control. You let out a gasp when he breathed against your neck. He placed a chaste kiss over your pulse point, then kissed down and around your neck to the other side, lightly angling your head so he could reach. With a chuckle he placed his knee between your legs, preventing you from rubbing your thighs together. For all his rush for justice, Jason Todd was a patient man.
When he wanted to be.
You laughed in triumph as Jason ripped open the straps on your vest and through your undershirt. He nipped at the tops of your breasts spilling over your bra and fumbled with the buckle on your pants. They were heavy and kind of difficult to run in, but when it came time to get out of them the weight was perfect for stepping out of. And the fabric was thick enough to hide your bright red thong until the last moment. Jason’s eyebrow arched and his pursed his lips in approval before ridding you of that too. You shivered under his intense gaze.
With a cry, you arched forward, straining the cuffs against the hook as Jason buried two fingers in your pussy. His forehead rested on yours. He watched your eyes clamp shut as you fought off the quick orgasm he was working you towards. The ever-elusive dimples made an appearance as he began to move his thumb on your clit, making you moan wantonly. He kicked your legs open wider, keeping them from closing. Though your eyes were closed, you felt him lean down. His panting breath puffed over your breasts right before he sucked one nipple into his mouth. The other was teased into a hard pebble by his free hand. Jason sank to his knees and thrust his tongue into your wetness. The cuffs bit into your wrists as you bucked down to his face.
“You gonna soak my face Y/N?” Jason hummed into you, making you moan. “I swear you taste better every time. Can never seem to get enough.” He sucked hard on your clit, making you see stars. But you weren’t there just yet. The quivering of your thighs and your pleading mewls spurred him to curl his fingers around until you gasped. Once he had that signal, Jason was relentless. He hooked one of your knees over his shoulder and moved and sucked and moaned until you saw stars. You slumped against the wall and tried to catch your breath.
It hitched in your throat when you heard Jason unclipping his belt.
He pressed himself against your chest again, standing nose to nose with you. His thumb flicked over your clit, making you jolt. He chuckled and teased the head of his cock over your pussy lips.
“Please, Jason. Just fuck me,” you groaned in his ear.
Jason growled back and sheathed himself in one thrust. He stayed still, fingertips digging bruises into your hips until you nodded for him to move. He pulled back slow, then snapped his hips forward. Your back slammed into the wall with every repetition. Each repetition brought you closer to your end.
Then he stopped.
You whined and bucked your hips, wrapping one of your legs around his waist in an attempt to pull him back to you. Jason bumped it off his hip and reached up to your wrists. One of them was freed from their confines. He caught you and eased you to kneel on the floor. His length bobbed in front of your face. He cocked his head and curled his fingers in your hair.
The flame in your gut was going to putter out soon.
Jason threw his head back and tightened his grip on your hair as you licked up the underside of his cock. He let you control the pace, knowing you would not tease him in your desperation. No matter how tempting that sounded. Denial for denial could go all night, and neither of you wanted that. Not tonight. After a bit of a warm up, you swallowed him down. Over and over again. He swelled and twitched in your mouth before the ropes of cum began to coat your throat. You pulled back opened your mouth, empty.
“Damn,” he murmured.
The remnant of your denied orgasm shivered through you. Jason chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m not through with you yet.” He helped you to your feet, then lifted you in his arms and carried you to the bedroom.
When you woke up the next morning, you couldn’t move. Everything was sore, yes, but your arms were almost completely immovable due to being cuffed to the headboard.
Jason was just finishing lacing up his boots at the foot of the bed. “Good morning,” he grinned.
“’Morn’. Aren’t you forgetting something?” You wiggled your wrists, making the cuffs clack against the headboard.
“No.”
A slight twinge of panic settled in your stomach. It was not lessened when a small key landed on the pillow next to your head.
“Nightwing is going to come by in probably half an hour to close up the apartment.” He put on his helmet. “See you around Y/N.” Then he was gone.
“Yeah, see you around Jason.”
Until next time, you thought before contemplating how to escape the cuffs.
Jason and the reader are due a turn in the Wayne spotlight. They attend, but Jason finds a way to keep the evening interesting.
Pairing: Jason Todd x Hearing Impaired!Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: dirty talk (extreme edition), cumming in public, implied further smut
Word Count: 1280
Note: I have the headcanon that Jason is a worse tease than Dick. So here is Jason when he’s captive in a suit and can only think about you. Tag lists and request open, and please let me know if you like the fic with comments and reblogs!
When you reached the top of the stairs, you saw Jason pacing the ground floor like a caged tiger. “Do you really hate the Wayne Gala this much?” You asked, drawing his attention. “Or is this your version of a grown-up temper tantrum?”
Jason whistled. His eyes stayed glued to your thigh when it peeked out during your descent. “I’ll put up with the Gala for as long as I can see you in that dress. Who knew you cleaned up so nice?”
“You’re not to bad yourself.” You stopped next to him to straighten his tie. It would be in his pocket or completely lost within an hour, but for now, it complemented the perfect suit. You hated going to the showboating fest too, but it was worth it to see Jason in the suit. “Ready to go?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
In the elevator at Wayne Tower, Jason frantically checked his pockets. “Before I forget, I brought our earbuds.” He put his in, then held yours out and waited. You put in your advanced coms and gave Jason your hearing aids.
“Any particular reason? Does Bruce want us to keep an eye out for something?”
“No.” The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. He leaned in close. “I’m going to make you cum before the end of the night.” He grinned big next to you for the sudden flash of paparazzi, then he was gone.
You were dragged away for an interview. It was a reporter you had spoken to before, so she knew to emphasize pronunciation and keep her head tilted towards you so you could see her lips. The next few followed her example, so your responses were better than usual, though still mostly fluff.
“The Wayne family is always proud and humbled to give their annual donations to the Gotham, Metropolis, and Star City hospitals. This year we will begin planning to also donate to Bludhaven’s hospitals in the next season. If we can give these major cities the due funding they require, from the largest centers to the smallest clinics, then we can build up to peacefully retaking our cities.”
You felt a tapping in your ear, telling you Jason has turned on his earbud. You twiddled the crystalline flute of some bubbly beverage and refocused on the microphone in front of you.
“Yes, the funding is moving into the next stage. Data from former years is ensuring that each medical structure is getting the funding they need. So far most of it is going to clinics in the further stretches of town, and the ones deep in the middle of each city. Funding is based on need, not the… pardon me, not the prestige of the hospital’s name as it has been done in the past.”
The reporter continued to ask questions, but you were distracted by the moaning and grunting sounds in your ear. With a tight smile, you cut the question short and wiggled your almost empty glass in his face. “Excuse me.” The reporter nodded with short thanks. You walked away to a corner of the room to look for Jason.
“Can you see me?” Jason’s voice was deep. You knew from experience what it felt like against your chest or between your legs. “Some reporter brought some weights for me to use. Trying to gauge whether I could be the Batman or not.”
You swallowed, mentally picturing the way you knew his muscles rippled. “His conclusion?”
“To be determined in the morning print. You sound a bit out of breath Y/N. Did I distract you?”
Licking your lips, you moved closer to a set of broad shoulders facing away from you. Upon getting closer, you realized the stance was too wide and the height too short. You huffed. “Not in the slightest. What are you playing at, Jason?”
“I’m bored. You will be bored if you aren’t already. It’s the same six questions for papers looking for the exclusive. Come on, let’s have a little fun. You better pray that you find me fast.”
He was gone again for a few minutes. Just enough time for you to get snagged into a group bedazzled with expensive jewelry worn once a year. Now it was the rich people asking you the reporter’s questions, but you had to reword your answers so they wouldn’t read them in the morning.
Jason tapped again. In the background, you could hear the heavy clacking of plates as if he was close to a kitchen. “That slit in your dress would make for some quick access to your pussy. I bet if we found the right corner, I could eat you out and nobody could see me. Would you be able to hold a straight face as I thrust my tongue and fingers into your wet hole? I bet you would give our spot away with those sweet sounds you make. Especially if I suck on your clit hard the way you like it.”
You cleared your throat and excused yourself from the group. “Seriously?”
“Yes. And since I know you always make a mess out of my face, I bet I’ll have to use whatever you’re wearing underneath to clean up.”
The thin under layer you did have was in danger of staining through to the front of your dress. If Jason kept up for much longer, you might have to leave early. Unless… two could play at this game.
“While the slit is useful for you, I can use it too. Do you know how hard it is to kneel in an evening gown? If I can’t kneel, then I can’t tease you with kitten licks up the underside of your cock the way you like it.”
“Hmm, if you make me ruin my suit pants, we’ll both be in trouble. Slit or no slit, there is no way this night isn’t ending without you screaming my name for the whole gala to hear. Not that you’ll be thinking about that. You’ll be too busy feeling how good I fill you up. How good my cock drags in and out of you. How good my aim is when I find that spot inside you that makes your knees give out.”
You leaned back into a wall to keep your balance. “Oh really?” Your voice shook despite your attempt to keep it even. You’d never admit it, but you were ready to fall apart right there. “And then what?”
Jason appeared at your shoulder and whispered into your ear, “and then I throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here so we can make out in the limo. Then when we’re home and I have you to myself, we’re not done until its breakfast time, and time to eat you out all over again.”
You whimpered and reached back to curl your fingers in his hair. “Jason,” you moaned.
“Any last words?”
“Yeah,” you gasped, “payback is going to be a bitch.”
Jason pressed his body against your back with a chuckle, you could feel his hard length on the small of your back. He squeezed your waist tightly as he whispered, “cum.”
Your body shivered from the tips of your toes to the tips of your fingers to the top of your head. Damn if even just imagining what he was going to do to you didn’t feel like the real thing. You clawed into his wrist where he was holding you up. When your vision came back, and your breathing began to settle down, you turned around and kissed him.
Jason nuzzled his nose against yours when you broke off to catch your breath. “So. Are you ready to begin?”
A Nightly Affair: (S) Nightwing keeps mistaking your apartment for his and you two grow very close. Very. Close. So close as to put you in danger, unless Nightwing can find you first. [Series Masterlist]
The Kissing Thief: (S) Y/N gets fed up with Dick Grayson hiding mistletoe all over the manor, and suggests an alternate activity. The ‘alternate activity’ continues all year. No plot, just smut and fluff. [Series Masterlist]
Warnings/Promises: implied semi-public (rooftop) smut, language
Word Count: ~720
Note: Just a short work. I haven’t written Jason in a while and wanted to work with him a bit more. Please let me know what you think by leaving a comment, or liking or reblogging. My tag lists and requests are open, and please check out my masterlist (link after the fic.) Enjoy!
You were being chased.
You couldn’t see your pursuer any more than the occasional flash of red. You tried not to look back. Every time you did, it increased your paranoia. You ran faster, watching every dark corner for him to appear.
This meant you weren’t watching your feet.
As you tripped over the wire you thought about your training. You knew better than this.
“You’re getting sloppy, Y/N.” Red Hood hovered over you, pinning you to the rooftop, “I even used the shiny wire.”
“I know. I thought about in on the way down.” You avoided his gaze. Even with the mask, you could feel him smirking at you. “Now are you going to let me up, or are just going to stay here all night?”
“Well,” he shook his head, “I’m waiting for you to make me move. If you can.”
Half a second later you had him flipped on his back. Then he had you up against an air unit. You should have groaned in pain; instead you whimpered.
Jason ripped off his helmet and held you up. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to hit you that hard.”
“I’m fine. Really.” You were pretty sure you were blushing. Hopefully it was too dark for him to see.
“Are you sure? You look flushed.”
Damn.
You pushed away his hand as he felt your forehead. “It’s not that kind of flush, Jason.” He tilted your face to look at him as his pupils swelled. Jason lightly pushed a curl across your face, leaning forward till your noses were almost touching. Your ribs felt like they were being broken from the inside, your heart was pumping so fast.
No. You couldn’t let yourself do this.
You punched him in the ribs while hooking your ankle behind his before jerking it forward. He fell with a slight thud. You ran. You leapt over buildings, not sure if he was even following you. Then you heard him curse as he tripped over one of his own trap wires. Now you could easily pick up the sound of his running, spurring you forward.
The trap rooftop you’d set up the night before was coming up, but you never made it. Jason blindsided you and pinned you down. He held your arms above your head and kept you from flipping him by trapping your legs under his. He left his mask behind, his hair wild between the wind and the helmet-hair. A few tendrils covered his eyes, which kept flicking between your eyes and lips.
“Where did you think you were going?” he asked, slightly out of breath.
“You think you’re the only one to set up trip wires? Let me up and I’ll show you.”
“Nope. Not till you tell me what happened back there.”
You looked away. “I don’t want us to start anything. Love makes teammates sloppy; one of us could get hurt.”
“Love? You love me?” His voice was hushed. You considered it to be shock in a negative way.
“Yes. Now it’s out there. We can move on, forget about it, anything. Now can we go hunt some bad-guys?”
For a second nothing happened. Then you felt Jason’s grip loosen. He released your arms, but kept you caged beneath him. You were still refusing to look at him when you felt his hot breath on your neck. Startled, you turned to look at him, and found your lips pressed into his. He deepened the kiss, pressing into your lips harder until you opened up for him. His hips rolled into yours, pressing something thick and hot into the apex of your thighs.
When he broke off for air, you reached down to palm his hard-on.
“Is this what made you trip earlier?” you asked with a giggle.
“Yes. And every time since we started working together. I can’t help but notice the way your body moves when your round-housing some jerk in the face.”
You pulled his face back to yours. “That’s probably the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
“Give me a while, sweetheart, and let me show you more.”
You didn’t care that you were on a rooftop where anybody could see you. You forgot everything when he showed you the details for why he’d fallen so many times. So many details.
Jason tries to persuade Y/N from moving out of their apartment.
Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings: Angst, swearing, heart pain
Word Count: 1100+
Note: I had a bad day. Didn’t feel like writing fluff to make it better.
You were packing when the door slammed. You didn’t turn to look at him. Just keep packing. Roll the t-shirts. Fold the pants.
“What is this?” Jason asked, voice cold and hurt. You ignored the slip of paper crumpled in his fist.
“Goodbye.”
“Why?”
He met you at the dresser, but you had just finished emptying it. Jason braced himself against it as you moved onto the closet and filling your duffel. Your mind swam with everything you wanted to tell him. He poured out questions.
“Is it the missions? The going out every night? The danger? What?”
You took a deep breath to keep your voice level. Even then it wavered towards the end. “No. I knew all about that months ago. I want to know where you’re going, who you’re fighting. I want to be home base, not just a warm body to hold after a winter patrol.” Another deep breath. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. “I said as much in the letter.”
He reached out to catch your arm as you walked past, but you jumped away as if his fingers would brand you.
“Y/N, please. Just… sit down, so we can talk about this.”
“Now you want to talk?” You threw the clothes onto the bed and spun to face him. “You are too tired at night to talk. Asleep in the morning when I make breakfast. Gone on patrol before I finish. Then you sit on rooftops all day hacked into the Batman’s coms for something to do. There is no room to breathe around you, Jason!”
“No, you know that is not the whole truth” Jason held up a hand and then pointed at you. “I know what you’re going to say next. We have discussed that. At length. I’m not pulling you into this any more than I already have.”
“Bullshit. You’ve told me before I’m as good a hacker as Dick. I’ve held my own against Damian in sparring, something even you have trouble doing. And I’m still human enough to see the big picture when you or Bruce can’t. If you guys are even talking to one another.”
Jason rushed forward and gripped your shoulders. “That’s what I’m worried about. I don’t want you to lose that. Not like I have.”
Don’t you do it. Not the face. I refuse to just bend because you pull the face. Don’t you dare?
With a sigh, his shoulders slumped. His hands slid down your arms till he could hold your hands in his. It could be the hottest summer on record and his would feel like ice. You looked out the window, at your suitcase, at the empty dresser and closet. But he tilted up your chin so he could look into your eyes. So you squeezed them shut.
He chuckled under his breath, “and I’m the stubborn one.” He rubbed thumb across the side of your cheek. “Please open your eyes, Y/N.”
No. No. No. No. No.
You cracked them just enough to satisfy him, but it was enough to get pulled into his. How deep they were. How much the toll of death and missions had taken out of him over the years. They were the eyes of a soldier who’s seen too much. Broken.
“I don’t want you to get hurt, or killed, or…” he started. You let him squeeze your hands while he worked out the words. “I don’t want you to lose that spark of life in your eyes. The way you smile when it rains. How you grumble under your breath when people walk slowly in the park or at the grocery. The way you hum pleasantly in your sleep. You are perfect, Y/N. I can’t risk destroying you.”
You ripped your hands out of his.
“And how destroyed will I be the night you don’t come back? I don’t want to be in the field with you, Jason! I want to have your back from here. You won’t let Dick or Bruce in, why not me? I want to be able to talk with you during a patrol. I want to hear you laugh as you bring justice to this God forsaken city. I want to be here to patch you up so you don’t have to do it in an alley somewhere before you come home.”
“I’m a different man out there, Y/N.” Jason stepped back from you, voice low and different than anything you heard from him before. “I’m harder. Cruel. You might hear a man on coms that you’ve never met before. I know you. You hold the weight of the world on your shoulders when you can’t help your elderly neighbor bring her groceries up the stairs. You are too kind and bright to listen to me at my darkest.” He clenched and unclenched his fists till his voice cracked back to normal. “I don’t bring it home because I need the light you have. I need the reminder that humanity is good. If you see the depravity like I do, I won’t be able to claw our way out.”
He needs me. Oh God, help me. He needs me. I can’t stay. I can’t keep living like this. But he needs me. I’m going to worry about him no matter what apartment I live in. Distance might help. But he needs me. If we can’t be broken together, then he can be broken by himself, like he was before. But he needs me. I pulled him back from that edge.
He needs me. He needs me. He needs me.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket. The taxi was here to drive you to your new place across town.
“The taxi’s here, isn’t it?”
You nodded.
“Across town?”
“What makes you think I’m staying in this city? I’ve got college friends in Star City.”
You could feel him shifting his focus between the phone and your face. You were worried he would call your bluff.
“Please don’t go.”
He needs me.
But I don’t need him.
“I have to go.” You quickly zipped the cases shut and stacked them to leave in one trip. You didn’t look back all the way down the hall, or down the stairs, or shoving the suitcases into the trunk of the taxi. But you took one last look before getting in.
He was standing in the window. Blinds parted. Like he’d done when you moved in. He kissed two of his fingers and pressed them to the glass. You didn’t kiss back. You didn’t look back as the taxi drove away.
I don’t need him. I don’t need him. I don’t need him.
Jason comes over to borrow some supplies and makes sure to pay up.
Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings: SMUT
Word Count: 1040+
Note: Haven’t written Jason in a while, so just a quickie. Please let me know how you like my writing with likes, comments, and reblogs. And my requests are open!
You didn’t realize you’d fallen asleep on your living room couch until you heard tapping on your window. The skull-like red helmet peering back frightened you to the floor. Jason laughed and took it off, waiting for you to open the window. He kept his vice grip on the frame till his boots hit the carpet.
“Jeez, Jason. Can’t you use the door like a normal person?”
“Where would be the fun in that? Besides, there wasn’t time to use all those stairs. Especially if the elevator is still out.”
“Yeah, it is. What do you need?” You walked towards your collection of medical supplies you kept in your kitchen. Hopefully, he wasn’t too banged up.
“Chloroform.”
You spun to face him. “Why exactly do you need chloroform at two in the morning?”
“Y/N, since when do I need a reason?” Jason leaned against the fridge, smirking.
“Since I became your supplier of odd things. How’d you even know I had… never mind. Stupid question.” With a sigh, you pulled out the bottle. Jason reached out his hand to take it, but you held back for a second.
“And how are you going to pay me back for this… visit to Y/N’s shop of vigilante supplies?”
Jason stepped closer till his chest was almost flush with yours. He wrapped his hand around yours and leaned down to ghost his lips across yours. “I’m sure I’ll think of something.” He pulled away, chuckling as you leaned forward to follow him. “Don’t leave your window open. You never know who could… drop in.”
He left you standing there, irritatingly hot and bothered.
You tried staying up till his mission was over, but again you awoke to gloves tapping on glass. He’d removed the helmet this time and was dangling from a grappling hook.
“How’d it…” you started, silenced by a kiss as he stumbled through the window. He fell with you onto the couch, falling to cage you beneath him. You raked your fingernails over his chest, feeling his sculpted figure underneath the fabric. Thankfully his uniform was in several pieces: jacket, shirt, pants, and utility belt. The jacket and belt were long gone by the time you started tugging at the hem of his armored shirt till it disappeared. Jason burrowed his hands under your tank top, pushing and reaching till it was over your head.
He paused, running his thumb over the swell of your breasts, making you shiver. You groaned with impatience. His hips jerked wildly as you cupped his swelling erection prominent through his tight pants.
“Hey now. I used up most of that bottle, so I have a lot to pay for. If I play it right, this could take all night.”
You swallowed a moan, choosing to reply with snark instead. “You can still do that, but the payment can’t be in full unless you start now.”
Jason dove for your neck. He sucked on your pulse till you were writhing beneath him; then he sucked an equally dark mark on the other side. All the while his hands kneaded your breasts. The fabric pushed and pulled across your nipples pleasantly. They popped and hardened as Jason reached around and unclasped your bra. He flattened himself against you, taking your breath away with the sensation of skin on skin. He was so warm. Nearly hot to the touch. Between the rush from patrol to the pleasure of now, you would almost swear you could feel his heart thundering against yours.
“Jason,” you pleaded. The heat coursing through you was blurring your vision.
With a little bit of fumbling, your sleeping shorts and underwear were gone. Jason growled into your forehead as he pressed his palm flat against your mound. A slight squeeze was enough to slick his hand, and enough to arch you further into his chest. You lost the ability to breathe as he ran a finger up and down your slit before sliding in and out. He curled and twisted it while his other hand rested under the small of your back, keeping you arched against his still clothed dick. He grunted and moaned with you as his ministrations kept you rubbing him. Your hands flew to twist in your hair as he added another digit, using it to play on opposite ends in you.
“Jason!” you cried out, more insistent.
“Hang on, Y/N. I’ve got you.” Jason added a third digit, stretching you wide. He dug his thumb into your clit, spinning quick circles till you clamped around his fingers.
He watched as you stiffened and shuddered before your muscles released you and turned to jello. He watched your lips as they parted to suck in air. He felt your chest rise and fall against his. He pulled you onto his lap as he sat up, holding you close till you braced yourself on the couch.
“Think you can bounce tonight, Y/N?”
All you could do was nod.
Even with the prep, he burned inside you as he guided you down his shaft. If his arms hadn’t been wrapped around you, you would have fallen to the floor with the sensation of the stretch. His fingers played circles into your shoulder blades till you rose up to sink down. He met you half-way, thrusting deep, but gently. This disappeared as he gave into pulling every moan and cry from you by any means necessary. Jason caught one of your nipples between his teeth as it bounced in front of his face. Your pace faltered as each bounce sent a jolt through you.
You lost control as Jason took over, pulling your hips down to meet his thrusts. You gripped his shoulders as you came. His shoulders twitched as you dug half-moons into his skin. He let out a shuddered breath into the hollow of your throat as he shot warm ropes into you.
He’d said he was going to go all night, but you fell asleep on his shoulder. When you woke, there was a glass of water on your nightstand, you were clean and dressed in your favorite pajamas, and a new bottle of chloroform was in your medicine cabinet with a note.
‘Outstanding balance. Will continue to pay Y/N supply shop in increments.”
Rain smut with any male character or actor you want to imagine.
Pairing: open
Warnings: SMUT. Rain sex
Word Count: 390 (Short, but intense)
Note: There was a thunderstorm. I was inspired. I’m not sorry. If it’s sunny where you are, I recommend using: Rainy Mood. NSFW below the cut.
Petrichor they call it. The smell of the earth when it finally rains after a dry spell. When the trees and flowers and grasses shed their protective layers of self-made wax that formally held in moisture.
That’s what he smells like. The musk of fresh earth rejoicing in rain.
It comes out the most when he loves you during a thunderstorm. He starts with misting kisses across your lips and your neck. Then he lands big, wet open-mouthed ones as he leans closer to you. You are surrounded by him. His arms. His legs. They are always tangled in yours not matter if you’re sitting on the couch or hiding in a dark corner. Static builds between you like clouds rolling into each other. Then lighting strikes. A tweak of your nipple. His fingers digging tighter into your skin. His hips jumping against yours so you can feel him. As the storm rolls in, he dips his hand down your sweatpants or under your skirt to tug your panties down your legs, if you’re wearing any. You feel his chest rumble when he finds how pleased and ready you are. Like how the wind stirs into a frenzy he pulls moans and gasps and soft cries from your lips, all the while swallowing them with his. You reach the eye of the storm as he crescendos his movements.
For a moment, the air is still as he works your through the high, pulling you back to the ground. Or further into his bed.
Then the next wave starts.
The end of a storm is the fiercest, for it has to be strong enough to push forward everything that has come before. He pulls you closer, pushes you under, smothers you with his warm breath on your neck as he sinks into you. Lighting strikes you again as he stretches you. Angles to crash into the place that makes you cry his favourite sound. His hips thunder into you. The air heats up as you both near the end. Rain and lightning and thunder cease as you both still, feeling the high of the other and flying off the feeling of the other soaring.
You smell him as he pulls you to his chest and falls asleep. It glistens on him in the moonlight, sunlight, or no light at all.
Dick make’s sure that his and Y/N’s year goes out with a bang as the new one begins.
Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader, appearances by Tim Drake, Jason Todd
Warnings: pranking, SMUT, NSFW gif below the cut, risk of getting caught
Word Count: 1200+
Note: Originally, this was supposed to be where it ended, but then I extended the prize time to Valentines. A week of endless kisses seemed too short. Enjoy! And Happy New Year!
Tim leapt into action, tossing blankets over his teammate till all anybody would see was a pair of not-so-empty socks. He used a pillow to hide those and leaned on them, making the blanket yelp.
“Shh.”
The house was silent for a moment, then chaos erupted.
Tim shivered over your hiding place as Jason roared. You found a gap in the blankets and peaked out as Jason walked around the corner, his black and red uniform obliterated in silver and gold glitter. He held his helmet away from his body like it was diseased.
“Tim, I swear if this was you, I will-“
“It wasn’t me! Look,” he held out his hands, “no glitter.”
Jason growled and stalked away. You poked your hands out to check them. They were clean, and not without considerable effort on your part.
Dick would have no such luck. He had overseen the adhesive strips that held the glitter packets in the helmet until Jason went to put it on.
“Dick! I’m going to kill you! I’m going to smother you… choke you… get back here!”
You giggled as Dick’s laughter echoed through the mansion. It ended abruptly with the sound of beeping: the Batman’s call to action. The prank was over, but definitely not forgotten. You wondered what Bruce would say when he saw the glitter, if anything at all. You wondered what Commissioner Gordon would say.
“Who’s idea was it?” Tim asked, throwing the blanket off you.
“Dick said glitter. I suggested putting it in his helmet. Dick wanted to drop it on him from the banister.”
Tim shook his head with a grin, then went back to what he was doing. You headed towards the library to read till the team got back. Dick got you “The Hubble Cosmos” by Devorkin for Christmas, but this was the first down time you had since the holiday shenanigans picked up. The swollen ankle you earned while chasing Harley Quinn helped. Bruce commanded you to stay put till the swelling went down.
They came back late, nearly midnight. You were deep in space, so much so that you didn’t hear Dick come in till he was tickling your feet.
“Glad you like it. Anything interesting yet?” He moved your legs to sit next to you before pulling them back onto his lap.
“Plenty. I’ll let you borrow it when I finish.” You continued reading as Dick drummed his fingers on your shins. You peaked over the top of the book at him. He was staring at you. Licking his lips like a starved man. “Did you want to ask me something?”
You barely had time to plant your bookmark before it was tossed onto the coffee table. Dick pinned your arms to your side as he kissed you breathless. You squirmed, not to get away, but as an effort to touch him. He squeezed on your arms tighter, denying you that wish, but you felt his desire rut against you.
“Dick,” you breathed.
“It’s coming, don’t worry.”
“Are you ever not going to use that?”
“Nope.” He moved to sucking hard on your neck, taking time to make them dark and noticeable. He let one of your hands escape so he could palm your breast, then toying with the edge of your shirt. You used your free hand to grip the juncture of his legs. His kissing faltered as he almost fell off the couch. You took the chance to push him onto his back on the other end of the couch.
Now it was your turn. You kept the kisses slow, and the pressure on his bulge just enough to keep him pinned. You worked your way across his collarbone, still sweaty from the mission, and up around his neck. He pulled you closer, then gripped your ass. You moaned and rolled your hips together.
“We could get caught,” you whispered.
“Yeah.” He leaned back to give you more access as his hands crept below the hem of your sweatpants. You shivered at his touch, retaliating by sucking a mark below his ear.
Your kisses morphed into open-mouthed pants as he found his way to your heat, stroking your clothed sex in the way that made your hips buck against his.
“You gonna ride me, baby?” he whispered. You groaned and rolled to sit up. You both removed your pants and underwear and tossed them away before you laid over top of him again. He slid his length through your lower lips while watching your face. He chuckled as you braced yourself on his chest. You raised up so he could push the tip into you, then let him help you sink onto him. The couch was wide enough for your legs to rest easily on either side of him.
He kept one hand on your hip, holding you on him till you were whimpering for him to move, and the other on your breast, squeezing it gently through your tee. He gripped you tight to raise you up, then to impale you as he arched up to meet you. Again, and again, and again he slammed into you till you were clamping a hand over your mouth to hide your cries.
“Babe, please be close,” Dick panted. He was shining with new sweat; you were sure you looked similarly disheveled. He pulled you down harder onto a thrust, hitting your sweet spot and making you scream through your palm. “I’ll take that as a hopeful yes.”
He raked his nails over your ribcage on their way down to your clit. A few hard strokes were enough to send you spiraling. Your walls spasmed around him, taking him down with you with a hoarse shout. Your legs quaked as he arched into you, sheathing you while his cum coated you warm and thick. He pumped into you two or three times, your mind couldn’t count at the moment, to draw out the high. Dick sighed and let himself slide out before pulling you down to his chest.
He kissed your forehead and rubbed your back, humming into your hair sweet nothings.
“It’s almost midnight,” he said finally. You forced your eyes open to look at the grandfather clock. 11:50. “They’ll be expecting us in the batcave. Alfred is feeling extra festive this year.”
You groaned and muttered, “do we have too?”
“We can ring in the new year ourselves afterwards if you go with me.” You looked up to his smirking face.
“Deal, if you carry me upstairs so we can get cleaned up a little. A more in-depth shower can happen later.” You squealed as Dick threw your clothes at you.
“3…2…1! Happy New Year!”
Before you could pull Dick down to you, he dragged you to the door between the manor and the entrance of the cave. The mistletoe he’d put up nearly a month ago still hung there. He cupped your face and kissed you deeply, sweeter than before.
“I’m loving this unlimited kissing thing. What can I do to earn a yearly subscription?”
“You can have them till July,” you pulled an egg out of your pocket, safe in a pillow case, “if you crack this glitter egg on Jason’s head.”
He was off like a shot. You joined everyone, minus Jason, in laughter as he was covered in bright pink glitter. Dick hiked you over his shoulder during his retreat, trailing glitter through the manor as carried you up for the after-mission/party shower you suggested. Glitter got on everything before you even made it to the shower.
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