Idc How Old This Is, Everyone Needs To Read It

“ 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙡𝙪𝙩! „

submissive! satoru gojo x dominant! female! reader.

(does not follow the plot of the jjk manga or the anime)

cw’s + tw’s: nsfw, pegging (m), edging (m), explicit language, bondage (m), degradation, pet names, rough handling, butt plug vibrator (m), exhibitionism.

timeskip: “✦ ✦ ✦”

summary: Satoru had been acting like a brat the entire time during an important party to you. Flirting with other women sent you over the edge. You decide to embarass him using a special toy. You promise that he’ll get a way better well-deserved punishment after enduring this small scene. Satoru doesn’t think it’ll be that bad - oh just how wrong he was.

word count: 3.1K+

“Well, I do my best,” Satoru says with a wink to a woman.

The woman he is talking to, giggles and grabs onto his arm, clinging to it as if it kept her alive.

You watched as he flirted with other women - no doubt doing it to tease you into putting him over your lap and spanking his ass red.

You were so glad that you put a controlled butt plug that vibrated - all the way up his bratty ass before you both entered the party.

This party was important and Satoru was making a fool out of you because you brought him as your partner.

I should’ve brought Yuji instead. You thought to yourself.

You sat down at one of the tables and slightly reached up your dress for your thigh strap for the remote to the vibrator.

You casually set it under your thigh and grabbed an alcoholic beverage. Satoru’s head turned to you, and you only smiled at him as the woman on his arm was talking to him.

You watched as he became jittery and nervous that you were smiling while he was flirting with another woman.

You had to have had a plan up your sleeve. Gojo practically already couldn’t sit down because if he did, the butt plug would move inside him and it sent a pleasant jolt up his spine.

The one thing you didn’t tell him was that it vibrated. What a surprise to show him, especially in front of some guests.

He humiliated you - and now you’d humiliate him.

You turned the vibrator on and set the device to a medium pace. You watched as Satoru visibly flinched and mumbled a string of curses to himself.

The woman on his arm had a worried gaze on her face, as she asked if he was okay.

He ignored her as he tried to focus on controlling his body and the sounds that came out of him.

A slow-dance melody started to play. People started to find their partners and slow-dance with them. You slowly stood up and sat your drink down on the table. Satoru’s head snapped to you. You smiled and slowly made your way over to him. As if he couldn’t see wait any longer, Satoru pushed the woman off his arm and practically stumbled over to you and hid his face in your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you nice and close to him.

“F-Fuck. You t-tricked me.” Satoru whispered.

“But doesn’t it feel so good, hm? Pretty sluts like you always moan so prettily.” You comment, your teeth nipping at his ear teasingly.

He whimpered in your ear as you grasped onto his shoulders and guided him to the music.

“I don’t w-want to dance—mmph!” Satoru’s voice was cut off by you suddenly changing the setting to the highest one for a few seconds then back to the medium setting.

“Shit, b-baby, don’t do that to me.” He moaned in your ear.

“I’m barely h-hanging on.” Satoru whispers, his grip on your waist tightening.

“But that’s not where I want you to be yet.” You reply back.

He grunted in your ear, and so many of the sounds that he made, made your clit throb.

“I want you begging to cum in front of these people.” You say, finally nipping at his neck.

One of the many things that you loved about Satoru Gojo was that he withheld any sounds of pleasure around anyone else - except you.

You were the only one allowed to hear his precious moans, his begging, his whines.

His eyes also didn’t affect you, Satoru enjoyed that, he rarely showed his eyes anymore. He wasn’t needed and he didn’t want to show anyone his eyes. You weren’t afraid. You loved him. He loved you.

You always thought his eyes so were pretty, especially when he cried from pleasure. Those pretty tears falling from his crystal blue eyes as you pegged him out of his misery.

“You’re going to be so fucked up after I’m done with you tonight, fucking whore.” You say, sliding one of your hands to the back of his neck, rubbing the small short hairs that stood straight out at you.

He started shivering from pleasure. You wanted to see him scream out from you edging him over and over again. Him begging you to cum over and over until his mind is jumbled with thoughts of only you and the urge of wanting to cum so badly.

“Flirting with other women, Gojo, really?” You question.

“Baby, p-please call me by my name.” He whimpered.

“I am.” You say as you continue to rise goosebumps all over his body from just toying with the hairs on the back of his neck.

“S-Satoru, p-please call me Satoru, baby.” He whispered as he nibbled on your neck.

You switched the vibrator back to the highest setting, “You should know by now, I make the orders. I’ll call you whatever I want. For example; my pretty slut.”

Satoru let out a loud whine at both your words and the vibrator up his ass. His whine wasn’t loud enough for anyone, but you to hear.

Satoru made sure of it even if it was hard for him to contain his sounds. I mean, for fucks sake, it was on the highest setting. He wanted to do at least something right for you tonight.

“Such a good boy.” You praise, turning the vibrator to the lowest setting.

“I a-almost came. Fuck, I’m so hard for you, (y/n).” He whispered against your ear.

“That’s the point, Gojo.” You reply with a pleased smile.

“Please, take me home and fuck me. Hard, baby.” He states.

You raise an eyebrow at his sudden demand.

“Who makes the demands?” You ask.

“You, baby, but please!” He exclaims, placing his forehead against yours.

Satoru continued to plead and beg to take him home so you could fuck him until the end of the party.

✦ ✦ ✦

You brought Satoru to your shared “BDSM” room. It had everything necessary for a punishment or a reward. After it was finished, you’d go back to your shared bed in your guys’ actual room to sleep in. You pulled off Satoru’s blindfold and pushed his chest down onto the bed. He bit his lip in anticipation, his bright eyes watching your every move.

“You said you wanted to be fucked, hm?” You ask, slowly sliding your dress off.

He nodded.

“Words.” You demanded.

“I wanna be fucked out of this world by you, baby.” He replies quietly.

“You have no idea what permisson you just gave me to do to you.” You say to him, before leaving the room to go to your closet and grab the things needed.

You come back into the bedroom to find Satoru palming himself through his tight suit pants.

You grab his wrist away from crotch and glare at him, “Such a desperate little slut - I didn’t think I’d need them, but I guess I do.”

You wave the cuffs in front of his face and he visibly gulps.

He tries to make an excuse, “But—I wanna touch y—”

He hates not being able to touch you.

You take two fingers and shove them in his mouth, “Filthy sluts don’t get to speak.”

“Like I said, filthy.” You murmur as he greedily sucks on your fingers, gently running his tongue over your finger and then pushing his tongue in between your fingers.

You remove your fingers from his mouth and he whines desperately.

“Hands up.” You demand and he listens.

You undo his tie and pull off his shirt. You continue to undress him completely. He’s always embarrassed when you stare at how beautiful his body is. So embarrassed, his cheeks are flushed pink, and his cock twitches.

You look into Satoru’s eyes as you lock each of the cuffs to the bedpost. You make sure that you can fit at least three of your fingers under the cuffs to make sure that you don’t hurt him.

“Spread those pretty legs for me, ‘Toru,” I say, he listens with an impatient whine following after.

Satoru always looks tense after you tie him up. You’ll never be able to get that butt plug out of him with him that tense.

“Relax your body for me.” You say, planting kisses down his stomach.

After a few seconds of calming him, he finally relaxes himself.

“Now, Satoru, you know how this works, don’t tense around it as I pull it out, okay?”

“Mhm.” He hums with his eyes closed.

“Deep breath in… and out.” You guide.

You successfully pull it out with no complications, except Satoru whining about how just pulling the butt plug got him stimulated.

Satoru eyed the strap-on you had chosen. 9 inches.

“We’ve never used that one before,” Satoru says, a blush on his face.

“Exactly, ‘Toru.” You reply softly.

“It’s gonna be too big—fuck (y/n)!” Satoru cries out.

You hum, rubbing the cold lube around his hole.

“Relax, honey.” You soothe, rubbing your fingers down his nipples one at a time.

“I can’t baby—you rile me up in so many ways.” He whimpers.

You put on the strap-on and lube the strap up. Satoru eyes you, his eyes wary.

“You ready, slut?” You say, he shivers at your words.

He makes out a small, “Yes.”

“Your safe word?” You ask.

“Blue.” He whispers.

“Good.” You reply.

You slowly push into him and he’s already spasming. You run your now cold hands up his chest, feeling every part of him - except his dick of course. You can’t be too generous.

“I won’t be able to fuck my slut, if he doesn’t relax.”

“I-I can’t.” He whispers, his cuffed hands pulling hard.

“Please… Keep t-touching me.” He moans as you slowly push into him more.

You smile, leaning down on one of your hands still groping Satoru’s chest, your other hand cupping the side of his face. You peppered his neck with hickeys, he lets out cute whines and moans that turned you on more.

“You know you keep saying that you can’t take it, but I know you can, my pretty boy.” You whisper against his neck, suddenly pushing all of the remaining inches inside him.

You take your head from his neck and watch as he falls apart in front of you. You take the time and make sure he isn’t in any pain and jerk him off at the same time as he settles down from this sudden gesture.

His entire body flinched and he moaned out a string of curses.

“F-Fuck me!” He exclaimed, breathing hard.

“I am, baby.” You reply with a grin.

You start fucking the strap-on in and out of Satoru at a slow pace. You continue to slowly jerk him off, hoping to drive him mad.

“F-Feels s-so good!” Satoru moans out, his whimpers high-pitched.

“So pretty.” You comment, continuing your slow thrusts.

“Tell me t-that I’m p-pretty more—nnghh!” He whimpers out.

You stayed silent, watching him fall apart.

“P-Pleaseeee!” Satoru moans out.

“Babyyy, p-please! Tell me—mm, f-fuck—that I’m pretty!” He begs, his pretty eyes glassy.

You cup Satoru’s cheek, “Oh, ‘Toru... You’re so pretty. The absolute prettiest.”

You start to speed up your thrusts, as well as your other hand on his cock.

“Oh, f-fuck!” Satoru whimpers out, his hips trying to meet your thrusts.

Satoru seemed to love that word, especially when you fucked him. Hard.

Satoru cries out, “I’m g-gonna—cumm—!”

You completely stop everything you’re doing. Satoru shivers and angrily groans that he couldn’t cum.

“Let me cum (y/n), oh please!” Satoru begs.

“Filthy sluts don’t get to cum. Especially my slut.” Your comment sends shivers down Satoru’s spine.

He shivers.

“Admit it, you were flirting with other women, right in front of me - like the slut you are.” You grumble into his ear, biting onto his earlobe in the process.

Satoru avoids your command and tries to push down on you, so he could fuck himself on you.

You push his hips down onto the bed roughly, causing the strap-on to slip out of his hole. Satoru whines desperately, his hips trying to wiggle out of your grasp.

“I just wanna cum, so badly, baby, please, please, please!” Satoru exclaims.

Your cold breath on his ear gives him goosebumps.

“Admit it, you’re my pretty slut, that likes to flirt with other women to get me to punish you.” You whisper.

Satoru shakes his head repeatedly, “No, I-I’m not a s-slut.”

“Until you admit it, you’re not going to cum ever.” You taunt.

“Noooo!” He cries out as you thrust back into him roughly.

You continue with your quick thrusts, leaving Satoru in a loud moany and drooling mess. You were definitely fucking him up.

Satoru didn’t want to admit it, but you always had the control in your relationship with him - and he loved every second of it.

You were right, he was a slut, flirting with other women to get you to punish him. The crazy thing was that - Satoru had his infinity on, the entire time except whenever he touched you in any way. He hasn’t let any woman touch him for a matter of fact.

He didn’t want to tell you, he wanted to take a punishment.

His cock constantly twitched and slapped onto his stomach because of how hard you were fucking him, and he loved it so much that every second he felt closer to cumming.

Satoru’s noises of pleasure increased both in sound and loudness. You knew he was close, so you stopped again and pulled out of him completely.

It was only the second time edging him and he was breaking so easily into your hands.

Your wish to see him cry from pleasure came true. You watched Satoru cry, and man did he cry so beautifully.

Fuck, he was so damn beautiful. He was always so hard to resist from the very beginning.

You wanted to fuck the cockiness out of him ever since you first met him. And how easily he broke into submission when you started dating. You intimidated Satoru so much.

“(Y/n), please let me cum!” He whined, his thighs shaking from sensitivity.

“Admit it then, slut.” You state coldly.

“Please!” Satoru begged, more tears falling down his face.

You stayed silent, rubbing one finger up his cock tauntingly. His cock easily twitched. He was going to cum a lot when it was time. All he had to do was admit it and then you’d let him cum his heart out.

“Oh please—fuck baby, I-I can’t handle this.” He whimpered out.

“Then, say your safeword.” You say, rubbing both of his thighs soothingly.

“Would you let me cum?” Satoru asks with a desperate look in his eyes.

You smiled, “Nope.”

Without warning, you re-entered him again and repeated what was becoming a repeated step. He needed to admit it. After all, Satoru was basically a cheater. Aware of you being his girlfriend and still flirting with other women during the party.

Of course, you didn’t know Satoru’s true intentions.

“Fuckkkk!” Satoru dragged out in pleasure.

“O-Oh shit, ‘m gonna cum soon!” He warned, his hands in the cuffs fisted tightly.

His hips tried to meet your hard and fast thrusts but to no avail. You had incredible stamina.

“Shit, nnghh, fine! I-I’ll admit it! B-But, no more! I can’t t-take it!” Satoru whined out.

“I’m sure you could, but let me hear it.” You say, running your sharp fingernails up and down his thighs as Satoru tried to calm his breathing.

You waited patiently, looking at him lovingly.

“I’m your pretty slut… that flirted with other women - to get your attention…” Satoru slowly says.

“Such a good boy. And it only took two times of me edging you.” You praise him.

He whined in response. You smiled and re-entered him a third time, making Satoru groan out. You played with his nipples, flicking them as he shivered and moaned your name repeatedly in response. Satoru always was so responsive.

You put both of your hands to work. You were sure to have cramps from overdoing yourself tomorrow. Your hips were moving and both your hands were.

You waited until he was finally cumming, to repeatedly hit his prostate with no warning.

Easily, again, you knew he was about to cum again. You contemplated on playing with Satoru by stopping again and edging him a third time. But, he deserved to cum after finally admitting his crime.

“Can I please cum…?” Satoru begged, his whole body shaking and shivering at this point.

“Of course, you can, ‘Toru.” You say smiling.

“Oh, I love youuu!” Satoru moaned out loudly, his mind completely blanking.

It was such a good thing you didn’t live near anyone close.

“I love you, ‘Toru.” You reply.

“Let me hear those pretty moans from my pretty slut.” You tease and it didn’t mean anything because Satoru couldn’t hold his moans back.

Ropes of cum shoot onto his stomach, his cock bobbing. Satoru’s head was thrown into the pillow underneath him as loud whines, moans, and whimpers exited his mouth.

“So pretty.” You mumble again.

After Satoru finished cumming, his body went limp, his cock still semi-hard. You slowly exited the strap-on out of him and he winced.

You unlock both of the cuffs on his hands and feet and find his wrists both slightly red from tugging repeatedly as well as his ankles.

You take off the strap-on and set it on the bed. Satoru whines as you walk away from the bed into the bathroom to grab towels and ointment.

He had hit his sub drop so quickly than other times. You had to hurry and clean up.

“Calm down, ‘Toru, I’m not going anywhere, baby.” You soothe him, coming back into the room and cleaning him off gently.

Satoru still whines and mumbles your name, his eyes barely open.

As you clean off the strap-on, Satoru clings onto you, hugging you from the back. You finish cleaning it and set it down back on the bed.

“Let’s go to bed, ‘Toru.” You say, taking his hand and bringing him into your actual shared bedroom.

You get into the bed and beckon him to rest his head in your lap. Satoru listens without a word. You gently run your hands through his hair.

Satoru finally speaks and what he says makes your eyes slightly widen, “My infinity was on the entire time I was with any other woman, except you. I’d never let another woman touch me. Ever. I confess that I wanted a punishment, I hadn’t gotten one in awhile.”

You only hum in understanding, but you didn’t regret fucking his mind into oblivion.

“Love you, (y/n).” He whispers, drifting off to sleep.

“I love you, Satoru.” You whisper, bending down to place a kiss on his head.

a/n: there is my first one-shot on tumblr. the wc was about 3.1K, i’ve actually never written that much on a one-shot, but here you guys go! i’m thinking of writing a submissive sukuna one, or would that be too unrealistic? i feel like he would be a really bratty sub…

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im not sure i like this chapter, also this is probs the only time theyll see each other for a while cause i love slow burns and i just dont want it to go too fast

so, kenma and kei def could go they just wanted y/n to go

suna isnt in denial anymore like y/n is, he knows shes the love of his life

i couldn’t not talk about matthew im so normal about him🩷

y/n used to get food for tooru or the whole team but she didn’t want to after suna joined the team

i love me a good slow burn enemies or exes to lovers with a lot of angst and then fluff at the end so get ready and i also love miscommunication LMAO

but also expect a lot of humor filler chapters bc i love crack smaus and bc i started this story impulsively and do not have it planned yet LMAO

im so normal about suna

also i got the idea of akaashi getting discounts from another au i just cant remember which one

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im also such a slut for mean guys like i HAVE a complex and idk what its called but every MEAN like tsukishima kinda mean guy i meet warms up to me and i looove being the only one theyre not mean to or if they are knowing they dont actually mean it so i everytime i see a mean guy i jst😍

i love this sm, I think book 1 and this books are the best thing i’ve ever read😭

Summary:

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader (little bit of FWB)

Summary: ❝Pylades: I’ll take care of you. Orestes: It’s rotten work. Pylades: Not to me. Not if it’s you.❞

Gotham is home, not just for Jason but for you, too. And now that you’re both finally back home, together, you’re ready to see where this next chapter brings the two of you. He’s your best friend and you’re his. And you both might want a little something more with being back home, the place you both feel most comfortable. Surely, nothing could possibly go wrong now.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, smut, mentions of being tortured, mentions of being held captive, mentions of abuse (comic!Canon), violence, canon violence, mentions of death, various injuries, bruises, blood, hurt/comfort, some anxiety, ptsd, hints of depression (canon), mentions of Batman villains being Batman villains, nightmares, some paranoia, discussions about previous homelessness, drug mentions, drug use (canon), canon character deaths, gore, brainwashing, manipulation (canon), minor changes to the season 3 canon plotline, titans season 3 spoilers, i am a defender of Jason’s white streak of hair in the comics

A/N: The WAY I’ve been looking forward to this book. It’s gonna be FUN. There will more in depth warnings for the chapters as needed!! You don’t have to read book 1 to read this one, but you might want some extra context. If you don’t want to read all of that, you can just ask me and I’ll tell you what you need to know to read this book!!

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Chapter 1 - Gotham Chapter 2  - Somebody To Someone Chapter 3 - By Accident Chapter 4 - Born With A Broken Heart Chapter 5 - And Then On Purpose Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17

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loved loved loved calefaction!!!! I'm not sure what you consider a request or not, but when does the picture that Jason took at the end come into play? (this can be a part two or just a new plot)

♡DIVULGENCE- JASON TODD♡

pairing: redhood!jasontodd x fem!reader

summary: part two to calefaction. after an uneasy meeting with jason todd the morning after he had slept in your apartment and an awkward coffee arrangement with his brother, you come to terms with what you have seemingly always known.

warnings: kissing (dont get stds kids), enemies to lovers, jason todd being a loveable prick, dick being a shipper, intended lower case.

a/n: im so happy you enjoyed the last part, thank you so much for the request, hope you like it! sorry it took so long!

word count: 4,723

part one here

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you knew from the moment you awoke in your bed alone, something was off. it wasnt as if anything appeared to be out of place or something drastic had happened when you were asleep but there was something you simply couldnt place, it was just... off. when you lifted your head from being stuffed into a pillow, you noticed that the presence of the man who once slept in your bed was gone. you ignored the pang, however, that struck your heart and brushed it off. you were being ridiculous, you hadnt seriously assumed he would stay the whole night? had you? and after all that, what were you expecting, you and jason hated each other or at least you were supposed to but to think you'd wake to him sleeping soundly next to you was laughable.

with groggy eyes, you slowly rose from the bed and rubbed your face, kneading the soft skin together as your feet hit the ground, allowing what was left of the silky blankets to fall from your skin. your throat felt dry so you opted for a drink.

you realised that it was actually rather late for you to be awake, usually you would be up and ready much before the clock could strike nine but for an odd reason you had managed to sleep in until half past ten, strange, it was almost as if someone had switched off your alarm before you could wake. nonetheless, you ignored the off feeling in your stomach and simply descended down the staircase, ignoring your god awful bed head of hair, just knowing that you looked like nothing other than something that had just swam up from the bottom of the ocean.

you cursed yourself through the hallway, muttering words of insults to yourself, incoherent as you practically hexed your own mind and body, how had you been so obnoxiously stupid to believe the man would stay the night? of course he had only been there in the first place because dick had told him to, perhaps he knew he wouldnt make it back to the manor and so he settled for your bed, you were an idiot to believe anything else. it was hardly as if he would actually-

"morning." eyes snapping up instantly at the sound of another voice, inside your very kitchen. you would be lying if you said you had expected a groggy looking jason todd with his hair tousled and dishevelled, a phone in one hand and toast in the other. suddenly, you stood a little straighter, your hands had moved to your own knotted hair to instantly matt the strands down as best you could as if you truly cared for his opinion on what you had looked like when you first woke, but you did, you cared so much.

"morning." clearing your throat as you moved towards the counter, acting as if you hadnt been utterly shocked to see him there, sitting in one of your own kitchen chairs as he greeted you... politely. there was a furrow to your brow as you popped your own slice of bread into the toaster. you and jason had always spoken, whether it was an argument or a simple conversation with one too many jokes that hit close to home but by all means the man wasnt exactly the nicest person you had ever met and he certainly never spoke politely to you.

but you soon realised, all good things must come to an end eventually you just wished he had lasted a little longer. "So, good sleep, then?" but you knew just by the tone of his voice, he had something on you for he would never have had that smug smirk or that complacent timbre to his voice.

your brows furrowed into a knot, head turning towards him with a confusion stricken face as your toast finally popped from the toaster. "yeah... you?" still baffled to the reasoning for his leer that lay on his pink lips. All while grabbing your toast with two slices of kitchen paper before taking a seat at your kitchen table, across from the man.

"Oh, yeah." his grin only widening but still, you looked at him perplexed. "great sleep, real warm." you nodded suspiciously but nevertheless took a small bite from your toast, it was nothing to worry about probably something along the lines of his normal boasting that he managed to fill almost every conversation with. he was an arrogant man, that much was for sure and it most definitely wouldnt surprise you if he had turned into that same man once more by the time morning came. the man that had been awfully sweet last night was long gone by now. "y'know, it was almost like i had a stuffed animal with me."

and now your heart began to pick up its pace. you were sure that you had hidden all of your secret stuffed animals into the bottom of your wardrobe, you never left them out in fear that your vigilante friends would find them, you were not looking for one of them to start on you for you were sure dick grayson would never let you hear the end of it, your awfully large stuffed toy collection. "uhm." your breath caught in your throat. "what do you mean, jason?" a fake thin lipped smile as if to prove your innocence that had not yet been found guilty, or so you hoped.

"well, to put it like-" then he stopped, scratching the bottom of his chin and glancing upwards, thinking. "let me just show you." your eyes went wide though they dialed down a little when you saw him pulling out his phone and not one of your giant teddy bears. when finally you were met with his screen, you shifted in your chair to get a closer look. craning your neck up, lightly pushing your body forward but as soon as your eyes fell on the picture on the screen, you were sure that your heart quite literally dropped to your ass.

with wide eyes you stared forward at a photograph that you could only assume had been taking a couple of minutes ago, maybe an hour or so. your head, laid on the mans chest as if you truly were a stuffed animal, clinging to him as if desperate for heat. his arm was draped across you too but you paid no mind to that and instead tried to fight the instant pink that rushed up to your cheeks. "so what do you think? should i pursue photography?"

"jason you can't show that to anyone." believe it or not your reputation was indefinitely worth more than a picture of you cuddling into your supposedly sworn enemy but you couldn't help but feel the anxiety begin to build up. "please delete it."

he placed his phone on the table, his head slightly falling to the side. "what will you give me if i do?" and suddenly you found it hard to breathe. it wasnt the photograph that had made your knees feel so wobbly or your head feel so dizzy but instead at the way the man had managed to look at you, as if awaiting your answer, as if you had one.

his eyes never strayed from yours, locked together like one and it had your head gears turning in all directions. what was he hinting at? and why did he do it with such a look on his face that made you feel so utterly powerless. and why had you loved the feeling of weakness under the mans stare?

before you could so much as part your lips to respond, you were, thankfully, cut off by the door opening and closing. your head snapped back to see what it was, thankful to any lord that was watching now for if you hadn't been interrupted, you weren't too sure what you would have done. "hey, guys." never in your life had you ever been so thankful to see dick grayson in the flesh.

"hi." a smile falling on your lips yet even so you couldn't push away the worry that jason had that god awful picture on his phone and how he was ready to share it to the whole world, and how on earth could you stop him? the feeling set in at the pit of your stomach, the realisation of what you had done, cuddling into him in your sleep, the mere thought made you want to hide under a rock and never come back again. it was either that or hitting your head against the table right in front of you and you didn't exactly wish to cause a scene.

"he wasnt too bad was he?" ruffling his younger brothers hair as if he were a parent collecting their child from a babysitter. jason wore a scowl, pushing the mans hand off of his head but nevertheless dick only shovelled some of the other mans toast into his mouth.

"i never am." he protested with the same scowl still sitting on his face, watching his older brother steal his food.

you watched dick let out a playfull scoff but nonetheless sent him a reassuring smile, as if you weren't on the verge of hitting him already. dick gave you the same thin lipped smile, happy that you too had agreed with his statement even if he didn't. "thanks again, y/n/n, appreciate it." but jason no longer wore any expression at all, his teasing smirk long gone and his scowl slightly softened as he watched dick and you speak, old friends that looked to be so much more. for the first time in almost forever, jason was quiet. dumbstruck.

"not a problem, really." a small beam on your face, attempting to make it look like jason hadn't truly annoyed every last bone in your body with your last conversation. eyes adverted from him but his never left your face, travelling from your forehead through the slope of your nose down to your chin and over and over again, as if every time he were discovering something new.

"well, can you still let me take you out for coffee for a thanks?" jasons eyes squinted and his brows furrowed, head turning up at dick who didn't so much as look his way. was he seriously flirting with you right now? in front of his little brother? and for some odd reason jason felt sick to his stomach. he wasn't quite sure what it was that made his heart fall to his knees but before anyone could say another word he was grabbing his phone and making his way out of the apartment. your eyes travelled across the room along with his figure, a furrow to your brows as he all but stormed out of the flat, ignoring the pair of burning eyes on him though he made sure to slam the door on the way out. you turned back to his brother, confused. "don't worry about him, he'll be fine." but that did nothing to soothe your worries. "so... about that coffee?"

it took you not only a minute to accept his offer for going to get coffee, it wasnt as if you liked the beverage but that wouldn't be a problem, you'd simply buy something like a sprite or a fanta and that was exactly what you did. so while you and dick had made your way towards a table, you spoke about every day things all while taking sips from your fizzed drink while he blew his coffee, then taking sips. you knew he was a little too addicted but he'd never compete to tim drake, that boy simply lived off the beverage though you were not too sure that was great for his health neither his physical or his mental.

"whatcha thinkin'?" his voice in a playful tone but nonetheless he had a hint of seriousness in it, he always used jokes and sarcasm to get into peoples heads. this was no unusual for either of you, two friends getting drinks together, as always though every time an old woman would pass you for a couple you always winced as he instantly came to defend the fact that you were siblings, even though you were not but he needed some sort of an excuse otherwise you'd be there for days listening to the old women.

your chin came to rest on the palm of your hand. "the way jason stormed out earlier, i wonder if he's okay." you spoke in a low voice. jason had always had his outbursts and while sometimes it left you rolling your eyes, annoyed at the fact he was getting annoyed at everyone else for something so small, you always still felt a pang of guilt, like there was something you should have done, should have said and by the way he stormed out of your apartment that day, he surely didn't look to be too happy.

dick sighed, looking towards you with a serious expression etched to his features. "y/n/n, trust me, he's fine. he has these tantrums all the time for no reason, you know jason every little thing pisses him off, he was probably just bummed that i didn't ask him for coffee instead." you nodded with a small sigh. it made sense, for jason to be angry about something so utterly little but you were still worried for him, you wanted to call him, make sure he was alright but you knew better, after all, you were still supposed to hate him, one night in the crazy l/n apartment wasn't bound to change that. "can i ask you something? and i want you to answer honestly?"

dreaded questions that left your stomach swirling, something you certainly weren't ready for right now but nevertheless you nodded your head with a small quirk to your lips. "of course." he could talk to you about anything, you'd always be honest with him but by the seriousness in his voice, you were sure to regret your decision.

"do you have feelings for my brother?"

your eyes buldged from your head. "look, dick, tim is great, i mean it, lovely guy but seriously, i cant-"

"not tim." rolling his eyes as if you were stupid now your eyes only widened further.

"well that's just inappropriate!" you exclaimed with nothing less than an astonished look on your face. "damian is twelve." you hissed at the man to which he face palmed.

"i'm not talking about damian, either." you settled back in your seat slightly, now finding it a little awkward that you had thought dick was assuming you to like damian. he was great, really funny when he wanted to be but by no means did that mean you liked him. "come on, y/n/n, it's like im sitting here with a bag of popcorn waiting for you and jason to kiss already!"

watching him with saucer eyes and awestruck, you closed your mouth, only for it to part open once more. "dick me and jason- we hate each other!" you hated him when you met him because he hated you when he had met you, it was one sided surely but soon it turned to be a mutual hate that kept both of you on your toes and you certainly didn't need it any other way.

his eyes rolled instantly at your words. "say the word hate all you want but we both know it's not true." you didn't respond to that, aggressively sipping the drink in your hands as your eyes left his, glaring down at the table as if it were jasons face. "i've got a pair of eyes, you know, I see the way you look for eachother in a room, that nose scrunch you make when he talks."

this time your mouth formed a sort of pout. "I do not!" you protested though sinking back into your chair. "do you think he hates me?" a tilt of your head and a crane of your neck. you wouldn't admit to your longing for some sort of attention from the man but you couldn't help but ask. your sworn enemy, the man in which you were supposed to despise with every being in you, yet you found yourself anxious pondering the thought if he had such feelings for you.

dick sat up a little straighter, placing the coffee cup on the table. "jason's not exactly happy go lucky, we know this." giving you a pointed look from across the table. "but he doesn't hate everything in the world, believe it or not. he hates the joker, he hates himself and i'm pretty sure he hates anyone that takes up too much room but he doesn't hate you. in fact, the little bickers that you guys have, the sarcastic.... squabbles, it just makes him like you more." your brows knotted together as you pushed your fingers against the others, fiddling. "he likes that you fight back, he likes that you don't take offence to everything he says because god knows he's not the sweetest of the bunch."

a sigh passed your lips. "how do you know all this?" you knew the relationship between dick and jason but by the way dick was speaking it was as if he were in his head.

"y/n/n everyone knows how jason feels about you, we also know how you feel about him. oh, by the way, tim and i kind of have this bet going so if you could ask out jay first that would be great because i really want that ten bucks."

now your brows furrowed together in fake offence. "i'm only worth ten bucks?!" crossing your arms in an annoyed manner.

"no, i'm just poor." he fawned sadness before letting out a chuckle as you giggled yourself, you both knew he wasn't poor, the son of gothams infamous billionare. his eyes glanced down to the watch on his wrist. "i gotta get back to the manor, you coming?"

now it was time to stutter in your movements, juttering as you looked down at your phones time, contemplating the offer. "i don't think i should." after the conversation about a certain member of the family, you didn't think it would be best to be around him despite your growing worry for how he had stomped out this morning.

he groaned. "come on, y/n/n, you won't even see him, promise." but a part of you was hoping you would, that ounce that jerked every time his name was mentioned and every time your eyes caught his own. "besides, tim is dying to see you."

you didn't need telling twice. "tim's back?!" but you were already getting up from the seat, your coat clutched between your fingers in excitement of seeing your favourite batboy, not that you'd ever admit such a thing to dick grayson.

it didn't take long until the awaited manor was in front of you and it certainly didn't take long for tim to come dashing out of the house to see your face. in no time you were sat in the game room, a chess game sat in front of you and damian across from it, dick grayson laid sprawled across the couch that you had your back against and of course tim was watching the chess game from the sidelines, cautious to catch out any cheaters.

you werent a batkid and truthfully you didn't think you wanted to be, the hardship was something no one could endure you still werrent too sure how they pulled it off but you would be lying if you said there was a place you felt more comfortable in rather than where you were now, surrounded by your favourite people in the world. it was as if you were home, not just in the walls of your apartment but home, not many people truly understood that feeling.

"checkmate." and as soon as the words left the twelve year olds lips three groans were heard. you had lost the game once more, groaning as your head hit the back of the chair, dick flaring his arms up and tim studying the board as if he had missed something. damian had managed to win every single game you had played, it was truly becoming unfair but you didn't miss the tinge of a smile when he saw all of your disappointed faces.

"how?!" tim cried as his hands went straight to his hair, pulling on his long locks.

"you're too good at this game." dick commented as he plucked the cuison from the chair he was sitting on tossing it across the room but of course damian had dodged it with ease.

"or maybe i just suck." you spoke with a soft bite of your bottom lip, you too studying the board. how had he won so many times? and how had you let him? you were supposed to be the good one at this game though you knew ultimately the only one in the whole of the bruce wayne manor that could beat you truly was damian wayne and no one could beat him. "i'm going to the bathroom, don't kill each other while i'm gone."

"you better win next round!" you were only able to dodge the pillow coming towards your head thrown by dick grayson right before you ducked through the door, he was always the one with the post rage when it came to these games. he thought competitively, tim thought logically, damian thought in many ways though you only ever thought in the sense that would you could have the most fun possible, you created that for everyone around you.

you giggled to yourself as you walked down the hallways you had known off by heart, they were the place you spent most of your time if not in a room of the manor, come to think of it you were sure you had spent much more time here than you did your own appartment. the hallways were quiet as usual, it was a god awfully huge manor.

to say you were caught off guard by a quick yank of your wrist was an understatement.

you felt fingers capture the skin of your wrist, enclosing over you before instantly snatching you from your place in the hallway and instead into a room, you didn't get to so much as look at where you were before your back was hit against the wall, eyes going wide as your mouth parted. eyes instantly darting up, they came in contact with brown curls you'd recognise anywhere and that chiseled jaw and nose that could only belong to one man. "jason? what the hell? you scared me half to death!" attempting to free your wrists from his hold but when he didn't allow you to move, you glared up at him.

"do you have feelings for my brother?" your jaw went slack, was he serious? this was the second time you'd been asked such a question today and you were nearly as shocked as you were before.

you wanted to protest, to instantly yell no and exclaim, tell him you'd never like dick like that, that he was just a friend and it would continue to be that way until the day you died but something inside you told you not to, to play along, to find out if this was the real reason he stormed out of your apartment that morning. to find out if he shared the bundle of feelings buried deep inside you. "so what if i do?" you saw the way his face fell, the way his brows softened and his grip on you slightly loosened. "what's it to you? it's not like you've ever cared about me before." though you knew, it was a lie. when you were hurt, so was he, when you had invited him into your bed you felt... at ease, so he had to care even if it was just for a moment in his life.

"you're a fucking idiot, y/n." he seethed and watched as your brows furrowed together in hurt, then to anger, who was he to speak to you like that? he had no interest in you before but now that you had gotten seemingly closer to his elder brother, he was all over the fact and for the first time in his life, brought you into his room.

"and what are you, then?" anger thick in your voice. "what were you thinking would happen when you drag me into your room and then accuse me of being in love with, excuse me, dick grayson." you often bickered but there was something about your tone of voice, he never truly shut up in an argument but this time, he couldn't find words. "you're the idiot because you can't put behind your own stupid wall you've built to keep everyone out to realise that i don't like dick- i like you!" when you said it, you finally realised just what you had admitted to. but even then, you didn't falter, you didn't move your eyes from his own. you took in his shocked face, the way everything softened above you but you didn't stop. "and the fact that you had to second guess it says everything. do you think i'd let someone i hate into my bed for the night? do you think i'd care when you get hurt if i hated you? you're the idiot because i've been in love with you since i met you and you always acted like you hated me when i did nothing wrong!"

and then came silence.

that eerie silence that had you wishing you had never opened your mouth, you realised that his hands had fallen from your wrists, you could leave, he was practically shoving you out the door, really for if he wanted you to stay, he would have made that happen. you felt stupid, how could you admit something so utterly stupid to the one man you were supposed to hate the most but you didn't hate him, you always knew that. you were told that he was mean, rude, and incredibly dangerous, you shouldn't be around him so why had you felt so pulled to him in the first place? that was the thing about love, it always seemed to happen with the people you didn't want it to, the people you especially couldn't.

"i have to get back." a low mumble that had created so much nose in the nearly deafened room. you moved yourself from the wall, attempting to get away when suddenly, the breath was knocked from your lungs.

your back fell against the wall once more, but this time the man wasn't towering over you but instead his lips were on yours.

they were soft, smooth, something you never would have guessed with the roughed man though his calloused hands had made it to the side of your face, one on each cheek. he had kissed you. you always knew there would be a day where you couldn't deny that you didn't hate him but you had never thought he'd actually kiss you. the kiss wasn't rough and certainly wasn't too much but it was just right. the man, the dangerous, scary man, was being so soft and gentle you almost forgot it was him. his hands kept your face in place while his lips moved against your own so slowly. your own hands travelled up, behind his neck was where you settled for though you couldn't deny the excitement bubbling inside your chest, the sparks that flew just like in all of the love stories you had read. here you were, with your sworn enemy, kissing him.

you only parted for air for you were sure that if you went on any longer, you may actually loose your breath. your eyes travelled up once more, to see the man's face, you wondered if he'd be angry, if it would all go away when morning came. you were worried that something so sweet could turn so evil. a part of you expected him to be gone, as if it were all in your dreams but instead, the man stood in front of you, his hand still grazing your cheek.

"I've waited a long time for that, sweetheart."

lorenzo zurzolo the man that you are🙈

hi idc if this was posted three years ago, this is the most beautiful thing i’ve ever read

Till Kingdom Come (Jason Todd x Reader)

Part 1

Thank you so much to everyone who left a nice comment for me! They made my day and I’m so happy you guys like this fic as much as I do! Without further ado, here is part 2 to For the Kingdom! 

Warnings: Various spoilers for Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, To Kill a Mockingbird, and The Outsiders

Word Count: 5,000

Tags: @idkmanicantenglish @jaybirdxarsenal @palefiregiver @because-icanhide @nakedszn

Jason didn’t talk to you like he told Dick he would. He was scared to face you after causing so much pain during something that is supposed to bring pleasure. Why would you want to see him? Besides, Jason would end up saying something stupid and making you cry.

As he walks by the library, Jason pauses, backtracking and staring into the huge room. When he first tried giving gifts, he tried guessing what you were interested in and failed. So, instead of trying to guess what you might like, what if Jason shows you things about him and hopefully gives you a reason to not be scared of him?

… 

The next morning, you receive another gift from Jason. You open the box, expecting to find clothing or jewelry, but instead, you find a book with a note: I’m sorry about last night. I don’t want our marriage to be built on fear. I’m willing to try and make this work if you are. 

You smile sadly at the note then look down at the book: Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.

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