jasontoddsdarling
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"Goodbye, Jason."
Part 2 | back to you masterlist.
Taglist: @harleycao @jaysgirlx @intriq @jasontoddsdarling @killxz @duduvea @idontknow2754 @remanisce @starrvine @dragon-slayer23 @nalilvsjaybird @xxsweetnlowxx @oranoyaora @deimks @lv9su
Warning: make out between teenagers (not sex), mentions of weapons, mentions of violence, angry Alfred. angst.
Notes: Sorry for the delay in posting this, I've been so busy 😭 But I'm glad I did it. Please comment and reblog. I really like your opinion and it is always welcome!!
Hungry hands squeezed your hips and guided you along the growing length. Thirsty lips kissed your neck, eliciting soft whimpers from your throat.
He was supposed to help you study for the math test, but Jason couldn't help himself when he saw you so cute with those round glasses that made your face beautiful and your eyebrows furrowed as he explained.
In the silence, the library in the great Wayne mansion made your little whimpers seem loud.
"Sh... be quiet for me, huh?" Jason whispered in your ear "Alfred can find us here, we don't want that, do we?"
"No- Hm... we don't want that" You whispered back
"Good girl." Jason's lips crashed onto yours again. He raised one of his hands towards your breast and with the other he guided your hips on top of him.
Knocking on the door startled you both. You jumped off Jason's lap and back to your spot next to him on the couch.
"Master Todd, Miss YL" Alfred entered the library with a tray in his hands. "Master Bruce asked me to bring biscuits and tea. I hope I'm not disturbing your studies."
Alfred wasn't stupid and he was also a teenager once. With great elegance he held back his smile when he noticed the two teenagers with red cheeks and labored breaths.
"It's okay Alfred!" Jason tried his best to speak and smiled at the butler. "We were just finishing. Aren't we, Princess?"
"Yes..." You spoke with a low tone of voice and embarrassment. Alfred walks to the large table in front of the couch and sets the tray on top.
"Good. I'm leaving." Alfred looks at Jason with a warning look "Behave yourself, Master Todd."
As soon as Alfred left Jason sighed in relief and you started laughing.
"Why are you laughing?" Jason frowned and looked at you with amusement "Did you like being caught? huh?"
Jason climbed on top of you laying you on the couch. You stopped laughing and looked into his deep eyes.
"Does the idea of being caught turns you on?" Jason's nose ran across your neck.
"Jay... You need to finish teaching me- oh." You moan when you feel Jason suck on your sweet spot on your neck, leaving a mark.
"Teaching you? But teach you what? Be specific..." Jason purred "I can teach you many things."
"The math test." You managed to speak and Jason smiled.
"If you do well on this test next week. I’ll reward you” Jason winked at you and got up off of you.
He took the book in his hands.
"So, where were we?"
"Run!" Jason was pulling your hand as you ran from Alfred.
Maybe stealing the cookies he had just taken out of the oven wasn't a good idea. You and Jason laughed as you ran inside the mansion.
"It was your idea!" You shouted to Jason in a breathless voice.
"But you like it!" Jason pulled you into one of the guest rooms and waited for Alfred to run past you two.
"But I don't agree-" Jason covered your mouth with his hand
"Shh..." Jason looked through the crack in the door and Alfred ran past and looked.
You and Jason started laughing when you realized you were safe. A kiss was planted on your forehead.
"I didn't think he would be so mad." You commented smiling
"Nah. He's not mad. Well." Jason giggled "He's mad at me, not you. You are the good one."
"You're the good one too, Jay." You rolled your eyes
Jason was so focused looking at you. He was memorizing everything. Your eyes, your nose, your mouth, your beautiful cheeks, everything. He was afraid of forgetting.
"I found you two!" Alfred's voice sounded from behind you two making you both startle.
"It was Jason's idea!" You said and Jason looked at you indignantly.
It was Valentine's Day. It was already the third time you spent together. Holding hands and sincere smiles. Jason is happy.
"Princess..." Jason started to speak and you looked at him "I want to take you somewhere."
He wanted to take you to a place that was important to him. A place where he suffered. A place where he knew he needed to show you.
"Sure, Jay. Where is it?" Her sweet and gentle voice made his heart swell with love.
"Crime Alley. Where I was born and raised." Jason bit his lip as he spoke.
"If it's important to you. Take me there." You gave his hand a squeeze as a sign of support and assurance.
Jason nodded and began to guide you towards it. You two weren't that far away.
The walk was silent, but not in Jason's mind. He had been so fragile since he found out who his real mother was. He only took out his unresolved anger on patrols, but not on you. Jason was afraid of hurting you.
Upon arriving at the crime alley, Jason's eyes became sad.
"I lived there before Bruce adopted me." He pointed his finger at a hole beneath a fire escape in an old building.
"Oh Jay... I'm sorry." You looked at him. Jason's eyes had a window of tears ready to break and fall.
"My mother had died a few weeks ago, before the whole batman thing. I-..."
You placed your hands on his cheeks and made him look at you. Jason wasn't much taller than you, just a few inches.
The window of tears broke and Jason cried. You hugged him tightly and he hid his face in your neck. Soft sobs were left from the lips on your neck.
"It's okay now." You said lovingly as you ran your hands over his back "I'm here with you, I'll never leave you."
That was a promise. Jason knew that.
Your neck was wet with his tears. Little by little he calmed down and the sobs started to lessen. Knowing Jason, you knew he had been holding back for a long time to be able to cry like this.
"All good?" You asked softly in his ear and he murmured
"Mhm..." Jason's arms tightened around you in a deep hug. He can't lose you. "Thank you..."
"Don't need to thank me." You ran your hands through Jason’s hair and he shivered below of your fingers.
He loved having your hands in his hair, no matter what. This left him vulnerable and on his knees.
When he finally removed his face from your neck, he looked into your eyes. His beautiful face was red and his eyes were a little swollen, but still, there was your Jason.
Jason still had a cut on his lip from the previous patrol. Jason is so handsome.
"It wasn't a good idea to bring you here. I'm sorry, it was a dumb idea and-" You cut him off.
"It wasn't dumb." you ran your thumb over his cheek "I already told you. If it's important to you..."
"...It's important for you too." Jason added and you smiled.
Jason had his forehead next to yours when he felt a presence near you.
"Give me everything you have!" A gun was pointed at your head and Jason went on alert. A robber. Today was not his lucky day.
Your eyes widened in fright. But Jason held you tight. You were with Robin now.
"Give me the purse!" The man shouted at you, making you flinch. "And you give me your wallet and that watch, brat!"
"What if I don't want to?" Jason shouted coldly.
"Give me what I asked for or I'll-" Jason cut the robber off.
"Or what? you shoot me?" Jason lets go of you and quickly takes the robber's gun and breaks his hand, making him scream in pain. "You should think twice before pointing a gun at my girl!"
Jason saw red. All the anger that was stored in him was taken out on the man. Punches and butts of the gun were distributed in the face of the man who was begging Jason to stop. You were in shock, tears fell down your face. You had never seen Jason so violent.
"Jason, that's enough! You're going to kill him!" You finally managed to say and clarity came to Jason's mind.
He released the man. Hands with blood, face disfigured. The man was already unconscious. Jason looked at you and his heart sank. A frightened look was in your eyes. You were scared of him.
"Princess..." Jason whispered and looked at his hands. Blood, blood that wasn't his. He lost control in front of you. "I'm- I'm sorry-... I."
"Take me home." You managed to say "Now."
Fuck. Did you hate him? Did he lose you? Were you scared of him? Would you break up with him?
"Sure." He nodded and finally moved away from the man on the ground. He wasn't nearly dead, but he would survive.
Jason didn't touch you. He just accompanied you and together you ordered a taxi.
When Jason dropped you off at your house he didn't have the courage to look you in the eyes, he didn't have the courage to kiss you. He didn't want to see fear in you.
"Bye, Jay..." The nickname leaving your lips and a kiss left on his cheek made him feel more guilty. He didn't deserve your mercy. He was silent and didn't look at you.
You looked at him with a heavy and sad heart, but you knew he needed time.
"My window will be open." You said and got out of the taxi soon after watching him leave.
Jason didn't show up.
Jason was gone for two months.
You were worried. No messages or calls, not even a letter he wrote to you sometimes. Nothing.
After much agony you made up your mind. You went to the manor. But it was in vain. Jason didn't receive you. You tried several times. but it was always the same thing.
Your last stop was school. Jason had missed for two months, he wouldn't miss it that much. You waited, and there he finally was.
Jason looked horrible. There was a look below his eyes, a black eye, a cut on his lip and eyebrow.
He walked past you, completely ignoring you. You felt pain.
You pressed a hand to his chest. what happened to him?
You knew one thing. He couldn't escape from you in the literature class.
Your classes passed until you reached literature class. There he was, sitting in his usual seat and yours was empty. You quickly walked in and sat next to him.
You wanted to curse him, hit him, scream at him, kiss him and ask why he disappeared. But no, you wouldn't do that.
The class passed. Jason remained silent. You noticed him looking at you but when you turned to look back, he looked away and ignored you again.
You weren't putting up with it.
Class ended and Jason left first. You went after him. When you finally reached him, you grabbed his arm.
"What's gotten into you?!" were the first words that came out of his mouth. Everyone looked at you. "Where have you been?!"
"y/n, not here." He called you by your name. He doesn't call you that.
Jason held your hand and you went to a calmer place without an audience.
"Aren't you going to answer my questions?" You looked at him indignantly. He wouldn't look him in the eye. "Answer me, Jason!"
"I can't do it anymore, okay?!" Jason yells and finally looks you in the eye "This isn't going to work anymore!"
"What?..." You shake your head, "What do you mean? Jason, what does that mean?!"
"I'm breaking up with you." You can see the sadness in his eyes. He didn't want to do that.
"Jason, what happened in crime alley-" He interrupted you
"It wasn't supposed to happen. I shouldn't have taken you there."
"You disappear for two months and just tell me you want to break up with me without any explanation?!" Tears left your eyes "Wow, how brave of you!"
"Just... I can't anymore..." Jason shakes his head "Can..." he sighed "Can we just be friends?"
"Friends?" You shook your head
"Please."
"Goodbye, Jason."
"No, please!" He tried to take your hand. But with a tearful look, he let you go.
Little did you know that it really was goodbye.
IM NOT CRYING!! YOU ARE!!
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hi... i kept saying i am going to be back but in truth i'm in sporadical online (not online everyday like when i posted fics) because of real life but also because i read... comics (and books but mostly comics). and it's like i'm hyperfixated on reading and loving my ships that i can only write anything that's canon x canon. not x reader. so i will be back writing when i am delusional again
#just heads up on readers who are checking up on my account (if any)#so yeah lol#i'm still here. it's just i haven't written any x reader since the last time i did lol#mariea's rambles
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i have been quite busy irl :') sorry not sorry for a little inactivity this past four days(?)
also happy lunar new year!
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#wait omg these are papabear jason and mamabear#“where's rora?” well she's sitting in front of them 💖#in between her parents#gahhh cuteness overload#i need to make that beach trip fic idea a reality#jason todd's kid oc#aurora todd
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opening up my own fanfiction document on my personal laptop to see if the author has updated it yet
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#“still close to someone i met before the 3rd grade” well yes!#actually half of my close friends are my elementary school friends#which meant i already know them since the 1st grade ❤️#two of them even my best friend since kindergarten :') like i can't make this up#it's been 19 years roughly... i'm gonna cry#we've not been hanging out because adulting™ tho :<#mariea's rambles
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jason coded
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT87EXE5Q/
first of all, finally my first anon on this account ily anon :>
and oh god, this totally is jason coded.
(trigger warning for the video: motorcycle accidents—already happened and the rider was okay and the second one's from afar barely visible on video. so no blood etc involved but i just want to put it here just because!)
JASON is terrified to death when he saw from the rearview mirror of his hypersport motorcycle that there's a motorcycle crash approximately one hundred meter behind him.
fuck, no, no.
it can't be you. he knew he should've insisted being the one in tailing, but you had said you can read map for shit so it's better for him being the one that leading the way.
he stops his motorcycle, and might as well leaps from the thing. he literally let his motorcycle lying on the side of the road.
he doesn't care.
because nothing more important than you, his girl.
he runs as fast as he can while mumbling, "baby, please tell me you're fine and it wasn't you."
and when he finally close enough, he can see that it's indeed not you, but a man—and a woman passenger—who got into a single accident. they're mostly okay, just shocked. their other friends have helped them.
after checking them once again and making sure they are fine, he sits on the side of the road a few meter away.
he's still a bit shaking even though he knows it wasn't you. he just couldn't imagine if it was you.
a few seconds later, he hears motorcycle engine close by before stopping, and then someone walking towards him.
"jay?"
there's you.
he can see you are already without your helmet, putting it on the seat of your motorcycle.
he stands immediately and hugs your smaller body to himself, tucking your head under his chin, relishing the beat of your heart close by himself.
"baby, your heartbeat... are you okay?"
"i thought it was you."
he holds you tighter.
"oh, jay."
your heart breaks for him.
"yeah. i am scared to death. i immediately ran away when i saw them on rearview mirror. i couldn't imagine if it was truly you."
you say nothing except holding him tighter and rubbing his leather-jacket-clad back. you stay like that for few minutes.
"shh, shh. it's okay, jay, i'm here. my heart is beating with yours."
and you're right. jason realizes he's more calm now. he's not shaking anymore.
"i'm sorry."
"nothing to be sorry for, jay. i would be scared too if it's the other way around. hell, i might be running while crying."
jason gives you a chaste kiss on the lips.
"so, your motorcycle is there, huh?"
you point to the red thing on the side of the road, afar from you.
"yup."
"want to give us a ride there?"
"of course. i will not let you out of my sight after this." he says as leading you to your motorcycle—which is actually his. "you'll lead the way. it's okay if you choose long route, as long as i can see that you're fine."
[tmi tl;dr, as someone who can ride motorcycle (the matic type though, not cool stuffs like men's motorcycles lol) myself, motorcycle accident, crash, or injury are no joke! i have been involved three times myself (unfortunately). two times when i actually rode the motorcycle myself and once when i was a passenger. the latter got me unconscious actually, albeit being the only single accident amongst other two. never had serious injuries (except few bruises here) but the emotional trauma definitely there. so please, please be safe while riding or driving.]
#jason todd x reader#jason todd x female reader#jason todd x fem!reader#jason todd fluff#jason todd fanfiction#mariea's drabbles#mariea's writing#mariea's mailbox
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anyway today laufey won grammy for best traditional pop vocal album for her album bewitched <33
#so that's what also prompted me to post a fic today even though i planned not to lol#everyone go stream to her if you read this post#she deserves it so much bewitched such a good album#no skips!#you can already tell my favorite song from my display name lol#(it's lovesick)#mariea's rambles
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18+ | jason and you as (horny) newlyweds in your new house.
(p.s. mostly just an excuse to write about breeding or pregnancy kink—or not really kink, since they're serious. so yeah these two are the content warnings, proceed with caution. 1,2k words.)
jason and you as newlyweds in your new house.
the house is, albeit small, yours. it's pretty with kind of rustic vibes into it.
the most important thing though, is that it has a cute garden in the front. and also a wide enough backyard to hold some very close friends and family dinners.
and, wide enough garden for a toddler to play and run around, too.
see, you are newlyweds. only been married for four months. you two haven't exactly been trying to get pregnant, but you haven't exactly been trying to not to get pregnant—by the lack of birth controls, or even condoms.
you're not in any birth control and neither does he, but when having sex you two always careful on choosing days for him to come inside based on your tracking calendar on days you're not on your fertile window. mostly he doesn't even come inside.
and it's working, as in you haven't get pregnant and everything.
again, both of you are ever so careful despite without contraceptives.
but now, as jason has you bending on the surface of marble kitchen counter—he had said you two need to christen every surface of your new place, your cute ass up and your toes almost leaving the flooring; while he is behind you, his thick cock pounding into the heat of your cunt, his tight balls slapping on your swollen clit, you wish that he doesn't finish on your back or stomach or your mouth wherever you decide you want him to, this time.
you want him to finish inside of you, filling you up. spilling all his warm, thick seeds deep inside of you.
you want it so bad it hurts, you can almost taste it in your mouth.
you know you're currently at the beginning of your fertile window. and you think he knows too, he's keeping track after all.
but you want it, even though you're currently being fucked thoroughly by your husband, you're still aware that you make this possibly life changing decision. and you are ready. you two are. if this making love session, hot and wild in the kitchen is how you (possibly) get pregnant, then so be it.
jason is giving you hard and deep strokes when you suddenly open your mouth.
“honey.”
“yes, love?”
his deep with arousal voice, a tinge of dark rumble, answers you. it makes you tingle all over. he keeps plowing inside.
“i want you to come inside me, this time.”
he slows his fucking, very shallow trust, keeping his cock inside of your warmth.
“are you sure? you're on your fertile window.”
see, your husband knows.
“i know. but i want you to.”
you say, as you gasp when his cock hit the sensitive part inside of you.
“yeah?”
“yeah. i want you to get me pregnant.”
“fuck.”
jason resumes his pacing back to his deep, hard strokes like before.
not like before, actually. it's more intense and purposeful. it's like your request has ignites an unquenchable flame of lust and want in him.
“that's what you want, hm? you want me to give you a baby hm? fuck, that's what i want too, princess.”
“yeah? you want to make me pregnant, jay?”
jason grips your hip are bruising. he sends your upper body back and forth on the cool marble, your soft tits and peaked nipples are getting very sensitive.
you two have never engaged in this kind of dirty talk, but fuck if all of this isn't the hottest thing ever. moreover because both of you know this isn't just some mere dirty talk or for the whole thing to be strictly kink during sex thing. both of you are serious.
“fuck, yeah. been wanting it since the first time you told me i should ditched my condoms.
“i have been waiting for which one of us will break first, princess.”
you give a barely there laugh because he hit your g-spot just now, your toes are curling, making you whine instead.
“i just didn't expect you to be the one to say it first.”
“how did you know it'll go like this?”
“oh, i didn't. not exactly anyway. but if anything, princess, we're alike in this.”
he sends a particularly hard thrust as if to prove his point, and your cunt tightened around his cock.
“fuck. see?”
you nod, have nothing else to say. you can only moan desperately, you're so close now.
“i will come inside of you, love. i will make sure none of my cum leaks out of your cunt. i will give you my baby.”
he says each of the word after a vigorous stroke, clouding your mind and bumping deep inside your walls.
you moan, your eyes teary, your hands barely holding on the surface of the kitchen counter because its so slippery of your sweat and tears.
“can't wait too see you pregnant, your stomach swell. fuck, i know you will look so hot carrying our baby.”
our baby. that has your closed eyes and you seen stars. yes, our baby, you think. you envision a baby daughter—even though you don't mind if the baby's a son obviously—but you really want a little mini-me. jason too, you think, as you remember your old talk when you're dating about him thinking how baby daughter and dad's interactions he's been seeing in real life and in social media platforms are very precious.
you don't realize you're so stimulated that you're sobbing until jason points it out to you. he offers you to come together with him. no, he needs to come together with you.
“you're very close, sweetheart? be patient for me, alright? i'm so close too.”
his strokes are getting desperate, hard and unforgiving.
you look sideway so your cheek is on the cold counter now, not your whole face, and you can only take it and patiently waiting for him to reach his peak while holding yours back—it is not easy at all.
turns out it's not long at all though, because on your thirty seconds count you cry so hard, your vision blurry with tears.your orgasm being stolen from you as the tightening of your walls send jason to his own with his one last violent thrust.
you can feel his warm thick cum shoots inside of your vaginal walls. coating them thoroughly, not one surface is spared by his seeds. jason draps his massive body on your back, your sweat mingling. he waits until his cock stops spurting his cum.
“that's probably the hottest making love session we've in this house.”
he rasps, kissing the side of your sweaty neck.you can only give him a weak laugh. you feel satiated and boneless and you just want him to carry you after this.
“right. who knows the thought of making me pregnant really gets you going like you never were?”
“oh, love, you're about to see more of this.”
“mhmm?” you hum with seductive tone.
“yeah. we're not done yet even for today. we better ordering some foods after this because i know we'll need it. i'm not stopping, love, until i am sure it takes. even after that.”
jason pulls out of you slowly. he gestures you to tighten your thighs so his cum doesn't spill, and then carrying you to you the bedroom. that's where your phones are.
when he drops you on the soft mattress of your king-size bed, he goes to the nightstand on its side, ordering you both some heavy meals—and desserts—take out for you two's dinner.
then he closes his phone, he’s spooning you.
at that point, you already are being lulled by soft and cool bedding.
he kisses your nape and brushing strands of your hair softly.
“get your little nap, you'll need to gain energy, love, if we want to go all night. don't worry, i will wake you up when the foods have arrived.”
mariea's notea: i can't get this prompt out of my head it's been haunting me for days. glad i wrote it down <3
serious not though, BE SAFE if you're actively having sex. don't try anything above at home.
#jason todd x reader#jason todd x female reader#jason todd x fem!reader#jason todd smut#mariea's fics#mariea's writing#mariea's works#need him so bad actually >:(
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i've been watching a lot of old romcoms lately so i'd like to bring to you: jason is "10 things i hate about you" and dick is "she's all that"
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barbecue day (feat damian)
— aurora todd verse
"Well it's not."
"It is, Todd. I know it's kind of hard for you to understand, but it is."
"It's not—"
She is in the kitchen, cutting some condiments for some sambal to go along with chicken thighs and tomahawk steaks that Jason is currently roasted over portable grills in backyard.
But he's apparently bickering with Damian—who is visiting from his university's summer break, who's helping here and there but mostly supervising Aurora, which she has provided with entertainment in the form of her inflatable pool and her baby toys.
The thing is, they've been bickering for like ten minutes straight. She's pretty sure their closest neighbor know what they are arguing about already—meanwhile she only caught something about latest episode of some sci-fi show and latest video game update because she was chopping garlic with her new chopper and it drown their voices for her.
She needs to make sure that they get along.
And oh, how she has an idea.
As she wash her hands, she can hear them becoming more louder.
When she is finally opened the kitchen door towards the backyard, she finds out Jason's making gesture with his free hand and his other gripping kitchen tongs and Damian, which is inside Rora's inflatable balloon, making gestures with his hands holding some of her baby girl's toys.
If this isn't comical.
She clears her throat.
"Jay."
Jason instantly stops talking and Damian too—but not without drawing out his last syllables.
Damian immediately sits down on inside the pool.
"Yeah, sweetheart?"
Jason is back facing the grill, flipping some of the chicken thighs. You want to roll your eyes in affection.
"I need you and Damian to buy me some Thai chili and lemongrass."
"I thought we already have all the ingredients."
"Well, we actually were underestimating the need of several sambals."
Jason basically can't say no to her request, so he just drops the kitchen tongs and cleans his hands on the nearby outdoor faucet. Then, he picks up Rora from inside the pool.
Damian gets up, eyeing the grill—probably about to take over Jason's work. But she claps her hand seemingly to surprise her brother-in-law.
"Damian, why don't you go with Jay and Rora? I can handle the grill."
"How much she said she needs the lemongrass again?"
Damian asks when they're at the last traffic light before the grocery store. He's the one driving. Jason's shotgunning and Rora is on her baby chair on the backseat.
"Five stalks, but she also said just pick one plastic wrap building."
"And—"
"Ten ounces."
"Ons!"
Rora mimics, which surprised Damian.
"Thank you, Rora."
When it's green, he starts talking again—while Jason is currently turning to face Rora, giving her grubby little hands her a baby biscuit.
"I cannot believe she's your spawn, Todd."
"Me neither."
Jason looks ahead—back to the street in front of them afterwards, but Damian can see from the corner of his eye that he sports a fondly smile because they're talking about his niece.
"I actually think she acts more like her mom and the biggest evidence that she's yours is because she literally have your eye color, which is improbable for it to come from her mom's genetics because her eyes are dark and her heritage; but now I can see that she behaves like you, too."
Jason definitely isn't prepared to hear his little brother saying all of that, but he turns his head to the
"Really?"
"Yup. Believe me or not, before we were bickering—which I am sure why your wife sent us away, if you haven't noticed yet—I was inspecting how you and Rora interacts."
"Of course you did."
Damian dismisses his older brother.
"And from that, I can see that she's your mini you. I mean, she's obviously her mom's mini me, but it's not without you."
"That's genuinely the nicest thing you said to me today, little brother, and I appreciate that."
The twenty-one years old man shrugs.
"Don't thank me. I was just saying facts. Anyway, we're here."
Damian stops the engine and opens his car door. He goes to the backseat door to release and hoist Rora from her seat.
Jason definitely can see his smile before opening his own door, though.
"What's this sambal called again?"
Damian points his fork at the chopped herbs and Thai chili bowl of sambal.
They already finished cooking and are sitting together in a round backyard dinner table.
"Matah. M-a-t-a-h."
"Matah," Damian nods, "it's so fresh and fragrant from the kaffir lime leaves and the lemongrass. I like it. It's unlike anything I have ever tried."
"We can put it in a jar if you want to have some when you're going back to to uni, right, Jay?"
"Of course. You should send him your recipe too, so if he runs out he can make it himself. It's quite easy to make."
"Thank you."
Damian smiles gratefully at her and Jason. She almost cannot believe these two were bickering like teenage boys awhile ago. That's just what being siblings like, she guesses.
"Easy! Uncy!" Rora giggles. She's perches on her baby high chair beside her mom and face to face with Damian. Her little fingers holding a piece of cucumber that she's chewing.
(She is pleased she picks up "uncle" when she's talking to Damian)
"Thank you, little Rora."
mariea's notes: another writing out of aurora todd universe. randomly, "cannot believe she's your spawn" line came into my mind and then the rest is history. i know this series(?) don't have much readers compared to my regular fluff or especially regular smut (lol) but i really love exploring the dynamics of this family throughout my writings. also, trying the third person now. probably going to stick to this. as always you can drop a request (any) or a question and thanks for reading <3
#jason todd fanfiction#jason todd fluff#jason todd's kid oc#aurora todd#kid oc#mariea's fics#mariea's writing#queue <3#jason todd x fem!reader#jason todd x female reader#jason todd drabbles
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pins and needles
— pairing: jason todd x female reader
— words: 2,1k words
— tags: 18+ (no minor!), established relationship, smut, woman on top, semi public sex, size difference, creampie, praise kink, fluff
— summary: Your legs are numb. Jason helps to relieve it, not in the way that you imagined.
Weekly game nights at one of their apartments is always fun, but also left almost all of them exhausted afterwards.
Especially with your friends almost tearing each other's throats by how competitive they're (your boyfriend, Jason, is included).
Now, the entire apartment is silent.
You look from where you are sitting—on your boyfriend's lap, on your big sofa, you are facing Jason, head on his broad shoulder—to the way your friends are sprawled on every surface of your apartment, either sleeping or half asleep.
Dick is sprawled on the carpet near the kitchen threshold—his hand holding an empty cup, Cass occupies a large bean bag—your favorite—and her eyes are closed, Roy and Jade sit against one wall—their heads on each other, Barbara is out in your fire escape—talking to someone on the phone and has been for almost thirty minutes.
You are shifting in Jason's lap, feeling 'pins and needles' on your legs. You've been sitting on his lap for more than an hour now, since the game ended. He grunts and stills you, his hand grips your waist.
"Stop."
Jason whispers in your ear.
"Why? I can't feel my legs. Pins and needles." You protest.
"You'll make me hard if you keep doing that." He nips your earlobe.
"Oh. Right," you say, your cheeks feel hot, "but will you let me sit beside you?"
"Nuh uh," His other hand joins on your waist, his fingers of both hands meet each others and overlap, circling your waist. "Not a chance."
Jason is on clingy mode. You sigh.
"But, pins and needles, Jason. It's annoying. Let me move my legs."
Jason doesn't answer, instead he envelopes one of the throw blankets that you have to your back and each of the edges of it on his lap—looping it to make a barrier.
Then, one of Jason's hands moves from your waist to the hem of your short skirt, teasing the front of your cotton panties.
"Jason…" You whisper, chiding him, scandalized by his behavior.
"Shush," he says quietly, his breath fanning your pitch black hair on the side of your face. "You said you are experiencing pins and needles."
"Yes. That's why you have to help me by letting me move from your lap. Not whatever you're planning right now."
"As I said, not a chance. And I'm helping you." He moves your panties to the side, teasing your slit with one of his fingers.
"Ah!" You can't hold back your moan, surprised by his total bravery. You just hope your friends don't think much about it—Jason is known for teasing you.
You've been dating him for two years—friends for longer—but it's the first time he's doing this kind of thing.
"Jason, our friends are literally just a few feet around us!"
You face him now, your dark brown eyes—squinting, trying to appear angry—meet his mischievous deep blue ones.
"That's why you have to be quiet, princess."
Jason looks at your face with his hooded eyes as he pumps his finger fully now. "And that's why I put a blanket for us. You're already wet when I move your panties and touch your cunt. Does my girl feel turned on just because she's sitting on my lap?" He murmurs hotly.
Your core tightens on his finger by the way he speaks to you. You put your chin on his shoulder, trying to hide your face on his neck.
Jason realizes the way your core tries to suck his finger and chuckles. "You are." He kisses the side of your neck.
He adds second fingers, two of them spearing your cunt, low squelching sounds can be heard by the two of you. You suppress a moan by the stretch his thick and long fingers provide. You feel wetter by the second, wanting him to fill the emptiness inside of you.
You shift your hip, giving him a signal that you need more.
Jason wordlessly obeys you, adding another finger. You cannot hold back a moan and bite his shoulder, your saliva wetting his soft t-shirt.
Jason grunts when he feels your teeth on his skin. He keeps pumping your core, occasionally stroking your slit to your swollen clit.
You feel the adrenaline rush by the thing that you do—or what Jason does to you—right now, your cunt gushes more arousal that coats the inner of your thighs, as if assisting your boyfriend.
The thrill of getting caught is something else.
Jason's fingers hit a spot that makes you see stars, and you bite his skin harder, tears on the edges of your eyes. You kick your half numb legs to the back pillow of the sofa.
He repeats the motions until you're panting on his shoulder, silent tears rolling down to his t-shirt.
Jason moves your thighs wider and fucks you with his fingers without abandon, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly and then your peak is wrecking you. You wordlessly scream. The intensity of it steals your breath, you sob on his neck, your tears mingling with his sweat.
Jason lets you come back down from your high, cooing you with sweet nothings, his hand combing through your hair that fans wildly on your face and his neck.
After you stop shaking, he moves you a bit near his knees, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers altogether. His thick and long cock springs free from the tight confine of his clothes. It stands in between his body and yours, tip ruddy and angry, precum drips from it. The underside of his cock with all of his thick veins is teasing your core.
He grabs the back of your thighs, his underside to your cunt, moving you up and down, slathering your come into his cock.
You watch the scene in between you, eyes move to his upper body, transfixed by how Jason's thick muscly arms flex under his t-shirt.
Oh how you wished so badly he's shirtless, but you've to feel suffice with this for now, because your friends are around you—even though all of them are sleeping now and Babs is still on the phone.
Jason stops his movement, one of his hands stilling you on your hip, the other is pumping his cock with the assistance of his precum and your wet arousal.He helps you to stand on your knees—your legs still feel those prickly sensation—and moves your panties to the side, position your cunt above his cock. Your fingers grip his shoulders.
Jason holds his cock on its root to steady it, teasing your opening with the broad tip. He finally slips it inside—after you grip your nails hard on his skin, his tip is inside of you.
You're still on your knees, but Jason moves you little by little so your cunt swallows his cock inch by inch.
The stretch, you can feel the delicious stretch. No matter how many times you've done it with him, his size always makes you feel it.
He's only halfway through when you whine, feeling so full already. You're half in your knees, almost to your original position on his lap.
"Jason…" You mewl, your teary dark brown eyes looking at him.
"I know, princess, I know. You can take it. Just a bit more. You can take it all, I know you can." He grunts softly, cooing his fingers catching your tears.
Jason holds your waist again and makes you swallow his cock for another inch, praising how good you are in your ear.
Before knowing it, he's bottoming out inside of you, his pubic bone on your core, his balls under your butt.
You feel so full, so full with him it's dizzy. You can feel him twitch inside you, his thick veins massaging your walls.
His cock inside you is a tight fit, it's like you're specially made for him.
"That's it, such a good girl. My good girl." Jason coos, pleased by how you're able to take him whole.
Jason kisses you softly on lips. He lets you get used to his cock—like he usually does—and begins making out with you, his tongue prods the inside of your mouth, drawing a stifled moan from both of you.
Jason takes his lips from you and starts to move his hips. His hips move up and down, cock spearing you, his hands on your waist holding you in place.
You mewl on his chest, the pleasure runs down from your toes to your head.
Jason keeps fucking up into your cunt, hands under your thighs move you up and down. You let him do his thing—letting him use you, he helps you relieve the prickly on your legs anyway.
You quietly sob not-so-quietly on his chest, your tears dampen his front.
"Jason…"
Liquid flame is between you, burning and hotter by seconds.
Jason stays fucking you without abandon, he feels like your cunt won't let him out and want his cock to stay where it is. He manages to get his cock out, tip on your lips and then fuck into you up again, surprised you.
You jerk in his holds, legs kicking up. Your sob sounds like a normal audible sob now. You don't care anymore, though still hoping your friends are still sleeping soundly.
Jason spears you fast and hard, sounds of fabrics between fabrics rub into each can be heard. You stay where you are, face on his chest, taking what he gives you.
He hooks your knees on his elbows, you can feel his cock hit deeper in you.
You see stars, biting his fabric. You can feel your puckered nipples scraping on his chest in the confine of your thin bralette and your cotton t-shirt by the up and down motion your boyfriend makes.
Jason's cock hit you on your erogenous spot without fail and you are already on the edge of your peak again.
"Jay!"
You scream his nickname. Your muddy brain can only process one thing now, it wants your body to reach its peaks and doesn't care about how loud your voice has become.
Jason shushes you.
"Our friends are here, remember? We'll come together, princess, can you hold back a little for me? Just a bit more."
You nod weakly on his chest.
Jason kisses the top of your head. "Good girl."
Jason pistons his hips faster, his cock spearing you unapologetically, his balls slapping under your butt. His cock is hitting you on your sweet spot, making you see some spots in your eyes.
You mewl on his chest, the front of his clothes is basically wet now by your tears.
"I'm going to come inside."
Jason thrusts up into you so hard; once, twice, thrice.
And then you erupt.
You cry on his chest as your orgasm is stolen from you, your inner walls clamping down hard on his cock as you come.
He growls in your ear, achieving his peak too.
You can feel your walls milk his cock. It swells and thick inside you, shooting his white thick ropes of hot cum, they coat your walls and every crevice.
You feel so full.
Some of it escapes, combined with your thick creamy arousal forming a ring between the root of his cock and your folds.
The two of you pant, catching your breath. You wipe your eyes with the front of your own clothes.
There's a quiet stillness between the two of you finally, only tick of clock and the indistinct voice of Babs that fortunately still deep in her phone conversation.
And your boyfriend is still deep inside of you, haven't move an inch.
After like five minutes, Jason assists you again little by little so you're on your knees, and pulls his cock out of you.
Jason pulls his boxers and sweatpants up, and puts back your panties to the center so his cum is contained by the fabric—although it obviously seeps out and dampen it.
He drags you so you sit beside him, with a throw blanket under you and your legs on his lap. Another throw blanket he puts on your legs, covering his lap too.
Babs finally emerges from the fire escape to the apartment, surprised by the quietness of everyone.
"Only you two up, huh?"
She inspects everyone, looking at your entire apartment.
"Yeah. They're tired, I guess."
Jason answers for you both, he knows damn well you're not going be able to answer her without your voice hoarse. You're surprised his voice is steady, though.
Babs shrugs her shoulders.
"I'm going to make ramen. You two want some?"
You shake your head from side to side, Jason says no.
"Okay." Babs says, going to your kitchen, but not before poking Dick's leg with her foot. Those two friends are truly love to annoy each other.
"So. Is the 'pins and needles' gone now?" Jason asks you cheekily.
"Yes. But I can't feel my legs and my core."
Jason laughs and kisses you.
"It's okay, princess. I'm going to carry you."
author's note: my favorite jason todd x reader i have ever written still because it's just light and playful lol
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perihelion
— pairing: red hood x female reader
— words: 2,9k
— tags: smut 18+, naked female clothed male, cunnilingus (jason is a pussy eater and i meant it here), size differences*, size kink, rough sex, vaginal sex, belly bulge, overstimulation, creampie, fluff at the end
*❗content warning: repeated (and i meant repeated) descriptions about their size differences, so proceed with caution! it's going to be excessive lol so if it's not your cup of tea you can skip this one :)
"Red."
She whimpers pathetically, eyes blurry with unshed tears as she looks down at the man situated in between her wide open thighs.
Red Hood's tongue delves into her pussy, eating her out like a man starving. Maybe he is. Because it's been… what? Thirty minutes? And he hasn't stopped. Not even for stretching his massive body or something. Not for one second, even.
His lips keep making out with her cunt.
She's overly sensitive.
But by hearing her mewling his name it spurs him on, for he's sucking her clit hard with a low groan.
Her hips shot high. She will probably reach the ceiling of her room if Red Hood's hands on her hips aren't holding her down.
"Red! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!"
She sobs, orgasm wrecking her body like a ship against gigantic waves. Tears falling down her face in rivulets, dampening her soft pink pillowcase.
She can hear Red Hood shuffling now, by the sound of the fabric of her bedding against his clothes.
"You said you want to take my cock whole and not just half to three quarters," he says, voice hoarse, "I should prepare you thoroughly to make that possible. And multiple orgasms seem to prepare your tiny pretty pussy better indeed."
He proves his point by sweeping his fingers around her pussy opening, gathering her arousal.
"Look at this."
He's showing his shiny fingers to her.
"Look at you gushing for me. All for me, isn't that true, princess?"
"Yes, Red. All for you."
Red Hood smiles, eyes glittering with wickedness and blown wide with lust behind his mask.
Red Hood quickly works, removing his belt and thigh holsters and dragging his trousers and briefs down above his knees.
He positions his leaking fat cock on her entrance, moving it up and down that at some point the angry red tip catches inside her.
She jerks at that, letting out a gasp. Her body always seems to forget how big he is compared to her.
Red Hood doesn't seem to notice because now he's placing his cock on her entire mound, his tip rests right above her navel. She shudders at the image both of them create.
He is so massive. It should make her feel wary or something, she thinks, but she just feels that she's being taken care of and protected by this masked vigilante. A man that's capable of eradicating crime without mercy in Gotham streets is also able to worship her body and make her feel safe whenever she's with him, making her feel so wanted.
See, her thoughts have wandered into deeper territory she doesn't wish to visit—at least not right now anyway, when the man above her is about to be balls deep inside of her.
She directs her mind to the present.
Red Hood rubs his cock on her pussy, slathering the underside with her arousal from the orgasms he has drawn from her.
"I'm not doing my job well if you're able to leave me alone and busy with your thoughts."
"Huh?"
She doesn't think Red Hood realizes that, she's pretty sure she was just lost in her mind for some milliseconds.
Red Hood removes himself from the top of her. She is about to protest but he swiftly sits on his haunches and pumps his cock with his precum and the wet underside of his cock from her arousal, slathering the moistures all over his cock.
Before knowing it, he has positioned himself back above her body.
She knows if hypothetically there's a mirror on her ceiling, she's only able to see his broad shoulders and toned body on the reflection—maybe her thighs if she opened them wide but that's it—because this massive man just simply covers her smaller torso with his. And she likes it more than she ever should.
Red Hood eases his tip inside of her and she feels the relief of having a part of him in her.
She closes her eyes as he keeps feeding her pussy with his cock.
She can feel the slight pleasant ache that indicates he's working himself deep inside of her. He's probably almost all in now, she thinks.
But when she opens her eyes he's only about halfway inside.
Red Hood's expression indicates that he's holding back, pleasure written all over his face.
But he is nothing if not relentless, keep pushing hips and drawing back, trying to ease the process. He keeps stuffing her with the rest of his cock centimeter by centimeter.
When he's like four fifths inside her, he groans her name.
"Princess. You're–" he groans, "you're always so tight. But I think this is the tightest you've ever been."
She preens at his dirty talk.
"It's you that is so big, Red. Why are you so big, so so big."
Tears gathered in her eyes at the sensation of his fat cock almost fully nestled inside of her. She has never felt like this, so full and whole. And he hasn't even all the way in.
And it's true. He's very considerable, and definitely the biggest one she has ever taken. The first time they're doing this—it was two months after he was wounded in her fire escape and kept visiting her weekly since then, just hanging out and mindlessly talking with her after his patrol—Red Hood was only able to put one third of his cock inside of her because he was afraid he was going to break her, even though she was begging him to just put the rest of it inside. Afterwards he was making it up to her by eating her out until she couldn't feel her thighs because of how he was holding her down so she couldn't squirm away from his ministrations.
Red Hood growls in her ear, cupping her tit and harshly playing with her nipple.
"You're flattering me so much, my sun."
My sun. Her nickname from him after learning the meaning of her name. It makes her feel buzzing that has nothing to do with him currently working his cock to be buried deep inside of her body.
Red Hood swaps his fingers with his hot mouth, his teeth pulling at her peaked brown nipple.
"Ah!"
Red Hood puts his forehead on hers.
His minty breath fanning her hair as he stuffs the rest of his cock while also keeps distracting her from the stretch by circling her areola with her tongue and sucking on her nipple and globe of tit—leaving hickeys, switching between right to left.
Until he accomplishes the thing that she has wanted since the first time they slept together: the entirety of his fat cock inside of her pussy.
"Redredredredoh."
She feels intense stretch and pleasure she has never felt before, feeling his cock stretch her and the length of it reach a part inside her no one has ever been able to go.
She feels so incredibly full.
"That's it. It's all in. You take all of my cock. Your tiny cunt is able to swallow all of me."
Red Hood kisses the rivulets that sliding down her cheek away, licking them clean.
She squeezes her inner muscles at the praises and the gesture and he groans, deep rumbles of sound from his chest.
She can feel every ridge of his cock, his veins rubbing deliciously against her walls.
She has to bite her lips to contain her mewls.
"We're a tight fit. You're so good for me, so perfect."
She moans at his praises.
Curious, she looks down at the part where they're joined.
A tiny gasp leaves her at the sight.
Her lower stomach has a bulge from his cock residing inside.
Red Hood touches the indentation on her lower stomach, pressing on where his cock is nestled deep in her.
"Look where I am inside of you."
He says as he keeps the pressure on her skin.
"You're–you're so deep."
She breathes out, seeing the proof of how different their bodies are—how big, how massive he is compared to her regular size, sending minds into so many directions.
He caresses the bump with his hand like it's the first time he has ever witnessed this.
"It's the first time I have ever left something like this."
He says as if he knows what she's thinking about.
"You're so beautiful like this."
She whimpers, her blown wide dark brown eyes seeing his beautiful rugged face above her. Even though he's always with his mask, his beauty has never been able to be obscured by it.
Red Hood kisses her deep, his mask digging on her face. His arms beside her head are strained, holding his body from crushing her smaller one.
His kiss is bruising, his teeth scraping against her upper and lower lips equally. He swipes his tongue, demanding an entrance to her mouth that she immediately grants. His tongue swipes hers, their saliva strings connected and messy between their lips.
Red Hood starts to move his hips, drawing his cock in and out of her in an experimental thrust, his fingers rubbing on her engorged clit. She lets out a pleasurable sigh.
Seeing her body has adjusted to the feel of his entire length intruding her slick walls, he repeats the motion much quicker and she screams at how her throbbing pussy being speared over and over again by his thick cock, always managed to be balls deep and bottoming out inside of her tight cunt everytime.
Her hand tugs on the silky strands of his dark hair.
"You're created for me, made for taking my cock nice and whole."
Red Hood says each word in between each of his deep thrusts. He grunts on her ears, the sounds making her cunt gushing.
Her eyes roll to the back of her head by the carnal pleasure of his heavy thrusts and his dirty praises.
She sobs on his shoulder, long black hair wildly fanning on her soft pink pillow and her bed.
But instead of telling him to slow down, she tells him, "Harder, please. Give your all."
Red Hood always obliges her, she doesn't have to ask him twice. That's what he wants as well, but he wanted to build up the pleasure. But her asking him to do so without his initiative, it just spurs him on.
He plows her cunt roughly, the drags of his thick cock and its ridges sets her nerves on fire. She accepts the pleasure borderline on oversensitivity gladly. She takes them all like a champ. Partly because it's a hassle to thrust up her hips against his powerful one but also because she wants this, badly.
Beads of his sweats rolling down his cheeks, dropping on his light stubble and dropping on her tits. He swipes it away, fondling her tits and squeezing them. He pinches the erect peak and then closes his mouth on one of them, biting it hard. She cries, an orgasm tearing out of her by him, again for the nth time tonight.
"Red, you're so big, so deep. So deep."
She babbles the only words she can only think of at this time.
Her mind is completely blank with the way his cock keeps making space inside of her deeper and deeper as if it's still possible.
"So big, oh God. Big. So thick… my tiny cunt."
She looks like she's delirious with the height he brings her, the words that will make her hide her face with her hands if she ever remembers she ever speaks of them.
His chest rumbles at her mindless dirty praises to him, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head, his sacks drawn tighter, preparing to blow his massive loads.
If she keeps praising him like this with the cute and ethereal blissed out face of hers, messy but glowing black hair tangling on his fingers, and glistening skin of hers, he isn't sure he's able to hold on longer. He has been holding his orgasm since he was eating her out hours ago.
"Where do you want me, angel?"
Red Hood asks, grunting and panting above her.
"Inside, please. Please cum inside of me, Red."
Red Hood growls at her consent and then draws his hips for the last time sending a deep, deep harsh thrust—that will send her head knocking against her headboard if he isn't currently clutching her hips to the point of bruising—until he's fully sheathed and bottoming out inside of her, the deepest he has been tonight, both of them sure—then losing himself in the height of his powerful climax.
A bodily shudder goes through her, her teary screams of pleasure are sure audible for her nearest neighbors.
Red Hood chants her name as his hot, thick white cum flows inside of her cunt, flooding her insides.
It's so much, too much.
The streams of his hot cum is somehow a relief but also making her oversensitive. She doesn't think anyone is able to give that much of cum in one climax, but she thinks—as her mind cleared by her most powerful peak tonight—he must have been holding his orgasm since he ate her out hours ago.
God knows if she were in his place—giving him blowjob multiple times until he climaxes—she wouldn't be able to hold hers and would probably orgasm alongside him with his cock deep in her throat. She shudders at her imaginative thought, not entirely against it—but Red Hood sure is, he likes the act of giving more than receiving.
She squirms because he hasn't stopped pumping his seed inside of her—balls still half drawn tight—but he shushes her and flicks her clit to calm her down from oversensitivity.
She's just there, lying blissfully where the broad shouldered man above her cooing at her and praising her for doing so good for him and but she's in between wakefulness and sleep. She feels it when his cock sends the last spurts of his cum inside of her, but he doesn't move until he has softened in her, then carefully pulled out of her.
Red Hood is lying down beside her, hasn't drawn his pants and briefs up.
He can feel the heavy stare of eyes in between her thighs, so she looks down on her body too.
Their combined fluids are a sticky white mess between her thighs, the blob of it peeking out from between her folds—not to mention the rest of his massive load inside of her cunt that probably will dribble down if she is as much as sitting down, she can't imagine if she tries to stand or walk, if she's able to in the first place, which she thinks she doesn't.
The man beside her has wrecked her pussy with his cock and taken her ability to stand for at least until this morning, the feeling of it will definitely last for a week though.
As if senses that she needs to clean up but can't, he stands, drawing his pants and briefs up without zipping the former—probably for easy clean up—and walking to her bathroom. He's there for two minutes—she checks her bedside clock—and then comes back with his pants zipped up, hair much tidier, and a wet, warm soft towel on his hand.
He sits on the edge of the bed, cleaning the stickiness on her thighs and the white blob of cum that peeking out from her labia—the latter carefully because he knows she is overstimulated after everything—and then goes back to the bathroom to deposit it in her basket of dirty clothes.
When he's back again, she's slightly moving her body up—still laying down, though—holding her stuffed animal in her naked form in between the shallow valley of her tits, the sight making him smile. He sits at the side of the bed, drawing her blanket up until it covers her navel.
He reaches for a bottle of water she has on her nightstand. Opening the cap, he offers it to her and because her head is only leveled up by her pillows at the back of her head and neck, some of it spills down her torso and slightly dampened her stuffie.
"Pengu!"
"Pengu is okay, she's a penguin."
He retorts before drinking the rest of the water.
She gives him her playful stink eyes, but says nothing and tries to rub the water with her blanket, even though it's obvious has been absorbed by the material of her stuffed animal.
She is still drying Pengu, so it surprises him when she asks, "Are you going to go, soon?"
"Do you want me to?"
He usually goes right after cleaning up, no hard feelings and anything.
But something is different in the air today, and he doesn't want to examine it further, but he knows he wants to stay here at least for some more hours.
"No."
She still hasn't looked at him, holding Pengu to her chest, so he pinches her chin up and kisses her.
"Okay, I will stay. Maybe until you sleep?"
She nods at him, her little smile is everything to him.
He lies down beside her, heads on the stack of her fluffy soft pink pillows that smells so her—peony and lychee scented perfume she wears—clothes intact and all, just without his belt and holster that are lying on her bedroom floor, but that's his problem for later.
For now, he caresses her hair and holds his head close to his chest until she falls asleep.
mariea's notes: wow, you made it here! technically, this fic is crossposted from my ao3 account, i wrote it in september 2023. slightly modified. and i mind slight. you can head to my account (link on my pinned) if you're curious about the change i made lol. anyway thanks for reading <3
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