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pairing: Bob Floyd x reader
warnings: SMUT 18+, nude photos, fingering, m receiving oral, breeding, p in v, dacryphilia, squirting, minor degradation, minor praise, creampie,
summary: you buy a special set of lingerie when you know you're ovulating and Bob asks if he can take pictures of you while you fuck.
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“Can I take pictures of you?”
Bob’s question surprised you. You had sent him nudes before, and it wasn’t like he had never seen photos of you, but he had never taken any himself. You did look good. His jaw had literally dropped when he saw you. You bought a special lingerie set to wear that night. It wasn’t too fancy, but it was Bob’s favorite shade of blue and it was made of a thin mesh material that left little to the imagination.
“You want to take pictures of me?” You questioned.
“On my polaroid,” Bob explained. “To have while I’m gone.” You smiled softly.
“Yeah,” you agreed. “That’s okay.” His expression perked up. He gave you a soft kiss.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” Bob drawled, his accent sweet. He scrambled from his place on the edge of the bed. You had instructed him to wait there while you made your grand entrance from the bathroom after changing into your lingerie set. He fished his polaroid camera out of its place in the closet and loaded it up with a new set of film.
“What do you want me to do, sir?” You asked. You wanted Bob to take charge of this. Not just because the pictures were for him, but because you were nervous. You were ovulating. You had been casually trying with Bob. The two of you had stopped using condoms, but you had started tracking your cycle. You were ready. You hadn’t told Bob. He wanted kids too, you had stopped using protection on purpose, but you were nervous about it.
“Could you get on your knees for me?” Bob asked. You smirked as you fell to your knees in front of him. You reached for his belt, carefully unbuckling it and shoving his pants down his legs. He was already rock hard, the idea of photographing you had been enough to wind him up. You spit on your hand and then wrapped your fingers around his cock. He moaned softly. You leaned down and gave his tip a few kitten licks, cleaning up the precum that was leaking out of him.
“Look up at me,” Bob called. “Stick your tongue out.” You turned your eyes up towards Bob to find he was pointing the camera down at you. He took his cock in his free hand and pressed it down against your tongue before the camera flashed. Bob dropped the photo on the bedside table, where a stack of them would soon sit. While he was distracted you let his cock push down your throat. He gasped in surprise, knees nearly giving out beneath him.
“Jesus, honey,” Bob groaned. You hummed in satisfaction around him, pleased that you had caught him off guard. He was good at teasing you, and you always had to find your own ways to get back at him.
Bob turned his focus back down to you as you deepthroated his thick cock. He pulled your hair back into a makeshift ponytail so he could see you as your lips moved up and down his shaft. He groaned as he gently guided you up and down, keeping the control mostly in your hands.
“Look up,” Bob called. You flicked your eyes up to see the lens of the camera facing you. You gave your best innocent doe eyes as the camera flashed again. He pulled you off his cock, tossing the picture with the other.
“What next, Robby?” You asked as you licked your lips. He lifted you to your feet and pulled you in for a kiss.
“I want to get some of you in this pretty little thing you bought for me, sweetheart,” Bob told you cheekily. “Lay on the bed.” You quickly followed his instruction, climbing onto the bed and laying out on your back. You spread your hair around your head and adjusted the lingerie set. Bob was crouched on his knees, looming above you as he pointed the camera down at your body.
“Smile for me, honey,” Bob called. The absurdity of the context pulled a giggle from you and the camera flashed again. He looked down at you thoughtfully, planning out his next masterpiece. He smirked when his idea came.
“Spread your legs for me,” Bob requested. “Squeeze those pretty tits I love so much.” You moaned softly at the idea. He was really indulging himself. You followed his instructions and the camera flashed again.
Bob kneeled over your hips so he could reach you better. He pushed his thumb down against your tongue. You closed your lips around it, letting your tongue slide against it.
“That’s my good girl,” Bob cooed as you sucked on his finger. The camera flashed again. He slowly drew his hand away from your mouth. He slid his hand to rest on your throat. The pressure was firm, but not restricting. The camera flashed again. His hands kept moving down to your breasts, squeezing them in a way that would leave bruises in the morning as the camera flashed once more.
“I want your bra off,” Bob told you. You leaned up from the mattress and pulled the fabric off, leaving you nearly bare in front of him. He grabbed your tits, thumb rubbing over your nipples briefly. He sunk his fingers around your round breast and flashed the camera again.
“Can I have your cock now, sir?” You begged. Bob smirked.
“No,” Bob said. “I want some pictures with my fingers inside your pretty little pussy first.” You sighed in disapproval.
“Hurry up then,” you whined. He chuckled.
“Be patient,” Bob told you. “I want to take my time with you.” As much as you were desperate for Bob’s cock you couldn’t help the small whimper that his words pulled from you. “Can you lift your legs up for me?” He requested. You smiled softly at him as you lifted your legs into the air so he could remove your panties. He tossed them off the side of the bed.
Bob looked down at your bare cunt, glistening with your arousal for him. He put the camera down and used both hands to stroke up and down your thighs. His touch was featherlight, drawing goosebumps to your skin.
“Robby…” You whispered needily.
“I know, baby,” Bob cooed in understanding. “I promise that I’ll give you everything you want, but you have to be patient.” Something in his tone was different. He knew what you really wanted from him. He knew you wanted him to make you a mother.
“Please just touch my pussy, Robby,” you begged. “However you want. I don’t care. I just need to feel you there.” Bob smiled. He moved a single finger to your clit, gently rubbing circles around it to appease you. The moment Bob’s finger made contact with your clit your back arched in the air and your mouth fell open in a silent moan.
“Open your eyes,” Bob ordered. When you did the camera flashed on your face.
“Are you ready for a finger?” He asked.
“Can I have two?” You pleaded. Bob considered your request. You were being good for him and you were letting him live out this fantasy.
“Okay, honey,” Bob agreed. “Two it is.” He sucked his ring and middle fingers between his lips, coating them in his spit. “Ready?” He asked as he aimed the camera towards your dripping twat. You nodded furiously.
“Please,” you begged. “I need you.” Bob smirked. You needed him. Wasn’t that sweet?
“I’ve got you, baby.” No sooner did you feel Bob’s fingertips gently sliding through your folds. You inhaled sharply, waiting for him to give you what you wanted. He was filled with a wave of pride at the small sound. It made him desperate to give you what you wanted. He pushed his fingers into you, his movement quick enough to relieve your desire without being harsh. The camera flashed.
“Thank you, Robby,” You mewled.
“You’re welcome, honey,” Bob cooed back. He kept a steady rhythm inside you as he snapped another picture of your cunt with his fingers buried in it. “You’re so sexy, sweetheart,” Bob groaned as he felt you clench down on his fingers.
“I want your cock, Robby,” you whined.
“Come on my fingers first,” Bob pleaded with you. He put the camera down and reached down with his other hand to rub tight circles around your clit with his thumb. You moaned in surprise and kicked your legs against the mattress.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Bob cooed. “Come for me.” He hooked his fingers against your walls, pressing into your g spot as he sped up his movements on your clit.
“Fuck! Bobby!” You cried out in pleasure. The camera flashed. Your walls pulsated around Bob’s fingers and your legs shook. You arched your back away from the mattress. The camera flashed. You opened your eyes to see Bob’s adoring stare as he flashed the camera once more on your sweaty, fucked out face.
“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” Bob murmured. Tears sprung to your eyes despite his sweet praise.
“Your cock, Robby,” you whined. “Need your cock, please.” You sniffled as you fell into a state of total desperation for only one thing. Bob’s eyes softened upon seeing your tears. He quickly reached up to wipe them away.
“I’m sorry, baby,” Bob whispered softly. He crawled up your body, bringing the camera with him. “Didn’t realize just how bad you needed me.” He lined the swollen head of his cock up with your dripping hole.
“Always need you this bad, Robby,” you whimpered. Bob kissed your nose softly.
“I know, baby,” he cooed. “Me too.” You moaned softly. Bob had gotten himself in position to take another picture. He had his thick cock in his hand, lined up perfectly with your wet slit. He held the camera in his other hand. His eyes flicked up to yours. “Ready?” He asked. You nodded quickly. Bob pushed his cock into you. The camera flashed several times—some photos on your face or your body, and a few at the spot where you were connected.
“Ohh, Robert…” You moaned slowly as you felt him fill the emptiness that you’d needed him to fill. Bob cursed quietly. You looked up at him. He was beautiful, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and his body tight around you.
“Can I take a picture of you?” You asked. Bob smirked.
“Yeah, honey,” he agreed. “You can take one.” He handed you the camera. You pointed it up at him and reached up, dragging your nails down his chest as the camera flashed. You handed him the camera and the undeveloped photo.
“Thank you, Bobby.” Bob put the camera and photo to the side and turned his focus fully on you. He leaned down on his forearm so he could kiss your neck as his hips fucked slowly into you. He grabbed your leg with his other hand, pulling it up around his hip so he could get just a bit deeper.
You came without warning, but kept your moans in. You weren’t supposed to come without asking. Bob kept fucking into you and you thought you’d gotten away with it when you came again. You were doing your best to keep your breathing even and not pass out as you recovered. Then Bob switched arms and pulled your other leg around his hip as well. You knew that you were going to squirt this time.
“Can I come?” You cried out suddenly, unsure whether you’d be able to hold it anyway.
“Yes, baby,” Bob agreed. You let the electric pleasure run over you, whimpering and whining as you did. Bob wore a proud grin as he watched your face contorting in pleasure and felt you clench down on his hard cock. Clear fluid sprayed out over his cock. Bob reached down and rubbed back and forth on your clit, splashing your cum all over the sheets. You were panting as Bob stilled his hips, still buried inside you.
“You’re so pretty when you come, baby girl,” Bob drawled. His accent was thicker when he used the low tone that he would pull during sex. He knew how much it drove you crazy. “How many times was that? Be honest, I know you came at least once without telling me.”
“Including when you fingered me?” You asked shyly.
“Yes, sweetheart,” Bob replied.
“Four,” you told him quietly, awaiting your punishment for the two unpermitted orgasms.
“Why are you so horny today, huh?” Bob asked. You looked away. You knew exactly why. It was why you’d bought the lingerie. Bob wanting to take pictures had been a surprising bonus. “Answer me,” Bob pushed.
“I’m ovulating,” you admitted in a whisper. Bob groaned roughly. He made one quick and deep thrust into you, pulling a surprised gasp from you.
“You want me to get you pregnant, baby?” Bob asked, his voice as slow and smooth as molasses. You nodded. “Tell me, honey. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to get me pregnant, Robby,” you told him. “I want you to fuck your cum deep into me.”
“All you had to do was ask, baby,” Bob said with a smile. He began fucking you again, faster this time. If you wanted his cum he was going to give it to you. You clawed at his back and he left hickies over your chest and neck. Bob reached down between your bodies to rub circles over your clit. You moaned loudly.
“Can I please come?” You begged.
“Yeah, baby, go ahead,” Bob told you. You fell apart on Bob’s cock, tightening down on him as he thrust into you. He moaned loudly, making a few harsh thrusts into you before you felt him coming deep into you. He kept fucking into you as he rode out his orgasm. You were slowly coming down. He leaned back onto his knees so he was upright and grabbed your hips. He lifted you and pulled you down against him, getting deeper than you had ever felt him before. The new sensation threw you into another unexpected orgasm and you cried out in pleasure, milking Bob’s cock for everything he could give you.
“Thank you, Robby,” you whimpered. Bob chuckled.
“I’m not done, sweetheart. If we want you to get pregnant I should probably give you more than one load.” You whimpered at the thought alone. Bob could already feel himself getting hard again. He rubbed your clit slowly, making you clench and flex around him. It was just what he needed to make him rock hard again. You moaned at the feeling of him hardening inside you.
“Give it to me, Robby,” you whined. Bob didn’t need any other words of encouragement to begin fucking into you. He started off with a steady pace–not too fast, but not slow either. You were falling apart regardless, completely unable to hold in orgasms anymore as you lost yourself in the pleasure of Bob’s cock. He hit just the right spot and you felt the tightness in your stomach exploding again.
“Are you coming again?”
“Yes, Robby,” you gasped. “I’m–ungh–I’m sorry. I can’t h-help it,” you whined.
“Pathetic little thing, aren’t you?” Bob taunted. The degradation only made you come harder. His dog tags were dangling over you as he thrust in and out. You reached up and twisted the chain around your finger, tugging him down to meet your lips. He kissed you with a passion that reminded you of the very first time you kissed. His thrusts were getting more irregular as you continued pulsing around him. He reached down to your clit, desperate to pull one last orgasm from you. He rubbed against the sensitive nub, lubricated by his own cum leaking out around his cock.
You screamed out in overwhelming pleasure and came again. Fire burned through your body as every part of your body tightened and then snapped into a release. You were moaning loudly, not really aware of the sounds that were coming out of your mouth. You started squirting again, the fluid spraying out around Bob’s cock as he continued to fuck into you. He groaned loudly at the sight. Bob grunted, gasping loudly before hammering harshly into you with a deafening moan as he emptied everything he had into you. Bob rolled off of you after a moment. The two of you lay there, quietly catching your breath as the two of you each recovered from the strongest orgasms either of you had ever had.
“How many times was that for you, sweetheart?” Bob asked after a moment.
“Eight, I think,” you admitted.
“Jesus,” Bob said. “I hope the pregnancy hormones are this good too.”
“You came so much, Robby. I can feel it inside me,” you murmured. “It’s so warm.”
“Will you push it out for me, baby? Will you show me what I gave you?” Bob requested. He leaned up and grabbed the camera.
“That’s not gonna help me get pregnant,” you said.
“I’ll push it back into you, baby. Besides, I fucked my first load real deep into you,” he said.
“You’re so dirty, Robby,” you teased. Bob smiled. He kissed your thigh.
“Please, baby?” You rolled your eyes but smiled. You clenched your insides, trying to push out the thick cumload Bob had given you. Suddenly you felt the warm liquid dripping down your folds. “Fucking hell, honey.” He took one last picture. He scooped his cum back up onto his fingers, pushing it back into you again. He crawled up the bed to be level with you, putting the camera on the bedside table and picking up the stack of photos.
“Want to see?” Bob asked. You nodded as you scooted over to his side. The two of you looked through the photos, Bob complimenting something about you in each one. When you got to the photo you had taken of him you grinned widely.
“You look so sexy, Bobby,” you said. Bob chuckled.
“Glad you think so, honey,” he said. You bumped your arm against him.
“You’re an adonis, Bobby. Completely out of my league,” you said with a smile. Bob rolled his eyes.
“Honey, I’m in a squad with adonises, but I ain’t one,” Bob joked.
“Oh, please. None of them even compare to you. You had me wrapped around your finger the moment I saw your eyes,” you said in reflex. Bob could tell you meant it by how quickly you said it.
“I love you, baby,” he said simply. You looked up at him and kissed him gently.
“I love you too.” Bob turned back to the photos.
“Could you write me notes on them? Like you do with my lunches?” Bob asked shyly. You grinned at him, leaning to kiss him gleefully. You pulled away with a smile still on your face. He always told you how much he loved the notes you put in his lunch everyday.
“Yes,” you said simply. “Do you want them to be sexy or sweet?” You asked. Bob smiled softly.
“Both, just like you.” Bob flipped to the picture of his cum dripping out of your pussy. He hummed softly at it. “I sorta wish I could’ve had one with my cum on your face too,” he said. You smirked.
“I think I can make that happen.”
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bob’s shirt
pairing: Bob Floyd x reader
warnings: none
summary: When you wear Bob’s shirt to The Hard Deck, your secret relationship is found out. Reader’s callsign is Fox.
You and Bob had been secretly dating for four months. You weren’t sure why it was still a secret and neither was Bob, but neither of you was willing to admit to the other that you wanted to tell people. Phoenix knew, because she was tenacious in her interrogations.
“Why are you in such a good mood today?” Phoenix asked.
“I’m normally in a good mood,” Bob said.
“Yeah, but not this good. You keep smiling at nothing.” Bob glanced over at you across the lecture hall. Phoenix followed his eyeline. “Oh my god,” she gasped.
“What?” Bob muttered, his eyes still on you.
“You and Fox finally hooked up, didn’t you?” Phoenix whispered. Bob’s neck snapped to look over at her in shock.
“What? No!” He exclaimed in a whisper. “I mean we have but—we aren’t—Fox and I—” He stuttered. Phoenix let a grin spread across her face.
“It wasn’t just a hookup, was it?” She asked. Bob blushed. He looked at you and then back at Phoenix.
“We’ve been dating for three months. It’s our anniversary,” he admitted. Phoenix smiled at Bob. She had never seen him look so happy. “Don’t tell anyone, please.”
“Secret’s safe with me, Bob,” she assured him.
That’s how you ended up taking two cars to The Hard Deck even though the both of you had left from Bob’s place and intended to return there when the night was done. When you arrived Bob was quick to order your drinks while you went to sit with the others.
“Is that Bob’s shirt, Fox?” Hangman asked with a grin as you sat down at the table nearest the piano. You looked down and realized you were in Bob’s University of Montana shirt. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you struggled to think of a response. Rooster and Fanboy had caught wind of the conversation and were now looking in your direction.
“No,” you lied.
“Really? Didn’t you go to school in California?” Fanboy asked, smirking as he lifted his beer to his lips.
“I don’t know where it’s from,” you said, trying to shut down the conversation.
“I swear I’ve seen Bob in a shirt like that before,” Rooster piped in.
“Maybe he has one like it,” you said. Bob walked up to sit beside you, handing you your drink.
“Bob! Don’t you have a shirt like the one Fox is wearing?” Hangman smirked as he pointed to your shirt. Bob’s eyes met yours and he saw the embarrassment painting your face. The two of you had clearly been found out.
“Erm…I don’t think so,” he said, a blush rising across his cheeks.
“You went to the University of Montana, though, didn’t you?” Rooster pushed.
“Ye—yeah,” Bob stuttered.
“Do you know anyone else who went to the University of Montana, Fox?” Hangman questioned.
“I don’t know. I think I got this at a thrift store,” you lied.
“Why would you pick that out?” Fanboy teased you.
“It was probably cheap,” you tried.
“Everything at thrift stores is cheap,” Hangman pointed out. You were totally flustered and unsure what to say.
“I don’t—It was—I think—”
“We’ve been dating for four months,” Bob interrupted. It was very out of character for him to be so bold, but he had been having trouble watching your nerves build while you were talking to Hangman. Your head snapped to look at him, surprised by his confession.
“Four months?” Coyote asked in shock.
“I told you,” Phoenix said snappily. “You owe me ten bucks.”
“You said you wouldn’t tell anyone!” Bob exclaimed.
“It doesn’t matter, Bob. We could all tell,” Fanboy said.
“How?” You asked.
“You hold hands every time you leave base,” Payback said.
“Yeah, but not till we get to the parking lot,” Bob countered.
“Yeah, cause we can’t see in the parking lot,” Fanboy teased.
“I told you that we shouldn’t,” you chided Bob. He shrugged.
“Couldn’t wait any longer,” he said.
“For a stealth pilot, you’re pretty bad at being undercover,” Hangman joked. Bob just smiled. The conversation moved away from you and Bob and everyone was animatedly discussing the base’s latest arrival of students. Bob scooted his chair closer to yours and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his body and kissing your forehead. You smiled and leaned into him. It was nice to feel like the two of you could really be together in front of everyone.
You left The Hard Deck hand in hand. Bob walked you to your car. He stopped you as you arrived at your door.
“Are you mad at me?”
“Mad at you? Why would I be mad at you?” You asked.
“I told everyone about us,” Bob said.
“It was pretty clear that they already knew,” you replied.
“That’s not the same as telling them though,” Bob said. You smiled softly at his thoughtfulness.
“I’m glad they know, Bobby,” you assured him. “We can be together everywhere now.” Bob smiled softly. There was a small pause. You could tell by looking at Bob that something was wrong and you were about to ask him when he blurted out:
“I love you.” The look on Bob’s face when he told you was one of pure admiration. He hadn’t been planning on telling you he loved you, but it had become impossible for him to hold it in any longer.
“I love you too, Robby,” you said with a smile.
“Really?” He asked in disbelief. You chuckled.
“Really. It’s hard not to fall in love with a sweet mid-western boy who kisses you like you’re gonna die,” you said. Bob laughed.
“If you weren’t so pretty, I wouldn’t have to kiss you so much,” he teased.
“Guess it’s a good thing I’m pretty then,” you said. Bob smiled. He grabbed your waist and pulled you in for a sweet kiss, his lips warm against yours. You leaned forward to give him one last peck when you pulled apart.
“Go get in your car. I’ll meet you at home,” you said.
“Home?” Bob asked with a smile. You blushed as you realized your mistake, but you decided not to retreat.
“Yeah. Home.”
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No thoughts, head empty, only this one:
Dick + baby fever + jealous + mating press = well hello bed, I love you, lmao
Thinking about male manipulator!dick who begs you to let him hit it raw. He's in your ear saying, "It feels so much better, baby," and "But, if you loved me," whispering all the reasons why you should toss the condoms this time.
You give in, insisting that he at least pulls out, telling him that you're not on birth control and you don't want any surprises. He gives you a phony promise that he won't pull anything and subtly nods his head at your words before finding his way inside you.
His body is pressed to yours, legs over his shoulders as he keeps you folded in half with the sheer weight of his body. Your fingernails leave bright streaks of red down his back, the type of open wound he can't get enough of, and your orgasm reaches its peak as his hips start stuttering. He's close.
"Lemme fill you up, baby," he groans, "Don't you want it?" his pace falters, deep calculated strokes now much more shallow and sporadic. "Come on, I know you do."
Bleary-eyed and in a state of delirium, you nod your head, and he's quick to take his chance before you change your mind. His final stroke hits you deep. Cock twitching inside of you as warm streams of cum fill you up, the complete opposite of what you'd initially wanted.
He's still inside you when he starts placing soft kisses on your face, calling you his pretty girl, and saying how much he loves you. "You'll pick up a plan b in the morning, right?" you ask, and he gives you another phony promise as he gently fucks his cum in deeper.
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when ur reading fanfic and one character was cooking and the other comes up to them and they start making out and everyones like starting to take their shirts off and the author STILL hasnt mentioned anyone turning off the stove
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18+ minors dni
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sleepy morning sex with jason todd that starts with him gently grinding himself into your ass as he spoons you, so lightly he barely notices it. his arm is wrapped around your waist and his head is buried in your neck as he holds you against him, and by the time he’s fully hard, you’re both groggy but awake, and his hand has found your breasts under your baggy shirt.
he groans quietly into your skin as he pulls his boxers down just enough to free himself, slipping his cock between your soft thighs and thrusting slowly. you shudder against him as his length grazes the cotton of your panties with each movement, and his hand comes down from your breast to rub small circles on your clothed clit. there’s no urgency in his movements, and the room is quiet apart from the rustling sheets and your airy breathing.
before long, your wetness starts seeping through the thin fabric of your underwear, and jason takes that as his sign that you’re ready. he hooks his fingers into your waistband and pulls your panties down to just below your ass, only exposing you as much as he needs to. he slides his cock between your folds to collect your arousal, his tip soon prodding at your tight entrance. you instinctively reach for his hand, and he places a tender kiss on your temple before sinking into you slowly.
you gasp as he stretches you, and he squeezes you against him reassuringly. his strong body on yours, the angle of his hips, and the intimacy of the moment leaves both your sensitivities heightened; all it takes is a few gentle thrusts against your sensitive spot and some whispered affirmations—y’feel good, ma, so good—for your walls to start tightening around him as you whine. your orgasm brings jason to his, and his grip on your waist tightens suddenly as he releases into you, muffling a low moan into your neck. you turn your head to face him while he’s still sheathed inside you, a sleepy grin on your face.
“mornin’ ma,” he mumbles with a smile, his tired green eyes searching yours. “sleep well?”
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Dick/Bruce/Damian are 'she fell first but he fell harder' coded
Tim/Duke are 'he fell first but she fell when he fell out of love' coded
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Jason gives hard 'he fell first and continues to fall harder the more he got to know her' vibes
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Guard Dog
jason todd x fem!reader
aka don’t fuck with jason’s girlfriend
4 in 1 blurbs
warnings: mildly creepy guys, standard protective bf methods
Jason’s good at shutting people up very quickly. You’d almost call it a talent.
He shuts you up with a kiss when you get stuck in a rant, or with a hug to calm your worried rambles.
And when you’re in an incorrigibly teasing mood, he’ll throw you over his shoulder and carry you back to your bedroom to really shut you up.
With other people though, he has…different methods.
You sit atop your kitchen counter, trading lazy kisses in between giggles with your boyfriend. He stands in front of you, hands massaging your thighs as he leans in for another. You happily oblige.
You break off the exchange to lay a series of sweet kisses on that spot under his jaw.
His head tilts back, letting out a groan so low you nearly miss it. “Sweetheart…” he warns.
“Sorry…” you resign with a sheepish smile.
A knock at the door bursts you out of your shared reverie. You press a kiss to his knuckles and hop down to start setting the table.
Jason gets the door, greeting the pizza guy with a nod as you shuffle around the kitchen. The delivery guy hands him a receipt, asking for a signature.
Jason uses the door as a surface to sign, giving the delivery guy an apt view into your apartment, where he sees you getting out plates in the kitchen. More noticeably, he sees you in your boyfriend's shirt, which rides up just a little bit when you stand up on your toes to reach the top cabinet. The lift of the shirt exposes the bottom of your underwear, though it falls back into place again just as quickly.
Now, lucky for this guy, Jason’s facing the door and does not see him checking you out in your own home. Unlucky for this guy, he has wildly misread the vibe of your relationship. Or at least your boyfriend.
“Man, how do you get anything done around here?” He jests.
Jason looks up at him, and the pizza man’s eyes tear away from your legs to meet his hard gaze. It does not take him long to realize his mistake.
“Try again.” Jason behests, arms crossed in front of him.
The pizza boy’s eyes go wide and he shakes his head, stuttering. “I—uh, I said have a good night.”
“Mhm.” He grumbles.
The pizza guy hands Jason the box with shaky hands and scuttles back down the hallway.
Thankfully, you didn’t seem to notice the exchange, but even so, your boyfriend still glowers down the hallway after him.
“Jay?”
His attention snaps back to you, demeanor changing instantly. “Yeah, baby?”
You’re sitting in your usual spot at the table, his chair empty and waiting just around the corner from you.
“Come sit.” You say, with eyes that might as well be hearts.
He gives a reassuring nod and kicks the door shut behind him.
You and Jason are sitting on the floor in his old room at the manor, your legs thrown over his. You lean up against his bed, asking him about posters on the walls and trinkets on the shelves.
His knee is propped up and your arm dangles across it, his hand in yours. He plays with your fingers and periodically leans forward to leave a kiss on them.
You’d just woken up less than an hour ago after spending the night post-gala, and it’s a peaceful, if not unusually quiet morning.
Dick shouts your name from another room, audibly booking it towards you. Yeah. That’s more like what Jason remembers.
He grumbles some annoyances, dropping his head against your intertwined hands.
Dick bursts into the room, clearly incredibly excited.
“What’s up, Dick?” You ask, calm as ever. Jason lets an unseen smile creep up, head still down.
Dick’s practically jumping up and down, “You gotta see the shit that Tim just found in the cave!” His face drops as he directs his gaze to Jason, “You’re not invited.”
“Thank God.”
Dick ignores him and grabs your wrist, yanking you up from the floor. This is one place where he differs from Jason—he’s not always quite so aware of his own strength.
His grip doesn’t hurt really, but it’s firm enough that you imagine there’ll be bruise marks there later.
“Hey.” Jason calls out, nodding his head to where Dick is holding your arm. “Ease up.”
Dick follows his gaze and immediately loosens his hold, apologizing to you before pulling you along once again (this time much more gentle).
You grin at Jason as he tugs you out the door, him returning it with an endeared smile as he watches you go.
Fuck he loves you.
Jason had a decent break from his night job for once, and was happy to let you drag him out to a bar for a little date. You’d been linked at the hip for most of the night, his hands maintaining their ever present home on your waist and yours resting on his thighs as you tell him about your hectic day.
He’d usually prefer to stay in bed with you for as long as possible when he gets time off, but you’d looked so excited asking him to go out with you—he never stood a chance.
You look up into the mirror as you wash your hands, a strand of hair falling into your face as you do. You push it back behind your ear and smile to yourself, recalling the several times Jason had wordlessly done the same throughout the night as you rambled.
You make your way back to the bar, smile immediate on your face when you see your boyfriend. It gets replaced rather quickly though, when a man slides in front of you, cutting off your view of him.
“Hey there.”
You have to take a step back because of how close he decided to stand to you. He looks sober (enough) but wildly overconfident in whatevers about to happen.
"Let me buy you a drink, pretty thing."
Jason calls you pretty thing sometimes. It makes the blood rush to your cheeks and an inescapable smile creep up on your lips. When this guy says it, it makes you literally frown.
"Oh no, I'm okay, my—"
"You seem like a dirty martini kinda girl." He expertly ignores you, clearly trying and failing to make some kind of innuendo there.
Jason's sitting back against the bar, watching the interaction carefully. You still can’t see him, but he’s close and you can rest comfortable knowing he’s looking out for you.
With that reassurance, you don’t play this out quite as carefully as you would if you were alone.
"Look, I don't want a drink from you, thanks."
Apparently that was the wrong thing to say to him because his face contorts quickly to mock-disgust that you figure is really just embarrassment.
“Hey, don’t be a bitch just ‘cause—”
You try to sidestep around him, thoroughly done with this interaction, but he grabs your upper arm harshly, pulling you to an abrupt stop.
Jason stands up real quick, yanking the guy backwards by his collar before you can even process what's happening.
Now, you know that Jason is an objectively intimidating guy. There's not many people that will come face to face with that absolute unit of a man and still decide to keep on trying him. However, you tend to forget that when you're so used to your gentle giant that only ever speaks to you kindly and touches you softly.
But his intimidating status becomes very apparent when the guy spins around, looks up at Jason, and immediately takes four steps back. He actually almost bumps into you in the process, not doing anything to tame Jason’s acute distaste for this man.
"Listen to me—back the fuck off before you get hurt."
“She—”
“I don’t give a fuck. Leave.”
The guy hesitates.
“Now.” Jason adjusts his posture to stand at his staggering full height, clearly with no qualms about putting him back in his place.
That does it for him, the man stumbllng away with half-committed mumbles of “whatever” or “something something lame anyway.”
Jason watches him until he walks out the door, before turning back to you.
He delicately takes your upper arm in his hand, pulling your sleeve up to search for bruising. But as harshly as he had grabbed you, it didn’t have the time to cause a bruise before Jason intervened.
“What’d he say to you?” Jason asks, brow furrowed as he inspects your arm.
“Nothing very interesting.” He looks at you mildly.
You smile and comb his hair back from his forehead, “Don’t worry about him. I’m good.”
He lets your arm go, and exchanges it for holding the back of your head, planting a kiss on your forehead.
You take his other hand and guide him back to your seats.
“Besides,” You look over his shoulder and let out a little shocked gasp. “Guess who just walked in.”
He gives you a questioning look before his face slacks, eyes widening in realization.
“No…” And you smile so brightly it almost makes up for what's coming his way.
You redirect your smile over his shoulder and give a wave to the door. Jason swigs down the rest of his drink, hand finding your waist once again.
“Jaybird!”
Jason’s still exhausted from patrol last night but he’d insisted on going with you to the bar to meet your friends. You’d tried to convince him that it was okay to stay in and rest tonight, you’d be fine. But it was a losing battle.
You suspect it has something to do with him not liking when you go out in Gotham at night, especially when you’re drinking.
So he hangs out in the background of the buzz, with you sat in front of him, in between his legs.
You’re talking it up with Roy, who’s been making jokes about how Jason’s “moody ass” tricked you, “the ray of sunshine” into this relationship somehow.
You laugh, taking a sip of your drink. “Right, ‘cause you and Kori were in love at first sight.”
"Oh, fuck off." Roy jeers.
He doesn't say it with the cadence of a joke, but it is.
You know he's joking, he knows he's joking.
Jason, who very well may have been tuned out of the conversation up to that point, does not seem to know he's joking—or he doesn't care.
You don't need to look behind you to know that your boyfriend is in defensive mode, though the look of regret mixed with amusement on Roy's face gives a solid hint.
You hold your hand out to block Jason his path as he moves forward. He lets you stop him, though you're certain he could get past you without so much as blinking, no problem.
"Right. My bad, forgot your guard dog was here. Don't fuck off." Roy backtracks, hands up in front of him.
Jason just rolls his eyes, slouching back down. You reach behind you for his hand, giving it two squeezes. You know he’s tired, so much so that he almost punched his best friend for making a typical joke.
“Five more minutes, okay?” You say softly over your shoulder.
He nods at you blearily, and ducks his head down to rest on your back. You adjust your posture a little bit to make it more comfortable for him and continue on talking, his hand still in yours.
If he hadn’t fallen asleep so quickly, five minutes would’ve been five minutes, but instead it became something more like fifty.
He goes through patches where sleep isn’t always so welcoming, a phase he’s been in for the past couple of weeks. You’d been waking up to find the bed half empty, your boyfriend resigned to doing research on cases in an attempt to at least be productive while he’s awake.
You can’t protect him in the same ways that he protects you—you’re not a fighter or necessarily “intimidating.” But you can protect him like this, in these little ways. Letting him nap on you, making him close the case files and rest with you, holding his hand throughout the night so that when he inevitably has nightmares, he knows immediately that you’re still with him. That he’s safe.
So if he can get some much needed sleep while only costing you a stiff back tomorrow, you’ll happily take that deal as many times as he needs.
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18+ MDNI - semi-public sex, fem!receiving oral
Blades of grass poke at your skin from beneath the dress. The thin, gauzy fabric no match for the bright green blades, sharp with pointy overgrown ends. The smell, fresh; the epitome of green, oddly sweet and mixing with the earthiness of the dirt beneath. If it weren’t for the man between your legs you’d have been long lost in the gift of nature. Instead, you were muffling your moans with your free hand, the other occupied with his hair.
His hands grasp the back of your thighs, forcing them open every time you start to close them around his head in an attempt to retain some semblance of modesty. “Retain,” as if there was any left. The straps of your dress hang loose around your shoulders, your tits teetering at the neckline, threatening to spill out at any given moment. Layers of chiffon are bunched up at your waist, your maxi dress suddenly turned mini at the hands of his unbridled horniness.
“Dick,” you gasp, hand falling from your mouth to your dress, unintentionally pulling it up even further to cope with the maddening amount of ecstasy flowing through your veins. “Dick Grayson, this is a public park.” It’s the first full sentence you’d managed to get out since he’d found his way beneath your dress; since he’d started putting his tongue to work in such an open space. And even then, it had come out strangled and barely above a whisper.
He ignores your words, tongue swirling around your sensitive clit and sending you into a fit of moans. His dark hair tickles your thighs as he buries himself deeper into your pussy, licking at your slit like a madman. “I’m serious,” You say breathlessly, chest constricting as your climax builds. “We could get caught.”
Your eyes survey the vast stretch of land, almost entirely empty save for some decorative shrubbery and a few people you heard but couldn’t see. You figure if they weren’t in your line of sight, then you probably weren’t in theirs either, and you take that opportunity to grind against his face a bit, adding friction into the mix and bringing yourself closer to the edge.
“Just make it quick,” you groan, brain in overdrive at the prospect of being caught getting eaten out in a public park. You had a reputation to uphold, and public indecency would so obviously taint that. At the sound of your pleas, he loosens his grip on one of your thighs and moves his hand lower. His fingers, thick and calloused, prod at your hole before plunging deep inside and curling into your sweet spot.
The sensation overwhelms you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you know your climax isn’t far away at all. You pray that it comes before someone catches you in the act, but you know somewhere in your mind that you have nothing to worry about. Dick’s never let you down like that, and he definitely wasn’t going to start now.
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smut's fun. have you ever read soul crushing, heart aching, head throbbing comfort that makes your eyes burn out of your head to the point where you just have to crawl into a ball because your inner child feels so safe? haha... yeah smuts fun.
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Note: requested by a lovely anon!
Warnings: 18+!!!! smut.
pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)
summary: You finally decided to work towards your summer body goals, for next year's summer at least, and you found yourself a personal trainer, who happened to be the hottest guy you had ever seen.
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'Already complaining, doll?'
'Okay, don't be a wuss,' you muttered to yourself, looking at the gym sign in front of you, 'you got this. You want this. You want that body!'
You pushed the door open, stepped inside the large gym, and… you freaked out. It was crowded and loud, packed with hoards of gym bros, who you couldn't stand, and you envied every lady who had that killer body you longed for. It's not that you didn't look good, your body was perfectly fine, but we all have our insecurities. You had just booked a girls trip to Aruba for next year, and you wanted to be carefree in your bikini for once. Working out in a public gym freaked you out, you were too insecure, too shy and too inexperienced to be comfortable in a place like that. So after the trip was booked, you got yourself an intake with a personal trainer
You hurried past the sweaty, muscular men and women, up the stairs, where the private gyms were located. You actually had no idea who your personal trainer was, you just randomly clicked a name on the website and booked a meeting. And because your decision had been so impulsive, you didn't even know if your trainer was a man or a woman, and you panicked again as you climbed up the stairs. You walked up to the door number you had received in your confirmation email, and you desperately hoped your trainer would be a woman, or a really old guy. But the latter was wishful thinking, because why would a really old man be a personal trainer? You sat down and scrolled through your pinterest feed, looking at all those Aruba aesthetics, and you lost yourself in a daydream.
'Miss?' a soft, low voice called out to you.
But you were far away, dreaming of palm trees and those cocktails with the little umbrellas in it. Suddenly a pair of sneakers appeared in your view as you looked down at your phone, startling you, and you looked up.
'Miss?' the voice said again, and you locked eyes with the bearer.
You gasped softly at the insanely good looking, no, the just plain hot and sexy man who towered over you.
'Got me a little daydreamer here, huh?' the man smiled and hid one of his mismatched eyes with a quick wink.
Your cheeks heated up and you felt your limbs tremble out of nowhere, while your mouth went dry. You stared at the god-like man as if you were a deer caught in headlights, which clearly amused him as a half smile settled on his beautiful, sharp face. Beside his mismatched eyes, the man had a goatee, his shoulder length hair braided on top, tied in a small ponytail at the back, while the sides were recently shaved. He looked friendly yet dangerously attractive, with a tattoo on his neck up to the side of his head, a scar on his forehead and one on his cheek, while his arms were the perfect amount of toned, and his white shirt highlighted his muscular torso hidden underneath.
'I'm Sihtric,' he said, holding his hand out, 'I believe we have an appointment?'
You forced yourself to take his hand, and the firm handshake Sihtric gave you, while he repeated your name back to you, made you almost temporarily blind.
'I, uh,' you stammered, 'yes.'
'Come on in,' Sihtric smiled and held the door open for you.
You got up on your shaky knees, and you have no idea how you managed to walk inside the office that was part of his private gym, but you were glad you made it and sat down again. Sihtric immediately thought you were cute and had checked you out as you walked past him, before he offered you a drink. You emptied the glass of water before Sihtric could even sit down, and he raised an eyebrow when he leaned back and saw your already empty glass.
'Would you like another?' he chuckled.
'No, thank you,' you nearly wheezed.
'Okay,' Sihtric said, and he grabbed a pen to fidget with as he spoke, 'so, I need to know your goals and motives before I can decide if I will take you on as a client, or if you'd be better off with another trainer. You okay if I ask you some stuff?'
You nodded and reminded yourself to blink, before he'd notice you were straight up staring at him.
'Alright,' he smiled, licked his lips and opened his laptop. He pulled open a drawer and took out some reading glasses, which he put on while opening a document on his screen.
'So, why are you here? What is your goal?' he asked, looking at his laptop.
'Uh, well,' you swallowed hard, he looked even hotter with those glasses on, 'I… n-next year I have a trip booked, in the summer, and I just… for once, you know, want to… to look good,' you shrugged shyly.
Sihtric looked back at you, lowered his head slightly, frowned, and met your eyes as he looked over the rims of his glasses.
'Look good?' he shook his head lightly, 'lady, you're looking good as you are.'
'I- in a bikini, I mean,' you added, sweating, wishing you were in a bikini at a pool right now just so you could cool off.
His eyes quickly looked you up and down, and he tilted his head as he suddenly looked somewhat concerned.
'Tell me you are not here because your partner told you so,' he said, 'because then I'd like an appointment with whoever that is too.'
'Oh, no, no,' you said with big eyes, 'no, I'm… I'm single. I just… I'm doing this for me.'
'Okay, good,' Sihtric approved and pushed his glasses up his nose, 'then your wish is my command, lady,' he grinned, looked back at his laptop and started typing, 'so you want a so-called summer body then?'
'Yeah, I guess,' you chuckled, and Sihtric gave you a quick smile.
'So, what exactly do you want to work on? Do you just want toned arms? Or do you wish to get some abs or some serious leg muscles to show off?'
'Mainly my arms and abs, yeah,' you said.
'Mhm,' Sihtric hummed, then took off his glasses and looked at you as he leaned back in his chair, 'now, you need to understand that you can work out all you want, but it's more than that,' he said, 'it's also about your entire lifestyle. You have to eat healthy, get those proteins, you know? But also your mindset needs to be good. If you're not feeling it, your body will know. Everything is connected. You have to take good care of yourself. Eat well, sleep well, and train well. I can help you reach your goal, no problem,' he shrugged, 'but you gotta work for it. And I need to know if you're up for that. And I mean really be up for that, because if you decide after a few weeks that it's too intense, and the changes it requires in your daily life are too drastic, then please, do not waste my time. And just because you're cute,' he smirked, 'doesn't mean I'll go easy on you. In fact,' Sihtric leaned in over his desk, 'that makes me want to wear you out even more, and use up everything you got for me with each session.'
You stared at him, not remembering the last time you blinked, and you watched Sihtric lean back again.
'So, are you up for that?' he smiled.
'Yeah, I- I understand,' you said softly, 'I'm up for that.'
'Great,' Sihtric said, 'I'll need you to email me a schedule of your daily routine as soon as possible. I need to know what you eat throughout the day and how much you move around, so I can make a training schedule that fits you personally.'
'Okay.'
'I'll send you a standard list of the things I'll need to know now,' he said and clicked a few times on his mousepad, and a moment later your phone buzzed.
'Got it,' you smiled as you looked at your screen.
'Good,' Sihtric said, 'based on your reply, I'll set up the next meeting and then we can start. Any questions?'
'Eh, no,' you said, 'all clear.'
After you had finally recovered from, and accepted that, your personal trainer was a complete babe who wasn't planning on going easy on you, you replied to his email. You told him about your diet, workout history, which was basically nonexistent, and he needed to know if you had any previous injuries he had to take in consideration.
After about an hour you received a reply back, and your next appointment was already in a few days. Sihtric also included his number in the last email, and said you could text him during working hours if it was important, because he'd reply faster through texts than through email. You added his number and hesitantly texted him with your name, cursing yourself for being nervous to text a work number. But as it was already late at night, you didn't expect a reply, so you hit the send button and forgot about it. But when your phone buzzed only a minute later, your heart skipped a beat.
Sihtric: I told you to sleep well, yet here you are, saving my number late at night ;)
'Holy shit,' you mumbled, staring at your phone, 'fuck. Fuck! Why is he even answering?' You gathered all your courage and replied to him.
You: I thought you would only respond during working hours, yet here you are, also not sleeping well it seems ;)
You threw your phone on your bed and nearly screamed when it buzzed again, only seconds later.
Sihtric: fair play lady
Sihtric: just because I advise someone to sleep well, doesn't mean that I sleep well myself ;)
You: you'd sleep a whole lot better if you'd go to bed ;)
Sihtric: oh but I am in bed already ;)
You wondered if he was trying to lure you into something here.
You: well, so am I ;)
You: but then I will no longer bother you :) sorry if I did, I thought you'd have your work phone switched off actually
Sihtric: you're not a bother, doll
Sihtric: and I don't have a work phone, this is just my private number. All my clients have it
You: I see… and here I thought I was special :(
Sihtric: if it makes you feel any better…
Sihtric: you're definitely my prettiest client :)
You: you flirt with all your clients on here???
Sihtric: oh, for sure. The retired folks who I train with are simply irresistible ;)
You: oh and you're funny too, I see…
Sihtric: very much so ;) and I'll see you in a few days, pretty lady.
You were nervous once again when you walked into Sihtric's private gym. Not just because you knew it was going to be rough, but also because Sihtric looked even hotter than last time you had seen him. His hair was braided again, he was wearing a black sleeveless shirt and red sweatpants. While you were wearing an old shirt that hung loosely around your body, covering up your sports bra, combined with black gym shorts and comfy sneakers.
Sihtric had greeted you with a warm smile and wasted no time getting to work.
'You ever used dumbbells before?'
'No,' you smiled sheepishly, 'sorry.'
'No worries,' Sihtric said, 'here, try these.'
He handed you one of the lighter pairs, then grabbed one dumbbell to use himself, a much heavier one, and showed you how to do a bicep curl. But you barely understood him as your eyes were fixated on his flexing muscles.
'Like that, okay? You try it,' he said, 'three sets. One set consists of fifteen repeats.'
'Wait… fifteen?' you grimaced and Sihtric stared at you.
'Already complaining, doll?'
'N-no,' you chuckled.
'Thought so,' he smirked, resting his hands on his hips as he stood back, 'alright, entertain me now.'
You were already sweating before you even lifted one dumbbell, and you just had no idea how you were supposed to decently work out in front of Sihtric. He was way too good looking, way too sexy, and way too cheeky for his own good.
'No,' Sihtric shook his head as you tried to perform your first bicep curl, 'you're not holding it right, love,' he said and stepped closer, 'that way you're going to pull a muscle.'
He took your hand, guiding your fingers in the right position, and you swooned at the small lines tattooed on his fingers. Then he held your elbow with one hand, as he brought your hand up while holding the weight, teaching you the correct posture and movement of the exercise.
'Better that way?' he asked.
'Yeah,' you chuckled, 'thanks.'
You managed to get through the first set rather fine, the second set was a bit of a struggle, and when you reached the third set, you thought your arms would fall off. Sihtric stood back, clearly enjoying your struggle as he bit down on his lip with a smile. When you just barely finished the third set, Sihtric told you to put the dumbbells down on the floor.
'Feeling your arms now?'
'It fucking burns,' you laughed, painfully and out of breath.
'Good,' Sihtric grinned, 'that means we found you the right weights. The last set always needs to be a struggle, if it's too easy, you need heavier weights.' He winked and squeezed your already sore arm. 'Gotta put those muscles to work, lady,' he smiled.
After you did some more dumbbell exercises, it was time for sit ups. You were glad you could give your arms some rest and you sat down. But when Sihtric sat down in front of you, leaning in, holding your feet down to the floor as he told you to do as many sit ups as you could, you wished you were lifting weights again. He stared into your eyes each time you sat up, and each time it felt as if all the air in your lungs was punched right out at the sight of his mismatched eyes.
You had no idea how many sit ups you had done, it felt like fifty, but Sihtric said you only did fifteen.
'Come on, give me five more, doll,' he smirked, 'you gotta work for me.'
With a heavy and pathetic groan, you completed twenty sit ups, and you laid down on the floor, exhausted.
'God, I'm fucking boiling,' you huffed.
'I bet. You'd feel a whole lot better if you took off that shirt,' Sihtric said, slightly leaning over you as he still held your feet pinned to the floor.
You stared up at him, his smirk made your cheeks heat up even more, but you knew he was right. You didn't wear a sports bra for nothing, you just didn't think you'd get so warm after only two exercises.
'Yeah, maybe,' you said, struggling to sit back up.
You tried taking off your shirt, but your arms were so sore, you hissed at the movement.
'Fuck,' you grimaced, 'nevermind. My arms hurt too much,' you chuckled.
Sihtric hummed with a smile and leaned in again. 'Need some help with that?'
'I don't know,' you said, 'I'm paying you to help me get in shape, not to help me out of my shirt,' you laughed, which was also painful, but you tried to hide it, 'and… I don't know if I'm comfortable without a shirt,' you said shyly, but desperately wanting to give your body some air to cool off.
'Oh, please,' Sihtric said, 'I don't want you to pass out here because your body gets overheated, there's nothing you have to hide from me. I've seen every body shape, we're all just human,' he said and his tattooed fingers got a hold of your shirt. He slowly pulled your shirt up, over your head, 'And besides,' he smiled, handing you your shirt, 'me taking off your shirt is included in the price, just for you though,' he winked.
You choked on your saliva and desperately reached for your water bottle as Sihtric got up.
'But if it makes you feel more comfortable,' Sihtric said as he took off his own shirt, 'I'll join you by taking something off too.'
You emptied your entire water bottle in one go at the sight of his toned chest. His abs were insane, his biceps were to die for and his whole body… the things you imagined he could do to you in bed made you feel lightheaded. In the mirror behind him you noticed he had a concerning amount of scars on his back, and you wondered what his story was. You stared at his reflection while Sihtric threw his shirt in a corner and looked down at you, eyeing you up before he crouched down next to you, when he saw you were trying to hide your body by pulling your knees up to your chest.
'Listen to me,' Sihtric spoke softly, his face so close to yours, you felt his body heat, 'you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, doll. Honestly, I don't even know why you're here,' he smiled softly, 'you look perfect as you are,' he stared into your eyes and shrugged, 'but, if you wish to make some changes, that's all your choice, and I'm here to help. But you should never feel like you have to hide yourself, and definitely not for a personal trainer, okay?'
You smiled shyly and nodded.
'Good. Now,' he licked his lips, 'I want you to get on your hands and knees for me.'
'E-excuse me?' you asked, wide-eyed.
'For the plank exercise?' Sihtric frowned innocently as he sat back. But the faintest hint of a smirk on his face told you he knew exactly what it had sounded like.
'O-oh,' you chuckled.
'Why? You thought I meant something else?' Sihtric played dumb.
'I… I don't know what you mean,' you lied, but your laugh betrayed you.
'Sure,' Sihtric smiled and hummed, 'bet you like it that way, huh?'
You gasped and laughed again. 'I can't believe this conversation,' you chuckled, 'but fine,' you got a rush of confidence, 'yeah, maybe I do like that.'
Sihtric laughed, throwing his head back as he did, and you didn't even realise you bit down on your lip as your eyes got stuck on his exposed neck, and then your eyes wandered down his body, taking in the spectacular sight in front of you.
'Hey,' Sihtric said, smiling as he looked back at you, 'it's a good exercise if you have someone to join you.'
'Yeah, well, unfortunately,' you chuckled as you finally brought your body into the position he had requested.
Sihtric's eyes took you in for a moment and he licked his lips again. Then he placed one hand on your arm and one on your back, gently pushing you down on your elbows into the plank position.
'If your session was over already…' he said, not finishing his sentence.
You looked at him as he took on the same position next to you, joining you for the exercise.
'Then what?' you asked, feeling your abs hurting already as you held yourself up.
Sihtric stared back into your eyes, biting his lip as he effortlessly held himself up.
'Then I would've made your entire body sore,' he smirked, and you collapsed down on the floor.
After you had done your last round of shadow boxing, you were simply worn out. You dragged your feet towards the sink to refill your water bottle, Sihtric following you to do the same, but just before you reached it, your legs gave out underneath you. Sihtric caught you in his arms and carefully seated you on a chair. You didn't faint, but you got close, and Sihtric held the back of your head as he forced you to drink some water.
'Did you eat what I put on the schedule for you?' he asked, handing you a dextro.
'Not all of it,' you confessed, hiding your face in your hands as you waited for the sugar rush to kick in.
Sihtric sighed and clicked his tongue, then he moved your hands away from your face and cupped your cheeks.
'Listen, I am not telling you what to do because I simply enjoy telling you what to do,' he chuckled lightly, 'I am telling you what to do, because this is what I wanted to avoid. I am not making shit up, you really have to be prepared for a workout. You really have to take care of yourself.'
'I know,' you mumbled, ashamed.
'Then act on it,' Sihtric smiled sweetly and squeezed your chin lightly with his hand, 'you okay, doll?'
'Yeah,' you smiled, 'thank you.'
'You better not pull this stunt next time, lady,' Sihtric said, 'or you'll be doing ten more sit ups for me.'
You felt sore for days after your first workout, and Sihtric had checked on you through texts a few times throughout the week. You were just as nervous for your second workout, but equally as excited to see Sihtric again. But as fate would have it, your work scheduled a sudden meeting, which clashed with your training. You only found out on the morning itself, and you nervously texted your personal trainer.
You: hey, I'm really sorry, my work planned a sudden meeting this afternoon. I have to cancel our appointment…
Sihtric: is this you trying to quit, lady?
You: I swear it's not
Sihtric: better not ;)
Sihtric: what time you off?
You: I should be home around 8 in the evening…
Sihtric asked you for your address, saying there was no way you were skipping a training, and he'd come over to your place, if you'd let him, to still do your workout as planned. You agreed, desperately wanting to see him again, and the entire day you couldn't pay attention to anything else, other than the image in your head of how good Sihtric looked shirtless. You made sure to eat enough during the day, not wanting to nearly pass out again, and you anxiously waited for Sihtric to ring your doorbell in the evening.
When you opened the door, you nearly went down to the floor already at the sight of his long, slightly messy hair. This was the first time you saw him without braids, and you cursed him for looking so good. You wondered if he knew how good he looked.
'Thought you could skip a workout?' Sihtric smiled as you let him in.
'Honestly, no,' you laughed, 'I really had to work. It wasn't planned.'
'Sure,' he chuckled, knowing you weren't backing out, he just liked to taunt you.
'You always do house visits in the evening?' you taunted back.
'Oh, yeah, all the time,' he joked.
'Bet your partner is not happy with this?' you pried as you walked him into your living room.
'No one's keeping me in check, lady,' Sihtric smiled softly and put his gym bag on the floor, 'only got myself to look after.'
'Oh,' you said, satisfied with the answer, 'good for you. Do you want a drink?'
'Yeah, sure, why not.'
Sihtric followed you into your kitchen, and he traced his fingers over your bare arms as you poured him a drink, your breath hitching upon his warm touch.
'Still sore?' he smiled.
'Barely,' you said, handing him his glass.
'Hm,' Sihtric hummed and put the glass down on the kitchen counter as he stepped closer, towering over you, 'I should go a little harder on you tonight then.'
'Oh, really?' you chuckled, 'how hard?' you asked, your heart beating out of your chest.
Sihtric licked his lips and exhaled with a chuckle.
'Harder than you could possibly take, doll,' he breathed with a half smile.
'You don't know what I can take,' you said and shrugged lightly.
You bit down on your lip and Sihtric pressed his body against yours. He leaned his hands on the counter behind you and brought his lips close to your ear.
'You think you can take me?' he asked, his lips brushing against your ear as he laughed softly, 'hm?' Sihtric smiled and looked back in your eyes, 'think you can take me whole when I fuck you hard, lady?'
'You don't know what I can take,' you said again, breathier this time.
'You think you can take me when I push you down on your hands and knees?' Sihtric whispered, staring into your eyes, 'think you can take me when I pull your hair and spank your ass?' he chuckled and hummed, then bared his teeth before he smacked his lips, 'think you can take me when I show you every corner of the bed? Or when I throw your legs over my shoulders, going so… fucking… deep… into you, that it'll almost make you blackout?'
'I can take you,' you said, chest heaving up and down, just like his.
Sihtric chuckled again and brushed his lips over your neck, before leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses. You softly moaned at the feeling, allowing your head to fall back while he kissed and licked your sensitive neck in a teasing manner.
'How does that feel?' he husked, keeping you trapped with his body.
'G-good,' you smiled, and your hands moved up in his hair.
'You want more?'
'Yes,' you sighed.
'Beg pretty, doll,' Sihtric laughed softly, grinding his hips against yours, making you feel his hard cock, 'beg for more. Beg for me.'
'Fuck,' you hissed, pulling his hair, 'please… please, give me more.'
Sihtric groaned when you pulled his hair, and he wrapped his arms around you, pressing you firmly against his body. He continued his wet kisses on your neck, down to your shoulders, pulling down the strap of your sports bra with his teeth, before he ran his tongue back up to your neck, earning a desperate moan from your lips as you grabbed the collar of his shirt.
'Tell me what you want,' Sihtric whispered in your ear, and pinched your earlobe between his lips as his hand moved up to your neck, 'tell me,' he breathed, his hand wrapping pleasantly around your throat.
'Please,' you moaned, desperately, 'please, just fuck me. Fuck me anywhere you want, any way, just… please. God,' you sighed, 'I need to be fucked by you so badly.'
'I'll fuck you sore,' he rasped, 'you'll feel every single muscle when I'm done with you. And you'll still feel me inside you for days to come. You sure you can take that?'
'Ye-yeah,' you smiled and closed your eyes as he kissed your clavicles.
He brought his lips back up to your face, and finally captured you in a heated kiss. His tongue found access into your mouth with ease, and you kissed each other until you ran out of breath.
'Where can I have my way with you?' Sihtric whispered, his heavy-lidded eyes staring down at you.
You took his hand and led him up the stairs, to your bedroom. He picked you up, threw you on your bed with ease, and climbed on top of you with a soft laugh.
'Ready to work for me?' he smiled and dragged his tongue over your neck again, before he left another bruise on your skin as he pinched your flesh between his teeth.
'Oh, fuck,' you moaned, tugging his shirt, 'please…'
'Yeah, that's it,' Sihtric husked, grabbing your chin, 'beg.'
'Please,' you whispered.
'Beg,' he said again, more firm this time.
'Please, Sihtric,' your breath hitched in your throat.
'So pretty when you beg,' he smiled and sat back, taking off his shirt, and you moaned at the sight of him.
Sihtric grabbed your ankle and pulled you to the edge of your bed, 'on the floor,' he said, and you listened.
'Give me twenty sit ups,' he said as he pinned your feet down, 'you will count, and each time you mess up, you start over, you got that?' he asked and pecked your lips.
You were as confused as you were aroused. Was he going to fuck you or was he really only here for a workout? You had no idea, but you did whatever he asked. You nodded and you started your sit ups.
'One… two…' you breathed.
'You have no idea how hard I'm going to take you tonight,' Sihtric chuckled.
'T-three… f-four…' you struggled to stay focused.
'I'm going to use you up, doll, I'm going to fuck you so good, you'll never want another cock inside you again,' he smiled as he kept his eyes locked with yours each time you sat up, and he moved one hand between your thighs, rubbing firmly against your core.
'S-ix… no, fuck,' you messed up.
'Again!' Sihtric said, and he slapped your still clothed slit hard.
'Ah, fuck!' you cried out with a smile, and you tried to collect yourself again to start over with your sit ups.
'One… two… three… four…'
'Good girl,' Sihtric chuckled as he teased you with his hand again.
'Five… six… seven…'
'Such a good girl,' he breathed, and you lost count again.
You cursed and Sihtric pulled down your shorts, along with your panties, which he flung somewhere into your room. He laid down, propped up on his elbows, and he grabbed your hips, pulling your wet pussy up to his mouth.
'Start over,' his hot breath, his facial hair and his wild, loose hair tickled you, and he held you in a firm grip as he delved his tongue between your folds.
You squirmed in his arms, desperately trying to continue another set of sit ups.
'One… two…' each count was simply a desperate moan, as his tongue and lips pleased you in a heavenly way, 'three… fuck, Sihtric, oh god, FOUR!' you screamed as you felt his heavy moan against your core. 'F-five… six…' your voice trembled as much as your entire body.
Beside being overwhelmed with pleasure, your abs were killing you. But Sihtric had warned you that he wouldn't go easy on you.
'You won't get my cock if you don't do your exercises,' he smirked and licked your juices off his lips, before he went down on you again.
You continued your sit ups, and as tears rolled down your face, from the struggle and the intense pleasure, you finally reached twenty. Sihtric gave you one more firm lick before he moved up, and wiped his mouth.
'Fuck, you taste good,' he smiled, 'now get on your hands and knees.'
Finally, you thought, and before you turned away from him, you saw Sihtric take off his sweatpants. He kneeled down next to you and, like the first time, he pushed you down on your elbows, in the plank position. Sihtric took off his underwear and kneeled in front of you, and you were confused again. You thought he was finally going to fuck you, but he wasn't. Not the way you thought at least.
'Open,' he whispered, tracing this thumb over your lips, and you listened. He slowly brought his length inside your mouth and his hands settled in your hair. 'You know this exercise,' he smiled, 'you stay in this position for one minute. And if you fail,' he chuckled and raked his fingers through your hair, 'you'll have my cock in your mouth for as long as it takes for you to complete that minute.'
You moaned softly, desperately trying to not give in and lower your body onto the floor, while Sihtric slowly fucked your mouth. You desperately struggled the last twenty seconds, but Sihtric hummed with a satisfied smile as he pulled out. You gasped for air and chuckled.
'Good girl,' he whispered and kissed your lips.
'Told you… I… I could take you,' you grinned, out of breath.
'You think I was done?' Sihtric smiled, and he picked you up again.
He threw you on your bed again and joined you. He took your legs, throwing them over his shoulders, and pushed inside you with ease. You moaned hard at the feeling of his size, and as soon as you had adjusted, Sihtric fucked you hard and deep, just like he had promised. You screamed and cried out his name, loving every second of your workout, but you also knew he didn't lie when he said you'd feel him for days after. Which was exactly what happened. He did everything he told you he would. He took you from behind, pulling your hair and spanking your ass. He showed you every corner of your bed, as he flipped you over with ease with those strong arms. And when Sihtric came, after you were fucked sore and numb already, he held you in his arms, pressing soft kisses to your skin as you tried to recover.
'Was this… also included in your price?' you asked, tiredly, but with a grin.
'This was for free,' Sihtric chuckled, 'but you'll still have to pay for your sessions at my gym,' he said and cupped your cheek with his hand, 'but if you'd like, we could do these free workouts on a regular basis too.'
'They'll always be free?' you smirked.
'Hm,' Sihtric hummed, 'only if you'll go out with me,' he said and kissed your lips.
'Only if you promise that you don't do these kinds of workouts with anyone else,' you smiled.
'I promise,' Sihtric whispered and smiled.
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family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”
me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:
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IM AT A BIKE MEET!!!! I REPEAT, I AM AT A BIKE MEET!!!!
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anyone here is also an ao3 user? i’ve never really used it for fanfiction, but i’ve been thinking of the possibility of also posting baby steps there. idk, i’m not sure because i’ve always thought it was an website a bit complicated to use but that might just be me lol
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nightwing being hurt in the field, and over comms he can’t get out what was wrong, nearly in shock, and jason puts on his best batman™️ voice and says “robin, report.”
and it snaps dick out of it enough to say concussion, possible broken ribs, and a gash in his side.
no one talks about it, and then a year later, damian does the same thing to tim
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𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢 ; 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦
pairing: jason todd x fem! reader
summary: It was a normal night, till he had to look for you. And then, the storm began.
rating: 18+ (MDNI)
word count: 8k
warnings: pregnancy, talks of abusive parents, mentions of abortion.
a/n: as Jesus is reborn, so am I! Happy Easter to everybody that waited so long for this chapter to come out. I'm sorry it took me so long, but I got so busy this past month that if I hear anyone say 'illicit trade' or 'online trafficking' I might kill somebody lol. I hope this chapter compensates for the time, though. It is mostly Jason's pov, with references to the reader as she/her rather than you because I thought it might sound better. Idk, lmk if it's weird lol.
a/n 2: also, I can't begin to thank everyone for the incredible support in this series. I've got so many messages that had me on the verge of tears with happiness and how sweet they were. I trully hope I'm capable of continuing to bring you guys joy through this series and other stories. I love you all, and thank you so much for allowing me to finally let my ideas become words, and my words to have meaning
reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! ♡
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A cold shiver ran up Jason’s spine. The soft breeze coming off the opened fridge climbed up his shirtless torso, drying the sweat on his skin and leaving it cold and sticky. The nearly freezing water slid down his throat, giving him the refreshment he craved for after a long session of training, and an even longer day of work.
It was finally over. His session, his day, his week. Saturday couldn't have come sooner. Sighing in relief, he refilled the water bottle, shoved it back into it’s previous place and turned on his heel heading for a much needed shower. He was tired. Drained. And all he wanted to do was drop down in his bed and sleep for a whole entire night.
Picking out his phone from his joggers’ pocket, he took one last peek at the screen. Almost 10:00pm, and a weather report of an incoming rainstorm soon. Perfect, he thought. He loved to sleep to the sound of rain. So, he locked his phone, threw it on the sofa, and rushed to the bathroom, hoping to get a shower before it got too cold, leaving fast enough to get to bed before the raindrops started to fall.
He stripped down his pants in front of his mirror, a quick stop to admire his progress. Chest, arms, and back. All proof of his hardwork and commitment. And yet, a reddish mark by his neck was what really caught his attention. Roy had poked fun at it earlier, but his joke couldn’t be farther from the truth. A bug bite, as simple as that. An allergic reaction to a stupid bug. But that stupid reaction, that stupid mark, brought him back to the last time something like that was left on his skin.
Yn had left with countless marks after that brief session in a stranger’s office. Enough to last him a while. But not more than the first time he had you, right under the same roof he was at now. Marks on his neck, on his chest, arms, and back. If he thought too long of it, he could feel her lips warming his skin, making his mind go crazy, and his blood to boil.
Shaking his head, he tried to keep those thoughts away. It wasn’t time. It wasn’t appropriate. Yn was now the mother of his child. Nothing more than that. He couldn’t keep the thought lingering. So, sliding the glass door open, he entered the shower, hoping to wash away all the thoughts off his mind.
As the cold water hit his shoulders, relief spread to his entire body, even if the chilling weather of the start of fall was not the most adequate for such water temperature. Sinking his head under the cascade, he closed his eyes, mind emptying, and peace reaching him after a long and rough week.
It was silent in his head. But it wasn’t enough.
He couldn’t wash his mind off of Yn. It was first the night he had you over, and under him, moaning his name repeatedly in his ear. He remembered how soft her skin felt, how light was her touch, and yet he couldn’t forget the burning pain her nails had left on his back.
He drowned in the memory of her intoxicating smell, and how the skin under her ear tasted sweet. For a moment, even through the freezing water, he swore he could feel her blood catching fire running through her body, warming him along the way through their skins, glued to one another, tangled in each other, in a night he would never forget.
And then came the memories of the second time. How annoyed she was, and how easily she gave in to him. It was like her body responded to his, knowing it was only him that could give him the pleasure she craved. He missed the feral, animalistic, feelings of that afternoon, and how she fit perfectly around him.
Stop, he thought to himself, opening his eyes to the bright room. This isn’t okay. But again, it was already too late. His throbbing cock rested against his lower abdomen, hard and leaking. He smelled his arousal mixed between the smell of his soap, and his hand reached for his tip, light touches already driving him insane. Resting his hand on the cold porcelain tile, he allowed his eyes to close again.
And then, he remembered the picture. Sent to him just a few hours earlier. It wasn't dirty. On the contrary, it was as innocent as one could be. It was her, playing along with a baby toy, those usually overpriced, but that could distract even a grown adult. And thus she was, distractedly playing with the toy as a picture was snapped without her acknowledgment, and probably sent to him without her knowing either. Her barely visible smile caught his eyes immediately.
For the almost six months he had known her, it wasn’t a sight he got to see often, but that had been gracing his presence much more frequently now. It was beautiful. To him, it was art. Pure and soft. Bright and warm. He could watch it all day. He remembered the first time she smiled at him, in his kitchen, over snacks and laughter. Just before he had her pinned under him in the most intense lovemaking session he’d ever had.
He cursed himself. How could he turn an innocent picture into fire for his wet dreams? But how could he stop thinking of the soft skin of her neck, almost the focus of that picture, when it was exposed right there just for him to see? How could he stop his mind from wandering when it had been so long he had been with anyone? When he had been with her.
Only a few touches brought him his high, spilling all over his wall like a firetruck. Gosh, he hasn’t fucked anyone in so long it was almost pittyful. Feeling himself grow soft, he sunk himself in the water again, washing his face ferociously to wash the shame away. He wasn’t religious, but he prayed he could keep you out of his mind. He couldn’t keep doing it. Things had changed. It wasn’t appropriate. Fuck.
He walked to his bedroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Straight to his closet where, after a few minutes of searching, he found the new pair of sweatpants he had gotten. Gray like all others he owned. Putting it on, he returned to the kitchen, threw himself on the sofa, and prayed, while watching the darkened ceiling, that he could keep her out of his mind.
Soon closing his eyes, the darkness and the tiredness sank him into sleep. Letting go of lights and noises coming from the outside, he allowed the quietness to embrace him. However, his peace didn’t last long.
Underneath him, he felt the incessant vibrations of his phone, even if he couldn’t seem to find the device anywhere. It was just as the phone had stopped that he found it hidden between the pillows, and he unlocked the screen to a scary surprise.
Yn
6 Missed Calls
“What the fuck!” he screamed out loud, worry slowly creeping up his chest, weighing it down and making it hard to breathe.
She didn’t call him. Never. Not one single time. He was the one to always call and message to check if she was okay, or to start any conversation. Something must have happened, and going by the sheer number of times she had tried to contact him, it wasn’t good. Quickly unlocking his phone, he typed on the notification, calling Yn back straight away. She didn’t take long to pick up.
“Yn, what happened?” he questioned as soon as she picked up.
“Oh, thank god!” He heard from the other line, but the voice wasn’t hers. “Jason, It’s Vanessa here. Nessie. Yn’s friend.”
“H-hi, Vanessa,” he greeted through his wavering voice. “What happened? Where’s Yn?” he inquired. He wasn’t only met with silence from the other line, although Vanessa’s tense breathing indicated she was still on the call. With a demanding voice, he asked one more time, “Vanessa?”
“Jason…” She took a deep breath. “Yn is gone.”
It felt as if a heavy weight pulled his heart down, as it dropped lower than it ever had. Yet, his mind was empty, none of Vanessa’s words making sense to him. Yn was gone. Gone where? Why? Where was gone? He had so many questions, yet only once made it out of his lips.
“What?!” his voice faltered.
“She’s gone. I don’t know where to.” Vanessa’s voice too was shaky, and seemed to be holding back tears from falling down. “I heard everything through the walls but I was too afraid to go out and find him, because he scares the shit out of me. He’s really huge, you know, he could easily knock me down if I tried to help her,” Vanessa was rambling, and he could hear her incessant steps, as if she couldn’t keep herself still. “And they were fast too, by the time I got the courage to come out they were already gone, and…”
“Vanessa, calm down,” he requested, already fishing for a t-shirt and shoes from his bedroom. Whatever it was she was trying to tell him, it was worrying. Had someone taken her? Why?
“ ’m sorry. I-I just… I got her phone by accident. She accidentally left me with it when she handed me her shopping bags. So I’ve tried calling you ever since.”
“Are you at home?” he asked and got a hum in responde. “I’m coming over, okay? I’ll be there in a second. But who took her, Nessie, please. Who was it?”
“No one took her,” she started to explain, pausing for what sounded to be a glass of water. Jason too prepared a glass before he left. “Her dad kicked her out. He found out she was pregnant.”
“He did what?!” he nearly screamed on the line, blood beginning to boil. He hadn’t heard much about her parents, but taking by how shaken about the pregnancy at first, he had no doubts they were partially responsible for her nervousness.
“He found out she was pregnant and kicked her out of her apartment,” she repeated. “Well, technically it’s his apartment, he pays for ever- But it doesn’t matter now. She’s gone and we have to find her! She was crying, a lot, and she left with only a backpack and a small suitcase. She can’t have taken much…”
“And it’s going to rain,” Jason added, already sitting in his car after flying down his building’s stairs. It wasn’t just rain, but a storm. She can’t be out in a weather like that, I have to find her. “Wait for me downstairs. I’ll be in front of your apartment in just a minute. I promise we’ll find her.”
“Vanessa!” he screamed at the girl standing on the sidewalk, looking left and right before turning to face the voice that had just called her. Jason had parked by the entrance of the building, fancy enough to have its own doorman and a beautifully decorated lobby behind its glass front doors. “How are you? Have you got any news?”
“I’m fine. At least trying to. And no news of her yet. I tried looking up and down the street, but she’s not around here anymore.” She looked at him apologetic, eyes now evidently holding back a pool of tears.
“She can’t have gone far. She was walking, right?” he asked, looking around at the still fast moving traffic on that grim Saturday night. The sky was starless, and heavy clouds filled it instead.
“I’m so sorry, Jason,” Vanessa apologized, making him turn. Her chin trembled as her tears fell from her brown eyes. “I heard it all and couldn’t do anything. I’m so, so sorry.”
“Hey, Nessie,” he tried to soothe her, calling her by the familiar nickname he so often heard coming off Yn’s lips, and wrapping her in a friendly hug. “It’s not your fault. There wasn’t much you could do. But, please, tell me everything that happened. I’m still trying to understand it.”
Breaking off from his hug, Nessie ran her hands up and down her arms in search of warmth before looking up to meet Jason’s eyes. “Her dad is an asshole.” Oh really?, he thought. “We were coming back from the mall, you know. I sent you the picture while we were there.” He nodded. “When we arrived back her door was open, and it usually means that her parents are around. So she shoved me all of her bags before her mother could snoop in and claimed they were for my cousin’s baby shower. Before I knew it, there was screaming outside and when I went to look, her mother was weirdly pacing around and Yn and her dad were nowhere to be found.
“I thought of running down the stairs, but the elevator was already on the ground floor and I knew I couldn’t make it on time. So I just looked down the window and saw him pushing her into the streets. Her bags as well. I couldn’t understand what he said, but he was still screaming at her. Jason,” she called him, but his attention hadn’t gone anywhere. “She looked so scared, even from that far. I could see her crying, on the floor, and walking down the street. I heard movement, so I hid back in my apartment. I even heard a knock on my door, but I was too scared to open and just started calling you.”
Jason’s rage slowly grew as Vanessa continued her story. How could anyone treat family like that? He couldn’t picture treating his mother, father, or any of his siblings like that. And he specially could never imagine doing something similar to his own daughter. Whoever that man was, he wasn’t a father. He was a fucking monster he wanted to beat up so bad…
“Since she moved here for college he keeps trying to take her back to their hometown, because he says Gotham is a corrupt city and that it will “corrupt” his “baby” daughter,” Vanessa continued her story. “From what she told me, they frequent this church, and he’s seen as this “model citizen”. A joke, let me tell you. He was always controlling of her and her sisters, and they couldn’t ever walk out of line or it would ruin it for him, whatever he meant.
“I’m not sure if it’s up to me to tell you this, but it's not the first time he kicked a daughter out of home. He found out her sister kissed another girl at a party and threw her out. I guess having an unmarried pregnant daughter does the same to him and he kicked Yn too.
“I swear,” Jason ran a hand on his face. “I can kill this man.”
“Get in line. Although I do think you have more chances than me,” she tried to joke and Jason let out a dry laugh. He really could kill that man. With every single word from Vanessa, he only got worse.
A few drops of water hit his head, announcing the rain he eagerly waited for earlier was about to start. “We have to go before the rain gets heavier. She can’t be on the streets in a fucking storm.”
“I called a friend to help us look for her. He’s just by the corner. We can split up and find her quicker,” Nessie informed, waving her hand at a car that parked just before the two of them. She fixed her belt in the passenger seat while Jason rested his forearms on the window.
“You go down the street and look for her south. I’ll go north and look for her there. Nessie, please call me if you…” he instructed the guy when exalted voices caught his attention. Coming out of the glass doors of the modern apartment complex, a large man and his wife walked out of the building in a loud exchange, aiming for the taxi that had parked just behind Nessie’s friend black SUV. “Is that him?”
The sudden change in his tone frightened Vanessa, and she stood quiet for a while until she responded with quite uncertainty, “Y-yeah.”
In that moment, Jason’s knuckles turned white from how hard he gripped on the car’s window, and his face turned a bright shade of red. Letting go of the car, Vanessa’s scream wasn’t enough to stop him from stomping in the pair’s direction, not even her repeated attempts to hold at his wrist. He shook her hold easily, legs moving fast as he eyes were set on the man responsible for all of this.
Jason exhaled a trembling breath through his nose, and he could hear his own heart thumping in his chest. His arms hung as hard as stone to his sides, and his nails dug deep into the skin of his palms. There were a few blurry sports in his sight, and his eyes burned with anger. He was seeing red, both figuratively and literally, as the neon lights of a store close by shone brightly in shades of scarlet, painting the man’s frame in its bright colors.
The large frame of the man was closer. The bald spot in his head, now much more visible. He didn’t know the man’s name, nor how looked. They never shared a word, or even a glimpse at each other. But Jason knew, oh he knew, that he would never, ever again, let him step a foot close to his girl. He would never treat you like he did, and he would pay for it even if it came little by little.
That man would never get close to his child and its mother, and he would make sure he remembered his name. Or the feel of his punch.
“Hey!” Jason called him with a loud growl. The old man turned in his direction immediately, unaware of the fist flying into his face.
The man all but fell to the ground with a loud thud, as his wife screamed in despair. His rage not vanishing after he knocked the man down, Jason climbed on top of him, throwing punches left and right to the man’s face and stomach, until he felt his hands aching and he was pulled away from him by two pairs of strong arms.
“Stop! Jason, let go!” Vanessa screamed as he squirmed in the two men’s arms, wanting to go back to the man who failed to sit up while his wife cleared his bloody lips.
“Get over it, mate. Let’s find her,” said Vanessa’s friend, and just then he let it go.
His hand shook as he held the steering wheel. Knuckles bloodied and in throbbing pain. He still drowned in adrenaline from the well beat up he gave Yn’s excuse of a father. Vanessa’s friend, Dale, had followed him to the car to make sure he was alright to drive, but Jason assured him he was fine. The man got what he deserved, and Jason was glad he was the one to deliver it.
Alone in his car, however, he could finally allow his emotions to come out. As he drove up the opposite direction of Dale’s car, a loud scream left his lungs. Pure rage evaded his body, as his eyes burned with tears he hardly fought against.
Why is it that when it comes to us it is always so messy? Why can’t we catch a break?, he thought. From day one, everything with you was confusing, borderline stressful most of the time. He wanted better, quieter and more peaceful days. If he was having a hard time with all that is happening, he couldn't fathom how she’d be doing right now. And the baby. It certainly wasn’t healthy for the baby.
The lights became blurry as he tried to wipe the tears away, and he had to slow down his car to not cause any unwanted accidents. With the lower speed, he could more carefully watch the sidewalks, the remaining open stores, and street corners, all looking for any sign of her. At a traffic light, red made him stop, and his eyes roamed his surroundings.
However, the blinking lights of a ‘C’ were what trapped his attention. It was a clinic. An abortion clinic. He had to swallow dry as he tried to watch its inside through the glass door. The mere idea of Yn going by it making his heart drop. If that idea ever crossed her mind, he didn’t know, but he prayed it never did. He grew attached to it too quickly. To the baby, and to her. He’d been planning, purchasing, painting and drawing a future in his head, where the two of them would be a part of. He wasn’t sure he could let it go.
When the lights turned green, his foot pressed hard on the throttle, speeding out of there before he got even more nauseous. One street turned into another, and another, and another. Still not a sign that you were around. He was growing more and more desperate as the rain got heavier and heavier. If his hands weren’t hard glued to the steering wheel, they’d be trembling tremendously. It had been long since he’d felt like this. Alone, lost and desperate. A sense there wasn’t much else he could do, and that all he did didn’t seem to work. And as every single second passed without you there by his side, his anxiety multiplied by millions.
The rain now poured, as if the sky was about to fall down. People rushed around, their umbrellas doing nothing to shield them from the water, and coats and jackets getting drenched as they looked for shelter. He was driving desperately, looking for anything, any sign, any indication that you were safe. He checked his phone for messages from Vanessa, or a call from his brothers he had begged for help.
Dick had called his colleagues, giving them Yn’s description, asking them to keep an eye out. Tim and Stephanie were looking for you in every camera they would hack in the city, and Damian was probably begging rats and insects to lead him Yn’s way.
A lighting strike hit the ground and illuminated the sky. And then he saw it.
Hidden in the darkened entrance of a now closed store, sat on the floor, curled down in a corner, was a girl. A bright orange suitcase laying beside her, a blue backpack resting on her side, as she had her face shoved between her knees. Shaking, from cold and tears. A girl that couldn’t be anyone but you.
He stopped the car without thinking. Without caring if there was anyone behind him on the road. He just wanted to get to you. Stepping out, he felt the rain soak his head and his shirt, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was that he’d found you. Shouting into Gotham’s dark and gloomy night, he called her name and rushed to your side.
Her head bobbed up as quickly as he ran, and it searched around for the voice was coming from. When she realized it was him, she pulled herself up from the floor swiftly and into Jason’s arms, tangling her own around his waist and letting her face fall into his chest. Her tears soaked his shirt quicker than rain had done, and she shook in his hold and her loud sobs filled Jason’s ears.
His heart broke in one million pieces. The sight of her crying once again, too much for him to handle. He couldn’t even care for the harsh way in which she had slammed against his body, he was just glad you were there. Safe and in his arms. Thus, he held closer and tight, one hand caressing her nape and he left soft kisses at her temples.
“Hey, hey,” he cooed. “I’m here, okay? I’m here. You don’t need to cry anymore.”
Vanessa and Dale didn’t take long to arrive, but Yn didn’t stop crying even after they arrived there. The two girls, tangled in a tight embrace, cried on each other’s shoulders and the rain dropped as heavy as their tears did. Jason, on the other hand, tried to dry his eyes without anyone noticing, wiping the sleeve of his shirt on his face and turning away.
“You gave that man a good punch out there,” Dale’s raspy voice began by his side, bringing his attention away from the walls. “I would’ve done just about the same if it was my girl who was kicked out like that. Your girl should be happy she has you.” He tapped Jason’s shoulder, that way boys always do, and Jason let out a chuckle.
His girl. Yn was as much his girl as he owned the moon, and yet, he couldn’t make himself correct him.
“I just hope she will be fine.”
“I’ve heard she’s a strong one,” she chimed.
“Yeah!” he agreed with a smile. “My girl really is.”
Watching the two girls, he noticed Vanessa wipe Yn’s tears away, pushing her away then bringing her back into another hug that made Yn give out a teary laugh. She seemed to have calmed down, as no more tears ran down frenetically down her cheeks and her breathing seemed to have eased. Jason, then, decided to walk closer, with the other man trailing just behind. Yn soon took notice, as she gave him a smile as he approached.
“Are you gonna be fine?” Vanessa asked, rubbing a hand over her arm.
“I don’t know,” Yn answered. Her voice was weak, hoarse and fragile. “I don’t have anywhere to go.”
Jason noticed her chin restart to tremble, and he was about to hug her again if Vanessa wasn’t closer and quicker. Over her friend’s shoulder, Yn’s teary eyes caught his, staring at him sadly. Pulling away from the hug, Vanessa made an offer.
“I can make some space in my apartment for you. It isn’t big but I guess I make it fit, right?”
Giving her friend a soft smile, Yn appeared to agree.
“No!” Jason protested, louder than he had hoped. “I have a spare room. I was planning on fixing it for our baby, but you can stay there. It’s yours. Besides, it would be more practical,” he explained. “I can easily take you to appointments, or even for work. I wouldn’t mind. And when the baby arrives, I can help you with taking care of it.”
He eyed Yn hopefully. “C’mon. I’m the baby’s dad. I wouldn’t be right if I didn’t help you out.”
“I just don’t wanna be a bother,” Yn said.
“Yn, you could never bother me,” he stated.
Staring at her, Jason waited expectantly. He knew she was weighing every option and considering every mild detail. But he just wanted her to say yes. He wanted to have her near. It wasn’t just convenient, it was necessary. To him it was. To have her close meant to always know if her and the baby were alright, safe and taken care of. He wouldn’t worry if she had arrived home, or if she had gotten sick at work. He would know. Because he would be there.
Yn took her time thinking, while Jason agonized in his spot. He had built too much hope in such a short amount of time, he was scared of how he would be if she didn’t accept his proposal. After all, he was just the stranger she was having a baby with, not her best friend. But a response came out, eventually. Nodding shortly, Yn offered him a smile and a watery stare. A stare that said everything she didn’t need to voice, but that he caught anyway. Thank you.
“I’ll miss my neighbor,” Vanessa cried out, and hugged Yn tightly by her side.
“I’ll miss you too, nugget,” Yn returned. “But I’m sure Jason won’t forbid you from visiting me.”
“Would I even have the chance to?” Jason asked playfully.
“No!” they replied in unison, bringing out laughter out of the four of them. Even though the rain progressively got worse, finally, the mood had lightened.
Vanessa offered her jacket so Yn could get in the car without getting wet, and Jason was about to take her bags when Dale stopped him before he moved. “Take care of your girl, I’ll take the bags.”
Nodding in gratitude, Jason instead moved to your side. “Did you manage to get a lot? I mean, out of your apartment. Into your bags?”
Yn only shook her head.
“I can ask Mr. Emmons for the spare key and pick up some of your stuff,” Vanessa said, walking beside her. “He loved you, I’m sure he’d make that exception for you.”
“Are you sure?” Yn asked. “I really don’t wanna bother anyo…”
“Yn!” Jason and Vanessa scolded in unison.
“I’m sorry,” Yn let out a soft laugh. “If you want to, I won’t complain.”
It was past midnight when both Vanessa and Dale left Jason’s apartment. With them, four trash bags full of Yn’s stuff were brought in, and thus started Yn’s moving process. The girls worked on taking notes of everything that had come in the bags, and of everything there was missing. Vanessa was going to play dealer for a few days, and weirdly, she was very excited for it.
While they worked on the bags, Jason and Dale took a look at the spare bedroom. It was nearly empty, except from a few gym items and boxes laying around. With the other’s help, Jason cleared out the room, sweeping the floors and the spider webs off the walls. Also, he made a promise to find her a bed, somewhere. No one cared enough for dinner that night, and the pair left as nonchalantly as they had arrived.
“You can stay in my bedroom tonight. I’ll take the sofa,” Jason explained, once the two of them were alone. “At least until I can get you a bed.”
“It’s okay,” Yn reassured, and left him alone to take a shower.
While she readied to go to bed, Jason made sure he picked up everything he would need to sleep in the living room out of his bedroom. He didn’t want to bother her by coming in and out of it while she was there. He knew she was going to be uncomfortable enough for today, this new arrangement requiring time to get used to. So, he changed into comfortable clothes, prepped his makeshift bed with pillows and blankets, and waited for her to come out of her shower.
The faint water noises coming from the bathroom mixed with the storm sound coming from outside, creating a relaxing atmosphere he was grateful for after all the stress he’d gone through. He could only hope Yn felt as calm as he did now, that she wasn’t hiding any tears from him in her shower. But he knew it was asking for too much, she was not going to get over it this easily. She had cried a lot in the car ride to his apartment, and when he passed by the bathroom door he could hear her sniffles.
It killed him to see her like that. He’d do just about anything to make her stop hurting. Sat on the sofa, he thought about everything in his reach he could possibly attempt to do to ease her pain, but none of them were possible this late at night. However, as soon as the door opened and Yn came out, her hair wet and fresh smell spreading through the whole apartment, his thoughts emptied out to just her.
“I guess I’m going to bed now,” she shyly stated. Jason simply nodded, too stunned with how she looked in just a plain t-shirt and pajama shorts to form any coherent sentence. “Goodnight, Jay.”
“Good night, Ynie,” was all he said as he watched her close his bedroom door behind her.
“And Jay,” she suddenly reopened the door calling out for him. “Thank you for letting me stay here.”
Her soft smile was genuine, adorable, and made his stomach spin. In normal circumstances, he’d have told her she didn’t need to thank him for anything. Tonight, though, he didn’t want to argue.
“You’re welcome,” he offered her a gentle grin. But I’d make this your home even if you had yours.
Upon his return to solitude, he hoped the sounds of the night would lull him to sleep. He was tired, and on any other night he’d have dozed off easily. However, tonight wasn’t the case. Even if he closed his eyes, even if he was curled up comfortably, he couldn’t seem to fall asleep. He continuously rolled and rolled until he got tired of trying. So he fished for the remote in the total darkness of the room, and turned on the TV, the volume on the lowest, to see if anything in there could make him sleepy.
He had found a cartoon. One of those late night, highly inappropriate ones, and actually found it to be mildly entertaining. But the creaking sound of the door was more interesting. Lifting his head slowly to look over the back of the sofa, he found Yn peeking out of his bedroom.
“Can’t fall asleep?” he asked, and she just nodded. “Come here.”
Sitting up, he made some space for her to sit beside him, making sure he left her with the softest pillows. Adorably, she sat down and immediately pulled her legs up to her chest, hugging it protectively, and resting her chin on her own knees.
“What are you watching?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. However, his attention was now far gone from the TV. “I just put it on to distract me. See if I could fall asleep to it.”
Moments of silence followed. Yn’s focus on the cartoon, while Jason was fixed watching her. She looked so serene, it didn’t even look like she had just been kicked out by her own father. He wanted to ask her if she was alright, but he feared she would get mad with how much he had asked it since they’d arrived home. He also wanted to hug her, feel the comfort of her warmth and maybe fall asleep to it, but he knew it would be too much for one single day. So, he was content with the light brushes he’d get on her skin.
“Nessie told me what you did to my dad,” she said suddenly, and Jason got nervous about what she thought of it. It was still her dad, even with all the pain he had caused. He was afraid she’d be mad at him for it. So, he had to explain himself.
“He deserved it,” he quickly added. His throat was dry, but he still insisted. “He deserved it for what he did to you. I could not…”
“I get it,” she broke him off. “It just… feels weird. I’m glad you did, but also not.”
He understood.
“I was mad at him at some point, and thought of doing it myself. But he is my dad. I don’t think I could do it if it ever came to it. Even if I collected all the anger I harvested throughout my entire life, I couldn’t lift a finger against him.”
Her head moved, now facing him with her cheek laid on her legs. Her eyes were intense, but sad. Glowing, but it wasn’t happiness.
“I get it,” he told her. “I really do.” And he continued to look at her till it gave him courage to finally ask. “Was he this bad your whole life?”
She shook her head. “He had his good moments. Few, but they were there. We just had to be doing something he’d actually be happy about.”
“He’d always make us take the classes he wanted. Go to places where he liked to go, and where his ‘friend’ could see him, you know, boast about how great his family was. Even our friends he got to pick. They had to be from church, and from rich families. People we could fawn over, grow attached to like vines. I guess he thought if we were friends with them, he would become friends with the parents, and what better than rich friends for you to parasite, right?
“I don’t even know how he let me come to Gotham in the first place. He made my sister marry young so she wouldn’t go away for college, so I don’t know how he didn’t try that on me too. I mean, he did try, but none of the guys were actually interested in pursuing me for him to insist on it… What?” he questioned when she heard him scoff.
“Why wouldn’t they be interested in you?” he let out before he knew it. Yn shyly hid her face from him before continuing.
“I kinda looked mad all the time.”
“Oh, really,” Jason mused, earning a slap on his bicep.
“I was just… an angry teenager,” he gave her a look. “And young adult too, okay?” she let out a brief laugh. “I don’t know why, I just was. Am. I don’t know. They were just always up my ass, and I guess it got me riled up. I could talk back to them, he might have killed me if I did. So I just… I just…”
“Stocked up with anger?” he finished for her.
“Yeah, I stocked up with anger. And didn’t know where to let it out,” she said, and went quiet for a while. “Was your family as insane as mine?”
“Sorta,” he scoffed. “They are wild, but not bad.”
He didn’t want to talk much, but she looked at him curiously. Almost begging him to talk.
“I was adopted when I was nine. My father had already adopted my older brother, and after me he got Tim, Steph and Cass, and then he found out he had a biological son that is just like him and annoying as shit. I’ll tell you, Damian is a lot. He adopted a cow and just told Bruce to deal with it. Kid is insane. ”
The girl looked at him baffled. A cow? Where would a middle class kid raise a cow in Gotham?
“That sounds… fun,” she gave him a big smile.
“Really?” he wondered.
“My family never did anything out of the ordinary,” she stated.
“My family doesn’t know what ordinary means,” he joked. The two of them laughed, TV show long ignored. Jason never forgot how, when she wanted it, her company could be so pleasant. He felt like she really listened to him, that she didn’t think his takes or stories were just a joke or meaningless. He actually enjoyed having her around, and hoped moments like this would become more frequent with her habiting the same place as him.
“You know,” he found the confidence to start speaking again. “I lied to you… That day at the doctor.”
Yn eyebrows frowned in a questioning look, and so, Jason continued. “I… My birth parents. I know who they are.”
He felt guilty that day. For lying so blatantly. But it was something too personal for him, something he hadn’t shared with many. It was a part of his life that still hurt him, even if years had passed, and he had finally gotten a new family. He wasn’t ready to share it then, not in front of a doctor, a total stranger. And he knew the risks of his lie. He was omitting important information for his baby’s health and future, but he wasn’t ready. In fact, he didn’t even know he was ready now. But Yn had been so honest, so open about that part of her life, one he knew now caused her much pain, that he felt the need to offer something back.
It was Yn’s soft hum that broke him from his thoughts and made him continue. “They were addicts. Very poor. I know they did the best the could to raise me, but their addiction was unstoppable. My dad started working with bad people to put food on the table. Last time I checked on him he was in jail. Might as well be dead by now, I haven’t cared to look him up.” His voice came out low, timid. A lump tightened his throat, making it hard for him to speak, but he still insisted. “My mom… She passed away. I’m not sure if it was the drugs, or if she got sick. I just remember her looking really bad.
“I was on the streets for a while, stealing tires and other things, when my father found me. He took me home, gave me food, and I haven’t left there ever since. I mean, I have my own home now, and life wasn’t easy there either, but they still are everything I have. I guess that’s why I grew attached to you so fast… I-I mean, the baby. The idea of the baby. I think I just wanted to have something that is really mine, that I can say I was the one to build and care for. My own family. I just got excited, you know. Let me show you something.”
Avoiding the tears by a millisecond, Jason stood up from his place and went to his closet. There, in the same place he had left it ever since he had bought it, he took the deep brown romper, with cute little ears and an even cuter fluffy tail. He saw it just a few days after Yn came to his apartment with the news he was going to be a dad, just as the idea started to settle in. He hadn’t told his brother, nor his father. The idea just lingering in his head, and once he found it on-line, he had to get it. He proudly got his baby’s first outfit on a whim. But it was too perfect to let it pass, and it was on sale too. It must have been a sign.
Walking fast back to the living room, he dropped at her side on the bouncy cushion. “I got this on-line I think two weeks ago. I thought it was adorable and I just needed to have it. I saw so many babies wearing those on the internet that I couldn’t stop picturing my own baby in one of them. Strolling around, you know. Stumbling on his, or hers, steps, or crawling around in it. Like an actual bear,” he let out a laugh, admiring the garment in his hand.
When he turned to look at Yn, though, he found her eyes watery. Her chin trembled as she bit her bottom lip, an attempt at making it stop. Jason wondered if he had said something wrong. If he had hurt her unknowingly. His own heart started to beat like crazy, bleeding pain upon her painful expression. “Yn? Did I say something wrong?”
“No!”, she cut him before he could finish. She dried her eyes with her hand and continued, “I’m just tired. It’s been a long day, Jay. I’m gonna head to bed.”
Placing a quick peck on his cheek, she might as well have run back to the bedroom. Her sniffles, barely audible. She left him alone, to his own torturing thoughts of what he might’ve just done to make her react like this. Or was it just the hormones? Did pregnant women just act like this?
No matter the answer, he stood in the darkness of the night and in the coldness of the rain. But the lingering burn of her kiss on his skin kept him warm, and could finally sleep soundly.
Sunday was quiet, and Nessie had spent the whole day by your side. Not much talking happened between you, her, or Jason. You just hung around, in silent company.
Jason, somehow, had gotten you a bed, and he and Dale, who had stopped by per Nessie’s request, built it in an instant. The room that was now to be yours wasn’t large, but it was enough. You had to learn to leave with enough now. Jason told you he would help you decorate as you wished, even though he had just painted the walls white in expectation of the baby’s gender. He sounded like he was full of ideas for a nursery, excitedly talking about items he had seen on-line or at stores. Nessie joked he might be the one nesting, and not you.
She left early this time, and your dinner with Jason was shared in silence. The two of them had tried to convince you to call in sick at work on Monday, to try to relax a bit more. Let your new reality sink in. But you knew you couldn’t. Sandra needed you, and you needed the distraction.
When morning came, the sun rays hit you straight in the face, the lack of curtains allowing the room to be bright and warm even if it was still early. You came out still in your pajamas, and immediately the smell of food filled your nose. The past few weeks of your pregnancy made you slightly wary of the smell’s potential to make you sick, but it was impossible to deny it smelled good and tasty.
“Good morning,” Jason greeted with a beaming smile. He seemed to be ready to head out to work. “I made you some breakfast. I’ve already eaten.”
“You got me feeling like a baby with all this food and stuff,” you commented. But it was true, he had been doing just about everything to make you feel comfortable and at home in his apartment.
“Hey! You are a baby,” he stated, and you scoffed. “At least while you don’t deliver my baby, you’re baby.”
You rolled your eyes at him, unable to hold back a smile. “Anyway, I have to go now. Are you really going to work today?” he asked. You just nodded. “Okay…” he breathed out. “If you need anything. And I mean, anything, don’t hesitate to call me. I’ll be ready to answer you whenever.”
“You don’t have to worry, Jay,” you started, but one notification from your phone stole your attention briefly. “I’ll be alright. I promise.”
Jason looked at you as if he didn’t believe your words. His deep blue eyes boring into yours as if he tried to catch your lie in them. With a deep and long exhale, he accepted, or at least he pretended, that you would be fine without him. “Still, call me, okay?”
“I will,” you promised. “But I don’t think I’ll need to.”
Sitting on the island stool, you took a look at the meal he had prepared you. It really did look as delicious as it smelled. But you suddenly weren’t hungry.
You watched him pick up his bags, put on his shoes and leave. The guilt eating at your chest the entire time. He waved you goodbye with a large grin, happy to be starting his week it seemed. Yet, this morning, you struggled. You couldn’t bring yourself to eat with the notification staring right at you. A memory of your darkest hour.
Picking up your phone, you read it one more time.
Clinic girl
Are you still going to schedule your abortion appointment?
It still stung as strong as it did minutes ago, when you first saw it on your screen. Your mind battled with the idea, even though you knew your answer very well. The smell of the food suddenly was making you sick, and your appetite, by this point, had completely vanished. Rubbing at your temples, you decided on putting an end to it.
You
It won’t be necessary.
Putting your phone away, you got up to change. And you changed quickly, just like your life had done. Quick and sharp like an arrow, or an assassin’s blade. Changing everything in its course. Soon, you were closing the apartment’s door behind you, taking one last glimpse of what your life had become. Of what your future was going to be. You and him. Your baby soon to come in.
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