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akairawrites · 7 months

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Cats Out The Bag | Damian Wayne Imagine

Curiosity Killed The Cat part 2

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You could feel the cool night breeze against your cheeks as you gracefully leaped through the air. It was a tranquil night in Gotham, the perfect backdrop for criminal activities.

Upon descending from the side of the building, you headed toward the front entrance. Naturally, the door was locked. You reached for a bobby pin from your hair and crouched down to examine the lock. Inserting the pin, you heard a satisfying click as the door unlocked. A self-satisfied smile crossed your face as you returned the bobby pin to its place. Inside, you inhaled deeply and exhaled, a smirk forming as you dropped your duffel bag. Rifling through it, you retrieved a homemade C-4 like device. With practiced ease, you entered a password on the screen and affixed it to the wall near the safety deposit boxes. After a few seconds, the device beeped, and the boxes popped open with a hiss. Your first-time trial was a success, and you couldn't help but smile.

Swiftly, you went through almost every box, finding mostly deeds and divorce papers. Fortunately, you stumbled upon some jewelry, and someone even carelessly stashed a wad of cash inside, which you promptly pocketed.

Once your bag was stuffed, you exited the building unnoticed. Scaling the side of the building, you reached the rooftop to survey your surroundings, ensuring no heroic intervention was imminent. As you counted the money you had collected, a pair of feet landed behind you. You sighed in annoyance and slowly turned around, still clutching the cash.

To your surprise, it was Robin.

A few years back, after robbing a jewelry store, Selina had persuaded you to take a break from a life of crime, deeming it too perilous and unpredictable. Only recently had she allowed you to return to your illicit activities. You took a moment to observe him, noticing his increased muscularity and shorter hair. With his mask on, he would be unrecognizable anyway. "You got taller," were your initial words.

Little did you know that Damian was scrutinizing you as well. The last time he'd seen you, he was just 14 years old. Normally, he wouldn't care much about his adversaries, let alone think about them as much as he did about you. Even though you had bested him the first and only time you'd crossed paths, he couldn't help but think about you.

"And you got curvier," Damian blurted out, unable to prevent the words from escaping his mouth. He mentally scolded himself for succumbing to his intrusive thoughts.

You gave him a quizzical look, unsure if he was attempting to flirt with you. He didn't strike you as the flirting type. Shaking your head, you slapped the cash against your palm and rocked on your heels. Slipping the money into your bag, you slung it over your shoulder. "Well, it was nice seeing you again, but I gotta go." You turned to walk in the opposite direction, but a force struck you from behind, sending you tumbling to the ground, landing on your stomach with your chin scraping against the pavement. You groaned and rolled over, just as Damian unsheathed his sword in a graceful forward roll.

"Didn't your mother teach you not to hit a girl?" you taunted.

"No, she threw me into the League of Assassins, where I was trained to be a cold-blooded killer," Damian replied.

Damn.

Damian rushed toward you, his sword slicing through the air. Swiftly, you rolled out of the way, but he managed to slice open your bag instead. You stood up as he charged at you again, the absence of your bag making the fight a fairer match. You assumed it would be easier to defeat him this time, just as you had when you first faced off.

As you prepared to throw a punch, Damian seized your wrist and struck your elbow, simultaneously sweeping your leg from under you. You crashed to the ground, landing hard on your back and knocking the wind out of you. He threw away his sword and grabbed you by the collar of your suit, cocking his fist back and delivering a punch to your face. The ringing in your ears intensified as the blows continued.

Foolishly underestimating Damian, you realized he was much stronger than he had been four years ago. He was giving his all, determined not to stop until you were defeated. Gathering enough energy, you managed to kick him off you. As you wiped your nose, feeling the blood trickling from your lips, you stood up, reminding yourself that you were not your mother.

You landed a few punches, but Damian's strength remained a significant advantage. He kicked you in the stomach, causing you to tumble toward the edge of the building. He slowly approached you, grabbing you by the hair to lift your head off the ground. He surveyed your bloodied and battered face, sighing as if regretting what he was about to do. With nothing left in you to fight back, you braced yourself as he delivered a final blow that sent you over the side of the building, hurtling towards the ground.

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You clutched your book tightly to your chest as you navigated the bustling hallway. Skillfully, you maneuvered past the people blocking your path, making your way to your locker. After shoving your books inside, you retrieved the ones needed for your next class. However, you couldn't shake the feeling that someone's intense gaze was fixed on the side of your head. You glanced to your left and found yourself locking eyes with a pair of piercing green ones. Damian stood only a few feet away, next to his own locker. You let out a resigned sigh, anticipating that he might deliver another one of his lectures.

A few weeks ago, Damian had been assigned as your tutor for the rest of the year, given your struggle to keep up with your classes due to frequent absences. Neither of you had welcomed this arrangement, but your slipping grades left you with no choice but to accept help, even if it meant being tutored by the most arrogant person you'd ever encountered.

As Damian approached, you couldn't help but speak up, "What do you want, Damian?"

"I want you to meet me at my dorm once classes are over," he stated, his tone more commanding than inquisitive. You arched an eyebrow and closed your locker. "For what? We don't have anything scheduled for today."

He merely sighed. "I just need to have a word with you," he said and walked past you without further explanation. Your eyes tracked his retreating figure as he disappeared down the hall. You couldn't help but mutter, "Who does he think he is?"

After the school day ended, you complied with his request and made your way to Damian's dorm. You knocked and waited for a few moments, unsure of the reason behind this unusual request. Damian seldom engaged with you outside of tutoring, making it clear that he wanted nothing to do with you ever since you'd punched him in the face.

Once Damian finally came to the door, he said nothing when he saw it was you. He just stepped out of the way, allowing you to enter. You walked into the small dorm room, which was plain but tidy. The walls lacked decorations, reminiscent of how your dorm looked when you first moved in. Damian's tie and blazer lay discarded on his neatly made bed, leaving him in his half-buttoned dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves.

“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” you asked, taking a seat on the edge of his bed, being careful not to disrupt the bedding.

Last week, when Damian came to your dorm to study, his eyes caught sight of something on your nightstand—an emerald green necklace that almost perfectly matched the color of his eyes. It had looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. A few days ago, it finally clicked in his head where he had seen it before. Too much evidence pointed to you being someone he desperately did not want you to be. He would never admit it, but you were growing on him, and he secretly enjoyed your company. To confirm his suspicions, he needed one more piece of evidence.

"Let me see your hand," Damian abruptly requested.

"What?"

"Your hand, let me see it." Without waiting for your response, he took hold of your hand and examined your palm. He noticed a scar running diagonally across it, he remembered when you came to school with it bandaged up. You had told people it resulted from a kitchen accident, but he knew the truth. Damian was piecing everything together like a puzzle. It would explain why he often caught you sneaking into the dorms late at night, as well as why you were frequently late to class and tutoring.

It was you.

He just couldn't figure out how you were alive. He had believed he killed you. His heart ached at the thought.

You watched as Damian traced the scar on your hand with his thumb, his touch sending a tingly sensation through your skin.

"Damian...?" Your voice came out softer than intended. When he heard his name, he looked up at you, his eyes conveying a mixture of fear and regret, emotions you never thought you'd see from him.

"I know," he simply stated.

Confused, you shook your head. "You know what?"

And then it clicked. He KNEW. Why else would he be so interested in your scar? You thought you had done a good job of keeping it hidden. In fact, you had done a good job. The only way he would know was if he had been there.

You withdrew your hand from his. "You're Robin?" You didn't receive an immediate response, which confirmed your suspicion. You sighed, unsure if you should be upset or not. After all, it's not as if the two of you were best friends who had promised never to lie to each other. You did feel somewhat guilty for beating him up, but he had almost killed you in return.

"I'm sorry," he finally admitted, looking away, as if he couldn't bear to make eye contact while apologizing. It was a momentary lapse of his ego.

"Damian Wayne apologizing?" you said, a smug grin on your face.

He rolled his eyes. "Don't get used to it."

You laughed and playfully nudged him. You noticed a small smirk tugging at his lips, and it made your own smile grow wider.

Surprisingly, you both sat in a comfortable silence for a moment before Damian decided to break it.

"How did you survive that fall anyway?" he asked.

You chuckled. "No one told you? I'm like a cat, Damian. I have nine lives."

If you couldn’t tell I tried to avoid having to come up with a alias for Y/N…anyway,

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siriusblackloml · 6 months

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Day 5 - Draco Malfoy (Kinktober 2023)

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 500+

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: swearing, dom/sub implications, mommy kink, degradation, unprotected sex, MDNI (18+)

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist┊Day 6

You loved teasing Draco into oblivion on multiple occasions. Due to the opportunity to see how pitiful he was willing to behave in order to obtain a release, it was probably your favorite thing to do in the whole world if you had to be completely honest with yourself. Knowing he was about finish it drove you even further to the edge. It was overpowering in all the nicest ways to see him writhe and wince with each push of your hips down on his length.

Draco groans as your hole grips his girth, causing him to feel so terribly good. The harder you ride him, the tighter he clutches your hips. He whines loudly, "Oh my- fucking hell, you're just amazing, baby."

“Such a good boy. My own little fucktoy, aren’t you Draco?” You ask him in a sultry voice. Your cunt continues to tighten its grip on his cock. Your juices are leaking down your thighs and onto Draco’s own, but it only made the sensation of riding your boyfriend even hotter.

Your thighs squeeze the boy harder in order to force an answer out of him. Draco’s eyes nearly roll to the back of his head, throwing himself back even further into the pillow he laid resting on. His fingers dug into your skin as he moaned loudly. He tells you in a pathetic whimper, “Y-Yes mommy, love being your fucktoy.”

“You like it when mommy calls you that, don’t you? Such a dirty little slut for me. Fuck my pussy, Draco, make me cum real hard on your cock.” You encourage him, picking up the pace. You slam down on his length over and over again. Listening to the repeated squelch of your own liquids against his member makes you groan.

Draco’s a mess now, thrusting into your body to try and help you achieve your finish. Your palms lay against his chest as you embrace the roughness of his thrusts push you over the edge. In a couple of seconds, the knot in your stomach bursts and you find yourself clenching around his length. As you move your hips back and forth, you sense Draco releasing himself shortly after. He finishes inside of you, sliding his hips in and out slowly and carelessly, which only caused his seed to leak out around his own cock and onto the sheets of the bed.

You can’t bring yourself to get up from the current position; your thighs were on fire from all the work you had to do. Work that was totally worth it, of course. You lean forward and rest your head on Draco’s chest, listening to the rapid thumping of his heartbeat. His fingers find their way to your hair as he runs them through your thick locks over and over again.

“Thank you, mommy.” He whispers, hugging you into his chest.

“You’re welcome, baby.” You tell him through a soft smile. It was moments like these that you wouldn’t trade with anyone else in the world. Draco was so special to you, and there was no way you were ever going to lose him.

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strangeshoepatrolbandit · 1 year

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Prompts 10 and 14 with reader and Dick Grayson please

Brotherly Love

Short story

Warnings: None.

Is this similar to (THIS POST!)? Yes.

Is it still cute? Yes.

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Dick had been staying at the Manor, it was nice. Usually, he was away in Blüdhaven, where he lived.

His presence brung a new vibe to the house. You could especially notice this when the bass of a pop song was traveling through every crevice of the residence. You had lost count of how many times the song he was listening to would loop. But the clock in your wall had told you how long it's been happening. The scarce knowledge of music that you have and the repetitive use of certain words had urged you to open up your phone and use the search engine.

"I'm bringin' sexy back

You motherfuckers watch how I attack"

SexyBack!

By...Justin Timberlake?

Now you had a name for the song that's stuck its self to your brain like glue.(and apparently Dicks)

You quickly hopped out of bed and into the hallway, using your muscle memory to take you to a certain brother of yours room.

You knocked loudly. "Dick!"

No response.

"Richard!" You yelled, banging on his door.

No response.

The vibrations from the music were much more noticeable as you stood in front of his door. You could feel every change in the bass as you grabbed the door handle. Slowly, you cracked open the door, hoping that you don't see anything that you don't want to. Thankfully, Dick was just sitting on his bed. You fully opened the door, causing him to look up and reach for his phone, finally turning down the song that has been playing on repeat.

"Hey, I just wanted to check if you're okay. You've been listening to SexyBack on repeat for an hour." You revealed. You watched as an overjoyed smile subconsciously formed on his lips.

"You know Justin?" He asked.

"No, I have never met Justin."

Dick let an abrupt shout of laughter fall from his lips. He leaned forward as all of the air left his body.

"Anyway, I'm going to see an old friend." He stated, standing up and showing off his outfit. "Do I look good?"

You let a smile curl on your lips. "No."

"Very funny." He whispered, rolling his eyes at you.

~☆~

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cherryobx · 1 year

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Hiii love!! Congratulations with 1.7k and happy birthday❤️ Hope you have an amazing day! For the sleepover celebration I would like to request a jj x reader (ofc) with the prompt “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

thankss!! 💗

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 || 𝐉. 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

warnings: mentions of weed and getting high, mentions of making out

a/n: thank youuuuu!!!! <33

You told JJ that you did not have enough gas in HMS Pogue's tank to take a trip to Haywards and back but did he listen? Obviously he did not.

So when you started to hear sputtering sounds coming from the back of the boat, you knew exactly what had happened.

But before you could open your mouth JJ said, "´Yeah, yeah, I know. 'I told you so'."

"Well, I did tell you so but you didn't listen to me."

He sat down beside you, the boat slowly coming to a stop. You weren't even close to John B's or Haywards so your chances of someone noticing you and coming to help were very slim.

"Did you at least bring your phone with you?" you asked but he shook his head.

"You?" You shook your head as well.

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

"So?" You turned your head to look at the boy sitting next to you.

"I think we should get high and make out."

"You brought stuff for that but forgot your phone? You're unbelievable."

"Is that a no?"

"It's a yes, obviously."

celebrate w me!

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smurfingg · 8 months

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sakura got back into her normal routine of drinking, dancing, and trying to forget what had happened a few nights prior. shetried to invite robin out with her, but she wasn't responding to any of sakura's texts...

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apenitentialprayer · 2 years

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Rukuei thinks children are hope, but they're not! They're terror. A child is like a limb that can be torn from you.

Shetri Laaks (Mary Doria Russell’s Children of God: A Novel, page 388)

#parenthood #fear #loss #The Sparrow

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yunaevis · 2 years

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hii 🎨 ( gif tag is #shetried 💀 )

PFFT that tag tho- 😂

𝗠𝗬 𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗧: is this jungkook one! Don't even listen or watch BTS much anymore but it's such an adorable set, I'm always a fan of big gifs and the coloring is pretty, so triple kill <3 also in your words, those gifs are clearer than my glasses 👀

send me a 🎨 with your gif tag and I'll tell you what's my fav set from your first ten recent ones

#replies #i forgot what emoji u used noo 😭#could u pls remind or choose one sksjksjsjs pls excuse my memory 😔#🌱 hi ivy!

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jeonqquk · 2 years

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pretty boys ♡ for @pauls-mccharmly ( cr. qdeoks )

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kentuckyboyharlow · 2 years

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She ended standing towards the back of the friend group then eventually left with sunni to get a drink. So that's where a narrative may have come in for them from someone since there was like a group of 20 fans around them and it was misinterpreted and a few girls were taking pictures of her and whispering to each other.

1st part:

A bunch of us met urban by the picnic tables after he posted a video of him sitting there. Clay wasn't even around her when I met Urb and the rest of them. She seemed kinda quiet when everyone was taking pictures with themthen someone waved to her and she smiledand complimented their outfit and then shetried to walk away and Urb asked where shewas going and she said to get a drink and he grabbed her arm and pulled her back and told her to wait for someone to go with her.

Does this go into why urban tweeted what he did???

#anon

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akairawrites · 5 months

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Dear Diary, pt2 | Damian Wayne image

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𝖸／𝗇 𝖫／𝗇 𝟣／𝟣𝟣／𝗑𝗑𝗑𝗑 𝖯𝗀𝟧𝟤

Dear Diary,

Damian and I have been dating for a while now. Despite the time we've spent together, there's still a lot I don't know about him. He's not very open, especially about what he does outside of work. This leaves me with a nagging feeling that he might be hiding something.

When his phone rings, he often leaves to answer it, claiming it's work. I don't want to jump to conclusions, but the secrecy raises concerns. I find it hard to believe he's cheating, given his busy schedule, but the uncertainty lingers.

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"What are you writing?" Damian inquired. You looked up from the pages in your diary, noticing the towel wrapped around his waist. Another towel was in his hand, used to dry his hair. You hadn't realized he had come in.

You quickly shook your head and closed the book. "Nothing," you replied, placing the book on the nightstand. Rising from your spot on Damian's bed, you walked up to him, catching the fresh scent of soap. You reached up and planted a quick kiss on his lips before heading to the bathroom to freshen up before bed.

Damian observed as you left, and once you were out of sight, he took your place on the bed. His eyes focused on the book he had often seen you writing in. Despite knowing it was wrong, an intriguing impulse led him to pick up the book and slowly skim through the pages, eventually reaching the most recent and unfinished entry.

Reading the few lines, guilt immediately washed over Damian. He hadn't intended to be distant, but his responsibilities as Gotham's new Batman left him with no choice but to maintain secrecy. The idea of you suspecting him of cheating pained him deeply. Closing the book, he carefully returned it to its place.

Before you emerged from the bathroom, he swiftly pulled on his clothes. As you walked back into the room, he met your smile and joined you in climbing into bed, silently grappling with the weight of the secrets he carried.

He switched off the light beside him and pulled you loser to his chest a sigh left his lips as he did so.

“Whats wrong?”

He hesitated before speaking. "I'm sorry if I seem a little distant; I've just been busy with work." Pausing for a moment, he debated whether to reveal his secret identity. "And other things..."

You rolled over to face him you caught a glimpse of his green eyes in the darkness “Other things like what Damian?” you so desperately wanted him to open up to you and let you in.

Damian gazed at you, evident conflict in his expression, revealing a desire to share something. Another sigh escaped through his nose, and he closed his eyes briefly. When he reopened them, he gently reached up, caressing the back of your head with his hand.

Uncertain of how to broach the subject, he grappled with the idea. While he had contemplated telling you before, the realization that the moment had arrived sooner than expected weighed on him.

Without another thought Damian muttered the words “I’m Batman”

You felt a mix of surprise and disbelief wash over you as Damian revealed his alter ego. The pieces began to click together, connecting the dots of his mysterious behavior and late-night disappearances. Silence lingered for a moment before you responded, "Batman?" Your mind raced with questions. It definitely wasn’t what you expected him to say.

The room held a quiet understanding as you reached for his hand, a silent acknowledgment that your connection had transcended ordinary boundaries. You closed the gap in between the two of you. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he whispered, “I’ve wanted to tell you for so long.”

In that vulnerable moment, the barriers between you melted away. You embraced him, the shared secret deepening the bond between you. Together, you faced the challenges of Gotham, knowing that beneath the cape and cowl was a man you had come to love even more deeply.

Pt1

I really didn’t want him to say “I’m Batman.” Because of the memes :(

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siriusblackloml · 7 months

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Day 2 - Ron Weasley (Kinktober 2023)

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 600+

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: slight dom/sub implications, hickies (MDNI 18+)

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist┊Day 3

The fluffy blankets engulf your body in a state of calmness. This part of the day was your favorite; where both you and your boyfriend Ron would come together and just lie in one another’s peace and tranquility. It gave you time to meditate after such a stressful class schedule. Without a doubt, it also gave you enough time to develop the willpower to actually do homework at a later point. But when you and Ron were so wrapped up in one another's minds, it was times like this where nothing else in the world mattered. Only him.

And today, he was to make sure that you would focus on him and him only. Ron had you underneath his body weight. Not enough to crush you, but enough to pin you in place while he kissed you softly. While your bodies were clashing together amongst the soft sheets of your bed, you giggled loudly and held onto Ron’s shoulders as his lips traveled to your jawline. “Ron, you are so cheeky, you know that?”

“Hm?” Ron questioned, lifting his head up to look you in the eyes. He playfully batted his eyelashes in a way that made you giggle even more. He was such a dork; but at the same time, he knew exactly what he was doing. You knew it, too, but you didn’t dare stop him. “What’s wrong, love? Are you saying you don’t like me kissing you?”

You shake your head, laughing again as his lips attach themselves to your jawline again. He sucked softly at the skin, spit trailing from your jaw to your neck as he ventured further and further down. You have to briefly close your eyes the moment his mouth is hovering over the sweet spot in your neck. Trying to control your breathing as to not get away the immediate turn on that was firing up your body, you casually say, “I love them, Ron. You’re just acting so silly right now-”

Your words are cut off as a soft moan elicits your mouth. Ron had started to kiss the crook of your neck even harder, pulling the skin in between his teeth to leave a mark. Your lower half was positively throbbing with excitement as he kissed your neck over and over again. This kind of skin on skin contact was what made you eager for even more.

Ron notices the way that you had stopped talking. He smiles into your neck, leaving multiple kisses and whispering, “I just want to mark you up so badly, Y/N. Let everyone know you’re mine.”

You weren’t against the idea, per say. You didn’t want to necessarily look like a scamp around Hogwarts, though. At the same time, you loved being able to show off that you belonged to Ron Weasley. You loved knowing people would be able to look at your neck and just know he probably pounds you senseless every night for hours on end, leaving you a broken mess by the end of every session. Your heart beats out of your chest and he starts to suck harshly at the skin again, making you moan loudly.

“F-Fine, just a couple though.” You tell him as you continue to zone out, letting Ron attack your neck over and over again.

Later that night, you look in the mirror and nearly gasp at the sight. Your breath hitches and your core tingles with excitement at the look of your neck. It was colored with blues, purples, and hues of red up and down the sides. Ron had done a number on you, all in order to prove to the school that he owned everything about you. He had done a great job at it. Almost too well, if you had to be honest with yourself. How on earth were you to cover this up for classes tomorrow?

Then again, you weren’t supposed to, were you?

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Brotherly Love

Short story

Prompt: 8 "Sleep at my place tonight."

Warnings: Crowded room.

@mxtokko requested: "It could be a cute sibling moment between jason and y/n or with jon cuz i just think their interractions are cute ! Doesnt really matter to me wich one it is :D"

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*following the events of chapter eight.*

Damian.

Damian and you were on better terms. He had apologized. He was going to your brother again.

But, he would have to work his way back up to be where you and Jason were. Attached at the hip. Almost knowing exactly what the other is thinking. In tune with each other. Trusting of each other.

Damian and Jon were currently having an intense debate over the Star Wars movies. What specifically? You don't know.

However, you and Jason were just watching people waltz around the crowded room. You were tucked under his arm, hugging his waist. One of his hands was holding onto your shoulder, and the other was holding his drink.

"Boring, huh?" He spoke.

"Yes." You sighed, causing Jason to chuckle.

His teal eyes looked down at you. He sees so much of himself in you that it almost hurts.

He watched as you tried to cover up a large yawn. "Sleep at my place tonight." He told you. "It's closer."

"Are you sure?" You questioned, looking back up at him.

"I wouldn't have said anything if I didn't want you to." He smiled down at you, and you quickly mimicked the action. Jason silently looked back up in front of himself, continuing to gaze at the people around the room. You did the same.

"Do you wanna sleep over?" Jon's voice came from nowhere. You quickly looked at him then around the room, wondering where your Damian had gone.

"I'm staying with Jason...how did you not just hear that." You said, referring to his super-hearing.

"There's a lot of people in here." He whined.

"Don't you live a state over?" You asked.

"So?"

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I really hope you like this, babe.♡

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