Dinner, Dinner!

bruce wayne was known to throw galas. while he didn’t do it often, when he did, it was a hit. all the paparazzi could chatter about. everyone who attended were either family friends, acquaintances, or whoever wished to move up in the world of Gotham.

jason todd hated galas. as bruce wayne’s second son — rather, dick grayson’s brother — if was expected for him to at least show up for a few hours. those few hours were compared to torture by him. worse than what he experienced with the joker all those years ago.

the only thing that made these galas semi tolerable was you. you were like the sun, shining your comforting light on the shadows who filled every crevice. being batgirl it was also expected of you to attend for a bit, you faced it with a stiff lip and a good attitude. might as well make the best of it, right?

tonight, bruce was hosting his annual christmas gala. tons of people gathered in the wayne household, all with cheerful enthusiasm. jason rested against the wall, a look of boredom etched onto his scarred face. he had been there for only twenty minutes — dragged by his brother — and already he just wanted to go to bed. that was, until you showed up.

decorated in a red silk dress, you entered the room. the very first thing you did was greet people. your smile was wide and true as you glided through the crowd. he knew where you were going and who you were going to.

“you look nice.” you purred, reaching to rub your hand on his shoulder. he almost scoffed at your words. you were over here complementing him when you looked stunning. your hair was beautifully styled, your entire body wrapped in gold jewelry. regardless, he smiled and moved his hand to your waist.

“could say the same for you.” his teasing words made you let out a giggle, and it’s safe to say jason almost died. again. your laughter was like a heavenly tune, one he wished to listen to for the rest of his life.

“cmon big guy, let’s go mingle. then we can leave, okay?”

jason realized at that moment — maybe these galas weren’t that bad.

rafe cameron x sleepy!reader

summary : you were just the sleepiest girl of the town. (kinda sweet smutty prompt / etablished relationship. soft! boyfriend!rafe.)

warnings : except smut, nothing much. bad sleeping shedule.

author's note : /.

“ I’m fucking tired.” you yawned as you entered the room. since the beginning of the evening, you had only been looking forward to getting back to the soft comfort of your bed.

you couldn't help but become sleepy, which meant letting your boyfriend take care of you because you were unable to stay awake. you never needed to be careful because rafe cameron always had his eyes on you. and as long as you were next to him, as long as he could feel you even if you were dead asleep and drooling over his chest, he allowed you to take a nap on his lap for hours. it was one of your few privileges.

something he didn't allow was people waking you up. if it he had to shut down every fucking noisy kook in a room to let you sleep, he would do it. it was his own version of let me burn the world for you but in a better way, more like let me quit this entire world for you.

you loved these moments of calm and peace when you slept wearing only one of his t-shirts acting like a dress around your naked body, and white high socks.

rafe was spooning you while you were already falling asleep, the reassuring and warm feeling of his cold fingers slipping under your t-shirt, his large hands covering the flesh of your waist , letting his strong arms gently slowly pulling you towards him. the shushing sound of his lips hovering your neck as you were dragged by his thick fingers. your barely covered body lazily comes closer, as soft breaths break the silence of your mouth, quickly followed by the sleepy whines of your tall boyfriend that holds his grip tighter in your hips, making sure you can't go anywhere, even if you were in a deep sleep.

you had a complicated relationship with your sleep schedule because you were sleeping both too much and not enough at the same. you could be fully awake at 5am but literally dead asleep at 12pm. for the simple reason that you were not sleeping at the right time, nor at the right hour, nor in the right place. you were one of those sleepiest girls who would disappear for hours not because you were going out on the town with friends or even stepping foot outside, but because you would sleep for hours on end.

you told rafe that you were just closing your eyes to take a nap but you ended up waking up in the evening.

when you woke up, you were completely lost and disorganized but above all so tired. it was almost ridiculous. your boyfriend was now used to your eyes half-closed, your hair completely messed up and across your exhausted face, drool on the corner of your lip with that oh-so-stupid expression.

he lay down on the bed, while you looked at him with wide opened eyes. at this point, you weren't even sure you recognized your own boyfriend. “ rafe ? ”

“still asleep, babe? "

his voice was usually low, while he brushed away the trail of drool that was leaking from your mouth with his thumb. you nodded, and he smiled. “ such a baby. ”

you were a terrible temptation. he could have fucked you while you were sleeping. and maybe that was even what you wanted sometimes when you slept so scantily dressed, leaving your tiny thong in full view while you lay on your back, legs unconsciously spread.

“let me help you…” he whispered as he flipped you onto the bed, pushing your thighs apart to make himself a place. he had pulled down his boxers without removing them completely, before forcing your legs open with one hand. "fucking wet. i bet you dreamed about that dick inside you."

the smirk on his face was pretty charming and sick, and he pushed the fat tip of his cock against your soaked slit, before making morning slaps on your little glistening cunt. his length was so hard, hitting your sensitive bud. the plushy mushroom getting glossy from your weeping hole. he looked at you, holding his dick in a hand with your wetness dripping from the shaft, as you had a hard times focusing on his movements but he squeezed your cheeks on his hands, pulling your face closer to him. “ get that mouth open, want to be able to spit on it whenever i want. ”

it was also a pretty excuse for him to force you to keep your eyes open. when he first pushed in with a hard thrust that literally arched all your body, you screamed out of pleasure and pain. he didn't wait before starting working his dick faster in your swollen cunt. you always take him so good, and he can't help but pound you even deeper every time he hears your sleepily voice moaning softly, the whining getting louder and bigger as he stretches you open. you were too good, a forbidden pleasure for sure, your sloppy pussy fully soaked him.

little by little, you begin to be fully awake, eyes filled with shining tears. you were a mess that was crying and panting from the roughness of your boyfriend, crybaby whines begging for rafe’s attention. your mouth getting muffled by his, he shushed you through the kiss, heavy breath and drool falling between your lips. “ s-s-slow down ! ” you cried out.

he mocked you gently, answering with a wicked smile. “ what about faster ? thought that's what you wanted ? ”he was still fucking you, but now a hand reached your throat, as the thickness of his length stuffed the inside of your walls, hitting all the spots. “ r-rafe. ” you exploded.

you were shaking, gasping for air and throbbing, eyes still locked in rafe's gaze while you lost your mind, thinking of how deep he was inside you. your cunt still twitching around his cock, making you unable to catch your breath and literally choking against the hand pressed on your throat. you were already tired, the inner of your thighs dripping with arousal and legs breaking with each thrusts. and those massive orgasms didn't help. his face was now sweaty from the heat and the sex, hot breaths escaping his lips and absolutely no sign of exhaustion. he could fuck you to death. and you wish you could reach this level but you were already too drained by the fast back and forth. “ this is how i should wake up my sleepy girl every morning. don't you think ? ”

he finally managed to cum, spilling thicks of loads inside you. your head failing in the bed as he slowly pulled his dick out, before pushing it into your mouth. the sight of your tongue licking every single drop of juice left him even horny, your pretty lips weeped with cum and wetness, that he smeared with the tip of his cock, before letting you clean everything.

“ it was not a fuck, it was an attempted murder. ” you told him.

“ don't inspire me for round 2, you will regret it. ”

“ don't complain me about why i sleep this much when you fucking me like that. ”

“ i'm fucking tired…” you said, a little yawn leaving your mouth as rafe and you entering the room after a living pool party, were you literally rested on your boyfriend’s lap during all the event, falling asleep on his shoulder as he was still talking with his friends.

he was now used to since he dated you from a long moment. he was now able to take care of you every time you fell asleep. as always, there was no warning. you could be smiling, living the party, it doesn't mean you were not sleepy. He sometimes complained about how much you slept, but at the same time, how much you didn't get enough sleep.

“ no shit. you were literally drooling over me. ” he said sarcastically. “ lift your arms. ” he commanded, before helping you remove your dress.

he almost passed out when your breasts literally bounced out of your bra as your arms leaned down, his dick slightly growing and forming a bulge inside his pants. but damn, it was not the moments because he knows for sure that you will now fall asleep. AGAIN.

“ do you think topper is mad at me for sleeping at his birthday’s party ? ”

“ do i look like the type of boyfriend that i care about what another man is feeling about my girlfriend ? because, i'm not. ”

“ it was rude…. it's his birthday ! ”

“ babe, i could even fuck you right in front of him that he wouldn't even care or remarks. don't you see how he was just drooling like a dog because of my sister ? ”

“ maybe, i should call…”

rafe had raised an eyebrow, his jaw twitching slightly as you pulled on one of his t-shirts. “ since when do you have topper’s number ? ”

“I mean with your phone. Why would I have his number. Anyways, i'm sorry for this…it's pretty embarrassing. ”

“ What about looking me in the eyes if you at least want me to believe you about your apologies?”

“ Don't fight me right now, i'm tired.”

“ And actually, when you're not ? ” he mocked, and you finally looked at him.

“ When i'm sleeping, it's obvious. ”

“ You forget when i fuck you’. It doesn't seems like you're very tired. ”

after showering and brushing your teeths, you moved to your favorite place in the world — your bed. you loved the clean of the sheets. you covered yourself with the blanket, dropping only your head out.

when rafe appareaded, you couldn't help but stare at his perfect body. you followed his moves, lurking to the good and big shape of his biceps, the well-sculpted ridges of his abs, the visible v-line curved on his hips. “ don't look at me like that. ” he warned.

“ then i will look at someone else. ”

“ funny. ” he said, chuckling without smiling. “ that you think i will let you do such a thing. but keep daydreaming. ”

“ no need to be jealous. there is no kooks better than you. ”

“ does it mean there are pogues better than me ? ”

you sighed, shaking your head and crossing your arms.

“ i don't even hang out with pogues ! don't take it in the wrong way. what about watching a good movie before sleeping ? ”

“ be serious. i know you well, you're gonna fall asleep before the movie even starts. ”

“ no ! i'm fully awake. ”

“ which movies do you want to watch ? and there is no way i'm gonna watch that fucking film with a black cat and a ladybug. ”

“ then what about five nights at Freddy's ? ”

“ sounds better. ” he simply said, while typing on the dashboard.

your gaze leaned down on his ringed fingers, fast and thick. your slowly opened your lips, imagining how much they can stretch your mouth, leaving her with a pool of drool from how wet they're from your saliva. but also, how much they will manage to keep your mouth open without effort.

a sparkle shone in your eyes, and you wrapped your arm around rafe's one, making him look without really giving you full attention. “ what you want ? ”

“ nothing. did you find the movie ? ”

“ you like horror movies ? ”

“ no, i like josh. ”

“ bet he died at the end of the movie. ”

“ rafe ! ”

“ yea, keep crying. ”

he started the movie but you were very sleepy. again. you forced yourself to keep your eyes open but it was really hard. you blinked so many times to fight the urge of sleeping, but you're finally falling asleep.

rafe didn't stopped the movie because he was now too invested in it, but let your head rest against his naked chest, stroking your hair gently.

at the beginning of your relationship, it was so new for him to be this close to a person, to reach this type of intimacy but now he was craving for it, finding peace and comfort.

you were his sleepy girlfriend that was now sleeping over him, but will probably wake up in five hours when he will be dead asleep while, you will be looking for a nocturnal activity, trying to not wake him up.

sometimes, and a lot of times, you have sleepless nights that make you even more tired, and fall asleep early or late in the morning. you could feel though the sleep, rafe's arm loosening around your body as he manages to leave the bed to start the day while you just catching your night.

“ good morning, rafe. ”

“ it's 7pm. ”

“ ... ”

Jason Todd and Kisses

Short Headcanons

I've said it before, and I'll say it again, he's a Serial Hand Kisser. It's as soothing for him as it is you. Fingers entwined, knuckles to lips, just sharing warmth

Your pulses are one of his favorite spots to kiss. The one on your wrist. The one on your throat. The beat of your life against him makes his eyes dilate, his breath hitch and calm settle in his bones

There's lots of kisses when you cuddle, kisses to the crown of your head, your temple, your cheek. But he really likes trailing kisses down your sternum so he can lay his head on your stomach

He peppers your face with kisses in the morning, especially if you don’t get to see him before he leaves for patrol. He'll wake you up by nuzzling your nose and marking a lazy path down your jaw

He loves any kind of kiss you give him, gentle, and slow, short and sweet, and the ones that leave him panting and asking for more

He has a special place in his heart for kisses that are all tongues and teeth. The ones that are borderline desperate and frantic with fingers fisted in clothes

Yes, you've tried the Spiderman kiss. Yes, he liked it

Hickeys! You're both going to have them, usually in easy to hide spots, but sometimes he can't resist leaving one or two on your throat or collarbones

(Or behind your ear, one you can't see and one he fails to point out to you before you leave the apartment)

His heart melts a little when you kiss his cheek after he does something sweet. Kisses of affirmation make his knees weak and his head fuzzy

But really, his go-to is cradling your face and kissing you long enough to steal the air from your lungs. He devours the way it makes eyes to starry with adoration before he wraps his arms around your waist to draw you closer

Agreed on the latest post. Bust Jason in his shit real quick when he’s acting an ass and watch how fast he grins 😭

YOU GET MEEEEE

the first time you pop jason in his mouth for saying slick shit he smiles like the devil.

he exhales shakily, trying not to palm the growing hard on in his sweats.

“did you just put your fuckin’ hands on me?” he asks, a nasty kind of grin creeping across his face as he rubs his jaw. “don’t start somethin’ ya can’t finish, ma.”

i just know satoru’s the type to lean down when you two are making out while standing up, and he literally pushes himself into your personal space because he cannot physically get enough of you. like his hands are gripping your flesh, your thighs, your ass, and then his hand wraps around your neck and when you try to pull away to breathe, he chases after your lips and pecks them repeatedly.

“no no no—come back here, please,”

You didn't really the check time, but it must've been past midnight when you entered Jason's place for the first time this week, quietly closing the door behind you and tossing your keys back into your bag, which you placed on the hanger by the entrance.

Your steps were lazy and spaced out as you walked around the apartment, looking for him in the dark ─ turning the lights on would be too much of a splurge, so you simply settled for an almost blind search.

Approaching the bathroom, you heard the faint sound of water splashing, the noise recognizable as you'd heard that a thousand times, almost in the same situation.

"You always choose such ungodly hours for bathing." You said, walking into the small room in silent steps.

Jason was laying peacefully in the bathtub, his head resting against the wall beside him as he had his eyes closed, probably enjoying the comfort of the scented candles lit around the tub. You could smell the vanilla from the wax mixed with the scent of the peach bathbomb you gave him some time ago.

"I think this is the best hour for it." He murmured, not bothering to raise his voice. You liked seeing him relaxed like that.

You sat down at the edge of the tub, taking in his soft appearance. He looked very peaceful, his eyes shut and face relaxed. It was one of the few times you'd seen him with his jaw unclenched.

As you sat, his head immediately leaned closer to your thigh, resting against it like a pillow. Your heart warmed at the sight and at the feeling.

You two had just started dating. Things were still so new to both of you, but they were going well. You liked each other, more than either of you cared to admit, still too scared to pour your hearts out. But moments like these proved that the feeling was deeper than you thought.

Running a gentle hand through his damp hair, you let out a short sigh. "You look so peaceful." you murmured quietly, your voice caressing his ears.

"I am." he replied, leaning into your touch. "Even more now."

You smiled at that. He liked to say sweet things when you least expected him to. Jason wasn't one for sweet talk, but he made an effort for you. To see that pretty smile on your lips, to make you feel loved, to make you feel his love.

"How did tonight go?" You murmured quietly, your fingers still caressing his scalp, almost making him purr like a cat. He loved head scratches.

"Mhm..." he hummed, deciding if he should sugarcoat it or tell you the truth. He chose the truth. "It was... awkward. Like, very, but it wasn't the worst night ever. I'm still getting used to these things."

"You're still getting used to galas?" You smiled, your tone incredulous. "I thought you went to these things all the time."

"I did a few times when I was younger." He said. "But it's harder to adapt now. I mean, inside. Outside, I think I look... not that out of place, but inside, it's messy." He explained to you, his fingers coming up to gently caress your side, making your shirt wet. But neither of you cared.

"I get it." You nodded, offering him a more understanding smile now. "I'm sure you did well, though. You always do."

"Maybe... maybe go with me next time." He murmured almost sheepishly, his eyes opening for the first time. They drank you, your appearance, your messy hair, your sparkly eyes, your pretty, pretty nose. Every part of your face, your clothes, your arms, everything. "I think you'd fit in."

"Me?" you mumbled, your voice cracking a bit, making you wince. Suddenly, you felt a little shy from his gaze and from his proposal. The thought of him wanting you of all people to be his plus one at those fancy events made you feel some kind of warm anxiety, close to a good, excited feeling. "I don't think I would, honestly."

"I can already see it... a beautiful outfit on you, your hair pretty and styled, silver jewelry, the most glorious shoes..." he mumbled. He sounded almost like he was daydreaming. "And, of course, your stunning self to go with all of it."

You laughed at that, a genuine laugh, one of those he seemed to pull out of you anytime he did or said something remotely funny. You were down bad for that man. Shaking your head, you gave his shoulder a gentle pat.

"That sounds like an alternative reality." You said.

"I disagree." he said, looking over at you again. "In fact... wait a minute, I'll get all of that arranged right now for next month."

You stared at him in confusion, your eyebrows knitting together as he started getting up from the tube, and then your eyes widened.

"Jason-"

He got out of the bathtub, water splashing all over the edges and dripping down to the floor, as well as on you, your shirt and pants getting even damper.

You laughed again at his desperation, and at the fact that he didn't even bother to cover himself with a towel. He walked out of the bathroom in his full naked glory, droplets of water sliding down his chest as he padded over to the room, mumbling something about having to get on the phone right now.

You couldn't have chosen better.

✦

a.n: i feel like this is so stupid... also, i didn't proof read, I'm sorry!

Cleaning up w/ Jay

Warnings: romance and everything that comes with it, nsfw at the end, cleaning becauSE FUCK CLEANING

Notes: I thought I’d try a different format with this one, we’ll see how it goes 🤷🏻‍♀️ Also; JAY PUSH ME UP AGAINST THE WALL I’LL BE-

You can try to keep your apartment clean, but it will always end up a mess, in more ways than one, with Jason involved.

Especially the morning after patrols, when you come out of your bedroom to the kitchen looking like a ravenous beast went through it.

“Jason!” You called out, within seconds a mop of shaggy black hair peeked around the corner, and Jason made his way over to you, hands in his pockets. “Look, in my defence I hadn’t eaten much yesterday.” He said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “Let me help you, princess.” Two strong hands begin to deftly tidy their mess.

Sometimes he’d come home to the image of you dancing around the apartment, using your spray bottle as a microphone to sing along to your favourite songs. It never failed to remind him why he loved you.

The sound of a camera shutter broke you out of your dance party, and you spun around to see Jay, still in his suit, with his phone out. “Oh my- oh my god, you look so precious.” He cackled, doubling over in laughter as he looked at you standing there holding your mop, your cheeks flushed red.

Jay did the cooking, because you were a horrible cook (even though you’d never admit it), so you made up for it with the cleaning. Sometimes though, on days where you tired, Jay would surprise you with an entirely clean house and breakfast in bed.

“Sweetheart,” Jay cooed, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear as he ran his thumb along your cheek. “Baby, wake up. You can’t nap all day.” Groggily, you’d open your eyes to the adorning gaze of your boyfriend and a plate full of food. “Jay, you shouldn’t have-” But a finger pressed against your lips. “Hush. Now let me feed you.”

And then there were the times when Jason had just gotten back from a long night, stiff and covered in blood that wasn’t his. He’d arrive to the sight of you up on your tippy toes, your shorts riding up as you tried to clean the shower head, and he’d just go absolutely feral.

“C’mon, ma.” Two rough hands held you by your thighs as your body was rocked into the shower wall. “You can take it. Take it like a good girl.” Jason would growl in your ear as he pounded your tight cunt, making you feel so good and so, so full. Your hands would tangle in his hair when they couldn’t find purchase on the shower wall, and you’d cry out his name like a prayer. “That’s it, mama. Cum for me, good girl.”

Jason is a chronic biter. Whether it’s his lips, the insides of cheeks, or the stings of his hoodie, he is constantly gnawing on something.

This habit was usually not a problem. In fact, it was almost endearing, it was a cute and boyish quirk. However, this was until he decided that his body and his things didn’t suffice anymore. Suddenly, he found himself itching to get his teeth on you.

It had started off very slow, almost as if he was testing the waters. The two of you were sitting on the old couch together, watching the latest episode of one of your shows. Jason was mindlessly playing with your fingers, as he usually did, but this time, there was a mischievous look in his eyes. He kissed your knuckle and you smiled, without giving it too much thought—accidentally giving him the confirmation to keep going. The next thing you felt were his teeth clamping down on your finger, hard. You jolted and looked up at him confused. Jason grinned, almost confidently and you laughed at his childish antics.

Then, there was an another time where he felt a little bolder. You had been in the kitchen washing the dishes after Jason had made dinner. You were in your own world, cleaning, when he came up behind you. Jason pulled you into a warm embrace and you found yourself melting into his touch. You stayed there for a few seconds, just gently swaying and enjoying his company. What you thought was Jason bending down to kiss your exposed shoulder, turned out to be a firm chomp on your skin. You whined, annoyed, but let him do this thing.

This habit wasn’t all that irritating though. There were often times when the two of you were preoccupied with each other. There were many, late nights where his lips would not leave your skin. During those times, the gentle grazes of his teeth set fire to your skin, it felt pleasant in an odd sort of way. The feeling would have you sighing blissfully. The tenderness caused your body to burn with excitement. His bites were almost always followed up with a kiss to soothe the deliciously painful sensation. Those moments had you grateful for his ridiculous way of showing affection.

Jason had a weird biting habit and you weren’t sure if you found it completely insufferable or just purely indulgent….

they're talking.

talking as if they hadn't been taking turns on you for hours, folding you into different positions and buried their cocks between your puffy folds as your freshly-manicured nails rakes their back. "jesus," you took a sharp breath, stomach caves in slightly as dick pushes your knees up to your chest, easily slipping his fat cock into you. you can hear the way he gulped as your dripping cunt throbs around him, his eyes shuts tight, "i swear..." the rest of his sentence grow incoherent as dick leaves sloppy kisses on your neck.

"wait, dick—" your words were cut off when jason slapped the tip of his cock against your swollen lips.

"hush." jason mumbled under his breath, eyes narrowed when you poked your tongue and lazily runs along the vein on his length. "sorry, princess." dick whispers, his lips forming a small smile. "a bet is a bet, and you lose so..." you rolled your eyes at the way dick pretends to empathise you but he's clearly too pussy drunk to even form something to make you feel better.

dick moved his hips slowly, face buried into your neck. big, calloused palms easily lifts your hips up to bury his cock deeper as he lets out a deep groan. "...so you gotta back it up." jason continues, pushing his tip into your mouth as he watches you instinctively puckered your cheeks and bobs your head up and down with his fingers tangled with your locks to keep your head in place. "fuuuck, startin' to think you purposely lose from how good you're slobbering all over my cock." the both of them chuckled as dick playfully nudges jason in his thigh and clicks his tongue.

"don't be mean." jason scoffs at dick's words.

"i'm not. look at her, she's not even denying it." dick turned his eyes back on you, watching as your eyes gradually gets heavy with your mouth filled with jason's dick as you subconsciously rolls your hips against his own.

"guess she's not."

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Oh, He’s Big Big 18+

Thinking about Jason Todd just being big. Big hands, big cock, even bigger heart. Practically pawing at you, able to hold the plush softness of your thighs when you’re sitting on his face, hands large enough to encircle your entire wrists. Cock the size of a monster can, splitting you open so that you feel in it your throat when he’s fucking you into the bed. Being sore for days after a quickie. Jason who cares so much. Will be there any time of day or night if you need him and will break a few noses along the way.

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