jason dating black mask’s daughter destroys me.

because i know roman is the worst dad anyone could want, one who never does anything other than send money, if even that. he’s the type who only adopts for something trivial; tax purposes, or maybe he needed a kid as a cover up for a heist.

by the time you grow up, you’re estranged at best. you change your name, you make your own work outside of the dirty money he sends you and you live trying to never think of the name roman sionis.

but then his so-called “rival” - a mysterious red hood who kills his lieutenants, fairly pays his remaining workers, cuts off his drug sales to children, stops his weapons smuggling and buys out his clubs in a matter of weeks.

and he’s nice. he treats you with respect. he pays for things for you out of love not obligation.

and of all the things he does, nothing makes black mask’s blood boil more than knowing that this red hooded charlatan has his daughter’s lips on his, his insignia on her jewelry.

black mask hates knowing that the scratches on red hood’s muscles and back aren’t from the constant assassination attempts sionis puts on him (the ones which always fail because the damn bastard might as well be batman with how stealthy he is).

the scratches are from you, held down in red hood’s bed. your nails digging into jason as he thrusts and spills and groans against you, his large hands claiming every inch of your body.

and the cocky fucking tone of that deep voice when red hood cocks his gun at roman and almost brags;

“i’m the man who’s going to put you out to pasture like a dog - and the one your pretty daughter calls daddy.”

that enrages him.

Jason Todd reading you to sleep. send fucking post.

Jason gives the best hugs. It’s like if a weighted blanket was a person and also loved you. You are the burrito and he is the tortilla. Those arms are so big and strong and his jacket is nice and warm and perfect for snuggling under. If you’re short enough he’ll put his chin on your head and keep you tucked away nice and safe.

𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 | love you

PAIRING. wally west x gn! reader

WORD COUNT. 0.2k

WARNINGS. hickeys

NOTES. based on this imagine

A giggle escapes your lips as you feel your boyfriend’s mouth press against your neck. Wally looms over your body, pushing you deeper into the bed. You giggle when he nips at your soft skin, peppering your neck with kisses.

“You know most people moan when they get kissed on their neck, yet you giggle,” Wally murmurs from your neck.

You hum, tangling your fingers in Wally’s red hair. You grip his hair slightly when he begins to bite harder on your neck.

“I can’t help it. It tickles,” you reply quietly, craning your neck to the side to give Wally more room.

“I’m sure it does.” He smiles against your neck, continuing to plant kisses.

Suppressing a laugh, you watch Wally from the corner of your eye as he moves up and down your neck, littering love bites that will most likely bruise tomorrow. You release a giggle at the ticklish sensation once more.

He chuckles. “You’re still giggling.”

You tug his face away and look at him with an eyebrow raised.

“Is that a problem?” you question.

“No, no!” The urgency in Wally’s voice is definitely notable. “Your perfect baby!” he quickly explains.

“I know.” You thread your fingers through his hair before moving them to cup his cheeks. “Wally?”

“Yes, babe?”

You draw his face downwards, placing a peck on the corner of his mouth before pulling away.

“I love you,” you whisper, staring at your boyfriend in admiration.

Wally smiles down at you. “I love you too.”

You motion for him to continue his soft kisses, and he does. The ginger’s mouth meets your neck, attacking you once more to show how much he loves you.

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Headcanons for dating Wally West

Wally West x reader

warnings:

a/n: i was debating whether or not y/n is on the team or not n for this im going for y/n being a regular civilian but now im debating making dating hcs for a hero too 🤭

prompt: anonymous: “But if you're still taking requests (and speaking of fast haha), I would absolutely love if you could do a lil' something about Wally West ♡. I love that track star to bits and we're entering my favorite season ever : spooky season (or autumn for people who aren't chronically online like me). So if you'd be tempted to write some fluff/domestic stuff in autumn with Wally, I would be over the moon! 🦊”

MINORS DNI 18+

Riding on the back of JASON TODD’s motorcycle gets you incredibly hot. Everything from the way he put your helmet on and gave it a pat-pat to make sure it was nice and snug and safe; how he coached you to lean with him when he made turns; how you sat on a vibrating vehicle with your cheek nuzzling the cold leather of his bike jacket and your arms wrapped securely around his thick torso; and during stop-lights he’d reach behind him to rub your thigh, checking on you, making sure you’re okay. You wore the little black dress he likes, the one that rides up a bit high on your thigh, but he told you he wants people to stare at the hot piece of ass on the back of his bike. Now he’s parked the cycle, got his jacket unzipped and his helmet under his arm, running a hand through the hair he hasn’t cut in too long. All you can think about is giving him the most offensive head of his life. “What are those fuck-me eyes for, baby?”

Thinking bout being in a relationship with Roy and Jason.

Thinking bout stealing their clothes. Roy’s hat, Jason’s leather jacket. A pair of boxers from one of them. Together is it objectively the sexiest outfit? No. But god damn do I think those boys would go feral. Seeing you in their clothes with only a bralette underneath would probably drive them mad. Throw in some left over bite marks, bruises, and hickeys? All the things that would distinctly mark you as THEIRS.

dick grayson is such a thigh guy.

he’s especially in love with thicker thighs, ones that have the capability of smothering him when he descends between them, lips and tongue drawing the most obscenely lewd sounds from your pretty mouth. he loves to dig his nails into the plushness, wrap his arms around them as your hips buck and stutter on their own accord. he knows you’re getting close when they start to go tighter around his head, the way you can’t hold back as the pleasure of it all overwhelms your very being and body contorts as an orgasm overtakes your mind. he’s a good boyfriend — he’ll give you time to bask in the afterglow as he drums his fingers along your thighs, lips going to kiss at your tummy while he whispers words of praise. you were so good for him, after all. just when you think he’s done, you feel those kiss-swollen lips of his descending once again, leaving love bites and teeth marks in their wake along your thighs.

ROY and JASON

would definitely love to leave hickies all over you

they take turns marking your back, ROY would leave messy, huge love bites where as JASON would leave tight, deep bites all over. They take turns in marking “OURS” on your back. You can tell which is which, the O and R is very sloppy, and not very neat where as the U and S is very deep, and perfectly symmetrical and hurt more.

18+ minors dni

tags: fem reader, penetrative sex, oral sex, threesome (yay), unprotected sex, alcohol, dirty talk, reader gets slut the fuck out

roy harper: a little friday night clubbing anyone? >:)

it was the first friday you, roy, and jason all had a night off, and roy’s text was your first thought as well—he just beat you to the invitation.

as expected, jason’s quick to turn the idea down. the same reasoning as always: not wanting to be in a sweaty, jam packed room with drinks being thrown and sweaty body’s all over him. it wasn’t the first time the dark haired man had refused, but ended up agreeing to appease his two best friends.

and as always, it takes a little convincing on yours and roy’s behalf, c’mon jay, we never go clubbing! i’ll buy you a drink if you come, pleaseeeee

plenty of pleases were passed around until the man finally gave in, and that’s when he came knocking on your apartment door, dressed in black head to toe with a roll of his green eyes.

18+ minors dni

tags: groping, stick and poke tattoos, roy (horny!!!)

roy harper, your boyfriend that you met in university, who was just a little possessive of you. the man who would never let you walk to class if your hand wasn’t in his. the man who’s never not accompanying you to your night out at clubs or bars, whose hands never leave your hips and whose mouth is glued to the side of your neck.

roy who, one day when he’s a little drunk—not of a substance, but of you, is laying in bed in nothing but his boxers with you in nothing but a pretty thong he got you, his big hands groping and rubbing all over your body.

his voice whispering a string of, "jesus christ, you’re so fuckin’ hot." and, "i could eat you alive, y’know that? fuck, i’m never giving you up."