Okay But What If We Refocus Our Gaze To Stevies “pretty, Swelling Nectarine Of A Tummy” For A Sec

Idk I just wanted to draw him with long hair

Bestie, I am begging for more insight into your little blurb with Bruce watching SladeJay! (But also, genuinely no pressure--please delete if uninterested in expanding, no worries.)

Like, obviously he's jealous and wants Jason calling HIM Daddy, but I need to know what happens after; how Bruce handles having this knowledge. Does he make it known he saw/heard them? Does he try to get Jason to call him Dad/Daddy "out of nowhere"? Does something escalate things between them, and Jason calls Bruce Daddy on his own? Would saying it not feel the same when Jason's with Slade after? Does Bruce try acting like Jason's Daddy? Asdjfkl !!

Don't mind me, just obsessing over this.

Anon thank you so much for the ask!! I, too, am obsessed over this xD. Please be aware that this got loooong, and I'm sorry but it also got angstier than I had predicted (angst midas touch attacks again.)

First of all, I think he wouldn't make it known that he saw them.

Right in the moment, Bruce is too occupied commiting every detail of Jason's body, and how he moves, and his voice to memory. He doesn't even realize that he's staring at the scene, he just... Does it. He stumbles upon them by accident. Then he has to stay quiet so they don't see him. Then he has to find a way to leave without they noticing him. Then he hears Jason saying that goddamn word. Then he needs to see the rest... And so on.

Then, immediately after, he doesn't say anything because Bruce would be deeply ashamed and guilty of his initial reaction. That's his... Jason. And seeing him having sex with Slade should be a concern (because of who Slade is) AND NOT A TURN ON!!!

Whatever happened, he did once adopt Jason, and he did want him as his son. There's a lot of self loathing and regret involved there. His wanting Jason in any other way is a consequence of how things aren't what they were supposed to be. It's a reminder of his failure. If he hadn't failed, he would never be looking at Jason like that (and yeah, that might or might not be true, but it's something Bruce believes in a 100%. He needs to believe that).

To reveal that he saw them could potentially expose his own reaction to what he saw.

Afterwards, after he's thought about it all, after he's more or less accepted the clashing of his guilt and self-loathing against the desire... Well, then he doesn't say anything because it might give Jason the idea that he's jealous, and Bruce knows that Jason will double down on whatever's going on with Slade to spite him, and Bruce wants Jason AWAY from Slade. Also, the clandestine knowledge is a weapon he can use to get what he wants.

He's also a bit worried, because wasn't Jason interested in redemption? 🤨 Fucking Slade Wilson doesn't really seem like taking steps in that direction. Doesn't Jason see that there's a much better option available? One that will take him to proper redemption 🥺 how dare Jason throw that away? AND HOW DARE WILSON just take what's Bruce's like that??? He must know that Bruce would not accept that!

Bruce can't really fault Slade, though.

The next steps depend on whether or not Jason and Bruce had a sort of decent relationship prior to the Sladejay reveal. Either way, I think Jason sees Bruce as his, well, it's difficult to put into words all the good and bad things Bruce is and represents for him, but the point is that Bruce is, for better or for worse, the most important person in his life, and he would give many concessions to have him in his life.

So, Jason is completely weirded out and suspicious when he starts to get invitations to spend time with Bruce. To patrol together. To go to the Manor. But he also can't help but soak the attention that Bruce is giving him. He hasn't even cleared out his suspicions that there's something (vigilantism related) going on, but he's weak for having Bruce willingly spending time with him. Just the two of them, even. It's even getting in the way of his booty calls with Slade, but hey, Jason rearranges his schedule.

Meanwhile, Bruce is... Moderately happy. He can't get enough of when Jason cracks a joke, or when he doesn't tense for a fight in his presence. When they patrol together, it's all less bittersweet than he would have expected. And all of that is Good! Sometimes he almost thinks he could be happy with what he has... Actually, not really. The desire and lust for Jason didn't go away in the meantime... In fact, they only got worse. He's sure that Jason doesn't want him that way, but he has some hope that he's wrong...

He does get Jason to try and call him "dad", but much to Bruce's absolute ruin, Jason replies with a "you're not my dad". And Bruce's just completely lost, because that was one of the things that was still holding him back. To know that Jason doesn't consider him his father, eases his conscience (but also hurts because it's a reminder that the boy Jason once never got out of that grave).

Now, on Jason's side... We can go two main ways: 1) he's sooooo unwell about Bruce too, but never thought he had a chance (because he kills(ed), because Bruce once adopted him, and good god, he's already messed up, he doesn't need to add wanting to fuck the guy who was once his sort of father in the mix); or 2) he doesn't see Bruce that way, but he's still unwell about Bruce (just not romantically/sexually), and so he would sleep with Bruce just to maintain the closeness they developed.

The thing is, they do inevitably end up in bed either way, and it's good like Bruce imagined it would be, to have Jason like that (he's always known he has Jason in every other way, and sleeping with him feel just like a natural progression), but Jason doesn't call Daddy in their first time. Which is fine. Bruce is not complaining, and definitely not obsessing over that.

The second time, it doesn't happen either. So, the third time, Bruce decides to call Jason "Son" while he's fucking him. Jason might have said that Bruce isn't his dad, but he once tried to be, and Jason still wants his approval, so Bruce is sure that there's some wires crossed in Jason's head, and he can use that.

Well, Jason does call him "daddy" then, and it's much much more than Bruce could have expected, because not only does he call him that, but contradicting his previous words, he then actually calls Bruce "dad". Not "daddy" and neither of them can pretend that he didn't mean it. Bruce has one of the strongest orgasms to Jason gasping "dad, dad, dad, please" in his ear.

And Bruce has denied Jason many things in the past, but this is something he can give him. Always.

"Would saying it not feel the same when Jason's with Slade after?"

Yeah, it wouldn't feel the same. With Slade, it was hot and just little bit fucked up. With Bruce it's much more... Ah... Meaningful in a sad sort of way. It's the, hm, only moment Jason ever feels loved by Bruce (regardless if Jason was already romantically/sexually interest in Bruce, or if he's just going by the "if I can't be a good son, I'll be a good fuck 👍" sort of way), and that's what does it for him.

tl;dr: son issues meet daddy issues, and Bruce explores Jason's daddy kink (or is it dad kink?) to resolve (?) his son issues.

Bruce watches from the shadows above, perched on a rooftop, his gaze fixed down below. He tells himself that he’s scanning the Arkham Knight armor for design weaknesses, but his attention keeps drifting to the lines of Jason’s waist. It's crafted for efficiency and intimidation, yet there is something almost scandalous about how it fits him. The armor cinches his waist, and the fabric clings to his skin, making his shoulder appear even broader. He shouldn't notice the way it hugs his body perfectly. Jason presses his fingers against his helmet, sneering something into the comms, then starts walking. Hips swaying, stalking forward like a goddamn feline. The pointed ears are a mockery of a bat, but Bruce sees nothing but a cat.

The light from the city frames Jason's body, showcasing his slim waist and Bruce can't help but wonder what it would feel like to press his fingers into the soft skin, to hold him down and never let him run off again.

A wave of nausea crashes over him as it usually does when these thoughts claw their way into the back of his mind, grabbing on like a parasite until they drain his thoughts and leave him thinking of little else. It's a sickening familiarity. Jason turns his head suddenly, tilting it upward toward the rooftops. Bruce knows he's shrouded in darkness from where he is standing, hidden from being spotted. But Jason pauses in his steps, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, the curve of his hip exaggerated even further as he places one hand there. His stance is almost suggestive.

Bruce feels his entire body stiffen as he can't tear his eyes away. The stance, the way his armor pulls tight across his waist and hips, and the way his fingers tap idly against himself, as if taunting whoever might be watching, entirely ripped apart all of the self-control he prided himself on having.

The suit doesn't only protect Jason—it weaponizes him. Bruce is convinced it's with purpose, serving as a distraction for all of his enemies. Jason finally moves again, but the damage has already been done. The image is seared into Bruce's mind and he knows it will come back to him, late at night when he's lying in bed. He hates himself for it.

鏡花水月。

... one of these days, we probably are going to hear about That Ass in France in detail, right? (gigglesnorts at your Bucky Muse)

Here’s the great thing about the story of The Ass In France:

No one even remembers why it was necessary.

Bucky sure as hell doesn’t and least of all because of his time as the Winter Soldier. The Commandos, upon retelling the story, found that they, too, had forgotten why it even had to happen in the first place and so none of their descendants know.

No one’s ever bothered to look it up, either, because the less said about their mission reports? The better.

The point is, no one knows why the fuck Peggy had to get Steve all dolled up in women’s clothing and they certainly don’t know why halfway through the mission, clothing became synonymous with women’s lingerie. He lost his dress somewhere along the way and they never found it.

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Jason, stubs his toe: Damn!

Bruce: Language!

Alfred, drops a plate: Oh fucking hell!

Bruce looks horrified and Jason looks excited.

Alfred: Master Bruce, I would suggest you close your mouth before you catch flies.

PROMPT: Dick or any of the other Batfam members see bruises on Jason and think he's in an abusive relationship. Jason shuts any and all conversation on the topic down. They bring their concerns to Bruce, who sort of just...blue screens (those are HIS handprints on Jason's hips, after all) and then seems to brush it off. They're not happy with this response, so naturally a family full of detectives will want to investigate...until they wish they hadn't.

dick is the first one to notice the bruises. they're faint, but unmistakable. a handprint on jason's hip. he doesn't say anything at first, but he holds jason's gaze, making it obvious that he's seen it, silently asking for an explanation, if things are okay. but jason doesn't offer any. he just glares back.

"what happened?" dick then asks.

"none of your damn business," jason sneers, then turns to leave.

tim notices it next—the red marks around jason's wrists.

"what is that?" he frowns.

"you've never seen a bruise before? that happens in our line of work. sounds like you've been slacking off," jason says, shrugging it off before exiting the room.

the family discusses it among themselves. they've seen the signs before, they know what they're looking at. jason's unwillingness to talk about it speaks volumes. those are not some incidents that occurred during a mission. so they're determined to help, whether he wants them to or not.

they decide to go to bruce, to see if he knows something—because nothing goes on without bruce knowing about it.

but when they tell him, something strange happens. bruce freezes. and for a moment, he doesn't move, doesn't speak. it's almost like watching a machine short-circuit, something behind his eyes going blank.

when he finally speaks, it's dismissive. "jason's fine. leave it."

they don't. of course they don't. they're a family full of detectives, they can't just let something like this go.

so they do what they do best instead. they investigate.

they start by tracking jason's movements, try to figure out who he's been seeing. it's a breach of privacy, they know this, but they tell themselves it's for jason's well-being.

but the more they dig, the more confused they become. because nothing adds up. there's no one suspicious in jason's life, no new relationships. none of his enemies would leave marks like that. none of it makes sense.

then they notice something odd.

jason's occasional training sessions happen more frequently, stretching far longer than necessary. and they always happen late at night, when no one else is around.

suspicious, tim pulls up the surveillance footage from the batcave, expecting catch something. but after a few nights of reviewing, he notices something strange—the footage is incomplete. the cameras are turned off for a few hours, right around the time jason shows up.

it's strange, to say the least. they're detectives, and speculation isn't enough. they need hard proof.

they debate it briefly, knowing they're about to cross a line, but eventually they decide that there's no other way. they have to actually spy on jason.

so they do.

they carefully set up their own hidden cameras and microphones in the batcave. they justify it by telling themselves it's for his own good—they're only trying to protect him.

a few days pass until they decide it's time to look at what they've caught. they fast forward through a lot of the footage until something catches their attention. jason is there, late at night, just like before. but he's not alone.

he's sparring with bruce.

they watch, not really alarmed at first—it's normal for everyone to spar with each other. but then the session takes a turn. bruce's hands starts to linger a little too long on jason's body. each hold, each grip seems deliberate.

jason's back hits the wall, hard. bruce steps in close, his hand finding jason's hip, fingers digging in. the bruise that had been there before suddenly makes sense. jason doesn't pull away, doesn't really resist, but something in his expression shifts. there's almost a defiance in his eyes, as his hand shoots up as if to strike.

bruce is faster, or maybe jason didn't even try. but his grip locks around jason's wrists in one smooth motion, pinning them above his head, trapping him against the wall. for a long moment, neither of them moves. their breathing is labored, heavy in the silence, and they just stare at each other.

bruce's hold tightens, his thumb pressing against the pulse on jason's wrist. jason doesn't even flinch. a wicked smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. the hand on jason's hip travels up, fingers trailing along the line of his body. it moves with purpose, until bruce's fingers splays across his throat, settling there with a grip that's perfectly balanced—tight enough to thrill, not enough to really hurt.

bruce tilts jason's head, angling him exactly the way he wants him, and then he leans in. the kiss is slow, sensual, bruce's lips claims jason's like it's the most natural thing in the world.

like it has been going on for god knows how long, right under their noses.

the room is silent, the footage still playing, but no one moves to stop it. both of them are frozen. tim feels his stomach twist as he tries to process what he's seeing. dick looks like he's stopped breathing, eyes locked on the screen.

they should have seen it earlier, should have put the pieces together before it got this far.

tim shuts off the footage in a sudden, quick motion. the screen goes dark, but the image of bruce and jason stays burned into their minds.

they got what they came for. they uncovered the truth, just like they set out to do.

but now, they wished they hadn't.

Ugh the fics with the Visored/Ichigo having strong hollow instincts are fabulous. Also Kisuke having some type of instincts or predator type vibe to him.

Personally I love the idea that most Shinigami are a little instinctive at times, especially the wilder ones. The 11th for example, or maybe some of the captains.

I also love the idea that Ichigo can really relax around Kisuke and the Visored, in a way he can't quite do with others.

Like Ichigo's instincts would be thrilled to be under Kisuke, recognizing a fellow predator and practically purring at the smell of iron that lingers on a soul like Kisuke's.

It's the same instincts that sometimes make him sleepy around the Visored, something deep in his belly insisting he's safesafesafe under their watchful eyes and he rarely gets to feel truly safe. It probably says something that he feels that way around people who most find creepy or terrifying.

So no one can blame him if he occasionally takes advantage of that feeling, after training and cleaning up he often goes to find one or more of them to curl up next to. And they always allow it.

He's managed to control the urge to build a cozy nest and coax them into it with tempting purrs and lazy sprawls, somewhere dark and small because he wants them close but big enough for all of them. At least so far.

They all must have discussed it though, he blames Kisuke and Shinji, because one day it starts getting much harder to ignore those instincts. It's like they're all purposely putting him in situations that make his skin crawl like he's trying to shed it.

They use firm and purposeful touches, usually focused on his neck or back but they take full advantage of situations where they can pet at Ichigo's belly. He's not stupid, he knows those are vulnerable spots and they're making their touches familiar and comfortable. But it feels good and it's just them, the thought of anyone else touching him so freely or intimately makes his teeth hurt.

They grab the back on his neck when he's a little too wild or upset. Fingers pressing into spots on his neck that make his knees go weak and his mind go fuzzy. He doesn't know how they do it, he's tried to find the spots on himself and he can't recreate it.

There's something deeper at play here too. Everything feeds on itself. The healthier and happier Ichigo is, the healthier and happier the Visored are. Kisuke says it's something about pack dynamics and hollow instincts.

They're confident in everything they do and Ichigo's instincts are thrilled because it's obvious they're strong enough to handle him. It settles something in him that they're able to defend and protect themselves and him. It allows him to relax in a way that he hasn't since his mom died, not since grief renamed him protector.

Some days he gets both Kisuke and Shinji, and he spends the day feeling like a pampered pet. He drapes himself over their legs or curls up in their laps and melts into the touches. His toes curl and uncurl happily, hands kneading at whatever he can get his hands on.

Sometimes they get too invested in something or their attention gets taken by other things and Ichigo is left to entertain himself.

If he doesn't have anything to do then sometimes he'll go find a spot where the sun comes though the window and lay in it like a lizard sunning itself.

He doesn't realize that they've been slowly accumulating things for him until it's too late. He has a collection of pillows, blanket and cushions at the Visored warehouse and at Kisuke's. He tends to find himself in them after training and spars, skin clean from a quick wash and happily disappearing into the scents caught in the fabric.

Kisuke makes something for him, small pills of black and white that he claims are just a type of vitamin pill. Ichigo doesn't believe that for a second. For one thing, he only gets them when he's with Kisuke and Kisuke always gives it to him when he's in the fuzzy, instinctive headspace. It's easier for him to coax Ichigo into taking it from between his fingers with too sharp teeth and a quick curl of his tongue or to open his mouth and let Kisuke place it on his tongue.

After a few weeks of getting it from Kisuke, the Visored also have it. They take one occasionally, which also makes him think it's something for his hollow, but never as many as Ichigo. They take up the same way of giving it to him as Kisuke.

He nips sharply at Kensei's fingers when he lingers too long placing one of the pills on his tongue. The brief burning look in Kensei's eyes and the big hand that grabs his jaw in warning makes all the teasing he gets later worth it.

He knows this is weird. It's even strange from what shinigami would want or understand. He knows that trying to explain this to his sisters or friends would be very hard to do without making it sound unhealthy and wrong but it's not. Maybe if they were all normal humans then it would be different.

The things that he needs now are so very different.

💀 💀

Is it power dynamics, hollow instincts, or trauma? The world may never know.

Tbh I set out to write something about Ichigo being spoiled by Kisuke and Shinji but then my love for the Visored all adoring Ichigo got involved. So here we are.

I just think slightly feral characters are neat.

okay so i have this really self serving and inconsequential headcanon that steve really likes apple juice??? but only when he’s like,,, sick or upset. and essentially,,,, just. bucky always keeping little boxes of motts apple juice in the fridge and in his day bag for steve to grab when he’s upset or feeling anxious 

like in central park one day, steve has a little panic attack and bucky just talking him through it on a bench and then pulling out some apple juice and

“here, stevie” 

and steve just *sniffle* “thanks, buck”

this is definitely a thing that sammy first noticed like,,, while they were on the bucky hunt. like in hotels, steve would always go for the apple juice and one morning he wakes from a nightmare and sam’s like

“can i getcha anything, man?”

“um…. is there any way you could get me some apple juice from the breakfast bar?”

and sam’s just like “oh– sure.”

anyway yeah apple juice is his comfort drink

Robin!Jason, who constantly references different books at random times by quoting them and joking about characters, except Bruce doesn't have much time to read everything that Jason goes through. Of course, he understands some nods towards classics, but Jason is an avid reader, so it is hard to keep up with him sometimes. Jason tries to drag him to watch some movie adaptations, but he falls asleep in the very beginning of it.

And then Jason dies.

Bruce goes through all his library obsessively to the point he remembers the page of every little bookmark Jason left, and he knows his little notes on the margins by the heart. He watches movie adaptations, too, even though Jason only ever watched it to hate on them. He finds new books, books he thinks Jason would like if he was alive, and reads them, imagining what kind of analysis would Jason finalise by the end of it; his opinion not always matches with Jason's, but that doesn't matter. Bruce just likes to imagine.

Years pass, and Jason returns to Gotham. Not as a boy Bruce missed so much. Or, at least, he thinks so.

But then Jason does some bitter, irritated reference, comparing them to characters of one of the books he had on his shelf, and Bruce catches himself thinking... well, they still think similarly, but the conclusion they drew had always differed from each other. It is a different situation, of course, but... but maybe he could try to make this work.

Because, if anything, Bruce is tired of imagining. Especially, not when he finally has a chance to get everything back.

On the next day after their fight, someone sends Jason a copy of a new book from his favourite author - the one that he still hadn't read - his old set of colourful bookmarks, and a little note.

Let me know what you think.

Bruce gets the book back in a week, full of frantic notes, a bunch of bookmarks, and a short note explaining what each colour means (a mystery he didn't resolve years ago, after he passed away).

And, oh, God. He completely forgot how fast Jason read sometimes.