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Imagine waiting for jason to come out of the shower after his patrol but you are already so tired from waiting up for him so you just pass out spread out all over the bed covering his side and yours. Jason walking out his hair still damped as he sees you and his heart melts he changes into his boxers as he moves you so carefully like a porcelain doll as he gets in and immediately you move towards him as you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck and he smiles before falling asleep cause he knows he has you with him
hehehe i hate this kinda but felt bad that i haven’t written something in a while
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Tim : Truth or dare?
Y/N : Dare.
Tim : I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.
Y/N : Hey Dick.
*Jason feels his heart sink*
Dick, grinning smugly : Yeah?
Y/N : Can you move? I'm trying to get to Jason.
*Jason with the widest heart eyes*
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kumori-suwan · 5 months
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Batboys Arranged Marriage Series (Part 1): Making their fiancée cry after a heated argument
Featuring: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne
TW: Neglected reader, implied cheating, one sided love, manipulation, humiliation, arguments, forgotten dates, heavy mentions of anger in Jason’s scenario, mentions of blood, Jason punching a wall but not you, sadness, heavily filled with angst, honestly I’m making them work for forgiveness because they’re all p.o.s in this
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Dick Grayson
Deep down you knew he didn’t love you but you loved him so you were willing to work this out. Day by day you grew tired of the way his eyes wandered, you weren’t enough to keep his eyes on just you. Bruce had set you two up and thought you’d be happy but how could you be in a loveless marriage?
You understood he was a vigilante, you accepted that and would wait for him but when that gorgeous alien girl started appearing you knew you were fighting a losing battle. Dick treated her so tenderly, loved her in a way that made your blood boil with jealousy. You sighed watching them on the balcony together, laughing the night away in their hero costumes. Dick only seemed to remember your existence after you’d turned on the light to get something from the kitchen. He asked Kori to leave once he realized you were up.
“Haven’t I told you not to wait up?”, he huffed, walking into the quiet apartment.
You finished your glass of water and sighed, “She’s the one you love right? I took you away from her so you decided that cheating on me was the best way to be with her?”, you asked watching Dick’s body stiffen up.
“I-So what if she is? You can’t expect me to love you just like that, we’re strangers who were forced to marry.”, Dick growled in annoyance, removing his mask to better see you.
Your body became rigid to his cruel words, you began shaking struggling to hold back your hot tears. “I’m trying okay? I’m trying to be worthy of you and have you love me, it’s not fair that I’m the only one putting effort into this relationship. I have to beg you to take me on dates but you willingly stay out with her all night just to be with her! What is it about her that you love more than me?”, you shouted, turning and glaring at him.
Dick’s eyes became cold and dark, without skipping a beat he answered, “She’s not you, that’s all it is to it. I’ve loved her since before we got set up in this stupid arrangement, now I’m stuck coming home to you instead of her!”
Those words were enough to break your shattering heart, you hung your head in shame letting the tears fall and collect on the floor. You’d never been good enough for anyone and now you were faced with the reality that you weren’t even good enough for him. Dick held in his breath, watching you hold yourself in your own arms for comfort. His heart suddenly ached seeing you like this, he didn’t mean to be so cruel, you were right and you were right to feel insecure about how he treated you.
“I-I…look please don’t cry. I’m just upset okay, I didn’t mean it, Kori’s just an old flame. We didn’t work out but she suddenly decided she wanted to reach out and talk to me…I have feelings for her still but they aren’t like before I-“
“Just be with her then, I’ll never be good enough for you either.”, you sobbed, offering him a broken smile as the light slowly left your eyes.
The tears continued to fall from your glossy (e/c) eyes and it broke Dick’s heart, he nervously reach out to you wanting to comfort you but you pulled away. “No need to comfort someone you don’t love, I’m a big girl I can handle myself, just don’t go getting caught by the paparazzi with other women. Good night Mr. Grayson.”, you tried to sound cheerful despite breaking in front of him, you turned and left to sleep in the guest bedroom while he slept his room.
You’d overstepped, overreached for something you couldn’t have, what could you possibly have to offer him now? Dick ran his hand through his raven colored hair in frustration, he was confused he loved Kori but why did it hurt to see you like that? He walked into the kitchen ready to grab something to eat only to see a warm plate of food waiting for him on the counter. While he was outside chatting and giggling with Kori you were in the kitchen heating up his dinner, god this hurt, why did his heart suddenly ache? Why were you so broken and yet so perfect?
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Jason Todd
You were shocked when your boss set you up on a date with this handsome man, you knew nothing of him but you loved the way his piercing metallic blue eyes made your heart skip a beat. One date became several and then suddenly you were engaged, it wasn’t by a ring or anything no Jason suddenly offered you a marriage contract, detailed with what both of you would provide for one another if you agreed. You were hopeful seeing this contract and agreed to the terms but you hadn’t realized that Jason was forced into this for a mission. Bruce needed information on the corruption in your father’s company and you were the easiest way in.
You’d been played without knowing it, fooled and lied to by a man that had stolen your heart. You thought you knew him but in the end it was all a lie. Tears spilled from your eyes as you quietly stood against the wall shocked by Jason’s uncontrollable rage. His fist was embedded in the wall next to your ear, after a heated argument he’d grown so mad that he actually tried to attack you out of frustration. He growled at you, pulling his bloody fist from the wall as he spat the venom laced truth, “I never loved you, you were just part of my work. How could I love some spoiled rich girl like you? You don’t know me, you never will, when this is over I can’t wait to get rid of you.”
Those words made your knees buckle, you fell to the floor and hunched yourself over. The amount of tears pouring from your eyes was blinding, you could hardly see and it almost scared you how quiet he’d suddenly become.
“A-All fake huh? A-All of it? You pretended to love me just to get info on my father?”, you asked in utter shock.
Jason spat out a ‘yes’ while you continued to cry on the floor. You were bubbling with your own rage, unable to contain it anymore after the years of neglect and abuse from your evil family. You struggled to stand, still shaking like a freshly born fawn, Jason wasn’t even aware of the heavy slap that would grace his cheeks, he was now looking to the side from the impact of your open palm against his face.
Heavy ragged breaths spilled from your lips, the tears still pouring from your devestated eyes. Jason turned his head to look at you again, finally noticing the first aide kit in your arms. You slammed it against his chest and stormed off, “Clean your own wounds if this was all just a cruel fucking joke than I don’t need you. I thought you genuinely loved me, I thought you were different but I was wrong! Go to hell Jason Todd!”, you screamed storming off to your room.
Jason’s blood boiled after hearing you shout at him, never once had you ever talked to him like that but at the same time never had he raised a hand to you like this. The look of fear in your eyes, that look was definitely the same one he made every night he hid under the kitchen table to avoid watching his mother be beaten. He’d become just like those men that she’d bring home and worst of all he showed you that hideous side of him. He fell on to the couch and sighed, frustrated with himself. His hand hurt, his body ached, and his heart felt like it was constricting in his chest.
“What have I done?”, he mumbled to himself, staring at the drying puddle of tears that stained the floor.
You stayed holed up in your room for the night, heart breaking more and more but in the end you made a decision. You weren’t some spoiled little rich girl, you were cunning, manipulative, you got what you wanted and right now you wanted freedom. If Jason needed the information against your father then you’d give it to him and walk away from this lie with what little dignity you had left.
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Tim Drake
The waiter could only offer you a sad smile as you asked for the check, the candles had burned out on your table from how long you’d waited and the food across from you had gone cold. Tim had forgotten about you yet again. He was always busy with work, always busy with hero stuff, always to busy to love you despite the ring on your finger. You’d never been so humiliated in your life, he’d promised to be here at least for tonight. A dinner date for your birthday was all you wanted and even then he couldn’t make the time for you.
“Knowing him he’s holed up in his room again.”, you huffed using the subway to get home.
When you eventually made it home you found Tim lounging in the living room with papers and charts scattered around him. He’d brought work home again with him, no wonder he didn’t show up,
“Oh (y/n) you’re home, sorry about the mess I’ll clean it up before leaving.”, Tim spoke not once looking at you.
You scoffed in annoyance, “Where are you off to at this time of night?”, you asked, putting your purse down and taking off your heels.
“I’m going to Cassie’s place, she had a new game she wanted to show me a ne-“, his eyes finally met you, his face heated up seeing you all dressed up, “Where’d you come from?”
You turned and glared at him, obviously upset about what he’d done to you. You refused to speak to him and that suddenly peaked his interest, “What’re you so upset about? Are you mad at me?”, Tim asked standing up and making his way to you.
You clicked your tongue, turning to him with hopeful eyes that seemed glossy, “I-Isn’t there something you might have forgotten about?”, you asked nervously.
Just an apology that’s all you wanted, if he apologized you’d forgive him but when Tim just stared at you with a fish like expression you realized he’d truly forgotten. Your lips quivered, tears spilling from your eyes the longer you stared at his confused expression.
“H-Hey what’s the matter? Are you okay (Y/n)?”, Tim panicked, having never seen you cry before.
You wiped away your tears aggressively, trying to bottle up your emotions. “Just one night. All I wanted was one night with you.”, you sobbed.
“(Y/n)…you know I’m busy. Sorry but I promised Cassie I’d be there tonight. What’s going on with you?”
You were growing more and more angry the more he talked, how irrelevant could you be to your own fiancée, how could he do this to you? You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him close, glaring into his eyes, “What about your ex makes me so forgettable? Why do I always have to be the last priority to you? Why her and not me?”, you growled.
Tim suddenly felt targeted, he glared at you in frustration and pulled your hands off of his collar, “What are you talking about? Don’t be jealous of Cassie, I don’t know what you’re being insecure about but this needs to stop!”
More tears poured from your eyes, he really didn’t remember he’d completely forgotten about you.
“I’m your fiancé how do you expect me to feel about this? You’re always so busy, you’re neglecting me, it’s not fair.”
Tim would then say the few words that would leave you numb for the next couple of days, “Just because you’re my fiancé doesn’t mean I have to love you or deal with your obsessiveness. I’m leaving, try and reflect on your behavior while I’m gone.”, Tim huffed storming out of the apartment in a fuss.
You finally let your emotions run wild, screaming out your pain and frustration in the lonely apartment. To think that your own fiancé would forget about your birthday, a day he promised to celebrate and cherish with you. You couldn’t do this anymore you were tired.
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Damian Wayne
Nothing was colder than the gaze of your fiancé, he was unamused and irritable in your presence. You tried your best not to be a nuisance and act like a proper lady for him but all of your effort was in vain. Even now as the Ballroom was filled to the brim with guests you didn’t feel at home here. Damian would hardly be caught by your side and women from all over Gotham clung to his arm trying to seduce him. Nobody knew of your engagement, it was a condition he implemented when your parents arranged your marriage to him. The ring on your finger was plain and boring, much like your relationship with him. You hated Galas, you were reminded just how lonely and unloved when these huge parties were thrown, you felt like a guest in this mansion more than a family member.
While Damian chatted away with stock holders and business partners you made your way to him to try and speak with him. He noticed you before you got to close and excused himself to pull you away, “What do you want?”, he hissed quietly.
“I thought we could share a dance. You’ve been so busy lately that we haven’t really had time to-“
“I hate dancing you know that. Please find someone else to occupy your time.”
You pouted and glared at him, “I just want to spend time with my Fiancé why is that so bad? You hardly let me leave the mansion and I wasn’t allowed to socialize when I was with my parents so I don’t really have friends. I don’t really have people to occupy my-“
Damian cut you off again, clicking his tongue in annoyance, “Your inability to socialize isn’t my problem, why did my father have to force me to marry such a useless woman li-“
“Damian Al Ghul Wayne if you finish that sentence I swear I truly will make you the most miserable man on earth.”
His emerald eyes quickly turned to meet your dead ones, the light vanished from them as a chilling expression melted across your usally happy face. Never had you used his full name like that before and never had he seen you make a face like this.
“I have been patient with you, I have been proper and professional for you and the public, never once have I disobeyed one of your orders or demands. Your inability to love me isn’t my problem, I’m sick of it all. I’m tired of loving people only to be tossed aside like a ragdolll. You make me miserable and your cowardness to even announce me to the public is overwhelming. If I upset you so much over something as trivial as a dance then I see I’m wasting my time.”, you sighed, tears beginning to well up in your eyes, it was happening again, he was just like the rest of the men that faked loving you.
Your words hit him like a train, he hadn’t realized that you felt like this and although it hurt to listen to it, the truth was you were right. Damian was acting just like his father back when he hid him away from the public until his official adoption as a child. Before he even realized it you’d placed something in his hand and began walking away, his body moved on its own, his hand reaching out to take your wrist. That’s when he saw it, the most heartbreaking sight he’d even seen, you turned back towards him, face red with embarrassment, and tears pouring down the sweet apples of your cheeks.
“I-I…”, he tried to speak but the shock from seeing you crying left him speechless.
“Leave me alone.”, you sighed, pulling away and hanging your head as you disappeared into the crowd of people.
Damian had almost forgotten about his hand until a small sound caught his ears, despite the sea of chatter and laughter around him the world suddenly went eerily quiet. His emerald eyes became hyperfocused on the ring that now rested on the ground, the ring that was once on your finger.
“W-What have I done?”
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To be continued……
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k-4-ni · 6 months
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JASON TODD who has every single allergy engraved into his brain, you ordered a sandwich with something you are allergic to? Nope, He's giving it back. He finds out that he keeps something you're allergic to in his place. Nope, he's throwing it away. He always checks the ingredients on chips, packets of biscuits, and food, He never wants to see you in pain or swollen from something that could been effortlessly avoided.
JASON TODD who is an absolute whore for cuddles, it doesn't matter what you're doing or where you are, whether you're cooking or studying, fixing a broken object— he's going to drag you back to bed and smother you with his muscly arms and sloppy kisses, saying something along the lines of:
"Please, Just five more minutes... Breakfast can wait."
JASON TODD t keep his hands or eyes off you, he can't help it— He treasures the way your hair sways back and forth, the way it shines and curls and kisses his fingers whenever he twirls it in his hands, or the way you cook away a feast in the kitchen, keeping an eye on you in case you needed a hand, keeping an eye on the way you tugged at your bottom lip with your teeth, the way your apron hugged and embraced your curves like you were carved out of roses and silk, God he would've trembled to his knees if you asked him to.
JASON TODD who can't control his hands whenever he's around you— cuddling you— devouring you, savouring you, his hand squeezing, kneading, touching and massaging... From the soft, plush flesh of your thighs to the curves and dents of your hips, the way his fingers glide over your skin sends his brain into a frenzy, the things he would do just to have your thick thighs cage his head in are unbelievable.
"You're so soft, angel... So soft and squishy, C'mere lemme hold you."
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wwrenwrites · 4 months
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**Y/N entering the bathroom where Jason is showering**
Y/N: Jason name a woman
Jason: Fiona from Shrek
Y/N:
Jason: Why?
**Y/N wheezing walking out of the bathroom**
Jason: Why??
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helplesslytheirs · 3 months
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random character rambles </3
♱ Tip For the girlies, listen to Hotel, 2 seater, Bathroom or Altitude by Montell Fish
x Female reader <3 - smut !!
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Simon Henriksson who has you laid down on the bed, shaking and crying, knees weak, thighs shaking— your ass up high as his thick shaft drives into your swollen puffy cunt, his thrust sloppy and lazy yet he still knows how to hit at the right spots—his cock throbbing especially that thick vein at the side of his dick, it pulses against your tightening walls. You softly whimper and let out whined breaths as his seed drips down from your slick and to your thighs, the sight and feeling makes him chuckle lowly and makes you shiver from the spine up.
“C’mon älskling…want more of ya— want more of your tight cunt wrapping around my fat dick.”
David Leatherhoff who has his big fingerless gloved hand clasp over your lips as his teeth bites at the back of your neck, his thick fingers thrusting at a fast pace in and out of your wet pussy, your soft moans and breaths muffled from his gloved palm as monsters groaned and moaned for your attention to grab at your body—to be your next problem to deal with but the only problem you have right now is the monster of a man that has his thick fingers pumping into you, His hard strained cock against your ass as he continues his assault on your poor cunt.
“Oh F-fuck..d-don’t make to much noise now baby, don’t wanna get caught cause I’m finger-fucking you so good..”
Kenny McCormick who has his cock inside of you, stretching you out while his hands lays dormant on your hips—holding you on his cock like a pretty little doll as he makes you sit on his cock and warm it up for him, just for him. Your thighs tucked beside his as you straddle him, sitting on his big dick while you squirm and plead for him to move, but you only get a low hum as he holds you in place a cocky smirk on his face. Occasionally having him thrust up into you just to see you let out a shocked moan, that’s followed by a soft whimper like cry as you plead for more.
“Don’t be such a needy lil’ whore now hm, pretty ? Now be a good girl and warm my cock.”
Craig Tucker who has you pinned up against a wall in the closet room of the school, his hot breath against your ears as his grunts and breaths grazes against them, while he does no effort to keep you quiet, fucking you hard inside of the closet room of the school—you clasp your hand over your lips as you try to muffle yourself not wanting to attract anyones attention, and when you do a small growl like huff admits from his throat as his hips abruptly stops snapping against yours, that pleasure in your body slowly fades which makes you whine and clench around his dick earning a small hiss from him, his breathing still hot and heavy. His yellow eyes slowly trace up towards your eyes as he stares into them with those familiar cold eyes you were so familiar with.
“Do that one more fucking time and I’ll fuck you in the principals office with the mic in your throat.”
Jason Todd who has your lips wrapped around his pretty cock, you’re only 1/4 way on his dick and you can’t press yourself to take up more in fear that your jaw is going to sore—but on the other hand you want to be a good girl and pleasure him, you’re a people pleaser after all. You breath in a deep breath through your nose as your hands prod themselves on his thick thighs—a loud impatient sigh leaves his lips and not long after you could feel yourself gag and choke, your breath cut short as your throat tightens, tears prick at the corner of your eyes, you let out a chocked whine before it was rudely interrupted by a sudden snap into your poor throat— you gag and tears slip pass your eyes as he crudely smiles and grunts as he uses your mouth as a flesh-light. You chocked your pleas and whines but it was no use, his hips kept its speed while his cock throat fucks you.
“Hah-…M’baby, so scared to take in my big fat cock down her throat— Fuck, so good for me— such a good fuck-toy”
Dick Grayson who’s so pussy hungry for your sex, his tongue slowly moving up against your slick, sucking on your sensitive bud his big calloused hands steadily holding onto your inner thighs squeezing at the flesh as he groans and huff out hot breath against your needy cunt—his tongue tongue flicking against your pussy as his lips starts to kiss and groan into your slick as he eats you out like a man who hasn’t eaten in weeks—his groans sends vibrations towards your spine which makes you try to squeeze and close your thighs but with how strong his hands were holding onto them your attempts were futile—only giving you a small growl of warning to your attempts.
“Keep your legs open for me baby..you taste so fuckin’—..goood...gonna make you sit on my face sweetheart’..”
Tim Drake who has you riding him, his big dick entering and exiting your sensitive sex your soft praise and his whinny groans fill the room but his eyes burning—as if he was holding himself back. Suddenly his hands slowly wrap around your hips pinching at the fat wand flesh there, gently holding you before he lets out a soft groan which makes you stare at him before your face contorts into pure pleasure— he didn’t like being below you, he wanted power. He wanted to fuck you so good your legs were sore at the thought of him—he thrusts up against your cervix hitting all the good spots, while you slowly hold onto his pelvis moaning and begging, he gives out a soft smile and praise as he watches you get fucked from the bottom.
"O-Oh...F-Fuck s-sorry baby— wanna f-fuck you for so fuckin' l-long now—..wanna r-ravage you—...wanna..wanna manhandle m-m'pretty girl..."
Wally West who has you edged, overstimulated and coming all over for the 7th time, his hips slowly rolling against your wet cunt grinding the tip of his cock to stroke that specific spot inside of you—and when he does you’d be crying and squirming as his tip rubs and massages your insides, you whine and sniffle as your brain fogs and suddenly his hips would start thrusting against that spot at high speed—using his power to kiss at your bullied cervix with the mere tip of his cock.
“Oh Doll-..C’mon one more..o-one more for Daddy...Didn’t m’good girl say she could keep up… Hm ?”
Hal Jordan who has his bulge against your clothed sex, grinding your needy pussy over his clothed bulge making him groan and sigh as you whimper and whine for him to fuck you, to manhandle you— but he only keeps on denying you as his big hands grab at your sides pinching at the fats around it, toying it in between his fingers while his hips thrust up. You let out a soft hitched breath, shaky breaths escapes your lips as the ball music and chatter outside sounded so muffled inside whoever’s bedroom you both have locked yourselves in. His hips greedily grind and jut against yours, tilting his head back as low breaths escapes his parted lips.
“Jesus fucking Christ baby be patient, yeah ? Let me enjoy your begs—, sounds like music in my ears..”
Bruce Wayne who has you on his big cock while he works, sitting there prettily as you beg for him to move or at least do something—he only responds with a low chuckle his hands rubbing slow circles around your lower back, his other hand on his desk signing a his agreements and disagreements about his work, reading over the complains and problems while his throbbing hard cock was inside of your walls—you clench and try to grind on him but he puts his hands on your hips and gives you a stern glare.
“C’mon baby, be a good girl for daddy…yeah ? Daddy needs to work, now be a good lil’ slut and sit still…”
Matt Murdock who has you bent over his desk who has his large hands over your soft breast, kneading them, pinching at your nipples his free hand nestled in between your thighs—his fingers digging and toying with your bud as he finger fucks you, your slick dripping down to his knuckles as he grinds his hard cock against your ass occasionally thrusting his hips against yours to get any sort of friction to ease his need for you. He chuckles lowly as he starts to spread your walls with his fingers and add a third finger as he starts to pump you with his thick long fingers, your slick starts to leak down even more as you cry and moan.
“Don’t be too loud now darlin’… keep your voice for me when I fuck you good and hard..”
I wanted to write more but I got lazy HDGHJD anyways, time to eat y'all if the grammer bad it aint my fault Ladies !! Wrote this with one hand !!
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sleepyangelkami · 28 days
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PLAY PRETEND (j.t)
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a/n: i intended for this to be a fake girlfriend to real girlfriend story but i got carried away in the plot!!
pairing: jason todd x fem!reader best friend!dick grayson x fem!reader
summary: jason needs someone to act as his girlfriend to the gala, which you decide to go along with but jealousy and alcohol get the better of you leading to one too many drunken confessions.
warnings: drinking, alcohol, bad descriptions of being drunk, jealousy, angst, pining, manipulation, skinny love, crying, slight panic attack, use of good girl (non-sexual), comfort, petnames, use of y/n, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 💞
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you stood with your back against the drinks table, sighing through your pouted lips as you glanced around the room, hoping for some type of entertainment to catch your eye. you didn't even wish to be here, in fact, you would have done just about anything to be snuggled up in your bed reading a book right about now.
jason was the reason you were here in the first place and yet, he was nowhere to be seen.
you’d heard of the wayne gala’s a lot before, it wasn’t exactly new to you. you’d been to a couple of them yourself too but there was a reason you didn’t come to them often and one could guess it was because this is how it always ended, you sat up against the drinks table with expensive alcohol swirling in your expensive glass and dressed in your expensive dress. it was so… not you.
you were the type of girl that dragged your friends to junk yards and bought the cheapest clothes that you saw hidden in thrift stores. 
not the type of girl that attended wayne gala’s. 
and yet, here you stood all because you were so helplessly smitten with your all time best friend, jason todd, the son of bruce wayne, the redhood, the gentleman, the many, many things. he’d asked you to go to the wayne gala’s with him before, offering it up yet you always politely declined, stating it wasn’t your scene but this time was simply different.
you’d sat up on your bed, flicking through your magazines while jason rambled on as he began tearing his tie from around his throat. it was late, too late but jason never did care for the time when it came to seeing you.
you swallowed, nodding along and humming. it was just so late and you’d only woken up so your mind was all fuzzy and for some reason you couldn’t stop thinking about how nice some grapes would taste right about now. “are you listening to me?” the question from jason was rhetorical but you’d be lying if you said your undivided attention as on him. “i’m a dead man!” 
“it’s not that big of a deal.” you uttered, closing your magazine and sighing, you really wanted some grapes. “really, you’re only stressing yourself out. you’re an… attractive guy, i’m sure you’ll get a girlfriend between now and the next gala.”
“but thats the thing… i don’t want a girlfriend!” sheesh, your head was too clouded for his yelling. “i shouldn’t have opened my mouth.”
you could only shrug your shoulders, nodding. “true.”
he took a seat on the pink quilts that surrounded your bed, his head falling into his hands and groaning. “you’re not helping.” 
jason had made the idiotic choice of lying to bruce when asked if he had a girlfriend. he was just so tired of him asking and asking and asking so he decided to lie, telling him that he did in fact have a girlfriend and that they’d been together for quite a while now, he’d just been saving the announcement for a more special day.
so what did bruce do? announce it at his next gala, stating that jason would surely be bringing her along for the next.
and jason almost choked on his bourbon. 
he was dressed in his suit from before, his hair all messed and teased while his clothes just looked out of it, his shirt untucked, his jacket discarded on the ground and he had pulled the tie from his neck, unbuttoning the first two or three buttons, he felt like he was going to collapse.
“i’m sorry.” you spoke softly, feeling sympathetic for your ‘best friend’. you turned to him, clad in your pretty pink pijama’s and softening your gaze on him. “how can i help?” 
the way you looked at him should have told him everything. what your gaze should have said was that you were in love with him, you had been since the very first day you’d laid your eyes on him, gaze never leaving and your jaw falling slack. okay, perhaps you hadn’t loved him during your first encounter but there was definitely… something, something that told you this wasn’t just any boy but he was something much much more.
it should have told him a lot of things, should have spilled your feelings right then and there but jason was as oblivious as they come, he hadn’t a notion of what your gaze meant. in fact, he blamed the diluted pupils on the fact that he’d woken you up, banging on your door at all hours of the night. 
“you could help in one way but… nevermind, it’s stupid.” shaking his head and turning away. the master of manipulation.
and you looked almost concerned then, the victim of that very manipulation. “no, what is it? i wanna help.” 
and he knew you did, it’s why he said anything in the first place. sweet old you, always willing to do anything he said, just to please him.
“you could… you know, pretend to be my girlfriend, it would just be for the night, for the gala. you know, to get everyone off my back?” his eyes stared back at you, big and hopeful.
how could you, in your right mind, say no when you were so utterly full of love for the boy. “wha… i don’t even have a dress.” an excuse, a terrible one because something in you was downright shocked. you? of all people? first, you could barely go to that gala as it was let alone pretend to be his girlfriend.
besides, you began to get a little worried. perhaps you’d like the pretend game a little too much. 
“i’ll buy you a dress.” he insisted almost instantly. lord knew he had the money.
but you frowned a little at that. “i’m not a charity case, jay…” sure, your apartment was a little small but it was homely, it was you. though you were sure it didn’t much live up to jasons standards.
“not a charity case, i know.” he came a little closer, pressing his hand against your thigh and rubbing it gently. “i just want you to feel your best for the night, angel, it’s just one night.” 
you bit down on your lip, knowing you’d regret it. “fine.” 
but for jason, you’d face just about any guilt. 
and after his many thank you’s and squishing hugs that had your face smushed against your chest you finally sighed out. “I can’t believe i’m doing this for you.” sending him a playful glare though there was a pit in your stomach.
“please.” he couldn’t help but smirk. “you love me.” 
and you couldn’t possibly tear your eyes away from him. without playfulness or a smile, you spoke the words, “I’d have to be a fool.” before quickly shaking your head and changing the subject. “you have to wear a pink tie to match my dress.” 
he had the audacity to laugh in your face. “I will not.” 
“yes you will.” you folded your arms over your chest. “you will or i’m not going.” 
jason couldn’t help but shake his head with a chuckle. “fine.” 
“fine.” you repeated. “now go get me grapes from the fridge.” 
brat. 
you’d been announced as his girlfriend, he’d held your waist for the entire night, grinned and beamed over at you as his brothers watched sceptically. 
now, you sat alone at a table, downing what felt like your hundredth glass.
you didn’t drink often so you gave yourself a little lean for this time, seeing as you never did it, now was your chance to get absolutely… shitfaced, did damian call it? 
but it wasn’t as if you didn’t have a good reason. 
jason, your best friend, your first and last love, was standing speaking to some blonde girl, she was giggling away, obviously pleased with herself as if she didn’t have a lipgloss smudge on her teeth. and you? you couldn’t have been more ashamed with yourself. 
your head was placed on your arm that was slinked across the white tablecloth, just watching the pair as the alcohol swirled in your cup. you wondered how you went from eating the white grapes to downing the white wine in your hands.
then your eyes glanced back to jason, in his pretty pink tie, and it all made sense. 
he was your best friend, you had no right to be jealous, no reason to be but for some reason you thought by him bringing you here, introducing you as his girlfriend meant something. 
but it was all just play pretend. 
you knew this, you knew it as well as anyone and yet you still couldn’t help but feel so utterly… hurt.
your eyes burned but you weren’t crying, your throat burned but that was only because of the alcohol that didn’t even taste nice.
they should really have grapejuice here, the non-alcoholic kind. 
it was dick grayson who’d laid his hands on your shoulders that adverted your gaze from jason. your pupils were wide, the rims of your eyes red though you weren’t sure if that was due to the alcohol or the fact that you were holding your own tears at bay. 
“hey, y/n, how you feeling?” his tone was soft, understanding. he really was one of your best friends. he was crouched down to your level as you sat in the chair.
you glanced down to the cup in your hands. “think ‘m drunk, dickie.” because suddenly the entire room was spinning. 
“yeah.” he pressed his lips into a thin line. “think maybe you’re done for tonight, huh?” taking the glass from your hands before you could so much as protest.
with heavy eyes and an even heavier heart, you nodded your head. “think ‘m… ‘m gonna go home.” home was where your bed is, they say. but saying you were going home and directing it towards your house didn’t even sound right. home was that curly, raven haired boy with a pretty smile.
“don’t go home.” his eyes glanced towards jason, sighing. “don’t go before you’ve talked to him.” 
dick was one of your best friends. with that being said, he knew everything about you down to where your birthmarks were, that meant he knew all about these hidden feelings for your supposed best friend jason todd, his dear little brother. 
but you could only shake your head. even thinking about jason right now was enough to make you queasy. “no, he’s talkin’ to blondie.” blondie, the pretty girl who you couldn’t even judge if you wanted to. she had a dark black dress on, she was much taller than you, large heels and standing with her shoulders drawn back, obviously much more confident too. 
was she everything that you lacked? 
as if summoning him, you could feel the dark shadow that loomed over you, even with your head pressed against that damned tabelcloth, even that was expensive. 
“is she alright?” 
that voice, that pretty, deep, and almost mysterious voice yet as perplexing as it was, you were sure that you’d recognise that voice amiss any crowd, through any drink that entered your system. jason still roamed your mind, always and when his voice was spoken, you were sure to hear it. 
“she’s drunk.” dick answered for you, as though you weren’t sitting right next to him. “i think you should bring her upstairs, get her cleaned up and put to bed.” dick was doing you a favour in the long run, even if it didn’t feel like it.
but your head had finally risen from the table, big doey eyes staring up at the two large men above you. “n-no i can… i can bring myself home.” your words slurring.
jason couldn’t help but laugh down at you, glossy lips turned into a pout. “yeah, cause i’d let you ride your little bicycle through gotham alone, at this hour of the night, in the state that you’re in.” of course, you were the only one in the entire world that would ride one of those pretty pink bikes with a woven basket in gotham. “come on, let me put you to bed.” 
you don’t remember bidding goodbye to dick but you were sure you had. you didn’t remember moving from the table to the door, practically being pushed by jason. however, you did vaguely remember uttering the words, “you need’a say g’night to blondie.” to which he responded with. “who?” 
that confused you because he genuinely seemed confused, as though he hadn’t even remembered the colour of the hair belonging to the girl he’d just spoken to. had he really been that uninterested or was he just putting on a show?
you did remember, however, sitting on the cold tiles of jason’s bathroom floor after he’d undressed you, stripping you to your undergarments and placing a long tee over you. you remembered the way his hands gently did it, soothing you as he went, uttering soft words and assuring you that it was okay.
in no way did he make anything sexual, instead, he was merely caring for his ‘best friend’. 
you remembered the way the tears began rolling down your cheeks as you dry sobbed pathetically, the drink getting the better of you.
jason had been tending to your face, a cotton pad covered in micellar water gently cleansing your skin, softly dancing it across the makeup that covered your face and wiping it clean. he wasn’t used to taking off makeup, obviously, so this was a little difficult for him. but he got used to it.
it wasn’t the first time he’d done it for you.
only difference was this time he was comforting your cries at the same time. “shh, shh, c’mon, tell me wh’s the matter, baby?” all soft and gentle with you as you couldn’t do anything but let the liquidy tears fall down your face, trying to avoid his gaze. “c’mon, tell jay wh’s wrong so he can fix it.” 
but how were you to tell him that the reason you were crying was because you loved him? 
you couldn’t, so instead you opted for shaking your head, words practically heaving out of you as your breaths became laboured and uneven. 
jason could tell where this was going. 
he’d comforted you on multiple occasions, some worse than others but that didn’t change the fact that he knew you from the inside and out. “hey, hey, breathe, pretty girl, breathe.” 
he’d taken your head in the palm of his hand, gently placing it against his chest so that you could feel the way his own chest rose and fell and hear the way his heart beated against his ribcage. he knew this was a good thing to do when it came to you, this was a reminder that he was alive and by the way you could hear and feel it too, surely, you were alive as well. 
it was grounding. 
“in with me, c’mon, angel.” breathing in and you followed, trying to take as much air into your lungs as you possibly could. “‘n out, good girl.” he praised, hearing the shaky breath that you still let out.
when your breathing had regulated back to normal, there were still tears streaming down your face and you couldn’t help but cry and whimper pathetically. you could blame the alcohol or you could blame the fact that you’d gotten so caught up in play pretend that you’d forgotten yourself, who you were and what you really meant to jason. 
“s-shouldn’t have come.” you muttered through your desperate cries. “shouldn’t have come here.” while the messy tears coated your perfect skin. 
it broke jason’s heart. you were his bubbly girl, always grinning and smiling, laughing at jokes you didn’t understand, grinning at people you didn’t even particularly like, you were nothing but good. you were gold, if the colour was a person, it was you. your heart was as big as a heart could get yet you know what they say, the bigger the person, the harder they fall.
and sometimes your poor golden heart simply couldn’t take the mean world. 
“what?” suddenly, his own heart began to shatter. he suddenly felt as though it was his fault. you were acting like this because you didn’t want to be here, because either something had happened or simply you were too overstimulated due to the gala itself (poor oblivious jason still hadn’t got it right.) whatever the case, he’d been the one to drag you along here and now he felt guilt pang his heart heavily. “no, no everyone loved you, what are you talking about?” 
your teary, broken eyes glanced up at him, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away. 
perhaps it was the too much alcohol that had entered your lightweight system or perhaps it was the way he looked so… dreamy, even through your blurred vision. his pretty sapphire eyes gazed down at you, so full of concern and worry. he cared so deeply about you, you could tell from his eyes. the slope of his nose, his pretty lips drawn into a frown, his sharp jaw line and the little curls of his hair, white streaks at the front on wide display.
“i’m a fool.” you uttered, so pathetically, full of realisation.
once again, his black brows furrowed in confusion yet also so full of concern. he wanted to understand, to help you but you were proving it awfully difficult, not that he blamed you. “what? you’re not a fool, what are you talking about?” 
you sniffled, practically blubbering. “i told you i’d have to be a fool to love you ‘n if that’s true then i’m a fool.” you hadn’t a notion of what possessed your mouth to move, possessed you to speak. “‘m the biggest fool in the world because i love you so much ‘n im scared i’ll never be able to stop loving you.” 
and the biggest problem was that you were sure he’d never feel the same. 
“is that what all of this is about?” he had to stop himself from chuckling at you, otherwise you’d take it the wrong way and the tears would begin again. instead, his eyes softened and his hand came down to move the hair from your face. “you should have just told me, princess, all of this could have been avoided.” 
you stared up at him with those dazed, confused eyes. 
“when i told you i didn’t want a girlfriend.” he confessed. “it wasn’t because i didn’t want one it was because i didn’t want one that’s not you.” you had to blink at him, thinking it was all merely a dream. “i love you too, sweet girl, always have, always will.” 
and you were sure it was a dream. 
“jay?” 
“yeah?” 
“will you tell me this again when i’m sober?” 
a chuckle. 
“of course, angel.” 
“promise?” 
“i promise.” 
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Memories & Delusions
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PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE
SYNOPSIS: Jason Todd is dead, you have to remember that; even if the newest villain in town is both incredibly sexy and reminds you of the boy you used to love.
FANDOM: DC
PAIRING(S): Jason Todd x Fem!Reader
RATING: PG
CHARACTERS MENTIONED: Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Tim
GENRE/AU: fluff, different timeline AU (not mentioned in detail but the timeline is different than canon), canon divergence, reader is kind of like Stephanie so NOT Bruce’s kids but she does live in the manor.
WORD COUNT: 3.9k
WARNINGS: Swearing, mentions of blood and injuries.
A/N: I could fs do a part two to this ;)
DEDICATIONS: Myself for having this idea for more than two years and finally getting it out in writing in some way
CREDITS: N/A
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“Jesus Christ! Who the fuck is this guy, Batman?” You exclaim, panting hard through your mask; whoever this Red Hood guy is… he really knows your team's weaknesses. It’s disconcerting.
Weirdly enough, he’s left you mostly alone.
Bruce shrugs from across the room. “That’s what we’re trying to figure out.”
It’s a blur of movement as Red Hood tries to attack mostly Bruce, only attacking Dick or you if you get in the way.
He’s said almost nothing since this fight started.
After a few minutes, Bruce sends a signal and jumps out of the half destroyed building; Dick follows and jumps out shortly after.
Leaving just you and Gothams latest criminal.
You’re about to turn to jump again, when suddenly your wrist is caught in Red Hood’s hand.
The familiarity of it makes you gasp and freeze.
He stares down at you, intimidating and silent through his red helmet.
Returning his stare, with as much fiery energy as you can muster, you try to pull your wrist away; His grip is like iron and you can’t.
“Don’t get in my way, Y/n.” He says, making your heart drop with the use of your civilian name. “I won’t choose between you and my goal.”
Your back is rigid and you’re breathing has stopped… if he knows your name, that means he probably knows everyone else’s too.
Fuck.
He finally lets go, brushing past your stiff body.
You’re too shocked to follow him.
….
“He knew my name, Bruce!” You say, feeling panicked. “Do you know what that means?”
Bruce nods curtly. “It means you aren’t suiting up until we’ve taken him down.” You try to protest but Bruce holds a hand up to cut you off. “It’s not up for discussion.”
You fidget with the small red pendant hanging around your neck, something you do whenever you’re feeling too many emotions.
It reminds you of Jason, the first boy you’ve ever been in love with and also the last; Jason was also Bruce’s second adopted son.
Jason Todd died five years ago.
But when he was alive… There was something special about him. He was always so eager to help Bruce by being robin.
That was back before you had your own suit; really, you’d only gotten a superhero identity so you could hunt down the joker and get revenge for Jason, but Bruce had managed to convince you not to do that in the last five years.
Probably for the best, even if seventeen is too young for someone to die; even if having a strong bond ripped away from you before it could become anything still hurt so badly.
You follow Bruce down into the batcave. “What do we know about Red Hood? Do we have any idea how he originated? It seems like he just popped out of nowhere.”
Bruce contemplates his answer as he unlocks the bat computer. “All we know is that he would have had to fly under our radar for months in order to take over the whole underground drug ring.”
You over hover his shoulder, trying to see what’s on the screen below him. “I don’t understand how we wouldn’t hear anything about him? With that many people who work for him, you’d think one of them would mention something.”
He hums in response. “They must be terrified of him.”
Alfred inserts himself into the conversation and ushers you back into the main part of the manor. “Alright, Miss. Y/n, You’re officially off duty indefinitely.” He pauses. “Like Master Bruce said, it is safer if you disconnect yourself from your hero identity.”
You frown. “If he knows my real name, he probably knows where I live.”
“He also told you, quote ‘don’t get in my way’ end quote.” Alfred tuts. “He clearly has no intention of hurting you as a civilian.”
You huff and head up to your bedroom, feeling like you really need to be out there but not really knowing why.
You suppose you don’t know what to do with your time anymore, now that you’ve been superhero-ing for so long.
When was the last time you read a book? Or watched a movie, just because you wanted to? It’s been too long…
Your bookshelves mostly carry decorative encyclopedias and other books that would bore you to sleep, so you leave your room and head just down the hallway.
The door creaks as you push open and clicks when you push it shut; then, you’re left in the silence of Jason Todd’s bedroom. Unchanged and untouched from the last moment he was in here.
It’s a little messy but nothing out of the ordinary for a teenage boy; the bed was never made, and his clothes were ever put in his drawers despite them being washed.
There’s books pulled out and just scattered in places, schoolbooks, comic books, novels… finally you spot what you wanted to find.
It’s a very old and very worn copy of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, something the two of you used to read together when you’d sneak onto the roof of the manor at nighttime.
You’d watch the stars and one of you would read the book out loud, until eventually you both would pass out and give Bruce a heart attack the next morning.
Maybe it was time to revisit that tradition, even if you were only reading to yourself.
Bruce and Alfred are in the Cave so you find your way into the roof and lay back. The shingles are definitely more uncomfortable without Jason to lay on, but it’s still a nice feeling nonetheless.
Just the act of laying under the stars with that book in your hands, makes you feel a kind of warmth that you haven’t felt in years.
You close your eyes and take a long, deep breath of night air; It’s fresh and ever so slightly damp, but in a way that makes you feel nice. The cold nips at your body in all the right ways.
Unfortunately, all bliss is momentary, and someone clearing their throat makes you jump a couple centimeters upwards.
You’re met with the bright red helmet of Red Hood.
“Pride and Prejudice, huh?” He says casually, though you're pretty sure he has a voice changer on, which makes his voice sound more irritated than it probably is.
You back up a few inches. “Bru-” Red Hood slaps a hand over your mouth before you can finish yelling for help.
You squirm in his grip, but he just maneuvers you so that your back is to his chest and you can barely move which makes your body lock up again— you can’t help the feeling of familiarity that settles in your stomach, or the way your body reacts to his.
Worst of all, he smells just like… no, it must just be where you are.
Jason Todd is dead.
And yet.
“Relax, Y/n, I’m not here to hurt you.” Something about him makes you listen and you relax your body. He kind of half-scoffs in response. “Are you done?”
You nod as best you can. He releases you.
“Who— why are you here?” You say, trying to ignore the fact that everything about this masked man reminds you of Jason.
Your chest rises and falls irregularly as he stares at you.
His head snaps away randomly. “Why should I tell you that?”
“Don’t answer my question with a question.”
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.”
There’s a look of defiance shared between the two of you, or, at least, on your end. You can’t actually see his face so you’re really just assuming.
You spin away and blow out a labored breath. “God, I must be going insane…” Even the way he talks with you sounds like Jason.
“You’re so short, you look like a bunny who lost its carrot.” He says with a laugh.
“I do not!” You exclaim angrily, your mouth dropping open. “Okay, that’s it, I’m calling Bruce.” Your hand slips into your pocket to pull out your phone, and just as it's out of your pocket, Red Hood grabs your wrist; he traps it in one spot and yanks the phone from your hand.
He gently sets it on the ground. “Tell that fucker whatever you want, but wait until I’m gone.” The tone in his voice sends a chill down your spine. He seems so angry…
With that, he leaves, taken the same way that you took off the roof.
You stand there until you hear the roar of his motorbike, and then you finally retreat from the roof with the book clutched tightly to your chest.
…..
“I’m going with you, Bruce. You can’t stop me.” You say, already moving to try to grab your suit.
“No, you’re not.” He says sternly, blocking your path. “You need to stay out of this fight.”
You raise your eyebrows in challenge. “I’m going whether you let me wear that suit or not.” Bruce apparently doesn’t like this because he frowns even harder than before. You continue, “You can’t go alone. Dick is out of town and Tim is at school. Let me come.”
“You forget I did this by myself for quite a while before I adopted Dick.” He says firmly, leaving no room for argument.
Bruce doesn’t need your help, you know that; helping him isn’t your real goal.
Ever since the rooftop incident with Red Hood you’d gone into some sort of obsessive spiral over his similarities to Jason.
You feel like you need to talk to him again, touch him again… just to see why he’s so familiar; you feel insane.
The deepest parts of your brain scream at you that it’s not just similarities, that he really is Jason but… he can’t be; you watched them bury Jason’s body.
“There’s something else going on with you.” Bruce says, basically sizing you up.
You stiffen, which unfortunately gives away your next lie. “There’s nothing going on with me.” No excuse comes to mind so you don’t say anything more.
Bruce pauses for a beat.
“This has nothing to do with Red Hood.”
“Okay? Why would that matter?” You say dismissively, but also way too fast. “I don’t think keeping me locked up at home helps anyone.”
He sighs and finally caves. “Fine, you can come.”
…..
You aren’t sure how this situation devolved so quickly, but your communications got cut off a while ago and you haven’t been able to find Bruce or navigate very well through the rubble.
You’re bleeding heavily from a few different cuts and you’re pretty sure you sprained your ankle.
The faint cackle of the Joker makes you dive under a fallen piece of concrete, because if he comes this way he’ll surely kill you.
But the laugh recedes so you crawl out and sit against it instead.
You’re just about to start sobbing from the pain when you hear footsteps again; you go silent and try to move but you don't allow that.
You see a flash of red, and then Red Hood turns a corner into your line of sight.
“Christ’s sake, Y/n.” He mumbles. “What happened?” He approaches and drops down so he’s sitting on his feet, he stares for a moment, and you assume he’s assessing your injuries.
“You can’t call me that— here.” You hiss when he presses a finger against your ankle.
He stands up and takes both your hands, completely ignoring what you said. “Up. But don’t stand on your bad ankle.”
You grip his hands and stand up, holding your bad ankle in the air; Red Hood scoops you up bridal style not a moment later.
You squeal. “What are you doing?”
He stops walking and turns the face of his helmet directly toward you. “I’m taking you back to my base so I can help you get fixed up.” He interrupts you before you can speak, answering the question you were going to ask. “Batman isn’t here anymore, he went to follow after the Joker.”
It’s a rough walk to his bike, and it lasts for about ten minutes; ten awkward minutes of you being carried by Red Hood.
Red Hood who’s supposed to be a criminal and your enemy. Red Hood who brings you more comfort than he should just because of who he reminds you of.
He settles you onto the bike, pulling out an extra helmet before he speeds off.
…..
“Jesus, you sprained your ankle really badly.” He curses, performing whatever medical procedures as you hiss and whine at the pain.
He’s already stitched and/or dressed any of the open wounds you had and he saved the worst for last.
“Okay,” he says absent-mindedly. “I can’t do this properly with this thing.”
He reaches for his helmet but you stop him. “You’re taking your helmet off?”
He hesitates, then nods slowly. “I have to. If you don’t want to see, then shut your eyes until I’m done.”
You nod and squeeze your eyes shut.
He sighs softly and gets back to working on your ankle.
…..
“I swear to god, Bruce, it’s him. Red Hood is Jason.” You say, purposfully making your voice flat and void of emotion. “He has to be.”
Bruce just stares.
And stares.
Sympathetically, softly. But he stares.
“Jason has been dead for a long time, Y/n, and you know that.”
“No— I know, but he can’t be— that has to be him.” You back up into one of the chairs in the batcave, trying to calm your racing heart; you still try to keep a calm outward facade.
“What makes you think he’s Jason?” Bruce asks.
You weakly gesture at nothing with your hand. “Just look at him. He’s— everything about him is the same.”
Tim snorts from the computer. “The running drug rings and murders?”
“Not appropriate, Tim.” Dick says flatly and Tim’s face falls quickly.
You don’t blame him, you probably would have made a joke like that too.
Shaking your head, you stare at the floor past Bruce. “They sound the same, they talk the same way, they look similar— hell, they even smell the same.”
Bruce’s brows furrow. “How do you know what he smells like?”
“Uh…” you stall. “You know, close combat.”
Apparently, he drops it even though he clearly doesn’t believe you, because he asks another question. “We’ve never seen Red Hood unmasked, how do you know they look similar?”
You shrug. “They just do. There’s just something about him. I haven’t been able to shake the feeling for a while.”
It’s silent again for several long moments.
Then Bruce shakes his head absentmindedly.
“Jason is dead, Y/n. No matter how much we miss him, he can’t come back.”
But he’s wrong, he has to be.
Because no one is that similar to someone. You’re sure of it.
……
Your cheeks are wet and your eyes are starting to become raw from you rubbing at them.
Sobbing pathetically on the rooftop of the manor because you had to be reminded about a death that happened a long time ago is not the highlight of your day.
It’s stupid, going from sure of yourself, to telling yourself you’re so stupid for ever thinking it could be true in the first place.
There’s footsteps beside you, but you don’t look up. You don’t care enough to see who it is.
You fidget with the necklace around your neck as you sniffle into your knees.
Something clicks and then hisses as if air pressure is being released before you hear a tiny thud, and then someone pulls you into them.
You know who it is now.
“What’s wrong?” He asks quietly. You know you could look up and confirm your suspicions at any moment but you just can’t bring yourself to do it.
It’s not true, after all, because it can’t be. It’s not possible.
You shrug against him. “I’m reopening old wounds for no reason.” You pause. “Why do you trust me?”
He’s silent, contemplative for a while. “You’re you.”
You laugh dryly. “That doesn’t explain anything.”
“You haven’t even bothered to look have you?” His hand strokes lines in your hair. “You could. I don’t think I’d mind.”
“I don’t want to know.” You say, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I’m not ready for that.”
He nods, you can feel the movement through his body, even though it’s subtle.
You sit, wrapped up in his arms for a long while before he clears his throat softly and asks, “what old wounds have you been reopening?”
Your eyes well again, but you choke back the tears. “An old… friend, I guess. He died.” You start to pull back but you don’t look at his face.
Instead, you bury your face in your hands again. He lets you pull back. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
You shrug. “It was a long time ago, he just meant a lot to me— and it’s really hard because you remind me so much of him.”
He makes a sort of strangled sound and then clears his throat again but more rough this time. “Why do you say that?”
His voice sounds even more similar without the helmet and voice changer. This man is going to be the death of you. Maybe literally. “I don’t… I don’t know. It’s just everything.” You shake your head and laugh sardonically. “It’s driving me insane.”
“How did he die?” His voice is darker than before, and there’s a sort of undertone you can’t place.
“Brutally.” You stop, take a deep breath, and offer only a bit more context. “The Joker.”
He hums. “The Joker‘s alive and ruling this dumb city.” He pauses. “How do you think your friend would feel about that?”
“Probably about the same as I do. Sick.” You run a hand through your hair, purposefully trying to avoid seeing his face. “That’s why I became a hero, you know. I wanted to kill the joker because he killed Ja- um, my friend.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“People stopped me before I did something I couldn’t come back from.” You say, wrapping your arms around your legs. “I hope the joker suffers a terrible death, but I don’t think it should be by my hands. He wins if I spend the rest of my existence regretting it.”
Red Hood picks up his helmet and clicks it back on. “Right.” He stands and stares down at you. “I have to leave now.”
You shudder at his sudden coldness, and stand abruptly. “Okay, I— um, goodbye…?” You want to smack yourself at how unsure you sound. “Did I say something wrong?”
He shakes his head. “I just don’t know why you would ever regret ridding the world of someone like The Joker, that’s all.”
Stiffly, you nod and wipe your hands on your pants.
“Sorry about your friend.” He finishes, before leaving you alone on the roof again. “Too bad I didn’t know him.”
Basically, crushing any hopes you might’ve had that he was Jason.
……
This is an atrociously stupid idea, you know; driving directly into the den of Gotham's biggest drug lord is the smartest thing to do.
But Gotham's biggest drug lord is Red Hood, and you’re fairly sure he won’t hurt you. Mostly.
His lackeys though, don’t seem so forgiving.
“Who the hell are you?” The man who barks the question at you, is raggedy looking and has the worst, most distasteful tattoos you’ve seen in your life.
“I’m here to see Red Hood.” You amend quickly, “I’m a friend of his.”
“Yeah, right.” The other guard says, a bulky looking woman who is also insanely beautiful… unsettlingly so. “A fragile little thing like you, friends with our boss… please.”
You scoff. “Trust me, I’m not fragile.” Stopping, you contemplate whether it’s a good idea to start something, considering your ankle is still healing. “Just call him.”
She rolls her eyes. “Fine, whatever.”
An old phone hangs on the wall and she picks up the receiver and quickly dials a number. “Hey, I have a woman here who says she’s the bosses friend— her name? I have no clue— Oi, what’s your name?” The woman barks at you.
“Y/n.”
“Her name’s Y/n.” She’s silent for a minute while we all wait, then she hangs up the phone aggressively and yanks your arm into her grip. “Lucky. Let’s go.”
The corridors are a bit confusing to navigate, but you’re mostly just following the woman, who seems very familiar with them.
After ten minutes you reach a door, it matches almost every other door, but it has ‘boss’ written crudely on it in spray paint.
“You’re on your own from here.” She says gruffly before stomping away.
You take a moment to collect yourself before you knock, and the door swings open before you can even finish knocking.
“Why are you here?” Red Hood sounds breathless behind his mask, as if something winded him. “How did you remember how to get here?”
“I’m… actually not sure.” You chuckle quietly to yourself as Red Hood pulls you inside.
He sits down at a desk after pulling a chair out for you to sit in. “Again, why are you here?”
Your heart seizes for a moment as if the reason why you’re here hit you all over again. “I want you to show me who you are.”
“Are you sure?” Red Hood questions slowly, his body locking up. “You’re not going to like it.”
You nod curtly. “Yes, I need to know.”
He takes a deep breath and stands up, coming right up close to you. Far enough that you could see his face clearly but close enough to have your knees buckling.
He reaches up and presses a button you can’t see. The helmet hisses and opens, he pulls it off.
And your jaw drops.
Standing there, in grown up glory, black hair, green eyes that used to kill you, is Jason Fucking Todd.
“You’re— You’re not— dead.” You stammer, almost reaching out to touch him before you yank your hand back.
You’re so irrationally angry and also relieved and devastated all at the same time.
Jason sets the helmet down. You can’t decide whether to hug him and never let go or slap him for waiting so long to tell you. “That’s a… complicated story.” He pauses. “I promise I’ll tell you that story but I just— can’t get into that right now.”
You nod slowly. “Okay… that means I can get fucking pissed now.”
You’ve clearly confused him when you wrap your hands around his waist and squeeze tightly while also cursing him out. “I can’t believe you waited this long to show me.”
You can see the smart-ass comment on the tip of his tongue but he bites it back. “I knew you’d find out eventually.” His eyes caress your body and there’s a look of longing lingering in his eyes; he seems to be contemplating something. “Fuck it, I’ve been waiting too long to do this.”
You barely have time to react as Jason lowers his face down to yours and kisses you; As soon as you realize what he’s doing, you kiss back.
His hands go to rest on your hips, as you slowly get pushed back into his desk behind you. When you hit the ledge of if, Jason lifts you onto its surface, and pulls back.
“I’ve wanted to do that since we were kids.” He says quietly.
You gently touch your lips, almost in disbelief. “I’ve been wanting you to do that since we were kids.”
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•Content warnings: none that I can think of (warn me if there is)
•Summary: Jason finds you wearing his clothes
Soooo I came across this Jason bot and I had to write a little something 🤭 (link at the end)
• SUGGESTIVE CONTENT MINORS DNI!!! •
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Jason had been away on a mission for a few days. You were sitting alone at home, bored. He was supposed to come back later that day so you decided to kill two birds with one stone and get rid of your boredom by preparing a surprise for your boyfriend.
You got out of bed, walked towards your shared closet and picked up one of Jason's helmets, one of his leather jacket and his favourite set of lingerie of yours.
After putting it all on you stood in front of your bedroom mirror, taking the ensamble in and thinking about how to pose for the "I miss you" text you were planning on sending.
You were too busy lost in your thoughts, posing for your phone so you didn't hear your front door opening and Jason coming into the apartment. He walked towards your bedroom to greet you but stopped in his tracks at the door and looked at you for a few moments before speaking up "What's the special occasion?"
You got slightly startled but quickly threw your phone on the bed and went to give him a welcome hug.
He hugged you back and asked again "What's up with the outfit, hon?"
"I wanted to give you a surprise"
"You did" He said, moving his hands down to grab your waist "Now can you take that helmet off? I want to kiss my girlfriend properly"
You obliged and took it off and placed it carefully on a nearby shelf. You took his face in your hands and kissed him softly. He deepened the kiss, moving his hands up and down your torso, going to your ass and back to your waist. His mouth travelled from your lips to your neck and then your collarbones. He kept going lower until he was kneeling on the floor in front of you, leaving kisses on your stomach and over your panties while muttering praises "You're wearing my favourite.." "Got all pretty for me" "I missed you so much, love"
Needless to say his clothes didn't last long on either of your bodies
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I don't know what's with me and leaving things half written 🤩
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a1307s · 4 months
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Ice Pop
(Jason Todd Smut)
[Art is not mine! Credit to Crow Kid]
Requested by: dogma0325
Keys:
Y/N: Your Name
Word Count: 4262
Warnings and/or Pre-notes:
Cursing
Semi-public sex
Oral (female receiving)
Fingering
Degrading
Begging
Creampie
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     "Lady Wayne?" Alfred calls, pulling my attention away from the case file I've been looking over for Bruce.
     "Hm?" I hum out, glancing at Alfred across the kitchen before turning back to my work.
     "I made ice pops for the boys and you. Would you mind giving them out for me so I can start dinner?"
     "Why'd you make ice pops?" I ask, getting up and heading towards Alfred. Sat on a tray in front of him are big ice cubs packed full of different fruits, each with a popsicle sticking out the bottom.
     "You guys do not drink enough water so I'm hoping this will help."
"We drink plenty of water," I answer back, picking up the tray.
     Alfred sighs, turning his attention to me. A deep frown is present on his face making his aging stand out even more on his face. "Lady Wayne, please tell me you don't actually think that."
     "Of course not," I tell him, following it with a laugh. None of us are good at taking care of ourselves in any way, much less in our water intake.
     I walk out of the kitchen, popsicle tray in tow as I head towards the second story of the manor. It doesn't take long to run into one of the boys. Damian is doing God knows what on the staircase. He's prancing around the steps, his katana in hand as he swishes it around. "What's up, Short Stack?" I poke at him, making sure to leave plenty of room between us.
     "Practicing inclined swordsmanship," Dami answers, following it with a click of his tongue.
     "That makes complete sense," I lie between my teeth. What is up with this kid? "Maybe let's not play with swords on the stairs though," I tell him, holding out one of the ice pops.
     Damian takes the pop, pairing it with another tongue click. "I'm a trained assassin. I think I'll be fine practicing on the stairs."
     I hum before hopping up the stairs, passing him on the way. "A trained pain in the ass too," I mumble to myself once he's out of earshot. I walk down the hallway, stopping outside Dick's room. I gently knock, which is responded to quickly with the door swinging open.
     "Hello!"
     "Hello Y/N," Richard answers, glancing down at the tray in my hands. "Did you make popsicles?"
     "Alfred made us ice pops. He says we don't drink enough water," I explain, holding out another pop.
     "Hey, Tim?" He asks, ducking his head back into his room. "Do you want a popsicle?"
     "Fuck ya!" Tim answers, quickly joining us at the door frame. "Thank you, Y/N," the younger boy says, taking a treat from the tray before disappearing back into the bedroom.
     "Thank you," Dick repeats, also taking an ice pop before disappearing too.
     That was pretty easy. I thought it would be more of a struggle to find everyone. With the manor being so big and the cave downstairs being even bigger, sometimes it's a struggle to find people. Maybe I'll get lucky, and Jason will be in his room too. I let the thought push me toward Jay's room. Once outside, just like Dick's room, I knock. Unlike Dick's room, I don't get an answer. "Jason," I call, knocking on the door again. There is no answer, so I decide to peek inside. The room is empty, with no sign of Jason at all.
     Maybe I'll get lucky, and he'll be in the bat-cave. If not, then he just won't get an icicle. I make the short walk down the hallway to Bruce's study. Once again, I knock just in case. You never know if Bruce has a business partner in there or if they're work or league-related so it's best to be prepared. After a few seconds, the study door opens, and Bruce's grizzly bear form takes up the space. "I brought you a snack!" I chirp, raising the tray some.
     "Thank you for the ice-pop," Bruce says, a soft smile covering his face as he picks out which one he wants. "Jason is down in the cave if you want to give him his or I can take it down."
     "No, I'll take it down. I'm soaking in my break time from the Riddler case."
     Bruce chuckles some before stepping aside so I can walk through. I squeeze through the gap, making sure not to drop the last two popsicles. The older man closes the door behind me before sitting back down at his desk. I take my time walking through the room towards the clock, looking over all the bookcases pilled full of books. I mess with the clock, getting it to unlock as I look over some of the titles. I need to come snoop through here for a good read once I finish my book.
     The clock pops some as it swings open, the old wood worn and stressed from constant use. I slip through, making sure to close it behind me in case Bruce gets a visitor. The cave echoes as I walk down the metal stairs, my slippers sliding a bit as I walk. You'd figure by now I'd wear shoes with more traction, so I don't slip on the constantly soaked floors. Oh well.
     "Jason!" I yell, walking down the last few stairs before standing steadily on the cave floor which is also soaked. Go figure. Who'd guess that a cave in the 'rainy city' of Gotham would always be wet and cold?
     "Y/N!" Jason yells back, his voice echoing some off the walls.
     I turn my head in the direction of his voice. Jason is tucked under one of the bat-cycles, working away on who knows what. He's always tinkering on something; The bikes, the bat-mobile, the bat-plane, something. I make a quick - but careful - pace towards the makeshift garage where all the bikes are stored. The 'garage' is more so a fancy shed than a garage. The left of it is stocked full of motorcycles. The right on the other hand is Jason's work bench that's always packed full of tools and different parts. The front of the shed - other than the door - is a wall of glass windows. You can see the left from the computer but it's harder to see the right. It's even harder considering the bat-mobile is usually parked in front of the windows on this side, like it is today.
     "I brought you an ice pop," I tell him, setting the tray on the workbench before leaning against it. The edge of the bench digs into my back a bit but it's worth getting the pressure off my feet. For once it's not overflowing with random shit.
     "Did you?" Jay asks, shifting some to get out from under the bike before deciding not to. He pulls on something, causing the metal to clink against the floor. "That's not good," he mumbles to himself more so than to me.
     "Probably not," I answer back, crossing my arms over my chest and smiling some.
     "Ya, ya, ya," he grumbles, sliding himself out before shifting to a sitting position. His eyes glance over me before settling back towards the bike.
     Ever since the failed mission last week Richard swears there's been tension between Jason and me. On my last mission, I got shot a few times which has benched me from on-field missions. It's part of the reason I've been looking over case files for Bruce. Jason swooped in and played hero, which ended in a feverish kiss. We've both ignored it; not because of me though. I keep trying to talk about it, but he just brushes it off. Since it doesn't seem like he cares much I've settled on it just being heat from the 'you almost died' moment. It's nothing more than that, a misstep that happened because emotions were high. Though Richard swears up and down that, we like each other. Maybe so, but Dick likes drama so he can be a pot-stirrer sometimes.
     I watch Jason tinker a bit more, making sure not to stare at his shoulders too long. Jason is an asshole most of the time, but even assholes can look good when their mouths aren't running. Especially tall assholes with a physique that reviles Bruce's. "Are you going to eat an ice pop?" I ask, glancing towards the computer stored in the cave. I can't see much of it, but I can see the top of someone's head, probably Tim's or Bruce's.
     "Are you going to harass me about it until I say yes?"
     "On behalf of Alfred, yes."
     Jason half sighs, and half chuckles before standing up. "Well, I can't say no to Alfred," he says, walking towards me. Jay stops in front of me, less than an inch between us as he reaches behind us to grab a popsicle off the tray. A mixed smell of leather and oil rolls off of him, filling me up with fuzzy warmth. "Is the other one for you?" He asks, pulling his arms back in front of us, both ice-pops in his hands.
     "Mmhmm," I hum, glancing down at his hands. I am not petite by any means of the word, but I feel small when around Jason. Anyone would feel small around the brick of a man.
     Jay hums back, popping his treat into his mouth before holding mine out to me. I should be an asshole and push him to acknowledge the kiss. The thought rolls around my head for a second as my eyes flicker from Jay's face to his hand. I bend my head down some, taking the pop into my mouth as he still holds it. I make a show of it, wrapping my hand around his wrist as I slide down some. I keep a hold of the pop, loosening his grip on it before lifting my head back up; the icicle still wrapped up in my lips.
     Hood's jaw is set tight, eyes drinking me in for a couple of seconds before he turns on his heels and walks away from me. Ya, Richard is definitely wrong. I push the event out of my head, focusing on the stuff I've been reading about Riddler, figuring the new environment will help my thought process. I roll over the information, absorbing the melting ice, occasionally pulling it out of my mouth so my teeth don't get too cold. The curse of having sensitive teeth. The room is mostly quiet, though, occasionally Jay drops something, cutting through the silence and causing Tim to pipe up and ask if we're okay.
     Maybe I should recommend checking out some of Riddler's old hideouts. He's on the run again after attacking one of the Joker's men. I don't see him finding a new hideout on such short notice. Maybe he's staying with Two-Face, they're pretty close. Though I think Bruce already checked out-
     "Can you stop that?" Jay asks sharply, pulling me out of my thought process.
     I pull the ice out of my mouth again, causing it to pop louder than I meant to. "Can I stop what?"
     "That," he hisses, eyes throwing daggers at me. "You're being annoying."
     "Oh, I'm sorry," I mumble, going back to my treat but making sure to be as quiet as possible as I enjoy it. I wonder if the Riddler just fled town? Probably not, if he hasn't before, I don't see him doing it now. Maybe we should just interrogate Two-Face about it. Even if Bruce cleared all of Two-Face's hideouts, that doesn't mean he doesn't know where his buddy is.
     "Y/N," Jason husks out, his voice a lot closer to me than it was before. I look up from the floor to be met with Jason once again barely an inch away. "You should go back upstairs."
     "Why?" I ask around the ice-pop, cranking my neck some to look into Jay's eyes.
     He rolls his jaw some, his eyes hard as they stare down at mine. "You're being a distraction," Jason finally answers, taking the popsicle out of my mouth and throwing it on the workbench. "Go upstairs."
     "Hey! You just ruined my treat," I whine, dropping my hands to my hips as I glare at the taller ex-robin.
     He rolls his eyes, starting to walk away as he mumbles to himself, "Maybe I wouldn't have ruined it if you did that to my-" The sentence is cut off as Jay sits back down on the floor.
If I did that to his what?... Oh... Oh... No, I did not... I didn't get into Jay's head. I mean, I teased a bit, but I didn't think it was that bad. I barely did anything. Well, unless me 'annoying' him wasn't normal annoyance and was that kind of annoyance instead. Was it?
     I hum, pushing myself off the workbench, and start heading towards the door so I can test my theory. "Maybe if you'd ask like a big boy I would," I mumble as I slide past Jason, quickly slipping out the door after the words are out. I leave the door open, giving me the chance to sneak a peek at how he's reacting. Jay's head shoots up at my words, his eyes glancing from my descending form and the project in front of him.
     "Y/N," he calls, quickly climbing to his feet and chasing after me. His big hands wrap around my shoulders, pulling me back. "What did you say?" he asks, shifting himself so I'm trapped between him and the bat-mobile.
     "What did you say?" I repeat, shoving my hands into the back pockets of my pants.
     Jason stands there, hands still heavy on my shoulders as he stares down at me. "I... didn't say shit," he finally pushes out, taking a quick glance at my lips before staring back at my face.
     "I didn't say anything either then."
     Silence falls between us, the only sound being Tim tapping away at the computer and occasional yaps from the bats hanging from the ceiling. "You... you are a fucking tease," Jay finally whispers, his fingers featherily light as they skip down my arms.
     "How am I tease?" I ask, making sure to sound cocky. I'm finally going to get him to talk about the kiss. I win.
     "Sitting there blowing a popsicle... Looking at me with doe eyes..." Jay's hands jump from my arms to my waist, still light as they dance across the waistband of my jeans. "Spending the last week walking around with almost nothing on. Pretending it's so there's easier access to your bandages," he mumbles, his fingers working at undoing my pants.
     "Jay, I was just trying to get you to talk about - Oh!" My words are cut off by a soft moan as Hood dances his fingers across my clothed pussy. My hand falls back to his wrist, wrapping my fingers around it tighter than I did earlier as the other one slides around his shoulders to latch onto the back of his neck.
     "Oh?" He repeats pupils dilated, hiding some of the green as he watches my reactions. His fingers are still light as they circle my clit, down to my hole, before circling back up again. My legs close some, the feeling of Jason's forearm muscles being pressed into my thighs. "You know, since bringing you back to the cave, seeing how cute you looked all bandaged up and planted in that hospital bed-" he starts, tilting his head down and whispering in my ear, "- all I've thought about is how amazing it would be to serve you. Living on my knees so I can please you. It must be so painful to get yourself off with five bullet holes littering your stomach. Tell me, can you bend enough to finger yourself, Baby?"
     "Jay-"
     "I asked a question," he says, shifting his head over so that our noses are gently pressed together. "Yes-" he starts, sliding his fingers under the right side of my panties, "-or no?" Hood finishes, switching his touches to the left side of my underwear.
     "No," I breathe out, releasing his wrist to join my hand on his neck alongside the other one.
     "Hmm," he hums out, placing a quick peck on my lips before lifting his head again. Jay drops his hand from my pussy, wrapping both of them around my thighs to lift me. I whine from the lack of friction, getting a chuckle out of him. He's careful not to press against my stomach, avoiding causing pain to flower from my healing wounds. Jay's lips are light as they slide over my neck and his hands heavy as they set me down on the hood of the car.
     "Jason you can't, we can't-"
     "I can, you just have to let me," he mumbles, sliding his hands to my back and dipping down my pants. His hands are warm as he pushes my pants off of me, and gentle as he lifts me to pull them down my legs before discarding them to the ground. "Let me taste you, please?" Jay whispers, placing a kiss behind my ear before trailing down my jaw and neck again.
     "But Tim's in the cave," I whine, shoving my hands into his hair and letting my fingers get tangled in it.
     "So?" He asks, sliding his hands under my shirt, hooking his thumbs on the hum to push it up as his hands rise.
     "Ow, fuck don't do that," I hiss when Jay slides over one of my wounds.
     "I'm sorry," he murmurs, pushing my shirt over my head and letting it fall onto the hood of the car. Once my shirt is off, Jason's mouth is instantly attached to me. He makes quick work, sucking and kissing any skin he comes in contact with as his hands slide back down to my thighs. The chillness of the car aids in the need that's building. My thighs are peeled apart, and my panties are soon descending my legs as well.
     "I cannot wait until you're better."
     "Why is that?" I ask, my fingers tugging on his hair as his fingers ghost over my clit.
     "I want to hear you sucking on me like you did that popsicle," Jason says, stealing another quick kiss before he falls to his knees. "Take your bra off," he orders, glancing up at me before looking back at my cunt, "I want to see your tits as I enjoy your pussy."
     Reluctantly, I remove my hands from his hair, unclasping my bra and tossing it on top of my pants before planting them back on his head. Jay's eyes stay locked on my tits as he makes long, slow licks over my clit. His hands are rough as they grip my thighs, stopping me from locking them around his head. "You taste so good," he whispers, poking his tongue into my pussy before latching his mouth around my clit.
     Jason enjoys himself, watching my boobs move around as he sucks and licks at me. It doesn't take long for the knot in my stomach to tighten and soon enough I release onto Hood's tongue. He hums happily to himself, taking his time licking my mess up. "Bruce is going to be pissed when he sees the mess you left on his car," he teases, followed by a soft chuckle.
     "Jay," I whine, tugging on his hair to try and get him to crawl up my body.
     "Y/N," he whines back, further teasing me but doing as I want. "You're acting like a whiney little thing. What happened to the badass that teased me with a popsicle? Not so badass anymore, huh?" His fingers dip into me, curling occasionally before he pulls them back out of me. "Are you a needy brat? The spoiled Wayne baby that's not used to being told no?" Jay's fingers speed up their pumping as he degrades me, kisses being littered across me as he speaks.
     "Jason, please," I whine again, dropping my hands to his waist to try and pull him closer to me.
     "Please what, baby? What do you want?"
     "Please?" I try again, drawing out the word.
     "'Maybe if you'd ask like a big girl I would' give you what you want," he says, throwing my words back in my face.
     "Fuck me, Jay," I mumble, working my hands at his belt and pants to try and undo them. I do manage to get them undone and waste no time sliding my hand in. I softly paw at his dick, impatiently waiting to hear him make the noises he's been forcing out of me.
     "What a needy little thing. Less than ten minutes ago you were oh so worried about Tim seeing us and now look at you. You're naked propped up on a car, begging me to fuck you as you give me a handy. It turns you on, doesn't it? It turns you on knowing at any second someone could see me filling your pussy." I hate to admit it but he's not wrong and he knows it, which makes it even worse.
     Jason chuckles a bit as he pulls his fingers out of me. I pout at the emptiness left inside me, which gets me a deep, slow kiss from the anti-hero. "Don't pout baby, I'll fill you back up in no time," he promises, wrapping his arms around my legs again to lift me. Jay props me back on my feet before turning me around and bending me over the hood of the car, being careful not to push the metal into my bandages.
     The cold metal sends shivers through me and causes my nipples to harden almost painfully. In no time his fingers are sliding back into me, continuing to gently push me towards my orgasm. The jingling of Jay's belt fills the space between before his fingers are lost, and his tip is pressed against my hole to mess with me. He gently pushes his head against me, pulling back before it goes in. "You're teasing," I finally whine, shimming my hips back when he places his tip against me again.
     Jay chuckles but lets me get the extra inch from my movements. "You teased first," he reminds me, placing his hands on my hips. The roughness feels nice against my smooth skin as he tightens his grasp. He uses his hands to keep me in place as he slides the rest of the way in. The stretching sends continual waves of pleasure through me, rewarding Jay with a soft moan. His hair softly tickles me as he leans down to litter my back with kisses, using them to fill in the time he's given me to adjust.
     After a minute, Jason slowly pulls out before bottoming out in me again. His pace stays slow and soft as he uses me. The zipper of his pants rubs against my thighs every time our hips clash. "Jay, I need more," I whimper, trying to buck my hips back but his hands stop me from doing it.
     "You don't need more, you want more," he answers, a smirk forming in his kisses. Despite the teasing, Jay gives in, keeping his pace slow but thrusting into me harder. I can feel myself tightening around him and his thrusts getting sloppier. "You're such a fucking tease," he mumbles as his pace quickens. "Filling my work room and my head with the sounds of you slurping and sucking away on your stupid treat."
     "Jay-" I say, trying to get his attention as he thrusts push me closer to the car's grill than I'd like.
     "I know, baby," he mumbles against my shoulder before pressing a kiss to it. Jason's hands slip from my hips to my stomach, gently cupping my wounds and making sure not to add any pressure to them. "I'm so fucking close," he murmurs, his thrusts still inching me up the hood. His hands bump into the front of the car, adding slight pressure to my stomach before he adjusts his placement.
     Jason's thrusts gentle a bit as he slips one of his hands down to my clit, starting to rub circles into it. Mews fall out of me, mixing with Jay's heavy breathing. "I'm sorry," he mumbles against my ear as he pulls me back by my waist, shoving himself as far in as he can. His fingers keep circling my clit as he fills my womb. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he murmurs once my release comes and I tighten around him still tucked into me.
     We stay like this, Jason buried into me, his hands rubbing circles into my hips as he litters kisses across my back and I still hunch over the bat-mobile, my legs threatening to give out from under me if we don't move soon. "So, about our kiss the other day?"
     Jay lets out a deep laugh, smashing another kiss into my shoulder blade before slowly pulling out of me. The mix of our juices leaks down my legs, Jason's fingers rubbing it around my thighs. "Maybe we should worry about cleaning you and the Bat's car before we discuss that and this." Touché Hood.
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evsstolenhearts · 3 months
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Summary: Jason patches you up after a patrol
Jason Todd x gn!vigilante!reader | roughly 1k words | no y/n
Warnings: some cussing, mentions of stab wounds, cuts, and gun shots
✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。
Just as it was getting dark in Gotham, you and Jason went your separate ways. Leaving the shared apartment to go patrol the city. But your night way cut shorter than usual when a fight with a crime ring got a little to intense.
Normally, like any of the vigilantes in Gotham, a few scratches are nothing. A small knife wound, or even a single bullet hole can be patched up somewhere and you can finish patrol.
But last time that happened, someone (your lovely boyfriend) gave you shit. Even though you've totally found this man beaten and bruised in an alley way.
So, to please the hypocrite of the relationship, you made your way back to the apartment and gave Oracle a heads up. Which is why Jason found you passes out on the couch. Blood lightly staining your suit. It was obvious, that instead of coming home, changing, patching up your wounds, and getting some pain killers. You just fell asleep.
Jason takes it upon himself to strip off the top layers of his own costume, until he's in the compression shirt and cargo pants. Looking very yummy. You awake to this sight because he's carefully taking off and moving your suit out of the way.
"You know, you should at least take me on a date first..." you mumble as he stills his movements at the sound of your voice.
"I think those standards get thrown out the window when you're bleeding on my couch." Jason chuckles as he finishes taking off your suit, leaving you in your undergarments. "Come on, I need you to sit up."
He helps you sit up on the couch, hands supporting your lower back and hip. The pain of moving makes you groan, the gash under the right side of your chest moving with you. "Damn babe, what did you do?" He grabs the disinfectant and some paper towels, beginning to poor it on the wound and use the towels to collect the extra liquid.
"Bad bitch shit, obviously." You laugh at your own statement, but it quickly becomes a pained hiss as the movement makes the cut hurt worse.
Jason sighs as he carefully works on patching you up, kneeling on the ground between your legs to get a better view, "what actually happened?" Despite trying to sound disapproving, there's an obvious smile on his face.
While giving the actual explanation, one of your hands hold Jason's shoulder to stay distracted from the pain. "I was investigating that crime ring that's been springing up. Steph was mentioning how she has a theory they are branching out to some gags around Gotham and might be moving out of the city soon- fuck be careful holy shit-" you curse as jason applies to much pressure on the wound.
"'M sorry." He says softly as he waits for you to continue.
"Anyways- I was originally just gonna do some lurking, some snooping, you know. But I swear to God these aren't just normal assholes fucking off, I double checked myself and they still saw me." You take a break in talking to take a deep breath, as jason almost finishes, "I'm totally convinced at least one of them are a meta or something. So I'm gonna probably send the case information to someone else."
"You could have had me come with you, ya know." His voice is quite, knowing that despite what he says, he would have gone alone as well, so he really can't be mad at you. Jason finishes his work, packing up the first aid kit.
You watch him as he finishes, the apartment silent. Only thing able to be heard is the faint and distinct sound of Gothams road. "I can handle it Jay." Your voice is now just as quite, as if speaking to loud would damage either of you.
"Yes you can, I know you can." Standing up to put the first aid kit back in the kitchen, your eyes follow his movements. "It's just not a fantasy of mine to see you bleeding on the couch."
"Says the man who has made us get new bed sheets because he bled on them?" Resting your head on the back of the couch smiling lazily. He walks back over, so you see him from an upside down perspective.
Jason puts his hands on his hips as he smirks down at you, "This conversation isn't about me."
"But you would be a very good topic." Your smile grows as he rolls his eyes and walks infront of you. Everything goes silent again, looking into eachothers eyes for a few moments.
"Wanna get to bed?" He asks softly.
"Only if you carry me there." You pathetically respond. At your response, Jason's hand covers his face to hide his equally pathetic smile.
Without responding, he carefully picks you up. "This what you wanted?"
Now it's your turn to smirk as he walks you to your shared bedroom, "absolutely."
Jason puts you down on the bed as you both quietly go about your nightly routine.
Jason changed out of the remaining parts of his suit, into a pair of sweatpants and no shirt.
While he does that, you throw on some sleep clothes, careful to damage your wound more, before going back into the living room to move your suit off the floor so you can wash it in the morning.
When you walk back into the bed room, Jason is already waiting for you in bed.
"Well hello there, it's so nice of you to join us." He teases, us being him and the plushie that is on your side of the bed. With a smile you roll your eyes and crawl in next to him.
Snuggling up to him, you both latch onto one another legs tangles under the sheets as breathing evens out.
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When Jason would come home from patrol, it would sometimes lead to arguments or jealousy of Artemis and how much time she spent with Jason more than you would with his own girlfriend. You knew it was stupid to get jealous but you just missed Jason
Angry and annoyed, you throw the bandage wrapper into the bathroom trash can, missing it but not even bothering to pick it up, because you were angry with Jason once again for being reckless with his mission tonight as he assisted Bruce with a drug transaction. "I'm going to bed now," you mumbled. Jason sighed and touched the large bandage across his shoulder as he watched you storm off into your shared bedroom, slamming the door behind you. His recklessness and the stress he caused were obvious to him. Once he gave you some space, hoping it would calm you down, he opened the bedroom door and found you facing the wall. He could tell you were still angry.
He climbed into the bed wanting to make things right as he wrapped his arms around your waist. As soon as you felt his muscular arms you tried pushing them off you. You turn your head around to look at him and say, "I’m mad at you.". He closes his eyes and says, "Be mad all you want, but I'm still sleeping with you." As you turn around, you smile a tiny smile, and Jason sees you blush even in the dark. You lean over and kiss Jason's head before turning around. In spite of how mad he made you, you still loved him.
I also had Abby proofread this 😙 she said it sounds good and clear let’s hope she is not lying to me
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Y/N : Dude-
Jason : No, no, hold up, rewind.
Jason : My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me dude??
Y/N, with wide eyes and blushing.
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melloollem · 1 month
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Old Love Young|| Jason Todd x No reader gender
Fandom: DC comics
Pairing: Jason Todd X No reader gender
Summary: Jason's jealousy over his best friend rekindles old feelings.
Warnings: Jealousy, mention of injuries
Request: No
Notes: My first time posting on Tumblr, English is not my native language, it's the first time I've translated something.
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Jason knew he shouldn't get carried away by teenage exploits, he learned that after his disappointment as Robin, but he couldn't push them away when it came to you.
You were always Jason's sweetest teenage dream, the most idealized and perfect young love. He even remembers the two of you sharing a quick kiss in your teens, but everything had dissipated by the time he died.
Your teenage love never had time, it died prematurely with Jason in that warehouse. When the boy, now with a lock of white in his hair, came back, he was too blinded by hatred to have time for that feeling and, despite having you by his side, you were only his friend, the closest one, and your unlived love had been put aside by both of you.
On another of Gotham's cold nights, the Red Hood walked the rooftops looking for a crime, there was nothing reported in his communication, but he always preferred to check with his own eyes and there was always something and tonight would be no different.
He just didn't find what he expected, instead of Gotham's characteristic night crimes, Jason saw you coming out of a coffee shop. The vigilante knew about your mania for believing in your instincts to save you from nighttime dangers or even the luck of having one of the vigilantes to save you, which he thought was idiotic.
He was about to text you "Go home, now", but before he could even pick up his cell phone, he saw a figure approaching from behind you, he immediately raised one of his guns, that would be a clear shot, what prevented you from firing was the quick way you turned back with one of your characteristic smiles.
You had taken the coffee the boy offered you while holding another. You were now walking side by side, laughing and chatting openly. Red Hood tilted his head to the side, who was that?
He remembers knowing all his friends beforehand, it was common for you to spend evenings looking up the names of acquaintances on one of his surveillance computers, it was a good pastime in his words. But Jason was sure he didn't know that one, was he your friend? Well, with how happy he seemed to see you, that didn't seem the right word to use, but any other word sounded bitter in Jason's mind.
He wondered if he should walk away, it didn't seem right to be spying on you on top of a building in Gotham, even though that wasn't his initial intention, but it seemed so wrong to leave you there, to leave you with a guy who didn't know who he was, who didn't know what he wanted with you, to leave you with a guy who was looking at you in a way that Jason could do, something about it seemed very wrong to him, it all seemed very wrong.
Jason didn't notice any reciprocity on your part, but that didn't change the intention of the boy next to you, very interested, very smiling, very close. He should get you the fuck out of here, that's exactly what he should do, and before his body could even act on impulse to throw him towards the two of you, the vigilante's communicator rang, which almost enraged him.
He sighed, he had to go, a small crime a few blocks away, he was the closest vigilante, but at no time could he get you out of his mind, he didn't know exactly why, but it bothered him, like nothing before, he was sure he had gotten over his feelings for you, but that thing in his chest was unmistakable, he was jealous, not in a platonic way, of course not. He didn't want that guy to touch you, he didn't want that guy to kiss you or love you, because he would never love you the way Jason would, and just the possibility of him having the chance to do that put Jason's thoughts into a fog.
You were now sewing Jason up in the bathroom of your apartment, he was inside your bathtub, while you were sloppily sewing up his arm "Are you trying to torture me?" Hissed the man in response to your carelessness with his recent injury, you didn't reply to his comment, not considering him worthy of your attention.
When you'd finished what you were doing, you began to bandage the man's wound. You didn't have much idea what you were doing, despite your years with Jason and your not-so-rare nights as a doctor, you'd never really got the hang of it, you only did it because Jason never had anyone to heal him and you refused to let him sew himself up.
"Hey, what are you trying to do?" Jason said with a slightly irritated, pain-induced tone. "You're complaining too much to someone who showed up at my apartment bleeding," a little anger leaked out of your words, but Jason knew it was only the beginning.
You finished the bandage and let go of his arm, getting up and leaning against the bathroom doorframe, and stood there staring at Jason "You should just tell me if you intend to shower with me." You sighed at his idiotic comment. "Can you explain to me how this shit happened and how you ended up in my house?" Your face contorted in anger and you crossed your hands in front of you, you were really angry.
"I already explained it to you." said Jason before getting up from the bath and putting a towel wrapped around his waist, an act that made you turn your back, giving him a minimum of privacy. "Yeah, Jason, you told me it was a simple robbery and how does that end up with you being stabbed?" You said, still unyielding in your temper, and that was Jason's turn to sigh. He knew you were right, a simple robbery in an alley with a guy definitely inferior to him shouldn't end up with him being stabbed, it never did.
"I was distracted thinking about other things." Now he wondered why he hadn't told you a great story, one full of highly trained men and swords instead of a penknife, that would have spared him this conversation. He walked past you, into your room, and opened one of the drawers in your dresser, one of the ones where you made him keep his clothes for occasions like this.
"What's so important that you'd risk your life, what the fuck, Jay?" you were revolting at his simplistic response. "It was a stab in the arm, don't be so exaggerated." He said as he pulled out a set of clothes from the dresser. You let out a strangled sigh in disbelief. Jason heard your footsteps approaching and turning towards you, you stopped in front of him. Jason was always amazed at how beautiful the yellowish light in your apartment made you look.
"Be honest." Your tone was harsh, leaving no space for another of the vigilante's taunts, which Jason felt as a challenge, which quickly brought on the feeling Jason was trying to ward off, jealousy. He clenched his jaw, he really tried to control it, but it felt wild, way beyond Jason's control and he wanted explanations.
"Who was that?" His tone was different from everything he had said that night, a firm voice, like he was interrogating you, he didn't feel the need to hide it any longer and even if he tried he wouldn't be able to, it seemed stronger than him. "Who?" Your face gave way to a confused expression, a distant one from the one before, which only made Jason squint a little and run his tongue over his teeth, an arrogant posture, as if he was suspicious of your words.
"What were you doing tonight?" You still didn't know who he was talking about "The guy in the coffee shop.". And now you were angry again "Were you fucking spying on me?" The man rolled his eyes at your doubt "Don't be ridiculous." Leaving where he was trapped between you and the dresser.
"Now, am I ridiculous for thinking that you knowing exactly where I was minutes ago is espionage?" You almost shouted, still facing the dresser, as Jason brazenly got dressed behind you. "It's not spying, I was doing my job and you were there. Turn around." You followed his command, returning to the proximity of your bodies, you were really trying to make it look like a draw. "Okay, Jason, you weren't spying on me, now how the fuck does that relate to you getting stabbed?"
"Are you still in love with me?" His tone was serious, he didn't seem angry, but there was something there that wasn't gentle, his eyes analyzed you differently. Jason didn't lose his touch as you looked away quickly, before returning in a more lost way. You looked almost distressed. "What does that mean?" Your voice left no doubt, almost stuck in your throat, as if it didn't want to come out, as if it had been there for a long time.
"Before I died, you said you were in love with me..." Benevolent territory for disaster, Jason felt his feelings piercing him, the love he felt for you, the anger at his own death, the jealousy of some stupid guy who kept you company tonight. Everything was mixing inside him, fermenting a probable collapse. "Do you still do it?" Even so close to your face he still seemed to be hunting your gaze, looking for something, that feeling he felt for you and hoped would be reciprocated with the same intensity, he wanted you to feel something boiling inside you too and for the same reason as him, love, not in a platonic way, but the rawest, most numbing romantic love and he hoped that feeling would be for him.
You didn't have a good answer for that, the only thing you knew was that Jason had been the first boy you'd ever liked and as you looked into his eyes you thought you'd be the only one for the rest of your life or maybe it was just the longing of youth talking, maybe it was the fact that you never had the chance to love him like you wanted to every night, maybe it's the fact that you never knew where that feeling would take you both, or maybe it's the fact that you've never stopped thinking about him for a single day since his death, along with the fact that Jason made you fall in love a second time with the new person he was, a slight remnant of the old boy, but one you loved even more, in a way that no teenage love resembles. You knew the answer, but you didn't have time to give it to Jason.
Your lips had been captured by Jason's, an eager kiss, steeped in desperation. He feared your answer, he feared that your answer would be "no" and he would never have the chance to do that, to lose you without ever having the chance to kiss you as he had always wanted to, and he also feared your "yes", that you too would feel something piercing you for so long, that you would want him entirely, that you would love him.
Unaware of all Jason's fears, you just let that moment consume you, giving yourself completely to the kiss, giving yourself completely to Jason, entwining your fingers in the wet strands of hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, giving him more room to explore your mouth, hoping that with the act he would find the answer he was looking for.
At some point you pulled away, but you still had Jason's arms around your waist, he had put him there at some point during your kiss. Your breathing was a little ragged and his wasn't much different "I don't want to be presumptuous, so how does this have to do with the start of our conversation?"
Jason let out a slight laugh at her question "We've just kissed and you're still talking about it?" His voice was humorous, the tightness around his waist lessening a little. "Well, I can't relate one event to the other," you said as if it were obvious.
"Is he, the boy from the coffee shop, something of yours?" He said, ignoring your doubt, hoping you'd got that kiss right. "Just a work colleague and...?" You still wanted to know how this related to all the events of the evening. "Then we don't need to talk about it anymore." And before you had a chance to oppose his decision, he gave you another kiss. Jason was never going to confess that he had been stabbed because he was jealous of you with someone else, never, he would rather go through a long night of questioning you, which he would silence with kisses, he knew that soon you would connect everything and have your answer.
You were no longer Jason's teenage love, the two of you were too old and disbelieving for something so innocent, what you felt for each other was something hotter, more dangerous, something that Jason was sure could lead to his death at any moment, but he was still in love with you in the same numb and clumsy way as before, just as he did when he was Robin and would now do as the Red Hood.
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k-4-ni · 8 months
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summary: the difference between Jason and Dick
Warning(s): NSFW, SMUT, mentions of handjobs, p in v sex and dirty phrases.
SUBMISSIVE BOYS (Dick Grayson) who just can't help but whimper and moan beneath you, gazing up at you through their lashes with the most pleading expression glistening in them, their hips violently rutting against your hand, their nails digging and clenching into the sheets as they desperately chased after their own release, tears brimming the corner of their eyes.
"Please, B-Baby– I'll be a good boy, J-Just for you— Just please, let me cum!"
DOMINANT MEN (Jason Todd) who at first stroke their cock in nice and slow, sensually rubbing against your sweet and savoury walls that clench around him so well, their swollen and angry tip kissing that sponge spot deep inside of you.
"Please, Baby— Ooh god— Please, I n-need to cum—Aah, Fuck your hand strokes me so well!"
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With each passing second, their patience thins, his hips that were once rocking into you at a painfully slow pace—just to get you to adjust to his meaty size—were now desperately slamming against you, his balls slapping against your ass, his hips repeatedly nudging the back of your thighs as his cock stretched you out so well.
"Fuck— Angel, you take me so well, just like that— milk every drop of cum out of me."
"Come on baby, One more— One more for me, Come on be my good girl and let me fuck this little pussy senseless."
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wwrenwrites · 1 year
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Dad Joke
12-year-old Todd Jr.: Were you guys popular in High School?
Jason: I was dead in High SchoOL- !
**Y/N hard elbow jabs**
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