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fcthots · 5 months

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Jason Todd kisses your knuckles casually all the time. When you walk in the door and see him sitting on the couch, he’ll hold out his hand. You’ll put your hand in his and he’ll bring it to his lips. If you burn your hand on the stove, he’ll kiss it better. He’ll hold your hand in public and press a kiss to your knuckles. At galas, he'll get on one knee to kiss your hand like the royalty you are. And he loves to do it when he fucks you. He'll get all cocky and laugh when you start making noises that you can't contain. He'll grab your hand, press a quick kiss to your knuckles, and tell you "you're doing so good for me, baby. good girl." Then he'll intertwine your fingers together and press your hand into the mattress. "Just like that. Good fuckin girl. Just take it f'me."

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spidernuggets · 2 months

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Quick lil spicy thing because I REACHED 300 FOLLOWERS HOORAH

MDNI

Warnings: NSFW, bj

The effect that the Lazarus Pit left on Jason was interesting. Sure, his heightened senses had him become more agile, stealthy, and more aware of his surroundings, but it cause him to be more senstive.

A lot more sensitive.

This had Jason remembering your touch. He remembers the way you feel when you hug him, kiss him, and hold his hand.

But the feel of your hand trailing down him abs, your fingers dusting over his messy happy trail and down his waistband... It was new.

And you didn't miss the way his whole body twitched when you gently held his balls in your palm. By this time, his sweatpants and boxers were hanging halfway down his legs.

He was sat on the couch while you were knelt down in front of him, your chin resting on his knee, looking up at him with big, innocent looking eyes, careful to watch us every move and reaction.

Your right hand was laid on his thigh, and your other fondled his balls. As you applied sloght pressure to them, his arms that rested at the back of the couch gripped at the fabric, but it wasn't enough. So they moved to your hair and your free hand, holding both of them tight.

You smiled, pleased with his reaction, so you decided to continue. You lifted your hand up his rock hard cock, up to the red, throbbing tip that was already leaking with pre cum. Your thumb massaged back and forth his wet slit, picking up a drop or two of his seed and popping your thumb in your mouth.

The lewd image in front of Jason had him shivering and twitching in his seat. His moans stuttered, trying to hold it in and had him drooling, trying to contain himself, but you sat up, leaning forward to kiss his adam's apple, encouraging him to let go.

Your lips against his skin, he couldn't keep it together and let out a symphony of whines, whimpers and whispers of profanity as his cock throbbed in need in your hand.

Your tongue licked away anymore precum as you finally stuffed your mouth with his fat dick as your hand gripped his thigh and the other reassuringly remained holding his own, your thumb caressing the scars that covered it.

Your tongue swirled around his length, tracing the veins that decorated it, your nose buried in his hapoy trail.

You felt Jason buck his hips against your mouth, making his tip hit the back of your throat. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, already knowing that he was close.

And when his seed did shoot out of his cock, you swallowed his juices whole, licking up any that might have escaped your mouth.

You kissed your way uo his body, appreciating and loving every part of him before your lips landed back on his.

Your tongue fighting against his, Jason whined at your touch, his hands roaming free on your waist, and this let's you know how much more sensitive Jason is.

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THANKS FOR 300 FOLLOWERS, MY LOVES 🫶🫶

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kaleidoscopewritings19 · 3 months

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Jason Todd x Reader

Title: Bad Kisser

Character(s): Jason Todd and female reader

Warnings: None. Mentions of semi smut. Not even close enough to be smut.

Prompt used is in bold and credit goes to: @asassydork

Jason was sprawled out on the couch at Wayne Manor, when you walked in and tossed your purse on the couch. “Dick’s not here you’ll have to come back later.” He said as he flipped through the TV channels.

It didn’t stop you from sitting on the couch opposite of him. Jason looked over at you, and you were wearing a black (thigh length) dress with spaghetti straps. Red heels were on your feet, and boy did your thighs look soft. If he just angled himself just right, he could see right up your dress.

After you caught onto what he was doing, you quickly crossed your legs. Jason laughed, "Don't flatter yourself, Princess. It's not like I haven't seen it before."

You glared at him, "Shut up Jason. Wait- when have you seen me-"

"Never mind that. Why are you dressed like that? Are you and Dick a thing now?" he asked, and you shook your head.

"No. And for your information, I had a date." You said as you sunk further back into the couch.

“Didn’t go well?” He asked and you shrugged your shoulders. “Is it shallow of me to say he was a bad kisser, Jay?” You genuinely asked, and he looked over at you.

The remote control was up against his lips and he chose his words carefully. “Yes.”

His words infuriated you and you grabbed a throw pillow and threw it at him. “You’re such an ass!” You shouted and Jason got up off the couch with the pillow in hand.

He began hitting you with the pillow (not hard enough to hurt you), and you tried to fight back. “Stop…. It!” You shouted between laughs. Now you were lying on your back, trying to block his hits.

You snatched the pillow out of his hands and he toppled on top of you. Instantly, you started tickling his sides, and he began laughing. “Stop! Haha- I can’t breathe!”

After you had stopped, he tried to catch his breath. His dark brown eyes were now focused on you and his smile faded away. Until now, you didn’t realize how soft Jason’s lips looked— nor did you realize how good he smelled. He smelled faintly of musk and vanilla, with a hint of cigarettes.

Your Chanel No. 5 perfume began to mix with the cigarette smell to the point it became sexily intoxicating. Jason’s eyes were now on your lips, and he couldn’t help but to slowly kiss them. His lips moved slowly against yours, sucking, and biting your lower lip.

A moan escaped past your red lips, and he smiled during the kiss. But he couldn’t find it in him to stop, so he kept going until you pulled away to catch your breath.

“Jason— we shouldn’t be doing this.” You whispered and he brought your hands above your head. He pressed kisses from your neck up to your jaw line.

“We both want this. We’ve both wanted this for a long time. Really, it was inevitable.” He whispered into your neck. His breath tickled your ear, turning you on even more.

His finger tips traced along your collar bone, and slowly started to pull down the thin strap of your dress. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered into your ear, causing you to shiver.

But the sound of the front door opening made you sit up, making your head collide with Jason.

“Ouch!”

“Shit!” The two of you exclaimed as Dick stopped dead in his tracks.

He looked at your disheveled appearance and your smeared lipstick. Dick motioned between the two of you. “I.. I don’t even want to know.”

Dick left the room quickly, and Jason’s attention was back on you. “Want to go out on a date tonight?” He asked and you smiled.

“Well it definitely can’t be as a bad as the last one.” You said, and Jason’s lips were back on yours.

“Is it shallow of me to ask if I’m a bad kisser?” He asked and you laughed. “You’re far from a bad kisser, Todd. How long have you wanted this?” You asked and his hand rested on your thigh.

“A really….” He pressed a kiss to your chin. “Really.” He kiss your jawline. “Really.” And then his lips moved slowly against yours. “Long time.”

You had always had a crush on Jason. Who wouldn’t? He was handsome. He was sexy. And he would protect anything or anyone that was his, and that gave him extra points. After that, it was like you were marked. You were his and only his, and anyone who tried to hurt you, might as well have signed their own death sentence.

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Another short one, and I hope you enjoyed it! I’m kind of on a Jason kick. 👀

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k2ntoss · 1 month

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hihihi, back with more jason thoughts <:

very specifically, i saw this reel and immediately had butterflies thinking of it happening with jay 😭

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C2zyAW4BG1O/?igsh=ZzM3MXowdmNxeXZ2

(also the comments didn't help but fuel some definitely thirstier thoughts lmao)

i just saw another reel about this and i'm literally going feral over it, SORRY FOR THE DELAY BUT here we are. it's gonna be short but maybe gonna write more about this later hehehe :3

weekends were calm, at least more than any week day as jason managed to be free from long patrols more often so it allowed him to rest and spend time with his lover and that always ended up in him being dragged to try something she saw on tiktok or in any ig reel, this time it wasn't gonna be different and jasom knew as soon as you showed up with a big smile on your lips right on the doorway of your room.

"i'm gonna take a guess and say that you just found something you want us to try and that it's either something spicy or some new recipe you found around and that will go wrong" jason says as soon as you open your mouth and he's pretty much right.

"i did found something but it's not really spicy" you start, hands playing with your phone before you walk into the room "and not all of the recipes i've found go wrong, jay" this time your hands rest on your hips and he looks at you with a small grin and a raised eyebrow, most of those recipes went terribly wrong.

"then what will it be today, princess?" he asks, a small chuckle escaping his lips when you move and sit on his lap as he lays still on the bed, looking up at you with his hands now placed softly over your hips "you said is something not really spicy but i'm almost sure it is something that came out of a thirst trap" and that last part makes your cheeks burn because you've once asked jason to try a trend you saw months ago and it ended up with him pushing you against the bed.

"just shut up already..." you mumble and reach for your pocket, taking out a long piece of pink lace and put it in front of his face "you know how your arms are like... huge? i was wondering if you could let me tie a ribbon to your bicep and you know... flex it?" the hand motions that you make as you try hard not to blush at the way jason stares up at you.

"you want to tie a ribbon to my arm and see if i can break it? is that it, princess?" he asks, knowing there's a bit more behind your request but he wouldn't ever think about saying no to you "go ahead, try it"

his acceptance bring a joyful smile to your lips and feeling you shift to sit over his thighs he takes the hint to sit down too, letting you take his left arm to tie the soft ribbon on his bicep and he was about to flex his arm just to be met with a small frown from you, waiting to see the result.

he does exactly that, his arm barely flexed to make his muscle pop a little when the ribbon gave in with a faint 'pop' just to fall from his arm to leave you slightly surprised, cheeks tinted pink as jason chuckled amusedly "is that it, sweetheart? or do you have another point to prove?"

"i-i mean, can i try with your forearm?" you ask him, pupils blown wide because you knew this was likely to happen due to how big jason was and as soon as he nods with a small grin you're tying a new ribbon to his forearm just for it to break as soon as he balls his fist and squeezes his arm a little.

"can i tie another one to your thigh? i swear i'll stop there" you look at him, pleading eyes and a small pout that melts his heart, once again jason agrees and he has to hold back a low growl when you hop down from his lap to sit between his legs, your lips pressed in a fine line as you tied the pinkish ribbon on his thigh and the way your lips part when he flexes his leg to break it without much effort drives him wild.

"are you happy now, princess?" jason asks you, his fingers gripping the edges of the matress while you stay still, thoughts running wild on your mind and he is able to notice the blush on your cheeks.

"can you squeeze my head with your arms?" you ask, ignoring his question and jason can't help but look down at you with a cocky smirk. he knew this would definetely turn into something spicy.

next thing you know is that he has you pinned against the bed, your back bent in a way you were looking back at him as your chest was pressed down, jason's arm wrapped slightly around your throat as he pounded at a rough pace against your body making you moan loudly.

life was good.

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hanluex · 7 months

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♡ JAY-TIDDIES — JASON TODD

bf!jason x reader | wc : 0.1k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, domestic fluff, established relationship

fridays were your favorite day.

who doesn't want to start off their weekend by laying their head on their boyfriend's chest while watching something on the tv?

"your chest is comfy," you muttered, wrapping your arms around jason as he ran his fingers through your hair.

"really?" he checked, wanting you to be absolutely comfortable. "are you sure?"

you nodded in reply. "yep, this is perfect," you said, sighing in content. "my very own pillow; the jay-tiddies."

chest vibrating as he laughed, jason looked down, smile widening as he met your eyes. his fingers continued to graze your scalp, both of you content in each other's embrace.

"oh, shut up," jason scoffed, pausing for a moment as you expected what his next words were. "i love you, you know, y/n? i love you so much."

you leant close, giggling as jason pressed his lips against yours. "and i love you so much more, jason peter todd." you muttered between your kisses.

yep, fridays are definitely your favorite.

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lightwing-s · 1 year

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𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊__ 𝐘𝐎𝐔

pairing: jason todd x villain! fem! reader

summary: there should be a clear hatred for those you fight against, but nobody told y/n and jason about it.

rating: 16+

word count: pasmem 8,2k warnings: sex jokes, heavy make out session, foreplay

a/n: it took me long, but i hope this long ass post makes up for all the time it took me to write it. i really hope you enjoy this one, as i had a lot o fun writing it, and please let me know what you think about it once you're done reading ♡.

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! ♡

pt ii

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… Explosion at the Yacht Basin. The Tiffany is being exhibited. Hurry.

“Just two miles south.” Jason responded. “On my way.”

Speeding up his motorcycle on the busy and wet streets of Gotham, Jason makes a sudden u-turn and heads back in the opposite direction he was once going. Swerving around the cars, trucks and other motorcycles, he hears back honks and curse words be thrown at him, but he doesn’t care. The adrenaline has woken his body. He can even feel the air blowing on his face, even behind the scarlet helmet composing his vigilante outfit.

He had been starving for action all night. His body needed it. Bruce had been an asshole. Roy had been an even worse ass, and there were tons of other people that had been pissing him off all day. All this built up anger made his body beg for some sort of release, he needed this extra energy gone, and punching someone on the face seemed like a very plausible solution to his problem.

Failing to follow his own mind, telling him to be more careful with his driving after the last incident — that had him not being able to rise from his bed from how much pain his body was in —, he drove so fast his speedometer was hitting it’s other end. He’d definitely get scolded for it at any minute by Barbara through the coms, and not being in the mood for that, he turned his communication off.

As he got closer to the marina, the smoke and fire became more and more evident through the gaps between all the skyscrapers surrounding the road. Pinkish flames flaring up here and there, climbing up the marina’s main building, and releasing smoke fuchsia toned. Upon that sight, Jason’s blood began to boil even hotter than it already was, and if possible, he sped up even more.

Recently, pink flames could only mean one thing in Gotham: Cupid. New psycho in town, got this name from Carmine Falcone himself, for her love to use crossbows and arrows and the hazed state his men were left by the mere sight of her face. Having had the displeasure of meeting her countless times, Jason knew her face pretty well, even if she kept it’s bottom mostly covered. And he was glad she did, as he could not stand the smirk planted on her lips as she managed to piss him off to no end.

She was a good thief, fast and stealthy, to the point one could have her in his hands but blink a little too slow and lose her to the shadows. Smart enough to keep herself out of the records for months, misdirecting her actions to random people, until one she had an accidental run into Robin and Spoiler when leaving Gotham’s Museum of Antiquities with a full bag of stolen artifacts and no sound coming from any of the alarms.

Also, she was really annoying, knowing just the right things to say and do to get under Jason’s skin. And she would linger there for longer than he’d like to admit.

Scared citizens still ran out of the building when he got there, coughing and barely being able to breath due to the exposure to the toxic smoke. Leaving them in the care of the firefighters that had arrived a bit sooner than he did, he darted inside. Knowing pretty well how his opponent worked at this point in time, he got to the room where he was certain he'd find her.

Displays of very expensive jewelry filled the otherwise empty room. It was dark, but the few lights that came in from the glass ceiling — from the moon, the street lamps and the fire burning outside — hit the jewels and the stones, who in turn reflected them beautifully making an almost perfect show of lights that could make many nightclub owners out there feel pretty jealous of the image they could never replicate. Almost perfect because right where he stood he could see the central piece of the exhibit was missing, the big yellow diamond out of sight.

No alarm sounds, no security system activated.

“Looking for this?” asked a voice from behind him, soft, sultry and mysterious. What wasn’t soft, though, was the clicking sound of a pistol unlocking and being settled at the nape of his neck. “Don’t worry, I won’t shoot. I like you too much to hurt you, Red. And also, I don’t want to ruin your face before I get the chance to see it with my own eyes.”

“Give back the diamond, Cupid” he demanded through gritted teeth.

“Oh, they have so many here, they won’t notice I only took one.”

With a swift movement, Jason threw his arm back with force and locked Cupid’s arm under his own, making her drop the gun somewhere far he could only see through the side of his eyes. Now, facing the villain, he kept her arm tightly wrapped around his, somewhat careful to not hurt it while keeping control of the situation.

“I thought guns weren’t your thing.” he said, tightening his hold and making her groan.

“I’m keen on exploring new kinks” she replied. “C’mon, Red! We don’t need this. We’re friends, I can send you a gift card once I sell this to the black market” and with an even quicker movement, Cupid released her arm from Red Hood’s grip and spun around, kicking at his face. Jason dodged it and threw a punch at her that she also skipped, though only for mere inches.

Hitting the back of his knee with another kick, the villain managed to make the hooded hero fall to his knees for a brief moment, giving her an opportunity to run out of the room. Jason darted after her straight away, following her through the corridors and up the stairs, then reaching the glass ceiling of the exhibit. She ran with ease on top of the steel bars holding the glass up, opening a gap between the two of them as Jason, much larger and heavier, had more difficulty in doing the same.

Soon, they exchanged the glass ceiling for a concrete roof when they got on top of the neighboring room. Chasing her dark suited body, he managed to shorten their distance a little when she jumped a small gap and fell onto another building, him not taking long and getting there as well. It was the main structure on fire, the heat from below reaching his forearms, the only part of his body left exposed, unprotected by his jacket.

“Into fire play, Cupid?”

“Ha!” she laughed at his joke, throwing her head back mid run. “Works as a great distraction.” she shrugged.

She was certainly faster than him, reaching the end of that building much sooner, lowering down and grabbing a bag that must have been left there beforehand. Out of it, she took her pistol sized crossbow and turned to him. Not wanting to get shot, Jason zigzagged his way to her, trying to run as fast as he could.

After the sound of the weapon activating, an arrow flew right by his shoulder, cutting a string on his leather jacket. Strike one, thought the vigilante. Nobody does that to his jacket.

This time aiming the gun at the higher building, she shot it and the arrow hooked on the stair house wall. Finally reaching the end of his run and almost at arm’s range with the thief, he jumped in her direction, trying to catch her mid flight, but only just touching the sole of her boots. She was up in the air, flying to the other building, and landed on it with gracious ease, as a pretty bird landed on someone’s finger.

“Pray to catch me, Red” she taunted him once she settled on the other side of the tall gap.

Groaning in frustration, he threw off his jacket, incredibly hot to the touch from being near the fire, and feeling a sting of pain hit his shoulder as he noticed a bleeding wound adrenaline didn’t allow him to see earlier in the same spot his sleeve had been laying on.

“Oh, Red.” she screamed at him, attracting his attention. “I swear you couldn’t turn me on more than you already did, but wow!” sliding her back down the wall of the stair house, she sat on the floor, her legs slightly spread in his direction.

“Shut up!” he screamed back, all his build up frustration sounding through it.

“Oooh come make me…” she moaned, throwing her head back, exposing her glistening neck. Anger blew through his nose, and standing on the edge of the roof, Jason took his grappling gun from his utility belt and aimed it at top of where her arrow still stood. Being soared into the air, he was mere inches from reaching the parapet when he felt his body lose all weight and descend to the floor. His heart fell just as hard, as he noticed the cut wire that once held him up slide right past his face.

However, when he thought the floor was his only destination at that point, strong arms held onto his own, keeping him from falling.

“Thought I was gonna let you die in front of me?” questioned that same sultry voice.

“You fucking cut the wire! What did you want me to think?” he replied, grinding his teeth.

“I removed your hook from the wall” she corrected, matter of factly. “And I did it so we could have a little fun. It was getting boring up here. All alone”

The seductive way she finished her sentence made Jason’s voice put up and look directly at her face. Her lowered eyebrows and the pout she had on her bottom lip — plumb, red and glossy ones — made his stomach turn. Strike two, I hate pouty lips.

Using his free arm to grab onto the railing, he forced his body up with her assistance. He put one of his legs over the parapet and managed to finally set his feet on the ground. He shouldn’t have been affected by what happened. He was used to heights, he knew he could shoot his grappling gun again, he knew nothing would happen. Yet, it did affect me.

His heart was beating fast, his breath caught in his throat. Laying his hand on his tights, he tried to steady his it, to relax his shoulders, and ease his body back to normal. For a brief moment, he imagined himself falling into the fire, the image of being consumed by it scaring him way too much.

“Here, big boy. Take a seat” Cupid forced him on his butt and made him rest his head on the railing. “Jesus, you’re not into rope play? Noted.”

Clicking her tongue, she lowered herself to his level and placed one hand on his knee.

“Really… I want to kill you.” he shook his head, removing his hands from under hers.

“Thought your killing days were over, Red.” she stated, hands going to her waist. “Sadly, it’s not gonna be tonight you get to realize your dream.”

Standing up and wasting no time, Cupid grabbed her crossbow, unloaded it and hit it against the back of his ear — or where she assumed it rested inside the helmet. The clicking of metal into metal echoed in his ears, making him lose his senses for a bit.

It seemed like it wouldn’t stop, the sound reverberating under the helmet. He tried to stand up, but his balance was poor, nearly making him fall once again. Holding his head, he tried to stop the sound, but it was useless. Taking off the helmet was a no no, even if the clear best solution to his pain.

Deciding that loosening it might make the situation better, he pressed the button that would free his skull, but he did not remove the helmet from it’s place. Not long after, the agonizing noise came to a halt, his sight stopped spinning, and he finally could stand up just fine.

But Cupid was gone. Lost to the night, and not a single sign she was even up there with him at some point could be spotted around.

If he hadn’t accumulated frustration enough all night until this point, he was sure that now he had reached maximum storage. Punching the wall, he let go of some of it, but certainly not enough.

Three nights ago, Jason let Cupid escape. Three nights ago, Jason got scolded by Bruce for letting the Tiffany diamond go missing. Three nights ago, he could only think of one thing, and that thing has stayed in his mind ever since.

Tonight though, he would finally put an end to his mental torture.

The heavy sound of rain soon faded as he entered the batcave’s tunnel system, being then exchanged by the echoing sound of his engine against the hollow corridors. The darkness and the cold of that place once made him extremely uncomfortable, but after so long visiting those places, he felt embraced by it, and the solitude, the feeling of leaving the whole world behind, turning it off of his head, made him feel at home.

Underground, he found the metro trails of Gotham’s subway system. This first one he spotted was from an old abandoned line, a new one had been set to finish its construction by the late 2000s, but that clearly did not reach that goal, now resting here, forgotten.

Driving through the empty tunnels, following the directions his computer board had given him, and reaching the marked spot on his screen, he made his motorcycle come to a stop, turning it off, getting down from it and making the rest of his way on foot.

He didn’t really know what he was looking for, but he was warned by Oracle of an explosion caught by the radar. The smell of smoke was present during his ride, but there was no sight of fire. Leaving his headlights on, it helped him find his footing around the area, where he could barely see the tubes and wires drawing parallel lines on the concrete walls, nor the weird engravings he had no idea who — and how — had put them there. Standing still, he quieted his breathing and took some time to listen.

The howling of the wind, the timed buzzing of electricity running through the cables and the distant sound of trains following their course filled Jason’s ear, but something else caught his attention. It was the slight sound of rocks moving to his left that made him turn around and face exactly who he wanted to see.

At the blink of an eye, he had her under his gun’s aim.

“Certainly, this terrain doesn’t favor me at all, does it Red?” she taunted, hands held up in the air like a culprit caught by the police. This time, she had her regular all black attire on, but had no mask and wore a hooded jacket, much like his own. “What do you think? Does it suit me?”

“Where’s the fucking diamond?”

“Sold to the black market. Is this all you can talk about?”

She was quick. She had to be, a diamond as expensive as the Tiffany wouldn’t last long in her hands if word got around she still had it for this long. He knew she had to have a buyer even before stealing it. Yet, Jason innocently thought he could have gotten to her before she managed to trade it.

“Didn’t know you were working for Cobblepot…” he questioned. He had been sent here because they knew Penguin was out and about, planning something for some time, but that they weren’t sure on what it was. Finding her here meant she was somewhat involved in his business, and he didn’t know why and how that was made possible.

“Working with Cobblepot” she cut him off, rolling her eyes in annoyance. “And not by choice.”

“For what then? Doesn’t seem to me like he’s the best match for your skill set.” he commented, interested in knowing why this pairing was ever formed. Penguin was a crime boss who would steal everything and anything that could get him richer, and he had worked with some of the best along the years, although not the best partner they had ever had. Yet working alongside a Cupid seemed especially strange this time, as she had only been on their records for a couple months, and Penguin isn’t much keen on working alongside new flesh. And also, from the little bit he knew about her, she preferred working alone.

“For I have no other choice.” she answered, and he could have sworn her voice had a little crack somewhere between those words. “I guess I should’ve picked a buyer more carefully. Next time I try to sell some stolen goods I’ll have that in mind.” she threw her shoulders back and continued. “Beginners curse. I’ll learn things through time and find the right people who I can trust. I did find you after all, right Daddy?”

Say what?! she caught him off guard. What did she just fucking call me?

“I’m not your fucking Da…” lowering his gun, grunting, he stoped himself from saying the last word.

“Oh? Why can’t you say it?” she mused, excited by his excitation from saying the word. “Say it!”

“Stop.”

“Say it, Red.” she challenged.

“No!” he screamed back, while she continued to taunt him. At a distance, his ears heard the succinct sound of a train coming in their direction and he started to notice the peebles jumping up on the ground. He also noticed Cupid standing right at the middle of the railing tracks. “Cupid, get out of there.”

He tried to plead, but she still happily sang to him to repeat the D word.

“The train is coming! Do you want to die” he got closer, but nothing. She didn’t even flinch at the words train and coming being thrown at her.

“Y/n, move!” he screamed.

“Oh, you know my name?” her eyes widened as she seemed to have grown more excited at the thought he knew her identity. “Only fair you give me yours now.”

Crossing her arms on her chest like a little child would do to its parents, she continued to ignore Red Hood’s pleas as the train announced itself to them by shining it’s lights in their direction.

“C’mon” he grunted, but she still didn’t move.

“Tell me your name” she sang.

“Damn it, it’s Jason. Now fucking move.” He was desperate at this point, as she made no indications she was moving out of the way. Fearful, he started walking in her direction.

“Now, say dad-dy…”

“FUCK!” he screamed and rushed his steps. Getting to her, he jumped into the tracks and held her by the arms, dragging her alongside him out of the railway and onto the opposite wall, fast enough to have the train pass behind them and over the spot she was standing on a second later..

“Why didn’t you fucking get out?” he asked, completely exasperated, pushing her away from his hold.

“You wouldn’t let me die would you?” she pouted at him once more, aggravating his nerves and making him moan in frustration. Why is she so fucking difficult?

“I would kill you if I could.” he stated, getting closer to her face.

“What's holding you back? Papa bats wouldn’t let you?”

Clenching his wrists, trying his best to not throw a punch at her yet and doing his best to hold his anger, he answers through gritted teeth. “I’m past that”

“A mature man”

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re annoying”

“It’s a talent I’ve curated through the years.” she stated, proud of herself for being an irritating little shit.

“What are you doing down here anyway?” he questioned, remembering his job and the orders he had received earlier.

“Ah…” she looked up, as if trying to remember herself. “Distracting you.”

“Huh?”

“Penguin is planning something tonight and told me to take you out of his way.” He didn’t notice she was this close, but her hands were not at his collar. She fixed something in his chest he failed to see a problem with, her hands sliding up and down his chest.

Shit, Jason thought. He had to get back.

Grabbing her wrist, he removed her hands from his jacket and threw them far away from him. Turning around, he was dead set into returning to the surface. “Oracle, this was a distraction. Penguin is…”

“...Robbing the entire exhibit at the Yacht Club. Yeah, we figured that out. Where were you? Everyone is heading there now.”

“I’m on my way too.” he cut the conversation short, running to his motorcycle.

“Hey, Jay?” he rolled his eyes at the sound of her voice, still walking to his vehicle and getting on top of it. “Could you give me a ride?”

“You gotta be kidding me” he whispered to himself. Looking back at her, arms on her side and big eyes innocencly staring at him, he really wondered if she was being serious or not. What was stopping him from giving her a ride and locking her up afterwards? In fact, that seemed like a very good idea to him. Having her right there, sitting behind him and holding his body, he could be sure she wouldn’t go anywhere…

“My my, you’re actually considering it?” she smirked, breaking him out of his thoughts. “You should go, Red. The sooner you trap Penguin, the sooner I’ll be free.”

And turning her back to him, she disappeared into the darkness once again. This time, he made his way into the shadows right after.

By the time they all had got to the exhibit, the jewels were already gone.

Penguin’s meticulously crafted plan was a success. He had each and every member of the family busy with different affairs, seemingly unrelated, and within large enough distances to the Yacht Basin, that if anyone was seen moving in its direction, they would have enough time to clear the area before they got there. And everything went as planned.

They all wondered, how could they have been tricked like that? So under their noses, so obvious looking on the outside. Yet, they were played like little children.

“We are trying to keep this out of the news until we understand how it all happened. The National Museum won’t be happy with this.”

“We’re working on getting as much information as possible, Commissioner. Penguin can’t have gone too far, this fast.” Batman stated. “These jewels are still in Gotham, and we’ll find them.”

“Good. Otherwise the mayor is gonna want both our necks hanging by morning.” Commissioner Gordon replied, pushing his glasses up his nose bridge and fishing for a cigar he knew he had hid somewhere inside his coat’s pocket.

Hearing their conversion from a few feet away, Jason and Dick watched as the two of them said their goodbyes, and Bruce, in his mighty black cape and cowl, made his way towards the two standing in the corner.

“Are you sure the jewels are still in the city?” Dick questioned, a subtle hint of doubt hidden in his voice, but not daring yet to completely cut this theory out of the question.

“No planes or ships were spotted on the radars. Fleeing the city with millions in gold and jewelry is not going to be easy after the police closed all road exits.” looking back at the Commissioner for a moment, he continued. “Barbara responded that all cameras at the Yacht club were conveniently turned off earlier. But she got a hold of the street vigilance records and caught a truck with suspicious actions coming and going down the street that leads here.”

Walking between Dick and Jason, he ignored their questioning looks and continued.

“I’m taking the batmobile back to the cave. Gather more information on the truck’s route and possible destinations. I need you two on the streets, be my eyes and ears. If anything happens, you need to call me. Immediately” he demanded, blending with the shadows and making his way out of this place, leaving the two brothers all alone.

“I can’t believe Harley was with Penguin on this one.” he heard Dick start. “I was so sure she was trying to break the Joker out of Arkham again. I only realized something was wrong when she was taking too long to take some action .”

His brother’s little adventure with Harley Quinn was at the bottom of the list of things he was interested in at the moment. While he continued to ramble about it, his mind was constantly drawn back to the tunnels and to her.

The way she could get under his skin so easily was something he couldn’t figure out how and why happened. There was only one other person who could do it as easily, but the Joker had killed him in the past, making the reason for his hatred for the Clown Prince of Gotham completely reasonable. On the other hand, he had only known Cupid for some time, met her less than his finger could count, and she really had not done anything more than antagonize him and actually save his life once.

And also, she was kinda hot. It irked him tremendously to even have thoughts about this, but he had to be honest with himself and admit — to him only, and nobody else — that he did have a small, very slight, very little, thing for Y/n. But that was all physical, he only thought she was insanely attractive. She could work her body and her words, clearly, and he was just stupidly weak to have fallen for charm.

“What did he do to keep you away?” Dick asked, having Jason’s attention back to him.

Jason considered if he really should tell his brother or not of what kept him away for so long. He had joked before about how much he seemed to find her out during patrol, and how she often got the best of him, leaving him empty handed. When they found out her real identity, Dick caught a glimpse at how Jason stared at her pictures a lot longer than he usually would.

Coming to a conclusion, he answered without shame. “Cupid.”

Just by hearing her name, Dick’s smile spread on his face, although he’d keep trying to hold it back, his mind getting funny ideas of what the two of them were doing down in the underground.

“It seems like you’ve been finding each other quite a lot recently,” he stated.

“Uh-huh” Jason hummed, agreeing with him but limiting himself to a short and final answer, knowing pretty well where this conversation would go if he stood around for too long. Ignoring anything else Dick had to tell him, he mounted his bike and drove away to work on finding the jewelry truck.

Hours later, when the sun was getting close to coming out of hiding, Jason stood under a railroad bridge, quietly watching the rain fall harshly down the sky and form large puddles on the asphalt. He had been riding his motorcycle all night, looking for that truck or any other indication of Penguin’s work. He drove and drove, but got nothing.

Now, standing there, he had difficulty keeping his eyes open. He awaited something. Something to happen to bring energy back into his night. Something to keep him busy and away from his own thoughts that had been torturing him all that time.

The rain hitting the metal structure over his head was soothing, and did not help his attempts to not fall asleep. Sometimes, a vehicle would pass by his spot and jolt him awake, or water accumulated somewhere would fall down all at once, making a huge noise out of nowhere. Other times, he’d hear mice or the sounds of footsteps coming up top, but would see nobody, animal or human, out there. Worst of all was when trains would pass by the bridge and make everything in a two mile radius to shake.

Tired mind meant thinking of things he wouldn’t want to think about when his mind was properly awake. He closed his eyes and could hear the sultry sound of her voice, or smell the spicy scent of her perfume. He needed to see her again. He needed to let off some steam, all that stored frustration. He needed to see her and make sure she had forgotten about his name. Remembering he did that, he threw his head back and released a heavy sight. It was stupid to have said it, and he didn’t know why he kept doing stupid shit whenever she was around.

Feeling safe in the loneliness, he took off his helmet and got some much needed fresh air. He leaned forward and laid his head down on his motorcycle’s panel, ready for a nap. Bruce wouldn’t notice. Penguin must have already left the city somehow and this whole night of waiting was for absolutely nothing.

Losing to tiredness, he began to dream of meeting Y/n and talking to her again. But the dream wasn’t long, because when he was getting to the good part, something made him jump out of his sleep.

“Is the night too much for the incredible Red Hood?” asked a voice he did not recognize and who he could not see, hiding from the lights, but who he felt came from right behind him. The voice was followed by the sound of two, or was it three, sets of footsteps approaching him.

“Or did that arrowed cunt give you the kiss of death too?” joked another voice, clearly familiar with the first one. Jason still could not see them yet, but knew very well where they stood.

“Are you guys scared to come out of the dark?” he taunted them. “It’s easy to tell me shit when I can’t see who I’m supposed to be fighting with.”

“Isn’t this guy is fucking cocky, Dan?” the second voice commented.

“How many of your friends have left with all working limbs after finding me during a night at their job?” Jason inquired, smirking at the men in the darkness, proud of his high rate of beat down assholes.

“One as many punches I’ll be gifting your face tonight.” one of them replied.

“Then come and get me.” he challenged, arms open in a call for battle.

Upon his call, two tall men left their place in the shadows and ran in his direction. One of them was skinny, and held what Jason identified as a knife in his hands. The other, smaller and a bit heavier, had something shining between the base of his fingers. Standing up from his bike, he cracked his neck, his arms and his fingers, waiting for the action to finally reach him and he slowly paced towards the two guys. Action was on again, baby.

The fact that he was outnumbered did not bother Jason in the slightest, as he defended himself with ease. The other two, although pretty confident when they ran towards him thinking they could give him some bruises, soon found out that defeating the Red Hood was no easy task. Their confidence was rapidly gone.

He managed to divide them. Turning to fight the first one, he grabbed him by his collar, threw him at a metal pillar, causing an echoing sound to reverberate around them, and the man to fall hard on the ground, grunting on the floor and touching his own his to check if they were okay. Now, changing his attention to the other man, he couldn’t find him at first glance, but saw this one trying to sneak around his back and hit him on the head with a large pipe he had found somewhere. Being a smarter fighter, Jason followed him by the noise he was making by breathing, walking and simply existing in around him. Jason knew exactly where he was and avoided the hit. Then, he grabbed the man’s hand and spun his arm around till it made a loud cracking sound and the guy made an even louder and painful scream.

“How many punches did you say you’d give me again?” Jason shrugged. Not a single drop of sweat in his body.

The moaning and groaning of the two guys on the floor were like a symphony to his ears, the perfect credit song for one of his favorite action sequences. Wanting to leave, he looked for his helmet as he didn’t see it where he had left it above his bike. Not on the floor either, and also not rolling to the street.

“Took ill on Thursday, Grew worse on Friday, Died on Saturday, Buried on Sunday”

The words came out of a third voice, perhaps the third pair of steps he had heard along the men’s. But different from the two idiots on the floor, this one definitely activated his fight or flight instincts.

“Solomon Grundy, born on a monday.” The big shadow of the creature turned into flesh and bone, red helmet in hands. Breaking the item as if he was breaking glass, the angry monster threw pieces on the floor, stepped on them with his bare feet and with heavy steps made his way to the Red Hood. “Solomon Grundy, born on a monday”

“Oh shit!” Jason exclaimed as the zombie-like walked closer. “Long time no see, buddy.”

As if disgusted by the nickname, Grundy darted towards Jason, who then ran towards the street in hopes to get more space to fight the big guy. He also hoped the wet asphalt could somehow aid him in bringing down the creature. He deviated several punches, while his own hit the spot a couple of times, but apparently didn’t cause his enemy much pain. Kicking the back of his knees, he made Grundy lose some balance and fall to his knees, giving Jason enough time to think of a plan.

Looking back at his bike, still where he was sitting under the bridge, he decided that the best plan was making a run for it and trying to escape. He didn’t know what and why had Grundy so mad and out of the sewers tonight, as he rarely left his safe spot, but he also didn’t want to stay any longer to figure that out.

“You work for Penguin too, Grudy?” he jokingly asked, making a run to his motorcycle. “Thought of you as better than that.”

“Solomon Grundy… works for nobody” he answered, punching the ground with both of his hands right at the place where Jason had just been standing. Almost out of the street, a car suddenly passed by — for what reason? — and blocked his way, and then another car showed up. Why are all those people driving towards Solomon Grundy? Have they all gone mad?

When he was too worried about the cars and the stupid people driving them, Jason didn’t notice when Grundy approached him and hit him right in his jaw, making him fly across the street. There on the floor, his head spun and everything went blurry as he tried but could not pull himself up from the ground. Damn it, he needed to get out of there.

Getting to his feet, lord knows how, and stumbling to make his way to where he wanted, he heard the swift swish of projectiles flying by his ears, who were then followed by Grundy’s screams and complaints. Two. Three. Four more things hit him, but somewhat running with a spinning head had Jason’s vision go everywhere but nowhere at the same time.

As if that wasn’t enough, suddenly the honking of a car and a pair of headlights were in his face, as he felt the floor shaking from the heavy steps that were also heading his way. Trying to rush, he nearly fell onto the floor yet again, but a loud crash sounded through the whole street and something knocked him down.

His vision was getting darker, and all voices sounded distant, but this one he still could hear clearly.

“Stay with me, Jason. Don’t close your eyes”told him the voice, this time it was soft and sultry. He felt his entire body ache, and his eyes couldn’t stay open even if she begged him. “Hey, Jay.” she called him again, tapping his cheeks with care to try to keep him awake. “Stay with me, please. Stay awake.”

But it was too late. Soon, everything was black.

His head banged with pain. Really, it hurt like crazy. It was not the best sensation to wake up to. His vision still hadn’t settled too, still spinning as he last remembered them. He tried to inspect the room he was in, but he couldn’t identify where he was. He woke up god knows where, but the real question in his mind was in how he got there.

Remembering everything that happened before he blacked out, Jason tried to stand up from the bed he was laid on, noticing his missing shirt and the curatives glued to his chest. He sat at the tip of the cushion, placing his bare feet on the cold floor.

The small room he was in had only the bed he was on and a small table by its side, but it was randomly adorned with small plants, colored glass decorations and a pile of old books at one corner. This didn’t look like neither his or his brother’s home, and it was too small to be anywhere inside the manor. This also did not look like a cell, or a hostage room. It felt too cozy for that.

Gosh, he thought, placing his head on his hands and massaging his temples, I’m knackered.

Forcing his body to comply with his mind, he stood up on his feet, but it immediately felt weak and fell backwards onto the bed.

“Easy, Red” someone rushed beside him, holding his sides to check if he was okay. “You’re still dizzy from all the pain medication I gave. I must admit, I’m not the best doctor you could find.”

“Hmm?” he grunted, confused when he recognized the voice.

“Baby, you were knocked out and saved by Grundy last night. If he didn’t jump after you, you’d have been smashed by that car, like a smashed potato!Jason.” Y/n explained as her face was becoming clear in his eyes. “And I have to be honest here, after finally seeing your face after this long, I can tell you it’d have been a real waste if all of that had happened.”

When this fell to his ears, his hands shot up to his face, noticing his domino mask gone.

“Where am I?” he asked, still groggy.

“At my place.”

“You had the courage to take me to your home?” he questioned, incredulous. Putting her index finger on her lips, she requested.

“Don’t tell anybody.”

“Wh-what…”

“Relax. Just let me check your bruises now that you’re up.” she cut him, grabbing a pastel yellow bag from the table next to the bed, pushing his arms away and settling herself on his lap.

Not believing what was happening, Jason could only stare at her wide eyed as she removed his hair away from his forehead, and cleaned the cuts on his face with a cotton ball.

She was uncomfortably close. Dangerously close to him, and he didn’t know how to react. Her face was mere inches from his, and, as she continued to clean his bruises, he could feel her hot breath hitting his face. He had to blink once, or twice, or thrice, to try to recollect himself and to try and push her away from his lap, but she hooked her lean legs tightly around his waist, silently telling him she wasn’t going anywhere.

“Don’t touch me.” he complained, trying to keep his face away from her touch by awkwardly throwing it back.

“How am I supposed to bandage you up if I can’t touch you?” she rolled her eyes, but he could see a smile gracing her face. Her arms on her hips, she finally had a chance to get a proper look at what she was wearing. She had on a gray tank top and jean shorts that barely covered her legs and left her beautiful tights on display for him to see… and touch, as he placed his hand on top of them “involuntarily”.

“Then get off me” he replied through his gritted teeth.

Pissed off, she straightened her back and looked right into his eyes. Jason suddenly felt small as she proceeded to challenge him.

“Make me.”

And when she didn’t get a response from him, nor a shake of his head or a noise from his throat, she smirked back at him, going back to tending to his wounds.

Jason stood there, quietly and still, watching as she cared for his wounds with utmost concentration. When she was done cleaning his face and chest, after carefully removing the curatives that had been protecting his scratches there, she fished for some medicine to apply on him. She had put everything on the bed, all at an arm's distance so she wouldn’t need to leave his lap to grab anything until she was done.

He winced when she applied an antibiotic cream on his cuts and he felt the itching starting, but she scolded him to get himself together and let her finish with the rest. When he still showed agony on his face, she blew at the spots and softened his pain.

There, on top of him, she was constantly moving. He could feel her crotch sliding against his own, making his mind go places where it shouldn’t be going right now. His hands started sweating, and he tried to clean them on his pants, before placing them again on her legs.

“A-hem” he fake coughted, trying to get her attention. She simply shushed him.

Moving on top of him once again, slightly rising herself from his lap and standing with her knees on the bed, her boobs were then leveled with his eyes. He tried to look away, out of respect, after all he was still raised to be a gentleman, but he lost battle to his worst side, it getting control of him as he threw some glances at her cleavage.

Still on her knees, she lost a bit of balance, almost falling on her back if Jason’s strong hands weren’t at her back ready to steady her back into his lap. A soft thanks left her lips, something that shouldn’t have made his mind go mad, but lord help him, he was going insane.

He was entranced by her. By her beauty, by her kind touch. By her hot breath and the soft smell of coconut shampoo emanating from her hair. He watched her bite her bottom lip in concentration, sometimes switching habits and sucking her cheeks in as she focused on the task at hand.

“Done.” she announced, smiling at him briefly before taking the medicine bag and organizing the bottles, sprays, tubes and bandages inside.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He couldn’t look away. And he also couldn’t let her go too far, growing needy of her touch and presence. Growing addicted to finally having her this close. His hands pressed tighter around her waist and tights, impeding her from moving any further.

“You can let me go now, Jason.” And the way she pronounced his name. Oh, the way she pronounced his name. It sounded as if an angel sang him the prettiest of lullabies, or as if the devil seductively listed him all of the most delicious things the world had to give. Her plump lips moved and he got hypnotized.

“I want to kiss you.” he stated, without really thinking of what he was doing.

“You’re drunk on the meds.” she joked.

“No” he shook his head, sitting up straight and getting dangerously close to her face. His lips lingering over hers. They stared at each other's eyes like they were both hypnotized by each other. Nah, they were hypnotized. Their eyes were low but never leaving the other, their breaths mixing together.

Placing a hand on her neck, thumb caressing patterns on her skin, Jason tangled his fingers on her hair and pushed her down onto him. Their mouths collided with each other and moved in perfect synchrony, in the wettest of kisses. Her arms wrapped around his neck, but didn’t stay there for long, as she felt the need to have them all over his muscular chest.

His tongue soon begged for entrance, and she allowed him in without any reluctance.

His hands also roamed her body, desperate to touch her every inch. He drew lines up and down her back, lifting her top all the way to where it reached her bra. He played with its hook as their mouths still danced in the most intense kiss, and unlocked it before she even noticed. He was desperate to take her shirt off, but he didn’t break the kiss. However, hard things had to be done to achieve greatness.

Finally breaking the kiss, he took her shirt off over her head and tried to do the same with her unhooked bra, but her arms locked on her side stopped him from doing it. Before he had a chance to complain, she closed the gap between their lips again, restarting the fire they had briefly put off.

They didn’t let go of each other. There was no need for space, or air. They were consumed by the other taste, the smell, the touch. Starved, actually. Jason was starved. He didn’t know he craved her this bad until he had her in his arms, until her hands roamed all over his body and her hips gridded against his cock with fast movements. When she broke the kiss for air once more, he pouted his lips and she let out a laugh.

“Easy, boy.” she mocked, but soon threw herself on top of him again, laying him down on the bed, scratching his nude chest with her nails, the pain making his pants feel even tighter. As her hands got lower, they soon got to his waist line, where the tightness was making go crazy, agony climbing up his spine anxiously waiting for his release. She played around with the button of his jeans, teasing his patience, caressing his dick over all that fabric. It felt like torture, just as she liked. She like to torture him so bad, and he always knew it. Her hands were full, his side filling them completely, and they kept working their way up and down, often combining the movements with the tightening of her grasp around it and driving him so close to release without even having his member freed.

He was so close, gosh, so close. But then she stopped, his eyes instantly opening as he looked after hers, begging her for an explanation.

“You should rest.” she answered his grunts in complaint, getting off his lap and standing up between his opened legs. He quickly sat up from the bed too, grabbing at the base of her ass, desperately not wanting her to leave him. “I thought you wanted to kill me” she rested her forehead on his, joking at his change of behavior within just a few hours.

“I’m way past my killing days” he said, still out of breath.

She looked him in the eyes once more, staring deep into them. They didn’t hold longing anymore, there was no desire. Instead, her look was soft, warming. He felt safe under it, all his fire suddenly, but not completely, gone. Hooking her bra, she then reached for her shirt he had thrown right behind his back when they were still attached by their mouths. Having to lower herself a little bit to grab it, she provocatively placed her chest right down his nose. Still pumped with desire, Jason kissed the exposed part of her breast, feeling their warmth envelop his wet lips.

“When the effects of the meds are gone” she started, holding his head up by his chin, making him look to her eyes once more. “We can decide if we want to keep playing or not.”

Taking his hands away from her legs, she moved away from him without breaking eye contact. She grabbed a bottle out of the table, taking out of it a small pill. Putting it between her teeth, she walked to Jason, him immediately holding the base of her ass again, and lowered her head so their lips touched one more time. She allowed the pill to drop into his mouth, and as she broke the kiss, he swallowed it alongside all this frustration he could not seem to let off.

Walking out, she left him alone.

He dropped on the bed. Head going back to just moments ago, when she was on top of him and he felt… deep. He felt… he felt his consciousness leave his body. He felt his lids falling, too heavy for him to keep open. He felt it all change, from color to black, once again.

“So, you’re alive?” Dick questioned as Jason stood up for his sofa, protecting his eyes from the sunlight.

Jason was confused. So, was that all a dream?

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OBSESSION

Dark!Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Notes: I wrote this as a writing exercise and this is the fic of the pool I did a few weeks ago! I am really happy to be putting this out there, honestily I don't know if its truly good but I got to explore a side of my brain I don't visit too often sooo it was fun.

WARNINGS: SMUT! stalking behavior, toxic thoughts, toxic behavior, explicit sex scene, non consensual recording, crude words, dumbfication, gaslighting, and this is heavily inspired by OBSESSION By EXO! If there is anything I didn't put in here pls dm about and I will add!

Words: 3,4k

Synopsis: Jason is obsessed. And he won't ever let you go.

Jason wasn't very fond of not being in control. He always knew that he thrives when the control of things is in his hands, however his little dove seems to forget that every time.

He watches his little dove apply lipstick, her friends gossiping while getting ready and some pop song on the speaker. His little dove knows the rules, but apparently she's taking advantage of him not being home to discipline her for her bad behavior.

She's giggling about some joke that one of her friends told and Jason fists his hand. He shouldn't be jealous but he can't stop thinking about his little dove at some frat party tonight and him not being around.

He zooms in on the image and takes a good look at his pretty girl, Jason takes a deep breath and thank God that his girl has a pretty face, not a smart brain to figure it out the cameras he put in her apartment months before he even asked her out. Rationality he knows that he should've taken the cameras out once they started dating but he didn't feel like it, Jason enjoys watching his girl when he's away on some mission and she doesn't know, which can't hurt her. Only make her safer, because like this he's always around.

She's wearing a black little dress and heavy make up with red lipstick, her hair styled to perfection and wearing high heels and for a moment Jason considered going back home in one of his dad's private jets, but his sense of responsibility didn't allow him. Nevertheless that doesn't mean he can't find a way to keep his girl at home, under his eyes for one more night before he finishes his part of the job and goes home to her.

Jason clicks his tongue, creating a devilish plan to keep her home. Fast and easy.

He grabs his phone and dials his little doves number, he watches as she grabs her phone and leaves the bedroom to take his call at the bathroom, she smiles at the screen before picking up. Something very important about Jason's and his pretty doves relationship is that she doesn't know a lot about him or how they crossed paths. But she doesn't need to know any of that, the only thing in his little dove's head all the time should be him and nothing else.

"Hey, baby!" She greets happily and for a second Jason feels bad about what he's going to do, but he can't stop himself. He needs control, he craves it. All the time, especially with her.

"Hey, sweetheart" she beams and Jason wants to grab her and never let go. "How you doing?"

"Great! Going out with the girls tonight!" Jason suppressed a growl, not wanting to show the bad parts of himself to his girl. Not yet at least.

"Really? I thought you had a big paper to deliver tomorrow" he's not lying, per se. He knows the paper is only due in two days but he will make her believe that's not the case.

"No, silly! It's only in two days" she's twisting a piece of her hair in her index finger, clearly flirting with him even when he's not in the same space as her. He loves that.

"Little dove, I believe that it's tomorrow… but if you want to go out tonight anyway you can go, it's your grades we are talking about" he can see the tension in her shoulders as he speaks, her demeanor changing drastically from one moment to another.

"But Jace… I truly think that only due in two days, it's in my calendar" now his little dove is uncomfortable but he can make her feel better once he's back home. Right now she needs to understand that her place tonight and every night when Jason is not home is on the couch, watching Gilmore Girls.

"Princess" He uses that condensed tone Bruce always used with him when wanting to convince Jason of something. He hates it, but it is efficient. "Remember that time you wrote down the date wrong for that big project of yours? You doing it again"

Her shoulders drop and she sighs and he knows that she's wrapped around his finger forever. She's staying home.

"My God, you are right" she nods, as if he could see it. Well, he can but she doesn't need that information. "I am staying home but I feel bad for ditching the girls though."

Y/N plays with one of the decorative objects of her bathroom, thinking about how she's telling her friends she's staying and not going to the commemorative party of the basketball team tonight.

"I bet they will understand, baby" Jason hopes they don't. Those girls want to take his precious jewelry from his hands and he won't allow it.

"Yeah, you are right. As usual" she giggles and he feels his chest warm up at the sound. He misses her.

"I have to go, baby, they are calling me to finish a few papers" he lies through his teeth, Jason just wants to get rid of the bunch of girls before his little dove changes her mind. "Text you later, ok?"

"Ok, love, till later." And she hangs up, looking miserable. Jason knows how much she wanted to go to this party, and that's exactly why he can't allow it. What if she finds someone else? What if she gets in danger? What if she leaves him? He would have to take drastic decisions if any of those scenarios happened. So it's better if she's home safe.

Jason watches as she tells her friends she won't go and watches as her friends get disappointed with her but they obviously won't comment about it. Happily he watches them go away and his girl getting ready to bed, taking the provocative dress off and the heavy make up and put on cute pajamas and sit down on her desk to finish her project on her computer.

He smiles, feeling way more light now. Jason decided to reward his little dove for her good behavior.

The man takes a long shower and lets his mind wander to his sweet girl under him, moaning his name and clenching around his cock. He groans and finishes his shower, stopping in front of the mirror with a white towel wrapped around his hips and his hair wet, Jason takes a picture and sends it to his girl.

He goes back to his laptop, watching Y/N's reaction to his text, her breathing gets faster and she bites her lips, smiling a little.

See, he thinks, so much better like this isn't, honey?

His phone bips and he opens her text.

Little Dove: all this for me?

Jason: it's always for you

Jason: can't wait to get home to you

Y/N smiles, wide enough to make her eyes close a little bit with the action. She snaps a picture of her, sitting at her desk and sends it to Jason, who is already smiling and looking at her pretty face mesmerized.

Little Dove: miss u a lot

Jason: tomorrow morning I will be home with you

And just like that Jason goes to bed with the goal to finish his job early and get to his girl.

……..

The sun is slipping through the curtains and Y/N wakes up with a frown. She doesn't like when the sun wakes her up before the alarm but when she feels a heavy arm around her waist her mind goes from fuzzy to alert in a second. She takes a few moments to register the smell of oak and cigarettes, but when she does she relaxes and turns around, looking at Jason's sleepy face.

"Baby!" She calls and Jason opens his eyes. He is really good at pretending, he realizes, because she doesn't even realize that he's been awake all this time, just watching her.

Since he got home, he's been just admiring his girl and thinking about the unspeakable things he's going to do to her once she wakes up. Now she's awake and, technically, he is too.

"When did you get here?" Always curious, always wanting to know more than she should, however, Jason always has a good, well curated story to tell her that it's not the truth.

"I got here around five in the morning" she smiles, hugging him and inhaling his scent, almost purring at the feeling.

That's the truth she needs but the reality is that last night Jason finished his part of the job and landed in Gotham at midnight, but she was still awake finishing her project, so he waited and kept an eye on her through the window, from across the street, sitting on the rooftop of the other building. When she slept, at two in the morning he got out of the rooftop and slipped into her bed.

"Missed you so much" Jason says, holding her neck and taking her face away from his chest, to properly look at her.

"Me too, Jace" her eyes are shining and he just has to kiss her, to touch her to feel complete, to feel in control again.

So that's what he does. Jason grabs his little dove's neck, squeezing the sides maybe a little too roughly, but he doesn't pay attention to her little whine, only focusing on her lips. When he crashes his lips onto hers, he growls low in his throat, relishing in the feeling of his girl on him.

Their lips move in synchrony with each other, their tongues touching desperately, full of passion and that feeling that none of them can quite describe with words.

Jason's free hand roams over her body, stopping at her ass and squeezing it hard enough to make her moan against his lips. That fuels the fire inside him, that fire that only his sweet, oblivious little dove can satiete with her skin, her lips and her pretty moans. He pins her to the bed, rolling his hips against hers, making both of them whimper and take deep breaths, separating their lips for a moment.

Y/N takes that moment to look into her boyfriend's eyes, the teal is consumed by the black of its pupils and she can see it. The affection, the desire, the possessiveness. And she loves it all, she wants more of it.

Jason smirks, knowing that she's seeing in his eyes is exactly what he wants her to see. Gently he squeezes her neck again, bringing her back to the front of her mind, back to him.

His other hand goes from her ass cheek to her waist, inside her shirt and feeling warm skin against his, little dove closes her eyes, savoring the moment, the feeling of Jason's calloused hands on her soft belly, climbing to her breast, to touch it gently, just to the next moment be grabbed and the nipple twisted. Y/N moans, loudly and sweetly.

Jason bites his lips, hiding a smile, one that would scare her off. One of his big, psychotic smiles, the one that makes his mask of a good and caring boyfriend be exactly what it is, a mask. The real Jason is fucked in the head, he's controlling and possessive, a little psychotic too. But, he thinks, she doesn't need to know that.

"Yes… just like that, Jace" she says, preening as Jason's lips kisses her jaw and her neck. He takes her shirt off and kisses softly her breasts, sucking her nipples in his mouth, one by one, taking care of the sensitive skin with care and attention.

Every stroke of his tongue, every suck of his mouth on her skin and nipples, every flick of his wrist in one of her nipples has a reaction from her. A moan, a whimper, a sigh.

He loves all of them and he could spend all day worshiping her breasts, however, Jason is thinking about one thing.

Getting his mouth on his little dove's sweet pussy.

The men descends his ministrations over her body, his hands grabbing, squeezing and caressing what he can, when he finally gets at her shorts, he takes it off alongside her panties, smiling at the sight in front of him.

Her pretty pussy glistened to him and him only. He takes her tights on his hands and puts over his shoulders, looking up at her, that is already looking at him in anticipation.

"What is it, baby?" Jason taunts, knowing that will make her weaker for him. "Need something?"

She whines, fisting the sheets and throwing her head back in frustration.

"Yes" she says and Jason arches an eyebrow, smirking.

"And what is that?" He asks again, but before she could answer him, Jason licks her pussy, from hole to clit, making Y/N moan. "It 's my tongue?" He teases, smiling wide, in that psychotic way since she's not looking at him, but at the selling. "Or my fingers?" Two tick fingers thrust inside her warm pussy, getting Jason the best reward.

Her moaning his name, loudly.

"Yes! I need both!" Jason doesn't answer her with words, just dives in her pussy, licking, sucking and fucking her with his finger until she's arching her back and crying, just a little bit. Just enough to feed his ego.

Y/N smiles feeling full and delighted with the attention her boyfriend is giving her. He is always so thoughtful, she thinks, he would never harm me.

But that's not the reality, Jason would never harm her, per se, but he would find ways to always be her priority and never let others take space in her life.

Jason can feel his cock against the fabric of his boxers, hyper aware of it. He holds himself back to not start dry humping the bed, the only place he's coming is inside his little dove.

Her little cries and moans are getting louder with each thrust of his finger and flick of his tongue, her walls clenching around his fingers and making his head dizzy. Knowing that he had such power and control over her made him feel important, cared and loved. Jason didn’t need anything else when he had his little dove naked and pliant for him at any time he felt like having her.

“Jace!” His name was like a chant in her tongue when she came all over his face and fingers, making Jason moan in delight. He loved when she was messy and needy, and tonight she was just like how he liked.

Softly, Jason kisses her thighs, going up to her tummy and her breasts, soaking himself in her scent and in her soft skin against his scarred and calloused one. He kissed and nipped at her neck, tangling one of his hands in her hair, making her close her eyes and whimper softly at his touches.

“Is my baby dumb already?” he asked, watching her face carefully because even though he loved to break her and bring the pieces back together he needed to know when he was too close to make her break for good. And he didn’t want that, he wanted her pliant and soft, not broken and traumatized. That’s why he lied so much, for her own good.

She sniffs, her eyes glossy and her lips red and puffy from kissing him and biting it when he was eating her out. “Baby I need you to answer me or I can’t give you my cock” he pouts, fake sympathy in his voice making her whine and cry a little, squirming in his hold.

“No! I am not dumb” her eyes aren’t quite focusing and she is flooded with emotions that only Jason can’t subside. “I need you cock, Jace!” she says, lips wobbling and legs spreading wide for him, her pussy clenching around nothing and leaking her juices.

Jason smiles, his eyes shining with something dark, uncontrolled and quite feral. Even if his little dove denied, Y/N was already cock drunk - and he didn’t even get inside her, yet.

“I will give you what you want” he caresses her hair, thinking about permanently kipping her inside this apartment, never letting her go again. But he loves her way too much to scare her. “everything my baby wants, my baby gets”

Slowly, Jason traced his cock along her pussy, making her moan and squirm. He loves the feeling of his cock sliding against her pussy, the way it makes her get a little dumbier each time. Just to tease her, and himself a little, Jason pushes the thick head of his cock inside her greedy pussy, watching with a cruel happiness the way she moans loud and tries to hook her legs around his waist, to bring him closer, deeper.

He pushes away from her delicately, listening to her whimpers and whines, making his cock throb and ache for her.

“Ask nicely” he demands, his face contorted into an evil smirk she can’t see, her eyes closed in agony and her lips red from biting. Her hands are holding his biceps and her nails are digging into his skin, making the pain get mixed with pleasure. The head of his cock sits still inside her.

“Please, Jace! please, please, please!” Y/N doesn’t have one coherent thought inside her head, the only thing she can think about is her boyfriend cock and how much she needs it.

“So pretty,” he says, stroking her clit in a tourtours slow pace, her pussy clenching and throbbing. “Who does this pretty pussy belong to?”

“To you, Jace! Only you!” a wolfish grin spreads through Jason's lips, making him look like some sort of devil looking at its new offering.

“Good girl” he says, pushing everything inside Y/N at once, making her scream and hook her legs around him, a part of his weight resting on her. He smiles when she throws her arms around his shoulders, scratching his back with each hard and slow thrust of his hips against hers.

“Such a good girl… taking my cock so well” she mewls, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and Y/N swears she can feel her heart trying to get out of her chest and jump into Jason’s.

His cock is delicious, every thrust, every grunt he makes, drives her even further into bliss, her thighs and pussy gripping him and not willing to let go. The sound of skins slapping against skin and his balls hitting her ass makes her even more out of breath, out of her mind. She can’t think straight, she doesn't want that and if she could she would spend the rest of her days with Jason’s cock deep inside her needy and greedy pussy, stretching her out so well that she bubbles a incoherent mess of words every time he is inside her.

“Look at you,” he says, holding her face in one of his big calloused hands, making her stare at him and his lust filled eyes. “already close to cumming again, little dove?”

“yes' ' she whines, rolling her eyes and relising in the way his broad chest presses against her sensitive tits.

“You can cum baby” Jason buries his face on her neck, loving the way she smells, driving him even more insane. “cum all over my cock”

His little dove didn't need to be told twice, she came all over his thick cock, loving the way she was feeling in the clouds in his arms. Jason growls, her pussy gripping him too tight, driving him to his orgasm and filling her up to the brim.

They look each other in the eye, and she smiles softly, waking up his soft side along. He smiles back, resting his forehead against hers.

They cuddle, smile and talk about everything and anything, she just doesn’t know that now everytime Jason left for a mission he would have their sext tape. And she also didn’t know that he sended a few of his men to disappear with her bad influence of friends.

She doesn’t need them and eventually, she will understand because eventually she will only need him.

He smiles, that smile that he never lets her see. The one that is just a little psychotic and looks at her sleeping form.

His.

Forever his.

Even if she tries not to be.

Jason will never let her go.

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timmyyyturner · 2 months

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Club meeting:Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Tw: substance abuse (alcohol), oral sex fem! receiving, cursing

You were dragged into the club by you were friends because you were depressed after your break up with your ex who broke up with you because of his stupid job.

You were currently drunk and dancing to the song that was playing. Not caring about the stares, until your eyes met the familiar ones of your ex, Jason. You tried to ignore him but it was like he was staring into your soul, watching your every move. Your moves got seductive, you wanted to show him everything he wasn't getting anytime soon nor anytime ever, a obvious lie, you'd jump in his arms if he asked, you still loved him after all and you knew he loved you too. You did a turn and when you looked to where he was previously standing seeing he was gone.

A pair of rough hands met your waist causing you to yelp in surprise. You were pressed against him. "You better be dancing like this for me." Jason. You bite your lip, feeling his hands trail your sides, you still swaying to the music. God, he made you feel hot. "You shouldn't be touching me like this. We're not together." He leaned into your neck. "Yet, you're not going to stop me. Are you, princess?" His voice went deep, darker. "Besides, you know why I did it, don't want anyone hurting my princess." Your breath hitched. "Why do you have to be so..."

He chuckled deeply into your hair. "I missed you too, princess." He pressed a long needed kiss to your neck. "Why are you here, Jason?" You asked breathing heavy as you downed another shots. "You know I keep tabs on you. I need to see you, touch you."

"That's too bad, I'm not here for you." You sassed. "You know no one in this bar can make you feel half as good as I make you feel." You licked your lips. "I know but-" He hushed you lovingly. "But nothing princess." You swallowed hard as his hands grazed over your breasts. "I'll fuck you in front of everyone standing here to prove how down bad I am for you."

"Not saying much, you'll do basically anything when it comes to having your dick inside of me." He pressed another kiss behind your ear. "I'll quit." That took you off guard. "You're that desperate about being inside me tonight, huh?"

"I'm serious, princess." You pressed against him even more if possible. "Prove it. Let's get outta here."

Soon you found yourself under him, naked. His slow kisses driving you insane as he worked his way down from the valley of your breasts. He finally reached the spot you wanted him most, taking a fat lick from your dripping hole. He kitten licked your clit, everywhere you wanted it. Soft whispers of his name falling from your soft lips. "Say my name, princess. Can't hear ya." He was teasing you. "Jason." He hummed against you, vibrating against your clitirous, eating you out so sloppy, just like you liked it. "Again, princess." You were shaking near the edge of your release.

He was so pussy drunk on you, wanted to stay between your legs forever. "Making me feel so good, Jason." God, he could listen to you speak forever. "C'mon, princess. Gimme everything you got." You were so close. "Gonna cum." He ate you out, through your orgasm till you were trembling with overstimulation. "My pretty, princess."

"I love you, Jason."

"I love you so much more, Y/n."

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your-local-simp-writers · 9 months

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Guiding Light

Word Count: 642

Warnings: None

Headcanons: Dating Arkham Knight (Jason Todd) x Fem!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Jason Todd, as the Arkham Knight, may appear brash and impulsive due to his former life on the streets and the challenges he faced during his time as the Red Hood. However, when he's with the reader, he becomes more tender and caring, displaying a side of him that few get to see.

The reader and Jason have known each other since before he became the Arkham Knight. They were friends during their time in Gotham and developed a deep bond based on trust and understanding.

Their relationship is built on mutual respect and support. Jason admires the reader's strength and intelligence, while the reader appreciates Jason's determination and unwavering commitment to justice.

Jason can be quite protective of the reader, always putting her safety above everything else. He insists on accompanying her on missions or dangerous tasks, much to her amusement and occasional exasperation.

Despite his tough exterior, Jason has a vulnerable side that he only reveals to the reader. She becomes a safe haven for him, a place where he can let his guard down and express his true emotions without judgment.

They have moments of teasing banter, playfully teasing each other and sharing inside jokes. Their dynamic is filled with lighthearted moments, even in the darkest of situations.

Jason is not one to openly express affection, but his actions speak louder than words. He shows his love and care through small gestures, like leaving little notes for the reader to find or cooking her favorite meals.

The reader knows that Jason's past has left him scarred, and she's always there to listen when he needs to talk or simply be by his side when he needs comfort.

Their relationship is not without challenges. Jason's tendency to use excessive force in his pursuit of justice often puts him in conflict with the reader's more compassionate approach. They have deep discussions about the complexities of crime-fighting and find common ground in their shared desire to protect Gotham.

When they are together, their chemistry is undeniable. Their passion for each other is evident in stolen glances, soft touches, and moments of unspoken understanding.

Despite the darkness that surrounds them, their love for each other becomes a guiding light, grounding them in a world of chaos and danger.

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stormy-skyzzzzzz · 24 days

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it was fun writing the last Jason Todd imagine so… picture this

Lifeguard Jason Todd in that (slutty) tank top, arms defined and muscles on display. Whistle on a band around his arm. His hair ruffled as the curls sway gently in the wind.

Lifeguard Jason Todd who’s good with kids and gently reminds them to walk in the pool area. He would hold the hand of the little girl who desperately want to play with her friends in the pool but is too scared to take the first step into the water alone.

Lifeguard Jason Todd who has the eyes of a damn hawk and spots anyone who needs his help. He’ll jump straight into action if he’s needed, no hesitation. Someone struggling to keep afloat, he’s there. Someone lost their goggles underwater, he’ll get them.

Lifeguard Jason Todd who notices you sunbathing on the side of the pool and admittedly gets a little distracted watching you. He’ll try his best not to look because he doesn’t want to be a creep but you’re so pretty lying there in the sun.

Y’all just imagine him as a Lifeguard. I would die actually. Death by pretty boy.

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evsstolenhearts · 4 months

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Summary: you end a peaceful patrol to go make jason rest

Jason Todd x Gn!Vigilante!Reader | 749 words | no y/n

Warnings: mild sickness, mentions of gangs, petty theives, ect. Nothing to crazy

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Standing on the roofs of Gotham, you can see everything. The city, despite the darkness that lurks in every corner, is beautiful. The lights from tall city buildings reflecting off windows, the sounds of the bustling streets, the moment of calm.

Your vigilante costume sits tight to your skin, hiding your identity from the many people out and about this late at night. Despite Gotham being one of the most dangerous city's in the world, the night life is forever endless. Gothamites never sleep it seems.

Your patrol has been pretty calm all night, Jason at home with a cold, Dick back in Büldhaven, Tim visiting the Kent's, Duke staying in to work on an essay, and everyone doing their own thing tonight. Small gangs and petty thiefs have been active, but it seems the routes have also taken a night off. Perhaps it's the freezing cold temperatures the city has recently encountered, or the heavy rain that has been on and off the past week.

As you finish your break, your comms get slightly hijacked, "seems your alone tonight." The voice is clearly Oracle.

"Seems you are too, all the other death defying idiots too busy to give you attention right now?" Your smile can be heard from your tone as you begin to move through the city.

Her laugh sounds through your ears, "very funny. Anyways, I want you to finish up. It's nearing the end of the night anyways, go home early."

Your feet stop moving on a differnet roof top at her tone, despite being light hearted as usual, it seems to have a serious undertone laced through it. "Is there a patrical reason for this bonus vacation time?"

"Redhood has called me three times. One to ask abt information on a case, which I didn't give him and told him to rest." While Oracle explains, you begin moving in a different direction, now aiming for home, "the other two times asking about you, were you are, how you are. If he calls me again in gonna block both your numbers."

"You underestimating us? I'm sure I could contact you even if you tried to get rid of me." You laugh, but definitely tense at the information. Jason has been out of commission for two nights in a row due to a horrible cold he got. You assume it's from the storm he was in the other day, mixing with the chemicals from Ivys plants, due to the area he was patrolling.

"Try me." Is all you hear before Oracle leaves you be. Once again leaving you to the ambiance of Gotham city.

You quickly make your way to your shared apartment. You climb up the fire escape and go through the open window, to see the lovely sight of your shirtless boyfriend.

On the couch, hunch over and man spreading, is Jason, in boxers and nothing else as he sorts through case files.

"Damn babe, it's fucking freezing in here." You take off your mask and shut and lock the window you came through, "no wonder you have a damn cold. You're never gonna get over it at this rate."

Jason hums in acknowledgment, still sorting through his files. With a sigh and a roll of your eyes, you go to the bedroom to change. Stripping out of your costume, throwing on warm and proper clothes, and cleaning yourself up a bit.

When you come back to the living room, Jason hasn't moved a bit.

"Jay?" You lean on the doorway and wait for a response, getting none. "Jason?" Again, nothing.

So, not feeling like dealing with him being defiant, you walk over to the couch where he sits, and stand between him and the coffee table, forcing him to look at you.

Jason finally looks up, eyes tired and red, skin slightly sweaty. "Hello." He finally says.

"You should be in bed." Your nails rake through his hair, slightly gross feelings but Jason is clearly enjoying it.

"I was working." His eyes flutter closed as he relaxes into your touch.

A small smile forms over your face as you move to cradle his face in your hands, "save work for later, you need mental and physical rest."

Jason opens his eyes to look up to you, "yeah, okay. Fine." Voice reluctant.

Walk him back to your shared bed, seeing him plop down and pass out almost immediately, you decide that everything else can wait, so you claw up with him and join him.

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spidernuggets · 2 months

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DARLINGGGG GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM JAAAIIILL is so jason todd coded

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kaleidoscopewritings19 · 3 months

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Title: Nicotine & Chanel

Characters: Jason Todd and Female!xReader.

Warnings: None, mentions of smut?

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When you had met Jason, the two of you were polar opposites. You were sophisticated, dressed up, and looked well put together every single day. Jason was reckless, and had a go with the flow attitude. He was the epitome of “walk to the beat of your own drum.”

He was dangerous in the eyes of your family and friends. Jason didn’t belong in your social group, and you didn’t belong in his. However, that didn’t stop the two of you from being together.

When you brought him to different events with your socialite group, everyone would stare as the two of you walked in together. But you held your head high, and smiled at the thought of Jason’s arm wrapped around your waist.

Your parents questioned your choice of continuing this relationship, but you didn’t pay any mind to them. Jason was different around you, he was kind, caring, and a complete gentleman. But he also had his fiery side, which you adored. He didn’t treat you like a fragile of porcelain like past lovers had.

Mornings that were once filled with brunches, were now filled with sleeping in late, and feeding your need to be with Jason.

He was addicted to you; much like his addiction to nicotine. He had no intention of giving you up, and he would always find a chance to get you alone.

In a past relationship, you would have complained about the cigarette smell, but now you loved it. When he would light up that Marlboro cigarette, sometimes you would take a hit off of it. Your lips would stain the cigarette, but he didn’t mind. He actually thought it was sexy.

Jason loved everything about you. From your legs, to your face, and to your hair. He loved every inch of you and praised you almost every night. You were his new addiction, and he was by far, more addicted to you than his pack of cigarettes.

Whenever the two of you went somewhere together, the two of you left an aroma of Chanel No. 5 and nicotine behind. It wasn’t a bad cigarette smell; it was combination of new leather and a hint of nicotine. And Jason loved the scent you would leave behind in his bed. The smell was sexily intoxicating.

One day, he stood in your bathroom as he lit a cigarette. You were getting ready for another gala event, and you were combing through your hair.

“Marva doesn’t like it when you smoke in the apartment.” You say and Jason smiled. “Yeah, your maid seems to hate me for some reason.”

You picked up your bottle of your Chanel perfume, and sprayed a generous amount to your skin. Jason put out his cigarette onto the marble counter, “That’s one reason she doesn’t like you.” You say with a smile, and it only took him a few strides to get to you.

His hand went to your hip, and his other hand went to your chin. Jason inhaled your scent, and gently caressed your bottom lip with his thumb. “I think this should be our signature scent.” He said and you looked up into his eyes.

“And what would that be?” You asked and Jason pressed a slow, but bruising kiss to your lips. It was slow, and he gently bit onto your bottom lip.

“Nicotine and Chanel.” He whispered against your lips. You pulled away, “So I’m not the only one that it turns on?” You asked with a coy smile.

Jason picked you up and sat you down on the counter top. “No. It’s intoxicating. And in a good kind of way.” He said as his lips explored your neck.

His hand trailed up the slit of your dress, “How important is this gala to you?” He asked while teasing you with his finger tips.

You moaned at the feeling of his finger tips running along your laced panties. “Not very.” Jason pressed kisses from your knee cap up to your thigh, and his tongue began to trace its way up to where you need him most.

After on final kiss, he stood up. “Well, we better go so your parents don’t think I’m a bad influence.” He said as he fixed his tie, and pulled back down your dress.

Throwing your head back, you sighed. “C’mon Jay. Let’s just stay here and we can-”

“Not right now, Princess. We have a gala to attend.” He said as he helped you down from the counter top.

He pulled you close to his body, “Maybe we can find a broom closet to get lost in.” He said before leaving you to stand in the bathroom alone.

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I hope you guys enjoyed that short x reader. Thanks for reading!

Xoxo

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hanluex · 5 months

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♡ MISSED YOU AND YOUR PRETTY LIPS — JASON TODD

bf!jason x gn!reader | wc : 0.4k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, suggestive, kinda making out (?), fluff, established relationship

“jason, what the fuck?!”

you whisper-yelled, resting your hand over your chest as you saw your boyfriend’s face outside your window.

“open this!” he mouthed, gesturing you to open your window. “hurry up!”

all sorts of alarms rang in your head, wondering why the fuck your boyfriend was not at your front door like a normal person but at your window — that too, at two in the morning.

“hey, what’s wrong?” you asked as you pushed open the frame, brows etched with worry. “is everything–”

before you could continue, jason smashed his lips against yours, taking you by surprise. he took full control of the kiss, blissfully sighing as he felt you kiss him back.

it hadn’t even been that long since he saw you, but oh, how he missed the taste of your lips.

"jay," you mumbled between the kisses, still confused. "what's going–"

you paused as you felt his hands on your waist, pulling you closer as you gave into the kiss completely.

jason merely smiled against your lips, the simple sensation of your lips against his sending him into overdrive. he turned his head, deepening the kiss as his hands moved to hold your hips tightly.

you simply complied, the intensity and passion behind his kisses making your stomach flip a thousand somersaults.

jason pulled away, a dazed smile on his face as he looked at you. "hey," he muttered, his raspy voice making your chest hurt with how good he looked.

"hey? it's two in the morning, love." you chuckled, shaking your head. "what's the occasion to be greeted like this?"

jason only smiled in response, his sparkly brown eyes filled with adoration, depriving you of every breath you tried to take.

he tried to reply to you. he really did.

but one look at the confused pout on your face, and he was leaning back in, pressing his lips against yours.

one time. two times. five times. ten times.

you couldn’t help but giggle at his antics, forcefully pulling yourself away from your boyfriend as you looked at him.

“jason todd,” you sternly said. “as much as i love your kisses, what’s going on?” you asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

with one last kiss on your lips, jason pulled away, a love-struck look on his face as he smiled at you, his eyes conveying more than he could ever say.

“it’s nothing, honestly. i just missed you and your pretty lips.”

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