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visionsofmagic · 6 months

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day 17: jason todd [thigh riding]

࿓ synopsis • while begging jason to start fuck you, you discover how you can get the pleasure you seek from riding his thigh.

―❦ nsfw, f!reader, brat!reader, pet names, begging, clothes on, red hood!jason, punishment, watching, jerking off, good girl/bad girl dynamic, ‘is all I guess? • 0.7k • who didn’t think about riding jason’s thigh whenever you see his MASSIVE thighs. mmh, delicious. enjoy! [kinktober m.] + the last work for the second week of kinktober 2023, yaaay! feel so good to come this far & the last week of it is close to the gates – open your horny sides for the rest of ‘em – see you in the last week/the week of games! *kiss* & thank you for all!

“really?” he mocks you, a smirk on his attractive face, eyes full of entertainment, understanding what you try to do after he declines the offer of fucking you – he gives you a punishment for being a brat, calling him here, having only a tiny dress on you, exposing every part of your delicate and soft body to his eyes to make him want to bend you over, starting fuck your greedy clit – he indeed has the desire to do that. however, you need to learn your lesson for making him worry about you in a way you should not.

“jay –“ his name leaves your mouth as a pray, so sweetly that his cock twitches with pleasure inside his pants as you sit on one of his thighs, palms on his well-built abdomen with muscle, holding them dearly as a source of steadiness. “please – please – I need you!”

he doesn’t say anything, only watching you while leaning to the chair he’s sitting on – eyes darting between your soaking pussy on his thigh and half-closed eyes as you roll your hips forth and back, holding him tight, biting your lips to keep your loud moans escaping.

“need me? you’re looking you’re having what you need pretty,” his long fingers hold you by the chin, making you look down at the mess you’re making on his massive thigh, the hips moving on their own – the warm feeling is coming because of both his clothed thigh and your naked pussy rubbing it. the painful motion makes the pleasure you receive get higher and higher until you begin to bounce on him like a mad girl, rubbing still from time to time.

the edge’s closeness comes sooner than you expected it to be – it feels so different to fuck you on his thigh while jason has his fisted hand under his chin, the elbow on the side of the chair, looking at you with a smirk on his face – his clothes make you go shy suddenly, making you feel so exposed – so weak.

for him – you will always be weak, and this is known by both of you. the knowledge makes jason put his free hand on your hip, moving it in sync with your movement – cock getting harder because of seeing you trying to make yourself cum – and only by using his thigh without even getting permission.

he chuckles deeply, voice huskier than ever, eyes on your face – bouncing breasts with hardened nipples, pussy clenching and soaking wet, dark circle on his pants, and your moving ass cheeks from sides. “what a mess you’re making out of yourself on my thigh baby,” he hold you by neck now, closing the gap between your bodies as he pulls you into himself, smirk is still there, burning you alive. “and only by riding my thigh, huh? always a brat, greedy slut for me, aren’t you princess?”

nodding, you close your eyes, breaths hitting your face, sending another source of warmness into your core, making the climax you seek to reach its highest point.

harder you ride his thigh, the more his cock grows bigger inside his pants – a bulge appears visibly, and he can’t hold himself back from jerking himself off above the clothes – hand moving up and down rapidly, same pace as your hips.

and when you look at it, you moan his name loudest, coming undone at the exact moment he holds your hand and makes you hold his bulge, his dripping precum creates a darker color on his pants.

“fuccck – jason!”

he doesn’t wait for you – to get yourself together, get the power to open your blurry eyes, and witness the great amount of wetness you created – your cum drips from his pants onto the floor, chest raising up and down, hot breathes hit his chest you put your forehead on.

by holding your hair gently, he makes you look at him – a pride blooms in his face, sending chills, “what a bad girl,” he remarks, “ride herself on my thigh and cum shamelessly while I was trying to teach her a lesson. even though I like how you look right now, I don’t want my girl to stay ignorant. so, do you want to be my good girl again, slut?” he asks, the grip on your hair getting tighter.

nodding mindlessly, you let him pick your body up – with bridal style, he holds you, walking to the bed you share. “then, you will lie down and take my cock inside your warm pussy princess. you are the reason why my dick is dripping now after all.”

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina & @snowprincesa1 & @dookiemeshibear & @chloee0x0 & @marmar-c *lots of kisses!*

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spidernuggets · 26 days

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Reader being Jason's girlfriend, who doesn't know about their double life, casually blurting out that she was never a fan of Batman and Robin or that she prefers Superman and the whole family is offended. 😭

love your writing, btw<3

-🪩

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

"No, no, you're right, babe. Superman tops Batman for sure."

"Ah, Ms. Y/n, pleasure to see you," Alfred opens the door to see you patiently waiting with a smile.

"Hey, Alfie! Is Jay home? He asked me to hang out with him today."

"He's in the living room with the rest of the family. Come in, come in," he steos to the side, giving you to room to enter.

"Oh, yeah!" You exclaimed, reaching into your bag. "I did that cookie recipe you gave me! They're not as good as yours, but they're sure better than the cookies I've made before. D'you mind taste testing for me?" You ask, handing over a tupperware full of cookies.

"I thank you for the charming remark, Ms. Y/n. I'm sure your cookies are as excellent." He says, taking a bite from a cookie.

"Nah, now you're just being too modest, Alfie," you laugh as he does too.

"Well, this is a marvellous improvement, Ms. Y/n," Alfred says, happily taking another one. "Come on now, let's go join the others."

The two of you walk towards the living room and see everyone there.

"Y/n!!" Stephanie shouts, running over to you, embracing you in a tight hug. "Ugh, it felt like forever since I've seen you! How are you 'nd Jason? Is he being an asshole like always?" She snickers.

You laugh, and before you can reply, Jason is already pushing Stephanie out of the way.

"Don't answer that, N/n. Steph, go away," he grumbles, soon putting on a smile once he stands right in front of you. "Hey, mama," he muttered, pulling you in by the waist, placing a kiss on your forhead.

You giggled at the contact. "Hey, Jay," you kissed his chin. "Hi, Bruce!" You look over Jason's shoulder, wavung to Bruce, who was sat on the armchair, looking through the newspaper.

"Y/n, always a pleasure," he says before going back to reading.

Jason takes your hand and guides you to the couch, making you sit on his lap. "Sorry I couldn't go out for our date today, sugar. Someone wouldn't let me leave," he emphasised, glaring at Bruce.

"It's scarce that everyone is here at once, Master Jason. It's a good opportunity for bonding." Alfred says behind him.

You kiss his cheek, which makes his heart race. "It's okay, Jay. It's nice hangin' out with you and your family."

"Yeah, kick his ass!" Steph shouts at the TV.

Last night's news was playing, showing footage of Batman and Robin, and their alliances, taking out some of Gotham's frequent villains and criminals.

"Do you guys always watch the news?" You asked, curious that they aren't watching something more entertaining.

You didn't notice it, but the whole family seemed to hesitate by your question.

"The news is a suitable way of keeping us informed of Gotham's latest activities. Just in case there are needs of safety plans for us," Damian says, sitting on the chair beside you, petting Titus.

"Plus, it's good to see Batman and Robin in action. Just in case there's anything they need to improve on." Bruce mutters that last statement, sending a sharo glare towards Damian, who, last night, didn't follow direct orders and backfired a section of the mission.

Damian ignored this statement and kept focusing on Titus.

You rested your head on Jason's shoulder. "Mm. I was never really a fan of Batman and Robin."

The whole room freezes, leaving the news to continue playing, and all heads turn towards you. The sudden attention had you tensed up.

"What?" You quietly ask.

"Batman and Robin are always keeping the streets clear of crime. How can you not like them?" Damian asks with a scowl on his face.

"I don't don't like them. They just don't pique my interest." You shrugged.

"Well what about their alliances," Tim asked. "Red Robin? Spoiler? Orphan? Red Hood?"

The questioning about Red Hood had Jason's full attention on you now.

"I dunno, I guess I prefer Red Hood. He's pretty cool," your unsure opinion had Jason mentally punching the air in victory.

"But.. to be honest, I kinda like Superman over all the superheroes," you smiled.

It was the calm before the storm. You didn't think a little opinion could've caused such a ruckus.

Even Bruce looked away from the newspaper annoyed.

"Why Superman? He's only so great because he has superpowers. Batman has no superpowers and can still put so many behind bars!" Bruce exclaimed.

Subtle. Jason thought.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know that you guys like these superheroes so much!" You said, almost scared that you somehow offended the family.

Jason then kisses your temple. "No, no, you're right, babe. Superman tops Batman for sure," Jason says, narrowing his eyes and sending a snarky grin towards Bruce, which, in response, he rolls his eyes and backs away from the conversation, going back to his newspaper.

"Did I say something wrong?" You quietly ask Jason as the other begin yelling at each other about which Batman ally is better.

Jason smiles, caressing your soft face with his rougher, calloused thumb. "Nah, don't worry, sweet thing. They're just mega Batman fans."

"What about you? Who's your fave?" You ask.

"Red Hood, hands down." He immediately replies.

You nod, thinking for a moment. "Okay. I wanna see more of Red Hood then. He'll be my favourite too." You say.

Jason thinks his heart just exploded. He shifts his right arms under your legs, his other supporting your back as he lifts you up, followed by a yelp coming from you.

"Get ready, babe. You're about to absolutely love Red Hood," he says, carrying you to his room, ready to go on a 5 hour lecture about Red Hood and why he's Gotham's greatest hero.

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reveluving · 5 months

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see you soon ; jason todd x batmom reader (ft bruce wayne)

includes: jason's beloved dubbed 'princesa' (can read it as her and/or jason being latina/latino or spanish being jason's 1st/2nd language!) & tooth-rotting fluff!

a/n: combining @xoxokirby's jason todd x princesa with my batmom AU in this quick, cute thought because I just love talking about them together 💗

check out my batmom m.list <3

"Alright, so here's the hot chocolate," You carefully passed Jason the heavy double-cup holder, "And in here is your Philly cheesesteak, some soups and your girl's panini sandwich. And I threw in some brownie pudding in there since we had extra. Make sure you don't heat it up beyond forty-five seconds. You're lucky you texted me just as dinner rush started."

While waiting for Jason to come and pick up the orders he had requested you just hours ago, you closed down the necessary so you could head home with Bruce straight away once he finishes his work in the office. Not once had Jason stopped offering on taking you back to the manor first before heading back to his girlfriend at his apartment, but you insisted otherwise.

And how could he say no to his mother?

"Yeah, that's on me," Your son smiled sheepishly, holding the bags of food and drinks with ease, "Y'sure we don't gotta pay up?"

"What makes you think I'm making my own kids pay for food at my café all of a sudden?" You rested your hands on your hips, brows raised as if he had asked the dumbest question ever.

"'m just askin', y'don't have to be so mad. Sheesh," He shrugged, only to dodge your playful smack with a laugh, "Kiddin', kiddin'."

But the big smile on his face remained.

A lot of things make him smile, be it from you, his siblings, Bruce at times or his beloved, but he just couldn't help replaying how you considered his girl one of 'your kids', as if, like him, you just knew she was the one.

"Be sure to tell her about the family dinner that we're having in two weeks." You reminded him, slipping on your gloves before turning off most of the lights. It would be her first dinner with the Waynes, and you wanted nothing more than to have her as a part of your family’s cheesy traditions.

"I will," He nodded, and just as you wondered about the extra joy he was radiating, he hugged you with one arm—the one that was holding the bag of food, "Thanks, ma."

"Oh, Jay," You chuckled, returning the hug with a few pats in his back, "I'm just looking out for my kids."

Just then, you and Jason heard the sound of engine approaching, and lo and behold, the familiar black Aston Martin came into view.

"That's our cue. C'mon," You playfully pushed him from the back, drawing a worried 'ma!', afraid he might drop the food. You just responded to his pout with a cheeky smile before exiting the café, with him waiting for you to lock the door. Winter came in early in Gotham, and the citizens took the opportunity to decorate the city in ways that seemed so... familial.

You opened the passenger door, "Hey." You lit up as Bruce leaned in, his warm lips tickled your cold cheek.

"Sorry I'm late. Tried to finish up some of the last reports before the holidays."

You reassured him, shaking your head as you did, "You're not, I promise. Plus, Jay waited with me."

Bruce looked over at your door, where Jason stood, "Thanks, Jason. Head home safely and don't forget about the dinner, alright?"

"I won't," He nodded curtly as he walked backwards, heading to the alley where he parked his bike, "I'll text y'when I reach home."

"Say hi to princesa for us!" You grinned, waving as you watched your son disappear into the back of the store. You closed the door, turning to Bruce and officially greeting him with a quick but nonetheless sweet kiss, "Hi, you."

"Hi yourself," He sighed in content, leaning in for another kiss as he held the steering wheel, "Shall we?"

"Of course." You replied, and just as your seatbelt clicked into place, Jason drove past you, but not before waving at you and Bruce as he did.

With the end of the year around the corner, you were tired, and so was Bruce. Jason was no different and he didn't doubt that his girl was beat, too.

But it was impossible to suppress the smiles on your faces, knowing that none of you will end the day by your lonesome.

Just a hot drink in hand, a comfy bed to cuddle up in, and your other half to hold onto.

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jaysgirlx · 2 months

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Can you do a fic based off of https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRcsG8Yu/ this TikTok when Jason and reader was talking and it got deep and he joked about off!ng himself and the reader sits with him all night just in case he wasn’t joking? Please? I love your writing so much and if this is a touchy topic feel free to ignore or correct. Have a nice day!

❝ 𝐈’𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ❞

❥ pairing: jason todd x civilian f!reader

❥ summary: Jason and you are close, you always have been so close that you thought you knew him well enough to read his mind except you're wrong about that, and what you learn ends up scaring you more.

❥ warnings: mentions of death/suicide/afterlife, reminiscing of torture, heavy angst, little fluff, happy ending

❥ wc: 1.5k

Your fingers, combed through Jason's black locks while he focused his attention on you. The two of you had moments on these where you sat together in a comfortable silence. They tended to happen when one of you was upset, usually you but tonight you could tell something was wrong with Jason. So you kept quiet and let him rest. You didn't know if late nights like these would last forever.

"How long are you going to play with my hair princess?"

"Until you tell me what's wrong Jay"

Again you both fell into a silence. This time it was awkward like maybe you should've played dumb but it was too late night to think that. Jason sighed and sat up on your couch and laid his head on your lap. You tried to remove your hand from his hair but he gave this look like this is what he needed at least for tonight.

You weren't sure if or when you and Jason had crossed the friend boundary. The two of you obviously had not slept together but you had kissed numerous times. Sometimes when he was anxious you'd kiss him just to calm him down and it worked, except for the fact you'd end up making out. Or when he would go on patrol and you were worried he would kiss you and then he'd end up cuddling you till you slept off. The kisses you both shared were like little reassurances of love. Though the two of you never actually spoke about what they really meant.

You had wanted to for the longest time but you didn't because in the end you always knew that Jason cared for you. You could tell by the way he always left you breakfast when he had to leave while you were asleep or by the way he'd walk you home if you had decided to work overtime. Jason cared in his own little way and you take what you got especially since he made the best pancakes.

"I fought with Bruce today, he took Dick's side on something and I just got mad…I know they both care, but it doesn't feel like it sometimes y'know? It still feels like they're Batman and Nightwing and I'm still Robin" He stopped himself from speaking further like if he spoke more, he'd say something he'd regret. Jason didn't want to drop all his problems on you because he knew you would listen and he knew you'd comfort him. You did so much for him and was slightly worried he was becoming too much. Jason didn't want to become a burden to you, he enjoyed spending time with you and he didn't wan to fuck that up.

"I've always got your side Jay if that helps and you're not Robin anymore okay and regardless of that, Robin didn't make you…well you" you say, caressing his face. "You're just you Jay and if they've got a problem with you well then they have a problem with me"

"Well, I think I hate myself if I'm being honest" Those words made your hands stop and now you started to really listen. You knew Jason wasn't exactly happy with his life but you didn't think he hated himself. He was so cocky all the time that you couldn't even fathom the idea of him hating himself. "These days getting up in the mornings is so difficult and a good night's rest…I don't remember the last time I had one"

"Well I think we all can relate to that, life kinda sucks for all of us Jay. Everything we do is out of our hands and it seems like no matter how hard we try we're never fully just happy"

"You got that right, the last time I was really happy was…well nevermind, But sometimes I think about killing myself"

"Well I mean we all have, I thought about it a couple of times when work gets hard but-

"No y/n, I mean like really killing myself, like just putting my gun to my head and that's it." He laughs but you still don't manage to find it funny. "I know damn well there will be plenty of people who will probably find it pretty, my brains splattered everywhere and my body lifeless"

"I'd really prefer you'd not do that Jay"

"Okay but in all seriousness-"

"I don't want to hear this Jay"

"I'd want you to plan my funeral, you'd make it beautiful and hopefully not gloomy"

"Jay is this a funny matter, stop joking around"

"I doubt there's an afterlife, seeing that I did die once and I don't remember any floating gates or firey pits"

"Jay please stop it"

"C'mon we both know without you, I'd be better off-"

"No." you said and it came out broken. Jason looked up at you, you weren't playing with his hair anymore, you were crying. He tried to reach up and your tears away but you pushed away his hand. He hadn't meant to upset you, he didn't mean it. Well, he did but he wasn't going to, not when you still cared for him. You were what he was living for. "No, you can't do that Jay"

He again tries to wipe your tears and this time you let him, he sits up and kisses your forehead wishing he had never said anything. You were his world and all he could ever ask for. Without you, who would be there for him after a bad run on patrol? or when his nightmares would start coming back? Deep down Jason Todd is scared of living, he's scared of living without you. "I won't sweetheart, I won't, I promise. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said any of that"

Now he's holding you and rubbing your back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. The two of you fell back into your comfortable silence, while Jason made himself comfortable again laying his head on your lap. He hates seeing you that way, with that look of fear and worry. He never wanted to cause it. He wanted to say something but all those hours of patrol and working overtime finally caught up to him. He thought he'd just take a nap, he didn't want to burden you with how heavy he was, lying on his lap but he couldn't help you, your lap was so comfy.

For a while, you watched Jason and didn't know why you were. He said he wouldn't hurt himself, he promised. Still, you were scared because of the way he talked about it...it was clear it wasn't the first time. You knew he had fallen asleep, his tell was that his breathing had slowed. You picked that up when he started coming over early in that morning to nap with you. Jason was only ever truly calm when was he asleep with you.

Watching him like this felt natural like you had to do this. You knew he was serious about killing himself and you just couldn't imagine a life with him, without Jason. Gently you caressed his sleeping face, admiring how handsome he was. The things that happened to him, you knew they affected him but you didn't want to think he'd go as far as to…no you couldn't think of it.

You leaned your own body back on the couch and tried to relax. You'd stay all night with him if you had to, you'd make sure he was safe. You weekend a vigilante like him, you couldn't fight and protect him from villains but you could protect him from himself. It probably seems crazy that you want to protect Jason Todd from himself but it's all you know how to do. You're not completely sure if Jason loves you but you know that you love him.

"I will always be with you, I'm yours Jay, I'm with you" you whisper sweetly against his forehead, before planting a soft kiss. You watch him all night and he sleeps quietly and hopefully comfortably with his head resting on your lap. You didn't work the next day and you had stayed up all night before, this wouldn't be difficult for you.

Even if it was, it was for Jason and he was always worth any trouble. You wish you could tell him that but that's a conversation for another time, for now, you just want to make sure he is still alive every morning.

When Jason Todd wakes up the following morning, you're drinking what he thinks is probably coffee and reading a book. His eyes fixate on you and he reaches up to brush his hand against your face, you smile at the soft touch. HE lets out a yawn and finally speaks up, "Whatcha doing up so early, princess?"

"Just admiring you Jay"

"M'sorry for sleeping on you, and I'm even more sorry for making you feel upset last night, you're…you're very important to me y/n, and as long as you'll have me, I'll be here"

"And I'm with you, for as long as you'll have me" you say with a smile as you hand him the rest of your coffee. He drank the rest before gently pressing a kiss to your lips. Another reassure of his love

Jason Todd was yours for a lifetime and you were happy with just that.

❥ a/n: sorry this took so long anon! I kept rewriting it because I didn't like how it was going. btw comment to be added to my taglist.

❥ taglist: @meowkn, @nia-jul, @woodenanemone, @millyhelp, @yourlocalcringydaydreamer, @kazzattack, @orchidsangel, @gleasonlovesjasontodd, @jason-anon

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hanasnx · 4 months

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vehemently day dreaming about jason slapping me in the face bc i asked him to and then also making fun of me for liking it

MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: f!reader | severe impact play: face/pussy smacking. kicking mention | sexual content | degradation | mild dacryphilia.

“What’s the matter with you? You like this shit?” JASON TODD punctuates the verbal jab with another sharp slap to your already hot and colored cheek. He promptly brings you back to face him by his hand fisting the locks at the top of your head, “Huh? You like it?” his deep voice taunts you, giving you another swat to your other cheek and you squeeze your eyes shut. Obedient for him, forced into some form of subspace, you’re knelt in front of him, letting him abuse you. “You’re fucked up, you know that? ‘This what gets you horny?” Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, and you sniff, nodding without being able to look at him. “Get up. Show me that cunt.”

Punctually, you stand, and his release on your hair washes over a sense of relief down your scalp. His expectant and smug gaze on you guides you to the conclusion of what he wants, so you snatch his wrist to invite him to the space between your legs. Thick fingers clumsily stroke at your puffy folds, sticky with arousal and achy from want. His minor stoop to reach your sex brings his face that much closer to yours, and his pinch on your chin alerts you as to his desire for your eye contact. “Fucking freak. What’s next? Should I throw you on the ground and kick you or something? Bet you’d cum all over the fucking floor.” he says through a wolfish grin, glancing from your lips to your eyes. You shake your head hastily, unable to form coherent sentences, just minor whimperings. “Ah, what about something like this?” A sharp tap to your exposed pussy jolts you, and you hold onto him as your features skew. “Huh? What about that? You like your little pussy smacked too?” You nod again, your expression twisting into near anguish over how liquid desire practically pours out of you. You can’t help it, you go crazy for when he’s mean. A resounding pulse travels through your core from your clit as he taps again, a little harder this time. A small glimmer of disbelief is in his eyes. “Jesus, baby, lay down. I’ll give it to you good.”

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writing-blog-iguess · 6 months

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Long Lost Friend

Summery: He was suppose to be dead. You watched as the building was burning, you watched as they lowered his coffin in the ground. He's dead, has been for years. So then why is he standing in your living room in a Red Hood cosplay, smiling at you like you saw each other the other day?

Warning: death, hurt/comfort

A/N: Mm, it's not exactly how I wanted this to go, but I like it. Enjoy! Feedback is always welcome.

Words: 2.3k

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You were tired.

After a full day of classes plus working at a coffee shop, you were done for the day. And on your way back from home all you can think about was a nice warm bath and sleep.

What you hadn’t anticipated when you opened your apartment door, was your dead best friend standing in your living room. Dressed as Red Hood, holding his signature red helmet in his hands.

“Hiya sweetheart,” he greeted with a small smile. Your arms dropped to your side, making everything fall to the ground.

“Jason?” you whispered and locked memories came rushing to the forefront of your mind without your permission.

You're eight again, racing through the streets of Gotham just trying to survive.

“Come on Y/N! If you want to stick with me, you have to keep up!”

“But I’m tired Jason!” you shouted back, almost tripping on your own feet. “And hungry! Mom said she’s making dinner for us soon.”

“We’ll go in a minute,” he called back, skidding to a halt when he finally reached his destination. You didn’t stop in time, and ran into his back almost making the two of you fall forward.

“Sorry,” you mumbled as you stepped back and stood beside him. “What are we doing here?”

“I heard Batman was fighting the Riddler here, I wanted to see them fight.”

You made a noise, turning to glare at him. And before you could say anything, the doors to the bank busted open, and you watched Batman and Riddler fight their way outside.

“One day that’s going to be me.”

“What? Be someone fighting Batman?”

“What? No, I’m going to fight beside Batman.”

You were eleven, trying to get Jason to stop, but he won’t listen.

“Jason! What are you doing?” you hissed, looking around to make sure no one saw you.

“Because everyone thinks I’m a delinquent, might as well show them they’re right,” he grunted out as he pulled down the ratchet.

“Okay, but why care about what people think?” you questioned, “why give them proof that they were right?”

“Because they are,” Jason said with a shrug.

“Okay but why feel the need to prove them?”

“Because it’s fun,” Jason said and laughed when he succeeded in taking one tire off.

Y/N made a noise of frustration and threw her arms in the air. “But, out of everything you could have done, why Batman’s car?”

“Go big or go home, right?”

“You're impossible.”

“No one said you needed to be here,” Jason pointed out, setting the tire down with a grunt.

“Someone needs to make sure you don’t get into too much trouble,” you retorted.

“I won’t, just go home Y/N. I know you have that test tomorrow you’ve been studying for.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“Okay.”

You didn’t hear from Jason the next day, or the next. You started to get worried and began searching for him after school and well into the night. But you weren’t having any luck.

It wasn’t until six months later when the new Robin appeared, did you finally get to talk to Jason.

You stared at the newest Robin blankly before promptly turning and heading towards the rooftop door. “Go away.”

“Awe come on!” Jason called, running to catch up to you. “Talk to me.”

“No, I have nothing to say.”

“Don’t you miss me?”

“No,” you said bluntly, and reached for the door handle when you stopped in front of the door. But before you could turn it and open it, Jason slid between you and the door, stopping you from leaving the roof. “Move.”

“I bet you did,” he said, ignoring the glare you sent him. “I missed you.”

“Good for you.”

“You’re mad, aren’t you?”

“Great detective skills you got there. Learn them from Batman?” you asked flatly, shooing him away from the door. He didn’t budge.

“Is that what you're mad about? That Batman was training me?”

“I’m mad because you left. I’m mad because I thought you were dead. And you didn’t say anything, or called to say you were okay. I’m mad because you're here thinking everything’s going back to normal. But you're wrong.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Okay.”

You’re fifteen, watching as the Joker is on TV laughing with a bruised-up Jason in the background.

“What do you think, Gotham? Should Robin live to see another day?” Joker asked, and laughed. “What am I saying? Of course not!”

You didn’t stay to finish the broadcast. You ran out of your house, ignoring your mom’s worried call, and ran through Gotham. You didn’t stop running until you reached the abandoned warehouse district.

Stopping in front of the fence, you huffed trying to catch your breath as you tried to figure out which one Joker was in with Jason.

You weren’t sure how long you stood there, but enough time passed that before you could move, one of the buildings blew up.

“No!” you could hear yourself scream. And that’s all it took for you to rush towards the building. But it was too late, the building was engulfed in flames and Batman stopped you from going into the building.

“Why didn’t you stop him? Where were you?!”

After that night, you don’t remember much of what happened. You faintly remember Bruce Wayne coming to your house and explaining to your parents about Jason’s death. You knew it was a lie, and you spent the entire time glaring at Bruce, hatred burning in your eyes.

You remember going after Bruce when he left your apartment. Remember seeing him tense up when you had said that Jason had looked up to him, had loved him with everything he had.

“He loved you Mr. Wayne, and you let him down,” you remember saying through the tears that streamed down your cheeks. “It’s all your fault.”

“I know,” he had whispered before climbing into his car.

You barely remembered the funeral service for Jason, but you remember the rain pouring down as you stood in front of the tombstone. Anger had swirled within you, who you were mad at you weren’t entirely sure.

“Why’d you have to do it?” you whispered, “why’d you have to leave? Fuck, Jason. I want to hate you, but I can’t. I can never stay mad at you for long. You’re not even here, yet I can still see your stupid smile when I’m trying to be mad.

“Come back? Please? I need you back.”

But there was no Jason popping out from behind the tombstone, laughing. There was no answer, only the rain that softly hit your umbrella.

“Sweetheart?” a voice called out to you, slowly bringing you out of your thoughts. You blinked a couple of times and focused your eyes on Jason. “Where’d you go?”

“Jason?” you choked out again, pinching yourself to see if you were dreaming or not. “You’re here?”

“I’m here,” he confirmed, taking a step forward. You took a step back without thought, and felt guilty when you saw hurt flash in his eyes. “It’s me, Y/N. I’m really here,” he said as he opened his arms out.

Instead of going for a hug, your eyes roamed around him. When you narrowed in on the blood that was on his jacket, you went into action. “You’re hurt,” you noted, moving around him towards the bathroom.

“Not my blood,” he said, but he followed you all the same. You shook your head, and bent down to retrieve the first aid kit you keep fully stocked.

“Don’t care,” you said, putting the kit on the counter and opening it. “Take off your jacket and sit on the toilet.”

“At least take me to dinner first before you take off my clothes,” he joked. You sent him a pointed look and gestured to the toilet before going back to the kit. “Okay, tough crowd,” he muttered before doing as he was told.

He set his jacket down on the edge of the tub before sitting down on the closed toilet seat. “So, how have you been?”

You didn’t answer, instead you turned to him with cleaning supplies. “You cut your arm,” you said bluntly and watched as he looked down.

“Well, would you look at that.”

“It might need stitches,” you noted, “may I?”

“You know how?” Jason asked, surprised at the question.

“I’m in med school, I would think I know how to stitch up a cut,” you said and waited for an answer. Stunned to silence, Jason could only nod and you set to work.

You set forward, turning him around slightly so you could get to his arm better. Satisfied that you could reach, you set to work. As you cleaned the cut, Jason turned his head slightly and watched as you worked. “It’s deeper than I thought. It’s gonna need stitches.”

After cleaning it, you set everything aside and turned to grab the needle and thread. “It’s fine if it scars,” Jason said, watching as you threaded the needle. “What’s one more scar?”

“Maybe you don’t care, but I,” you said and set to work closing the cut. “Its my work after all.”

“I suppose.”

Silence settled between the two of you, and you tried your best to ignore Jason’s stare. You could feel his eyes on your face, and you kept the questions at bay. At least until you were done.

Once you finished, you stepped back and started cleaning everything up before leaving the bathroom. “Hey!” Jason called. You rolled your eyes as you heard him scattering to leave the bathroom.

You were in the kitchen when he finally joined, and he stood in the doorway as you heated up leftovers.

“You died,” you stated, sitting by the table with a plate in front of you.

“I did,” he agreed, joining you. You watched as he ate and wondered if he had anything to eat lately. “And now I’m not.”

“How?” Jason remained quiet, making you raise an eyebrow. “Don't be shy on me now Jason. Were you really in that building? Or did you escape without me noticing?”

That got his attention. He shot his head up to look at you in thought. “You were there?”

“I wasn’t close enough for the blast to hit me, but I watched it burn,” you said looking down at your plate. “Batman had to stop me from going in to try to get to you.”

“Sorry.”

“Not your fault,” you said with a shrug. Yet a spike of anger coursed through you as you thought about that night. You were angry, at Batman, at Joker, and maybe a little at yourself. But you stamped down the feeling, you were tired of being angry. “So, what happened?”

Jason was silent for a moment before he launched into what had happened to him. He explained that Ra al Ghul, the leader of a league of assassins, had brought him back to life with something called a Lazarus pit. And that was a whole bunch of questions you had.

He explained that it had made him into a different person, so he stayed with them and trained for the last five years. He only came back to confront Bruce about it. That made him decide to do something about it, and he became Red Hood. Which would explain a lot about how low the criminal rate has gone down.

Silence settled again as you digested everything.

“I tried, you know,” you whispered. Jason looked up at you but you kept your attention on your uneaten plate.

“Tried what?”

“To kill the Joker,” you clarified. You didn’t want to look up, didn’t want to see the shock nor the disappointment in Jason’s eyes. “I have notebooks of plans I came up with over the years. They’re very detailed but I could never figure out where to get the things I need.

“And when it came down to it, I just couldn’t. Not because Batman stopped me, because I thought of you and I knew you wouldn’t want me to become that person.”

You hear a scrape of a chair before Jason was in your field of vision. He crouched down beside you, and gently grasped your chin with his forefinger and thumb. You looked down at him when he moved your head towards him.

“You’re right,” he said, wiping a few tears that escaped your notice. “I don’t want you to become that person. I still don’t. I liked who you were as kids.”

“I don’t, she was a coward,” you said, causing him to laugh.

“Yeah, but she always had my back,” he pointed out.

“She died that night you did,” you sniffled trying to stop from crying.

“But I’m here now, maybe she’s something in there too,” Jason said softly. You nodded though you didn’t have much hope that that part of you was still there. Moving his hands so he held yours, he stood up pulling you with him.

He wrapped his arms around you and you snaked your arms around his waist, burying your face in his shirt. And that’s all it took for you to break down and cry.

Jason rocked you from side to side gently as he murmured comforting words as you cried. Going as far as to say that he’s staying, that he’s not going anywhere.

After a moment, your tears turned into sniffles but the two of you didn’t move from your hug.

“Why’d you come here, Jason?” you mumbled into his shirt.

“I didn’t have anywhere else to go,” he answered and that broke your heart a little.

“Well, my door’s always open for you.”

You felt his smile through your hair, and you turned slightly so you could look at him. “What?”

“There’s my girl.” Your face turned red, and you turned away as he laughed. “She’s in there somewhere.”

“Yeah, maybe. Just don’t die again.”

“I can try not to.”

And maybe you could hope that nothing that bad could happen again. You dared to hope anyway.

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Strawberries and Cigarettes

Summary: Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool; But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader (+Damian appearance)

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Language?

AN: thank you all for the support on Angel Baby❤️ it’s really really appreciated.

Jason tilted his head back until he felt the cold brick against his skull. Relief flooded as he closed his eyes, the irritation diminishing.

He exhaled deeply, the smoke leaving his lungs. With his knees up, forearms propped on top, he tapped his fingertips against his knee. He was sure ashes were falling onto his clothes.

YN wouldn’t like the smell. He’d have to change when he went back in. Maybe he should’ve stayed in his Red Hood gear— perhaps it wouldn’t have held the smell like his hoodie would.

No; He hadn’t wanted to stay in that gear for another minute, much less fifteen.

He had been freezing when he came home— wanting nothing but the comfort of sweatpants and his girlfriend. But he needed to take his edge off first, or else he’d stay up all night. Tossing and turning.

YN had work in the morning.

Luckily, he had early patrol this week. He was actually home at a decent hour; He was able to spend time with her.

His tired eyes cracked open, sliding across the sparse view from the fire escape.

A pair of booted feet dropped down onto the metal platform. Nearly silent.

“Are you going to stay out here all night?” Damian demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.

Jason sighed through his nose, taking another drag of his cigarette before cutting his eyes back over to his brother.

“Are you gonna stop dropping by my apartment unannounced?” He rebutted, flicking the ash away.

He wondered how long Damian had been perched on the rooftop, waiting for him to move. Jason was already twelve minutes in— on his second cigarette.

He had gotten antsy and deviated from his plan of waiting Jason out. Dropped down anyways.

“Those aren’t healthy.” Damian stated, nodding to the stick between his fingers.

“Gee, thanks.” Jason droned sarcastically, tilting his head to blow smoke in the opposite direction. “Why are you here?”

“I have business with YN.”

The older boy rolled his eyes, a soft ‘tch’ coming from his mouth. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, his free hand coming up to run through his hair and tug at the roots.

“You’re like twelve.” Jason met his brother’s eyes in a blank stare. “Just say you wanted to see her.”

Damian’s face warmed, despite the chill that had settled in over the atmosphere as night set in over Gotham.

“Didn’t you stop smoking months ago?”Damian wrinkled his nose, eying him suspiciously. “Does YN know you’re out here?”

Jason rolled his eyes. The only person the little brat had to get along with would be his girlfriend. Whether the cause be cosmic karma or just Damian trying his damndest to annoy him.

“I’ll throw you from this fire escape.” He threatened.

Damian’s left brow lifted. After staring at Jason for an unprecedented amount of time, he finally huffed before ducking through the window. His cape smacking Jason in the face.

Jason growled, every neuron of his brain telling him to reach in, grab the little jerk, and hold him by his underwear off the platform.

It would upset YN, but how much was he willing to undergo the silent treatment?

Damian made sure his steps were loud enough to alert Yn. As brilliant as she was, she was still a hopeless civilian. The tiniest of squeaks could go by unnoticed.

He was sparse in his evaluation of the apartment— it rarely changed form, as both Jason and YN were far too comfortable to actually change any aspect of the living quarters.

As usual in the apartment, Jason had books strewn about. Most were face down, still open. Others were stacked and piled on any flat surface available. Blankets were piled on the sofa, where a basket of unfolded laundry also sat.

Damian grit his teeth— nearly bursting a blood vessel— at the sight of the coffee table. Pieces of his red hood armor sat out in the open, along with multiple handguns and knives.

Didn’t he understand the simple concert of vigilante and secret?

He tried to smooth his expression over as he approached the kitchen— where he could hear soft humming and the clank of glassware.

“Hey, Damian— everything okay?” YN asked. She lifted the glass measuring cup to the light, squinting at the lines— bringing the cup closer to her face.

Damian frowned; She needed glasses. If he pointed it out again, she would just brush him off again.

Stubborn as a mule.

“Fine.” He replied, disinterested as he pulled a barstool out. Plopping down, his eyes glued to Yn’s actions. “Your boyfriend is smoking on the fire escape.”

YN exhaled a short laugh, shaking her head at how fast Damian was to snitch on his brother to her. It had been discovered that when it came to her, the boy was always looking to start a hate campaign against Jason.

Because YN deserved way better than Jason Todd, and Damian was not shy to hold his opinion to himself.

“Better than inside.” She assured him. Damian’s brow lifted suspiciously.

“You’re letting him do it?”

YN’s movements slowed, her lips pursing. Damian saw her swallow her first thought, keeping it quiet.

Even though Jason ‘forbade’ him from doing it, Damian still looked up a background on the girl when she first came around the Manor. She and Jason had been dating for five months before her first visit.

He didn’t really care what Todd had to say— he was running a background on her.

He wasn’t sure of what exactly he had been expecting, but what he found wasn’t it.

Two restraining orders issued on a pair of brothers, several pages of wellness checks by the police (all which ended with the officers being escorted off the property with no other words being exchanged).

Her medical records were also chock full of ‘accidents’.

So Damian had a pretty clear idea of why she rarely spoke her mind. That was something he assumed Jason was working on with her.

“He’s had a rough week.” YN excused, her brow creased as she stirred her dry ingredients together.

“That is enabling behavior.”

Okay, so he was also working on it with her.

He’d never admit it. Not even in front of God Themselves.

YN exhaled a short laugh, her face warming exponentially. It was pathetic that a twelve year old had more self worth than she did— even worse that he was teaching her to be better.

“Okay. I’ll talk with him about it.” She murmured, keeping her eyes low. Damian hummed, content for now. “What’s going on, Shortstack?”

“Father enrolled me in an extracurricular.” He announced, crossing his arms and propping his elbows on the counter before him.

“What is it?”

Damian never understood why YN was such an apt listener. Even to the most boring of conversations.

He would hate to see her in a gala situation. She would be stuck for days.

Not that Todd would ever bring her to one, but should he ever, he would have to stick close by her. Nothing to do the fact that he would actually enjoy it for once. Of course not.

“Fencing.”

YN paused at the venom behind a single word; She tossed a glance over her shoulder at the young boy. His brows furrowed and a look a genuine dissatisfaction on his features. Damian habitually had a hint of that face permanently.

“Did you want to do that?”

“I am already the best in the class.” Damian droned. The words were supposed to be good words, but his voice made them seem depressing. His eyes cut over to hers— narrowed and annoyed. “We’ve had two lessons.”

“You’re bored, then?”

“Extremely.”

“Did you say any of this to him?” She asked, keeping her focus on her task. This was always the best way to obtain information from nearly all the Wayne boys. Coaxing information without direct confrontation. Anything to make them feel less vulnerable. Except Dick— he spilled secrets without a second thought. “What other choices did you have?”

“There’s… “ Damian’s voice instantly perished, his throat closing and keeping the thought locked in. His face warmed uncomfortably. He cleared his throat before trying his luck. “I was interested in taking… piano classes.”

A beat of silence fell over the kitchen.

Just the noise of YN scraping what seemed to be a pie crust out onto a pile of flour.

A small seed of anxious doubt buried itself at the apex of his heart. Worming its way through the muscle.

He put too much trust in her, he shouldn’t have spoken. It wasn’t too late to snap at her and leave the apartment. He could—

“There’s nothing wrong with piano, Damian.” YN spoke up, once she realized he was awaiting her response.

For all his eccentricities and independence, Damian was still just a boy. YN, while she never babied him, spoke to him as such. Encouraged him to delve into his own interests— something other than the League or Robin or Batman.

She was having better luck than Bruce, at least.

“I don’t know how Father will react.” He cautioned.

YN clicked her tongue softly, nodding her head. She had learned long ago that Damian had many facades for many different occasions. He was very good at pretending and acting indifferent. Especially when it came down to his father’s approval.

“Just explain your thoughts. If he has a problem with it, tell him to come see me.”

Damian hummed, the corner of his mouth tugged uncontrollably.

It was the closest YN had ever gotten to a smile.

The closest anyone had ever gotten from him.

“You cannot fight Father, YN.” He decided, shaking his head. “You will lose.”

She laughed, wiping her hands off before crossing the room. YN pulled the chair out right beside his, scooting it over to give him his space.

Then she laced her fingers together and leaned her forearms against the table.

With her attention solely on him now, Damian could feel the shift. He often felt that shift with her; Where her attention was on him and him only. It always made him feel like he was the only person in the world— like Gotham could be in flames outside at that moment, but she wanted to hear every detail about his day.

No wonder Todd had an ego the size of North America.

“Point is, sometimes two can be better than one. Make sense?”

“I suppose.” Damian agreed. YN smiled warmly.

It almost made him want to smile back. He would have, had the hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention. A soft noise in the next room ripping him out of the falsified world YN had smothered his senses in.

In the next moment, Jason’s broad shouldered form came striding through the doorway. He had stripped off his hoodie, down to his t shirt; Forearms on display, as well as the scars that laced his skin.

“Hey, babe, we’ve gotta start closing those windows. We’re getting cockroaches in here.” Jason swatted at Damian’s ear, keeping his body out of the boy’s range.

It didn’t stop him from leaping out of his chair, nearly fuming. Jason snorted: it was always so easy to rile him up. No matter how much training or discipline Damian touted about, he was still a kid with his brothers, and he would always be so easy to make angry.

“I’ll show you, cockroaches, Todd.” He growled, rocketing forward. His shoulder caught Jason’s stomach, hauling both of them backwards into the wall.

Jason grunted at the force, grappling to gain a grip on Damian’s uniform. Gripping the cape, he brought it directly over the boy’s head, holding it over his eyes.

It only infuriated him further.

Damian’s hand slipped down to where his sword hung at his hip. Yn’s eyes widened as she shot back to her feet, prepared to involve herself if the situation got sticky.

“Hey! Not inside!” She threatened, stepping forward once more. Damian shoved away from his older brother, scowling. Jason had the nerve to smirk at the obedience the boy portrayed when it came to YN. “We might not have a lot of nice stuff but we are civilized.”

“Some of us.” He cut his eyes down to the short teenager at his side.

Damian’s elbow prodded into his ribs; The older boy winced, reaching out to smack him.

“Jason.” YN warned.

“Fine.” He stepped away, a deep pout on his lips.

“I have to go anyways.” Damian broke away from the melee group, beginning his exit.

“Hate for you to miss bedtime and story time.” Jason teased, grinning at his own clever remark.

Damian didn’t flinch; He continued on his path toward the window, stopping at the doorframe to turn back around and announce:

“I will slip in under the cover of night and steal your kneecaps to make decorative bowls out of them.”

“Yeah, right.”

YN rolled her eyes and spun on her heel, going back to her original task.

Jason immediately saw his opportunity to get closer to YN and took it, without care of the four foot child-man in the room.

He curled his body around hers, arms winding around her to pull her closer. His chin propped on her shoulder— gently swaying.

Damian’s mouth tugged into a sharp frown at the blatant show of affection.

“Gross.”

“My apartment, dumbass.” Jason snarked.

“Goodnight, YN.” Damian sighed; His lip curled as his eyes raked over the overly large man, clinging to her body. “Todd.”

“Gremlin.”

He didn’t reply further, simply turning on his heel and slipping off into the apartment. Jason listened for his feet on the grating of the fire escape, the tell tale whizzing noise of a grappling hook, a cape whipping through the air.

Once he was sure Damian was gone, his attention returned to where it was always meant to be.

He exhaled sharply, a small shake of his head— the best he could do, seeing as he’d melded their bodies together.

“God, that kid is weird.” Jason’s words were muffled by her skin, as he pressed his mouth against her shoulder.

“He’s a kid— he’s supposed to be weird.” YN’s lips curled in the corners, amused at his tone.

She could have told him that he shouldn’t have spoken against his youngest brother’s eccentricity. She could have told him that she recalled stories a certain butler had divulged to her over tea one afternoon.

It would’ve done no good— not at this proximity. Jason would just press himself closer and drown her teasing out with slow kisses until she forgot what she was saying.

It happened more often than not.

“Not like that he’s not.” He grumbled. YN rolled her eyes, continuing her task of chopping strawberries. Jason’s hand snuck off her waist and to the pile to snag two of the fruit pieces. “What are you making?”

“I went by the farmers market and found these,” Yn lifted a small green basket of ripe strawberries, bringing them to his face and shoving his nose into them. “Don’t they smell good?”

“Yes, Christ.” He hissed, his head jerking back. YN laughed at his faux annoyance, biting down on her bottom lip. Jason pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek and backed away, leaving a swat to her backside. “Didn’t answer my question. Did you get any more of those fruit tart things?”

He opened the fridge door, perusing the items in search.

“Yes I did— top shelf.” Jason snagged two from the box, using his elbow to close the door. “And I’m making strawberry pies. One for us and one for Wayne Manor.”

“Ugh. Why do you insist on being nice to those assholes?” He whined, nearly melting against the appliance.

“They’re your family, Jason.”

He frowned.

While over the past few years, Jason’s connections had become significantly less strained with his family, he still didn’t completely feel that he fit in with them.

He had missed so much— too much. The bitterness and hatred had swept him away. Sometimes he still felt that wave crash into him as he sat with them, watched as they fit so well together.

It was why, when he found YN, he didn’t share any information. Barely visited them.

He wanted a home again.

He wanted her to be home. Specific and special for him.

Jason was always selfish with her.

“You’re my family,” He argued. Dropping his dessert into a napkin, Jason approached his girlfriend. His hands resting low on her hips, his head peeking around to her face. “They are the estranged wealthy vigilante group on the side.”

“They are not, hard ass.” She scoffed; She shifted in his hold where they were face to face. “It’s at least for Alfred on your behalf, then. Better?”

Jason grunted, pursing his lips.

YN leaned in to press a quick kiss to his mouth, an attempt to sate him.

Jason caught her three more times, each kiss longer than the last.

She broke away, both hands coming to his chest. Jason stared down at her, mostly her lips. Anxious to kiss her again.

“Speaking of your family, Steph and Cass wanted to come over sometime next week. Girls night.” YN explained.

Jason’s head fell back, a loud groan slipping from his chest. The noise vibrated from his body into her own, as he hugged her closer.

“I’ve gotta get more cigarettes.” He whispered to the ceiling, causing her elbow to jut out into his belly gently. “They’re gonna have you all night, I won’t see you at all. Steph talks way too loud and Cass just hits me in the dick as a greeting.”

YN bit down on her lip to suppress her grin. She had definitely not been present when his siblings decided that it would be a good idea for Cass to start doing that to Jason. And she certainly didn’t laugh every time Cass did it, either.

And since Cass was pretty much terrifying, he didn’t say anything about it.

“Fine— go stay at the manor that night. You won’t have to watch the movie with us, or eat the pizza we order.” YN shrugged, untangling herself from him.

Damn her: she knew he was a sucker for a movie night.

“What movie?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest, trying to appear nonchalant. YN only wiped her hands on a kitchen rag.

She got close to his face, close enough he could feel her breath against his skin.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She murmured, tweaking his nose. Backing away quickly, she winked before spinning on her heel and disappearing down the hallway.

Jason scrambled after her, calling out: “What movie?”

#jason todd x f!reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd fic

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just saw the post saying you're writing for jason todd now so maybe we could get reader asking if he's willing to be pegged? idk i just feel like he would be down to try it at least once.

ooh yeah definitely :) and sorry if this was too short thank you for requesting nonnie <3

jason is the most unexpected person to agree to get pegged and when he does get, lord there's a whimper coming out of him every time you slow down

his moans are more like guttural groans, his face gets all pink and eyes barely open

he looks so cute like that and would beg you to go faster even if you can't

his cock would be so sensitive when you're pegging him, even if you just gently brush against it, it becomes hard asf

when you're edging him he'd try to get himself off by rubbing his cock off something else, it can be the bedsheets, or you :)

he's like gotta be the cutest sub ever though, when he really wants to come he's says "b-baby please let me come" followed by a soft moan

and he's gonna keep begging you pegging him until he passes out, legit

this man loves the thought of you controlling him <3

#kurt's fics #jason todd smut #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x f!reader #sub!jason todd #sub!jason todd x reader smut #sub!jason todd x reader #jason todd fluff #jason todd x you #jason todd imagine #jason todd x y/n #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x fem!reader #<3

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moonlitdesertdreams · 2 years

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Slumber Party?

A/N: This has no point. None at all besides cuddles and fluff :) Featuring a teensy bit of Bruce POV at the end.

Tags: Jason Todd x f!reader, Jason Todd x you, Jason Todd x Reader, Jason Todd, Red Hood, Bruce Wayne, Batman, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Batfam, Batfamily, DC Imagines, Red Hood x f!reader, Red Hood x you, Red Hood x Reader, The Joker, Death in the Family, Lazarus Pits, Nightwing, Robin, Damian Wayne, Richard Grayson, Dick Grayson, Batfamily fluff

WARNINGS: mentions of grief/loss/depression

Summary: There's no better cure to a hard day than cuddles and ramen noodles.

Word count: 2.6k+

Grief is a funny thing.

Sometimes you feel it acutely, perhaps from the initial loss of someone close to you or ending a relationship. Other times it’s a chronic ache, visiting now and then to remind you of someone or something and drag your day to a halt.

Today, you were feeling the latter.

It’s been over four years since your brother died, and the pain is manageable now. In the beginning it was like losing a piece of yourself- it was losing a piece of yourself. Now, you think about him every day and even laugh at something which reminds you of him when your family gets together. It isn’t painful anymore, and you’ve accepted what’s happened and the fact that no one can change it. Overall, your heart did what hearts do. They heal around the hole left in them, and you push on to the next day.

You hadn’t had a bad day in a long while, and suppose you were due for one. The young brother and sister playing tag down the street were overflowing with youthful innocence, their excited shouts bouncing off concrete sidewalks and ancient brick buildings. When you realized the boy shared a name with your brother though, the pain crept back into the corners of your psyche. It wallowed there before swelling and penetrating the fenced-in part of your heart, tugging at the exposed heartstrings.

Hence, your current position. You shuffle down the grocery store aisle, one Airpod shoved into your ears and hood up while some celebrity podcast rambles to fill the void. A sniffle escapes without proper permission, and you hastily wipe your face with your sleeve. Tears prick at your eyes, and you blink rapidly while tossing a whole case of instant ramen into the cart. If there was anything you wanted to do, it was to sit on the couch with your electric blanket and eat shitty ramen while crying your eyes out.

Of course, nothing could be that easy.

Footsteps approach from behind, and you tense automatically. They’re short strides, and you discern it’s a young person fairly easily. Slowly, you lift the hood from your head and turn, furrowing your brow at the pint-sized person.

“Damian? What are you doing here?”

The youngest Wayne raises one aristocratic brow, wrinkling the smooth olive skin on his forehead. “Shopping, obviously.”

He launches himself up effortlessly, landing inside of your shopping cart. Of fucking course he does, because the big carts you hate pushing were the only ones left, and -oh yeah- he was Batman’s offspring.

“Seriously?” You groan and drop your head to the handle. “Dami, I’m really-”

“Sad? Upset? In need of comfort?”

This time you turn the whole cart around- Damian included- to face the second member of your pity party. Dick Grayson leans casually against the shelves, dressed in dark jeans and a blue sweatshirt, black hair tousled perfectly as per usual.

“God, you too? Can’t even shop without being bothered by your cult.” You bite out, snatching a package of tortillas from the shelf near Dick’s arm.

It was a bit more hostile than you intend, but you’re not in the mood for a Wayne Family intervention at the moment. You’ve had enough since Jason had come back from the dead.

“Hey, we really were just shopping and saw a familiar face. You looked sad, so Damian wanted to check on you.” Dick pushes away from the shelf.

And if that wasn’t the biggest load of shit you’d ever heard.

“Really? You two? Shopping?”

“Alfred is visiting family out of the country.”

You narrow your eyes. “And they entrusted shopping to the two members of the family least likely to step foot in the kitchen?”

“Tt. Nonsense. They entrusted shopping to me, since I am the only one capable of making and fulfilling a list.” Damian glances at his adopted brother. “Grayson is only here because I required a driver.”

“Uh-huh… Well, it’s always nice to see you guys, but I gotta go.” You haul Damian out of the cart by his armpits, eliciting a squawk of protest that almost breaks your eardrum. “Things to do.”

“Like crying by yourself at the store?” Dick presses.

You begin to push the cart away. “Goodbye Dick. Goodbye, Damian.”

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Back at your apartment, the TV blares a depressing Netflix documentary while you put your ramen in a bowl. While the depression you’d felt at first had ebbed away, being alone was not exactly helping the issue. Now it seems that each TV show or movie you attempt has something to remind you of the pain.

Ramen was the only comforting thing you sought.

While you were praying that Jason would be over soon, you refuse to admit it. Any text to him would cause worry, and the last thing you want is Jason to be in a hurry while doing his nightly business. With your luck, he would channel it into an explosive to take down a city block full of mob members and cause an all-out war. Maybe behead some druglords. Or torture a up-and coming criminal mastermind.

Or something else extreme. You’re not 100% accurate when it comes to predicting Jason’s pit-influenced creative thinking.

You continue on your journey back to the couch, and stoop to plug in your electric blanket. Tinny television speakers ramble on about the mistreatment of killer whales in captivity while you tuck yourself into the couch.

“Seclusion isn’t the ideal treatment for grief, you know.”

You leap up from the couch to face the fire escape window. Darkness is settling over Gotham, but you can see the faint glow of two lenses outside the open window. Damian nudges it open enough to crawl in, changing from a clumsy tumble into a graceful flip faster than you can blink.

“You’re breaking into my apartment now?” You don’t deign to give him a reaction, simply plopping down on the couch. As much as you hate to admit it, the adopted Wayne boys were something of brothers to you. Pushing them away at the store was nothing more than to protect yourself from embarrassment, but you can’t run away now.

“It wasn’t breaking in.” Damian said as he moves to sit beside you on the couch. “Your fire escape is always open.”

You grunt in answer and decide to slurp on ramen instead. Damian flicks his cape boredly and focuses on the TV.

“Are you watching a film about orcas?”

It’s kind of sweet, Damian sitting with you in an attempt to soothe the pain you were feeling. He might be Bruce Wayne’s son, but there’s a flicker of something more in the young man.

“Documentary.” You mumble around a mouthful of noodles. “Think ‘s called Blackfish.”

“Perfect.” Damian declares. “I enjoy educational programs. I will watch it with you.”

Your heart flickers at the statement. So young, yet striving to be the most intelligent creature he can. But if there was one thing you know, it’s that where there’s a Robin, there’s a Batman not far behind.

“Where’s your father?”

Damian huffs and falls back into the couch cushions. “Meeting with Gordon.”

You nod. “I’m sure he’s not thrilled about where you’re at.”

It wasn’t that you and Bruce didn’t like each other. Moreso the fact that he disapproved of Jason’s actions, and you were aligned with Jason. Therefore, you got the same end of the stick as the Red Hood: the shitty side.

“Tt. His petty disagreements with Todd are none of my concern.” He answers haughtily, “Besides, he has no direct quarrel with you. Nor would he, since I am helping you.”

You look away from the whales. “Are you?”

As usual, the sarcasm soars over Damian’s head. “Of course. You’re having a day of mourning, and as I said: it’s unhealthy to be alone.”

You ignore the pang of sadness and smile at him. “You know, Damian, you’re my favorite of the Wayne wards.”

He scoffs in the most menacing way an eleven-year old can. “We both know that’s a lie.”

After a good ruffling of his ornery black locks, you lean back into your side of the couch and collect your rapidly cooling bowl to finish it.

The documentary continues on, and you zone out. Tapping away at Twitter and Instagram draws your attention, and by the time the apartment door opens, you’re dozing off. Your phone has slipped from your grip and the afghan blanket has been tugged across the couch. A warm weight leans into your side, and you decide moving isn’t an option for the foreseeable future.

Somewhere in your subconscious, you recognize the sound of the shower turning on and off. A faint haze of humidity wafts across the apartment, followed by a gentle brush of fingers over your hair.

Eyelashes flutter against your cheeks at the touch, and you observe Jason hovering above you. His hair is shiny and dripping, black tangles with white as it hangs over his eyes. A black t-shirt clings to his damp chest, and sweatpants adorn his lower half.

“Hey, you.” You yawn, leaning your cheek into the kiss Jason lays there.

Awareness bleeds into you, bringing the sensation of another smaller body near you to the forefront of your mind. Much to your surprise Damian is asleep, body slumped against your shoulder and domino mask discarded on the coffee table. You recall his dedication to keep you company earlier in the night, and smile softly.

“Big Bird is on his way to pick up Demon.” Jason opens his mouth to continue, but stops to stare at the window. “Fuckin’ birds. He’s here already.”

Sure enough, the same window Damian crawled through is now occluded by the lithe shape of Nightwing. One dramatic somersault later, he manages to land himself on the couch between you and Damian. The youngest Wayne opens his eyes with a scowl but lets Nightwing toss an arm around his shoulders.

“Hello again.” He chirps, then looks to Jason. “Jaybird.”

“Dickwing. You’re on my couch.” He grits in response.

Dick smiles innocently at his foster brother, leaning a head of wild black locks onto your shoulder. His arms wrap around you in a loose hug. “Not your couch. I am cuddling your girl though.”

The sheer stupidity of their rivalry draws a giggle from your throat. You reach a hand up to Jason’s waist, tugging at his belt loops.

“It’s alright, babe. I love you more than him.” You reassure, “Especially since you don’t stalk me at the grocery store.”

Jason stiffens, even with your playful tone. “You keeping tabs on us now, Wing?”

Dick pulls off his domino to roll his eyes at Jason. “Couldn’t be bothered. Dami and I had to do the shopping ‘cause Alfred’s on vacation. She was the one across town and crying in the cereal aisle.”

You drop your head against the top of Dick’s with a heavy sigh.

Teal eyes bore into you, suddenly filled with concern. “What happened, Bug?”

Swallowing the trepidation the claws into your throat, you look up at Jason.

“I was just having a bad morning. Saw some kids that reminded me of my brother.” You grasp Jason’s hand, rubbing gentle circles onto it. “Damian stopped by tonight so I had company.”

“And now, I’m here! It’s like a family get-together.” Dick hums with excessive enthusiasm. “You should join the party, Jay.”

While Dick Grayson was annoying at his worst, he was a sweetheart at his best. All of the Wayne wards were, in their own way. Him being an advocate for Jason through the toughest times had brought the three of you close- no matter how much Jason would deny it.

“For once, I agree with Dick. You really should join.” You wiggle free from Dick’s hold, reaching your arms up to tug at Jason’s. “If you dont, I’ll be forced to cuddle Damian instead. Or Dick, if I’m desperate.”

Sleepily, Damian pipes up. “I shall not be used as someone’s teddy bear.”

This prompts Dick to let you go and instead rotate to gather Damian in his arms. “Too late baby bird. You’re the best teddy bear.”

“Unhand me at once, Grayson!”

Much to your delight, while the other two argue, Jason relents. And that is how the four of you end up nestled into your old couch, Jason against the armrest pouting. You’re cuddled into his right side with an arm tossed around your shoulders, while Dick sits with his back on the opposite armrest and feet tossed across your lap. You choose a random documentary and press play, letting it drone on over the relentless bickering.

“Touch me with your feet, Dickwing and I’ll break ‘em.”

“Relax, Jaybird. I washed them last week.”

“Yeah? Well I washed my machete when I got home tonight.”

“I oiled my sword the night before last.”

“Remind me why the fuck Bruce has a stick in his ass about a gun but he lets you carry that?”

It’s soothing, you realize, tucked in between three of Gotham’s heroes- or two vigilantes and a crime lord, as it were. Their bickering chases away the bits of grief that still litter your mind, and you relax a little more into Jason’s warm body as the minutes tick by.

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Bruce Wayne hasn’t spoken to Bug in over a year.

Not since the day after Jason tried to force him into killing the Joker. Since Bruce threw a batarang at his second son’s throat and the building exploded.

And, in that case, he might have deserved the tongue-lashing. He’d pledged to let Jason and her be- to let them live and enjoy each other as long as the Red Hood stayed in his territory. Bruce had followed that pledge to a tee too, until this morning.

Damian and Dick were nowhere to be found after patrols, and though it wasn’t unusual for them to do their own thing- brotherly bonding, Dick had called it- but it was unusual for them not to check in. Tim was sick tonight, leaving Bruce with an odd sense of melancholy as he traversed the streets. Thus, when four-thirty rolled around, Bruce found himself hopping rooftops to Bug’s apartment.

The fire escape is rickety, stained with red splotches that Bruce doesn’t want to believe are dried blood. It rattles against the building as he turns to the window and kneels to peer through the glass.

Oh.

His heart does a strange sort of leap as he sees two- three- of his boys curled up on the couch. Both outer seats have the footrests extended, and pillows littered the floor. Jason is stretched out on the far side, closest to the door. One hand is tucked behind his head, and the other is wrapped around Bug’s waist where she’s tucked into his side, legs twined with his on the recliner. Dick, unsurprisingly, takes up the most space, head pillowed far opposite from Jason and legs tossed over Bug’s lap. To top it off, Damian has managed to pile himself in the middle, arms wrapped around one of Bug’s and body pressed between Dick’s legs and the back of the couch.

There are three domino masks and a broken red hood mask on the coffee table, though any identifiable costumes are covered by the blankets. Bruce winces at the amount of guns he sees discarded on the kitchen island and the crowbar propped near Jason’s end of the couch.

He gnaws on the idea of sliding the window open, drumming his gloves gently on the glass. Eventually Bruce straightens, taking a deep breath and turning towards the east where dawn is just beginning to break over the ocean. His kids are safe, Gotham is quiet.

And Bruce can deal with that. So he lets his kids sleep a little longer.

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hello baby I love your theme !! i saw you were doing jason todd x readers so i’m gonna shoot my shot OFC NO PRESSURE

so we all know bruce is rich so jason must be as well but WHAT IF reader also came from a rich powerful family of Gotham, I think they would maybe meet through a gala or something and Dick would joke to Jason about how he is drooling at the sight of reader IDK BABES IT’S UP TO YOU, i hope it inspires you <3

City of Stars — Jason Todd x F!Reader

↷ summary — what happens if one of the bat sons meet the striking heiress of another powerful family? ˎˊ˗

↷ pairing — jason todd x f!reader ˎˊ˗

↷ genre — romance, fluff, slight comedy and eventual angst ˎˊ˗

↷ warning/s — a few curse words here and there ˎˊ˗

↷ a/n — hey!! tysm for this prompt oml its the cutest, and ik its a bit of a cliché but reader is an heiress to stark industries here 😭 i figured it would be interesting since, contrary to popular belief, tony and bruce wouldn't get along so it offers the question what would happen if their children got together (tea 👀🍵) this isn't based on anything btw! so there might be some ooc instances. OH AND I'll probably make a part 2 of this soon if i get motivationekehwjd soooo i hope you enjoy reading! ˎˊ˗

— wayne manor, present day

bruce fixed yet another gala for the year, inviting multiple billionare ceos and business owners to the humble party. gotham city strived under the great care of his trusted partners even when crime and corruption still runs in the city. the bat took care of that of course, with the help of his sons and daughters who also attended the event in simple dresses and suits and ties tailored to their liking.

the gala had been going on for a few hours or so which eventually became boring enough for jason to take a few shots and drinks by the bar as he scanned the crowd with people in bejeweled clothes and shimmering jewelry that blinded him as the chandelier shined on them. "is all that really neccessary.." he mumbled to himself, taking a sip of his 3rd drink of the night. "yes it is, would you rather people come into sweats like you would?" dick suddenly chimed in as he walked up towards jason and leaned against the counter of the bar, asking for a drink of his choice.

"It wouldn't hurt to try next year" jason said with a stern look on his face, occassionally shooting up a short smile to people walking by. "if bruce allows it, i doubt he would. the man practically lives in a suit and tie" dick replied, "well, tough shit grayson. you might be forgetting being the rebel is sort of my thing" jason shot back with a smirk. "ah, my bad" grayson said with a chuckle as he sipped on champagne. "so, anyone caught your eye yet?" "If you mean spoiled little kids running around with chocolate smeared on their faces then yeah" jason sighed while dick suppressed a laugh. "c'mon man, there's at least gotta be someone" "dick, i didn't come here to look for 'someone' nor do i ever plan to"

and right when jason uttered those words with no remorse, he immediately swallowed them right back when he caught a glimpse of you in the crowd. the dark yellow dress you wore complimenting the red of his suit, its like a match made in gotham, as one would say. the man had to double take in your way when you slowly walked through the room with your father, tony stark. the man behind stark industries, one of the richest companies based in new york. jason knew they recently opened a branch within the city to make way for new advanced technology and scientific engineering. that was probably the reason why you're here from jason's assumption.

"i'd say otherwise" dick snuck up beside jason and whispered to taunt him, his eyes following the lady that caught his brother's attention. "..what?" the other finally said, snapping out of it. "you should go up to her instead of drooling over here, you look like a total loser dude" dick patted his shoulder which annoyed jason. "cut it out dick, i'm not going up to her" "why not?" "i have other things to tend to" "like?" "...shut up" "jason, this is your only shot. are you gonna waste it on brooding the whole night?" "i'm NOT taking any of your dating advice" "i didn't say you have to date her dipshit, what could a friendly conversation lead to?" "a can of worms, go figure" jason then started walking away from dick as soon as he sets the glass down on the counter.

"jay c'mon," dick caught up to him which released a frustrated groan from jason. "she seems like a nice woman" "you're really living up to your name right now, stop it" jason said through gritted teeth.

in other people's point of view, it looks like two grown men are silently arguing in the corner of the big hall which then caught your attention soon after. you wanted to get to know bruce's children after he warmly welcomed you and your family to gotham before they got down to talking business, it obviously lost your interest so you quietly excused yourself from the conversation to wander the mansion.

you stumbled upon one of his daughters and had a nice conversation, they didn't seem intimidating as they said they'd be— not until you went up to his sons. you mentally prepared yourself as you slowly walked over to the duo, straightening the slight wrinkles on your dress and patting down your necklace.

"uhm, hello there. i hope i'm not interrupting" you called out to them which caught their attention. dick and jason quickly arranged themselves to look presentable, even if they were just arguing seconds ago. "hey" jason said as he cleared his throat, to which you replied with a smile. "its a wonderful party, i see mr. wayne has good taste" you tried to sound polite as possible...was it even worth trying?

"yeah, definitely" dick nodded his head. "i'm richard by the way, richard grayson. but you can call me dick" "oh uhm, pardon?" "it's unusual, i know. but trust me its fine" you couldn't help but slightly giggle at his statement, he was quite the charm. jason, on the other hand, couldn't stand seeing the two of you almost get along. he had to do something if he wanted to win you over.

you then looked over to him in anticipation, "jason" he says. "jason todd" he added. "it's nice meeting you, i've heard..interesting things about you" you said as you reached out your hand for a shake as he returned the gesture. "mhm, that's..great i guess" he nodded. "well uhm, i just wanted to come over and say hi. if our dads are gonna work together i should probably get to know his children too as a courtesy" you said with a smile, talking to bruce's oldest sons was quite nerve wrecking to say the least. they were tall, fit, sharp and certainly attractive, they're also intelligent one might add.

"huh" jason blurted out. "i didn't know bruce and mr. stark had to work together" he said. "oh, mr. wayne didn't mention anything?" "he never does" he replied. "hmm, that's a bit odd.." "trust me, everything's odd when you're around him" you couldn't help but chuckle which took jason back a bit, seeing you find his 'joke' funny enough. it was...adorable.

"i'll take your word for it, jason" hearing you say his name was like hearing angels sing to him. he didn't even realize he was developing a crush on someone he just met at a random gala, that never happened before. it must be something about you that attracted jason a lot.

"oh and, do you know where to get some fresh air? all this business talk has been making me ill for the past hour" you asked, a bit embarrassed to say it in front of them. but they seem to get your pain. "I'll let my brother show you, he knows this place a lot more than i do" "wh— you literally live here" jason whispered loudly. "i'll see you around ms. stark, i look forward to working with you soon" and just like that, dick had left you and jason alone.

your eyes followed dick as he walked back into the crowd until he was no longer seen, your gaze returning back to jason who was just staring at you unconsciously. at some point, you found yourself admiring his features for a moment. his eyes that shined against the light, his ruffled hair that sat prettily on his forehead, and his prominent jawline. 'he's cute...i guess' you thought to yourself, not until he cleared his throat when the silence got too loud.

"sooo, shall i show you around or are you gonna keep staring at me?" he said which made you lift a brow. "staring at yo— weren't you the one staring at me first?" you argued, making jason laugh at your protest. "relax, i was kidding" he added, flicking his head towards the staircase for you to follow him. "y'know, for a sec i thought you were a royal of some sort" jason started as the both of you went up. "how so?" you asked. "i don't know, you look all elegant and..the way you speak" you chuckled at his remark. "should i be flattered or is that a bad thing?" "not at all" jason said, a short smile forming. "well, that's what my mother taught me. she didn't want me to be a 'smartmouth' like my dad. he's probably annoying mr. wayne by now because of it" "bruce has already been around smartmouths enough," he turned towards you, "exhibit a" then gestures to himself.

you couldn't help but chuckle at jason. "is that so?" you asked with an exaggerated tone. "i didn't take you for a smartmouth if i'm being honest, more quite the opposite really" "well you might've if we met under different circumstances" "maybe, maybe not" you looked up to him with a mischievous glint in your eyes, a slight smirk forming on his face.

as the two of you walk through the empty halls of the mansion, you both reach the huge balcony where the doors are wide open. the cold breeze seeping through the curtains which sent shivers down your spine. you tried to fight the chills around your skin, but it was evident to jason you were clearly freezing. he unbuttoned his blazer and wrapped it around your shoulders, giving them a quick squeeze when you thanked him. "ahh, this is nice" you exhaled, relief washing over you when the distinct conversations are finally blocked. you stared into the dimmed city lights of gotham, poorly glistening from where you stood.

"it kinda is" jason added, his hands now both in his pockets as he admired the view...and you.

the longer you stared, the longer a thought began lingering. you cracked your head to the side to look at jason standing behind you, ushering him to come forward. "so uh, how long have you been here?" you started. "since birth, i'm pretty much stuck here" jason answered as he leaned against the railings. "but either way, gotham is my home afterall. i don't think i'll ever have the chance to leave this behind, even if i wanted to" there was a bit of sentiment behind his words, but you understood him. you were also pretty much stuck in one place before your father finally agreed to take you elsewhere, to finally let you handle things your own way when you came of age.

he was always protective over you which partially hindered you from living up to your true potential, but now that he's giving you a part of his legacy you have the chance to prove yourself.

"how was it like? y'know, growing up in a city like this" you followed up. "nothing to sugarcoat i'll tell you that, but uh...that's probably a story for another day" jason says, a quick glance to your direction. "another day?" "yeah another day" he said, studying your reaction. his eyes gleamed with hope, hoping that you'd understand where he's getting at. "are– are you saying—" "yes, ms. stark. i, jason todd, am hoping to see you another day"

your cheeks flushed pink, the heartfelt conversation suddenly turning into whatever this was. it was a pleasant surprise. "i— well, i don't see why i'd say no to that offer" you said with the brightest smile on your face. jason contained a smile however, letting his head fall down between his arms while he sighed in relief. that could've gone the wrong way. he tapped against the stone railing and brought his head back up, his cheeks also dusted pink. "a'ight so, when can i see you then?" he raised a brow.

"i'm in the city for the next few weeks, come visit at the flat two blocks away from the stark industries site. i'm at the third floor, second door to your right" jason took note of that mentally, making sure he got every detail down. "right," he nodded. "uhhh, how do they say this— so it's..a date?"

"it's a date, mr. todd"

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Jason Todd x Reader

"Always an angel, never a God"

For Jason's whole life, he felt inferior, second, less worthy to Dick Grayson. Dick was charming, kind, and sensitive. It can't be denied that Jason could never be who Dick Grayson is.

That's why when he met you, and when he was absolutely smitten for you, he didn’t mention anything about his family. Especially Dick Grayson. He knew once you met his older brother, you'd drop him in a heartbeat and leave him for Dick.

Sure, you knew that he was the son of Bruce Wayne. But when you mentioned his family, he was quick to drop the subject, and you knew that it was a sensitive topic for him. So you never brought it up again.

You knew he had a falling with Bruce, but you were unaware he had some sort of disliking towards his older brother.

Dick had everything that Jason wanted. Strength, skill, and Bruce's respect. Dick can't have you now. You're the one thing that Jason refuses to let go. He can understand why Dick can have everything he wants. He even understands why you would leave him for Dick. But he wasn't going to let you. He can't.

He just loves you too much.

"Something on your mind, love?" You call out, coming into your shared apartment after a long day of work in your café that you owned.

You walked over behind Jason, who sat comfortably on the couch.

He quickly shook his head, forcing a tight smile on his lips. "Nothin', babe. Just waitung for you to cone home," He replies, reaching his arm up to wrap around your neck, making you lean down, placing a feather light kiss on his cheek, pecks trailing down to his neck.

He leans into your touch, closing his eyes for a quick second just to bask in the affection.

"Oh, by the way," you chime, standing straight again, walking to the attached kitchen behind the couch, talking louder for Jason to hear. "I met someone at the cafe today."

"Mhm? Who was it?" He asked, his attention going back to his novel that he was reading before you came home.

"Your brother, Dick! He's quite the charmer. How come you've never mentioned him?"

Suddenly, Jason forgets what page he's on. Which chapter, which paragraph, which line. All he heard coming out from your mouth was, "He's quite the charmer. He's so good looking. Is he single?"

"Jay?" You tried calling out to him.

He didn't realise he didn't reply to your question. "I... We don't talk much, I guess."

Your brows raise. "Really? Because when I mentiomed you, he couldn't stop talking about you-"

"Whatever- doesn't matter. Just.. Just don't talk to him again if you see him," he quickly says, his insecurities eating away at him.

Your face scrunches up in confusion. You never knew much about Jason's family except for Bruce, Alfred, and Dick. And before you officially met him today, you discovered that Jason had 2 more brothers.

"What? Why? He seems really nice."

Another praise for Dick Grayson. The thought of you leaving him was gnawing at his brain, giving him a sharp headache.

"I said it doesn't matter, just don't," he tries to stay calm, trying to read his novel again.

His stubbirn persistence starts to get on your nerves and makes you think. You understood why Jason didn't want to talk about Bruce. But know he doesn't want to talk about or want you to talk to his brother?

And he isn't even giving you a straight reason for it.

You quietly made your way to the bedroom, stripping away your work uniform and replacing it with sweatpants and Jason's hoodie.

The questions never left your head.

You then realised that when you recognised Dick from multiple news articles, you introduced yourself as Jason's partner, and Dick was... surprised. And he told you that Jason had never mentioned being in a relationship before.

Did... did Jason just not want his family to know about you? Was he embarrassed of you?

You didn't realise you started crying. You couldn't bear the thought of Jason leaving you, let alone be embarrassed of you.

"Babe, I'm sorry, I just-" Jason walked into the bedroom but froze when he saw the person he loved most, sitting on the bed, slouching and with tears rolling down. He quickly ran over to you, kneeling down, trying to hold your fave to wipe away your tears.

His heart shattered when you pushed his hands away and turned your head away from him. "Sweetheart, please, I- I didn't mean to be mean to you, I just-"

You shook your head. "No, Jason, if you want to just end it, just say it now," you weakly say, jumping to conclusion.

Jason felt like he just got shot. But this hurt him so much more than a bullet wound. "En- End it?..."

"Yeah, I already know," you whimper, continuing to avoid his gaze.

You know?? You know about his jealousy? You know about Red Hood? What is it??

"What?" He tried to understand what you meant.

"Stop it! Stop acting like I'm stupid, I know that you haven't even mentioned my existence to your family- not even your own brother! I didn't even know you had more than one! You know, if you were THAT embarrassed of me, you could've just said so, and we could've gone our separate ways ages ago!" You sniffled, finishing off your rant, too tired to give out any further.

Jason only stared at your broken state. This was all his fault. Now you really wanted to leave him, and it was HIS fault, not Dick's.

"Baby. Can you look at me. Please?" He asked in a hush, desperate whisper.

You aggressively shook your head, knowing if you look at him, you'd break down even more.

Still knelt down, Jason takes both your hands in his and leans his forhead on your knees.

"Fine. You don't have to look at me, but please listen. I am not embarrassed of you. I could never be. You are the light of my life- Your existence alone has made my life so much better, so much brighter. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you." His grip slightly tightens around your hands. A spark of hope jolts in him when he hears a barely audible giggle coming from you.

You'd recognise that quote from anywhere. You remember it so clearly when Jason read it out to you while he was reading Pride and Prejudice to you.

By the number of times Jason has read that book, he memorised the quote by heart. And when reading the book to you for the first time, when he read out the quote, his eyes were only looking towards you, while you were following along the words.

That moment was the exact time he realised how in love he was with you. He'd memorise love quotes for you. He'd make his own love quotes for you. He'd make a whole book full of love quotes dedicated to you.

You finally turned your head to meet his pleading, glassy eyes. He reached his hands up once more to wipe away any remaining tears, and this time, you let him do it.

"Y/n.." He begins to speak again. "I didn't tell you not to speak with Dick because I was embarrassed of you," he explains.

"Then why-"

He takes in a deep breath. "I always thought Dick was so much better than me. Even if you try to deny it, it's a fact. He is. I never spoke about him, never mentioned you to him because... I thought the moment you knew or saw him, you'd leave me for him," he admits, and it was now his turn to avoid your eyes.

"You're so mean, Jay," you quietly spoke up, in which his head lifts up to look at you. "You're so mean for think I would ever think of leaving the best thing that happened in my life. We are all fools in love," you say, gently holding Jason's face in your hands.

Jason's smile is genuine and bright, knowing how you aw well quote from one of his favourite novels.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, leaning into your touch as you place a kiss to his forhead.

"It's okay, my love," you repond.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

Jason didn't tell you about Red Hood. Not just yet. He will, though. Soon. But right now, he just wants to endure this moment, letting his insecurities go, and leaving behind his doubts and worries of you leaving him.

It can't be denied that Jason could never be who Dick Grayson is. Dick had everything that Jason wanted. Except for one thing.

You.

Dick Grayson could never have you. Your heart and love are devoted to Jason Todd. And Jason can finally live his life with you without thinking otherwise.

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murciafire · 7 months

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Fallen Angels

Pairing: Jason Todd x f! reader

Summary: You had never expected to see him again, not when life had pulled you both apart. But there he was, and there were you—the past and the future all at once.

Warnings: sexual assault; abuse.

Notes: Part 1 of We’ll Never Be Those Kids Again

Words: ~2.4K

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Jason felt it then, the pull.

He hadn’t felt it in years, and he hadn’t expected to feel it here, of all places, where the smoke of cigars suffocated the room, the music thrummed his body to life, and where adrenaline met danger in a shattering burst of guilty pleasure—the Iceberg Lounge. He, of course, wasn’t here for the front that the club was, but rather for the bartering of illegal information of Gotham City’s underworld. He was there for a mission, one he thought he wouldn’t stray from—knew he wouldn’t deviate from, as he was looking for a corrupted cop that had information on human trafficking. Easy in, easy out—maybe a few bloody knuckles, but those barely counted as anything (except maybe as extra points in his satisfaction meter at seeing another sick bastard go down), but then again, nothing was ever easy when emotions—fickle, terrible, distracting things—got involved.

He lifted his eyes from the drink he cradled in his hand and sought the room, his eyes taking in every detail of the club, scanning meaningless faces until he found the one that he was looking for.

You.

He hadn’t seen you since you were kids, when nothing else mattered except how the both of you were going to survive, but more importantly, when nothing mattered more than each other. Jason certainly hadn’t forgotten his life in Crime Alley, not when it was so etched into his mind and engraved into his soul that made his being, and perhaps, he thought, the same could be said about you. He had never forgotten you, not when you were so prominent in his mind—in his heart too, if you knew where to look under the layers of grief and torment, because there, in the hollowed space of his heart he had carved out and protected, there had always been a place for that girl that made him feel loved. And he carried that with him everywhere he went.

But it wasn’t just life in the Crime Alley, it was life before and after Bruce too. When he was Robin, and he was looking for ways to get you out. When he was Red Hood, and the only thing that kept him truly alive was you. You had been there for all his life, the good, the bad, the downright ugliness of it. Even if you weren’t there physically, he always felt like you were—carrying a piece of you in his heart that he would never let go of.

And it was odd, so extremely unnerving for him to see you, because you hadn’t changed but at the same time, you had. Your eyes, he couldn’t ever forget them, not when he had stared so unabashedly into them when he was younger, because to him, your eyes had pulled him into the earth and grounded him so steadily he felt like he could change the world—even for a second. Where he felt like he could make the world a better place for you and him.

But it was a wish he had made on a star that was dead and it had never come true, and he had never felt that be more utterly true than when he saw you in your provocative little dress, flirting with men who didn’t give two shits about you. You had always been beautiful to him—an angel, a saving grace. But now you looked like a sin he would commit for the rest of his life—and every atom in him pulled him towards you. Fuck, were you made for him.

Jason clenched his jaw, watching you as you made your rounds with a tray of drinks, letting the men graze their wandering hands on you as if you were only there for their pleasure; a body without a soul—but what had made it more sickening was that you let them. He felt his blood boil as you made your way around the Iceberg Lounge, flirting with every god damn man you walked past. Millions of questions ran through his mind, and his thoughts raced as he wondered where the hell he should even start with you.

He got up from where he sat at the bar and weaved through the bodies, feeling the pull become stronger as he neared you. You were just about to do another round when you felt a hand gently place itself on your shoulder—warm, steady, kind. Your heart stumbled as it started because no one had been this tender with you in a long time.

You turned to the man to flash him a smile, one that you knew made every man bend to your will, as you forced back your confusion at the soft touch. But when your eyes met his, you were suddenly drowning in pools of teal flecked with gold, and you felt the world gave way and your breath vanish.

“Jason?” you said, your eyes searching his urgently as emotions flitted across your face. Jason had just kept staring at you, his face void of emotion as if he was reconciling with himself that this was, in fact, his childhood best friend—and maybe you were still there, somewhere, underneath that skin-tight dress and fake smile.

“I . . .” you trailed off, stunned. You shook your head, furrowing your brows. There was too much to say, too little time. So, you opted for the most obvious question. “What are you doing here?”

Jason narrowed his eyes. “What am I doing here?” he asked in disbelief and frustration. “How about you answer my damn question, y/n. What the hell are you doing in the Iceberg Lounge?”

“Jason—” you started but was cut off as a customer shouted for you. Anger built up inside you, and it wasn’t directed at Jason, it was because of the shame that you felt because this was where you had ended up. And you thought—hoped—that Jason would never see you become the person you both hated. You had never expected to see him again, not when life had pulled you both apart. But there he was, and there were you—the past and the future all at once. “You don’t get to do this,” you said frustratedly, jabbing a finger in his direction. “You don’t just get to walk in here and start this.”

You turned away to walk towards the customer, but Jason grabbed your arm. “I get to ask whatever the hell I want right now, y/n, ’cause you don’t get to play innocent here.”

He spun you around, so you faced him, his eyes burning as they stared into yours. “What exactly are you doing in the Iceberg Lounge?”

You tried to get out of his grip, but he held onto you tightly—as if you were the only thing he could hold onto to stay alive.

“I work here,” you spat.

“So, you decided to just throw your life away and strip?” Jason said lividly. It was beyond his belief that you could just decide to throw your life away like this.

“This isn’t you, y/n,” he continued. “This isn’t the girl who I grew up with and spent every waking second with. What the hell happened to you over the years? Because it sure as hell wasn’t something good.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Let go,” you hissed, feeling customers around you begin to look at your dispute. “People are staring.”

Jason didn’t need to look around to feel the eyes on them, and he couldn’t care less. He was completely pissed off. “Let them stare, stripper,” he snapped back, anger dripping off his words, projecting the hurt he felt. “They’ve already seen everything about you anyways.”

You flinched at his words, not expecting them to sting, but they did regardless.

“Is this how you want to play?” you asked darkly, yanking your arm out of his grasp. You watched as his expression grew colder as he clenched his hands.

“It was great seeing you too, Jay,” you said sarcastically, walking away from him. You thought you could just walk away after what you had done? Absolutely not. Jason grabbed your hand again, pulling you into his chest.

“So, you’re just gonna walk away like nothing happened?” he growled. “Like I wouldn’t notice you dancing around in a slut’s dress in the Iceberg Lounge? You can’t hide your face, y/n. Not from me.”

You bit back harsher words. “I don’t know what you expect from me here, Jason,” you said frustratedly and at a loss.

“I expect you to be the y/n that I grew up with. Not some slut working in the Iceberg Lounge,” Jason snapped, not afraid to say what was on his mind. “I expected better from you, y/n. So much better.”

You kept you mouth shut, letting the seconds tick by as anger fueled by hurt burned between you. After a few moments you both used it to catch breaths, chests heaving, you glowered.

“Guess we’re both disappointed,” you said, voice low.

Jason glared at you as he kept his hold on you. You were pissing him off immensely. You were nothing like the soft-spoken and kind girl he had known growing up. You were tougher, harder, colder and he didn’t want to admit it, but you had grown to be like him.

“Is that the sort of witty comment you picked up during your night shifts?” he asked sarcastically. “Or are you really just that quick on your feet?”

You stepped closer to him, looking up to search his eyes. “Wanna find out?”

Jason felt a smirk pull at his lips. Whatever version he had of you, it was gone, and it was replaced with someone else. As much as that was disappointing, he was intrigued to see this new side of you. “Yes,” he said under his breath.

You frowned, looking for any tells if he was lying—but you found none, and perhaps that was even more frustrating. That he still wanted to be with you—in any form, even when you were like this. “I’m busy this week. Maybe you can book me for some other time?” you said sarcastically.

“Yeah?” he asked, voice dropping, eyes growing darker. “What are your rates?”

“Expensive,” you said, voice hard but tinged with subtle want. “Think you can handle me, Jay?”

Jason’s smirk widened into a devilish grin. “I can handle anything you give me. Can you handle me, sweetheart?”

You kept your mouth shut, trying to figure out what he was playing. Seeing your hesitation, he lowered his head and put his mouth to your ear. “Friday, 9pm.”

You blinked in surprise, looking at Jason’s smug face as he pulled back. “You’re booking me? Actually?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked, smiling that same smile that made you want to punch it off his face and kiss him at the same time. He was still Jason, your Jason. “I’m assuming you’re the most popular girl in the club.”

“Bold of you to assume that,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“So, am I correct?” he asked, pressing his body into yours. The air was tense between you, thick with the promise of something more. Jason didn’t know what that something was, exactly. But his heart was telling him that he wanted to find out.

“I don’t remember you ever caring to ask if you were,” you said, narrowing your eyes, challenging him.

“Careful now,” Jason said, leaning down to bring his face closer to yours. “You’re going to start something with comments like that.”

Jason enjoyed this banter—he had missed it so much. He loved teasing you, knowing you would bite back every single time. He hadn’t felt so alive in a long time—and perhaps because it was game, a dangerous one. And who was he to deny himself of a little danger? You were a loaded gun, and he knew how to pull a trigger.

“Me? Careful?” you said, looking into his eyes as you leaned closer to him—his lips. “Maybe you shouldn’t have provoked me.”

“That comment right there,” he said with a smirk, “is exactly why I need more time with you, y/n.”

He let go of your hand and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you closer. “I missed this side of you sweetheart,” he breathed, his eyes glancing down into your eyes—lips.

You searched his eyes, letting the moment simmer, letting the club disappear until it was only the two of you. “I missed you,” you whispered.

Jason caressed your sides with his thumbs in slow comforting circles, as he thought of another million things he wanted to do to you, right here, right now. None of it was holy, none of it was what you would do to your childhood best friend. But you were so goddamn tempting. He licked his lips, his gaze never wavering from yours. But he didn’t want to rush this, for god sakes he just saw you for the first time in fucking years—but there was something that still hasn’t changed for him. You were still his home.

Jason opened his mouth to say something but was caught off as someone called out for you again breaking the moment. You stepped away from him, the trance forgotten.

“I’ve got to go back to work,” you said apologetically.

Jason narrowed his eyes, stepping closer to you again, crossing that space. “You’re just going to leave me like that?”

He leaned down again, his head lowering to the crook of your neck. “What kind of woman does something like that, y/n?”

You smirked as you stepped back again, creating that push-and-pull dynamic that drove Jason foolish. “A woman who keeps you wanting more,” you smirked, as you turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

Jason watched you leave, sticking his hands in his pockets. You were still an angel to him no matter how far you’ve fallen and no matter how many more times you will. He was going to get you out of this hell because angels didn’t belong here. He was going to save you this time because you had saved him every day of his damned life.

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pariahsparadise · 2 years

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rose's scorn

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word count: 1.9k

pairings: jason todd x f!reader

warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. p in v, oral (fem!receiving) sex. minor spoilers for titans s2. is badly written a warning? unedited.

a/n: titans as a show is so shit. the plot is all over the place, the characters and relationships are cringe and form too quickly and everything is just so unrealistic, i hate it so fucking much. that being said, it did give us shirtless curran walters. i imagine this takes place around s2 e11. enjoy??

“We only have two rooms available, unfortunately.”

You groaned inwardly, sparing a glance over your shoulder at Jason and Rose, the latter of which was batting her eyelashes, her hand provocatively dancing over Jason’s bicep. You suppressed an eye roll at the sight and turned to face the apologetic receptionist, answering her with a “Fine. We’ll take them.”

You turned to face the “couple” behind you again, “You two can share?”

“What?” Jason said, his eyes running over your face, at the same time that Rose squealed, “Yes.” You took that as your answer.

The three of you had found yourself in a pretty luxurious hotel after leaving Titans tower. Dick had finally come clean with the team, unveiling the true events leading up to Jericho’s death, and you couldn’t stand being in that space any longer. You had been a part of the Titans before Jason had, so you and Jericho had come to be good friends. In fact, you were one of the first to tell Dick you were leaving, Jason immediately piping up behind you, “I’m going with her.”

The warm feeling that enveloped your chest was soon dissipated when Rose asked to join you. Without so much as a glance back at Jason, you assented, figuring that’s what he’d want. After all, Rose hadn’t really kept quiet about their kiss. She kept asking Rachel for advice on what to do while you were literally right there- not wanting to hear any of it.

Because the thing was, unlike what Rose believed, she wasn’t the only one to have kissed Jason.

The two of you had known each other for a while now, and you hadn’t been able to pinpoint exactly when your friendship had grown into…something more. One heated kiss during training, another when Jason had injured himself, leading to you standing in between his legs, his chest trembling as your fingers applied a balm to his bare skin- and before you knew it, his hand was cupping your cheek and his lips were on yours, devouring you like a man starved.

That was it, though. The two of you hadn’t spoken about either incident, wanting to stick with your comfortable, safe relationship of friends. Sure, maybe you had thought that the two of you would eventually wake up and realise what you had been missing out all along, just like in the movies. Maybe you had believed the two of you would eventually end up together, just like you belonged.

Now, it seemed unlikely, what with a certain thorny Rose in the way.

The knocks on your door come in threes, in rapid succession.

You open it to reveal Jason Todd, standing in your doorway in a grey T-shirt and shorts, presumably his nightclothes.

“Yes?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest, cheeks heating up when Jason’s eyes flash downwards for a split second.

“Can I- Can we share the room instead?”

You blink at him, taken aback by the question. Wouldn’t he like to share with Rose? Now that they were practically together, this just didn’t make sense. Plus, would she even be okay with him coming here?

“What about Rose?” you voice your last concerns out loud, darting a glance out into the hallway, in the direction of her room, “I thought she wanted to share with you?”

“She did,” Jason allows, “It was me who didn’t want to.”

“Why not?” you ask, staying rooted to the spot as Jason moves closer to you.

He husks a half-laugh, an incredulous look in his eye as if he can’t believe what you’re asking of him, before he lowers his face so his lips are inches apart from yours.

“She isn’t you, idiot.”

Your eyes must be comically wide by now, you’re sure, but all you can say is, “Oh.”

The glint in Jason’s eye vanishes and his lip curls up in a slight frown, evidently disappointed by your lack of reciprocation, and his feet shift like he’s about to step away from you. You don’t give him the chance, though, your hands shooting out to fist into his shirt, pulling him down to meet your lips.

He responds in a frenzy, his mouth moving much faster than yours as he walks you backwards into the room, leaving you no choice but to increase your pace until you match his desperation. One of his hands wraps around your waist, the other curls at the back of your head before he pushes you up against the door to shut it, kissing you viciously, his hands taking the brunt of the force so you don’t get hurt.

It’s a small gesture, one you can barely focus on because God, he knows how to kiss, but it warms your heart just the same.

Jason’s hips rut into yours harshly, and you bite down on your lip to stop an embarrassing sound from escaping. He notices, unhooking it with his thumb before snatching it up in another kiss, his teeth scraping along your lower lip.

“You drive me crazy,” he gasps, pulling you away from the door and twirling the two of you around, walking you backwards to the bed. You’re pushed down into the mattress, given no opportunity to protest before he’s stalking up your body, meeting your lips again as he uses his weight to keep you pressed down.

“Take this off,” he says, tugging at the hem of your shirt, and you immediately go to comply before stopping in your tracks.

“Wait,” you say, and Jason stills on top of you, concern overtaking his original expression of desire. When he speaks, his words are unsteady, “Shit, are you okay? Are we going too fast?”

“No,” you say immediately, your hand reaching up to trace reassuring circles along his cheekbone, “No, this is fine. Can you- can you just turn off the lights?”

Jason frowns down at you, “But then I won’t be able to see you.”

“Exactly,” you say, “That’s the entire point. Can you please get them?”

“Y/N,” Jason says slowly, “I want to see you.”

You sigh, your eyes travelling beyond Jason’s face to stare at the ceiling behind him as you quietly admit, “I’m not much to look at.”

“Babe?” Jason gets your attention back, your chest warming at the nickname, “That’s utter bullshit.”

You open your mouth to argue, but Jason silences you with a kiss, his hips dipping to meet yours in soft grinds, so all the words that come out of your mouth after are unintelligible. He seems entirely too cocky about that, ridding himself of his shirt swiftly. Yours is thrown off shortly after, tossed in the same direction that his clothes went.

Jason audibly sputters as he realises you aren’t wearing a bra, his hands coming up to smoothe over your ribs to your breasts almost reverently. You arch your back as you let out a choked moan, only to gasp as Jason lowers his mouth to kiss around your right mound, before sucking at your nipple, his teeth coming into play moments after to scrape at the same area.

He alternates his attention between the two, the one without his mouth earning his hand instead, and you are utterly convinced that you are going to die in this bed.

“No bra,” he says into your skin as his mouth marks you, “It’s almost like you planned for this to happen.”

“No,” you weakly protest as Jason kisses down your stomach, his hands pulling off your pants and underwear in one smooth motion before pushing your thighs apart. You shut your eyes as you feel his mouth at the inside of your right thigh, needing to get the words out, you gasp, “I’m not the one who showed up with a condom in my pockets.”

Jason laughs, sending vibrations through your cunt and you jolt, earning his hand draping over your waist to hold you in place.

“Nothing gets past you, huh?” he says affectionately, licking a harsh stripe up your cunt before you can respond. It’s not like you’d be able to anyways, his mouth and fingers work in tandem to keep you speechless. He kisses your cunt sloppily, fingers slipping in and out in lazy thrusts as he works harder with his tongue. At one point, he pulls away completely, leaving you to whine at the empty feeling. He just laughs before slapping your pussy, making you cry out and tense every muscle in your fucking body, before his mouth is back to work, soothing the sting he left. You cum not long after, hard, and he works you through it meticulously, kissing your thighs as you come down from your high.

When he crawls up your body again, you’re ready, wanting to repay him for what might as well have been the best orgasm of your life. Your hands find his shoulders and you whip the two of you around, leaving you on top. You straddle him, revelling in the gasp he lets out, before you lean forward to make out with him again. You shift your hips just so, and he ruts his up into yours, your eyes widening at just how large he is. Slipping your hand down, you palm him through his shorts, his head falling back against the headboard with a thud, as if all his strength just seeped out of him. It returns just when you sneak a hand into his boxers, cupping around his cock, before his eyes fly open. “No, no,” he says, flipping the two of you back around, “Absolutely not.”

He whips his remaining clothes off with little flourish, only at the last second remembering the condom in his pocket. He rips it open with his teeth, the action turning you on more than it probably should have, before he slides it on and enters you.

“Oh fuck,” you moan, muscles tensing as he slides in, staying in place for a few moments to gauge your reaction. When you nod at him, he starts moving ever so gently, his hands pushing your thighs further apart. His thrusts are languid and torturous, you can feel every vein of his cock, every twitch it makes as you shift underneath him.

Boldly, you twine your legs around his waist and lock them, forcing him even deeper into you and he groans. It takes a few more slow, rolling thrusts before you break, your cunt tightening around him, the sensation bringing him to his own high.

“Oh God,” you say, clapping a hand over your mouth. It’s an hour later, you and Jason are back in your bed again. You had headed to the shower together to “get cleaned up” which, in reality, resulted in round two. After that, you actually cleaned up, before sneaking under the covers again, truly exhausted and in dire need for rest after your…activities.

“What?” Jason asks you, looking bemused as he pulls your hand off your mouth. He kisses it, and you feel a strange giddiness, but you push it away to answer him.

“Rose,” you tell him, “She’s right down the hall. Shit, do you think she heard us?”

“I hope she did,” Jason says, “Maybe she’ll get the hint. And if she doesn't, we can always try again tomorrow.”

“I’m going to hold you to that, Todd.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way, L/N.”

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