I need another fic where jayroy x reader is in the league for… reasons 🫣
I also now need this 😫
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a conundrum of redheaded proportions
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𓅪 Rated: E | 4k
includes: misunderstandings, confessions, selectively mute!reader, blow jobs, vaginal sex, deep throating, praise kink, spitroasting, begging, lots of smut y'all ur welcome, voyeurism, jealousy, Justice league AU
𓅪 previous hookup fem!reader x jason todd, eventual fem!reader x roy harper, eventual fem!reader x jason todd x roy harper
my Hero OC! Cardinal comes from this series: tumblr [1] [2] | ao3
It's a well-known fact amongst The League that you like redheads.
From your first fling with Wally, drunken kiss with Kori, to your summer romance with Kate and that one-time thing with Jason back when his locks were more fiery than his personality, you’ve always seemed to gravitate towards red.
Hell, he’d even heard rumors that you’d been in a threesome with Babs and Artemis on your mission to Themyscira a summer or so ago.
What Roy can’t figure out is why you’ve never even talked to him let alone looked at him.
Is he a defective redhead or something?
Just approach her, they said.
Just introduce yourself, they said.
Well, he’s fucking tried.
You aren’t one to talk in uniform and only the redheads in the league, excluding Roy, know what you look like underneath your infamous, skin-tight burgundy vinyl.
And then, there you are.
Right in front of him.
Roy doesn’t realize his breath’s stopped until his head begins to feel faint and he’s forced to gulp in air desperately like Spongebob in that one episode.
And then you’re walking toward him.
Jason shifts beside him, but Roy’s more focused on you.
Your hips sway hypnotically with each purposeful step you take closer, pulling Roy deeper into your unforgiving trance.
Your hand makes a tiny wave, so tiny Roy’s sure if he blinked he’d miss it, right at him.
No fucking way.
Roy’s hand shoots up with a nervous wave back that stills as soon as you shoot him a questioning head tilt. He hears the leather of Jason’s jacket shift from behind him and looks just in time to see his friend finish waving at you.
Roy isn’t salty.
“There’s no way she’s hot under that shit,” He mutters lowly to his friend once you’ve passed by.
Roy’s salty.
“I fucked her,” Jason says the statement like it’s an actual response and not just a blatant brag.
“Yeah,” Roy huffs, focusing back on packing up his gym bag, “so?”
“So,” Jason quirks a knowing brow. “You dissing my taste in women?”
“No!” Roy cries out, then slumps back against the locker room bench with a groan. “Is there something wrong with me, Jay? Am I the ugly one?”
“What does your mug being a mess have to do with her?”
Jason’s never had a quiet voice. His baritone growl always demanded attention whether he meant it to or not. Unfortunately for Roy, this time it seems to have attracted your attention because your usual confident gate stutters just slightly enough for Roy to take notice.
As soon as you’re out of sight, Roy smacks Jason in the arm, yelping slightly when he retaliates with full force.
“Jesus, dude. You tryin’ to kill me, or something?” Roy groans.
“You tryin’ to offend me, or something?” Jason mocks him.
Roy finishes zipping up his bag with a dramatic zip and huff. “Course not. Sorry, Jaybird.”
Another quick hit to Roy’s already undoubtedly bruised arm.
“Not here,” Jason’s nose wrinkles easily at the offending nickname.
Roy watches as he looks towards all the hidden cameras in the room, something they’d both mapped out within the first few days of being welcomed aboard the Watchtower.
“For sure,” Roy nods distractedly as he catches a glimpse of Barry’s outfit and briefly mistakes it for you. “Sorry, I‘m just out of it today.”
“So I see,” Jason raises an easy brow.
“Nothing gets passed you now, eh?” Roy tries to joke but Jason only returns him with a knowing, read: asshole-ish, look like he’s already figured Roy out and, hell, he probably has. He catches a whiff of his uniform and winces, picking distastefully at the fabric on the chest of his sweaty Arsenal getup. “Fuck off, man. Let’s just eat so we can get the fuck out of these monkey suits.”
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The cafeteria is nearly empty at this hour, Roy notes with a pleased hum. He quickly becomes distracted, however, by the heavenly smells coming from the kitchen.
Algie and Rita are behind the counter again tonight, so Roy knows the food’s going to be fire.
“Ladies,” Roy wriggles his brows at the elderly women playfully. As a result, they award him with an extra scoop of mashed potatoes.
Jason greets them politely before following behind Roy to the closest table.
It’s always quiet around this hour, though it doesn’t mean heroes are necessarily holed up asleep in their rooms. Mission stragglers, graveyard shift Watchtower workers and heroes zeta-tubing in for their debriefs are constantly ongoing.
In quiet moments like this, though, Roy really does feel like it’s just him and Jay in space.
“So, you going to tell me what’s been bugging you tonight?” Jason asks though Roy thinks he already knows.
Roy glances around the empty cafeteria, save for a single table taken in the way back, before leaning in to whisper anyway. “It’s that chick.”
He shoots Roy an unimpressed look, “Chick, seriously?”
Roy sighs, pushing around the mashed potatoes on his tray, “I’m not gonna say her name when you already know.”
Jason simply hums in response as he unlocks and removes his helmet to eat.
Roy has never been quiet when it comes to the people he’s interested in and, sure, that’s how it started off with you, but you’re different.
No, literally, you don’t speak.
Not that you can’t, per se, just selectively and never to Roy.
Except one time. Your first mission alone with him.
Roy was usually unable to understand your movements, signals and signs outside the costume (not that you were ever caught dead on the Watchtower out of costume). After all the years of battling side by side on missions, Roy knows your battlefield code like the back of his hand.
Slight shift of your head to the right: back you up, shift to the left: back up, all the way down to your cute little hand movements that call out battle strategy.
Quiet but mighty. Never one to mess with.
Roy knows firsthand.
The one thing he’d never known until that one time, though? Your voice.
It was during the midst of a battle with Enchantress and Gorilla Grodd. You and Roy had been put in charge of reconnaissance for team Alpha when a henchman strayed way too close to the tree Roy was stationed behind.
You’d clicked your comm button three times to alert Roy, but it was already too late.
The guard startled and went for his radio, forcing Roy to draw an arrow. Though the hit itself was quiet, the thud of the man’s armored body was loud enough to draw the attention of everyone in the general vicinity.
Cutely enough, you turned to Roy, watching as he drew his bow and nodded to you as you got into a defensive position.
He then proceeded to watch you take on tens of henchmen at a time, disarming their guns before they could even aim them. It was a shame that Roy’d been so preoccupied with your safety, no, namely distracted by the way the shiny material of your suit stretched across your huge ass, to focus on protecting himself.
Up until that point, everything had been going smoothly. That is, until-.
“ROY!”
You weren’t supposed to use names other than alias’ out of the field, but your slip-up had seemed so unintentional he didn’t need to see underneath the mask to know you were panicking. He could hear your regret in your loud silence for allowing your voice to slip through and leak into the chilly night air.
Your body crashed into his with such a ferocious force, that he had no choice but to shift out of the way. He hit the ground and you landed on top of him just in time for him to avoid the deadly ray of Enchantress’ incantation.
You, however? Not so much.
By jumping in front of Roy, you’d taken the brunt of the attack practically head-on.
The shock of hearing his name from you lasted mere milliseconds before you were on the ground, screaming bloody murder under the intense pain from the spell you’d just saved Roy from. He’d never thanked you for taking a proverbial bullet of kinds for him, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t at least tried. You’d been conveniently absent from the post-mission debrief and, after checking out the empty med bay, Roy hung around outside the women’s locker room long enough to get booted by a wary Supes.
Eventually, Roy gave up trying to catch you and, thus, his ‘thank you’ went unsaid.
And now, here you are. Again.
Seeing you twice in one night, Roy feels like he’s hit the jackpot.
Jason, being the asshole he is, waves you over as soon as his eyes catch yours.
Your thick thighs move languidly, shifting from side to side with each tantalizing sway of your perfect figure.
You’re stunning.
Roy clears his throat, coming back down to the present moment just in time for Jason to… introduce the two of you to each other. Huh?
Jason and Roy are the only ones in the cafeteria, Algie and Rita having reverted back to stirring pots in the back kitchen.
It’d be weird if they made you sit alone, right?
Right?
That has to be why Jason is doing all of this.
Your flashy red stops right in front of him before he has a chance to think further on the topic.
At this point, you’re close enough that your enchanting perfume has slowly started to invade his senses. Your scent quickly takes complete hold over him, making you the only thing he can focus on.
At Roy’s silent staring, Jason clears his throat, ”Roy, meet Cardinal. Cardinal, Roy.”
Even behind the security of his domino mask, Roy can practically see the mirth in the outlaw’s emerald eyes.
Roy’s completely lost for words.
Luckily, it doesn’t seem to be an issue with you very much being in the same boat.
He watches your every minute movement diligently so as not to miss this crucial moment. His eyes openly flick over your curves while your attention is diverted toward the raven-haired man next to you.
It’s been years since Roy’s been this close to you and he can’t help but greedily drink your hypnotizing presence down to the last drop like a fucking dog. If Elastic Man and Booster Gold hadn’t been occupying the only other table in the cafeteria, Roy would take you right here and now, Jason’s voyeur-ass be damned.
Roy watches as you huff slightly and shoulder his best friend’s arm lightly. Jason laughs easily at the cute contact, leaving Roy to wish he knew you well enough to be in on the joke too.
Well, to be honest, he just wishes he knew you period.
Roy clears his throat, going along with unnecessary niceties by extending his hand out to you with a false confidence he definitely wasn’t feeling. “What’s up, babe?”
Your head continues to face him head-on. He’s pretty sure if he could see anything under the mask you’d be wearing a deadpan stare.
You two have known of each other for years, working alongside each other the entire time- why are you being introduced to Roy and why is he acting like a douche?
He watches you turn to Jason and point at yourself then your head then Roy and Jason seems to understand immediately.
“Yeah, well I figured I’d just properly introduce you guys,” He runs a sheepish hand through his grey streak. “I don’t know,” He trails off with a sexy laugh that has even Roy fawning over him.
Roy really doesn’t stand a chance with Jason here.
Fuck.
Roy supposes you shoot him another deadpan glare because Jason, honest to god, giggles.
Fuck.
How is Roy supposed to compete with Jay’s rugged attractiveness when Roy’s shorter with half the game?
What happened to the awkward Jason Roy’d met all those years prior?
No, seriously-
Jason had always been an awkward fuck, but for some reason, it seemed to work for him. Roy, on the other hand, was spontaneous, loud, over-the-top and seemed to drive off every promising prospect in sight, namely you.
You give Roy a timid wave that has Jason raising a brow, but Roy just responds earnestly. “Big fan of your work, Cardinal.” Roy leans in across the table to get closer to you before he can stop himself, “Even bigger fan of that suit, beautiful.”
He watches as your arms subconsciously move to cover your stomach and instantly backs off when Jason pushes him back into his seat. “You’ll have to excuse my friend. He hasn’t gotten laid since he’s been sober.”
He hears your tiny ‘oh’ whispered into the quiet of the cafeteria and nearly loses it.
He wants you.
He needs you.
“It’s true. I’m pathetic.” Is what he ends up choking out.
Your head tilts at him with your hand floating to where your mouth is hidden under your vinyl confines. You look Jason’s way again before Roy hears your melodic giggle. He swears the gates of heaven have opened, he can practically hear the harps now, as he watches the little shakes in your shoulders move in time with the angelic noise.
Saint Peter, Roy pleads with whatever fuckers are out there, please call my fucking name. Preferably soon… No, preferably now while you’re still amused by his obnoxious, whore-like behavior.
“Would you want to sit?” Jason motions to the chair you’re standing behind which sits right between Jason and Roy. You glance down at your tray which has a grab-n-go sandwich on it from one of the fridges right next to the food counter then back up at Roy. “It’s cool if not. I know idiot over here can be a lot.”
“Hey, I resent that.”
“I’m sure you do, buddy,” Jason says, picking lightly at his chicken before finally taking a bite.
Jason always said the food here was good, but Roy knows it’s nothing compared to Alfred’s cooking back home.
Your giggling cuts off their old-married couple banter just like that. In fact, your laughter draws the attention of both men at the table so instantaneously, that neither has time to cover up their reactions to the unfamiliar sound they’ve been lucky enough to hear twice now tonight.
Jason’s fork freezes momentarily on the way to his mouth before he quickly moves as if it’d never happened. Roy, on the other hand, remains completely stupefied by your captivating, seemingly effortless charm.
He knows deep down that there’s no way you’ll actually stay, though it doesn’t stop him from fantasizing about you ripping off your mask for him to take in what’s been forbidden for all these years.
Part of him still holds out hope that, because it’s just him and Jason, you’ll actually do it, that you’ll actually give in and stay. Maybe the ripping off the mask is a bit too extreme, Roy mentally berates himself. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll lift the mask up past your nose and, at the very least, maybe you’ll just stay.
He watches with bated breath as you glance down at the seat only to have his stomach sink seconds later when you shake your head. You pick up your sandwich and motion with your head toward the exit.
Your continued lack of verbal response further proves there’s no way you’d ever even think about lifting up your mask to eat with Roy here.
He is defective.
“No worries,” Roy waves you off with a jerky, then overly casual nature.
Holy fuck, why can’t he just act normal around you?
“We’re usually in here around this hour if you ever do want to meet up,” Jason adds helpfully. Roy’ll be sure to thank him later for it. That is, right after he finishes kicking his ass for putting him through this embarrassment. “It’s usually just us down here at this hour anyway, it’d be nice to catch up.”
You nod eagerly at both of them, leaving Jason to laugh.
Roy watches you rub anxiously at your forearm only to spur into action when your tray nearly goes tumbling because of it. You catch the sandwich easily and Roy catches the tray before it can even get close to the ground, but that doesn’t stop you from bending down too.
At the sight of the tray safe in his hand, you, still bent over, look up, causing your noses to bump.
“I can take care of you,” Roy’s grave voice is nearly a whisper in the quiet of the large room. You gasp slightly and startle backward, causing Roy to backtrack in a slightly higher-pitched voice. “They tray, I mean.” He clears his throat until his voice reaches its normal timbre, “I can take care of the tray for you.”
You seem to be momentarily frozen much to Roy’s surprise, though it doesn’t last for long. Soon, you’re nodding distractedly, backing away from their table all the while.
With your wrapped sandwich in one hand, you use the other to give a hasty thumbs up.
Roy waves you off with a defeated smile, bidding you a cursory goodnight.
Then you’re turning on your heel, speeding for the exit at a pace even Wally wouldn’t be able to keep up with.
He fucked up.
Neither he nor Jason can pull their eyes off you as you saunter away.
Roy bites down harder on his chapped, bottom lip with each stomp of your heels as it jiggles your infamous cheeks in the process. Damn, what Roy wouldn’t do to get his hands on as much of your ass as he could manage. He knows there’s no way your ass would fit in the palms of his hands but, damn, if the thought alone doesn’t leave him drooling.
He doesn’t even notice the tent forming in his lap until Jason shoots him an unimpressed stare.
“You’ve got it bad, bro,” Jason mutters into his water glass.
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Roy does have it bad.
So bad that he makes his best friend take care of the raging boner you’d left him with.
Jason wasn’t lying when he said Roy hadn’t been laid since he’d sobered up around two years ago, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t jacking it almost every night. He’s found that the showers between the hours of four and five am are a safe haven for him to quickly get off, but tonight he needs something more.
Tonight’s different.
Roy presses Jason against the tiled wall and fucks into his tight ass all while imagining your wet pussy and fucked-out face. Roy comes embarrassingly fast, something Jason doesn’t let slide. He puts Roy to work, forcing his dick down his throat with a rough hand gripping his fiery hair until he comes all over Roy’s freckled face with a grunt.
It’s good and fine and whatever… Jason’s extremely attractive- that’s not the issue.
The issue is he’s not you.
Jason takes one look at Roy’s constipated face and sighs, wiping gently at the remaining beads of come on the tip of his cock with Roy’s discarded boxers.
“Just talk to her,“ He says before leaving Roy to drown under the stream of his post-nut misery.
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He’s rounding the corner to his dorm room in his towel when he runs right smack into you and you’re…
“Holy shit,” Roy can’t help the airy moan that escapes at the sight of you in a loosely tied silk robe- only a silk robe.
You’re breathtaking.
Your billowing hair, gleaming eyes and, overall, sinful features leave Roy’s mouth hanging open. Speaking of mouths, your supple, pouty lips are screaming at Roy to slip his dick between them and choke you with his length until he sees tears in the corners of your sex-doll eyes.
Even in the fluorescent lights of the Watchtower hallways, your skin softly glows, radiating deep down into Roy’s bones.
He needs to get his hands on you.
Your features all meld together perfectly in a way that makes sense and he wonders how he ever could’ve imagined you to look any other way.
You tilt your head at him but don’t make to pass. It’s like you’re captivated by his captivation and, if anything, it only serves to captivate Roy further.
You seem somewhat startled, though it’s obvious you’re trying to hide it. Roy wishes he could control his reaction, he really does, but you don’t know what you’re doing to him. Your startled face steadily shifts, leaving Roy to wonder if maybe you do. Maybe you know exactly what kind of effect you’re having on him.
The teasing glint in your eyes seems to point to the latter and it’s making Roy weak in his already wobbly knees.
The sight of your costumed-self in the past has been enough to render him speechless. Now you’re here, standing in front of Roy’s rabid form with your robe steadily slipping from your silky shoulder and further down your bicep.
Needless to say, the one-on-one contact with you is dizzying. It’s as if he’s drowning in the thick syrup of your honey-sweet figure without you ever having uttered a word other than his name.
A succubus of sorts, for sure.
You’re hypnotizing and Roy knows he’s yet to pick his jaw up off the floor but can’t bring himself to stop.
A steady breeze tickles at his mid-drift and it’s then he realizes he’s also forgotten to pick up his fucking towel in the process.
While Roy’s been completely stupefied by your ethereal features, you’ve been staring at his half-mast cock with an unreadable look. Roy inwardly groans when he realizes that Jason would probably know what it meant, but erases the thought as soon as it pops into his head.
Roy looks down at his freckled, pink-tipped dick then back up at you; then back down again and back up.
“Jeez,” He scrambles to drop to the floor for the Justice League embroidered towels they supplied in the locker rooms. “Sorry,” His voice is thick with want as he squeezes his words out from behind a lump in his throat you’ve conveniently caused. “Didn’t see you there,” He says once he’s popped back up and secured his towel. “You alright?”
Your eyes flick down to his now completely erect cock that’s covered once again by his towel, then back up to his emerald eyes. He follows the motion self-consciously, eagerly awaiting your next move.
You’re a wild card to him. He can truly say you’re one of the few people he’s unable to read and one of the only people that he never knows what you’re going to do next.
You’re a captivating mystery; an enigma for Roy’s puzzle-loving brain to tirelessly work at. And here you are, revealing almost everything to him, while still revealing absolutely nothing.
You nod and he watches as a magnificent blush coats your cheeks, though not the ones he’s been carnally craving.
“Sorry,” Roy sputters again as you continue past him like nothing had even happened. Like Roy hadn’t been staring at you for two minutes straight.
You shake your head easily as if to say you don’t care, but Roy hopes you do.
You continue past him with your usual confident stride, leaving Roy to wonder how you can possibly expect him to move at all with the trance you’ve put on him. His wobbly knees struggle to remain upright as your silent padding grows more and more distant.
Your scent lingers in the air around him like a cruel reminder of what could’ve been.
When he’s finally able, he turns around to watch your ass jiggle further and further down the hall with a heavy heart and even heavier blue balls. His heart nearly stops when you actually turn around to see if he’s still there, only to blush and duck your head back around on account of his blatant staring.
And so, the chase continues.
A/N: i’ve fully fallen in love w my characterization of roy and i’m absolutely WRECKED about it ok? i hope u feel the same and let me know if u do! ALSO ok I wrote this back in March (before I broke my pinky lol) but I did edit recently, but if it sounds a bit off from my current stuff that’s why :,P
Important: Cardinal is not usually mute, I take a lot of her hero design from Black Bat and thought it would be cool to include another aspect of Cassandra's character, hence this!
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