#jason todd x girly!reader

[idyllcy]

couple tiktoks with the robins

Word count: ~ 700

Summary: cheesy tiktok trends with the robins :3

𓅫. "Heard you're looking for a boyfriend" - Tim Drake

"'kay, just," you show Tim the tiktok, fingers laced together, practically begging him to do the tiktok with you. Tim grimaces, but it's minimal effort, so he listens. He stands to the side as the audio plays from your shared airpods, waiting for you to move the camera to the side. He hates to admit it, but as he steps next to you to lean on the mirror, raising a brow with a mask on and your eyes light up, his breath catches in his throat. You're always so pretty— too pretty. You're always so pretty. And god, if doing couple trends meant that you'd stare at him like that, then he'd do all of them with you. (Though, he has to make sure none of his friends finds out about them. The embarrassment would eat him alive) Tim waits for you to stop recording, the noise going off in his ear as he steps next to you, staring at the tiktok. He looks just as lovesick as you. "Aww, you're supposed to look a little intimidating." You mumble quietly. "You're looking at me too cheesily" "You look too excited too." Tim sticks his tongue out at you, pointing at the way your pupils were blown wide. "Maybe we're both just lovesick fools." Tim doesn't see a problem with that.

𓅫. "she is the best thing that's ever been mine" - Jason Todd

"I know this is a trend for sapphics but please please please PLEASE—" You beg. "The only photos I'd be able to put are the ugly ones of you." Jason rolls his eyes. "No." "But you have a whole album of—" "No." You pout, jutting out your bottom lip at Jason as he wavers slightly. He doesn't even have capcut downloaded. He doesn't want to download it. It's just a silly tiktok trend, and sure you're obsessed with showing him off on your private social media, but there was no way he was posting you on his accounts. You grumble, going back to scrolling through your phone, typing on it, and Jason assumes that you're complaining to your friends about how he won't do the trend. He goes back to his own phone, putting his airpod back on, a video playing. You could complain all you want— He wasn't doing it. Yet, the recently deleted app on his phone and the newly downloaded video on his hidden album suggest anything but. Stupid. It's in his drafts. (Not that he'd tell you.)

𓅫. "Oh, I can't stop singing" - Damian Wayne

"Stay still." You set your phone on the table as you squish onto Damian's lap, and he raises a brow at you, setting his pencil down. He notices your phone recording, and you pull out your lipstick. Damian pauses. He knows this audio. He's pretty sure one of his classmates was showing him it a while ago. You draw half a heart onto your cheek, pressing your cheek to his affectionately, warmth pressed to Damian's cheeks, leaving the mark of a heart... no you drew the half the wrong way. You pause, the mistake registering in your head as the audio continues playing. "Habibbti, I don't think—" You burst into laughter at the accident, hiding your face in his collar, kicking your legs in embarrassment. Damian purses his lips in amusement with you, running his hand down your back soothingly while shaking slightly. That was funny. "Sorry for messing up and making you pause." You stop laughing after a while. Damian smiles, shaking his head, reaching for a wet wipe on his desk. "Would you like to try again?" Who are you to say no?

𓅫. "stay with me, I don't want you to leave" -Dick Grayson

"Okay, so—" "I'm in." Dick gives you two thumbs up. "I recognize this audio." "I really can't surprise you with any couple trend, huh?" You laugh. "Sweetheart, I'm on Tiktok more than you." Dick smiles, handing you your lipstick. You pout, taking it anyway, peppering Dick's face with kisses before the lipstick dries, smudging some of the kisses, letting the others look fine on their own on others. Dick presses kisses back to your skin while you reapply the lipstick, some of the red on his lips getting on yours, causing you to pout. He was getting you red too. You finish, eventually. (Dick's face is practically a red mess from both you and the lipstick) You step to the side to wipe the lipstick he got onto your face, setting up your phone and starting the tiktok. Dick stares at you the whole time, eyes gentle, sick with an affection reserved for only you, lips pulled into a foolish smile. You pout when you ruin your lipstick, only for Dick to reach for your chin, the phone panning to his face, a mess of red on his face, a stupid smile on his face, eyes crinkled, holding all of the love in the world for you and only you. (and god do you melt at the sight)

#dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #robin x reader #damian wayne x reader #tim drake x reader #batboys x reader #you know how I said no fic this week? I lied. You're welcome #see I'd put batboys but I'd have to include duke and I know minimal information about him so that would be smth for a potential pt2 #and I'd probs include Bruce in said part 2 and maybe the girlies bc I love the girlis n need to write for the girlies TT #also originally this whole thing was for Tim but I decided no I needed to write the others too i write too much for tim

[mammons-lover]

A short narrative based on a bedtime scenario I used to go to sleep.

Before Jason Todd was adopted by Bruce Wayne, he knew a girl who was presumably the sweetest person. They stopped talking, but later on, they got back together, and he realized that Gotham had changed her. She went insane—almost as bad as Harley Quinn—and became completely fixated on him because he was the last person to treat her so kindly. And he's trying to figure out what or who caused her to be in this state.

Additionally, it seems to me that she would smother him whenever they were together, acting as though she had no concept of personal space. If he were to go near any other woman, she would essentially be plastered to him.

#batman #dc universe #dcu #dcu girlies #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd imagine

[kittykatninja321]

when the Jason Todd x reader girlies are like “he would kill for me 🥰” ok yeah but he would kill for a stranger on the street. And he has (half the plot of Lost days). You could vent to him one day about your abusive dad and he’d get that guy out of the way by next morning he’s the people’s executioner!!

#The inverse to the ‘he would die for me’ superhero romance post #I’m not even hating on the x reader girlies here I just needed a set up for this post #Homicidal bleeding heart is actually such a great character concept. Sometimes murder is community service #Jason Todd #dc

[laying0nth3floor]

jason todd-

that’s it

STOP I WOULD PUT BOWS ON HIM 😭

@kierancaz thank you for enlightening me

#bri’s silly thoughts 🤭 #for the jason todd girlies! #this is technically ​my first post #jason todd #laying0nth3floor #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #jason peter todd #fic #fic account #redhood #redhood imagine

[sanguineterrain]

window pains | jason todd

Summary: He's got a habit of coming in through the window. You want him to start staying... and using the door. 

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!reader 

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings/tags: injured Jason Todd (he's okay dw), angst, pining, mentions of Jason's death.

A/N: sooo.... i guess i'm a dc girlie now. just a reminder that every character i write will always be 18+!!! this is probably canon divergent but we make our own canon.

If you like this fic and want to see more, please let me know through reblogs ♡

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"Can't you enter my apartment like a normal person?"

"You know who you're talking to, right?"

"You're getting blood on my carpet, Todd."

It doesn't really matter. He'll come back and scrub it out as soon as his ribs are whole. And fuck if he's not good at getting blood out of surfaces. Jason Todd ought to start a housekeeping column. 

You catch his limp as he climbs over the windowsill. It almost topples him, but he gets to the couch before it does. He doesn't make a sound. 

That had freaked you out the first few times he'd stumbled through your window. Once, he came with part of a windshield wiper impaled in his shoulder. He'd lain on your couch so still and so quiet, you'd thought Red Hood had croaked in your apartment. Which would not have been a good look for you. Or maybe it would. Depends on who you ask. 

Sometimes you want to tell him to make sounds. To hiss and grunt and complain. To grab your wrist so you'll slow down as you pull thread through flesh. 

But it's not your place to request such a thing. You don't know where you reside in Jason Todd's life, but it's not somewhere where you can request to hear him hurt. 

Outwardly, his injuries aren't bad-looking. He takes off his helmet and tosses it somewhere under the coffee table. You offer a hand to help him lie down on the couch—he doesn't take it. 

"Jesus Christ, Jay." You suck in a sharp breath and peel back his bloody suit. "What'd you do?"

"Took a midnight stroll in the Botanical Gardens. Why, what'd you do?"

You frown, eyebrows pinching in the center of your forehead. Jason's stomach is mottled with purple and red bruises. There's a sticky gash right above his hip. A knife. Or a sword, maybe. Apparently, swords are commonplace in Gotham. 

"How'd they get you?" you ask. 

It's a rule-break. Jason's number one policy: don't ask questions.

You always do. Even when it was new, this… thing between you two, you'd ask. Who were they? Why did they hurt you? Did you hurt them back?

The last one, you always know the answer to. 

"There were, like, ten of them," he says. "Cut me some slack, will ya?" 

He has a cut across his lips. A ringed finger that caught on his skin, you guess. You wonder if he'd wince if you kissed him. If he'd wince at the pain or the kiss itself. If you'd know the difference. 

Rage suddenly cuts through you. It makes your hands careless, cruel; you pull the bandage around his waist too tight. Jason coils up slightly. 

"Jesus—ever heard of bedside manner?" he asks, looking at you through his lashes. 

"Ever heard of not breaking into someone's apartment and making them patch you up?"

"I don't make you," Jason says easily. "You wouldn't do it if you didn't want to."

That only increases your rage. Because he's right. You wouldn't be here if you didn't want to be. You'd have kicked him out four first aid kits ago if you minded. 

You yank down his shirt and pack up the kit. Jason shifts on the couch. A sliver of skin above his waistband is still exposed. You have to turn your head to force your gaze away. 

"No bandaids?" he asks. "All my cuts'll be exposed to the elements."

"You can put them on yourself." 

His cheek could use one. And his eyebrow. You're not in the mood. 

Jason doesn't say anything in response to that. You get up to put the kit back under the sink. 

"Can I crash here?" 

"Do what you want," you say, suddenly exhausted. Like it's you who just went six rounds with Gotham's scumbags.

You peek over the kitchen counter when you hear rustling and the couch springs squeak. Jason leans heavily on the arm of the couch, reaching for the window. You walk over and stand in front of him. 

"What're you doing?" you ask. 

"You want me to go," he says flatly. "So I'm going."

"I didn't say that, I said—"

"I can read between the lines." 

"If you could read between the lines as well as you think you can, we wouldn't be in this situation," you say. 

"What situation?"

You turn your head. "Nothing."

Jason steps towards the window. You block him again. 

"What is the matter with you?" you ask. "You're injured. Lie down."

"I'm not your responsibility," he says, glaring. "I'm leaving."

"No, you're not. And since you're allergic to using the door, you don't have a choice."

Jason's eyebrow rises. "Are you saying you'd physically prevent me from leaving?"

You lift your chin. "If that's what it takes."

"Hm. Can't tell if your confidence is stupid or brave."

"Lie the fuck down, Todd."

His lip curls. "I don't stay where I'm not welcome."

Sometimes you forget how young he is. Not that you're not also young, but, well… you don't feel your youth as acutely as other people your age might. It's something you two have in common. 

Here, in the gritty glow of Gotham, you are reminded that Jason Todd died once. Before he finished school. Before he fell in love. 

Your stomach churns every time you see that Y-shaped scar on his torso, strapped over him like a chain. 

"I didn't say that you're not welcome," you say. 

"Yeah, well, you didn't have to."

He sags against the couch and it occurs to you that he's as exhausted as you feel. 

"Can you just—" You touch his bicep. He winces even though there's no injury there. "Can you just lie down?" 

You stare at each other for another minute. Slowly, Jason lays down. His eyes are alert instead of heavy with sleep. Instantly, you feel guilty for making him think he has to be cautious around you. His hand curls protectively over his stomach. 

"Do you want a blanket?" you ask. 

He squints. "It's August."

"I know, I… I thought maybe the blood loss made you cold." 

"'M fine. Perks of being risen from the dead." 

You watch him get settled for a minute. He shifts his weight to his uninjured side and meets your gaze. His eyes are gray in the weak light. 

"You're tired of me," he says. 

Your head snaps up. "No, I'm not."  

"You are."

"I'm not tired of you, Jay."

You see it. The fear. He thinks this is the last time you'll let him in. He doesn't know you can't lock him out. You won't. 

You get up and go to get the kit from the sink again. Jason follows your movement the whole time. His face scrunches in confusion when you sit in front of the couch and unzip the kit. 

You pull out the tiny red bandaids. You'd bought them as a joke, initially. It had made Jason laugh and that had been reason enough to keep buying them. And then he let you actually put them on.

You peel the adhesive off of one and gently stick it on his cheek. He blinks at you, thick, dark lashes kissing the corners of his eyes. 

"I'm not tired of you," you say softly. 

"I'd be tired of me." 

"You keep this city safe. How could I be tired of Gotham's defender?"

Jason scowls and turns his head into the cushion before you can put the second bandaid.  

"I'm not its defender. The others protect this city a hundred times better. Nightwing does it with a smile on his face."

"I like that you go out there even when it's hard, Jay," you say. 

He doesn't respond. You lean in, so close that you can count the freckles on his neck. 

"Can I finish putting the bandaids on?" you ask. 

"I don't need 'em."

"You do. You need another on your forehead."

"It'll heal fine without it."

Your shoulders bunch like a cat on defense. You grab his cheek (gently, always gently) and his head whips to yours in surprise. 

"Jason Todd, I am not tired of you. I'm tired of the fact that you only come by when you need fixing."

He scowls. "I never asked you to fix me. If you want me to leave, I'll leave."

"I don't want you to leave, I want you to stay!" you burst. 

Jason scoffs. "No, you don’t. I'll overstay my welcome real fast."

"Maybe I care about you on purpose!" you say, voice rising. "Maybe I didn't stumble through a window; maybe I walked through the door and bought the bandaids and learned how to stitch wounds because I wanted to."

He suddenly looks overcome by grief. The agony in his face startles you. 

"I don't know how to use the door anymore," he says quietly. "All I do is stumble through windows."

Your hand slips off of his cheek. Jason closes his eyes; they fly open when you stick the second bandaid above his eyebrow. 

"You can come in any way you want to," you say, face an inch away from his. "As long as you come back to me."

His gaze darts to your mouth. You don't kiss him hard. He breaks anyway.

You avoid the right side of his mouth entirely, not wanting to pull at his cut. Jason shudders into your mouth. You cup his pulse through his neck and it quickens.

His eyes are wet when you pull away. His chest heaves like he's been swinging through the city. 

"I wanna try to use the door," he says. 

You touch the bandaid on his cheek, humming. 

"Then I'll leave it unlocked." 

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #jason todd imagine #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x gender neutral reader #batman fanfiction #dc fanfic #batman imagine #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood x y/n

[ifyoucandaniel]

i know we all love our jason “reads classical literature and makes obscure literature references” todd, and usually damian is the other reader in the family and they either bond over their love for classical literature or try to kill each other. however i would like to take this a step further and say that EVERYone in the batfam are big readers. i come from a big family and all of us read in some way or another so here are my headcanons for the bats:

jason, as we know and love, is a massive classic literature buff. pride and prejudice, the brontë sisters, the iliad (he swears achilles and Patroclus are the greatest love story of all time), etc. he IS pretentious and everyone groans when classic literature is brought up in any debatable capacity. however his all time favorite book is the princess bride and he would die for buttercup. when the whole family starts watching jujutsu kaisen, jason reads the manga just so he can spoil things for damian that never actually happen. the day a new episode comes out jason tells damian panda was actually a spy and kills megumi. damian tries to kill him with his cereal spoon

while damian was with the league talia made sure he was sufficiently educated in classic literature in all their original languages, and he doesn’t mind a good classic. however i think he actually reads a lot of manga and children's classics. he read where the red fern grows and old yeller and cried, but he won’t ever admit it. he loves shonen and shojo manga, he really likes naruto and attack on titan (i can’t really decide what i think he’d like actually)

Dick is a smut slut girly!! he is in a bookclub with babs and steph where they read the sluttiest books to ever make it through publishing. He read ACOTAR and was constantly facetiming babs to rant. they're currently reading haunting adaline. Bruce once asked what the big deal was when the girls were talking to dick about fouth wing in the kitchen and they all looked at him with such offended expressions he never asked again

tim is also a pretentious fucker, but he reads dark academia. he will ride or die for Donna Tarte, his copy of the secret history is always on the desk by the batcomputer and he takes if we were villians on patrol with him. jason fucking hates his books and they're always fighting on who's taste in books is better. jason actually really loved a little life a cried seven times while reading it, but he would rather die than concede

steph is an AO3 girly!! she's part of the slut bookclub with dick and babs, but at heart she's an ao3 girly. she's also written her fair share of bruce wayne x batman fanfics. she once read a superbat fanfiction out loud to the boys and dick was absolutely enthralled, duke was morbidly facinated, damian had never been more disgusted in his life, and jason laughed so hard he almost threw up

duke reads a lot of comics (spiderman is his favorite because i say so and the MCU is their comic world), and he likes X-men and wolverine. he also really likes high fantasy and has read every book brandon sanderson has ever written

Cass like romance novels and ya books. damian acknowledges her taste in books after she defends his stance on harry potter and percy jackson being classics when jason tries to argue that they don't belong in the same category as his books. she read the cruel prince and convinced bruce to get her a snake she named percy. she reads books damian recommends and he would never actually say it out loud, but he secretly loves sharing his books with her and feels a lot closer to her because of her willingness to read what he recommends

bruce isn't typically a reader (he's too busy serving justice and kicking ass) but he will read books that his kids ask him to. he read the entire wheel of time series with duke and would go on patrols with him after just to talk about it. he read the golden compass to dick when he first took him in, and he read all of jane austen's books after jason told him he must be illiterate if he'd never picked up a classic

now what about alfred...

i dont have time to do everyone else and this is super rushed, but I just couldn't stop thinking about dick and babs having a little book club and reading the sluttiest books ever

#batfam #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown #damian wayne #barbra gordon #bruce wayne #duke thomas #batman #batfam headcanons #alfred pennyworth #i feel like i definately could have done more with this but this is just off the top of my head #i feel like i messed up a few of them but you get my point #theyr readers and theyre all besties

[spidernuggets]

hey hey girly anon here🎀

I was thinking about some jason hcs about what if jaaon and reader were hiding from a vilain but they had to hide by like pulling into an alleyway and like making out lmfao

I think with civillian reader would be so cute bc he like saves her n stuff

Idk how to word this properly but i love what u do sm

i like the way u think anon

Jason Todd x Reader

Sooo Jason definitely gave you some sort of emergency contact button. It's quick and easy, but you left it at home in another jacket or something like that.

But you think "Oh well, nothing bad's happened before."

It's dark, and you wanna get home as soon as possible so you take the shortcut that Jason told you so. many. times. not to go through. But you go that way anyway.

You run into, idk, let's say Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane. Crane has a new liquid toxin he invented, and since you just so happened to run into him, he believes you'd be a great test subject.

As soon as Crane gets close to you, Red Hood swings in, tackling him to the ground. He tells you to run and that he'll be right behind you.

You hide yourself into a nearby alleyway.

A very narrow alleyway.

When Jason is running around, trying to find you, you call out to him. So, he finds you, runs to you, and squeezes in with you. There's barely extra room. Jason's frantic and asking if you're okay or if Crane hurt you, but you're so distracted with his chest all puffed out right at your face.

Jason takes his helmet off because he's just so worried for you that he needs to breathe. But you ruin that opportunity by pulling him in for a kiss. It was supposed to be a sweet kiss. A little "thanks" for him for saving you.

But the kiss lasts longer than intended, and like two seconds later, the two of you have your tongues down each other's throats. You feel Jason's grip tightening around your waist, and your fingers tug against the hairs at the back of his neck.

The two of you almost didn't hear the "Come out wherever you are," from Crane.

When the two of you finally broke the kiss, Jason sighed because the moment was cut short. He pulled out the pistols from his holsters and was about to step out of the alley to fight Crane, but you pulled him by the collar of his leather jacket, crashing your lips against his for another starved, wet kiss before telling him to kick Scarecrow's ass.

Obviously, Jason does beat Crane's ass. Scarecrow's unconscious on the road and GCPD.are on their way because Jason has better stuff to attend to. Like his girl patiently waiting for him to come back.

"Where were we," he grunts, his hands finding their way to your ass.

He lifts you up, pinning you against the brick wall, kissing you once more.

This goes on for a while until the glare of red and blue lights appear from around the corner.

"We can continue this at home?" You suggested. Jason was quick to nod, pulling you towards his bike, wasting no time to drive the two of you to your shared home.

This isn't the first time it's happened, btw.

You have a tendency to be out at night. Is it to see Jason in action because you can't resist how good he looks? Yeah, maybe. But it's usually only minor criminals around the parts that Jason patrols. Jonathan Crane showing up was a happy accident. Either way, Jason still looked so fine while fighting.

Unfortunately, the two of you have no shame. You just loved Jason too much to care about your surroundings. So when you are out and about, and Jason is on patrol with Dick or Bruce, he's always out to see if you're wandering the streets.

One time, he saw you getting mugged, but then you kicked the criminal where the sun don't shine.

"That's my girl," he'd say to himself. Then he'd come right in front of you, pulling you to a secluded area, pulling you into a heated kiss.

But you hear someone calling out for him, but the two of you decide to ignore it. But you hear someone clear their throat.

You two turn your head and see Dick awkwardly standing their and Bruce behind him, shaking his head in disapproval.

Jason just scoffs and kisses your forehead, telling Bruce and Dick that he'll be back on patrol after he brings you home <3

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd is my life #red hood #titans jason todd #dc titans #i love jason todd #jason todd titans #red hood x reader #jason todd headcanon

[luvly-writer]

“You are my sunshine”

Jason Todd x Latina! Reader

Social Media Au

Summary: Whilst fighting a magical being, a vision of a girl, to be precise Jason’s soulmate, is shown to the batfamily.

Profiles

Status: Finished

Part 1: Introductions

Part 2: Galas and bets

Part 3: Meetings

Part 4: Dinners and numbers

Part 5: Flowers

Part 6: Siblings are annoying

Part 7: Masquerade Gala

Part 8: And so we meet again.

Part 9: Dancing with recognition

Part 10: Deals and Intimacy

Part 11: LETS DISCUSS

Part 12: Two girls can be a handful

Part 13: Batfam POV Aftermath

Part 14: Day with Damian

Part 15: She lives in daydreams with me

Part 16: Feelings bouta get complicated

Part 17: The art of alcohol and yearning for love

Part 18: we were too drunk

Part 19: Save me from this sorrow

Part 20: Sweet like honey

Part 21: Jason’s lover boy era

Part 22: Girlies and Clingy

Part 23: Jason Todd is a whore and Steph is a menace

Part 24: Grounded and missing home

Part 25: Salsa?

Part 26: Red Hood stan?

Part 27: I know what the chaos brings

Part 28: It chaos, we love

Part 29: You are my safe heaven

Part 30: Darkness, violence, and all

Part 31: Wayne’s Night In

Part 32: She is the moment!

Part 33: We slowly heal

Part 34: Halloween

Part 35: We give thanks

Part 36: Thanks indeed

Part 37: Nola Took it Personally

Part 38: Hello Caribbean!

Part 39: Meeting the Family

Part 40: This love of ours

Part 41: Welcome Back!

Part 42: A year of Preparations

Part 43: The Wedding Article

Part 44: Dear lovebirds,

Part 45: Happily ever after!

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Extras:

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[restwellsoon]

a daydream with jason todd + praise kink <3 (nsfw)

Thanks for sending something in!

Pairing: Jason Todd x GN!Reader

Warnings: smut, oral sex (male receiving) with mentioned cum swallowing, praise kink, a healthy balance of degradation and fluff

A/N: This is for all the girlies (gender neutral) who are feeling under appreciated at work. Jason sees you <3

"Aw, you want a gold star for a job well done at work?"

His tone could easily be misconstrued as mockery, but the kisses that started at the nape of your neck and ended on your shoulder told you otherwise. Jason's hands trailed on either side of you as a half-massage, the motion already a reward in itself.

His stiffness pressed behind you as an alternative. "How 'bout something better?"

Half-turned to give him an enthusiastic yes, he pressed a finger to your lips. "Easy now. You have to earn it. We're talking about a different kind of lip service here."

The baritone of his approval hummed through his chest as you quickly got to your knees, making light work of his pants.

His cock sprung out, already eager for your attention as you wasted no time in taking half his length while one hand stroked the remaining shaft.

"Took 'em long enough, huh?" He murmured, as if you two were having a normal conversation. "I mean, I always knew how diligent you are with your work - from completing tasks on time to even just showing the fuck up. But,"-and he took a sharp inhale here as you swallowed him whole-"it's good that others are finally recognizing your work ethic."

The sweep of your hair into his fist was an act of affection as Jason's hips gently rocked with your rhythm.

Half-jokingly, half-interested, he asked, "Does acknowledging your competence turn you on?" You nodded. "Well, I don't think you're just competent. You're proficient, baby. Savvy even, as some might say."

That's what you loved and hated about this man. Jason could say the goofiest shit and still make it incredibly sexy.

And as silly as he could be, he could easily turn up the seduction if he felt like it.

His hand tugged a bit more roughly on your hair, giving your mouth a few hard pumps.

"Do you even know how fucking good you look with those pretty lips wrapped around this cock? I don't care if you know. I'm telling you again. You look incredible."

To prove his point, he brushed the hair that clung to your face, pushing it away so he could get a better look at you. Those pale blue eyes looked down with adoration.

Jason pulled and pushed the entirety of his length between your lips, savoring the sound of sucking and the wet pop of his head as he pushed back in, his pace going faster and faster until he released.

You gave each other a moment of silence as Jason caught his breath and you gave your jaw a break.

"That's my babe," he teased, helping you rise to your feet. "No one does it like you do."

A Token of Sleep | event / Jason Todd's Masterlist / Rest's Main M.list

#jason todd x reader #rest writes #a token of sleep with rest #jason todd x gn!reader #x gn!reader

[strangeshoepatrolbandit]

Batfam x reader hc

This is headcanons for the batboys with a S/O that's into "Girly" stuff?? Like hair, nails, makeup, clothes, skincare.....y'know? Essentially keeping themselves groomed. No specific gender is used in this though

Warnings: says the word "suffocating", calls reader beautiful, calls reader gorgeous, calls reader hot, and says RIP as a joke...

Everybody is probably OC...sorry...

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Dick Grayson

Dick is the most likely to do all of these things with you.

Like he'll go with you to the hair salon and get a trim.

Or he'd accompany you to the nail salon, getting a mani-pedi whilst you get whatever you like.

He'd also sit at home with you while you paint each other's nails.

Dick would sit next to you and watch you as you do your makeup, he'd occasionally ask you about the use of some things, or he'd ask to do something for you.

Loves when you sit on his lap to do a full glam look on him, or he'd even lay his head on your legs.<33

Dick probably uses a light foundation and some concealer when he goes out!!

Dick will take you out and go on shopping sprees, and would pay for absolutely everything.(even if you object)

He would also want to have a fashion show when your in the changing room, or at home after you buy clothes yourself. LMAO

Dick 100% has the most extravagant skincare routine.

And he would definitely sit down with you and do facemasks whilst drinking wine in your pajamas at night.

The two of you also do your skincare routines together in mornings/nights that yall are together.

I just think Dick is a well groomed person.

I love him:)

Jason Todd

Jason totally supports whatever you do, and compliments even the smallest change you make to your appearance.

Once you went out to get a trim, and when you came home Jason took one look at you and goes "it looks amazing:)".

If you were thinking you should change the color/style/length he would always assure you that it would look gorgeous

One time you came home with black hair and a white stripe in the front to match his hair... he almost cried because of how good you looked.

He loves sitting in the bathroom with you while you dye your hair, he also loves doing it for you.

On the days that you go to the nail salon, you always wakeup with extra money in your wallet.

Never forgets to ask to see them whenever you get home.

Jason is also someone who would just sit and watch you do your makeup, he'd maybe even let you do his.

Whenever you run out of a product there is always a replacement that comes not that long after.(the two of you never bring it up though)

I feel like Jason wouldn't go to the Gotham shopping centers whenever you go for clothes, because the crowds make him feel a little suffocated.

But if he did, he would hold almost every bag, and would love to pick out things that he thinks would look good on you.<3

Just like his older brother Dick, he would sit in the living room, with a headband on his head, a show on the TV, and a facemask on his face. You are obviously right next to him doing the same.

Jason is the type of guy to wash his face with some crappy 1$ cleanser that he forgets to use, but always has moisturizer and sunscreen on.

Tim Drake

Tim probably doesn't share your enthusiasm for all of these but supports you.

Just like Jason he more than likely notices even the most minuscule changes in your appearance. (They are literally detectives)

He'd also 100% pay for absolutely everything you get done(we all agree that Tim treats Bernard like a sugar baby at times, right?)

"Y'know you don't have to pay for everything, right Tim?" You stated as you walked into your home, Tim who was currently sitting on the couch turned to look at you, and a tired smile bloomed on his face. "You look beautiful." :)))

Whenever you come home with a new hair color/cut he just gives you this look of approval.

Tim likes picking out colors/shapes for your nails, but he loves whatever you get regardless.

I feel like he'd stop by whilst you're getting them done just to drop off a coffee, then speed off somewhere he's needed.

Tim probably went through a phase where he wore eyeliner, sometimes he even dabbles in some concealer.

Just like Jason, he replaces the things you run out of without you having to say anything.

Sometimes when he eventually does get to sleep, you put makeup on him and take a thousand pictures that you send to his siblings.

He'll go out shopping with you because he likes buying you things, it's his way of making sure you know he loves you.

I wouldn't look at anything too long because he will just take it off the shelf and carry on.

He likes when he's at work and gets pictures of your outfit that day, especially if your wearing something he's bought you recently.<3

I'll say it, Tim has no skincare routine.

You'd have to force him to at least buy a facial wash.

You've also bought him a moisturizer but he forgets to wear it.</333

Bruce Wayne

I feel like it depends on what Bruce were talking about.

The "normal rich boy persona" Bruce would absolutely love taking care of you.

He'd pay for your haircuts, and hype you up as soon as you get back home.

If the paparazzi brings up any change you've made he'd totally be all like "yeah!! That's my partner arent they hot???!!!"

Like Dick, he'd accompany you whilst you get your nails done, he's right next to you getting his own done. (Okay, probably not if you get like....acrylics)

Bruce is also a make-up wearer, maybe a tinted moisturizer and some concealer, sometimes he's seen sporting an eyeshadow look.

You get a new makeup product almost every day as a gift.

He'd also take you out shopping quite often, he's someone who would enjoy a little fashion show whenever you're picking out outfits.

(He's the type to hold all of your bags.)

Dick took after Bruce with the skincare routine, Bruce has almost everything.

He could "put you out of business" with the number of steps in his routine.

He'd sit in a facemask and a bottle of wine, with or without you.

If we are talking about..let's say Battinson then he's not personally into what you do, but supports you.

He'd still offer to pay for everything you do, if you decline he will sometimes sneak you money.

He wouldn't comment on what you change unless you show it to him. (He does notice)

Although sometimes in the security of your shared room he just can't help but compliment every little thing about you.

This man drowns in eyeliner. <33

Rip this man's skin.....no skincare routine... :(

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I hope you enjoyed this!<3 Also "Brotherly Love pt.2" is still being written so please be patient with me....

I feel like I wrote them all the same...but idk.

#x reader #batman #bruce wayne #batboys #batbros #batsiblings #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader #x reader headcanons #x gn reader

[idyllcy]

shoujo moments in my life with the robins

word count: 870

summary: anything is romanticizeable if you're delusional enough /j

𓅫. your crush cooking for you when you're sick - Jason Todd

Your head is splitting apart, and you think you're going to die. Sure, this happens every year thanks to your shitty immune system, but it's also NOT a fun experience. You might lose your life at this rate (you're being dramatic. you know.) but it does feel terrible. The door to your room creaks open slightly, and you manage to groan as a greeting. "You good? Heard you were sick." Jason speaks up, blinking at you owlishly. "Feel terrible." You mumble back. "Want anything?" "Sleep." You knock out immediately after. Jason, sweetheart Jason, sweet 11-year-old Jason, walks down the stairs at Wayne Manor and heads to the kitchen, asking Alfred for some fruit and tomatoes, cuts them up for you, sprinkling sugar on the tomatoes for you. Alfred looks, eyes fond as Jason takes the plate upstairs. You hear the door open again, voice scratchy as it comes out of your throat. "Who is it?" "I brought you fruit." "Leave it on the table, please." You mumble. "Thank you." "Of course." When you feel better a couple hours later, you bring it downstairs to share with Jason, a smile on your face, flush on your cheeks, warm with appreciation for the boy, all while Jason checks your temperature to make sure you're fine.

𓅫. a summer fling with a boy you'll never see again - Tim Drake

The summer sun burns into your skin while the breeze sends chills down your spine as you walk down from your cabin to the main tent. Your roommate reminds you of which team the two of you are on, and it's really unassuming. The camp is normal until it's not. It's normal until your fingers are brushing Tim's as your cramming to get the stupid car working, and it's normal until Tim has his hand on your shoulder, anxiety all over his face at the thought of not winning. It's normal until Tim steps next to you every chance he gets, his bias for you showing clearly in your group. You barely know him. Until a day ago, he was just some stranger to you. Then, he's one of the closest to you in the group. He's cheering for you when you're dying on the climb up, and he's next to you on the bus ride back. He's next to you when you're decoding a puzzle, and he's next to you at every chance he gets. But you'll never see him again. Even when the two of you are talking about the rest of summer's plans, you know you'll never see him again. He's too far away. But you cherish the last moments with him, tilting your head to bully him for not learning your name, knowing well that Tim does know your name. He called you on the second day, eyes digging into yours, something spiking through your chest. a mutual i like you hangs in the air, but that's the end of your story. You never get his number.

𓅫. getting your shoelaces tied by a boy in your class - Dick Grayson

You're young, eyes big and frustrated, and you've just made the change to actual laces instead of velcro. You're part of the cool kids club now— except you aren't. You have no idea how to tie your shoelaces. You step out of the girls bathroom, looking around for your bathroom buddy, noticing your laces have come untied. Dick tilts his head at you as you wince at your untied laces, and he drops down to reach for your laces. "What are you doing?!" "Tying your laces." Dick smiles up at you. "You can just teach me..." You trail off, frowning. "Yes, but we're in the middle of an activity in class right now, so we're in a hurry. Have madame send me with you next time and I can teach you." He smiles at you as he stands up. "Come on." True to his word, the next time the two of you leave for the bathroom, he sits you on one of the benches only the older kids were allowed to sit on and shows you how to tie your laces, grinning at you, missing a front tooth, waiting as you tie your laces over and over again, all the way until you could do it without questioning your ability. "thank... you." You mumble, cheeks red with embarrassment. "Of course." He grins.

𓅫. an ex-crush who liked you the most amongst the class - Damian Wayne

You're at a class reunion— or, something along the lines of that. You were called by a friend to take a photo together as a group, and you dragged another friend along, another old classmate of the same class, and the two of you wait in the lobby of the cafeteria. You hope you don't need to talk to Damian, your middle school crush on him was embarrassing enough on its own. Then, your friend arrives, and you rush over, missing the way Damian steps through the glass doors too. Your other friend follows behind you as you greet him, and in that moment, Damian walks past you, green eyes digging into yours, before he steps next to you, speaking to your friend too, light conversation before he turns his attention to you, tilting his head. "Heard you're going to the same college as me." "A-ah? yeah." You smile awkwardly, feeling the nerves from middle school crawl up your back again. You curse yourself for never getting the closure you needed. "What's your major?" You tilt your head. "Didn't I tell you?" "Did you? I must've forgot." He hums. "my apologies." Your major slips past your lips, and his does too, and your friend on the side perks up, mentioning that she was studying the same major as him. You tilt your head to look back a her before Damian ignores what she's said, going back to you— and your heart races, being favored so obviously in front of everyone else. and before you leave, he catches you, smile on his face, away from the rest of the class. "I'll see you in college?" "Y-yeah!" You smile. "See you then."

𓅫. putting on makeup for you - Steph Brown

"Stay still." Steph mumbles, hand on your face, tilting it so that she could get a better angle. You hold your breath as she does, closing your eyes as she brushes the eyeliner on. Your heart races in your chest as she pulls back, staring at both of your eyes, puffing out her cheeks. "Steph? You good?" "You look good. Too good. I need to jump you good." You bark out a laugh, throwing your head back as you laugh. "Alright. Lipstick next." Steph grins. "pucker up babes." "You want a kiss while we're at it?" You wiggle your brows. "Oh? I sure do." Steph winks, pressing the lipstick to your lips as she does, and she pulls back when she finishes. "There. Now your prom look is finished." "Do I look like I could pull?" "I'd fuck you right now." "I'M BEING VIOLATEDDDD!!!" You fake a shriek. Steph tilts her head as she looks at you, and she grins. You look really good.

i ran out of brain juice in the end sorry lol

#DUKE STANS I AM GETTING THERE I AM TRYING IM READING HIS STUFF I PROMISE #maybe the next post like this #also surprise steph girlies #stephanie brown x reader #damian wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #guys guys guys please reblog n comment? please? kisses for u? pls? #tim drake x reader

[ponyosfrogg]

girlies we're in trouble.

I HAVE A WEREWOLF FEVER RIGHT NOW!

I keep reminding myself I'm writing Inbetween fic right now but I'm 🤏🏻 this close to write about Werewolf!Jason todd x reader x Officer!Dick Grayson GOD HELP ME TO CONTAIN MY EXCITEMENT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #batfamily fic #batfamily #batman #bruce wayne #fan fiction #someone help #i'm losing my mind #god help my soul #BUT THINK ABOUT THE HOT SCENES WE COULD HAVE #THIS FANDOM NEEDS ANOTHER WEREWOLF FIC ABOUT BATFAM #AND I'M HERE TO SERVE

[helplesslytheirs]

random character rambles </3

♱ Tip For the girlies, listen to Hotel, 2 seater, Bathroom or Altitude by Montell Fish

x Female reader <3 - smut !!

Simon Henriksson who has you laid down on the bed, shaking and crying, knees weak, thighs shaking— your ass up high as his thick shaft drives into your swollen puffy cunt, his thrust sloppy and lazy yet he still knows how to hit at the right spots—his cock throbbing especially that thick vein at the side of his dick, it pulses against your tightening walls. You softly whimper and let out whined breaths as his seed drips down from your slick and to your thighs, the sight and feeling makes him chuckle lowly and makes you shiver from the spine up.

“C’mon älskling…want more of ya— want more of your tight cunt wrapping around my fat dick.”

David Leatherhoff who has his big fingerless gloved hand clasp over your lips as his teeth bites at the back of your neck, his thick fingers thrusting at a fast pace in and out of your wet pussy, your soft moans and breaths muffled from his gloved palm as monsters groaned and moaned for your attention to grab at your body—to be your next problem to deal with but the only problem you have right now is the monster of a man that has his thick fingers pumping into you, His hard strained cock against your ass as he continues his assault on your poor cunt.

“Oh F-fuck..d-don’t make to much noise now baby, don’t wanna get caught cause I’m finger-fucking you so good..”

(Aged up) Kenny McCormick who has his cock inside of you, stretching you out while his hands lays dormant on your hips—holding you on his cock like a pretty little doll as he makes you sit on his cock and warm it up for him, just for him. Your thighs tucked beside his as you straddle him, sitting on his big dick while you squirm and plead for him to move, but you only get a low hum as he holds you in place a cocky smirk on his face. Occasionally having him thrust up into you just to see you let out a shocked moan, that’s followed by a soft whimper like cry as you plead for more.

“Don’t be such a needy lil’ whore now hm, pretty ? Now be a good girl and warm my cock.”

(Aged Up) Craig Tucker who has you pinned up against a wall in the closet room of the school, his hot breath against your ears as his grunts and breaths grazes against them, while he does no effort to keep you quiet, fucking you hard inside of the closet room of the school—you clasp your hand over your lips as you try to muffle yourself not wanting to attract anyones attention, and when you do a small growl like huff admits from his throat as his hips abruptly stops snapping against yours, that pleasure in your body slowly fades which makes you whine and clench around his dick earning a small hiss from him, his breathing still hot and heavy. His yellow eyes slowly trace up towards your eyes as he stares into them with those familiar cold eyes you were so familiar with.

“Do that one more fucking time and I’ll fuck you in the principals office with the mic in your throat.”

Jason Todd who has your lips wrapped around his pretty cock, you’re only 1/4 way on his dick and you can’t press yourself to take up more in fear that your jaw is going to sore—but on the other hand you want to be a good girl and pleasure him, you’re a people pleaser after all. You breath in a deep breath through your nose as your hands prod themselves on his thick thighs—a loud impatient sigh leaves his lips and not long after you could feel yourself gag and choke, your breath cut short as your throat tightens, tears prick at the corner of your eyes, you let out a chocked whine before it was rudely interrupted by a sudden snap into your poor throat— you gag and tears slip pass your eyes as he crudely smiles and grunts as he uses your mouth as a flesh-light. You chocked your pleas and whines but it was no use, his hips kept its speed while his cock throat fucks you.

“Hah-…M’baby, so scared to take in my big fat cock down her throat— Fuck, so good for me— such a good fuck-toy”

Dick Grayson who’s so pussy hungry for your sex, his tongue slowly moving up against your slick, sucking on your sensitive bud his big calloused hands steadily holding onto your inner thighs squeezing at the flesh as he groans and huff out hot breath against your needy cunt—his tongue tongue flicking against your pussy as his lips starts to kiss and groan into your slick as he eats you out like a man who hasn’t eaten in weeks—his groans sends vibrations towards your spine which makes you try to squeeze and close your thighs but with how strong his hands were holding onto them your attempts were futile—only giving you a small growl of warning to your attempts.

“Keep your legs open for me baby..you taste so fuckin’—..goood...gonna make you sit on my face sweetheart’..”

Tim Drake who has you riding him, his big dick entering and exiting your sensitive sex your soft praise and his whinny groans fill the room but his eyes burning—as if he was holding himself back. Suddenly his hands slowly wrap around your hips pinching at the fat wand flesh there, gently holding you before he lets out a soft groan which makes you stare at him before your face contorts into pure pleasure— he didn’t like being below you, he wanted power. He wanted to fuck you so good your legs were sore at the thought of him—he thrusts up against your cervix hitting all the good spots, while you slowly hold onto his pelvis moaning and begging, he gives out a soft smile and praise as he watches you get fucked from the bottom.

"O-Oh...F-Fuck s-sorry baby— wanna f-fuck you for so fuckin' l-long now—..wanna r-ravage you—...wanna..wanna manhandle m-m'pretty girl..."

Wally West who has you edged, overstimulated and coming all over for the 7th time, his hips slowly rolling against your wet cunt grinding the tip of his cock to stroke that specific spot inside of you—and when he does you’d be crying and squirming as his tip rubs and massages your insides, you whine and sniffle as your brain fogs and suddenly his hips would start thrusting against that spot at high speed—using his power to kiss at your bullied cervix with the mere tip of his cock.

“Oh Doll-..C’mon one more..o-one more for Daddy...Didn’t m’good girl say she could keep up… Hm ?”

Hal Jordan who has his bulge against your clothed sex, grinding your needy pussy over his clothed bulge making him groan and sigh as you whimper and whine for him to fuck you, to manhandle you— but he only keeps on denying you as his big hands grab at your sides pinching at the fats around it, toying it in between his fingers while his hips thrust up. You let out a soft hitched breath, shaky breaths escapes your lips as the ball music and chatter outside sounded so muffled inside whoever’s bedroom you both have locked yourselves in. His hips greedily grind and jut against yours, tilting his head back as low breaths escapes his parted lips.

“Jesus fucking Christ baby be patient, yeah ? Let me enjoy your begs—, sounds like music in my ears..”

Bruce Wayne who has you on his big cock while he works, sitting there prettily as you beg for him to move or at least do something—he only responds with a low chuckle his hands rubbing slow circles around your lower back, his other hand on his desk signing a his agreements and disagreements about his work, reading over the complains and problems while his throbbing hard cock was inside of your walls—you clench and try to grind on him but he puts his hands on your hips and gives you a stern glare.

“C’mon baby, be a good girl for daddy…yeah ? Daddy needs to work, now be a good lil’ slut and sit still…”

Matt Murdock who has you bent over his desk who has his large hands over your soft breast, kneading them, pinching at your nipples his free hand nestled in between your thighs—his fingers digging and toying with your bud as he finger fucks you, your slick dripping down to his knuckles as he grinds his hard cock against your ass occasionally thrusting his hips against yours to get any sort of friction to ease his need for you. He chuckles lowly as he starts to spread your walls with his fingers and add a third finger as he starts to pump you with his thick long fingers, your slick starts to leak down even more as you cry and moan.

“Don’t be too loud now darlin’… keep your voice for me when I fuck you good and hard..”

I wanted to write more but I got lazy HDGHJD anyways, time to eat y'all if the grammer bad it aint my fault Ladies !! Wrote this with one hand !!

Edited note : I thought people would know Kenny and Craig were aged up but nvm !

#simon henriksson x reader #cry of fear #david leatherhoff x reader #afraid of monsters #south park #south park x reader #Kenny Mccormick x reader #craig tucker x reader #Dc #dc comics #dc x reader #Jason Todd x Reader #RedHood x reader #Dick Grayson x reader #Nightwing x reader #Wally west x reader #Kid Flash x reader #Tim Drake x reader #Red Robin x reader #Hal Jordan x reader #Green lantern x reader #Bruce Wayne x Reader #Batman x reader #Matt Murdock x reader #DareDevil x reader #smut

[sanguineterrain]

Hiii, discovered your fics on AO3 and they’re very my jam! If you’re still taking requests, could I suggest something where Jason rescues you, an angsty hurt/comfort? Maybe they’re pining for each-other and maybe confront/confess their feelings, or are already together, up to you.

No worries if not 😊😊 Thanks for the good words ❤️🖤

Hey I know you! Thanks for leaving nice comments over yonder 🥰 Idk if I really delivered on this prompt but I hope you like it anyway lol 😅 I combined this prompt with another I received about Jason and the reader fighting before the reader is hurt/kidnapped.

jason todd x fem!reader. tw: creepy men, crime alley, injured reader, jason shoots people (🎶whatta mighty good man🎶)

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"If you don't know who this is, you shouldn't be fucking calling. Leave a message after the beep or whatever."

Beeeep!

"Jay, it's me. Can we please talk? You can't ignore me forever. I want us to fix this. I—" You swallow hard. "I miss you."

You sigh, rubbing your forehead as you think of what to say. You've already left three unanswered messages. There's no more for you to say. You just want things to be fixed.

You want your best friend back.

"Okay. Call me when you can."

You hang up and pocket your phone.

The fight was stupid. Jason doesn't respond well to being pushed, but you pushed him anyway. You wanted to know where he disappeared to at night. You were sick of the secrets, of always feeling like you were three steps behind, left in the dark.

If you really cared about me, you would tell me where you go.

Jason had stilled, expression cold.

I don't owe you anything.

Your voice had turned wobbly then.

Jay, don't I mean anything to you? I want you to trust me, I want this to be a normal friendship!

He'd put on his jacket and collected the few things he left in your apartment.

You're right. You deserve normal.

You haven't spoken since. At first, you thought Jason left for a few hours to cool down. So you gave him space.

But then hours turned to days, and now it's been a full week and a half since you'd fought. Last night, you broke down and cried. This is it. You've lost him for good.

Part of you fears the reality is darker than him just leaving. You've long suspected that whatever Jason goes out to do is probably illegal since he's always out at night.

What if you're called down to the police station to identify a body?

All those things left unsaid. Jason will never know you love him.

Screw this. You're going to his apartment.

It's late. It's really late, and this is actually not the best idea to carry out at eight o'clock at night in Crime Alley. There's a reason Jason always insists on hanging out at your apartment or at a cafe.

A man whistles at you down the street. "Goin' somewhere, girlie?"

This was a bad idea. Jason might be the one who has to ID a body tonight.

You can't remember which of these apartments is his. But you can't call him. He can't know you're here, not yet.

"You shouldn't be here, lady!" a kid shouts at you from a fire escape. "He don't like new people on his turf!"

You don't take the time to figure out who the kid means. Crime Alley is known for, well, crime. The sooner you can locate Jason's apartment, the better.

A group of men light cigarettes down the road. You pause and turn around. In the process, you stumble over a garbage can.

That instantly draws their attention.

"Well, what have we here?" one jeers. "You lost, sweetie?"

You run.

You don't care if it makes you look afraid—you are afraid, and you're beyond caring. You shouldn't have come here.

You turn abruptly. You have no idea where you're going, but maybe if you act like you do, you'll throw them off. You take another turn, then another, and you look behind you to check if—

Wham!

You crash into a body. A muscled body, one that forces you backwards.

White, glowing eyes that smolder inside a red helmet meet your own.

Jason's never warned you about the Red Hood. He just tells you to stay away from the area altogether. You don't really need to be warned about Hood anyway. You know what he's about. You know you've probably just sealed your fate tonight.

"What the fuck?" he asks, modulated voice rough.

"I'm sorry," you babble. "Please don't hurt m—"

Gunshots ring out, and you realize you've just stumbled into an active gunfight. With Red Hood.

Fuck your luck.

The gunmen have spotted you, and they take great pleasure in using you as a distraction; they fire at you instead of Hood.

He shields you with his body, blocking the bullets. It works until a flash grenade is thrown, and you're separated from Hood, ears ringing. You hit the ground hard from the impact, scraping your hands and arms.

Someone's arm wraps around your neck, and you're suddenly dragged backward. You scream, scratching at the arm, and a fist thumps your head. You blink at the pain, too dazed to keep fighting.

"We had a deal, Hood!" your captor shouts, arm tightening around your neck. "Let us go or she dies!"

"Negation's over," Red Hood snarls, and shoots all four men.

You cry as the shot echoes too close to your face and for a moment, you fear you've been shot too. The now dead man slips off of you, collapsing in a heap on the ground.

Your ankle protests when you step on it. In the chaos of the fight, you hadn't realized you sprained it. You trip and fall on your butt, scrambling away from the pooling blood.

"What are you doing here?" Hood growls at you, stalking closer.

You start to cry, edging backward.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your fight, please d-don't kill me—"

You press down hard on your wrist and that hurts more than your ankle. You cry harder at the pain, grabbing your wrist.

Red Hood gets closer, and you try to scramble away with one arm and one leg. He kneels down and holds your good arm in place so you can't move.

"I'm sorry!" you say again, tears thick on your lashes.

"Fuck," Hood says roughly, and unlocks his helmet.

Your eyes widen as he pulls it off.

"J—"

"I told you to never come to this area, and you come alone, in the fucking dark, without a weapon? What the hell is wrong with you?" Jason snarls.

"Please don't yell at me," you whisper, covering your face with your hands.

You're shaking, adrenaline turning your stomach. A moment later, you throw up.

"Shit," Jason says and puts a hand on your stomach to help you sit back up. "Shit, I'm an asshole. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell."

"I thought you died," you say, daring to look at him. "You weren't answering my calls, and you only go out at night. I thought..."

Jason immediately looks avalanched by guilt. He cradles you to his chest.

"Fuck. I'm sorry. I should've—I thought it would be better, leaving."

"I didn't want you to leave," you cry, arms curling around his neck. "I love you so much, Jay. I was so scared. Don't leave me again."

Jason's breath hitches. You freeze, suddenly sure you've screwed it all up.

"Jay—"

"Y'love me?" he asks, cupping your cheek.

You nod emphatically.

"Even though I'm..." He gestures to the helmet.

"I'm just happy you're alive," you say. "I missed you so much, Jason."

His arms tighten around you. "God, I missed you too, baby. I was going crazy not talking to you. I'm sorry I ignored you. Wasn't right of me. But don't ever do this again, okay? If I hadn't been here—"

He takes a shuddering breath and kisses your neck. You nod against his shoulder.

"I promise. Just don't shut me out again, please."

Jason's quiet for a moment. You can feel him thinking.

"This isn't gonna be normal," he says. "If-if we do this. This is part of me. Who I am."

"I don't care," you say. "I love you, Jay. Every part. Whatever that entails."

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood x you #batman fanfiction #dc fanfiction #i do notttt like how this one came out but im lowkey struggling to write this week so. oh well 😔 #inbox #blurb

[wordsfromthesol]

The Set-Up

Author: @wordsfromthesol Taglist: @zphilophobiaz @anousiemay @malfoys-demigod @pricetagofficial Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: You are Dinah's younger sister. Word Count: 2,410 A/N: I know it’s been awhile so if anyone wants on/off a taglist just let me know!

"Alright, Roy, you got me here. What's so important?" You called out as you stumbled into what the Outlaws deemed a safehouse. Their standards were pretty low.

"We needed a fourth, okay! Go get Jason and I'll brief everyone." Roy hurried you out of the room that he and Kory were already set up in. You sauntered up to the closed door and knocked.

"Jason, you decent?" You shouted as your fist rapped against the wood.

"Well I'm not morally decent, but I'm wearing pants if that's what you're asking. Though I can be without pants if that's what you prefer --" Jason's voice trailed off as he swung open the door and was met with your face. Clearly, he figured the person on the other side would be Roy or Kory. His face slightly reddened as he reached back and grabbed a shirt.

"I mean…maybe not right now. Roy needs to go over the mission with us." You winked at his obvious embarrassment before trotting off in the direction you came from. Jason quickly caught up with you.

"I…uh…I didn't know Roy asked you for help."

"Yeah he didn't really tell me much. Just that you guys needed a fourth. Not sure why he thinks I'll make that much of a difference.

"Guess we should go find out." Jason raced past you, hoping to avoid further embarrassment, but stopped dead in his tracks as he entered the living room. Roy and Kory were both staring at him, trying to hold back fits of laughter. "What is this all-important mission Y/N was recruited on?" He asked in an attempt to redirect their attention. You walked in behind Jason just in time to get the answer.

"Not really all-important…" Roy's voice reeked of mischief, "just better to have four than three. Then we can do two teams."

"You do know that I have my own agenda. I'm not just sitting around waiting for your call."

"Oh Y/N/N! Don't think of it like that, I practically begged him to ask you. I seriously need some more girl time." Kory piped in to release some of the building tension.

"Uh-huh, sure. Roy, what are we doing?"

"Right. Human trafficking, finally got a hit on this group. Think it's their main smuggling port. There are two docks to check, so two teams. See, I do have a plan. Kinda…"

"Hm mm" you mumbled, still not fully believing him, but you let him continue anyways. You didn't fly out here for nothing.

**

Hours had passed and the four of you sat near the docks, waiting for the cover of nightfall. The smugglers, however, did not. You grabbed Jason's arm and began running towards the dock as soon as you saw a boat pulling into the harbor.

"What are you doing?" Jason mumbled as he ran to keep up with you.

"Are you blind? There's a container ship pulling into the docks. The dock that Roy told us to watch."

"The sun is still setting. There's no way they'd be that stupid." He tried to reason with you, but your pace didn't slow.

"Maybe they just paid the right people. Or killed them." You retorted though the timing was eerily suspicious. Both of you came to a halt when you only saw four guys. Sure, they had guns…but it definitely wasn't enough to warrant extra help. You glanced over at Jason in utter disbelief. "You want me to sit this one out or…"

"Let's just get it over with." Jason was clearly just as agitated as you were. The "battle" lasted only a few seconds and your trip back to the rendezvous spot was completed in utter silence.

"So…Roy. Why the fuck was I needed here?" Holding nothing back, you cried out as soon as you saw his red costume appear in the distance.

"Woah, hold up there. Must've gotten some bad intel. It happens. Better safe than sorry."

"Yeah well next time be sure. I do have my own cases and crime rings to dismantle." You walked off in a huff, determined to find your own way back. You didn't know what exactly Roy was up to, but you knew you wouldn't like it.

**

Months passed since the pointless mission with the Outlaws. You had gotten back to Miami, your home for the time being as you investigated a new drug trade route coming up from South America. Finally, you had made some progress, only said progress led to you being pinned down behind some wooden barrels.

"These aren't going to last long," you mumbled as you dialed Kory on your phone. No answer. "Fuck." Roy was next.

"Y/N, can this wait --" You hear the wind get pushed out of him just as the sentence finished.

"Hm not really. Kinda been pissing off the wrong people and now I'm pinned down."

"Fuck." Roy mumbled as he threw a punch towards the jaw of the unsuspecting thug.

"I tried Kory, but -- shit…" You watched as the barrels splintered around you.

"Off-world. I'm patching in Jas --" Roy stopped a syllable short, you assumed dodging his own bullets. You didn't wait for him to finish.

"Yeah look. I'm in Miami." You heard Jason mumble your name but continued on. You didn't know how much longer you would have. "Pretty sure they'll take me alive. Heard through the grapevine the boss wants the honors himself." You sucked in a sharp breath as you felt a bullet pierce through your shoulder. You took a few steadying breaths before continuing. "I have a tracer in my mask. I'll try to keep it on as long as I can. If you can't track it for some reason, call my sister." You didn't hang up the call before slowly raising your hands above the splintered barrels. "Take me to your leader," you exclaimed in your best alien impression, all while trying not to laugh.

"Do you think this is a game?!" One of the thugs screamed at you as they inched closer. You just shrugged, waiting to either be killed or taken. "Well grab her, idiots!" Two men hesitantly walked towards you, guns still drawn.

"Should I tie myself up? Would that be easier?" At this point, your sarcasm was the only thing keeping you sane. Finally, they got within striking distance and everything went black.

"Y/N? What's happening?!" Jason frantically began calling out your name as he was met with silence. Roy eventually spoke up.

"Jason. I hope you're on your way. I'll meet up with you as soon as I can, but I need to get ahold of Dinah first." Roy had no idea what he was going to say to her.

"Even in the jet, it's going to take 2 hours to get there…" The reality of the situation set it. "But I'm taking off now." Jason tried to push the horrific thoughts from his mind.

**

You woke up tied to a wooden chair. Not surprising.

"So, where's the boss?" You forced the words out, willing yourself into consciousness.

"Don't worry girlie, he's on his way…though I suppose there's nothing wrong with having a little fun first." The goon smirked as he flipped a knife in his hands.

"Well, you wouldn't want to damage the merchandise." You could tell he wasn't sold, so you continued. "I mean I'm dead either way, right? Wouldn't want you to risk your life as well…" He just stared blankly at you while the gears turned in his mind. Finally, he let out an exasperated huff and turned his back to you. At least you were able to buy yourself a little more time. Though you had a feeling it still wouldn't be enough. As your head began spinning, you looked down at your shoulder. The blood was still pouring out of the wound. "Of course…" you mumbled as the dizziness intensified. You were going to have to think of something quickly.

"So, how'd you get stuck with this job? Or are you just some disposable errand boy who got lucky?" You began antagonizing him as you attempted to saw through the ropes with the small blade that discharged out of your gloves.  

"Lucky?" He turned towards you with a villainous look plastered across his face. He sauntered towards you and placed his hands on either side of the chair. "I've been following you. I know your patterns. When you strike. That ambush was calculated and planned. Boss sent me 'cuz he knew I'd get the job done." Before he could push himself up from the chair, you launched forward, ramming your head into his. As he crashed to the floor, another burly man rushed into the room. You managed to free one of your legs just in time. As he stumbled backward you bent down in an attempt to free your other leg. The man lunged at you again. Pulling the other leg free, you circle around and hurled the chair at him. You let out a huge sigh of relief and slid to the floor as he landed atop the first assailant.

**

Jason watched as men patrolled around the building. Just as he was about to move Roy's voice came over the comm, "Have you found her? What's the situation? I'm still an hour out."

"I found her. They have four guards patrolling. Heavily armed. I found an opening."

"Four patrolling…you can't get any intel about who's inside? I think you should wait for me to get there." Roy already knew there was no hope of that.

"We may not have a chance if I wait. I'm going in."

Jason heard his best friend sigh, before eventually relenting. "Keep me updated. I'll be there when I can." Jason saw his opening coming up again. He moved quickly and quietly, sliding into the open door. He took in his surroundings, trying to not alert anyone of his presence unless absolutely necessary. He didn't want to give any of them a reason to shoot you…that is, if you were still alive. As he rounded the corner, he came face to face with a brutish man. Jason launched himself forward, knocking them both to the ground as he muffled the goon's mouth with his hand and encapsulated his neck. It only took a few seconds before the guard was out cold and Jason continued lurching down the hallway. He stopped short of a closed door. Jason took a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever awaited him on the other side.

**

You were jolted awake a few moments later and looked around to find the two men still unconscious on the ground. Crawling over, you pulled at one of their jackets and cut off a long piece. It took the last bit of your energy to tie it around your still bleeding shoulder. As your eyes began to flutter closed once again, they shot open at the sound of the door opening. You forced your head upwards and let out a faint chuckle at the familiar Red Hood that looked down at you.

"Solis!" Jason's eyes went wide as he saw the amount of blood in the room. "Shit alright. I need you to stay awake, okay?" You nodded and forced your eyes open as Jason dove down beside you, properly retying the fabric around your shoulder. Jason stared at you for a few moments before pushing himself up and firing a single shot down the hallway. You watched intently as the goons came running in, Jason plowing through them in a matter of minutes. Jason scooped you up, not bothering to try and gather any further information from you.

**

You woke up in a bed in an unfamiliar room. Your brain began piecing together the events. Jason had come to get you, then put you in a car, brought you here, sewed up the wound…you wondered how long you'd been asleep. The door creaked open and you saw both Roy and Jason standing in its frame.

"You're awake! Thank fuck, D would've killed me!" Roy rushed over and embraced you.

"Yeah probably…" You were speaking to Roy, but you couldn't take your eyes off Jason. There was something there, unspoken, that you couldn't remember. What had happened? How long had you been asleep? As if reading your mind, Jason spoke up.

"It's only been 12 hours," he watched your eyes go wide. "Before you freak out, you lost a lot of blood and were barely hanging on to consciousness. 12 hours is not that many. You'll still be weak." Jason began to step towards you but hesitated. Roy immediately noticed the awkwardness his presence brought.

"Imma just…I'll go get us some food…or something." Roy pointed towards the door and rushed out.

"I feel like I'm missing something."

"No…I just. I was worried." You leered at him, knowing that was not what you were missing. You carefully sat up and swung your legs over the bed, determined to get to the bottom of whatever feeling this was. Once you attempted to stand, Jason was at your side in a fraction of a second. "I just said you would be weak…" he mumbled out.

"Well I have to go to the bathroom and you aren't giving me answers anyways." You tried to push him away. It unsurprisingly did not work.

"How long have I known you? For once, just stop being so damn stubborn!" He grabbed your shoulders, in an effort to steady both of you.

"I dunno like 8 years…" you grumbled out, unsure if the question was meant to be answered.

"Yeah well for 7 and a half of those I've loved you. And it just hit me that you could die…hell I could I die, and you wouldn't know." His hands traced down your arms and collapsed at his side. "I guess that just broke me, okay? Are you happy now?!" The anger in his voice rose.

"So how about those pants now?" You smirked, trailing your eyes over his body. Jason's eyes lit up as he began to laugh, recalling the situation from months prior.

"Maybe not right now…let's wait until you can stand on your own."

"JUST KISS HER ALREADY GOD DAMMIT!" Roy screamed from the doorway. Neither of you knew how long he'd been there, but that didn't deter Jason. His lips smashed into yours while his arms enveloped you.

"FUCKING FINALLY!" Roy screamed as he threw his hands up in the air.

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[spidernuggets]

heyyyy, 👋🏻

first of all, i hope you're doing well. second of all, i see you asked for requests so i decided to send one. this is actually the first time i've actually requested a story ever 🫣

anyways, i was thinking something with roommate!jason. i personally don't care if the reader knows or doesn't know about him being the red hood. don't care if you make her them (i'm a girl but i don't mind a gn!reader, why not let everyone feel included) a vigilante or a civilian. what i do care about is there being tons of mutual pining, a typical idiots in love situation iykwim 😂 and then something happens and they realize they love each other? i'd love for it to be fluffy but you can also make it as spicy as you want i won't mind 😜 i just looooooove the 'and they were roommates!!' trope.

or if you want, i'm a sucker for any sort of meet-cute scenario

love yaaa 💝

🌳 (do anons still use emojis as signatures?)

Absolutely thank you thank you 🌳anon for this request!! Notes at the end vv.

Jason Todd x Reader

"Why- WHY did it have to be a man! Why not a female- Or, or a girly pop man at the very least- That's not a girly pop man!"

You probably made the most embarrassing and awkward first impression ever when you first moved into your new apartment.

You moved into Gotham, unaware of the insane villains and masked heroes that filled the city. But you soon found out about that later.

But when you unlocked the door to your new apartment, there was a big man sitting on the couch. And your eye twitched. You gave a lopsided smile while carrying two boxes, placing them beside the door.

"Uhm. Sorry, I think I'm supposed to be your roommate," you say quietly, trying to avoid eye contact.

"Oh. Okay, do you.. need any help?" He offers, and you quickly deny.

"No- no, thanks. I'll be quick anyway," you say, picking up the two boxes. "Uhm.."

"Second door to the left," Jason says, his eyes glued to a novel, pointing towards where the empty room was as you replied with a quiet thanks.

You made three trips when bringing in all your boxes, avoiding as much communication with Jason as possible. You shut your room door and started whisper-yelling at yourself.

"Why- WHY did it have to be a man! Why not a female- Or, or a girly pop man at the very least- That's not a girly pop man!" You cried to yourself. The last roommate you had was at your old university, who was a guy, too. Let's just say he wasn't the... most hygenic person. Or the most polite. Or couldn't even bother to put a sock on the door knob before you came back from a lecture!

"The walls are real thin, by the way!" Jason shouts from outside your room. Then you stopped yourself.

That's how you created the most embarrassing and awkward first impression with Jason Todd. But the more time the two of you lived together, the less bad he seemed. Well. He never seemed bad in the first place. One day, you just explained to him your awful encounters with your last roommate, and Jason couldn't help but laugh at your experience.

So by then, you and Jason became best friends.

He told you that his job always involved him working the night shift, which never bothered you. It just reminded you to stock up on coffee and energy drinks.

But one night during his night off, the two of you were on the couch. Jason was reading "Midnight's Children," which he found in a charity shop and was ranting how someone could donate such a good book. You had your head lying on his lap, flicking through channels whole Jason commented on certain points in the book.

You stopped at the news channel, a certain red masked vigilante in action. This caught Jason's eye.

"Why are you watching the news?" He asks.

"You know, I never knew there were a bunch of heroes and villains when I moved into Gotham," you stated.

"What, really? I thought you were a crazy person when you moved here. Especially when you started complaining that I wasn't... What was it you said again? A 'girly pop man?'" Jason snickers as you smack his chest.

"Shut up! But nah, I didn't. But that Red Hood guy is making me think that moving here isn't all that bad."

Jason moves the book away from his face, looking down at you. "What do you mean?" Now he's curious. The news continues to play, showing Red Hood taking down multiple criminals on his own.

"He's hot," you say nonchalantly. Jason freezes. "Like, look, watch, watch," Red Hood blows a punch to one of the men's faces while skillfully avoiding the bullets and strikes from the others. Both your hands cover your face. "Ughhh!! He's so fineeee!!!" You groan.

Jason doesn't know how to react. There's no doubt that he's found you attractive. But he enjoyed you as a friend and didn't want to ruin what the two of you had. Unfortunately, your comment didn't help with his undying attraction towards you and shifted uncomfortably on the couch.

"Alright, move," he tries to say casually. "Need to go bathroom." You move your head off of him as he rushes towards the bathroom.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Was all that Jason was thinking as he paced around the room.

He looked into the mirror and saw his face coloured a deep red. What the fuck was happening? He mever felt like this before. He groaned, burying his face in his hands, his elbows leaning on the counter. But when he looks through his fingers, he sees a tent growing in his pants.

SHIT.

No, no, no. He can't feel this way. Fuck! He quickly turns on the shower, stripping away his clothes, suddenly feeling a lot cooler, and steps into the shower.

He made sure the water was cool, hoping to bring his libido down.

"Jay! Hurry it up in there!" You yell from the outside, still sitting on the couch. Fuck, what the hell was he supposed to do??

Fuck it.

He wrapped his hand around his length and started pumping. He tried muffling his moans, hoping the sound of water splashing against the tiled floor would cover up his sounds, too.

His hand strokes the length of his cock faster. "Fuck, Y/n. Just like that," he whispers to himself. He never felt more guilty. You were his friend, and there he was, in the shower, jerking off to the thought of you.

He let out a stifled groan as the white, sticky liquid was released all over his hand. At the same time, you came knocking at the door.

Jason's eyes widened as he quickly rinsed off, stepping out of the shower.

"Jason? You okay in there?" You ask. He opens the door, looking down at you. He doesn't think he can look at you the same way ever again.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he tries playing it cool. "Your big-ass head just gave my leg a cramp," he teases, quickly disappearing into his room as you flipped him off from behind.

When Jason enters his room, he presses a pillow against his face. He promises himself never to let that happen ever again. Well. Unless he grows a pair and actually asks you out.

The next evening, you walk through his door. You see him packing his duffle bag for his late night patrol of the city. Or as he told you: Late night security at Gotham's National Museum.

You go give Jason your daily goodnight and bye hug. You wrap your arms around his neck, his expensive cologne absolutely intoxicating you, wishing you can continue to spend the night with him.

"Don't die on me," you say to him, as per usual. Jason scoffs, telling you to stop doubting his security skills.

You never doubted Jason. But you were always worried for him. Gotham really isn't the best place to be a civilian in, especially being night security at a place with a target on its roof. The museum would be crawling with villains trying to steal precious and expensive artefacts.

You couldn't deny it. Even when you first met Jason, you found him insanely attractive. Like, who wouldn't swoon for those bulging thighs and thick arms? And you hate to admit it, but there have been some nights where Jason was out, and you took the opportunity to have some of your own... late night activities while shamefully thinking about your roommate.

But you also wondered when he was going to tell you that he was Red Hood.

You found out his little secret before Jason found out you watched the news. One night, you stumbled across Red Hood and Nightwing, taking down a bunch of goons that worked for Lex Luthor. You saw that Red Hood got shot in the shoulder. And the mext morning, you saw Jason walking around shirtless in his room. And as much as you were tranced by his abs, you noticed his bandaged shoulder.

When asked what happened, he said he crossed paths with a mugger going to the museum. You tried to brush off the theory that he could be Red Hood, but the thought always lingered in your head. He is always going out at night. And with this theory, you grew more and more worried for you best friend.

You were reading Jason's annotated book of Pride & Prejudice when strong knocks on the door made you flinch from your seat. You rushed to the door, looking through the peephole and seeing Jason with a beat-up and bloody face. You yelp, quickly opening the door.

Jason was hunched over, grabbing his side, blood still spilling from his hip. You rushed to his side, going under his arm, supporting him as you dragged him to the couch. You notice he was still in his Red Hood gear as you went to quickly find your first aid kit.

"Fuck- Jason! What happened?!" You exclaim, kneeling in front of him. "You need to take your armour off!"

He lets you peel his chest plate off while he explains that he went off to complete a mission on his own. You strip him of his compression shirt, ignoring how pretty his muscles looked and went to clean his wound.

"I'm sorry," he groans, his wound stinging from the disinfectant wipe. "I never meant for you to find out like this."

"I already knew," you say quietly. Jason looks down at you in confusion. You look like you were about to cry. "I already knew you were Red Hood. I- I wanted to tell you that I knew but.. It just seemed like a sensitive topic," you explained. "So I wanted to wait for you to tell me yourself. And.. I thought if I just mentioned or complimented Red Hood often while you were around, you'd tell me sooner." You say as you wrap the gauze around his wound.

"I'm sorry. Didn't mean to scare ya," he said, avoiding your gaze.

"Well, you did! You'd go out every night, and I'd have to stay here, watch the live news to make sure you were okay!" You raise your voice. "I don't know what I would've done if I lost you.." You say more quietly.

Jason's eyes are wide, but they slowly soften, guilt ridden as his hand comes down to caress your face.

"I'm so sorry, N/n," he repeats. "I just wanted to keep you safe. You've no idea how much you mean to me." You lean into his touch, lightly smiffling as your hand ghosts over his.

"Wait," Jason speaks up. "So, did you only say Red Hood was hot so that I'd tell you I was Red Hood?" He deadpans, looking at you.

You stare back at him dumbfounded. "Is that your only concern right now??"

"Well, did you?"

You roll your eyes, getting up from your position, leaning closer to Jason's face and using the back of the couch as support. "Course I didn't," you say, staring into his eyes, your gaze flickering down to his lips.

Jason took the close proximity as an opportunity to grab your waist, bringing you down and forcing you to sit on his lap. "So you think I'm hot?"

You scoff. "You really need to get your ego checked," you say as he smiles. His large hand reaching up to the back of your neck, pulling you down to finally plant his lips against yours, his fantasies coming true.

And some of his other fantasies might just come true later on. Besides, Jason being Red Hood wasn't the only secret of his that you knew about. To be fair, he was the one who told you the walls were real thin. ;)

hmm, yeah, there wasn't as much fluff and pining as I intended.

Hopefully, this short fic doesn't let you regret your first story request for me.

Speaking of which, your first story request was for me?!??! 😱😱 I'm absolutely honoured, tysm, and i hope you've enjoyed the fic🙏🙏

Also, i'm sure a lot of anons sign off with emojis!! 🐀🐀

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