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littleredwing89 · 10 months

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FAMOUS - PART ONE

Bodyguard!Jason Todd x Singer!Reader

Warnings: Language. Mentions of death threats.

A/N: So part one is finally here!!! Woohoo!!! Enjoy all. More to come soon xoxo much love xoxo @offendedfishnoises thanks again for all of your help with this - all the love xoxo

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DEATH SHALL FIND YOU

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The Gotham Sirens.

You never imagined that this would happen to you. Not in a million years. The group had taken off almost instantly and you’d become world famous. You stared up at the stage, the neon blue of your band's name glowing. Several technicians ran past you and smiled, altering the mic stands and taping down the wires so no one would fall. You loved the hustle and bustle just before the performance. Even standing on that stage in front of millions of people, nothing made your soul buzz like the beginning set up of a show.

You, Selina, Ivy and Harley had met at Gotham University majoring in Dance and Music. At first it had been nothing more than just a class assignment. Create a song. But Harley uploaded it onto Instagram and it blew up the internet. The next thing you knew, Mr Roman Sionis - headhunter for Dent Sounds Record Label - himself had arranged a meeting with the four of you.

And well, as they say, the rest was history. That was over 3 years ago now. It had been a complete blur. You were still catching up. You were no longer having to scrimp and save for cash. No. Now, now you had everything. Everything you’d ever dreamed of. Everything but your privacy. Especially after the meeting this morning with Roman.

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“You’re not being serious are you?”.

You looked into the mirror whilst the make up artist finished off your eyelashes. Your manager, Roman, stood behind you with his arms crossed. A stern look stitched onto his face.

“Of course I am”, he huffed and his stare burned into you, “You’ve received another death threat and someone tried to break into your condo last month. You need more security. Something more personal”.

You rolled your eyes and the make up artist scolded you by smacking her brush on your wrist. You grinned cheekily at her before resting back in your chair, putting on your sickliest, sweetest voice, “Romy…”.

Your little nickname for him. It worked every time. He’d never allow anyone else to call him that. Just you.

“No”, he growled, “This is my final decision. You’re getting a personal bodyguard. I don’t want to find you chopped into tiny pieces”.

“How come Ivy doesn’t have to have one? Or Selina...even Harley doesn’t! So why me?”.

You didn’t need a bodyguard. You knew the second you got one, you would be kissing your freedom goodbye. They’d be with you 24/7. Your apartment would be shared. You wouldn’t even be able to sneak off to McDonalds for a McFlurry at 3am without having to confirm it with them. Or even worse, have them go with you.

“They haven’t had any psychotic stalkers”, Roman rested against the wall, sighing deeply, “yet”.

You scowled and refused to meet his eyes in the mirror. This was a complete over reaction.

“Look, I know you’re not happy but this goes way over my head. Mr Dent, the CEO—insisted. And to be honest Y/N, I think it’s a good idea. You girls are only getting more popular and that means more weirdos will crawl out of the woodwork”.

“Romy…”, you tried once more, turning to him and fluttering your dark, thick lashes at him, “Can’t you talk to Mr Dent?”.

He pressed a hand to his forehead, the muscles in his forearms contracting. You noticed the dark shadows under his eyes and silently wondered when he last got a good night's sleep.

“I’m sorry”, he muttered, “But I agree with Harv on this one, I’ve already been in touch with a firm. They’re highly recommended…you’ll meet them tomorrow”.

He turned quickly and strode out of the changing room as his phone rang, ending the conversation abruptly. You could hear his booming voice bouncing down the corridor and you glared at yourself in the mirror.

Fucking perfect.

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Dumping a wad of paperwork down onto the desk, Jason sighed and took a long sip of his coffee. He knew high profile clientele came with difficulty but the stack of paperwork Sionis had sent him was nothing short of ridiculous. They even wanted to know where he’d bought his new leather jacket from last month.

“Alright?”, Roy sauntered over with his own coffee cup shuffling some of the papers. He was awfully chipper this early in the morning. Jason hummed in response and grabbed a pen from the side beginning to fill in the required forms.

He’d started this business with Roy a few years ago. Dropping out of university was tough but it wasn’t for him. Jason remembered worrying about telling Bruce. What his family would think of him but they showed him nothing but support. Unconditional love. They’d both managed, with countless hours, to build ‘Outlaws Security’, into the most successful security firm in Gotham.

Roy’s eyebrows lifted upon seeing a photo of the new client, “Isn’t that the chick you had on your wall at uni?”.

“What? No!”, Jason bristled and shoved the photo of you back under the documents. He inwardly cursed. Fucking Roy.

“So, you're saying that if I look inside your office locker, I won't find a poster of her?”.

Jason heard the cocky smirk on Roy’s face and groaned in irritation running a hand over the front of his face, “Touch my locker and I’ll break your legs”.

Roy cackled loudly and sat on the edge of Jason’s desk, “Ok so you do still have it. Better not let her find it”.

“You’re a real jackass you know”.

“So I’ve heard...maybe she’ll sign it for you if you ask nicely”, Roy continued to mock Jason, making kissy faces at him.

“Why don’t you shut your mouth before I shut it for you”, Jason scowled and turned his chair around pretending to look for some files in the cabinet behind him. Hoping Roy would get the hint and leave him alone.

“This must be like your dream job come true, pretty boy—better not screw it up”.

Jason sighed deeply and threw his head back in exasperation, “I need a new best friend”.

Roy gasped dramatically and held a hand over his heart, “What?! You love me and you know it!”.

“Whoever told you that was lying”.

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raineydays411 · 1 year

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My Fathers Daughter pt8

The Dinner

summary: It's finally time for the dinner you've been dreading since your arrival, awesome. At least you get to know some of the bat family better than before

Also I forgot if I put the ages for these characters if I did and anyone could tell me that would be awesome.

When you first arrived to Gotham, you weren't really sure what to think.

Like yeah, you knew it was gonna suck cause you were moving in with the woman who deserted you and your father, causing you to grow up faster than you were meant to and giving you trust issues.

And sure, Gotham seems to have some sort of disaster literally every single day of the week.

But at this point, you really would rather chance it with the clown or whatever than sit through this awkward ass dinner.

"ahem"

Everyone eyes shoot to Bruce, who cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence everyone was eating in.

"Y/n" He starts, causing you to groan internally. You were tired of being in the spotlight, especially when you knew half of this family doesn't fuck with you .

"I know I've said this before, but I know how hard sudden life changes like this are. If there's anything you need to be comfortable please let me know. This is your home now too."

You smile slightly, but before you could say anything Damian interrupts you

"Tch, father you say that as if she's a part of this family. We all know shes not."

"Damian, enough." Christine says sternly, " You've been difficult the whole day. Leave your sister alone."

"Oh please Mother, she's no blood of mine nor yours" he says absent minded

This was your chance.

"Well she actually pushed me out so..." You say taking a sip of your drink. You relished in the reactions from around the table

Jason snorted so hard his drink spilled

Dick looked disgusted and amused at the same time.

Tim looked disgusted but thats cause Jasons snort water managed to splash him from across the table. But the best reaction was from Damian and Cass. They just looked straight up angry.

Angry at the thought of their mother pushing you our of her cooch. Which was the most hilarious thing to you.

"How dare you speak about our mother like that? Have you no respect?"

"Dude, I'm gonna be honest I cannot take you seriously while you talk like an Asgardian. Get with the century Tiny Tim."

Another snort comes from Jason, " You know what kid, you're alright with me"

"I'm nineteen." You deadpan

"You look like you're twelve" Jason snarks

You pause for a bit before saying, "I'll tell you what you look like but you won't like it."

"Okay children, enough." Christine says, " Y/n, how do you like the room?"

"It's... very Addams family chic." You say, not really trying to be rude, " But if I'm being honest it's gonna take some getting used to."

"Well, you have free reign to decorate it anyway you'd like." Christine says, " In fact, we can make a day out of it!"

You physically have to stop yourself from cringing, " Um, yeah.. that sounds interesting, Or i can just order everything off amazon, no hassle."

" Oh it's no bother, it would give us some time to catch up" Christine says excitedly, " Oh we can make it a girls day, you and me!"

You feel someone glaring daggers into your head, as you turn you make eye contact with Cass.

Oh great, another Damian.

"Um.." You were never good in uncomfortable situations. Usually you would signal to your dad or Pepper and they'd find a way to get you out of it.

Even if you were good at navigating through uncomfortable situations, you doubt that anyone would know that to do in these circumstances.

"I mean some of the stuff I can only get online anyways so.." You say awkwardly.

You see Christine deflate and then more glares from the peanut gallery. Honestly its starting to get old.

" You know if you two keep glaring at me, your face will get stuck like that. " You say sarcastically, " Honestly doesn't it hurt to have such a sour face all the time? You're gonna get some crazy frown lines"

But before either Damian or Cass could respond, Bruce stood with a " Okay then! Y/n, how about you take my credit card and get whatever you need online, then your mother will take you AND Cass shopping"

Oh, this was a rich dads way of saying shut up.

"Great a whole day with Wednesday and Morticia." you mutter as Alfred takes your barely touched plate, " Thanks Lurch."

Alfred looks semi amused at the comparison. At least he appreciates your wit.

"Hey" A voice calls to catch your attention, it was Jason.

"I'll take you to your bedroom while Alfred cleans up, don't need you getting lost."

You look at him suspiciously, but take his offer wanting to be alone.

"If you kill me, there's gonna be a lot of pissed off superhero's on your ass." You say following him out of the room.

"Trust me princess, I'm not the one you have to worry about killing you." Jason scoffs.

"Yeah the little ones look like they might stab me in the shower." You say with a wince, " What did i do to them anyway?"

" Trust me its not you." Jason says, " They are the the easiest to be around, there's a wall there." He gestures to his heart.

"Ah"

"But if I'm being honest, finding out about you has been a shock to all of us." He says," I honestly thought Ma couldn't have kids."

You snot cruelly, " Yeah well finding out about all of you hasn't been easy for me either."

"I bet. You know, most of us haven't had much luck with mothers or families. That's why we're here."

"I have a family. A pretty good one too."

"I'm just saying I understand why you'd be angry. I was for a long time. I think sometimes I still am." Jason says before stopping, " Well here we are. If you tell anyone I told you that I'll deny it and they'll believe me."

"Thanks." You simply say, " It's nice to not hate one person that lives here."

And with that you go into the your room and close the door.

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coffee-latte-sprite · 2 years

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Pt. 1

Dick: so how's married life?

Y/N: it's good, but Jason got really drunk and tried to set our marriage certificate on fire.

Dick: WHAT?

Y/N: he said 'good luck trying to return me without a receipt!'

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rookiesbookies · 2 years

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Jason Todd x F!Reader

Reader and Jason have a stable relationship, pre-existing, and Reader knows about Jason’s “nightly activities”. Jason’s resting up after an exceptionally bad night out.

No one’s requesting anything, so GUESS WHO’S WRITING HER PROMPTS HERSELF

35. “You better have a really good reason for being out of bed."

40. “I don't deserve you. I don't deserve any of this.”

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The woman rounded the corner of the apartment, carrying groceries in from a quick trip to the store. Catching a glance of her boyfriend before setting down the bags in their small studio apartment kitchen.

“Jason!” She called. “Jason!”

The 6’2” man-child backed up around the corner he quickly rounded a second ago.

“… yes, honey?”

“Jason. You better have a really good reason for being out of bed.”

“Yeah… uh. I needed to- uh- pee.”

“Yes. Because that’s a wonderful excuse to be trying to prepare my favorite meal.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “I know you want to say thank you for me caring for you. But the best way to do that now is for you to rest.”

Jason stayed silent. She was the softest torture ever, he wanted just to cook for her!

Jason sat himself in a chair with a huff. He winced and held his side where the stitches were, he couldn’t pout in these conditions.

“Let me see it.” She said, gesturing to where the deep cut was.

An upward slice from a butterfly knife had caught Jason by surprise in a hand-to-hand fight. He was almost never that close- but sure enough he was that night.

“You need to be gentle on yourself while it heals, Birdy.” She ran her fingers over the cut like feathers, his heart was beating like a drum against his rib cage. Her touch always made him like this. He dropped his shirt when her hand pulled away. She pecked his cheek, “im just glad you’re ok.”

“I don't deserve you.”

“What?” She heard him but his mumbles were almost inaudible if she hadn’t been close to him.

“I don't deserve any of this.” He spoke up, still quiet but voice pounded at her ears.

“Birdy- don’t start this again, please-”

“Don’t. I don’t and you know I’m right.” He was stern in his tone, sounded a lot like Bruce. Her pleads weighed on him but this was, truly, how he felt.

She wove her arm around his waist, whilst leading her head onto his shoulder. She almost hovered around him, scared to break the brick of a man.

“Jason, I- you- this-…” she couldn’t find a way to word her feelings.

She was proud he was expressing himself, usually it was home-cooking or bread- the things that had been so hard for him to find while living on the streets as a kid- that he expressed his feelings with.

Although she was always happy to support the expression of himself, the words surprised her. He had never been good with words. His first “I love you” had taken 7 months of dating to get it to crawl out of his throat. Usually when he was in pain- mentally, physically, or emotionally- he stomached it like a need to vomit so he could deal with it alone.

It was the lack of loneliness that he felt now that scared him.

They both stayed quiet ‘til she spoke up.

“You know I don’t believe that.”

He hesitated and just leaned into her, “my stitches hurt… I miss the bed.”

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jasontoddsdarling · 3 months

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pins and needles

— pairing: jason todd x female reader

— words: 2,1k words

— tags: 18+ (no minor!), established relationship, smut, woman on top, semi public sex, size difference, creampie, praise kink, fluff

— summary: Your legs are numb. Jason helps to relieve it, not in the way that you imagined.

Weekly game nights at one of their apartments is always fun, but also left almost all of them exhausted afterwards.

Especially with your friends almost tearing each other's throats by how competitive they're (your boyfriend, Jason, is included).

Now, the entire apartment is silent.

You look from where you are sitting—on your boyfriend's lap, on your big sofa, you are facing Jason, head on his broad shoulder—to the way your friends are sprawled on every surface of your apartment, either sleeping or half asleep.

Dick is sprawled on the carpet near the kitchen threshold—his hand holding an empty cup, Cass occupies a large bean bag—your favorite—and her eyes are closed, Roy and Jade sit against one wall—their heads on each other, Barbara is out in your fire escape—talking to someone on the phone and has been for almost thirty minutes.

You are shifting in Jason's lap, feeling 'pins and needles' on your legs. You've been sitting on his lap for more than an hour now, since the game ended. He grunts and stills you, his hand grips your waist.

"Stop."

Jason whispers in your ear.

"Why? I can't feel my legs. Pins and needles." You protest.

"You'll make me hard if you keep doing that." He nips your earlobe.

"Oh. Right," you say, your cheeks feel hot, "but will you let me sit beside you?"

"Nuh uh," His other hand joins on your waist, his fingers of both hands meet each others and overlap, circling your waist. "Not a chance."

Jason is on clingy mode. You sigh.

"But, pins and needles, Jason. It's annoying. Let me move my legs."

Jason doesn't answer, instead he envelopes one of the throw blankets that you have to your back and each of the edges of it on his lap—looping it to make a barrier.

Then, one of Jason's hands moves from your waist to the hem of your short skirt, teasing the front of your cotton panties.

"Jason…" You whisper, chiding him, scandalized by his behavior.

"Shush," he says quietly, his breath fanning your pitch black hair on the side of your face. "You said you are experiencing pins and needles."

"Yes. That's why you have to help me by letting me move from your lap. Not whatever you're planning right now."

"As I said, not a chance. And I'm helping you." He moves your panties to the side, teasing your slit with one of his fingers.

"Ah!" You can't hold back your moan, surprised by his total bravery. You just hope your friends don't think much about it—Jason is known for teasing you.

You've been dating him for two years—friends for longer—but it's the first time he's doing this kind of thing.

"Jason, our friends are literally just a few feet around us!"

You face him now, your dark brown eyes—squinting, trying to appear angry—meet his mischievous deep blue ones.

"That's why you have to be quiet, princess."

Jason looks at your face with his hooded eyes as he pumps his finger fully now. "And that's why I put a blanket for us. You're already wet when I move your panties and touch your cunt. Does my girl feel turned on just because she's sitting on my lap?" He murmurs hotly.

Your core tightens on his finger by the way he speaks to you. You put your chin on his shoulder, trying to hide your face on his neck.

Jason realizes the way your core tries to suck his finger and chuckles. "You are." He kisses the side of your neck.

He adds second fingers, two of them spearing your cunt, low squelching sounds can be heard by the two of you. You suppress a moan by the stretch his thick and long fingers provide. You feel wetter by the second, wanting him to fill the emptiness inside of you.

You shift your hip, giving him a signal that you need more.

Jason wordlessly obeys you, adding another finger. You cannot hold back a moan and bite his shoulder, your saliva wetting his soft t-shirt.

Jason grunts when he feels your teeth on his skin. He keeps pumping your core, occasionally stroking your slit to your swollen clit.

You feel the adrenaline rush by the thing that you do—or what Jason does to you—right now, your cunt gushes more arousal that coats the inner of your thighs, as if assisting your boyfriend.

The thrill of getting caught is something else.

Jason's fingers hit a spot that makes you see stars, and you bite his skin harder, tears on the edges of your eyes. You kick your half numb legs to the back pillow of the sofa.

He repeats the motions until you're panting on his shoulder, silent tears rolling down to his t-shirt.

Jason moves your thighs wider and fucks you with his fingers without abandon, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly and then your peak is wrecking you. You wordlessly scream. The intensity of it steals your breath, you sob on his neck, your tears mingling with his sweat.

Jason lets you come back down from your high, cooing you with sweet nothings, his hand combing through your hair that fans wildly on your face and his neck.

After you stop shaking, he moves you a bit near his knees, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers altogether. His thick and long cock springs free from the tight confine of his clothes. It stands in between his body and yours, tip ruddy and angry, precum drips from it. The underside of his cock with all of his thick veins is teasing your core.

He grabs the back of your thighs, his underside to your cunt, moving you up and down, slathering your come into his cock.

You watch the scene in between you, eyes move to his upper body, transfixed by how Jason's thick muscly arms flex under his t-shirt.

Oh how you wished so badly he's shirtless, but you've to feel suffice with this for now, because your friends are around you—even though all of them are sleeping now and Babs is still on the phone.

Jason stops his movement, one of his hands stilling you on your hip, the other is pumping his cock with the assistance of his precum and your wet arousal.He helps you to stand on your knees—your legs still feel those prickly sensation—and moves your panties to the side, position your cunt above his cock. Your fingers grip his shoulders.

Jason holds his cock on its root to steady it, teasing your opening with the broad tip. He finally slips it inside—after you grip your nails hard on his skin, his tip is inside of you.

You're still on your knees, but Jason moves you little by little so your cunt swallows his cock inch by inch.

The stretch, you can feel the delicious stretch. No matter how many times you've done it with him, his size always makes you feel it.

He's only halfway through when you whine, feeling so full already. You're half in your knees, almost to your original position on his lap.

"Jason…" You mewl, your teary dark brown eyes looking at him.

"I know, princess, I know. You can take it. Just a bit more. You can take it all, I know you can." He grunts softly, cooing his fingers catching your tears.

Jason holds your waist again and makes you swallow his cock for another inch, praising how good you are in your ear.

Before knowing it, he's bottoming out inside of you, his pubic bone on your core, his balls under your butt.

You feel so full, so full with him it's dizzy. You can feel him twitch inside you, his thick veins massaging your walls.

His cock inside you is a tight fit, it's like you're specially made for him.

"That's it, such a good girl. My good girl." Jason coos, pleased by how you're able to take him whole.

Jason kisses you softly on lips. He lets you get used to his cock—like he usually does—and begins making out with you, his tongue prods the inside of your mouth, drawing a stifled moan from both of you.

Jason takes his lips from you and starts to move his hips. His hips move up and down, cock spearing you, his hands on your waist holding you in place.

You mewl on his chest, the pleasure runs down from your toes to your head.

Jason keeps fucking up into your cunt, hands under your thighs move you up and down. You let him do his thing—letting him use you, he helps you relieve the prickly on your legs anyway.

You quietly sob not-so-quietly on his chest, your tears dampen his front.

"Jason…"

Liquid flame is between you, burning and hotter by seconds.

Jason stays fucking you without abandon, he feels like your cunt won't let him out and want his cock to stay where it is. He manages to get his cock out, tip on your lips and then fuck into you up again, surprised you.

You jerk in his holds, legs kicking up. Your sob sounds like a normal audible sob now. You don't care anymore, though still hoping your friends are still sleeping soundly.

Jason spears you fast and hard, sounds of fabrics between fabrics rub into each can be heard. You stay where you are, face on his chest, taking what he gives you.

He hooks your knees on his elbows, you can feel his cock hit deeper in you.

You see stars, biting his fabric. You can feel your puckered nipples scraping on his chest in the confine of your thin bralette and your cotton t-shirt by the up and down motion your boyfriend makes.

Jason's cock hit you on your erogenous spot without fail and you are already on the edge of your peak again.

"Jay!"

You scream his nickname. Your muddy brain can only process one thing now, it wants your body to reach its peaks and doesn't care about how loud your voice has become.

Jason shushes you.

"Our friends are here, remember? We'll come together, princess, can you hold back a little for me? Just a bit more."

You nod weakly on his chest.

Jason kisses the top of your head. "Good girl."

Jason pistons his hips faster, his cock spearing you unapologetically, his balls slapping under your butt. His cock is hitting you on your sweet spot, making you see some spots in your eyes.

You mewl on his chest, the front of his clothes is basically wet now by your tears.

"I'm going to come inside."

Jason thrusts up into you so hard; once, twice, thrice.

And then you erupt.

You cry on his chest as your orgasm is stolen from you, your inner walls clamping down hard on his cock as you come.

He growls in your ear, achieving his peak too.

You can feel your walls milk his cock. It swells and thick inside you, shooting his white thick ropes of hot cum, they coat your walls and every crevice.

You feel so full.

Some of it escapes, combined with your thick creamy arousal forming a ring between the root of his cock and your folds.

The two of you pant, catching your breath. You wipe your eyes with the front of your own clothes.

There's a quiet stillness between the two of you finally, only tick of clock and the indistinct voice of Babs that fortunately still deep in her phone conversation.

And your boyfriend is still deep inside of you, haven't move an inch.

After like five minutes, Jason assists you again little by little so you're on your knees, and pulls his cock out of you.

Jason pulls his boxers and sweatpants up, and puts back your panties to the center so his cum is contained by the fabric—although it obviously seeps out and dampen it.

He drags you so you sit beside him, with a throw blanket under you and your legs on his lap. Another throw blanket he puts on your legs, covering his lap too.

Babs finally emerges from the fire escape to the apartment, surprised by the quietness of everyone.

"Only you two up, huh?"

She inspects everyone, looking at your entire apartment.

"Yeah. They're tired, I guess."

Jason answers for you both, he knows damn well you're not going be able to answer her without your voice hoarse. You're surprised his voice is steady, though.

Babs shrugs her shoulders.

"I'm going to make ramen. You two want some?"

You shake your head from side to side, Jason says no.

"Okay." Babs says, going to your kitchen, but not before poking Dick's leg with her foot. Those two friends are truly love to annoy each other.

"So. Is the 'pins and needles' gone now?" Jason asks you cheekily.

"Yes. But I can't feel my legs and my core."

Jason laughs and kisses you.

"It's okay, princess. I'm going to carry you."

author's note: my favorite jason todd x reader i have ever written still because it's just light and playful lol

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jaysgirlx · 4 months

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You, while playing with Jason's hair: Do the scars still hurt?

Jason: All the fucking time.

You: Do they hurt, when I touch them or-

Jason: No no no, it's more of a mental thing…sometimes when you touch them they bring back bad memories before I…

You: Then why don't you ever pull away?

Jason: Because I know you're not trying to hurt me, I know that you're safe? I don't know the fucking words for this…

*He rests his head on your shoulder*

Jason: Just don't leave.

You: I never will Jay.

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kimjun · 4 months

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YN: When I said "Bring me back something from the beach" I meant, like, a seashell.

Jason, struggling to hold a seagull: Well, you didn't fucking say that.

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hanasnx · 3 months

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MINORS DNI 18+

Riding on the back of JASON TODD’s motorcycle gets you incredibly hot. Everything from the way he put your helmet on and gave it a pat-pat to make sure it was nice and snug and safe; how he coached you to lean with him when he made turns; how you sat on a vibrating vehicle with your cheek nuzzling the cold leather of his bike jacket and your arms wrapped securely around his thick torso; and during stop-lights he’d reach behind him to rub your thigh, checking on you, making sure you’re okay. You wore the little black dress he likes, the one that rides up a bit high on your thigh, but he told you he wants people to stare at the hot piece of ass on the back of his bike. Now he’s parked the cycle, got his jacket unzipped and his helmet under his arm, running a hand through the hair he hasn’t cut in too long. All you can think about is giving him the most offensive head of his life. “What are those fuck-me eyes for, baby?”

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katsumox · 10 months

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something about jason todd with a touchy!reader s/o is literally so yummie.

You’ve got him on his stomach, regrettably, he thinks, as you watch the hills and divots of his muscles roll and flex as he gets comfortable. The scarred herculean expanse of his back is exposed to you as you sit on his butt.

“Dunno why I agreed to this,” he frowns, not bothering to move his head, unmuffling his musings.

He really doesn’t; ten minutes ago you two were having a very civil discussion (read: arguing) about something or other. Next thing he knew, he was in your bed, on his stomach, half naked and under you.

“Cause you like me,” you sing, breaking him from his thoughts, as you drag manicured fingers up his back, pressing into his taut muscle, deftly massaging each sore part of him.

“You like this. ‘S okay to admit it,” you add.

He gives a noncommittal noise that gets cut off by a strangled gasp when he feels your hands pressing into the upper muscles of his back.

There’s a deep discomfort that settles in his stomach; he’s never been touched so lovingly, not without hidden motives tainting said touch. He isn’t sure if he should push you off him or beg you to keep going.

You hum as you work his muscles, letting his inconsistent breathing and occasional gasps guide you.

You continue rubbing him down, occasionally pausing to apply more shea butter to your hands before resuming your work.

You reach up to his neck, as he sighs. You press just a hair harder, feeling a knot loosen at the pressure. Jason inhales, trying to steel himself from any possible reaction.

Regardless of his efforts, a low “Fuck,” reverberates through his chest. He internally frowns at the sound of his low whine, sounding like a wounded animal. He reddens as he hears himself, internally cringing at his neediness, at your willingness, and the intimacy of it all.

“That was pretty,” you murmur, teasing lilt in your voice. He’s fighting the urge to shut down this moment of vulnerability the two of you are sharing. You know he’s really pushing himself, so you try to keep the extra teases locked away for another day, another less intense moment.

You shut yourself up, instead focusing your attention to Jason’s expansive back. You press harder in the same spot, shameless in your attempt to illicit more noises from him as you whisper, “Give me another.”

He shudders, giving a shaky exhale as he composes himself.

“You’re evil,” he grumbles, despite almost leaning up into your touch.

“So evil,” You smile, “Totally evil.”

Not once does your touch on his back falter. He hums in agreement, softly smiling into a pillow.

“Incredibly evil,” Jason sighs. “Lucky I like your evil ass.”

“Aw,” you say, “Red’s finally going soft. I got you up under me and now you don’t know how to act. ”

Jason can hear the smile in your words. Choosing to ignore it, he closes his eyes and focuses solely on your touch.

“Yeah,” He mumbles, before pausing to consider his words, “Goin’ real soft, only for you.”

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420ruffy · 30 days

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his favorite ways to make you cum ,, character insert x afab reader

a/n: i’m halfway through writing this and i’ve realized that you can actually just insert any character of your liking while reading this bc it’s not specific to the character i had in mind when i first started..

eating you out

his favorite sexual activity for sure. not only does he love giving you head and seeing you feel good because of him but it’s relaxing to him. when he’s tired or sad he’ll always crawl in between your legs and start kissing and licking and nibbling on your stomach around your bellybutton and your thighs, coating them in love bruises.

it’s also extremely arousing to him. he loves hearing all the noises you make, and them getting louder and messier and more embarrassing (as you claim) the closer you get to your orgasm. he can’t help but grind his hips into the mattress, moaning into your pussy, the added vibrations making you groan.

he is always so focused on the task and gets lost in your big pussy lips lapping and sucking at them and your puffy clit as if it’s his favorite hobby (it is). his arms are usually always both snaked around your lower half to keep you in place and so he has easier access and can shove his tongue as deep into your cunt as possible. except for if he’s fingering you additionally to licking your clit ofc. then his right hand will be buried deep in your pussy, desperately grazing your g-spot while sucking on your clit until you start rutting your hips against his face and your grip on his hair becomes tighter. oh how he loves it when you tug on his hair while you’re changing his name when you’re cumming..

handjobs

he likes them almost as much as you do. he (especially loves how you go about asking for one though) loves it when you sit in his lap, crossing your legs behind his back and hugging him tight for a few minutes, with your head buried in his neck, kissing it and sucking light bruises into his skin before your kisses and sucks move up to his ear and earlobe. and then his jawline. until your kisses finally reach his lips and he’s too impatient to wait for you any longer so he just immediately licks into your mouth making both of you moan at the feeling of each others soft tongue. you kept moaning and trying to keep up with his aggressive licks but your mind wasn’t ready for it yet so you had to pull back. he chuckled. he knew what question was about to escape your lips. you stayed close to him and started kissing your way back to his neck and ear, nuzzling into him. “can you give me a handjob?” you’d ask sucking on the skin below his ear. you couldn’t see but he was smirking. he chuckled lightly. as if he could ever deny you that.

he picked you up in one swift motion and walked to the bedroom with you throwing you on the bed as soon as you reached it. oh how he loved the look on your face every time he does this. you looked about ready to jump him.

“pants off, pretty.” he would demand before positioning himself behind you and starting to kiss your neck and jawline. he would start slow and grope you aggressively while sucking bruises into your skin. the foreplay was part of why you loved handjobs so much. you just couldn’t get enough of his hands on your body.

by the time he would finally bring his hand down to your clit, after whining and silently begging him to touch you already, you were already wet from the foddling and kissing.

and all the praise and dirty talk that was possible in this position was heavenly. his lips were practically sealed to your ear shell constantly praising you and grunting and moaning in your ear because he knows how much you love it and how much it gets you off.

he loved holding you down with his free arm whenever you’d start chanting his name and wiggling indicating that you were close or already cuming.

mating press

missionary is the basic sex position for a reason. it was just so easy to handle someone this way. the look on your face and the sounds you made every time he’d put your legs up on his shoulder and start drilling into you was so arousing to him.

he didn’t care about how “messy and chaotic and embarrassing” you thought you sounded. that’s part of what was so arousing. the fact that he’s making you feel so good you don’t know what to say or what sound to make and don’t even try to tame yourself and instead just let the sounds escape your lips was so hot to him, he wanted to cum right there.

dickriding

oh how he loved making you cum when you were the one on top. he loved bottoming or subbing and seeing you take control of him and the situation. but he also likes messing with you and he would do anything to hear all the messy embarrassing sounds you make when he drills up into you from below.

the way your eyes would roll back and your moms would become more animalistic at the sudden fast pace was one of his favorite sights to see.

and when it became too much for you and you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore so you’d collapse on top of him and put your arms around him, he would smirk to himself. being able to hold you tight while ramming up into you as fast as possible to make both of you cum while hearing you moan and breathe into his ear was too arousing.

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this was originally supposed to be about jason todd (no one’s surprised) but i can also see: hal jordan, dick grayson, roy harper, wally west, toji, nanami, gojo, sae, aiku, karasu, otoya, katakuri, sanji, zoro, shanks, semi eita, atsumu, iwaizumi, tartaglia/childe, itto, laxus dreyar, sting eucliffe, gray, jellal, gajeel, natsu

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littleredwing89 · 10 months

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DESIRE [PART ONE]

Dom!Jason Todd x Sub!Reader

Summary: “Princess…”, he rumbled in his dark velvet voice. It sent an erotic thrill down your spine. “I've missed you Jason”, you slinked over to him on your hands and knees, rising up and pressing your face against his thick thigh.

Warnings – Language. Smut. NSFW. Dom/Sub theme. Oral.

A/N: Sorry this took so long my little beauties, hopefully the fire will make up for the wait. 😈 Enjoy & thank you all for your continued support and beautiful messages - means a lot to me 💞 xoxo @offendedfishnoises thanks for your help with this huni

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The coarse fibers of the rug scratched against your delicate knees. When you swallowed, the leather collar inlaid with satin rubbed seductively against your feminine throat. The collar, black leather with a silver ring on the front reminded you of your place. It didn’t choke you or leave any marks. Jason liked to mark you in other ways.

You knelt before the front door for about 15 minutes. Your skin was sensitive with goosebumps of expectancy. The door knob clicked and twisted causing your breasts and lower stomach to tingle. Jason walked in wearing his charcoal grey suit with black shoes, his red tie loosened at the neck. He looked down and smiled, his handsome face taut with a sour frown from the day faded once he saw you.

He liked it when you waited for him on your knees wearing nothing but the lingerie he bought you and the collar for your play.

You were wearing sheer black panties and a matching bra adorned with lace that lifted your assets to make them more enticing with an ample cleavage. You could feel Jason's eyes on your breasts, your nipples grew stiff, poking against the sensual fabric.

“Princess…”, he rumbled in his dark velvet voice. It sent an erotic thrill down your spine.

“I've missed you Jason”, you slinked over to him on your hands and knees, rising up and pressing your face against his thick thigh. The fine fabric was cool yet you could feel the heat of his skin radiating beneath your cheek. The masculine power pulsed from his muscles. You could feel your core dampening with anticipation.

“Did you now?”, Jason patted your head as you inched closer to his burning crotch. You could make out the outline of his hardening cock. You could even smell the earthy musk of him. Your insides quivered.

“Or was it my cock you missed?”.

You rubbed your face into his crotch, feeling it throb and swell, smiling at the small groan Jason made as you gently mouthed the outline of the thick shaft though his slacks. Dry mouthed, you licked your lips and swallowed. Excitement dancing like live wires through your veins.

“Both”, you hummed and looked up at him with an impish gleam in your eyes.

Your fingers were practiced in this ritual of yours but still they trembled. You unbuckled and unzipped his slacks as he leaned against the door. You looked up at him, asking for permission with your big eyes. His features go from tired relief to dark sensuality. Hunger blazing in his eyes. His fingers tenderly threaded through your hair, raking over your scalp.

To anyone it would look like a man with his loyal pet. But even a stranger could sense the bond Jason and you share. The animal magnetism, the dark sexuality were often felt but also the deep love.

“Go on princess”, he murmured huskily.

You pulled out his swelling cock. Your mouth watered instantly at the sight, banishing the dryness from before. You needed it in your mouth but you moved slowly. Your hands caressed his shaft lightly, feathery touches savoring the satin, smooth feel of it. The virile warmth. You occasionally gave it a slight squeeze when you wrapped your small hands around it.

It grew harder as Jason's breathing became deeper. His breath caught when you planted a light yet loving kiss at the weeping crown. Your strokes became firmer, bolder. The hot, velvet skin moving with your clenched fist, hot and throbbing.

You released his shaft, watching it bob before you, starting, you used only your mouth. Your tongue rolled along the sensitive underside of his shaft. Your stroke light. Your kisses fragile. You absorbed his earthy scent. His distinct male taste, spice burning your lips and tongue but salty and addictive. You loved how Jason's cock throbbed against the flat of your expert tongue. You wanted it to fill your mouth so bad. But once more you controlled yourself, taking your mouth away despite Jason's gentle grip in your hair to get you back. You replaced your mouth with your hands, smiling up at him, you see he is only slightly appeased.

Your hands take turns stroking it. The tortured flesh twitches in your delicate palm. Taking two hands you rubbed the thick girth between them, blowing gently across the tip and smiling as Jason pushed his hips forward, trying to get his cock into your mouth. He growled in warning. His fingers tightened their hold in your hair, burning your scalp but that only made your pussy throb with a hot wet twinge. You decided not to tease your Jason too long. You could tell he’d had a hard day.

Keeping one hand moving in a sensual rhythm up and down his cock, you kissed the tip allowing the thick crown to fill your mouth, your tongue gently lapping the satin tip. You moaned at the same time Jason did, the sound making your nerves thrum. Him from the sensations of the inviting warmth of your mouth and you from finally having him inside you.

Your pussy was dripping, coating your thighs in a silky liquid, your knees red from the continuous scrapes of the coarse rug. Your tongue swirled around his cock, sweeping up the bitter sweet taste of Jason's pre-cum.

You took him deeper into your mouth, keeping your tongue strokes silky and delicate. Further, until his crown hit the back of your throat. Gagging you pulled back but only temporarily, tears pricking at your eyes. Jason appreciated your efforts to deep throat him even though you didn’t always succeed. The excess saliva and his pre-cum made his cock slicker. You moaned and sucked, your fist twisting up and down, following your lips that sealed tightly around his thickness.

Jason's body rippled with the building of his climax. His fingers bit into your scalp. Your clit was swollen with erotic thrills, throbbing as it stroked against your panties. Electricity passed between you both as you came to the edge. Your tongue flicked rapidly at the tender underside of his cock and your lips tightened their seal, your hand moving faster until Jason's body arched off the door, a groan vibrating through his bones.

You moaned at the splashes of his cum as they hit your tongue, spurting in your mouth and you swallowed it greedily, in love with his bittersweet taste. You hummed softly, allowing Jason’s erratic breathing to be brought under control. You rested your head on his thigh, looking up at him hazily whilst keeping his cock between your lips. Just holding it, careful not to aggravate his overly sensitive tip. His fingers lessened their grip, now affectionate, running his rough, calloused fingers through your hair that was mussed by his urgency to come.

“How was your day, princess?”, he asked softly, a slow lazy smile chasing that earlier frown from the corners of his seductive mouth. His fingers gently passed over your ear to play with your collar.

You pulled off his deflating cock with a loud obscene pop and looked up at him sighing, “Boring…just the same as always”, you licked the corner of your mouth to get a stray drip of his seed.

Jason removed his tie and jacket as you stood up and told him about your day. He reached for you from behind, pulling you firmly against him, your ass grinding into his softened cock as he nuzzled your neck. He breathed your perfume deeply as if he has been in a smog all day and finally has a catch of crisp country air.

“Pizza for dinner?”, he asked absently against your throbbing pulse. His mouth's persuasive heat made you shiver.

“I’ll call the diner to deliver while you change”, you told him quietly, almost jumping when his hand caresses your highly sensitive breasts. Your nipples pebbled in their cups at the heat they felt through the thin lace from Jason's clever fingers, “But only if you go now and not distract me”.

Jason pouted but tasted your throat with one long lick. He released you with a goodbye pat on your ass whilst you picked up the phone to dial Pauli’s Diner.

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sanguineterrain · 4 months

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restroom attendant | jason todd

Summary: Tonight is the worst night ever--you just got dumped on your birthday, and all you want to do is cry in the restaurant bathroom in peace. That is, until, the Red Hood bursts in. This city just won't cut you a break.

Pairing: Jason Todd x fem!reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings/tags: humor, mild angst, reader's ex-bf cheats and dumps her, jason is such a silly goose, flirting, meet ugly, canon-typical violence, awkward jason, comic relief dick grayson.

A/N: this is probably the silliest fic i've ever written LOL! i hope you guys enjoy it. please support your local jason todd enthusiast and reblog :)

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Tonight sucks.

With a shaky hand, you attempt to soothe your swollen eyes. You’ve probably been in here for about twenty minutes. Your Uber has definitely left, as has your now ex-boyfriend of three years.

Yoga instructor. It’s always the yoga instructor. They’re always fucking the yoga instructor.

You swallow a mouthful of tears and phlegm and try not to let the wet sink touch your dress. All you’d wanted was a little class on your birthday, maybe have some wine and play footsie under the table with your boyfriend. But no. That would’ve been too easy for you.

You’re starting to think this city is cursed.

The door slams open. The force of it shakes the bathroom, rattles the mirrors. You spin around.

A man slides across the floor and smacks his head on the opposite wall. Red Hood appears in the doorway, the eyes of his helmet glowing eerily.

Yep. Definitely cursed.

"Let's try this again," Hood says pleasantly, reloading his gun with a fresh magazine. "And in the interest of making myself transparent: when I ask you a question, Jerry, I expect a truthful answer."

He stalks over to Jerry and heaves him up by the lapels of his suit jacket. Hood's biceps bulge as he holds Jerry against the wall. You squish yourself against the sink. Water soaks the back of your dress.

"You're crazy, I didn't do anything!" Jerry shouts, feet barely scraping the floor.

"Volume, Jerry. People are trying to enjoy their meals.”

“Let go of me, Hood! I wasn’t anywhere near the Iceberg Lounge!”

“Yeah, see, words are coming outta your mouth, but they don't match the fact that I have three people who put you at the scene. How can we remedy this inconsistency? Any ideas?"

Jerry squirms, but he's no match for Hood's strength. Your heart pounds in your chest.

"Don't give me to the cops!" Jerry begs.

"Cops are the least of your worries right now," Hood snarls. "You're damn lucky Nightwing wants to talk to you, Jerry, or your head would hurt a lot more."

Slowly, you reach for your purse, trying to pull out your phone. Instead, you knock it to the floor. Tears gather in your eyes because this night just can’t cut you a break.

“Motherfucker,” you whisper.

Hood turns, those frightening white eyes now on you. Jerry also looks at you, legs still dangling.

“Hey,” Hood says without a sign of struggle. “Shit. Y'alright? Did I swipe ya?”

“No,” you say, voice shaky.

His posture softens. “Okay. I’m not gonna hurt you. Don’t be afraid.”

“I believe you. But, um… you're in the women's bathroom.”

Red Hood gives the room a onceover.

“Huh. So we are. Dunno how that happened.” He shakes Jerry by the collar. “Why’d you run into the women’s bathroom, asshole?”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Don't kill me!” Jerry wails.

“Shut it, Jesus. I'm not gonna kill you. Not yet, anyway.”

“It's fine, I was just leaving,” you say, bending down to get your purse.

“Hey, no, don't let me push you out,” Hood says. “Sorry. I'll be gone in a couple minutes.”

Hood adjusts his grip so Jerry's face is against the wall, arms and legs restrained. Then he zipties Jerry and sits him down hard on the floor. Hood presses a button on his helmet.

“Yo, N, I'm at Prescott's. Yeah, with Jerry. No, I didn't tell him to run in here, he did that all on his own! Well, I chased him for ten blocks, so I’d prefer if you’d keep your bitching to yourself. Thank you… Okay, we're in the women's bathroom, so—well, I didn't do it on purpose! No, I’m—will you just come here? There’s a side window.” Hood presses the button again with a grunt. “Dickhead.”

“Are you gonna erase my memory?” you ask.

Hood jerks, turning back to you.

“What? Hell no, I'm not gonna erase your memory. I don't do that shit, I promise.”

You slump against the sink. “That's too bad. I would prefer it.”

He looks up from Jerry’s last ziptie and pulls it extra tight. Jerry whimpers.

“How come?” Hood asks.

You shake your head. “It's nothing.”

“Hm. Doesn't look like nothing. If you're in danger—”

“I'm not in danger. I…”

You glance at Hood. You can't see his face, but his body language seems genuine. From what you've heard, Hood isn't known for mincing words or doing things he doesn't want to. And he’s good to Gothamites. Well, the law-abiding ones, anyway. He’s even been endorsed by Batman.

What's the harm in telling him about your disastrous night? Not like you'll see him again. Or Jerry.

“I got dumped,” you say.

“Ah.” Hood nods. “Been there.”

Somehow, the idea of Red Hood getting dumped is weirder than him beating up a guy in the women’s bathroom of Prescott’s.

You sniffle, and wipe your eyes with the back of your hand.

“Yeah, um. It was our three year anniversary today. He took me here, told me he was in love with his yoga instructor, and then left.”

You tear up thinking about it. Hood makes a quiet noise.

“Shit. Well, I haven't been there,” he says. “But I know infidelity. I'm sorry. Dudes are trash.”

“And it's my birthday today,” you blurt, sniffling.

“Happy birthday,” Jerry says, clutching his stomach.

“What a fucking asshole!” Hood snarls, and lets go of Jerry, who crumples like a sack of potatoes. He’s out cold in a second, frozen on the floor.

Your brows rise. “Is he okay?”

“He’s fine. It’s his first time in Gotham.” Hood shrugs. “Anyway, where was I? Right, your asshole ex. Like it's not enough to publicly dump you, and then he goes and does it on your birthday? Who is this guy? I'll go talk to him right now.”

You laugh a loud, snorting laugh. It bounces off the tiles.

Hood tilts his head. “What’d I say?”

You catch your breath and wave your hand.

“No, nothing, I’m sorry. I’ve just had a crappy night and that’s probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever offered to me.”

“I mean it,” Hood says. “I’ll scare him if you want.”

“As tempting as that is, I don’t want to be an accessory to a crime.”

You also don’t want to put your ex in the ICU, no matter how much he might deserve it. Best to let the universe do its thing.

“You’d be acquitted, don’t worry.” Hood leans against the stall. “I’d never letcha go to jail.”

You smile, your ears growing warm. “You don’t even know me. What if I deserve it?”

“Nah. I got a good sense about people. I can tell you’re sweet. Probably don’t even run through red lights.”

“I try not to,” you say, heat spreading to your face.

“Yeah, a good girl. I figured as much.”

Your eyes widen. Hood coughs and rubs his neck. Even his coughs sound intimidating through the helmet, but that’s negated by his scrunched-up posture.

“Fuck. Sorry. That wasn’t a come-on,” he says. “I mean, it sounded like one, but I’m realizing what a creep I am, flirting with you in a bathroom with a zip-tied criminal. Sorry.” He shakes his head. “I hate myself.”

You grin. “It’s okay. You made my night better, actually. Thanks.”

“That’s a testament to how terrible your night’s been if I made it better.”

You shrug. “Could always be worse. I bet Jerry had an even shittier night than me.”

“You’d win that bet. But I—”

The window swings open with a clunk. Nightwing pops his head in. He looks at Hood, then you.

“Uh,” he says. “Evening. What’s going on?”

“What’s going on is it took you almost ten minutes to get here,” Hood says, back in Vigilante Mode. “Did you get lost?”

Nightwing smiles with all his teeth. “I was actually cleaning up your mess at the Bowery, Hood. You’re welcome.”

He looks at you. “Hi. Sorry about this. I hope we didn’t ruin your night. If there’s anything we can reimburse you for…”

You shake your head. “It’s okay. My night was already sunk. Don’t worry about it. Thanks for keeping Gotham safe.”

Nightwing laughs. “The pleasure is ours.”

“Alright, enough chattering, Dickwing,” Hood says. “Take him.”

He lifts the unconscious Jerry, pushing him up to the window. He does so effortlessly, his jacket riding up to reveal his skin-tight jumpsuit.

You look away before he catches you staring. There’s definitely something wrong with you.

Nightwing takes Jerry and waves at you. Then he disappears.

“So, uh,” Hood says. “I gotta go.”

“Oh! Right, of course. Sorry to keep you.”

“Now what’re you apologizing for?” he asks, and it almost sounds like a tease. You wonder what his smile looks like. What color his eyes are.

“Well, I really didn’t mean to keep you…”

“You didn’t keep me,” Hood says, and you can hear the warmth even through his decoder. “This is probably the best arrest I’ve ever made.”

He starts to climb through the window, then stops. He digs into one of the pockets of his belt and pulls out a scrap of paper.

“This is my number,” he says. “Well, it’s kind of the vigilante hotline. But you can reach me here, in case you ever need help.”

Hood walks over to give it to you. He smells like gunpowder and oranges. He’s even larger this close, the width of his shoulders dwarfing you.

“Thank you,” you say quietly.

He nods and backs up, clapping his hands.

“Right. So I’ll go… Bye.”

Hood looks at you for a moment more. Then he hops up onto the window sill and slides out, somehow graceful despite his bulk. The window closes.

Your dress has dried, which is nice. You walk out of the bathroom. It’s a miracle no one else has come in.

You get your coat and this time, when you see the empty seat across from yours, you don’t burst into tears, which is progress. You call another Uber and go to wait for it at the front. The hostess approaches you.

“Ma’am?” she says, and holds out a small, plastic container. In it is a slice of tiramisu.

“I didn’t order this,” you say.

“It was called in and paid for by a Mr. R.H. He wishes you a happy birthday.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

You’re definitely leaving a five-star review on Yelp.

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coffee-latte-sprite · 2 years

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Jason: There is only one thing I would change about you

Y/N: *offended gasp*

Jason: Your last name

Y/N: *flustered mess*

Pt. 2

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 7 months

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Jason having a secret partner is so in brand. Man would have a whole ass kid and not tell anyone bc of crippling anxiety spite

"How long did you know?" Bruce asked sourly, accepting the mug of tea Alfred proffered.

"I've known almost from the beginning," Alfred admitted, trying and failing not to sound smug.

Bruce's eyes narrowed and the butler shrugged. "I counseled him to tell her the truth if he thought she was trustworthy. By happy accident she was working at a restaurant that Cobblepot was using to launder cash at the time."

"So-"

"So," Alfred continued, "By happy accident she was well placed to feed him information no one could trace back to her. AND she happens to be a fantastic chef."

"How did they meet?" Bruce sighed. He had a headache. This IS something Jason would do. Have a double life stacked on a double life.

"They're usually vague on the details. But at least one of them was inebriated. Of that I'm reasonably certain."

"Hn."

"She's lovely. And her mother adores Jason."

"You've met her mother?" And more importantly if you had family how much did THEY know? If your mother was close enough to you to 'adore' Jason-

"Of course. A couple Sundays a month they host informal dinners. And of course dinner for the strays- as Miss Y/N is pleased to call anyone who doesn't have another place to go for holidays."

"Hn."

"Lively certainly but not quite my cup of tea."

"Hn." Jason had a life. Friends. A whole network and none of them had even known.

"Don't pout," Alfred scolded. "You can't blame-"

"It's dangerous."

"Your love interests have criminal records," Alfred scoffed. "Her fondest ambition is to own a farm-to-table restaurant and teach ex-convicts to cook."

"Alfred-"

"She's delightfully normal. And she makes a lovely pot roast."

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midnight-pluto · 3 months

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Y/N, talking about red lobster: im a whore for the cheesy biscuits

Jason: you say you’re a whore for everything

Y/N: oh yeah like what?

Jason: bottled water, massages, internet, burt’s bees, french fries, american spirits, blink 182…

Y/N: we need to hang out less

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jaysgirlx · 3 months

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Airport Au!Jason gets coffee spilled on him right before he boards his flight back to Gotham and of course, he's the victim of hot coffee spilling all over his crotch. The good news is, Jason didn't suffer any burns and you were quite apologetic to him, nevertheless, he was still pissed at you and those clumsy hands of yours. To make matters worse, the two of you are seated next to each other on a 15-hour flight.

Airport Au!Jason lets you have the inside seat even though you ruined his favorite Wonder Woman t-shirt and kinda fucked up his black jeans. He even puts your suitcase away for you and he has no fucking clue why. Jason knew he didn't help strangers like this, not just be nice and flirty to girls like Dick did. But didn't do things like this for no reason especially not for pretty girls who- wait did he just call you pretty? Oh, he was so fucked.

Airport Au!Jason can't tell if he's mad at you or if he wants you. To him those feelings could be the same, he has no problem with wanting to make out with the girl who spilled coffee on his shirt. He didn't see a problem with wanting to make you his, it was an accident and you apologized a million times so maybe he should just forgive you, especially since you actually tried to clean his crotch. His self-control stopped him from letting you, but now he wishes he had let you.

Airport Au!Jason gets immediately bored after the plane takes off, he hadn't pack much because he likes to travel light. When his gaze falls in your direction, he notices that you are reading and annotating one of his favorite Sylvia Plath books and quickly starts to chat you up. You immediately light up when you find out he loves reading, especially classics and poetry. The two of you quickly got acquainted and introduced yourselves which was quickly followed by an apology. You didn't think boys who were smart and hot truly existed, you thought those were myths but Jason Todd was indeed very real.

Airport Au!Jason lets you nap on his shoulder and even orders your lunch for you so that you'd at least get some food when you woke up. You wake up to the boy thumbing through your annotations. You point out your favorite scenes and quotes and go into detail about what you thought their meanings were, well at least to you. You rambled for what might've been a good hour and fuck, Jason knew just by hearing you talk like this, he wanted to put his lips on yours so bad. Maybe shut you up for a second, not because you rambled but because your lips looked so delicious like he could devour them if he wanted. Maybe it could last more than a second, but that depended on what you'd let him do to you.

Airport Au!Jason can't help but want your attention sooo bad. He's chatting you up, making you laugh and for fucks sake why was your laugh so cute?? Why were so pretty to him? Why did you make him question every part of his being? It was like you were this missing piece he had finally found and he needed that piece. He needed you.

Airport Au!Jason jokingly warns you he's not good for you but that only makes you tilt your head with a big grin. You told him that you didn't want a "good" guy. You wanted someone morally grey, someone who understands that just because you've done bad things doesn't mean you're a bad person. You of course cleared up that you didn't support racists, homophobes, and such but you weren't past dating a criminal or even a vigilante if they matched your vibe. For a moment, Jason felt like you already accepted who he was, that you would still want to know him as the Red Hood. He hoped that maybe that was the truth.

Airport Au!Jason sneaks you into first class, pulling the "Bruce Wayne is my dad" card with the flight attendants, who swoon when Jason brings out the stolen Amex card. He'd give it back to Bruce another day or maybe just sneak it back into his wallet. The reason he gets you in so you can sleep comfortably because he knew there would be free seats (he's done this a bit too many times). You told him you didn't need to, that you liked napping on his shoulder, that he was enough but he said you deserved the luxury treat, not crappy shoulder. And it made you laugh because it was so cheesy, and Jason wished then and there, that he could hear you laugh like that for the rest of his life. Now, did he hate having to pull the "Bruce Wayne" card? Yes. Did he regret it? Hell no. Would he do it again? Yes…

Airport Au!Jason lets you play with his hair and even touch his neck scar while you lay in first class. You graze your finger across it and you feel him tense until he relaxes when your fingers lace with his. He lets you believe the white parts are dyed and tells you the scar was from a kidnapping incident that happened in his teens. You don't question him on it but instead, ask him if he still wants to know once the two of you land in Gotham. He looks at you with a cheesy grin. He says he doesn't have his phone on him but you could write your number on his arm. You knew he was joking but he was just so attractive. He enjoys the feeling of one of your hands combing his locks and the other intertwined with his.

Airport Au!Jason falls asleep with you in first class and when you two finally wake up, you decide to check how much time is left on the flight: 2 hours. A soft whine left your lips, from the thought of having to wait a a little longer to be able to kiss him. You could just tell Jason wasn't a fan of pda and if you did kiss him you'd definitely want it to be private. You told yourself to be patient and you knew you could be just a little longer, just for him. Jason on the other hand was an impatient asshole who ached for you, especially after hearing that goddamn whine. Were you trying to tease him? Because if you were it was definitely working. Jason couldn't wait 2 hours.

Airport Au!Jason brings you into the first bathroom and locks it behind him, even after receiving about of weird looks. He kisses you in with your legs almost instantly hooked around his waist and his arms holding you up against the wall. Your arms are wrapped around his neck bringing him as close as possible, while you clawed at his clothes. You weren't exactly sure where this was going but you wanted that coffee-stained shirt off him. You hooked your fingers on the ends of his shirt whining desperately to feel him. Maybe those clumsy hands of yours were good at something. And when he finally breaks the kiss, he only mutters out these words just for you, "Wanna help me get out the shirt you ruined, sweetheart?"

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