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info: 20, vietnamese, any pronouns, suffering art undergrad (art supplies are so expensive) and new to tumblr fic writing .ᐟ.ᐟ

⤷ this tumblr is a hobby and i will post whenever i have a fic written. i mainly write for jason todd but im working on more cod and mha fics (mostly my pookie hanta sero bc despite how popular he is now i was an og fan aka wattpad fics) (,,>﹏<,,)

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❥・Hanta Sero — binding touch (nsfw)

❥・tags: nsfw, hanta sero blurb, established relationship, bondage (his tape), dry humping, praise, implied oral (reader recieving implied), super soft i love this man bad, gn!reader, gn!nicknames (baby), no use of y/n

❥・word count: 575

Hanta Sero is a chill guy.

He’s down for anything.

So why hasn't he tried bondage with his tape before?

He was happy when you suggested something new for your intimate time, albeit a bit surprised.

You'd never once mentioned being into any sort of bondage, whether it be handcuffs, ropes, or ribbons. Neither did he; he’d never considered bondage as something he’d enjoy.

Tape? That’s a different story.

He knows tape.

“Look at you,” he exhales quietly, large hands rubbing up and down your arms and shoulders.

You’re straddling his thigh, wrists bound together behind you with two layers of his tape. Both of you, shirtless, though still in your bottoms.

He likes this part.

Foreplay that’s simply you riling yourself up, and all he has to do is sit back and watch.

And tease, just a bit.

He presses light kisses on your neck, staring up at you with half-lidded eyes and that smile that's far less sleazy than the one he normally wears.

It’s soft. Quiet, for you.

“So needy,” he teases quietly, tongue darting out to lick your skin. A shiver travels up your spine.

“Not too tight, right?” he mumbles softly, leaning upward to steal another kiss from your pouting lips, referring to the tape wrapped around your wrists.

You shake your head, chasing after his lips when he parts.

“So… so needy. And. And you’re mine,” he exhales softly, hands dropping to your hips.

You whine quietly, nodding.

“I’m- I’m yours. I’m all yours, Hanta,” you breathe, breath shallow as he guides your hips to grind down harder on his thigh.

“That’s it,” he hums softly, burying his face into your neck again.

“Grind my leg, baby. Get whatever you need out of me,” he mumbles into your neck between kisses against the skin.

You whine again, and he perks up at the slight pace change in your hips.

“Getting close?” he smiles against your skin as he kisses on your neck. Your shoulder. Your jaw. Your chest. Your lips.

“Mhm,” you hum softly.

“C’mon, baby. Be good for me, yeah? Cum in your pants for Hanta,” he whispers against your lips.

“Hanta, please,” you gasp.

His hands press firmer on your hips, helping you maintain a quicker pace.

“Please, what?” he mumbles, pulling back to stare at your face.

“Use your words, baby. Or I can't give you what you want,” he teases, smiling, with that sleazy smile of his.

“Han… plea- please help me cum,” you whimper softly, face skewing as you hold back another breathy gasp.

“There it is. Was that so hard?” he hums, smiling as you rut against his leg faster.

Scratch what he said before. This was his favorite part.

He likes seeing you unravel. The way your mouth hangs open and the way you tremble. He likes knowing he’s the cause of your pleasure.

Your orgasm follows soon after, practically collapsing into him as your fluids wet your pant fabric, as well as his.

He huffs a soft laugh at the feeling, kissing you deeply.

“I’ll help you clean up,” he whispers against your lips.

This is his favorite part.

There’s nothing more he wants from you than to dive between your legs and make you cum one too many times for you to handle, and then a few more times.

He shifts you onto your back and slips your bottoms off.

Hanta Sero will make sure he gets every last drop.

❥・a/n: apology fic as promised :3 i love sero so bad .. also half cliche fic bc who hasnt thought of sero being a bondage dispenser hello .. anywayss love yall and stay safe !! <3

⤷ also!! i wanted to mention that my taglist is open :3 dm me w characters you want to be tagged for, as well as whether you want tags for nsfw works :3 you can also put it through my req inbox :3 if youre doing through the req inbox, make sure to uncheck anon or provide me with the specific blog you want to be tagged on if its not your main blog !

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❥・Yawara Chatora — breaking bad guys (crackfic)

❥・tags: yawara chatora blurb, crackfic, im so sorry in advance for what youre ab to read, bald!reader, gn!reader, gn!nicknames (kitten im so sorry), mentions of meth (reader is lwk walter white), atrocious fit, no ppe, reader is lwk chudmaxxing (again i am so sorry), enemies to lovers if you squint really hard, no use of y/n, based on and req by my irl

❥・word count: 439

“Perfect, tell them they’ll get it in a few days,” you hang up the phone after confirming an order with one of your associates, regarding another buyer. You toss your phone onto the horseshoe magnet on the table. It sticks.

Your drug empire was booming. Constant business, in and out, all day, every day.

You were holed up in a back alley warehouse, away from the main streets of your city. No one really knew your location, aside from your many associates roaming the streets for potential customers.

Sweat beads from your propeller hat, dripping onto your hairy feet, uncut toenails, and the cold linoleum floor. You’re not quite sure why you installed linoleum when the concrete of the warehouse was just fine.

“This fucking hat,” you huff softly, adjusting it on your moist head. The skin contact with the fabric causes your hat to dampen, much to your discomfort.

You take a bite of your comically large rainbow lollipop, humming at the taste, before resuming your task of packaging the meth into different forms.

Imagine your surprise when Tiger of the Wild Wild Pussycats breaks down your heavily reinforced metal door.

Your hands still, blinking at him.

“Aren’t you stationed in mountainous areas? Why’re you in the city?”

“Nevermind that! The influx of meth is insane in these parts. You’re coming with me!” Tiger exclaims, arms stretching toward you.

“But I need the money,” you dodge his arm, whining.

Tiger stumbles back a bit, surprised at how agile and swift you are.

“N- no ones ever avoided my pliabody quirk before!” He frowns, a bit upset.

“Hey, don’t cry, big guy. Here, I’ll let you catch me, okay?” You walk closer to him, arms outstretched to allow him to capture you.

He huffs softly, a bit annoyed at your pity, but complies.

Surprise, surprise, you dodge him again.

“Hey!” He huffs.

“Couldn’t help myself,” you smile at him.

He gives you a once-over.

“Y’know, this is an honest business, and you’re honestly kind of attractive. Maybe the hottest person I’ve ever seen. But you’re not following standard PPE guidelines for a lab,” he mumbles.

“I mean, open-toed shoes, no goggles… hell, you’re even eating in the lab.”

You shrug.

“What can I say, sometimes I want a little sweet treat,” you smile.

He huffs a soft laugh.

“I’ll let you go.”

You perk up.

“On one condition.”

You nod quickly.

“Anything.”

He smiles.

“A kiss. Then you’re free to go.”

You smile, heat creeping up your neck.

“Anything for you, Mr. Tiger,” you hum softly, leaning toward him.

“Please, call me Yawara, kitten,” he smiles and kisses you.

❥・a/n: thank my irl for tainting my tumblr feed .. (╥﹏╥) trust an apology fic will be out soon lols love yall and stay safe !! <3

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❥・Denki Kaminari and Hanta Sero — whispered confessions (nsfw)

 ❥・tags: nsfw, denki kaminari blurb, hanta sero blurb, college au if you squint, friends to lovers, plot if you squint, fem!reader, afab!reader (no use of feminine terms besides anatomy), no dialogue, no use of y/n, threesome, anal (reader recieving), p in v sex, double penetration, oral (reader and hanta recieving), fingering (reader receiving)

❥・word count: 733

You’re not sure how you got here. Whispered praises and hot breaths dusting every inch of your skin. Tangled limbs and sweat, suctioning bodies together.

The three of you met in a shared class; they’d met a year prior to meeting you, and you just clicked. Conversations came easy and hangouts came comfortably. It felt as if you’d known them for longer than you’d known yourself.

Late-night study sessions became hangouts and long-winded conversations. Those led to too many sleepovers any three adults should be having within the span of their adult lives. Those sleepovers became habit.

The constant chatter and presence in your life became comfort—from that, feelings sprouted like a dandelion in a garden. Unwelcome, at first. Slowly weeding their way into your heart, spreading like their seeds.

The confession was quick, quiet, and casual. The drunkenness of sleep deprivation got to you. It felt like a miracle when they reciprocated, though it was easy to tell, looking back.

Some sort of amalgamation of lingering touches, one too many threesome jokes, and too-flirty comments that hit you straight in the heart led to this moment.

You were sitting comfortably in Denki’s lap, still squirming under his wandering touch. Warm hands palmed your stomach and chest while he breathed shallowly into your shoulder. Poor guy, he’s buzzing with need, unable to do anything with his cock pushed to the hilt into your ass.

He rasps soft mumbles into your skin, stuttering softly with each snap of Hanta’s hips into you. The taller of the two huffs softly with every thrust into your squelching entrance, your legs over his shoulders, while his hand presses into your stomach. He breathes a soft laugh whenever you whimper at the pressure.

You writhe in pleasure at your orgasm, gasping and whining softly. The two of them whisper quiet praises as Hanta fucks the rest of it out of you. The two of them, ever insatiable, switch positions.

They shift you onto your knees, soft touches and murmured words guiding you as your legs shake under the weight of your body.

Hanta meets your lips with his as Denki prepares himself for your swollen entrance.

Deep breaths lull you quietly as they position you—legs apart, head tilted ever so slightly up to meet Hanta’s hips.

The two of them press into you from both ends. Denki whines quietly as his cock fills your warm cunt.

You moan lowly against Hanta’s length, the vibrations shooting up his spine as he struggles not to fuck your pouting mouth.

Both of them, strong arms and solid grips, help to hold you up.

Denki fucks into you sloppily, causing Hanta’s cock to bruise the back of your throat too quickly for his liking.

You clench around Denki’s length, hands splaying across Hanta’s lower back as you whine softly.

Denki bottoms out one more time before his warm cum spurts out with every cued grunt from his throat.

Hanta doesn’t take long to follow, fingers rubbing your sore jaw as he pushes further into your mouth, his cum filling your mouth and trailing down your chin.

You roll onto your back, spent and heaving. Hanta rubs his thumb down the center of your throat, ushering you to swallow.

You do, and he bends down to taste himself on your tongue. His words.

Denki positions himself between your legs, diving headfirst into your folds. Sensitive or not, he’s quick to start, nose bumping against your clit as he licks up his cum from your pussy.

Hanta smiles against your mouth when you moan, tongue swirling against yours before he licks up the drip of cum from your chin.

Denki flattens his tongue and gives you one slow lap before easing his fingers into you.

You whine, thighs clamping against his head.

Soft tuts and teasing laughs emit from both of them, warm hands shoving your thighs open onto the mattress.

You yelp softly, the noise dying in your throat when Hanta’s tongue is in your mouth, and Denki’s lips are sucking on your clit again.

You buck your hips against Denki’s face, cum drawn out by his curled fingers knuckle deep into your cunt. You whine both their names against Hanta’s lips, gasping and huffing softly as the two of them continue with teasing smiles and mumbled praises.

Denki Kaminari and Hanta Sero are the best things to happen to you.

 ❥・a/n: i dropped mha in 2022 but i finally caved and watched the whole series i feel like a middle schooler again .. also can yall tell who my fav is bc i tried to keep it even .. anywayss enjoyy love yall and stay safe !! <3

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❥・Jason Todd — puppy love

❥・tags: jason todd blurb, jason todd fluff, mildly established relationship, jason todd is not red hood, college au, jaybin mentioned (brief mentions of his death), hashtag cringe, brief mention of spiking drinks, fem!nicknames (princess), gn!nicknames (angel), gn!reader, no use of y/n

❥・word count: 1117

Jason huffs softly, glancing at the room number for the lecture hall for the third time upon walking up to it. He’d entered the wrong room one too many times this first week to embarrass himself again. Lucky for him, he had the right time, the right room number, everything. He just needed to enter and find a seat. Easy, right?

Wrong.

First semester for a freshman English course? Of course, everyone was early. He made the mistake of coming 5 minutes before the start time.

He glances around the lecture hall. Sure, when he registered, there were 300 seats in the class, 90 full. He didn’t expect it to fill up so quickly.

He spots you—you were sitting in the middle row, one seat in from the end of the row. He recognized you. A friend. From before he died. You never did like his whole Robin thing. His whole vigilante thing. Probably the only seat he could take without walking through 20 people, so he decides to sit next to you.

“Hey,” he mumbles quietly, voice gruff as he squeezes into the tiny lecture hall chairs.

“Did you want me to move in one?” You whisper, already packing up your stuff to move seats.

“No, no, it’s fine.”

“You’re sure?”

“Positive.”

He glances over your stationery—over you. Cute, he thinks.

“You’re a freshman?” He asks, still eyeing your various pens and agenda.

“I am,” you confirm, glancing at him. “Are you?”

He huffs a laugh. He is, he just doesn’t look it. You haven’t seen him in years, of course, you wouldn’t recognize him. 6’0”, 200-something pounds? Anyone would think he’s a bodybuilder—a fully grown adult. “I am.”

“Gym?”

“Yeah.”

“Explains the build. Not- not that it’s bad.”

He huffs another laugh, perking up when the professor enters the room, already beginning to speak. He pulls out his laptop to take notes, watching as you do the same.

Three hours. Three hours of pure English lecture next to his childhood friend. If Jason knew what heaven was like, it would be this. All he had to do was somehow explain to you that he’s your best friend—your boyfriend—from all those years ago.

The semester progressed, and the two of you grew close. If you weren’t at his dorm, he was at yours. 

Tonight, though, neither of you was in a dorm. Roy had somehow convinced both of you to attend a frat party—despite the fact that both of you would do anything but go to a party. Roy was getting initiated, though. You two wanted to support him.

Attached at the hip was an understatement. You and Jason never left each other’s side during the party.

“It’s so loud,” you yell into Jason’s ear, swirling the beer in your cup.

“You wanna go upstairs or something? Roy gave me a tour of the house a bit ago,” he yells back.

You shake your head, not wanting to ruin Roy’s night. “I’m sure he wants us down here. Conversing and such.”

“Your call, princess. I’ll scoop you up, and we’ll go get ice cream.”

“Ha ha. I know you just want ice cream. We’re here to support Roy.”

“Fine, then. Don’t come crawling back to me when you want ice cream then, angel.”

You huff a laugh, sniffing the beer in your hand, huffing at the smell. Jason sees this and plucks the cup out of your hand.

“I was drinking that,” you huff, offended.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t pretend like you like it,” he hums, downing the cup quickly.

Oh.

Oh no.

Jason looks woozy.

“Jay?”

“I think someone spiked your drink, princess,” he grumbles, body slumping onto you.

“Holy- Roy!” You yell, glancing around for the redhead.

Roy pops up seemingly out of nowhere, beaming. “Hey, sweet cheeks! What’s goin’ on with Jay?” he presses his hand against Jason’s forehead.

“He drank my drink, and someone spiked it,” you explain quickly, struggling to prop him up.

“Whoa, okay. Let’s get him back to the dorms, yeah?”

You nod, allowing Roy to help you bring Jason back to his dorm.

Finally, the two of you lower him onto his bed, propping his head up.

“You’ll be alright?” Roy glances at you. “Maybe I should stay and make sure he doesn’t choke on his barf.”

“You’re fine, Roy. Go have fun. Congrats,” you smile, pushing him out of the dorm room.

The door shuts, and Jason groans, arms outstretched toward you.

“How’re you feeling, Jay?” You mumble quietly, walking over.

“I missed you,” he grumbles, hugging you tightly.

“What do you mean? I’ve been with you all night,” you huff a laugh.

“No, I… Robin. I missed you when I died.”

You pause, pulling back.

“What did you say?”

“You- I was Robin, and you were my best friend. And then I died, and all my family and friends stopped being vigilantes because of what happened to me. Except for Bruce. That fucker. I love my dad.”

“Jay- Jason. Jason Todd. You’re telling me you’re the same Jason from when I was a kid?” you say quietly, pushing back the sweaty white tuft of hair from his forehead, searching for a small scar on his forehead from when he bumped his head when he was younger.

“In the flesh,” he smiles.

“White hair. Heterochromia. You’re so much bigger. There’s no way you’re the same Jason,” you grumble, analyzing his appearance.

“It’s a lot to explain. But please believe me,” he huffs quietly. “How can I convince you?”

“I- I don’t know,” you mumble quietly, finger tracing over the forehead scar you found. The same scar you would kiss before he left your after-school dates. The same scar you kissed hours before he left to find his mother. The same scar in the last place you kissed before he died.

“You… you used to call me birdie. Birdie, right? And we would hang out at the park after school, so we had a chance to hang out without teachers or parents watching. Please believe me, angel.”

You did do that. You did all of that with him. But something is telling you it’s not him. That somehow, for some reason, someone had it out to get you and decided to hire someone to take Jason’s name and appearance. You can’t believe it.

“What’s my favorite color?”

“What?”

“I never told you, but I told Jason when we went out. What’s my favorite color?”

You watch as he speaks. Despite being drugged out and drunk, he answered perfectly.

You watch as he mumbles stories from when you were kids. Little gifts he got for you, little notes you passed to him. Everything.

This was the Jason Todd you knew.

❥・a/n: spring semester is upon us :( i hope everyone is doing well and locking in if youre a student ! another small college blurb for your viewing pleasure :3 also pushing my heterochromia jason agenda tyvm .. love yall and stay safe !! <3

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❥・Jason Todd — rough (nsfw)

❥・tags: nsfw, jason todd blurb, established relationship, oral (both recieving), fingers in mouth, itty bitty teeny tiny angst if you squint with a microscope (lwk dont even know if yall will see it), gn!reader, no dialogue, no use of y/n

❥・word count: 589

Jason Todd, littered in scars and biceps you wish you could bite into.

Tough and rugged and standoffish. All words that characterize the second son of the Bat.

Quiet and reserved, is what the second adopted son of Bruce Wayne would be described as.

The people of Gotham, the underground, and the elite all agree on one thing. Jason Todd is not one for talking.

So when he arrives at a gala with a date? The media starts buzzing.

The Red Hood's new "safehouse" seemed to line up with Jason's public appearance with his new partner.

You don't think he's any of those things. You think he's sweet.

Brooding, large, hunk of a man, reduced to mush. The doting boyfriend to his lover.

One word you can agree with the public, though?

Rough.

He's nice to you, sure. Albeit a bit awkward, despite the publicity and length of your relationship with him.

Behind closed doors, he's all over you.

Sloppy, wet kisses trail down your neck, over your chest, down your stomach.

Thick, clumsy fingers are busy undoing your bottoms, whatever they may be.

He likes it when he can just tug them down.

If anyone asks, he doesn't rut against the mattress pathetically as his cargos get all too tight around his cock.

Despite his eagerness to shove you into the bedroom, he's slow with his foreplay.

Featherlight touches on you and your sensitive parts before engulfing himself in your pleasure.

Once or twice, you'll cum on his tongue. He likes forcing your thighs down on the bed, despite how badly he wants to die with your thighs as headphones.

He likes pressing your face into the pillow while you whimper in pleasure and pain as he pounds into you.

He likes acting all high and mighty, fucking you into the mattress like that. Like he's in control for once.

He'll pull you toward him, sweaty digits on your tongue. The lewd gags you emit make him feel a little better for the slight pain you feel.

He'll kiss you, all arched and panting like that, despite these kisses barely making contact with your pouty lips.

When he's tired of kneeling, you're flipped over, cock still deeply burrowed in you.

He whispers quiet words of encouragement into your ear—a stark contrast to your tear-brimmed eyes and your pathetic whines.

He likes it when you scratch up his back, sometimes you make it bleed. He'll give you some love bites in return.

Indents of his teeth on your shoulder mirror yours on his.

He fucks his cum into you, which is always messy, considering the size of his load.

Sticky and warm, he doesn't slow his pace, allowing the cum to act as a lubricant, in hopes of fucking another orgasm out of you.

He peppers kisses on your face before sitting you up and slapping his cum-covered cock on your lips.

He watches you with a lustful gaze and shallow breath as you lick up his fluids.

He'll lick your lips for you, tongue darting between to indulge in the taste of your thick saliva mixed with his cum.

He'll lay you down, not holding you down, and clean up his mess. He likes the pressure your legs put on him.

Every time, he promises he's just licking it up. Very rarely, he'll hold his promise.

Can you blame him for wanting one more orgasm from you? When you mewl pathetic cries and pull on his hair when he succeeds?

Jason will clean you up for real.

❥・a/n: my contribution to kinktober bc ion have time to write 31 oneshots nd stuff IM SORRY :( classes arent slowing down but i lwk procrastinated to write this .. love yall and stay safe !! <3

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I LOVE UR WRITING!!

tysm !! <3

super sorry ive been basically radio silent besides replying to comments :(

my profs this semester are out to get me omg

ive been itching to get back to writing, though

maybe soon maybe when the semesters over ..

love yall and stay safe !! <33

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❥・Simon Riley — nurses orders

❥・tags: simon riley blurb, nurse!reader, gn!reader, no dialogue, no use of y/n, simon is a loser in love

❥・word count: 177

Simon has a favorite nurse.

He shouldn't, but he does.

He likes the way you dote on him, no matter how small the injury.

He'd visit the medical tent just to chat, next thing he knows, you're examining any visible skin to make sure he didn't injure himself.

He also likes it when he has a large injury, since it promises a longer appointment with you.

He particularly liked one time, your face skewed when he walked in with a knife in his abdomen.

It wasn't the most pleasant feeling, but he liked being on bed rest, if it meant you checked on him every few hours.

A few times, he walked in while you were busy with another soldier.

Nothing against the other nurses, but he doesn't feel like they help him as much as you do.

Simon will gladly wait with a bullet lodged in his arm, if it means you'd help him.

And he has.

Multiple times.

Simon likes checking you out as much as you check him out.

He doesn't mean to, honestly.

❥・a/n: getting back into cod obvi :3 also i thought i escaped the ao3 curse but i lwk got into a fender bender ... im okay yall dw ! still on soft hiatus bc im locking in this semester + im having writers block .. love yall and stay safe !!

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❥・Jason Todd — late nights

❥・tags: jason todd blurb, jason todd fluff, a man who yearns is a man who earns, gn!nicknames (angel), gn!reader, no use of y/n, jasons kinda ooc but idc this is self indulgent

❥・word count: 585

Jason's calling.

"Hello?"

"Hey, angel. Did I wake you?"

His voice—all too familiar—was different. Thick and husky words drooled from his throat as he spoke, an exclusive trait he only picks up this late at night.

"Yeah, kind of," you huff a short laugh.

"Are you okay? It's 3 am," you mumble, pulling the phone from your face to see the time.

"Fine. I finished patrol. Didn't want to go home. I just needed to hear your voice," he replies, revving his bike.

"Are you driving somewhere?" You blink at your dark ceiling, trying to stay awake.

"Just... anywhere."

"Why not go home? You don't want to, but why?"

"You're full of questions."

You shift to sit up in your bed. "You're not full of answers."

Jason sighs into the mic—at least, that's what you can assume over the loud wind and the engine rumbling.

"I didn't want to go back to the mansion, or an empty apartment. I don't- I don't want to be alone tonight."

Maybe it was the way his voice was gruff and low, maybe it was the fact you were still drunk off sleep, but for some odd reason, your response came all too quickly.

"Come over."

Years of pining and awkward "will they? won't they?" tension led to your stupid offer. And he said yes.

Once he arrives, he's here. In front of you, crowding in your door frame. And you?

You don't know what to do.

You resorted to the couch—a neutral area to maybe sleepily confess your feelings to your best friend.

"I'm sorry for waking you. I- we can just sit here. Or you can go back to bed. I just need to know you're in the same area. Same apartment as me. Proximity," he mumbles quietly, watching your tired face.

"No sir. You called me, you're dealing with waking me up," you press a finger to his mouth with a short laugh.

"You always pick up," he smiles, pushing your hand away.

"It's fine. I'm up most nights anyway."

"Why?" He furrows his brows, recalling the number of times he's called you in the past few months—it's a lot.

"Because I know you'll call. And when you don't, you always text me when you're done with patrol anyway," you blink.

"You... you wait up for me?"

"You're the one who gave me this habit. What kind of person texts their best friend that they're home safe from an activity the best friend didn't participate in?"

"You're blaming me, now?" Jason huffs a laugh.

You nod, a tired smile on your face.

"Angel, go to bed. I'm tired too. I'll be outta your hair in the morning, yeah? Promise," he mumbles, frowning at how exhausted you look.

You nod and stumble off to bed. He follows close behind—to ensure you don't collapse in the 30 feet walk from your living room to your bedroom.

You hop onto the bed and mumble nonsense at him and he responds back.

"You don't have to stay up for me. I'll stop calling you so late, angel."

"No, I like the calls. Nice to know you're alive."

"I'm alive," he mumbles.

He presses a soft kiss to your temple—and you swear he said "I love you"—before you drifted off to sleep.

He crashed on the couch and was gone by the morning.

Jason left fully written love letters throughout the years of your friendship on your nightstand before leaving, though. Yes, multiple.

❥・a/n: im not 100% back but im getting back into reading novels and im reading like ten comic runs rn but life is alr :3 fall semester is starting soon so ill be posting even less but ill ofc interact w yall if you reblog or comment <3

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❥・Jason Todd — well deserved vacation (nsfw)

❥・tags: nsfw, jason todd blurb, super minor plot, established relationship, slight voyeurism(? not sure if these count, pls lmk), gn!reader, no dialogue, no use of y/n

❥・word count: 357

Jason was dragged by you to a tropical island who knows where—all he did was pay, and you handled the rest. What you didn't know is that he had a person of interest who just so happened to be on the island during the same time frame.

You took full advantage of him paying—an all-inclusive hotel, first-class tickets, even a shopping trip for new clothes for the trip—and he was glad to tag along, swiping his card, and allowing you to believe he was simply there for the unlimited poolside drinks.

Somehow, he caught his guy on the first day the two of you arrived at the resort. Lucky him.

And lucky you.

Jason fucked you nice and slow when he returned after catching his guy.

And every other day after that until your stay was over.

He liked doing quickies in the hotel's lobby bathroom. Gives a nice echo of your sounds that ring in his head for the following hours.

He'll drag you out of the room, just to sit in the hotel's hot tub and sit you on his cock.

Or he'll pull your bathing suit off and watch you ride him in your private cabana—provided by the resort—on the beach. The breeze blows off some sweat and steam.

The waves—as much as he'd like to convince himself otherwise—did little to nothing to cover the sweet sounds of your moans.

Jason liked to bend you over the balcony railing, humming contently as he pushed your shirt up your back, hand cupping your bare ass.

He'd whisper soft praises mixed with taunts of how dirty you were, allowing him to fuck you in the daylight.

In public, no less. As public as the balcony of the presidential suite could be.

As much as he liked muffling your sounds in public, he let you moan as loudly as you wanted when he had you bent over the glass of the balcony.

Jason liked seeing the prints of your body against the glass afterward—and any other drops of cum that may have sprayed out from either one of you.

❥・a/n: i got back from my vacation a bit ago and ive been having writers block , forgive me :( also ive been really into the game date everything... should i possibly write for the characters in that game ...? lmk :3

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[ditzybeee]

❥・Jason Todd — virgin partner (nsfw)

❥・tags: nsfw, jason todd blurb, established relationship, gn!nicknames (angel, baby), virgin!reader, gn!reader, no use of y/n, longwinded stoplight system explanation, assumed birth control if applicable (i forgot to write it in and im lwk having writers block rn and didnt wanna make it any longer then it alr was), nipple sucking, missionary, thumb in mouth, finish in reader

❥・word count: 701

Jason Todd is so in love with you.

So much so, that he hadn't kissed or fucked you since you started dating a few months back.

He respects you so much, he would hate to feel like he's rushing you in this relationship.

He's had his fair share, so he's pretty averagely experienced.

What he didn't expect you to confess is that he was your first boyfriend, ever. And you want him to be the one to take your first kiss, first makeout, first time, everything—all in one night.

"You're absolutely, 100% positive?" Jason blinked at you. He was sitting on your bed in your shitty apartment—you'd refuse his offer to have you set up in a nicer part of town.

"I'm sure," you nod.

He guides you to straddle his lap.

Sure, Jason's touched you before. Lingering, burning touches that he wished led to more but never did.

Today? His touch was hot. Large hands caress your arms, your thighs. Warm palms pressed on your hips under your shirt as he mumbled soft words of encouragement and reassurance.

"Stoplight system. You heard of it?" He mumbles quietly, hands busy with feeling every inch of your skin.

You nod, but not entirely.

"Green means go, yellow means slow, red means stop. Like a regular stoplight, okay?"

You nod again.

"So sometimes, I'll ask for a color, and you'll respond. Or if I don't ask for a color, you're still gonna tell me what color. If you don't like it, if you do, if you want to slow down," he explains.

"For example, if I lift your shirt," he hums quietly, pulling the fabric up.

"Green," you say softly.

"Good."

He continues speaking quietly. His voice gets huskier as he realizes the position he's in—that he'll get to fuck his partner that he loves.

"Let me kiss you, angel," Jason says softly, "please."

You nod, and he does.

Your teeth clack against his as your lips fumble to match his.

Some moments later and you're already a pro. Your lips slot into his easily.

Sloppy kisses trail to your neck and he huffs heavily when you whine and gasp at the newfound pleasure.

His tongue swirls around your nipple, sucking and flicking it.

He's slow and deliberate with undressing you. He's so very careful with you.

Jason stares at you for a beat when you're fully naked in front of him.

He lays you on your back—he needs to watch you get fucked.

He makes sure you're fully prepped before easing himself into you.

His cock is long and thick—he knows that much—so he's so, so, so slow when he pushes into your entrance.

"You okay, baby?" Jason hums softly, tapping your head.

You nod quickly, emitting a strangled noise he can only assume is a moan.

He's slow to pump—in and out and in and out and in and out—watching your face to make sure he's not hurting you.

Eventually, he gains a slow and steady rhythm.

His hand is clasped over yours, watching your body react every time he thrusts into you.

Given it was your first time—and Jason knew what he was doing—you finished quickly.

You lay there, panting, watching as he continued to thrust into you.

"Green," you say softly.

He hums quietly in response, speeding up ever so slightly.

He sticks a thumb in your mouth, huffing quietly as he speeds up.

Jason makes you finish another few times before even thinking about his own orgasm.

When he does, he mumbles something about wanting to see his cum on your body.

He pants, nearing his orgasm, pulling himself out of you and stroking his length.

"Inside- please," you whimper softly.

"You wanna be filled with my cum, baby?" He huffs a soft laugh, inserting himself again.

"Y- yeah."

And he does, pumping his cock into your swollen entrance and filling it with his cum.

He pushes his thumb in, watching it spill out again, smiling at the sight.

He kisses you quickly before hopping off the bed and shuffling off to find a wet towel and run a bath for you.

Jason Todd loves you so much.

❥・a/n: i am back!!! modified request sent to me in dms ! tysm to the person who sent it in :3

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[ditzybeee]

❥・Jason Todd — mutual masturbation (nsfw)

❥・tags: nsfw, jason todd blurb, gn!nicknames (baby, angel), slight degradation, cheating implication (character assumed reader was, reader was not), gn!reader, no use of y/n, slight voyeurism, fingers in mouth

❥・word count: 338

Jason's been out on a mission for a few months. He's finally home.

"I'm home," he hums into the—usually—quiet apartment, as you often were napping or were engrossed with something on your phone.

What he didn't expect was to hear you. Your soft moans and whines emitting from the bedroom—noises he's all too familiar with—and he was sure he wasn't the cause of those sweet sounds.

Jason had expected the worst. He was away for some months, could he blame you if you wanted to keep yourself entertained with some boy toy you plucked off the street?

He was pleasantly surprised when he saw you were alone in the bedroom, legs propped up, your shirt clasped in between your teeth, revealing your chest and stomach, shorts strewn on a nearby chair, and your hands—your lovely hands—busying themselves with touching every nook and cranny of yourself.

"Hi baby," he breathes, stripping off his gear.

You emit a strangled moan, and he watches as your legs twitch as you continue touching yourself. He kneels in front of the bed, dark hair falling in front of his eyes.

"You're killing me here, angel," he mumbles gruffly against your knee, eyes trained on your hands as you pleasure yourself. He ruts against the air, huffing quietly against your skin.

"I missed you. Come back to find you fucking yourself and I'm too tired to do shit," he whispers, breath hot against your skin.

His fingers, thick and clumsy, unbuckle and remove his belt. He tugs his pants off roughly, stroking himself as he inhales the scent of your arousal.

He peppers kisses on your thighs while you overstimulate yourself, thighs clasping tightly against the sides of his head—a feeling he missed badly.

He stands, pumping his cock as he stares at your trembling, sensitive body. Thick ropes of cum spurt on your torso, soft whines escape his throat.

"So dirty," he hums, shoving his cum-covered fingers into your mouth and making you suck them clean.

Jason could get used to this routine.

❥・a/n: jason coming home from a long mission to find his partner getting freaky but he's too tired to do anything... last post before i leave yall for a week :3 behave <3

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[ditzybeee]

❥・Jason Todd — high school bf

❥・tags: jason todd blurb, jason todd is a loverboy, jason todd is a loser, high school sweethearts, gn!reader, no use of y/n, implied dialogue, loosely based on me and my bf :3

❥・word count: 636

Jason Todd is crushing hard.

The two of you met freshman year and he couldn't get you out of his head since.

He, of course, went through the painful process of friends-to-lovers. Because he'd rather make sure you liked him—a lot—before considering flirting.

Not that you'd know it.

He was bad at it. He was so, so bad at it.

Stupid lines from his stupid novels. Did you even read Jane Austen?

Never mind that you thought it was cute—you thought he was cute—lucky him.

When Jason asked you out, it couldn't be less cheesy. Full bouquet of flowers—which he didn't burden you with holding for the school day—and a bunch of your favorite snacks, which you promptly shoved into your bag before your teachers questioned them.

Newly dating and he was so excited. Nervous and sweaty palmed holding your hand in his, smiling ear to ear.

He'd walk you to class, even if it's across campus.

Sure, a few tardies would damage his perfect record, but he can't afford you missing your classes.

Dates with Jason were something else. Bruce had Dick chaperone the first few—either that or the dates were at the manor. Not that he didn't trust you, but he didn't trust Jason.

And he wanted to see his second son awkwardly maneuver speaking to his own partner.

Jason shared his first kiss with you on his first non-chaperoned date. A picnic some spring day in which he kept sneezing because of the pollen, mumbling about how badly he looked.

You stared at him in awe, giggling, and helping him wipe his face.

He was so, so in love with you that he whispered if he could kiss you, and quickly did when you accepted.

As high school continued, your relationship blossomed.

Both families trusted the other to keep their child safe when they slept over, to send the two of you to different cities and states for events, and to allow trips.

Jason first said "I love you" when he saw you in your dance attire. Sure, he's seen you in formal wear before. But this? This takes the cake.

He kissed you quickly, whispering the three words into your ear before Alfred made you two pose for pictures.

This same scenario repeated every time the two of you had a dance.

Every dance, every school event, every club meeting, you and Jason were there together.

It was about junior year when he told you about Robin and how he was thinking of changing it to Red Hood once you two graduated. He took your pointers for his new costume design—after a week-long argument about him being a vigilante and how dangerous it was.

He asked you to prom in a long-winded text message—multiple questions of whether you wanted a public promposal—it was obvious he used speech-to-text, and the message mirrored his speech patterns.

The dance was great. Dinner was delicious and the night was equal parts your boyfriend and equal parts your friends.

The days leading up to graduation were full of anxiety and joy.

You and Jason would stay out well past your curfews—which were basically obsolete, as both families didn't enforce it, as long as you were with each other—and just hang out.

You'd talk about your plans after high school—college, trade school, straight to work?

He'd mumble soft praises against your skin as you ramble about your ambitions, mirroring your energy when you asked about his vigilante plans.

Graduation—Jason's eyes hadn't been dry for a single second that day. He sobbed when you walked across the stage, when you cheered just as loudly for him, and when he saw you in your graduation gown all dressed up.

Jason loves the title "high school sweethearts".

❥・a/n: im feelin soft for my boy rn :( obvi no trauma au if he never DIED <3 more smut soon tho! i wont have internet the week after this coming week so ill try and get as much stuff out as possible!

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[ditzybeee]

Is the blue beetle you write for from the movie or just the general character?

hii !! if you read my tags in my posts i will write in which version of the character i have in mind ! for my jaime posts, i have the movie one in mind, as i am familiar with that version of his character, but you can read it as any version of the character <3

[ditzybeee]

❥・Jason Todd — free use partner (nsfw)

❥・tags: nsfw, jason todd blurb, established relationship, jason todd is lwk a loser, gn!reader, no use of y/n, no dialogue, implied dialogue, cnc, free use, thigh fucking

❥・word count: 415

Jason Todd is many things. If he is one thing, it's never satisfied. Filled with rage, filled with frustration, pent up with feelings good and bad.

Patrols are tiring, boring, annoying. Surveying Gotham nightly is exhausting—worse when it's a slow crime night. Sure, when there's action, he gets a kick out of it now and then. Until it's over. He's tired, sweaty, and spent.

That's when he comes home to see your sleeping form all warm and bundled up in the sheets.

He likes you—loves you, so much—especially one time when you woke up and he was halfway through beating himself off after patrol.

He didn't completely understand the concept of free use—all he heard was he could fuck you wherever, whenever. He took that and ran.

Sort of.

He hadn't fucked you when you were asleep. He doesn't think he'd like it. Not when you're fully unconscious.

But tonight? He'll gladly press your legs together and fuck your thighs.

He's rough with his pants, large fingers fumbling with the belt buckle, shoving them down as he kneels on the bed.

He's hesitant to pull the covers off, but he does. He keeps them on your arms, make sure you're not cold.

He pushes your shirt up—just to expose a bit of your stomach—and presses a soft trail of kisses on it.

Slowly, he strokes himself, breathing gruffly as he watches you sleep.

It felt dirty. It felt wrong. But Jason loved it.

He lifts your legs, placing both on his shoulder as he presses his tip against the back of your thigh.

He hisses when his sensitive tip brushes your skin, making sure you're still asleep.

Jason slowly, so very slowly, pushes his cock between your thighs. He blinks, before pulling out and rubbing lotion on your thighs before resuming—he'd rather you not wake up to chafed thighs because your boyfriend was pent up from crime fighting.

Despite your sleeping, he still whispers soft praises when he thrusts, just as he does when you're having sex. Because conscious or not, he needs you to know how good you're being for him.

His hips slap against your thighs when his speed quickens and his breathing becomes ragged.

His cum sticks to your stomach and thighs because somehow he was halfway through pulling out when he finished. He cleans up his mess, peppering soft kisses all over you before pulling the blanket back onto you.

Jason Todd is insatiable.

❥・a/n: jason being hesitant w a free use partner has been knawing on my brain for weeks ...

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[ditzybeee]

❥・Jaime Reyes — college party (nsfw)

❥・tags: nsfw, jaime reyes blurb, any jaime with movie!jaime in mind, fem!reader, afab!reader, fem!nicknames (princesa, preciosa, hermosa), gn!nicknames (cariño), no use of y/n, mild alcohol mention (character thinks reader is drunk), fingering (reader receiving), oral (both receiving), overstimulation, jaime might have a praise kink

❥・word count: 650

Jaime Reyes wasn't sure how he got here—at a frat party, which wasn't his usual scene—with a hot person on his lap.

"Why won't you tell me your name, princesa?" He asks quietly, staring at you with wide eyes. You wag your finger at him with a laugh.

"That takes away the mystery of making out with a stranger at a party," you hum, leaning down.

"We're not making out, though."

"Not yet. Can we?"

He blinks.

He nods.

Jaime was pretty sure you were under the influence, or a little crazy—he never saw the appeal of sleeping with strangers and was never one to do one-night stands—but that won't stop him from impulsively indulging your, probably intoxicated, actions.

He's not complaining, though—far from it, in fact.

He likes hearing your soft groans, because despite the fact there were three other couples dry-humping and biting each other next to the two of you, you're trying not to be too lewd on the public couch of a frat house with half of campus in attendance. You have more self-respect than that.

Making out with you was something Jaime will remember for a bit. He likes how soft your lips are.

He also likes how fast you made it sloppy.

Somehow, some way, the two of you found yourselves in one of the empty rooms in the frat house—it was a miracle he remembered to lock the door—he'll make sure to clean up when the two of you are done.

Sloppy—probably drunken—making out lead to your pants slipped off and him knuckle deep in your pussy.

His fingers curl up when he pumps them into you.

"You're so pretty and so wet for me, cariño," he hums softly, watching you as you bury the side of your face against the pillow.

He watches your legs tremble as your cum spurts out and your hands clench the sheets.

"So pretty when you're shaking and whimpering for me, preciosa," he hums softly, kissing up your torso as he continues pumping his fingers at a slow pace.

It's overstimulating—the way he moves his fingers against your sensitive cunt.

"Shh, shh, I know," he mumbles softly, coaxing another orgasm out of you with his fingers. He bites back a groan of satisfaction when he feels your walls clench around his hand again.

He finally retracts his hand, licking and sucking them clean before pulling his pants down.

"Look at that, hermosa. You got me all messy," he huffs softly, watching as your eyes drift over his dick. Long and hard. He uses his thumb to rub the pre-cum leaking from his tip around in slow circles—hissing at the sensation.

"You wanna help me feel good, princesa?" He hums quietly, helping you sit up, watching as you nod with hungry, half-lidded eyes.

He lies back against the headboard, watching as you bend down to kiss his tip ever so softly.

"Fuck," he whimpers when you take his cock into your mouth, licking the length. He struggles not to grab your hair and force you down onto him, fist clenching and unclenching.

"You're so pretty when you're sucking me off, cariño," he mumbles, voice thick and husky, caressing your cheek as you bob your head.

He doesn't make you suffer swallowing his cum—it probably tastes like shit considering the amount of energy drinks he consumes while studying.

Instead, he eats you out.

He hums against your inner thighs, kissing and leaving tiny hickey marks that you won't find until morning.

He'll finger you while his tongue flicks your clit.

He'll allow your thighs to squeeze his head when you cum in his mouth for the third time—you'll feel sore for the next two days.

With how horny he is, he could easily go for longer—fuck you nice and slow like you deserve—but he likes knowing you finished more than he did.

Jaime Reyes is so not forgetting this.

❥・a/n: SORRY FOR THE COP OUT ENDING !! not my best work tbh ... plus yall need to give my boy jaime more credit hes pathetic :3

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