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This will be a work in progress as for right now it is very bare. I do hope to expand though...

I have not done a request yet, but I am open to giving it a shot if you want :)

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Azriel

Series:

Inner Ace- pt 1 pt 2 pt3 (to be continued)

To Be Seen- pt 1 pt 2 (to be continued

Jason Todd

On the House - Fluff , Hurt/Comfort

#masterlist #acotar #current wip #dc fanfiction #azriel x reader #jason todd x reader

godmadeaterribleerror

good things

✦Read on aO3! - Masterlist - Soldier Boy Masterlist✦

✦summary: soldier boy never liked soft things, until he met you. suddenly, there's nothing more important in the world✦

✦warnings/tags: Soldier Boy x female!reader, no use of y/n, no description of reader, age gap (he's a hundred), angst, switching pov between ben and reader, softer!ben, canon divergance, pining, plot to earn the smut (dirty talk, posessiveness, teasing, praise and degredation kink, size kink, dry humping, body worship, dom!Ben, nipple play, finger sucking, begging, manhandling, oral f!reciving, pussy spanking, overstimulation, clit abuse, creampie, monster dick ben, rough sex, this man is a sex god fr fr, edging, dumbification, dacryphilia, hyperspermia, squirting), love confessions, fluff✦

✦wc: 11k✦

✦author's note: request! i love that old man✦

Butcher said he knew a librarian, and Soldier Boy snorted.

“You think some moldy, four-eyed broad is going to help us fix this? Some gal who’s never gotten her hands dirty in her life?”

“I think we’re runnin’ outta options,” Butcher said, shooting Soldier Boy a look of challenge. “You got better ideas, I’m all ears. ‘Till then, we’re goin’ to see my girl.”

Soldier Boy had opened his mouth, ready to suggest many better ideas—he was full of them, a real strategic genius—when Hughie cleared his throat from his side. He had a hand up, like he was going to touch Soldier Boy’s shoulder, but thought better at the last second.

“She’s- You’ll like her, I think,” Hughie twitched, struggling to hold Soldier Boy’s gaze, but still trying. He’d never say it, but Soldier Boy admired the weed, twitchy kid’s tiny balls, for not giving up and running to the hills. Bravery wasn’t exactly in the cocksucker’s favor. “You’ll like her a lot more than us.”

That almost made Soldier Boy laugh. “That ain’t gonna be hard, kid.”

But screw him north, south, and to Tinseltown, the cocksucker was right.

godmadeaterribleerror

delicate

✦Read on aO3! - Masterlist - Dean Masterlist✦

✦summary: you ask dean to sleep with you, he turns you down, and you believe him. you tell him you don't care, and he believes you. eventually, one of you is going to have to tell the truth, won't they. ✦

✦warnings/tags: Dean Winchester x female!reader, no use of y/n, no description of reader, implied age gap (20s - 40s), virgin!reader, angst, overprotective, bad at feelings dean, pining, idiots in love, as is my way, shameless smut (loss of virginity, praise kink, dry humping, teasing, dean's dirty talk, spanking, fingering, stripping, body worship, degredation kink, soft!dom Dean, size kink, begging, pussy slapping, soft and rough sex, messy, creampie, big dick dean, mean dean, dumbification), love confessions, fluff✦

✦wc: 8.6k✦

✦author's note: i love writing idiots in love it's my favorite kind of idiot it's for love✦

“Have sex with me.”

Dean spits his coffee out. You sigh, bracing your hands on your hips, and wait for him to collect himself. You’re patient. He’s scrambling and slamming a fist on his chest, and you pass him a napkin with a sweet smile. You don’t think it’s going to win you a spot in his bed, but it might help.

“Better?” You ask, when he no longer sputtering and choking. He grunts, holding a hand up for a few more seconds. You roll your eyes—it wasn’t that crazy a thing to say—but bounce on your toes and wait.

Dean clears his throat, ears red, and looks up at you like you’ve grown a second head.

“What?”

On the House

Jason Todd x F!Reader

Summary: You worked the late shift at a small Gotham diner. Jason Todd was just another regular—or at least, that's what you thought. Between shared looks, "accidental" free meals, and quiet walks home before sunrise, the routine became something neither of you wanted to lose. In Gotham, however, even the safest routines can change in an instant, and Jason never planned on being forced to save you as Red Hood.

Warnings: Attempted armed robbery, gun violence, brief physical violence, mentions of panic/shock, emotional distress, fluff, comfort, not edited

WC: 4693

You couldn’t pin the exact moment you decided Jason Todd would be the love of your life. It had happened so quickly after all. One moment the two of you were meeting at the small diner you worked at, lingering at his table just long enough to make it questionable after dropping his order off. You had made sure to give the larger guy in your sectioned booth some extra attention that night. Besides from the obvious attraction that you had towards his physical stature–you always did a double take with big boys–you couldn’t pinpoint what made you so insistent on being present.

You’d watched men come in exhausted before.

None of them made you want to refill their coffee before they even asked, or ensure that every need was taken care of before they even lifted a finger.

Jason didn’t know why the waitress had been so nice to him tonight, but after the day he had, it was a small kindness the world allowed him.

The patrol earlier had done him in. The images of a trafficking ring he had busted off the pier officially soured his thoughts enough to where he once again found himself hating humanity. Realizing this in their rotation, Dick had covered his route for the night whilst Jason was under strict instructions to take the night off. It was that same night that he had met you, the nice waitress who gave him an extra shake because you ‘accidentally’ wrote it on the ticket–but don’t worry, he wouldn’t have to pay for it.

Jason had watched you write the ticket.

There was no mention of a shake there.

It was that simple gesture that allowed a small, barely visible smile to rise to his cheeks, allowing himself a small reprieve from the horrid thoughts of the previous encounter.

From that night on, Jason had sought out that same kindness as he himself admitted to being drawn to, the soft expression of his quickly becoming favorite waitress.

After the first couple appearances, you had begun to talk to the regular named Jason. He was a bit of an enigma at first, being soft spoken and slightly awkward when you began to speak to him about more than just if he wanted fries. Quickly however, the man had found his footing as each night that passed the conversations got longer and longer. You learned that he worked as a private security escort, mostly on contract basis. According to him, his hours were flexible as he could choose when and where he wanted to go for work. The news had brought you a warm bubble in your chest that at the time you couldn’t name.

As one of the few diners open as late as it was, Jason could almost always count on a warm meal, quiet ambiance of soft spoken conversations, and you.

Your hours have been brutal at best, but you defend them with your life. As a young woman Gothamite, working past the sun setting was a gamble with death to many. However, your diner was open into the wee hours of the morning, just before the sun made its reappearance. Someone had to work the shift. It wasn’t as though the owners were ignorant to the risks of it all. When you had started working at this little place, they had been more than adamant that you were clocked out and back within the safety of your apartment before the sun even set on the big Wayne Enterprises building off in the distance. However, as your time and experience increased within the diner, you quickly became important and evidently filled into a manager’s position when the last one had gotten mugged and quit.

One of the bat’s had gotten the mugger on the way home, and upon his trial, the previous manager’s payout was enough to retire early…the lucky bastard.

But your employers had taken it seriously, understanding the risk that came with this position and hours required. In turn, they had offered a pretty hefty check to accompany you with these late nights.

Earlier on in the quick chats with Jason, you had mentioned this consistent worknight clock-in, even going as far as hinting around at the reasoning as to why. In the end, it made sense to you for the risk it induces.

That was the first night that Jason had walked you home.

He had adjusted his patrol after that, ensuring everything to be wrapped up and finished by the time the diner had closed at the latest as to meet you outside. It was a habit that had quickly become a favorite time of the day for you. There had even been some close calls where the famous Red Hood helmet and signature utility belt had been stashed away behind a nearby bush as to make your trek home safer. He had prayed that day that the large leather jacket he had zipped up hid the thick armor and prominent red bat symbol beneath.

It didn’t take long for some of the world’s greatest detectives to find out about Jason’s crush, although you were completely ignorant to it all (like many other things).

Dick found out about it first. With his little wing sneaking off around the same time each morning, only to return almost exactly the same amount of time later, he had been inclined to sneak after him one day. After coming to the conclusion that Jay did in fact have a crush (let alone with a civilian–thank GOD someone had to be somewhat normal in this family), he lasted a single hour before Jason knew what happened.

Along with making Grayson swear on his dead parent’s, he had ensured that Dick knew to keep his mouth shut about her and not tell a soul. Surprisingly, true to his promise, the secret had remained that way for months now, and Jason couldn’t be more content.

You really liked Jason.

Like really, really, liked Jason.

He was kind, and funny, and smart, and his hands–

Your cheeks flushed. Currently, you had been working your shift without a hitch and sure enough the ring of the bell that only came at this hour brought the boy you had just been thinking about. You couldn’t control the large smile that had reached your eyes when your gaze met his. In those same hands, was an old novel, as he had quickly made his way to the signature booth that you kept free all evening for him to sit at.

It was also the only booth that you could sneak glances at without being obvious while you stood at the register counter.

You could be sneaky, but in this you also felt there wasn’t any harm with a couple glances while Jason turned a page.

Hearing a little ‘ding’ from the food bar, you scooted over to the small basket of fries and shake that rested there ready to serve. Picking it up, you bounced over to the familiar booth dropping the basket of fries and chocolate shake.

“Put the wrong ticket in again, ma?” Jason had jested, but was thankful for the gesture. He had loved using that nickname with you. The native Gotham accent on his tongue when he said it guaranteed a small dust of red to fill your cheeks. Shrugging your shoulders, you played along.

“That’s strange…” You had trailed off, scanning over the very obviously blank notepad that had been in your apron, “Looks right to me?” The small giggle that rushed out of you was bells to Jason’s ears.

“There is no way you are done with the other one already.” You deadpanned aghast with the new bound book on the table. It had a different font and name from the one just the day before, which was a bit of a stretch if he truly read it all in one day.

“I read fast.” Jason allowed his own warm smile to adorn his face whilst raising his brows.

“Nobody I know can read that fast, Jay.”

“You know other people?” The brunt quip had you smacking his shoulder with an open mouthed look of disbelief.

Conversation flowed endlessly between the two of you, until eventually the small buzz of his phone signaled his time had come to an end. As soon as it sounded, his hand had reached to grab the familiar device in the busted black case. You were very grateful to have gotten his number many visits ago, even texting him (almost) daily with updates or to continue a conversation you two had whilst you were on shift. It also made his trips home with you much easier to coordinate. Quickly finishing up the small gift of his food, Jason threw on his signature leather jack that looked oh so good on him, and made his way towards the door.

“You mind holding onto that until I come get you later?” Giving a quick gesture to the similarly leather bound book, you had given a sure nod back.

“You got it, I’ll keep it up at the stand.”

“Don’t let anyone steal it.” You snorted at the notion.

“It is Crime and Punishment, Jason.”

“Exactly.”

“Nobody is stealing Crime and punishment.”

“It is a collectors edition, you would be surprised.”

“You're such a weirdo.” Shaking your head, your laughs escaped you freely. The sound echoed through the mostly empty diner, earning a curious glance from the cook in the back.

Assured, Jason gave a cheeky wink.

“Thanks ma.” With the familiar chime of the bell hung above the door, Jason had snuck a last look at your flustered expression before quickly walking off.

Whatever Tim needed better be good.

The night had gone on rather slowly after that. Customers had come and gone with none to note, and the streetlamp outside the door flickered slightly with a gust of wind. Throughout the night you checked in on the book that Jason had left within your care.

The pages were crisp. There had not been a single crease in the corners to signal a doggy-eared’ page marker or any sort of notation on the physical paper. However, one of the things that caught your eye was the numerous amounts of small annotated sticky notes that littered the pages. The handwriting was undoubtedly Jason's, as even the notes reflected the same tone he would talk to you with.

Half of the little notes had been debating the author, putting in his own two cents into the scene with how immersed he was in the narration. The other half consisted of simpler comments such as ‘idiot’ or jabs at characters within the story.

You had even noticed the leather binding of the book carried a small scent of his cologne from where he held it against his body while he walked.

Your phone on the stand buzzed. With the sky steadily beginning to emerge in a slightly lighter shade of blue, your shift was coming to a close rather quickly. As per usual, your kitchen chef had clocked out and closed it down early enough to leave about half an hour early which left you alone within the space.

It wasn’t uncommon.

In fact most nights you closed alone, however lately Jason had taken part in his presence around that time to talk before he walked with you back to your place. It was this thought that brought you back to your buzzing phone.

Jason: Running a little behind, I’ll be there soon.

You had smiled at the message. Sending a quick thumbs up to the bubble, you began the closing activities. You had wiped down all the booths and tables, shut off the coffee machine, and folded the silverware into the napkins well enough for them not to budge. Finally getting into counting the register from the day, the familiar chime of the bell over the door reminded you of the specific boy that was on his way.

However, what met your warm gaze was not the familiar sight of Jason.

At first it was the hollowed eyes of the man who stood before you. His complexion had been taut, pale at best with sores and cuts along his skin. Loose strands of greasy hair had peaked through under the very obviously dirty jacket.

What you saw next was the handgun he had pointed at you.

Just like himself, the gun was dirty. You prayed it wasn’t dirt from use, but simply the lack of means or care to clean it from the dirty Gotham rain. However, the nasally yell of the man shocked you out of your scared hopes.

“Take the money out, now!” The shock of it all held you frozen in place. Without thinking, your fingers curled around the leather cover resting beside the register.

“Do you want me to shoot you?!” The man’s voice was angrier this time as he waved the weapon, and with it sparked scared tears to collect in your waterline. With a shaky hand, you moved as slowly as possible as to not make the man pull the trigger any harder than he already was.

Evidently, what Tim wanted was a valid excuse to pull him from your presence, although he would never let the kid know that (if he were to ever find out about you). However, the problem had been more complex than either had imagined, which took more time to figure out.

Shooting off the text to you, things began to wrap up within the rooftop meeting.

“I haven’t seen you move that fast probably, ever, Red.” Tim jested as Jason rolled his eyes behind the helmet.

“Fuck off bird.” Jason snipped back before quickly repelling off the side and down towards the streets. Checking his phone again, his message had been acknowledged, but no response came from you following–which was odd.

His hand checked his phone again.

Still nothing.

A small pit of nerves settled into his stomach and with it, his pace quickened.

He always hated the idea of you closing up alone, and when you had told him about the common occurrence it made him ever so adamant to come to your side and ensure your safe walk home personally.

With Jason already being as late as he was, the diner had been close to closed if not already locked with you waiting inside for him. There wasn't any reason to do one quick sweep around the block before heading inside, right?

He adjusted course. Old habits took over as he began his quick assessment.

Chef had left for the night, his car gone from the parking spot he normally takes up with the old civic. What struck him odd was the very bright lights of the diner still being on. Typically, at this point you would have turned off the main lights, leaving only a couple on for you to scroll on your phone under. The ominous glow of the ‘Open” sign was enough to have Jason push his investigation further.

Despite him really not wanting to introduce you to Red Hood, there seemed to be no time as with each quick step he took more and more dread settled in the pit of his stomach. Reaching the door, Jason’s gloved hand threw it open by the handle.

What met his gaze shot a cold shot of terror through his spine.

You had been shaking, standing in front of the barrel of a small handgun. The burglar pointing the weapon had whipped his head around at the sound of Jason entering, meeting the cold white eyes of Red Hood.

“Shit!”

It was over in a flash. You swore your life had flashed before your eyes as Red Hood entered into the diner and caught eyes with the guy trying to rob you. The vigilante had moved like water, which surprised you in hindsight with his large stature. One moment the gun had been pointed at you. The next it clattered across the tile. You weren't sure when it had left the man's hand, but your ears rang with the fire of a couple panicked bullets into the ceiling before it dropped. The dirty man had attempted to fight back and escape his now more violent fate, but to no avail.

Red Hood had been efficient, but brutal. In a finalizing swift punch, the robber had lost consciousness with his thinning body hitting the floor with a ‘thump’.

Your shaking didn’t stop after the danger passed. Clutching Jason’s book to your chest, you had dipped below the manager’s stand and attempted to control your breathing with the soft scent of his leftover cologne. During your attempt to school your oxygen intake, a modulated voice called to you.

“You alright?” All things considered, you had been relatively fine. There weren't any new holes in you, and even the money remained in the cash register. So, overall nothing had been truly lost. However, it was the first time in your life you had felt truly vulnerable and in danger. You didn’t trust your voice as you sent the vigilante a nod.

Police sirens echoed outside, no doubt making their way towards the gunshots that came from the diner.

Red had quickly checked the robber for any more weapons, sliding out zip ties for his hands and ankles as he did. With the unconscious man giving no resistance it was restrained in a moment, and the hulking figure had begun to drag the man’s limp form by his wrists. The ‘ding’ of the door derailed your brain from the current spiral of panic.

Jason was still coming.

Giving a quick peer over the stand, Red Hood had met your uncertain gaze with his stoic helmet. Your eyes glanced between the dirty man and vigilante. He was half in and half out of the doorway, which seemed to be the cause of the bell to ring. Hesitantly, you spoke up.

“Can you put him on the other side of the door?” Red Hood had looked to the right side of the entryway outside the diner. You couldn’t see his expression, but you knew when he looked back to you, a question laid beneath the helmet. “I have someone coming and I don’t want him to freak out.”

Jason froze. Were you talking about him? You had just gone through an arguably traumatic event, and you were worried about what he–Jason Todd–walked up on to take you home?

His throat bobbed as he nodded, the Hood helmet weighing heavier than it had prior on his neck. This needed to wrap up quickly.

He didn’t know what to do. Swirling concerns and questions sat on his tongue as the undeniable fear settled into a constant rock of unease at the whole situation. To him, you were untouchable. Gotham has taken plenty, she had no use for you. To him, the city would never be allowed to touch your gentle light as long as he breathed. Tonight had proven him wrong.

It hadn’t been intentional, in fact it was unavoidable. Out of all of the days in which Jason had sent a text your way about being a bit behind, tonight had been one of the few times that was something he truly couldn’t argue with. The guilt of it all didn’t understand that reason, or it didn’t care. It didn't matter that what he was doing was important. You were vulnerable, someone had violently popped that bubble and as he stood as Red Hood–the guilt-filled anger that often accompanied the red helmet returned in full force.

A frustrated growl tore from the modulator as his fist slammed into the wall. With the vibration of the beam below him, the grimy man groaned in his unconscious state. For a moment, Jason’s mind went to murder, how quick he could remove the problem all together with a swift unholstering of the gun on his thigh.

However, the small yelp of fear that reached his helmet’s enhanced hearing decided against it. You had seen enough for the night and surely didn’t need to see why his signature red had been chosen as his color for work.

Shooting another glance at the still out body, Jason returned to inside the diner.

Hesitating, Jason did not meet your eyes immediately. Selfishly, he didn’t want to have the image of your fear being directed at him, but the pull to check you for injury won.

Scanning his eyes over to you, Jason was surprised to not have been met with hostility or fear. Instead you had moved out from behind the podium slightly with an uncertain relief under your expression. Taking in the damage around, the pit in Jason’s stomach grew. There was silverware scattered around the floor and a broken table from where he had thrown the man back and away from you. Gliding his eyes over to the register podium, the grundy gun laid on the ground not five feet from where you crouched with your eyes on him. Taking smaller steps (so as to not frighten you), Jason had bent down and quickly unloaded the rest of the bullets from the magazine along with the one in the chamber. The distinct sound of them hitting the floor gave himself something to focus on instead of his thoughts spiralling further.

“Thank you.” The fright in your tone was still present as you spoke to the vigilante. However, despite the violent nature of your first meeting with him, you didn’t feel like it was directed at you. He had saved your life, you could thank him for it even if you are scared out of your wits. Jason on the other hand could not believe you spoke to him like this.

People had run screaming from him for less. Yet, here you were, shaking like a leaf and hiding half of your body but forcing yourself to thank him for simply saving your life.

“Are you hurt?” Under the mask, Jason had winced as the specifically designed gravelly modulator made his question sound a lot more intense then he intended it too. Without being able to go up and check you himself (like he so desperately wanted to do), his racing heart would have to make due with your answer. You had scanned over yourself quickly, sending Red Hood a shake of your head.

“No.” You thought for a second, trying to let your brain catch up to your body. “Did you see anyone coming when you were outside?”

You didn’t know where the small confidence came from, maybe it was the shock of how the night progressed. Red Hood had shaken his helmeted head in response.

“Nobody aside from buddy over there.” You choked a bit on your tongue whilst looking down. Desperately, you tried to school the tears that gathered in your eyes. Thankfully you were successful in your efforts. You prayed that Jason would get there soon. Little did you know, Jason also prayed for someone to get to the diner quicker.

The police.

The moment they turned onto the street of the scene, he would be able to un-hood himself and rush back here to finally get you into his embrace. Thank God he had his phone on silent as he watched as you shot multiple texts off, no doubt to him. Realizing his impending presence was not helping your panic ease he had walked back outside to watch the robber with a stare like bullets.

Upon the first light of police lights turning down the street, Jason had dipped into a back alley and onto one of the nearby roofs to throw his utility belt and attire off. Thank god he had left some clothes up here last time. Ripping the helmet off, he tossed it to the ground, not thinking twice about the violent ‘clack’ that followed. Picking up the other clothes, Jason ignored the tremor that laced his hands as he attempted (and missed) the sleeve of his jacket. The image of a dirty gun pointed at your chest played behind his eyes with each struggling attempt to zip his jacket up. Jason had to continue to remind himself that the GPD had arrived, and you were not alone again with the man who threatened your life for paper in a machine. You were okay. Shaken? Definitely, but overall you were okay. Jason had finished changing quickly. Once he returned to the street, the run that he broke into rivaled one of when he fought on patrol.

You had been talking to the police. Leftover shakes radiated your body as you recounted the events, however it wasn’t the shaking that brought his attention to you, but what you held close to your chest.

His book.

The sight of it unraveled the tension in his chest and allowed his body to ease into a quick jog. The antique pages were nestled against your chest as you traced the embossed title on the front.

Upon seeing Jason rushing down the street, you had forgotten the interview and met him in a rush. Without so much as a ‘hello’, your body launched into his large form, allowing yourself to be completely engulfed within his strong embrace. A rushed breath allowed the fear from the whole evening drain from you, the tears you had kept within your waterline flowed freely down your face. Jason’s hand met the back of your head, holding your rushing breaths against his chest in hopes to try and get you to calm down a little. The wet patch growing on his shirt pulled at his heart. In his attempts, he let small assurances slip past his lips.

“You’re okay, it’s okay, you’re fine…” With each vibration of his deep voice, you found your shoulders loosening. “I’ve got you.”

At this point, the police had gotten all they could from your testimonial, and had no doubt about what occurred within the small diner. With assurance that the owners were contacted, and you could go home for the rest of the night (now with the sun peaking over the harbor). As you had begun your path home, you didn’t question how your hand ended up in his. Realizing this halfway through the walk, you had attempted to remedy what you did unconsciously but with no avail. Jason had tightened his grip around your own before you made it more than an inch.

He needed the contact as much as you did.

You dreaded the sight of your apartment building as you turned the corner. The walk had encompassed nothing but soft breathing, occasional check-ins, and comfort. Once the brick building came into view, you realized that would end once the door unlocked and you said your goodbyes. So, upon reaching the front door, you didn’t immediately reach for your keys. In fact, you waited multiple moments before Jason had spoken up.

“You alright?” Meeting his eyes, obvious concern met your own. However, with the question your body awoke with memory.

The gun, the loud firing, Red Hood.

“You alright?”

You hadn’t realized the slight shake in your body before looking to the man you have grown to adore.

“Do you want to stay over?” Unconsciously, you tightened your grip on the book that still laid nestled into your chest. You hadn’t thought to give it back yet as the weight had oddly grounded you.

“I just…” With the silent stretch, you nervously laughed, “I really don’t want to be alone.”

Jason’s own body relaxed with your question. He would hate to admit it, but the thought of leaving you alone within your apartment also made him antsy, even though he knew he would be returning promptly to survey the street on the roof. However, the idea of staying with you pulled away one of the strings of the knot that had tightened since earlier this evening.

“Yeah.” The breathlessness of his voice wasn’t intended, but the flush on your cheeks was well worth the rather helpless tone. “I’ll stay.”

This time, the reach for your keys was easy. Together, you stepped inside as the first rays of sunlight peered over the small apartment buildings on your block.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed!

#jason todd #jason todd drabble #jason todd fic #jason todd x femreader #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #red hood x you #dc x reader #dc fanfiction #fluff #protective jason todd #alernating pov #hurt/comfort #red hodd #batfam

starl1ghtgr4yson

𝜗ৎ “𝓟𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞.”

part one here

Summary: Jason’s on a sex ban— or quite literally, a complete touch ban!

warnings: whiny, pathetic Jason.

Jason Todd was an absolute idiot, there was no denying that. But he was a very desperate idiot. And he was willing to do anything if it meant you’d touch him again. You see, you’d put him on a complete sex/touch ban for three entire weeks, and well? Jason was not taking it well.

By day twelve of the three-week sentence, the fearsome Red Hood had effectively ceased to exist. In his place was a six-foot-two, two-hundred-and-fifteen-pound disaster who was entirely losing his grip on reality.

Jason didn’t do things by halves. When he was a crime lord, he took over the East End. When he was an Outlaw, he traveled through space and time. And when he was put on a strict ban by the only person who held his entire heart in her hands, he turned into this absolute menace of compliance.

The apartment had never been cleaner. It was, quite frankly, terrifying.

When you walked through the front door after an exhausting shift, you didn't just smell the familiar scent of Gotham rain and Jason’s expensive cologne. You smelled lemon verbena. You smelled freshly bleached tile

You stepped into the kitchen and paused. The countertops were sparkling so intensely they practically caught the light. Every single dish was not only washed, dried, and put away, but the spice rack had been meticulously alphabetized. Even the labels on the canned goods were facing perfectly forward.

And there, standing by the stove, was Jason.

He was wearing a pair of dark sweatpants that hung low on his hips and a tight, sleeveless black compression shirt that showed off every single rigid muscle, and scar, across his broad back. And the sight normally should’ve been enough for you to jump onto him, He was currently plate-stacking three different Tupperware containers of custom-marinated chicken breasts, a batch of freshly roasted vegetables, and a pot of handmade gnocchi.

The moment the lock clicked, Jason didn’t just look up. His entire body snapped to attention. His dark eyes locked onto yours with this frantic, high-alert energy that reminded you of a stray puppy.

He didn't break the rules. His large, heavily calloused hands clamped firmly onto the edge of the kitchen island to physically anchor himself in place, but his broad shoulders slouched instantly into a pathetic, pleading posture.

"Hey," he said. His voice was incredibly rough, a deep, gravelly rumble that sounded completely worn out, like he hadn't slept in a week— which he hasn’t. How could he without your hugs and kisses?. "I made dinner. I made the gnocchi from scratch. The way your grandma does it, with the potato-to-flour ratio you like. And I prepped your lunches for the next four days."

You set your bag down, looking at the sheer volume of food, then at the pristine kitchen. "Jason... did you scrub the baseboards?"

"Yes," he blurted out, shifting his weight from one heavy foot to the other, his eyes tracking your every movement with an agonizing level of pining. "And I ran the vacuum over the carpet three times to get the lines perfectly straight. And I picked up Lily’s toys and sanitized every single block with baby-safe wipes so she doesn't ingest any rogue bacteria. I did it all."

"Wow," you murmured, leaning against the counter. "You've been busy."

"I'm losing my mind," Jason confessed, his voice dropping into a soft, intensely whiny pitch that would have shocked anyone who had ever seen him pull a trigger. He let go of the counter, taking one agonizingly slow step toward you, but stopping exactly two feet away to respect the boundary. He looked down at you from under his dark lashes, his jaw tight, his white streak of hair falling messily across his forehead. "Babe. Sweetheart. Light of my life. Look at me. I am literally vibrating. I haven't slept in forty-eight hours because every time I close my eyes, I just think about how I'm not allowed to hold you."

"It's only been twelve days, Jay," you teased, crossing your arms and fighting the massive smirk tugging at your lips.

"Twelve days is two hundred and eighty-eight hours!" Jason groaned, a loud, muffled sound of pure misery escaping his throat as he dropped his head back to stare at the ceiling. "Do you know what I did last night? On patrol? I didn't even break any noses. A guy tried to mug a tourist in an alley, and instead of hurting him I settled on throwing him into a dumpster. I'm broken. You've broken the Red Hood."

He dropped his gaze back to you, his chest rising and falling in a heavy, desperate exhale. He slowly sunk downward, dropping his massive, muscular frame right onto his knees on your kitchen tile. He looked up at you from the floor, his hands resting on his own thighs, completely and utterly humbled.

"Please," Jason pleaded, his gravelly voice cracking slightly as he looked up at you with wide, desperate eyes. "Look at me. I'm on my knees. I'm saying the words. I'll be a good boy, sweetheart. I swear to God, I'll be the best boy you’ve ever had. I’ll never let Roy inside a three-block radius of this building again. I’ll make him sign a legal waiver. I’ll personally rewrite Lily’s vocabulary list. I will literally do anything.”

You looked down at him, your heart melting just a little bit at the sheer, unadulterated absurdity of Gotham’s most dangerous vigilante begging for his life on your kitchen floor.

"Are you begging, Jason Todd?" you murmured, stepping half an inch closer.

"Yes! Yes, I am absolutely begging, I have zero shame left," he whispered frantically, his dark eyes instantly tracking your movement, glowing with a sudden, fierce spark of hope. He leaned forward slightly, though he kept his hands firmly on his knees. "I don't even need the whole thing. Just a deal. Let me negotiate. A partial payout. Five minutes of cuddles on the couch. You don't even have to move. I will just lie there like a giant, silent weighted blanket. I won't use my hands. I'll tuck them under my chest. Just let me smell your hair, babe. Please."

"Just cuddles?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"A kiss," he corrected instantly, his voice taking on a thick, desperate edge as he looked at your lips. "One kiss. Short. Sweet. Clean. Well, maybe not entirely clean, but just *something*. My lips are falling off, sweetheart. They’re dying. I'm a dying man."

You let out a soft laugh, finally breaking your resolve. The sight of him on his knees, completely devoted, utterly whiny, and entirely yours was too much to resist. You reached out, your fingers gently sliding into the soft hairs at the nape of his neck.

Jason practically shuddered at the touch, a low, ragged sigh breaking from his chest as he immediately leaned his face into your palm, his eyes closing in pure, unadulterated relief.

"Alright," you whispered, running your thumb over his sharp jawline. "The ban is suspended. Just for tonight."

Jason didn't even wait for you to finish the sentence. He surged up from the floor, his large, powerful arms instantly wrapping around your waist and lifting you completely off your feet. He pulled you flush against his broad chest, burying his face into the crook of your neck with a deep, shaky inhale.

"Oh, thank God," he mumbled against your skin

He didn't waste a second moving you to the living room, collapsing onto the couch and pulling you down on top of him. He was a man possessed by pure, desperate compliance, his massive frame sinking deep into the cushions until he was completely flat on his back, using his own chest as a platform for you.

"Rules," he breathed out, his voice a rough, scraped-raw whisper against your hair. He immediately tucked both of his massive, scarred hands flat underneath his own chest, pinning them between his body and the sofa cushions. He looked up at you from the pillows, his jaw open slightly, his eyes wide and completely glazed over with absolute devotion. "Look. Hands are away. I’m not moving 'em. See? Good boy."

You couldn't help the soft laugh that bubbled out of you, leaning your weight fully against his chest. Even stripped of his weapons and armor, Jason was a solid wall of muscle, but right now, he felt completely pliable beneath you, his entire body relaxing into a soft, heavy puddle the second your warmth pressed into him.

"Very good boy, Jay," you murmured, tracing a slow line down his cheekbone.

Jason practically whimpered at the touch, his eyes fluttering shut as he tilted his face aggressively into your palm, chasing the friction of your skin like a man dying of thirst. "More," he pleaded, his voice cracking, entirely unbothered by how pathetic he sounded. "Babe, please. Just keep doing that. Left side of my jaw. Right there. Oh, God."

You smiled, leaning down slowly until your lips were just a fraction of an inch away from his. You could feel the frantic, heavy thump of his heart hammering against your ribs, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. The fearsome Red Hood was completely paralyzed under your gaze, his chest rising and falling beneath you as he waited for permission.

"Can I?" he whispered, his dark eyes snapping open, staring at your mouth with a hunger that was almost frightening, yet he didn't move a single muscle to take it. "Please, sweetheart. Just a little bit. I’ve been so good for you."

"Go ahead, Jay."

The second the words left your mouth, Jason didn't lunge—he just reached up with his face, his lips meeting yours with a soft, trembling reverence that completely dismantled the tough-guy persona. It was a deep, heavy, agonizingly slow kiss, full of the built-up tension of the last twelve days. He drank you in like oxygen, a low, needy vibration rumbling deep in his chest as his lips parted against yours, begging for more without his hands ever leaving their pinned position beneath him.

Hunhbknhjnkk oh my goodness this man he’s so fine wtf

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vianawaits

The Bed's Been Made

Summary: When someone tries breaking into your apartment in the middle of the night, you call your brother to send one of his friends for help. What you don’t expect is to slowly fall for the vigilante who came to your aid.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem(West)!Reader

Word Count: 9.7k

Content Warning: Insomniac reader, Reader is Wally West’s sister (not a speedster), mutual pining, Reader gets robbed, tension, angst with happy ending?, talks about Frankenstein, typical gothatm violence, maybe ooc, second person, no use of y/n

A/N: This is for this Request by @jlfswallflower i'm so so so sorry it took me so long to get to. thank you for letting me make some changes last minute as well, you are such a sweetheart!!! Fun fact this is my longest Jason fic yet i hope you enjoy my lovelies

dipperscavern

guys what if you were jessica’s personal assistant. what if your name was like phoebe or something, but everyone at the office calls you baby. you’re kind, gentle, and sweet, & everyone at the office has one thing in common. they all love baby.

you try not to get involved in the cases, too much of an empath (like mike) to be able to handle the harshness lawyers sometimes have to give clients you just plain feel bad for. you’re always inclined to help out anyone that needs it, and are practically a life saver.

you’re the reprieve in the office people need sometimes. harvey’s stress melting off him when he drops by to pick up files jessica had asked you to get to him, and you smile at him all sweet, handing him exactly what he needed to turn his case around. he asks you your price for saving him & you just tease, telling him to keep giving you that million-dollar smile as you both kiss at each other in a joking manner of departure.

or when mike feels like he’s drowning, mind going a million miles an hour as he stops by your desk. you were the only person kind to him from the start, and sometimes he just needs a reset to keep going. you hand him half the cutie you were eating as he sits in your chair, sighing as you lean against your desk. you tell him to stop thinking, just for a second. thirty seconds or so pass before he jumps out of his seat, finally putting the puzzle pieces together he needed, almost running down the hallway back to his cubicle shouting a “thank you, thank you baby!”

jessica adores you, and even the rudest clients eventually melt under your sweetness. you aren’t really sure where the name baby came from, but you’ll never hate it. knocking on harvey’s door, telling him jessica wants to see him & hearing him say a “thanks, baby.” in that voice of his is never anything you’ll complain about.

sonarspace

☆ NIGHTS LIKE THIS

∗ synopsis. post patrol jason todd is desperate and banged up.

warnings. 18+. established relationship. jason todd x fem! reader. clingy jason. porn w/o plot. thigh riding. handjob. soft smut. (kinda all over the place…oops!)

jason comes in through the fire escape window instead of the front door like a normal person.

he tries to play it off, helmet already off, one hand braced against the window frame like he’s fine, totally fine, except he’s breathing wrong and there’s a cut above his eyebrow that hasn’t stopped bleeding.

“sit down,” you tell him.

“m’fine,” he says, but sits down immediately.

idkyetxoxo

Woven | Azriel | Series Masterlist

Pairing - Azriel x reader

Summary - A rare discovery changes everything—another shadowsinger, her. Found young and frightened, she's brought to Azriel, and the moment their shadows touch, something soul-deep sparks between them.

As she grows into her power, their connection deepens—shadows entwining, protective, playful, and increasingly intimate.

What begins as mentorship, becomes undeniable affection, desire, and love. They find home in each other and in the shadows that first brought them together.

Azriel softens for her. She finds safety in him. Their bond isn't just shadow-deep—it's fate.

Tags - friends turned lovers, healing through love, mutual pining, unspoken feelings, "it was always you" realisations

ellecdc

Oh ho ho I would love an angsty/yearning fic with Azriel, maybe where readers feeling feel unrequited but they turn out not to be 🥺🥺🥹🥹

Azriel x fem!reader who feels rather pathetic [2.2k words]

CW: reader is part of the IC, unrequited feelings turn out to be quite requited, mentions of drinking, jealousy, angst, gets a liiittttllllee warm at the end but everything is above board and stops quickly, happy/hopeful ending

You materialize in front of your bed, ears ringing from the sudden change of the bumping bass in Rita’s to your empty, silent bedroom.

There was little thought behind the action of winnowing away, and the amount of alcohol in your system made winnowing a risky, borderline stupid—lethal, even—decision, but you had to get away; you had to leave.

Besides, your inebriation is quickly being doused; the heat of your anger burns away what alcohol remains in your system.

You look around your room in the Town House as though seeing it for the first time, doing a slow circle from your place at the foot of the bed.

What are you doing here?

Centuries—centuries—you’ve spent within these four walls, and what do you have to show for it?

crowdedimagines

Feverish

aaron hotch x reader

summary: Hotch is sick and refuses to go home and take care of himself, so the team decides you’re the best person to handle it. Or, handle him. It turns out your boss isn’t the only Hotchner sick today.

word count: 5.3 K FLUFF OMFG

The team was already placing bets on who was going to bite the bullet and tell Hotch to go home. All heads would end up turning to you.

“Why me?” You huff.

“You’re the only one who is going to make it a foot past the door and you know it.” Emily bites the end of her pen, spinning around in her chair to face you.

“Statistically, Y/n would be able to get the furthest into the office before Hotch kicks her out.”

“Pretty boy,” Morgan shakes his head while sitting on the edge of his desk, “He does not kick Pretty Girl out.”

crowdedimagines

Home Front

Aaron Hotchner x reader

Summary: You have been Aaron Hotchner's nanny, taking care of Jack, for over a year when someone looking for revenge breaks into the house while Aaron is away on a case. 5.3 K nanny!reader Warnings: break in, attack, stalking, blood, violence

Most days being Aaron Hotchner’s nanny were simple. Get Jack to school, using the occasional cereal bribery. Make sure all of his homework was done and in his backpack. Keep the house from looking like Aaron wasn’t actually gone half the month for cases. Answer the occasional late night call while he’s away so he can hear about his son’s day.

You had taken over the guest room, half of your apartment has made its way over at this point. Any time Aaron was pulled away on a case you would stay at the house. It helped Jack have as normal of a routine as possible. Aaron would deny it if anyone asked, but he liked seeing your things around the house.

luveline

aaron being in the unique scenario of dating you before you join the bau. better that it’s completely out of his hands when you join, strauss’ decision of which he had no input, and so cannot be accused of pulling your career forward nor favouritism when his favourite girl gets her desk in the bullpen.

it awakens weird things in him to be immediately innocent of wrongdoing. he tells strauss that he and you have been dating for just shy of a year. i’ll expect you to use your authority appropriately, then, she says, and nothing else.

aaron isn’t sure that turning your face up in the office to kiss the soft skin beside your eye is appropriate or not, but it’s certainly not an abuse of power, and he can’t really stop himself. his girl in the office. his girl, saving lives, who’s always understood him and the drive to be here, getting her shot, making him so proud. you’re sitting at your desk with your glasses perched on your nose and your eyes all dark with determination and he can’t help it, his hand is on your neck, his nose nudging the arm of your glasses up so he can get his kiss exactly where he wants it, and yeah, everybody’s looking, but you’re laughing under your breath and he’s feeling a little smug. his girl in the office.

can you stop, you’re like a teenager, you mumble, gone hot from the attention. aaron laughs loudly and rubs your shoulder as he gives you some space, but only some. you’re undermining my abilities.

no, because strauss put you here all by herself. he pulls your stomach against his, feels it heave a little, can’t not want the simple intimacy of feeling your breath, and it’s more polite than his quick kisses, so you’re appeased. she put you right in my lap, and im supposed to act like you’re not there? honey– give me a kiss.

you fluster, shy, but give him his kiss.

good. thank you, honey. you listen so well.

aaron deserves the silent treatment you give him in the office after that, but he’d do it again.

astronautlawliet

Til' Death Do Us Part

Pairing: husband!Leon x wife!Reader

Word count: 11.3k

Summary: A mission meant to be routine becomes a race against the clock when you’re bitten, and the only antivirals are destroyed. With the infection spreading and time running out, Leon Kennedy abandons everything except the one objective that matters: getting you back alive.

Warnings/tags: bite injury (reader), infection themes (fever, delirium), mentions of blood/wounds, mission-related violence, guns, angst, protective leon

The hallway smells like antiseptic and old rain, sharp enough to taste at the back of your throat. Emergency lights pulse a slow red, painting everything in the color of a heartbeat that refuses to settle. Somewhere deeper in the facility, something metallic groans, the sound carrying through the walls like the building itself is shifting in its sleep.

littlestarlightseverywhere

Things You Do For The People You Love

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: Azriel doesn’t believe he’s deserving of her love, yet there’s a line between pushing someone away and being cruel, and Azriel doesn’t know where to draw it

Warnings: ANGSTT + it gets steamy but nothing crazy

Notes: Back from another bout of writer’s block with something that kinda took on a life of its own. There will be a part 2!

kymawrites

a loving touch

pairing: Azriel x Reader

content warnings: pure fluff with a sprinkle of smut (wingplay, 18+)

a/n: seriously this is pure sap i'm sorry

word count: 9.6k

synopsis: Azriel had spent his entire life wishing for this—for you.

my masterlist

~ ~ ~

When Azriel found his mate, he was terrified.

You were everything he wasn’t.

Sweet. Gentle. Soft.

You wore your heart on your sleeve, and Azriel had never been good at handling delicate things. If he held on too tight, squeezed just a little too hard, he was liable to shatter anything precious in his vicinity. He was still racked with nerves any time he visited his mother, still sick with anxiety every time he held Nyx.

Now there was you, who looked at him with so much hope and unfiltered adoration that he could hardly breathe. He probably should have left you alone, but not even he was strong enough to ignore the way your soul was threaded through his. He still remembered the first time you touched him, the way you were the first to break from the stupor of a fresh mating bond, and gently curled your fingers around his wrist.

Azriel knew then that he was a goner.

Now he was standing next to you on the front porch of his brother’s home, listening to your heart beat erratically in your chest. You were nervous—you had said as much—and he couldn’t blame you. He was nervous.

He watched you for a moment. The way your eyelashes brushed the tops of your cheeks as you closed your eyes, the way your breath curled in the air as you let out a little puff. The flecks of snow that clung to your hair, melting slowly in your warmth.

Azriel felt like one of those snowflakes.