A/n: for some reason I really struggled getting into a writing headspace so this has my heart in it but maybe not my soul
Warning: lowkey long, also I guess kinda angst
Summary: secrets are exposed. Jason’s head is clouded as you distance your self from him. The perfect night at the gala had a rough start.
Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader
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There was only about half an hour until you had to leave for the gala that Bruce was throwing in your honor. While of course you were excited, nerves had been bubbling up in your stomach for the past two days. Jason was supposed to be here in a few minutes and you weren't even done with your makeup, nor were you dressed. The slick green dress that Bruce had sent you hung on your bathroom door freshly steamed as you hunched over the sink applying your mascara. The thought of Jason keeps distracting you, the idea of him coming to pick you up for a date kept making you burst into giggles like you were a teenager in love. Not that you loved him, it was far too soon for that but the thought still lingered as you smiled at yourself in the mirror.
Your happy thoughts of Jason were quick to vanish as you caught a glimpse of the scar that ran across your upper jaw, the reason you always wear your hair down. Quickly you covered it with a heavy amount of foundation but still you knew it was there no matter how much makeup you put over it. The sight of it made that pit in your stomach start to deepen, you just stood there staring at yourself in the mirror while your mind began to race. You didn’t deserve this, all this special treatment. You surely didn't deserve a whole gala when you were barely out of prison. Was it one, no almost two now. The thoughts came flooding over and over again as you gripped the bathroom counter, this kind of thing hasn't happened in awhile but this was feeling like it was going to be one of your worst episodes, one you couldn't get a handle on. You wanted to crawl into bed, just forgetting the gala and all the harsh feelings it brought into your head.
The idea was seriously crossing your mind when you heard his voice calling your name. You mind emptied completely knowing he was here, he couldn't see you like this. You weren't ready for him to take on all the baggage you were hiding, not yet at least. Wiping a single tear that escaped your solemn eyes before stepping into the hallway that faced the front door. He hadn't seen you yet but was looking around the kitchen and living room to see if you were in there. You took him in for one private moment, he looked good in his suit just like you knew he would but the flowers in his hand surprised you. You had never gotten flowers before, not from anyone. “You clean up nice” you teased him in a loving voice. His eyes widened as he looked over at you before softening in the way they always did.
“Hey baby” he whispered as he handed you the flowers and kissed your temple. The flowers were beautiful and they smelled just as good as you held them to your nose. When he pulled away to look at you a whimper almost left your lips but when you saw his playful smirk you stopped it. His eyebrows raised as he said “you gonna go to the gala like that?”.
A blush crept up your cheek as you realized you were just in a pair of pajama shorts and a black bra. “I need help getting my dress on,” you explained in a low embarrassed voice. His fingers laced with yours as he led you to your bedroom where your dress hung on the closet door.
He was gentle as he pulled on the corset leases on the back. The two of you had not had any kind of passionate affection other than that one drunken night. It confused you, you remember him wanting you, alot but now he flinched every time his hand even came close to any intimate part of you. While yes it confused you, a part of you knew that his past probably wasn't the prettiest, you had seen the scars that trailed his body and there were quite a few. Your skin prickled as his knuckles graced a sensitive part of your back, you could see his face in the mirror. It was a mix of nerves but also something different. His blush on his cheeks weren't new but the look in his eyes was. It was almost a sort of lustful look you had only seen once from him. After you were all squared away, you joined Jason in your car. You couldn’t help but steal a few giddy glances his way as he drove.
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I could see you trying to slyly watch me as I drove, only for me to steal a look back when you looked away. You looked so gorgeous sitting there all dolled up, though I prefer you when it’s just the two of us together on the couch after a long day. Your hair looks nice now of course but when it’s put up in that messy way I can barely control myself. Though those calm nights might not happen again for a while after what’s coming. The one gala I get invited to by a girl I like just happens to be one held at my adopted fathers house, Bruce Wayne. I also haven’t told you that I’m one of his many miscellaneous children, or more importantly that I’m a vigilante. It hadn’t come up in conversation and I didn’t want you to think any sort of way of it so I ignored it as I usually did with all my problems. You were mine in my own bubble away from my real life. Even though you knew me as red hood you didn’t know me, not Jason me anyway.
Guests were steadily arriving through the open doors of the manor. I watched your eyes light up at the sight of the usually dark and gloomy manor all decorated for your own event. I loved when your eyes look like this, you loved lots of things so I saw it often but I never failed to miss it every time it goes away. What surprised me though was your greetings towards Alfred, you hugged the man. Not a hand shake or hello but a hug. The butler hugged you right back saying something I couldn’t hear but you both nodded to each other before you disappeared inside. Then his eyes widened as he saw me. It took a lot to surprise the old man but me not only showing up to one of Bruce’s lame galas but coming with a girl was definitely on that list. He nodded as he said, “Master Jason, it’s a pleasure to see you back at the manor” he paused a knowing smirk on his lips, “and on the arm of our guest of honor”. The thought of him knowing made me smile but only for a second because then I saw you. The sadness that crossed your face made me stop in my tracks. In my most charming way I crept up behind you and slid my hand around your waist. I had stepped back from anything intimate after the hurt look you gave me when you realized it was the red hood kissing you in that closet and not me. The guilt was eating me alive but I pushed it down so our little bubble wouldn’t burst quite yet. I wasn’t ready to lose this pretend life quite yet.
“You nervous?” I asked low in your ear, I didn’t have to see to know a smile started to spread across your lips. Before I could make another smart comment in hopes of hearing your laugh, what I had been dreading was already happening. Bruce was walking up to us, the same sense of surprise in his face as was in Alfred’s. He greeted you first of course and I barely listened as the two of you chatted. My hand still protectively on your waist, my grip tightening a bit as he kept glancing between us.
I could hear the proudness in your voice as you introduced me, “oh Bruce, this is my date jason I’m not sure yall have met yet”. My body cringed at the words, at that moment I felt so stupid for not saying anything before.The way Bruce was looking at me only made the it worse.
He arched his brow as he spoke, “he may act like we’ve never met but Jason here is my second oldest”. You tensed in my arms and my gripped loosen instinctively on your waist. Your smile didn't falter as I hesitantly looked down, “your son?” You said blankly before laughing lightly. It sounded real enough that anyone would have believed it but I knew your true laugh and that was not it. “That’s so funny, he never told me he father was The Bruce Wayne” as you said that your head slowly turned in my direction, eyes narrowed. You were mad, you were so, so, so mad. In fact you left not even a second later, to “go grab a drink” in the excuse to let me and Bruce catch up.
I glared at my father, he had outed me though I didn’t blame him I was still angry. This was completely my fault, and as if it couldn’t be made worse I heard an irritating, aggravating voice from behind me, “You didn’t tell her you were a Wayne kid”. There dick was suddenly next to Bruce with an almost empty drink in his hand, “did you at least tell her about you know what” and when I didn't answer he leaned in to loudly whisper, “the red hood thing”. I roll my eyes hard, “do you think I told her” my tone coming out harsher than I meant it to be. Bruce’s headshake caught my attention, “she’s a smart girl, I’m sure she’ll figure it out soon, that is if she doesn’t already know”. Now this made me madder than anything else, why were they both acting like they knew you. Like they knew you better than me, I had never once seen you with Bruce and when I saw you with dick a few times I tried to pretend I didn't. I couldn’t handle any of this anymore and pushed past them into the ballroom in hopes to find you.
It only took a minute and my eyes were on you, a crowd of people hid you like a swarm of paparazzi. You were handling it with grace though, as you always did. Everything you said got a smile or chuckle out of the people. When you looked like you were done with the mingling, your eyes looked for an escape. So I made my way over but before I could get there my asshole of a brother beat me to it. He did his whole charming big apology explaining that he just needed to have this one dance with you as he started to pull you away, onto the dance floor.
I felt like a kid again sitting in the corner brooding, watching the two of you dance. I hated how it looked like you two were made to move together. The way. My head pounded from the anger boiling up inside me. Though when I saw the way your lips moved in a set frown and the way he rolled his eyes, it made me consider that maybe you two weren’t as perfect as you appeared. The limited movement of both your lips made it seem like you two were whispering and didn’t want anyone else to hear. My thought was confirmed when you pushed dick away and disappeared into the crowd, not stopping till you made it through the ballroom doors. I couldn't help but laugh as dick stood awkwardly in the middle of the dance floor. He threw his hands up and then let them fall back to his sides dramatically sighing, his head shaking with obvious annoyance.
I rolled my eyes at him but then quickly followed behind you out into the manor. I had been on the second floor and you on the first when but it didn’t take me long to catch up. It was a staircase much deeper into the manor that I saw you on. You sat on the bottom few steps, your head buried in your knees. I made sure my footsteps were louder as I came down close so I didn’t scare you. “Go away dick” you said harshly, “I don’t want to talk to you right now”. I had never heard you sound so angry, not even when you were working. I swallowed hard trying to make light of the situation so I joked, “I wouldn’t want to talk to him either”.
Your head whipped up so fast it kinda looked like it hurt. “Jason” you said in a barely audible whisper. Now that your head was up I could see the tears streaming down your beautiful face. I had done that to you. I had hurt you so much you were crying. I didn’t know what to say, the fear of losing you clouded my mind as I tried to think of the right words. When you turned back to face forwards to try and clean off your face, I got the nerves to finally speak. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Bruce”. I decided if I was closer to you it would be better so I stepped down a few more stairs, “I was afraid you would get scared off by the title”. A smile faded into my lips as you shook your head softly and a scoff of a laugh came from your lips. “And” I hesitated and sat down only a step above you. I tangled my fingers in my hair trying to find the words, “I have to tell you something else”.
Before I could confess my biggest secret, a secret that could ruin everything we have together. The force around this relationship in my head was something I couldn’t protect anymore if it meant I was hurting you. I knew I had to tell you I was Red Hood. I opened my lips to say it but you cut me off.
A/N: Lowkey not seeing enough or any Koa stuff. He’s literally my man.
Warning: Smut
Pairing: Koa x Reader
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You woke up feeling a little needier than usual, maybe it was a dream you had or maybe it was the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Your cheeks flushed at the thought of going to see him, even if you two just sat in silence together most of the time. His presence meant the world to you and his touch much more.
You hurried your way downstairs only slowing down when you got the living room. Koa was in his usual spot, he looked asleep but you knew you still had an open invitation. You sat down next to him softly as to not wake him. You held your knees to your chest as you tried your best to be patient but the need inside you wasn’t dying down.
When his eyes eventually opened you smiled up at him, “oh hello” he said returning your smile with an even bigger one, “come by for some cuddles”. Your smile quickly turned into a heated smirk and his eyes widened a little, “maybe more then” he said as he helped you onto his lap. You laid a soft kiss on his cheeks, and then one on his lips, “I missed you” you said sweetly before he pulled you into a more passionate kiss. You happily met his eagerness and started to grind onto him as he kissed you. You could already feel him hardening through the fabric of his skirt.
His lips leaving yours only to trail up and down your neck. You let out soft little moans as he gripped your hips to still them from your movement. When he did that you knew he was ready for more. You were quick to undo your pants, sliding them off with ease. You could feel he had undone his just enough for you to ride him but without him having to be fully undressed. He helped guide your hips so you could line yourself up with him. When you sunked down onto him your toes clenched in pleasure from how he filled you up completely. You sat still for a moment allowing your body to adjust, but only for a second before you started to bounce and grind into him. Your moans were soon matched with his. He was quite loud when you two were intimate, which was a surprise considering his usual quiet demeanor. He held your hips tight as he helped you move up and down on him. His lips were on yours, only breaking away to catch his breath. “Koa” you moan quietly, “I’m close” you were barely able to squeaked out. All he could do was grunt in acknowledgment as he came with you. Your hips kept bucking in him for a few seconds after your climax, milking him for all he has.
Afterwards he held you close, leaving soft kisses on your cheeks and words of affirmation in your ear. He was always one for aftercare. You two spent the rest of the afternoon together after you got cleaned up. You just laid in his arms while the silences consumed you two completely.
Description: He loved you right but who knows how you’ll end up tonight? Sabrina does.
Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader
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Saying you liked Sabrina carpenter was an understatement, you absolutely adored her. You listened to everyday on your commute to work or when you were baking in the kitchen. In turn this meant your loving boyfriend was forced to listen to her on repeat. Pop wasn’t exactly his favorite genre but for you he would listen to anything if it meant he got to watch you dance around the house in just your underwear and a baggy shirt.
Jason was a charmer, he was always bringing you small gifts even if they were only a simple bouquet or a coffee from your favorite shop, so when you opened your apartment door and he was there holding a colorful array of flowers you weren’t expecting anything crazy. You smiled up at him with a small “oh Jason you’re so sweet” as you took the flowers in your hand. You noticed that there were two cards standing out within the petals. You picked them out carefully unfolding the paper. Your jaw drop as you read the words, “OH MY GOD JASON! OH MY GOD” you shrinked with excitement while jumping up and down. You set the flowers down and threw your arms around him, the front row tickets to Sabrina’s concert gripped tightly in your hands. He played it off cool like he wasn’t excited but secretly he was.
You walked out of your bathroom, makeup finally done, with little to nothing on. You were basically in lingerie only white tights covered your legs and you made sure no one could see too much. Jason’s jaw basically dropped, he thought of saying something like go change but held back. Deep down he wanted people to stare at you, you were his and they could only look. He grabbed your hips and pulled you in his body suddenly full of need. You let him bring you in close and kiss up your neck, “Jason” you laughed out breathless, “we’re gonna be late”. He laughed but pulled away with a smirk, “fine, but after you’re all mine”. Just then an idea popped into your head you knew he would like, “why don’t we try out tonight’s Juno pose” you suggest tilting you head flirtatiously. All he did was smirk before dragging you out the door.
Now you were well into the concert, you had put Jason on strict video duty so you could sing and dance ro your hearts desire. Speaking of your heart, it started to beat a little faster as she started the intro to Juno. Jason snuck a hand around your waist and pulled you tighter as Sabrina danced around on stage before running up to the platform, two men following close behind her. Your eyes widened as she got on her knees and the two men towered over her. While in shock you heard Jason let out a low laugh behind you, “guess we should call Roy”.
Description: you finally find someone who can keep you warm during the cold winters in Gotham
Pairing: Dr.phosphorus x reader
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It was winter in Gotham, meaning that it had grown much colder than the warm summers you're used to. In reality you felt cold even in the hot seasons of the city having been born on a sun far from earth. Most of the winters you've spent on this planet have been boring, that was until you met him. Being stuck inside under a mountain of blankets was the most dreadful part of the year. It has always festered a depression inside you not only from the lack of sunlight but also the solidarity of being alone for so long.
Lots of things were odd in this city like the unusual amount of masked men running around but when you were out on your way to a local coffee shop something truly shocked you. Even though it was midsummer you still wore a thick jacket, only getting hot when you stepped into line to get your coffee. Surprise widened your eyes as you turned around. “What's wrong gorgeous? Never seen a flaming skeleton before?” the man's rough voice teased you. Of course he was use to the stares he would get when he went out and you seemed no different. Your hand came up to your mouth as you gawked at him. The barista called for the next customer, bringing your attention away from him. You turned back without saying anything to order your coffee. He scoffed but didn't take his eyes off you.
You got your coffee and sat by the window, trying to get as much sunlight as you could. You had come to the shop with the idea of getting some work done but now all you could do was stare at him as he waited for his coffee. The table shook from your leg bouncing up and down out of anxiety. Should you go talk to him? He probably thinks you're a weirdo now for staring at him like that. You closed your eyes to think and when you opened them he was gone.
You grabbed your stuff and ran out the door, fearing you had lost him. People crowded the street blocking your view. How easily could a flaming man hide, pretty well you figured now from experience. You caught a glimpse of him as he turned the block corner and ran towards him. Panicking you grabbed his exposed arm, he jumped at the contact and turned around. You cursed yourself in your head because you couldn't read his stupidly beautiful face. The grip on his arm loosened but you didn't let go quiet yet out of the fear of losing him again.
“Um hi” you said, not shivering under your jacket like usual. He stared down at your hand, “you're not burning” he said quietly almost as if convincing himself. You closed your eyes before blurting out, “Can I make you dinner”. His jaw hung open when you met his gaze. Your face was red but not from his heat and you pulled your hand away. “I'm sorry for bothering you,” you said as you turned to walk away having decided he was weirded out by you. You felt the warmth of his hand by your arm before he pulled it back, “wait!” he said urgently, “what are we having?” he said with what sounded like a smirk. Your lips curled into a huge smile at his response, still unsure if he was doing the same.
The heat was cracked all the way up in your apartment as you watched the snow fall from the window. Your eyes felt heavy as you tried to stay awake but the cold always made you sleepy. Your head hit the window frame as you lost to your fight against sleep. You didn't know how long it had been but when you woke up in his arms you figured you had been out for a while. The bed shifted as you turned around to face him, he must have come home to you asleep by the window. These past few months he had shown you he wasn't just a criminal but quite the gentleman. Your lips curled up as you snuggled closer to him, enjoying the time you had together. He was still snoring softly so you simply placed a kiss on his cheek and fell back into the comfortable sleep with him.
A/n: the gala chapter will def be the next one, this one is more of a filler chapter while I work on that one. I hope you enjoy it!
Warning: moody Jason
Description: Dick gives you some wise advice about your messy love life and the boy in question gets alittle jealous.
Pairing: dick x reader (platonic) Jason/Red x reader
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You felt nothing but confused these past few days. Jason was on a business trip and you hadn’t seen the red hood since he kissed you. You didn’t know what to do, who to pick. You may have been mad at red but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel that spark between you two. So in your mixed up mind, you did the only things that would make you feel better and called dick.
You two were meeting up at a bar in downtown Gotham. You had heard good things about it from coworkers but you were more excited about seeing your best friend. When you got there, he was already waiting outside like the gentleman he has always been.
When the two of you got settled, with no hesitation, he asked what was wrong. Was it that obvious, you thought to yourself already embarrassed. You weren’t sure where to start this long, confusing story., so you start with “I like this boy”. He raised a teasing eyebrow at you. A loud sigh escaped your mouth as you admitted, “and I think I like this other guy”.
He laughs and your body flinched with more embarrassment. “You don’t know who to choose?” He asked already knowing the answer.
You take a big sip of your drink before starting, “yes” you confessed, “there’s the one, my neighbor, he’s so sweet and kind and I actually feel like I know him, but the other guy” you smiled to yourself, “he’s kind of a mystery but he’s been opening up. The problem is I invited my neighbor to Bruce’s gala, so I thought we were like, I don’t know”.
He nods as you spit out all of this important, “together”.
“Well not together but getting there” you sigh with a flush creeping up your cheeks, “but the mystery guy kissed me, a few days ago and I think it changed things”. Guilt starts to work its way back into your mind, “I don’t want to hurt either of them, I just don’t know what to do”. Your eyes feel hot as tears start to prick your waterline. It didn’t seem so real until you said it out loud.
Your eyes close, on a verge of a meltdown when you hear that familiar laugher from dick. “You’ve only been in Gotham what, a few months and the men seem to be surrounding you”. You shoot him a dirty, but light hearted look. “Hey, I saw just let it play out, bring this neighbor boy to the gala and see how you feel after. You’re not dating either of them so it’s not like you’re cheating.” He orders you another drink seeing as you finished yours fast, “give yourself a break, you’re to overworked to be crying about boy drama that isn’t even boy drama”
Your shoulders relax as you take in his advice. He’s right of course, it’s not like the kiss was cheating. There was something about him that always made you feel better, maybe it was how long you’ve known him, his great advice or his annoying whit. Now knowing how pent up you’ve been it’s his mission to give you a good night out. You order way too many shots and by midnight you’re bother pretty wasted, you more than him. “Let me walk you home” he offers standing but sways a bit as he reaches for your hand. You interlock your arms to help steady you both and let him lead you back to your apartment. It’s such a normal touch between you that you think nothing of it, your interlinked arms make you seem like a sort of couple from outsiders. Even though that would never be the case no matter what state of mind the two of you are in.
You say your good byes and make him promise to text you when he gets home before going up to pass out or perhaps throw up. It’s a 50/50 at the moment. As soon as you make it up the stairs a massive figure appears in front of dick. “What are you doing” Jason’s deep, angry voice demands.
Dick is unbothered by his brother’s temper, he’s always mad about something or someone. He’s usually mad at him though. Lately dicks noticed TAHT hasn’t been the case, he’s caught the broody man smiling down at his phone or even just to his own thoughts. “Walking my friend home” he responds like it’s obvious.
A violent snarl escapes Jason’s mouth, he’s wearing his hood but from his voice dick can tell this isn’t the usual red hood anger. “How do you know her?” He barks out accusatory.
Dick takes a step back, sobering up now, “she’s my friend Jay, why are you so mad?” The seriousness in dicks voice calms Jason’s nerves. He just scoffs before disappearing back into the alley. “The fuck is his problem” dick mutters to himself before heading home. In the back of his mind he thinks about what your neighbor is like and hope that he has a better temper than his younger brother.
Hi!! I’ve been in a bit of a writers block and I’m not sure what or who to write about lately. I would love if you would leave suggestions or ideas for me and I’ll do my best to fulfill them!! I’ve opened my requests if you’d like to submit them anonymously or so I can reply to them. I would absolutely love some wlw stuff and fem x anyone but I will also try mlm but I have absolutely no experience with it! I don’t right for any OCs but I can do x reader or any x character stuff.
A/N: I’m thinking about making this a story line with multiple parts but idk yet. I’m open to any suggestions for parts or other ideas for fics!
Description: You’re too tired to think straight and that winds you up in the showers with your class rep.
Pairing: Tenya Iida x fem!reader
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It had been a long day of training and you were both physically and mentally worn out. All you wanted to do was shower and pass out. So when you walked into the boys dorm showers you didn’t even bat an eye. You pulled your gym shirt over your head, examining the new bruises forming on your stomach and sighed deeply. You froze as two familiar voices came from around the corner.
What the hell, why are sero and kirishima in the women’s bath room. That was when you really looked around. Panic filled your body as you realized you were the one in the wrong bathroom, not them. As the voices grew closer your heart rate spiked and you did the first thing that came to mind. Jumping into the closet shower you could find, leaving your shirt behind carelessly. The universe must really hate you today because you run straight into a naked showering man. As he opens his mouth to say something, confusion in his wide eyes, you hurry to cover it with your hand. Your eyes pleading while the two boys finally come into the room.
When your nerves calm down a little you got the chance to actually look up at him, registering who it is for the first time. You stop breathing as the class president stares down at you, his eyes full of rage and confusion. His hand grabs your wrist and moves it away from his mouth. His eyes struggle to stay on your face as you’re only in your bra and gym pants. “What is going on” he whispers to you. You just shake your head, you can’t explain this to him right now.
“Hey is this a girls shirt?” Kirishima questions as he picks up your shirt from the floor. Your head shoots in the direction of the boys beyond the shower curtain. You can’t see them but you know they’re looking around hoping to find you. Before you can react you’re swept off your feet and Iida is carrying you. Your legs wrap around his waist tightly as you looked up at him in shock. You are trying your best to ignore his maleness underneath you but it’s practically stabbing into you. A heavy blush creeps up your face as you feel the state he is, not one you had ever thought you would catch him in. “Is there a girl in there” sero calls out to your stall with a rather pervy undertone.
You are begging him with your eyes to cover for you as you grip his shoulders tightly. He shakes his head and lets out a sigh, “why would a girl be in the male showers, that would be against the rules” he says sternly back to the boys but looking at you with disapproval. They laugh and brush off the shirt to go take their showers but he doesn’t put you down immediately. His grip tightens on your hips. His eyes shifting to something you’d never expected they would. It looks almost like desire. “Iida?” You say softly. He takes minute admiring you before leaning in, laying a hesitate kiss on your lips causing you to freeze up again. He pulls back with a face full of worry but you just smile up at him. You pull him back into you as you push a more passionate kiss onto him. He somehow pulls you even closer to him, your back pressed against the wall. The hot water starts to stream onto you, getting your clothes all wet but you don’t care. All you can think about is his lips on yours and the way you can feel how much he is enjoying this against your ass.
Suddenly, he pulls away again, looking almost disappointed as he puts you down. There is yearning in his eyes as he says “This is not appropriate, you should leave”. The class president you know is back and you wait a second, looking for the man that was just holding you with so much lust. When you see that he’s gone you leave. Your shirt is lost in the bathrooms as you have to go take a shower by yourself, a certain emptiness creeping in without his touch.
Summary: Nanami and you make some poor decisions that have embarrassing consequences
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What was supposed to be a friendly drink after work with a few of your coworkers has landed you behind the bar in a very vulnerable position. Your arms are wrapped around his neck as he grips your hips tighter. Your lips on his but you two are basically eating each other’s faces. Nanami had far more to drink than he had planned and you have always been a bit of a light weight. Soft glances at each other through the night had just built up this sexual tension between the two of you. When you felt his hand creep up your thigh and the whispered promise in your ear you knew you weren’t gonna be making it home tonight.
You barely make it through the door before he is already tearing your clothes off. He’s more impatient than he usaually is causing you to giggle into his kiss as you try to undress him at the same time. The bedroom is a lost cause when he picks you up and your legs wrap around him, finally getting the skin to skin contact you’ve been craving. He sets you down on the kitchen counter and his kisses leave your lips. You feel his heat move to your neck, down to your chest. His hands are already cradling your boobs making you squirm in pleasure. He doesn’t stop there though he goes all the way down. You look into his eyes between your legs. His facial expression is hard and you know what he wants.
“Please kento” you say hushed as if you only want him to hear, “I need you”. A gasp falls from your lips as his tongue is on you. He knows exactly what you like and it destroys you. He makes quick work of sucking on your clit and then swirling his tongue in circles around it. When you feel like he can’t make you feel any better one of his large fingers slip inside of you. His hair is being pulled by one of your hands and the counter edge gripped with the other. He would never let you fall but you are just trying to brace yourself and not cum to early. As he adds another finger, a pressure starts to build up and you can’t form any more sentences. Only soft gasps and pleads escape your lips. You can feel his grin on you as you cum all over his face. You sit there in a daze as he keeps going. He makes sure to clean up his messes always. Before you can catch your breath he hauls you over his shoulder. “We’re not done yet” his deep almost feral toned voice says. He carries you into the bedroom and throws you into the bed ready to have his way with you.
The sun is high in the sky yet both of you are still sound asleep. What happened last night was unusual for you two but only because it was on a school night. Having to work the next day would tend to make him go light on the drinks, and rounds in bed, but something about your outfit last night obviously made his judgment cloudy. A small snore escapes your drooling mouth as the door swings open. Nanami shoots up in bed, he’s still shirtless but thankfully found some pants last night before he fell asleep. “Nanami” a young man’s voice calls out cheerfully, “are you still sleep-“ his sentence is cut off as his eyes meet your horrified one’s. “Is that who I think it is ” a female voice says in shock over the phone. “It definitely is” Gojo confirms to Shoko over the phone. You cling to your baggy shirt you slipped on last night after round five in the shower and thank god you made that decision. Nanami stands up and shoos the amused man out of the room as you sit in bed flustered. No way that happened. You look at the clock and it’s already almost eleven. Shit shit shit. You’re so late for work. You hear kentos rough morning voice complaining, “I regret giving you my address”.
“You were supposed to met us at nine” Gojo explains, their voices carry through the door as you scrabble to get ready. “We were worried, you’re never late”. I’m so not gonna live this done, You think to yourself as you open the door.
“I was just um helping kento with a long lasting injury from a battle last week” you say trying to make this situation look less bad as you greet the first years.
“Oh I’m sure you were” Shoko says through the phone as you realize he was FaceTiming her the whole time. Her tone is knowing and teasing only causing your face to heat even more.
“Any way I’m late for work I’ll see you all later” you basically run out of the apartment shoot kento a pleading and apologetic look. You hear him scolding his coworkers as you make your way out of the building and a small, embarrassed laugh escapes your lips. At least you don’t have to keep your relationship a secret anymore. Though you wish you had told them in a less awkward way.
Description: Jason pulls you into a closet at work and helps you blow off some steam.
Pairing: redhood x reader
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You had been on his mind constantly since he first met you. The way you smile and laugh. He thinks about your beauty and your brains. He is slowly falling in love with you and he knows it, but he’s unsure if you love him as Jason or the red hood. You don’t know they’re the same person but you still flirt with both. There’s been moments between you and “both” boys but that doesn’t mean your falling for them. He doesn’t think to much on it cause either way you would choose him and that’s all he wanted.
Arkham is buzzing today due to a failed escape attempt. There are so many people working that the huge building seems so overwhelmingly small. There are guards posted at every cell and a group of people you think might be engineers or maintenance workers, you’re not sure but they are all over the place. There hasn’t been a second you’ve been alone this shift and it is driving you insane. The job already takes such a toll on your mental health and this is making it so much worse. You didn’t even get a chance for a lunch break so you could see your favorite masked hero.
On the verge of a breakdown you practically run down a hallway looking for a quiet place to think. Suddenly a hand reaches out of a nearby closet and scoops you in. You panic at first and try to break free but realize there is barely any room to move. It’s to dark to see anything which makes your heart beat even faster. “Calm down, doc” a firimilair voice says.
“Jason?” You question, “what are you doing here?”
The voice freezes for a minute and then speaks softly “I was called in for a job, you were short a guard and I’m firmilar with the building”. You didn’t for second doubt that his story was true, you knew he was some sort of security personnel and trusted him with your whole heart.
“Why are we in a closet?” you ask feeling the warmth of his body against you, “a very small one at that” you litter to yourself. It’s not like you haven’t been this close to him before, the last time you guys hung out you slightly remember a drunken make out sess but this feels so much different. Maybe it’s the lack of alcohol in your system or the stressful day you’ve had. His hands grin your hips till the skin aches under his finger tips. “Jason?” You barely breathe out. You can’t see his face but you can feel him, you can feel the yearning in his body for you. Instinctively you lean up on your toes trying to find his face. You gently cup his cheeks, “what’s wrong?” you ask softly.
He doesn’t reply with his words but pulls you into him. You lips crash into his, the heat of his body suddenly overwhelming. You let him take control as your hands fall around his neck. You pull him in closer as the kiss grows more violent. His hands roaming up from your hips to hover around your breasts, almost as if he’s afraid to touch you in such a vulnerable spot. A soft moan escapes your lips muffled by the kiss and he takes it as a go ahead to finally grab you. The feeling of his lips on yours and his hands massaging your boobs ignite a growing passion in your core. You forget where you are or what you were supposed to be doing and you only want more of him.
He lets out a low groan as your nails claw into your back, your hips grinds on his knee between your legs. The frictions making you melt faster into him. Your body yearns for a release and to feel his skin on yours. You can tell he wants it to as his movements become sloppier and sloppier. “Does that feel good?” he whispers into your kiss and all you can do is nodded as a moan replaces your words as your hips move faster against his thigh.
The moment is broken when you hear your pager beep in your pocket. You eyes open reluctantly and you sign so loudly that someone outside the door could definitely hear it. “I have to go” you say the disappointment heavy in your voice. He untangled the two of you so you can leave to do your job and he can get back to his. You open the door letting the hallway light in and look back. You freeze. That wasn’t Jason, it was the red hood. He was only wearing a simple domino mask, his hair was a mess. You look down at his swollen lips and then up to his guilty eyes with your widened ones. “What the hell” anger laces your voice as the words come out. Your pager beep again before you can say anything further. You give his one last hurt look before running away from him. In hopes to help you coworkers and maybe to also get away from him.
I am Heba Al-Dahdouh. I currently live in the completely destroyed city of Gaza. Since the war on Gaza began on 7/1/2024, my family- my father Nasif, my mother Asmaa, and my siblings Khaled, Ahmad, Muhammad, and Malak-have been living in constant fear, crying, and suffering due to shrapnel, shells, and bullets.
We have no food, no electricity, no cooking gas, no schools, no homes, no cleaning supplies, and no clothes. Our house was completely destroyed. My school has been bombed, and my brother Khaled's university is now rubble, depriving us all of education. The war has forced us to live in displacement centers, which are just tents unsuitable for living, especially in winter.
Every day we live death, terror, and panic a thousand times because of the ongoing bombardment of my city. The war has killed more than 50 of my relatives and neighbors. At the start of the war, we sought refuge at my aunt's house, but it too became rubble. Imagine: we have survived imminent death more than 20 times and have been displaced among shelters more than 13 times. My siblings and I have suffered from many illnesses due to malnutrition, and we need medication continuously.
Dear friends around the world,
Greetings to you from Gaza, the land of pe… Heba Nasef needs your support for Helping Heba Family : Escaping
If we stay in Gaza, we might lose our lives. Recently, we have been seriously considering leaving Gaza for a safe place. However, travel costs are extremely high. We need over $50,000 to leave Gaza. Due to exorbitant prices, rampant unemployment, lack of security, the ongoing siege, and relentless bombardment, we have lost all our money. How can we live in such insecurity, with constant shelling and shrapnel flying above us? Dear compassionate friends around the world,
With your generous donations, even if small, you can save 7 people from imminent death, allowing us to start a life outside Gaza filled with love, peace, and hope.
Bf Simon absolutely makes sure you know how to defend yourself (and he trains you for PURELY selfless reasons and not bc fighting is his favorite type of foreplay)
Description: Jason teaches you how to ice skate on a first date
Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader
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- winters in Gotham were always to be loved or hated. They could be beautiful with light snow and chilly weather or harsh with freezing cold temperatures and intense snow storms. This winter had been playing out rather nice. When you woke up it was lightly snowing and frost covered your window. It brought a warm smile to your face as you jumped out of bed. Today was your first date with a handsome boy you met at a local bookstore. The two of you had reached for the same book and he ended up asking for your number. Butterflies bubbled in your stomach as you got dressed. You left a few minutes early and made your way to the center of the city where the park was. When you got to the large pond you looked around for him, it was getting close to the meeting time and you were debating if you should call him or not. As you were about to dial his number you heard his voice from behind you. “Jason!” You called out walking over to him. He greeted you with a warm smile before he pulled you in for a hug. When it got cold enough the lake would freeze over and the city turned it into an ice skating rink. You had told him on call on night that you had never been ice skating before and he thought it would be a good idea to teach you. You anxiously squirmed while waiting in line with him to get your skate. The lake was already full of other people gliding over the ice, unfortunately it did nothing to cool your nerves. Finally the two of you grabbed your skates and head to a nearby bench to put them on. After Jason got his on he helped you put yours on. You blushed at the sight of him on one knee tying your laces. He gently lead you on to the ice and gave you a quick rundown. “It’s easy don’t worry” he started by taking your hands, “watch my feet and see if you can do the same”. You watched as he pushed with one foot and then the other and copied him. You were definitely more wobbly than him but you were getting the hang of it. He held your hand as you went around one lap, and then two. By the third lap you felt comfortable enough to try on your own. He cheered you on as you made your way through people all by yourself. You lost your footing suddenly and began to fall face first. As you saw the ice ready to collide with your face you hit another hard, warm surface. When you looked up you saw Jason’s smiling face, “that was really good!” He said cheerful. You blushed embarrassed by what just happened. Not only did you almost face plant on your first date, you actually ran into him. He seemed to notice your embarrassment and took your hand once again, “I know you’re doing pretty good by yourself but do you mind holding my hand still, they’re getting a little cold” he said with a wink. You laughed softly and accepted his offer. The two of you finished up skating when it became too crowded. He surprised you with a fancy dinner at one of the nicer restaurants in the city. You did feel a bit underdressed but still enjoyed it. He walked you home afterwards, keeping conversation going with his hand in yours. When you got to your apartment you invited him in. He shook his head, “I wish I could but I have work” he shrugged. You understood but didn’t let that stop you from giving him a quick peck on the lips before he left.
