Nessie

21, bi & nonbinary, any pronouns I don't think I'll post much here. I like a bunch of stuff, so expect complete randomness when I do post. I mostly look at Jason Todd related stuff on this app, so also expect mostly posts (mostly simp posts) about him. (Profile Pic by Inkscribble on DollDivine)

[nouveau-nymph]

Screw Ryland Grace from Project Hail Mary saving Simon. Have him be saved by Diana from Pragmata since both forms of media take place on the moon. Give that depressed cult survivor a sunshiney android daughter.

(That first line was a joke, btw. I love the bloodmary ship. Also, now I'm imagining Diana smacking Simon in the face to wake him up after healing him like she did with Hugh.)

[nouveau-nymph]

So I played the new crk episode... spoilers ahead, btw.

And listen, while I understand why it would make sense for wlc to die and everything to save her friends and to stop dec... I am also so fucking upset. Not like "crying because my fave is dead" upset. No, I'm "angry because my fave is dead and it felt kinda unnecessary" upset. Like you know how in a piece of media when a character dies and despite everything in it telling you hard, really hard that it needed to happen, when you watch them die, you still think "no that didn't need to happen" because they died in such a shit way. That's how I feel. Because that was such shit. I don't know, maybe I'm just coping because I'm sad that she's gone. But it also felt like they were building her up, only to make her potential wasted.

[dollscircus]

Blind woman x the king in yellow but they’re lesbians

(YES. I know king in yellow is a depicted as a male but it’s an ambiguous entity so I can depict it as a woman if I fucking want and still call it the king in yellow.)

[nouveau-nymph]

I mean, Sucker For Love depicted him as a woman and still had her called king so I say go for it!

Btw, if you're curious what SFL King looks like, this is her:

[depsidase]

[nouveau-nymph]

Here it is! The little AK!Jason fic I thought about writing. I'm happy a lot of you guys wanted me to write this. Hope you all like it! Sorry it took so long to post. I got sick before I could finish writing it. That and writer's block hit me like a bitch while I was trying to write this.

Tags: Fluff, slight suggestive (I guess?) but no smut, a bit of hurt/comfort, too, gn!reader

Summary: Jason believes it's time to be more vulnerable around you. He wants to.

(Feel free to give me any feedback or criticism so I can improve my writing. Thank you so much for reading this and encouraging me to make it!)

The night was calm, quiet, still. There were barely any of the loud city noises. It was the most peaceful night Gotham has ever had in a while. The perfect night for this. Both you and Jason sat on the bed across from each other with your legs crossed, breathing slowly, preparing yourselves.

“Are you ready?” You asked, a hint of nervousness in your voice.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jason answered, a hint of nervousness in his, too.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I'm sure. I… I want this.”

“Okay, then… Do you mind taking your shirt off for me?” You cautiously asked, making Jason realize that, oh, yeah, his shirt was still on. Every so slowly, he took it off before tossing it to the side. His nervousness increased after that, he could barely even look you in the eye. Which makes sense. This was after all the first he was letting you see him without a shirt, letting you see all the scars that plagued his upper body. You slowly moved closer towards him. “Hey, you okay?” Jason turned to meet your gaze and nodded once more. “Okay. Remember. You are in control here. You guide me where you want me to touch, you tell me where you don't. You tell me you don't like something, I won't do it anymore. And most importantly, you tell me to stop, I stop. Okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I'm in control.” Jason repeated, mostly to assure himself. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before opening them back and making eye contact with you. “You can start now.” You nodded with a warm smile, before slowly bringing your hands up to his shoulders.

Carefully, you lightly placed the pads of your fingers on his skin and ever so softly began tracing every single scar on his upper body, traveling from his shoulders to his arms and back up. Running your fingers across the scars that littered his chest all the way down to his stomach, and then running them back up the sides. Jason's breath turned shaky as you continued, and his body started to tense up. He knew that would happen. After all, his body could handle such great length of pain, but the moment he felt such sweet softness, it would lock up. Probably because he's never really experienced anything like this his whole life. Yeah, he had some decent moments with his mom, as well as the pats on the back from Bruce when he'd done a good job, even the occasional hug from Dick and Barbara, but nothing like this. Nothing as soft and tender like this. It was unfamiliar and, because of that, his body wasn't sure how to react. He wasn't sure how to react.

“Are you okay?” You asked him while making eye contact. You could feel how his body tensed and shaked, and instantly became worried that this was too much for him.

“Yeah, yeah I'm fine,” Jason could see the concern in your eyes and instantly brought his hands to your waist to reassure you. “I promise.”

You smiled slightly as his comfort, before bringing your hand up to his face, thumb slowly and softly rubbing his cheek. “Do you… want me to go even further now?”

Jason looked into your eyes and nodded, earning a small, gentle smile from you. You brought your hands up to his face, caressing it between them. Then started placing little pecks across it, starting with the forehead, then one cheek, then the other, then the nose, then corners of the mouth, before finally placing a soft, gentle kiss on his lips. Jason's hands mindlessly went to hold onto your hips as you did it, letting out small sighs and feeling his eyes start to water a tiny bit, but he held it in.

You could feel the nervousness in him, as his body began to shake subtly. So, in an attempt to help him relax, you slowly moved your hands from his face towards his shoulders, gently massaging as you continued to kiss him. As you did, his body began to loosen back up, then his hands brought you closer to him and slowly, he started kissing you back. You both sat there for a moment, caught up in each other's soft kisses and warm touches, before you pulled away and opened your eyes. “If… if it's okay with you, could you lie down for me?”

Jason simply nodded, and began lowering himself down until he laid flat on the bed, facing up at you. Once you made sure he was comfortable, you moved into a better position, sitting right in his lap with your legs on either side and your hands on his chest. Jason could feel the nervousness creep back in. The worry that this might be too much for him. That he'll go into a panic attack or breakdown and ruin everything. That despite wanting this so badly, wanting to open himself up to you, to let himself be vulnerable around, he wasn't really ready. Then, as if you could hear his thoughts and woes, Jason felt your hand hold onto his, comforting, reassuring him. “Hey, it's okay. Remember. If at any point you want to stop, want me to do something else, anything, just say so and I promise, I swear, I will. Okay? Like I said, you're in control, not me. You.”

Jason felt his worries float away at your statement and nodded in agreement while giving a soft smile, which you returned. You then leaned in and gave him another kiss on the lips, before pulling away and slowly making your way down. You made eye contact with a small scar on the side of his neck, and in response to seeing it, you placed a soft kiss on it, then moved from that scar to another on shoulder, then to one on his collarbone, until you placing soft kiss on all the scars across his upper body while softly running your hands up and down his sides. Jason could feel his muscles start to tense up as his body went on high alert again and he let out a bunch of shaky sighs as he felt tears starting to form once more. He did best to hold them back like he did before, but he couldn't this time. You were just being too sweet. He wasn't used to it. He didn't deserve it. He was ruined inside and out. Just how could you possibly believe he was worthy of this? The tears began streaming down his face as he breathing became even more timid and he started letting out small cries.

You immediately stopped kissing him once you heard it and your brain went into panic mode when you looked up at his face. “Hey, hey. You okay?” Your voice was rushed and worried as you got up and held his face. “Hey, hey. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you. We don't have to continue. Okay? We can stop-”

“No,” Jason interrupted, managing to calm himself just enough to talk and open his eyes to look at you, but the tears kept coming. “No. I want this. I want to keep going.”

“Jason, I know you want this, but if you're not ready-”

“No, no. I'm ready. I promise. It's just-” Jason stopped. More tears ran down his face as he tried to figure out what to say. “I'm just not used to this. Being loved this much. It's unfamiliar and even though I want it and I like it, my body still goes on high alert because it's never experienced something as soft and as sweet as this. That and…” Jason cut himself off again, looking like he wanted to say something but he just couldn't get the words to come out.

“And?” You waited for an answer, but still kept quiet. No matter how much he wanted to talk, it was like his brain was forcing him not to. Like he was scared. “Jason, it's okay. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I'm not gonna judge you or anything like that.”

Jason took a deep, shaky breath in and out. “And I just can't wrap my head around why you would treat me like this. I didn't do anything to deserve this, to deserve you. I mean, look at me. I know you love all of me, even my scars, you said it a bunch of times, but… I just- I did horrible things before. I hurt people. Good people. Innocent people. I know you say I didn't mean to, but I still did it. I even hurt people I care about. I let my anger control me and it ended with people getting hurt despite my efforts not to. I didn't even bother caring until it was over.” More tears ran down his face as he started to remember.

Your expression grew sad and empathetic as you heard Jason speak and you immediately responded by placing a soft kiss on his forehead. Then you moved down his face to place kisses on his cheekbones, attempting to kiss his tears away. “You were suffering, Jay. You were still under the joker’s manipulation and you were suffering.”

“That doesn't excuse what I did.”

“You're right it doesn't. But it also doesn't mean you don't deserve to be loved.”

Jason turned his gaze away from you. Not knowing what to say. He thought about trying to convince you some more. Convince you that he still didn't deserve all this. But he knew that would be impossible. Your mind was already dead set on believing he deserved all the love you had to offer and more. And it was because of that belief that he felt like he didn't deserve you, and why he just couldn't let go no matter how hard he tried.

“Can you turn over onto your stomach for me?” Jason's face grew curious as he became a tad bit suspicious of what you wanted to do for a second. “Not for anything weird. I just wanna help you relax, okay? Do you trust me?” Jason thought about it for a moment and then nodded. I mean, how could he say no to that? He trusted you more than himself sometimes. After he answered, you got off of him and he slowly got up and flipped over onto his stomach, laying his head down on the pillow sideways with his hands underneath it. You got back on him after he managed to make himself comfortable, sitting right back on his thighs, before bringing his hands to his back. It was covered with just as many scars as his front was, and you intended to appreciate every single one just like you did with those. You slowly began moving your hands up and down his back, gently massaging it, causing Jason to close his eyes and groan in relief.

His reaction earned a smile from you, feeling content that you were able to make him feel better. Especially considering since his back would cause him such pain sometimes. Another thing caused by spending time being you-know-who's prisoner. You brought your head down to his upper back and began planting soft pecks on it, moving from one shoulder toward the other, even placing some on the back of his neck, earning a small chuckle from him since he was a little ticklish there, which made you giggle a little. “Yes, you did do some bad things, Jason. But you feel guilty for doing them, and you make up for it every day. You stop others from hurting innocent people. You protect innocent people. You make them feel safe. You make me feel safe. So, don't ever tell yourself you don't deserve to feel loved and safe as well. Cause you do. And I'm gonna keep reminding you of that every day for the rest of your life.” You stopped kissing him for a moment as after you said as a thought crept into your mind and made you feel nervous. “I mean, as long as you want me here, in your life. I would never force my way into your life if you didn't want me. I mean, I hope you will want me to be with you for a long while, since I want you to be with me for a long, long while, actually forever, if that's okay. Not saying you have to be with me forever. I just- um-”

Jason opened his eyes once he heard the anxiety in your voice and smiled warmly at how much you cared about him and his boundaries, but still wanted to be right by his side. He lift his head up a bit, turning it to the side a bit more as he brought one of his hands from underneath the pillow to the back of your head to bring you closer towards him, and gave you a small kiss on your cheek, causing you to stop panicking, as well as talking all together as you became a tad bit flustered at his action. “I'll always want you here, with me, in my life.”

[girluimfailing]

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[nouveau-nymph]

I'm thinking about writing, i guess, a sensual fluff one-shot with Ak!Jason. There won't be any sex, but in short, it will have Jason letting himself be vulnerable by letting the reader touch and kiss along his body as lays half naked (he only doesn't have a shirt on). May have him crying a bit because he isn't used to it, but still want it. Anyway, I just wanna know if that's something you guys would like to read.

should I write it?

YES!!

nah

Voting ended onDec 18, 2025

[nouveau-nymph]

Been a while since I've written something for AK!Jason. Or… anything at all for that matter. So I figured I'd finally write this little idea I've had for a while. Fair warning, this one is, unfortunately, angsty.

Tags: Angst, hurt/comfort, a bit of fluff at the end to help even things out, gn!reader

Warnings: Panic attacks that are mostly likely due to PTSD, implied physical & psychological abuse (maybe sa too?? since a lot of people do believe AK!Jason was sa'd by joker & other inmates while in arkham, I'm just trying cover everything necessary cause I don't wanna leave out a warning & cause someone to have an anxiety attack or become uncomfortable)

Summary: After returning from work, you call out to Jason that you're home, however you're not given a response. Assuming he's asleep, you head to the bedroom, only to find him on the floor, shaking, crying, and hearing the voice of someone long dead and gone in his head.

(P.s. If any of you feel anything was off or poorly written, please let me know. This is my first time writing something like this or anything with angst in general, so I definitely would appreciate any feedback you all have so that I can improve my writing.)

If you could describe how the day was so far in one word, it would be excruciating. In two words, it would be excruciatingly tedious. Just all day, ever since you came to work. It was slow, boring, and miserable all at the same time. The slowness was already awful, but the amount of work that needed to be done made it worse, and the cloudy, gloomy weather didn't really help either. Sure, yeah, it was usually always cloudy and gloomy in Gotham. Rarely would there be a day with pure, unfiltered sunshine, but usually, you would be okay with it. You even sometimes enjoyed it. Not this day, though. All the usual cloudy weather did was make your day more excruciatingly tedious. But it was over now. You were heading back home. Back to your small, kinda cheap apartment. Back to your sorta comfy bed and even less sorta comfy couch. Back to your sweet, caring, and sometimes overly sarcastic, grumpy boyfriend. God, you wanted nothing more than to immediately hug him and drag him to bed to cuddle and take a long nap when you got home before having to worry about dinner. Honestly, with how exhausting the day had been, you didn't even wanna cook. Maybe you could order some pizza or some burgers from that place he likes. Eh, you'll figure it out later. All you wanted to do at that moment was get home.

The door creaked as you opened and closed it behind you, reminding you just how old it was. While taking off your shoes in the absolute silence of your apartment, you called out to your boyfriend. “Jase, I'm home!” Only to be met with the same absolute silence. Curiosity immediately hit you, making you wonder why he didn't answer. ‘Maybe he's asleep,’ you thought. It would make sense. With the gloomy weather and how slow the day has been, taking a nap seems ideal. With that assumption in mind, you decided not to call out a second time and just continued to take your shoes off. After that, you quietly headed towards the bedroom, hoping not to wake him fully. He is a light sleeper, after all, unfortunately due to certain reasons. You know you probably would still have to wake him a little, though, before climbing into bed with him. You tried climbing into bed without saying anything once because you didn't want to disturb his sleep since he did rarely get it, only to be nearly met with a fist in your face. Thankfully you were able to dodge in time before the punch landed, but he still felt guilty about nearly hurting you, despite you reassuring him that it was okay and that you should have at least said something instead of creeping up on him like that. However, once you entered the bedroom, you weren't met with your boyfriend peacefully sleeping in bed or even attempting to sleep, but instead with him sitting on the floor, curled up with his knees tightly to his chest like he was trying to protect himself, and his head in his hands, covering his ears, all while he was shaking and crying with his eyes shut.

“Jason!” You yelled in absolute worry and panic as you immediately rushed towards him, getting on your knees in front of him. “Jason! Can you hear me?” You reached out for him but didn't dare touch, despite every bone in your body telling you to hold tightly and never let go. You knew touching him in any way while he was like this would potentially cause him to go into an even greater panic. “Hey, Jason. I'm here. Please, if you can hear me, please look at me, okay? I'm here.”

Ever slowly, Jason opened his eyes to look at you, but he still shook and cried, his breathing still rushed. “[Name]...” he said weakly and terrified. God, the way he looked at you made your heart ache even more.

“I'm here. I'm here.” You reassured once again in a soft, gentle voice, trying your best to hide your own panic. “What happened?”

Jason continued to shake and cry and hyperventilate, all while trying to answer. “I- I tried to sleep. I-” He tried his best to speak, but he just couldn't. He could feel his throat closing up even more with every word. He could feel more tears run down his face. And he could hear that insidious laughing in his head getting louder.

“Hey, it's okay, it's okay,” you reassured even more. “You don't have to say anything if it's too hard to. Just know I'm here, okay?” You continued to do your best to remain calm and offer him any solace, but you could feel your heart begin to beat faster as you watched him spiral. Seeing him like this always made your stomach churn, and your body hurt. You always tried your best to make sure this wouldn't happen, or at the very least, make it not this bad. But you aren't a therapist or psychologist, and you aren't around him all the time either, so the chances of this stuff happening are always somewhat high. That didn't mean it didn't make your heart break even more and your desire to cry even greater. But you held yourself together for his sake. You held out your hand towards him before asking, “do you think you can take my hand? Is it a no-touch panic attack or a yes, please touch one?”

It took Jason a moment to answer, and even then, after thinking about it, he still wasn't sure. “I- I don't know. I want to touch you. I wanna hold you. I want you to hold me. But at the same same time… I'm scared. I'm so scared… that if I touch you, I'll hurt you.” His words were rushed, and his breathing continued to quicken. He could still feel the tears streaming down his face. He could still hear his heart beating so incredibly fast in his ears. And that god awful laughter. It was getting so much louder, along with that green haired manic's voice. His insistent taunting and mocking and jokes. They were all becoming more prominent. So prominent that he started to feel that clown’s hands on him, touching him anywhere, everywhere, causing all the scars across his body to burn, especially the certain one on his left cheek. “I can feel him. His hands… They're everywhere. Please. Help. Get them off. Get them off, get them off, get them off, get them off, get them off, get them off!” He repeated, getting louder and louder until eventually screaming.

“Hey, hey, it's okay! I promise you, I'll help, okay?” You quickly reassured, causing him to stop yelling. You held out your hand once again. “I know you said you're scared to touch me cause you think that you'll hurt me, but I trust you. So, let's just start with holding my hand and going from there. If it's too much, you can pull away, and I can find a different solution, alright?”

Jason didn't answer for a moment again, too lost in his thought and that voice in his head filled with malice, the agonizing touch of his tormentor’s hands all over his body, causing it to ache exactly like how it always would during those years with him. Eventually, he found his voice again and slowly and weakly answered with an, “alright,” before taking your hand in his. Silence befell the both of you for a moment. Just a moment. Then slowly, as Jason held your hand, he could feel the touch of the others leave his body.

“Is this okay?” You asked softly. “Is it helping?” There was a hint of concern in your voice. A worry that this was maybe too much for him right now. That maybe you should pull away. “If it's making you feel worse, I can take my hand away-”

“No, it's-” Jason interrupted quietly, his voice still somewhat weak and filled with panic. “It's helping.” He held your hand tighter, and as he did, the sensation of that psycho’s touch continued to leave him, and slowly, more tears shed from his eyes. Immediately you panicked at the sight of seeing him cry more, fearing that despite his words, touch wasn't in fact helping him right now, but before you could pull away and apologize, you were instantly grabbed by Jason and pulled to his lap. His arm wrapped you tight as he rested his head on your shoulder, acting like if he let you go or if he held you too loosely, you would disappear. And once the shock of being manhandled into your boyfriend's lap died down, you slowly wrapped your arms around him tightly, too. However, despite you holding him, you could still feel him shaking slightly, meaning that while the hug was helping, it wasn't helping enough.

“Hey, you're still panicking,” you mentioned softly as you rubbed his back.

“I know,” he replied. “I'm sorry.”

“No, no, it's okay,” you reassured while also calmly panicking yourself, immediately regretting your choices of words. “I just wanted to suggest something that could help you a bit more. Would you be okay with that?” It took a minute for Jason to answer. Mostly because a part of him just wanted to stay like this, but he knew you meant well, and trusted that you wouldn't do anything he wasn't comfortable with. So with that, he slowly nodded his head as it continued to rest on your shoulder. “Okay. I want you to do me a favor and name three things that you can see.”

Jason slowly raised his head from your shoulder and took a long look around the room. It was a bit hard to see because of how much he had been crying, but still he tried, and eventually answered. “I see… the door and the bed and… the dresser.”

“Good. That's very good.” You continued to rub his back with one hand while the other softly played with his hair, doing everything you could to offer him all the praise and reassurance that he deserved in this moment. That he always deserved. “Now I want you to name two things you can feel.”

“Well, I obviously feel the floor,” he attempted at teasing despite the panic that was still coursing through him. Which, in return, earned a small chuckle from you, making him smile a little. “And, of course, you. I feel you.” His arms wrapped around you tighter, hands wandering everywhere on your back and sides just to feel you even more. “I like feeling you.”

A smile slowly formed on your lips once he said that. “I like feeling you, too.” You ran both your hands up and down his back, so softly, so sweetly, earning a small soft sigh from him. It was true. He liked feeling you. He loved it. You were always so soft and warm. It made him never want to let you go sometimes. It made him want to stay pressed against your body like this forever. Feel your softness and warmth forever. “Okay, one last favor. I want you to name me one thing you can hear.” Jason's heart picked up after you said, arms tightening even more around you. He wanted so badly to say you. To say that he only heard your voice. But that would be a lie. Because even when like this. Even with the holding each other, the soothing touches, the reassuring praise, Jason could still hear him. Hear his constant mocking and laughing. Hear him say all the things he would say to him while he was in his captivity. While he was having his fun with him, while he was letting all the criminals in arkham have fun with him. It made him want to start crying again. “Jason? Is something wrong?”

“I…” He attempted to speak, his voice starting to choke up again. “ I wanna say I only hear you… but I don't. I can still hear him, too. And he's… so much louder. It's hard to focus.” Your heart began to ache again. Tears forming in your eyes, too. You didn't know what to say. You could say that it wasn't real, that it was all in his head, but a part of you worried that would make things worse again, because even though it wasn't real and Jason knew it wasn't, it still felt real to him. You held him closer towards you, not just for his sake but for yours as well, as you struggled to find the right words to say.

“Okay, okay, what can I do to help?” You asked. “Name anything, tell me anything, and I'll do it. I promise.”

Jason could feel his heart swell at your words. Not just because of the words themselves, but also because of the sincerity in them. He heard you say that, and he could feel that you meant it. That you really would do anything. “Just… just keep talking, please.”

“Okay, what do you want me to talk about?”

“Anything. Absolutely anything. Talk about your day. Talk about some weird facts that you know. Just anything.” Jason softly begged. He just needed so desperately to continue hearing your voice. Just enough to drown out the other one. Just enough until it went away.

“Okay, well,” you started, trying your best to think of something to talk about. “I would talk about my day, but it was kinda boring. Like, way more boring than usual.” Your response earned a little ‘yeah’ from Jason, so you continued talking. “Yeah, just boring and slow, and the painfully large load of work that needed to get done didn't help. I was very tempted to just lie and say I was feeling sick just to come home early or just quit on the spot. That's how boring and slow it was today.” A soft, quiet hum came from Jason's lips. A part of him kinda wished you did. He did always miss you while you were gone. “Um, let's see. What else can I talk about? Oh, I was thinking about this on the way home. Because of how tiring work was today, I thought, why not just order something for dinner. Would you like that? I can order some food from that burger place you like.” Jason just nodded as he closed his eyes, feeling that voice start to slip away from him as he continued listening to yours. “And then maybe after we eat, we can just laze around on the couch and cuddle while we watch TV. I could even make us some hot chocolate, too, since it's starting to get cold.” Jason clung to you some more, burying his face into your neck.

“Hot chocolate seems lovely.” He replied before starting to place soft pecks onto the side of your neck, causing you to giggle.

“Hey, that tickles, mister.” You playfully reprimanded him as you continued to laugh.

“I know, that's why I'm doing it.” He teased as he placed more little kisses across your neck. “I love hearing your laugh. It's one of my favorite sounds.”

You hummed softly as you felt his lips on your skin. “Well, I'm glad you like it. Personally, I think it sounds annoying as hell, but if you like it, then I guess it's alright.” After a bit more kisses, you moved your head back, just so you could see his face. His eyes were still red from crying, but there were no more tears coming from them. His body was still clinging towards yours, but it was no longer shaking. Slowly, you brought your hands to his face, caressing it in between them. “Are you… feeling better now? Do you still hear him?”

Jason slowly brought one of his hands up to hold yours as it caressed his cheek. “No, I don't hear him anymore. Just you. Only you.” He slowly nuzzled his face into your hand some more before bringing it to his lips and kissing the palm. “Thank you.”

A warm smile spread across your face by seeing him feeling better. “Of course. I will always be here for you. I promise.” You then slowly brought your lips to his forehead, planting a soft kiss there, causing him to let out a soft sigh of relief. “Come on. Let's move this cuddle session to the bed. I'll order the food, and we can continue holding each other while we wait.” Jason hummed softly in response to your suggestion before letting you get up and get up himself, just to pick you up and tackle you to the bed, earning another giggle from you. He then laid and watched as you ordered the food on your phone, waiting for you to be done so that he could hold you close to him again. “Okay, I'm assuming you want your usual, correct?” Jason nodded as he gazed at you with the most love-filled look ever. “Okay, it's ordered. Should be here in a bit.”

With that, Jason took your phone out of your hands and placed it on the nightstand, then wrapped his arms around you just like before, bringing you towards his chest. You, in return, wrapped your arms around him before looking up at him, that warm smile still plastered on your face. Jason felt his smile get bigger at seeing yours, and next thing you knew, he had brought his face down towards yours and slowly began giving you soft kisses across it before giving you one long lingering one on your lips. “I love you. So much.”

Your smile got bigger as you looked into his eyes. Immediately, you returned his kiss with another, this one even longer and filled with more sweetness. “I love you, too. So, so much.” You both clung to each other after that, closing your eyes and letting rest take over.

[cinnaxcrow]

Kinktober Day 5: Quiet Sex

Pairing: Jason Todd (Arkham Knight) x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

A/n: Heyyyyy. im uh. 5 days late but this week has been utter ass, so now I'll be playing catch up as best I can. And I need some Jason we all need Jason, especially AK!Jason my baby.

Notes: More emotional, flowery language, obvy very traumatized Jason, no specifics of his backstory but it's present, he just needs you to give him some comfort. Very loving Jason softly hours. Also no gendered language for reader and like a barely any reference to body parts for reader so it’s pretty GN! Friendly I believe.

The night makes him quiet, incredibly so. He’s more contemplative and less talkative. In fact, he often goes silent for the rest of the day when he’s in that mindset. The one that can’t do anything but remember everything that had gone wrong, what he had lost. 

Thankfully, you were there, and he could always count on you to shut off the noise running rampant in his brain. Whenever he needed the silence, he would seek you out. He’d melt into you, asking without words for you to give him something to hope for. 

And sometimes, he couldn’t help but yearn for more than words or a hug. Sometimes it was carnal, demanding to be inside you to remind himself you were real, true, still here. A pit of emptiness that weakly begged you to cradle him and fill that hole with something substantial and soft. 

His hands, still gloved, trailed over your naked back. They went up and down the curvature of your spine, wanting to get reacquainted with the highs and lows of your form. It was perfection, it was a dream made manifest that was his salvation. His hands, usually so strong and always tightly wrapped around a weapon, were trembling as they felt warm skin. 

He didn’t say a word. Didn’t want to say a word. If he spoke, he’d cry. Maybe he’d scream or break down again like a child. He just wanted one moment of peace, an affirmation of love between the two of you as he watched your body gyrate on his lap. 

You kissed him with softness that reminded him he was safe. It wasn’t a hit or a punch or a stab- it wasn’t a punishment, it was affection. Affection he deserved, you’d say, even if he didn’t believe it yet. He craved it, but the idea of him accepting such a sweet thing after all his crimes and what he intended to do was a difficult thing to conceive. 

Thankfully, you didn’t mind reminding him of it as many times as he needed to hear it. Your hands, untouched by darkness, stroked his chin. You grinned- fuck, you smiled at him- and his heart burst out of his chest. 

He let out a shaky moan, shivering as he wrapped both his arms around your torso and pressed you against him. He buried his head into the crook of your neck, his breath heating up your skin as he felt your walls take him in. He wishes he could be buried in here forever. It would be heaven. It’s soft and warm and tender in here, where all his thoughts could melt away and be replaced with your image. All parts of you. 

Your beautiful eyes that looked at him with kindness and not hatred, not malicious intent, not fear. The ones that would close and flutter as he hit that sweet spot in you again, or when you got close to the edge. Your plush thighs that shook with every thrust and rubbing of skin against skin. They were trembling, so he removed one arm from your waist to stroke your thighs. His cold fingers dipped beneath the side to help aid you in taking him. Even with one hand, he could so effortlessly move you and hold you. 

The thought runs through him- he could injure you, likely kill you with one hand. He’s done it plenty of times before with ease. But you don’t seem to care. You have no fear, not with the way you wrap your arms around his neck and gasp into his ear. Not with the way your lips whisper sweet nothings into his ear and beg him to go ‘a bit faster’, urging him to touch you as he wants. 

You had no fear in your heart, none reserved for him and the monster he’d become in his quest for vengeance. You saw him as a man, as Jason, not the Arkham Knight or the commander he was. And somehow, that makes him want to cry more, makes him want to shout how much he adores you and appreciates you being here. You tether him to reality when it all seems like a never-ending warzone. You trust him and give your body to him like it is the most easy choice of all, and he wants to give it back. 

It’s so easy to trust you in a world that is unforgiving and has given him nothing but hurt. So he leans in to kiss you, a pleading kiss that hesitates, afraid he may be taking too much. But you kiss back, affirming your choice to be with him. And that’s all the confirmation he needs. 

He picks you up, lifting you like nothing as he changes positions and rests you on the bed. You look like an angel on those dark sheets and he worships your neck and chest with his mouth again, wanting to show his appreciation. 

None could ruin him in this way like you do. He lets you do this to him. He lets your hands remove that heavy armor of his body, lets it clatter to the floor to reveal more of the scars. You trace them with your fingers as he stiffens and relaxes. Only you get to do this. Only you get to see him at his worst like that. He lifts your hand to his lips and presses a kiss, having your fingers cover the large ‘J’ carved onto his cheek. He shakily exhales as he lets go of your arms.  

His hands slowly glide up your arms and entangle with your fingers, your hands so much smaller against his. He sighs then begins to move again, his member rolling in and out of you at a steady pace. He doesn’t want to rush this, never wants to rush you. He wants to stay like this forever, wants to have this warmth for just a bit longer. He feels the tension building up in his core and gets overwhelmed again. 

Just a bit more. A few more thrusts. You close your eyes and whisper his name, encouraging him to keep going. His cock moves faster now, wanting to stoke the flames that burn between you both. He wants it to burn everything wrong in his life and give him something new to tend to. Your tender sex keeps weeping for him and in the silence of the room, it’s all he can hear. His hand goes down to circle against your clit, rubbing it in soothing circles to ease you, a small apology from him for being greedy and wanting to keep you around him. 

You pull him down against you until you’re nose to nose, your breaths mingling as the cold of the room and the world outside is replaced with this passionate heat. 

“I love you,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

“I love you, too,” you murmur, the pleasure on your face showing how happy you are with him. He clenches his eyes shut and moves harder. His body can do all the talking for him now. 

You’re whining louder now, not enough to alert anyone else on base, but loud enough for him to be prideful at being able to please you intimately. 

His fingers keep working around you, and he knows by the way your back is arching up that you are close. In just a few more thrusts, you’ll be finishing all over him again. 

He thrusts once, twice- god he loves this. Loves you. He can’t imagine his life now without you. Jason groans as his climax approaches rapidly, wanting you to finish alongside him. Just… a bit more…

His peak hits him faster than he even recognizes, throwing his head back and letting out an overwhelmed sob as he releases inside you. You finish not long after, your pulsing walls overstimulating him more as he pants for air above you. 

Jason’s eyes travel down your body, watching as his cum slowly drips out of you, on him, and onto the sheets. It’s dirty, but he can’t help but enjoy it, loving seeing you connected and you having a piece of him inside. 

He doesn’t remove himself from you, careful to not hurt you as he lays down beside you. He hides his face into your chest, and you cover both of your spent bodies underneath the blanket. He presses a whisper of a kiss to your collarbone and you understand just what he wants to say without words- 

Thank you for making me feel so safe.

You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer and running your hands through his hair. The repetitive action relaxes him as you hear his breathing even out, a sign he’s feeling much better than before. You press a kiss to the top of his head, another wordless message. 

Sweet dreams, Jason.

[nouveau-nymph]

Me rn after reading this:

[nouveau-nymph]

I think Ak!Jason would either stuff down the desire to have sex with his partner, never saying anything, or be super blunt about wanting to have sex with them. There is no in-between.

That boy has no knowledge of how to flirt or how to make any sort of sexual innuendoes at all, and he also wouldn't know how to deal with experiencing any sexual desire at all either considering he most likely didn't really allow himself to get in touch with his sexuality once he escaped arkham.

So, when it comes to experiencing sexual attraction for the first time towards his partner, he would either try his best to ignore it and not say a damn thing until eventually his partner catches that's something's wrong and asks him about, which would result in a maybe sorta small argument about trying to get him to open up and be honest about his feelings before him eventually exploding and loudly admitting he wants to have sex with them.

Or he would either come up to them randomly and say very bluntly, "I wanna have sex with you."

It would most likely be the first one, though, cause he probably would find being honest about wanting that embarrassing and also scared that he's not ready for that sort of thing yet.

[nouveau-nymph]

Decided to do a full one-shot based on this little blurb I made of ak!Jason a while ago. Especially since someone commented under my post of me asking for fluff prompts for him and suggested a fic of him getting cute aggression for the reader, sooo here we go!

Tags: Fluff, sorta angst, I guess? (Jason doesn't know what cute aggression is, so he's worried he's becoming like the joker for a little bit), gn!reader

Something was wrong. Jason knew something was wrong. With him specifically. He just didn't know what. Lately, for some reason, when Jason would look at you, he would get these intense urges that he couldn't explain. It wasn't every time he looked at you, but it was often. And it was at completely random moments, too. Sometimes he would get them when he'd see you get all excited about something. Sometimes he would get them when he heard your laugh. Or when you talked about something you loved. Or when you smiled with that stupidly adorable smile of yours. Even when you were doing the most boring, mundane things like washing dishes or just sitting and watching TV. He didn't understand it.

And what he didn't understand even more were the urges themselves. They were… weird. Like, that one time he saw you dancing in the kitchen as you made dinner. He got this strange desire to just come up to you and… squeeze you. Like, super tightly. And then there was that time that you two were out shopping and you found something that you said you had been looking for in stores forever and you got so giddy and excited that he couldn't help himself from getting this feeling to just grab you by your cheeks and shake you around and grip you tightly. And now, just recently, you were watching TV together when you turned your head away and started looking at him with the softest, most loving expression he had ever seen.

“What?” He asked. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“No reason, it's just…” you paused for a second as you continued staring. “You're really handsome, you know that?”

Jason literally felt his brain stop working when you said that. Then he felt his fists start to clench and his jaw tighten, and then he wanted nothing more than to just grab you and… bite you. He didn't know why. And soon enough, it started to scare him. Why? Why was he getting these extreme urges? He didn't want to hurt you. He loved you. He loved you so much, so why? Why did he want to randomly squeeze and grip and crush and even bite you? Was… was he starting to become like… like him? Was he slowly starting to want to do every terrible thing that that manic put him through… to you? Jason didn't like that. He didn't like that thought one bit. He hated it. He hated the idea of putting you through even the smallest amount of suffering, of torture he had experienced. But at the same time, he could feel these urges getting worse, and he didn't want to risk the chance of it happening. So he had to do the only thing he could do. He had to leave you.

You were preparing to make dinner, getting all the ingredients and supplies together, when Jason came in to break the news.

“Hey,” he said softly, making you turn around and greet him with that warm smile of yours. He was going to miss that smile.

“Oh, hey, Jay!” You excitedly replied, all happy to see like you always were. “Was just about to make dinner. Your favorite, by the way. We haven't had it in a while, so I thought you would like that.”

God, why did you have to be so sweet? Why did you have to be so caring? You being like that was definitely going to make it harder for him to say the words, but they had to be said. For your safety, they had to.

“I would, I very much would, thank you,” he responded gratefully, but soon enough that gratefulness was replaced by a more saddened tone when he said his next words. “Listen, um, can we… Can we talk?”

You immediately caught on to the tone and walked up to him with a look of concern spread across your face.

“Of course,” you answered. “You know you can tell me anything.”

He could feel tears start to build up behind his eyes when he heard those reassuring words. It made him not want to do this, not want to say what he was about to say. But he had to.

“I… I think,” he started, trying so desperately to hold himself together and not fall apart in front of you like he has before. The last thing he needs is for your last moments together being you putting his broken ass back together again. “I think we should break up.”

The concern on your face turned into shock and misery. “What? Wh- why? Did I do something wrong? Did I upset you in any way? Did I-”

“No! No no no no. You didn't do anything wrong at all.” You could never do any wrong in his eyes.

“Then why? Why do you… why do you want to end this?”

He really didn't want to tell you. He didn't want you looking at him like he was a monster. Like he was that madman. But you deserved an explanation. He couldn't just leave and not give you the reason why. He had to tell you why.

“It's ‘cause…” he started, trying desperately to mentally prepare himself. “It's because it's no longer safe for you to be around me anymore.”

“What? What does that mean? Are you talking about the whole Red Hood thing? Jason, I told you. I'll be fine. I know you'll protect me and I can protect myself pretty well, too. It's oka-”

“It's not about the Red Hood thing. It's about… it's about me. It's no longer safe for you to be around me. I'm becoming a danger towards you. I'm becoming… I'm becoming like him.”

That caught your attention. You could only imagine why Jason would say that. But you didn't want to interrupt him, so you let him continue.

“I… I keep getting these urges when I'm with you sometimes, when I watch you. Like, sometimes when I look at you and I see you all giddy about something, or laughing or smiling, or hell, not even doing anything, I just… I just want to squeeze you, like, real tightly in my arms. Like, a hug, but a really tight one. Like an almost crushing one. And other times I even wanna bite you. Like, bite your arms, your thighs, your shoulders, even your cheeks. And when I say bite, I mean really bite. Not enough to make you bleed, but still pretty hard. And… and I don't know why. I don't wanna hurt you. I never want to hurt you. But I think I might because so often I get these intense urges and they keep getting worse and I don't know what to do. I don't wanna leave you but I have to. I'm sorry.”

Jason closed his eyes after he finished talking. He couldn't stand the idea of seeing you looking at him with disgust or fear. So he just shut his eyes and waited for your inevitable, hurtful response.

But it never came. Instead, for some reason, he heard you start to laugh. Like fully, genuinely laugh like you do when you watch those old game shows sometimes. He opened his eyes and saw you hunched over a little, holding your stomach as you continued to laugh with that sweet, bright smile of yours.

“Why are you laughing?” He asked, completely confused, only to be answered by more of your adorable laughter that made him blush a bit. “Sweetheart, please, this is serious. Why are you laughing?”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I-” You apologize as your laughter slowed in a giggle before you finally managed to calm down. “I swear I'm not laughing at your expense or anything, it's just- Baby, have you never heard of cute aggression?”

“Huh?” Cute aggression? What on earth was that? And what did it have to do with him having violent urges towards you?

“So, I'll take that as a no, then?” You asked and were met with an even more confused look on your face. “Okay, so, basically, cute aggression is when you get a sudden aggressive feeling in response towards seeing something your brain perceives as cute. These feelings can range from wanting to hug that thing tightly, to aggressively kissing it, to even biting it. But the main important thing is that you don't wanna actually hurt the thing. You just need to get all the love you have for it out. It's kinda like when some people see a baby so cute, that they just have to pinch the baby's cheeks, you know? Or when a cat randomly gives you a little soft nip as a sign of affection.”

Oh. So that's what it was. Jason wasn't feeling any violent desires to put you through a similar hell to his or hurt you in any way, for that matter. His brain was just finding you so cute that it made him want to show his love in a more aggressive way that was still safe.

“So… I'm not becoming dangerous towards you?” He asked, a tiny part of him still worried.

“No, you're not, don't worry,” you reassured him. “I'm honestly kinda flattered that I'm the first thing you experienced cute aggression for. And hey, if you ever feel those urges around me again, just know that I am completely okay with you acting on them.”

Jason could feel a smile start to form on his face at your acceptance. As well as something else.

“Then, if it's okay with you, can I… act on one right now?”

You smiled brightly and nodded your head, and as soon as you did, Jason immediately wrapped his arms around you bringing you in for a hug and squeezed as tightly as he could while stuffing his face into the side of your neck.

“See? Not dangerous at all,” you once again reassured.

“Yeah,” he replied, then slowly removed his face from your neck to stare at yours, admiring every part of it. You thought he was done, but next thing you know, he's aggressively kissing all over your face super fast, causing you to giggle. He continued to kiss all over face for at least a minute before finally, gently biting your cheek.

“Ah, Jay!” You shouted, giggling hardly.

“Oh, sorry,” he immediately apologized in a worried tone. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, no, you didn't, don't worry. You could never actually hurt me.”

You saw a small smile appear on his face again before he softly kissed the part of your cheek he bit. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For not being disgusted or afraid of me when I told you all that. For not seeing… him.”

A small warm smile formed on your lips before you gave him a soft kiss on his forehead. “You never have to thank me for that. Now, come on. Why don't you help me make dinner?”

Jason gave you a little nod before following you and helping you prep everything. All the while having only one thing on his mind.

How absolutely lucky he was to have some as sweet and kind and caring and as adorable as you in his life.

I hope you all enjoyed this. I honestly really enjoyed writing. Sorry if it's poorly written or ooc, btw. Thanks for reading!

[nouveau-nymph]

Guys, help. I wanna write another fluff one-shot for ak!Jason but I have absolutely no idea what to make it about. Can you all comment fluff prompts you'd like to read about him? I can't promise that I'll do all of them, but I can probably do a good chunk. I just wanna write about this man being happy and loved cause he deserves it so much.

[bbzink]

Jason Todd art nouveau, anybody?

[bron-the-faun-extra]

I'mma need people to stop editing arcane Jinx and arkham Jason together. Please. My heart can't take it anymore. The angst is too much.

[nouveau-nymph]

SAAAMMMEEE! Like the parallels between them are so good, but it hurts soooo much. I just wanna hold the both of them and comfort them and cook them a nice home-cooked meal. I LOVE THEM BOTH SOO MUCH!!😭💞

[ciricearts]

happy jason day let’s gooo

[nouveau-nymph]

Was scrolling through the Arkhamverse tag again and it got me craving some ak!Jason fluff, so here's this image my brain decided to conjure up. Sorry if this is poorly written btw. I don't write very often.

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"What the hell are you looking at?" The question hung in the air for a couple of seconds as Jason's eyes met yours as he was getting to go out on patrol. There was no venom in it. Just pure confusion and maybe a little amusement.

"Obviously you, dumbass," you answered as you continued to stare at him with a longing look and a small warm smile as you laid on your side, your head resting in your hand.

"I know you're looking at me. I'm asking why you're looking at me. Especially with that dorky ass expression on your face.”

"Cause you're pretty.~”

Jason paused for a moment, looking away and shutting his eyes as he clenched his lips together tightly. You could see the faintest hint red start to form on his cheeks.

"You really need to stop that," he said after he managed to compose himself.

"Stop what?”

"Stop randomly complimenting me. You're gonna make me become super egotistical if you keep doing it.”

"Hmm, good.~ You deserve to be super egotistical with how good-looking you are.”

Jason paused again, his face getting redder as a slight smile formed on his lips. Before disappearing as another question plagued his mind.

Your confusion faded away when he asked that, replaced with a look of concern and worry as you sat up straight.

"How-" he started. "How can you be so confident when you say those things?"

Your loving expression turned into confusion at his question.

"What'd you mean?" You questioned back.

"I mean," he started up again. "How can you look at me... and see anything attractive at all?”

"How could I not?" You answered. "You're by far the most attractive person I've ever seen."

"Even with all I have going on underneath this?" He gestured to his Red Hood outfit, clearly referencing the many scars over his body underneath it. "And... this?" he continued, pointing to the J shaped burned scar on his cheek.

Your expression grew more worried, but now, with an added hint of empathy as you slowly stood up from the bed and walked over to him.

"Even with all that." You answered softly. "Because they're a part of you, and I love and find every part of you attractive."

You raised your hands to cup his face, stopping before actually touching it because you didn't want to do it without his permission, which he gave you by slowly nodding his head like he always did. Your hands closed the space between them and his face, and once they did, your thumbs started gently rubbing his cheeks, causing him to close his eyes and let out a soft sigh.

"I love your fluffy black hair that I enjoy running my fingers through. I love your light blue eyes that remind me of angelite crystals. I love your big hands that always feel so soft on my skin, no matter how rough and calloused they get. I love those faint freckles on your face that I can only see when I'm up close to you like right now. And yes, I even love all your scars."

Jason's hands raised up to hold yours as they continued to caress his face, opening his eyes just in time to see a warm, loving expression form on your face.

"I know you feel like I shouldn't love you sometimes, Jason, because you believe you're too broken to be loved, but I don't see that when I look at you. I see the most beautiful, most handsome, most amazing person to ever exist, and I love that person so damn much that it feels like I could explode into an endless amount of heart-shaped candies."

Jason couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at that, along with a big, soft smile to go with it. You let out a small laugh as well, happy that you managed to cheer him up. You both stared into each other eyes for a moment, just lovingly looking at each other in blissful silence. That is until Jason moved his hands from yours to cradle your face and leaned in closer so he could place a soft kiss on your forehead. Then a soft kiss on your cheek. Then a soft kiss your other one. Then one on your nose, which made you giggle. Then one final one on your jaw before actually kissing you on the lips. You thought that was the end of his reciprocation of affection, but next thing you know, his arms are around your waist, lifting you off the ground.

"Wha- Jay! What the heck are you doing?!" You exclaimed with amusement, giggling a tiny bit.

"What's it look like I'm doing?" He responded in a sarcastic but loving tone as he started walking over to the bed. "I'm carrying you to back to bed so I can cuddle with you, obviously."

"But what about patrol? Don't you have to go deal with some big crime boss or something?"

"That can wait. I'm not leaving until I repay your act of affection with an even bigger one."

He then softly dropped you onto the bed and crawled in himself, bringing you closer to him and wrapping his arm tight around you before giving you another kiss on the forehead.

"You're unbelievable," you teased.

"Says the one who likes randomly complimenting me and who just said they could explode into heart-shaped candies from how much they love me," he teased right back.

"Hmm, okay, fair."

He chuckled a tiny bit at your response as he rested his chin on top of your head before closing his eyes and sighing softly. You closed your eyes as you nestled your face into his neck. It always made you feel happy knowing that you could make him feel so at peace. So safe. So warm. So wanted. So needed. So... loved.

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I hope you guys like this. Again, sorry if it's written poorly or ooc. I was kinda just going with the flow.

[nouveau-nymph]

OK, so, you guys know those Mark Grayson variants x reader fics where the reader was/is in a relationship with Mark in nearly every universe, and also how usually Maskless!Mark is left out, which makes sense, you know, since he had feelings for William. But, I still felt bad for him being left out, which led to my brain conjuring up this imagine. Enjoy.

All the other Mark variants: *arguing about who gets to take reader home*

Reader, who is currently being held by Maskless!Mark while the others figure their shit out: Sooo... were we a thing in your universe too, ooor...?

Maskless!Mark: For a while, yes. Before I eventually figured out I wanted to be with William instead, which you were completely okay with. We ended up agreeing on being in a queer platonic relationship. Which was very nice.

Reader: Oh, really?

Maskless!Mark: Yeah. Actually, funnily enough, you figured out that you wanted to be with Eve instead of me at the same time, which made the break up go a lot smoother and sweeter.

Reader: Oh, wow, that's neat! I never would've guessed I would be in a relationship with- WAIT, WHAT?!?!