୨⎯ "of unconditional love" ⎯୧

┌─── ∘°༶•୨♡୧•༶°∘ ───┐ lee ・❥・ i love one man and one man only : ̗̀➛ jason todd └─── °∘༶•୨♡୧•༶∘° ───┘

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[chainsawlamb]

En Nuit

⋆ harry du bois x reader - heavy angst, good ending ⋆

word count : 961 ⋆₊˚⊹♡

Disco lights blink in and out of existence in rounds, calling for you, crawling to you. Vibrations of people and the beat of a bass claw at the fabric of your sequined jacket, trying to pull you in.

But you don't move off of the curb. You insisted on getting out for some air, but right now, you don't know why you're here. The loudness from inside the building becomes background noise, dissipating into silence until a more mellow, more calmer song comes on. Still hearable through the frosted glass, you sigh.

“I never did like those songs.” The happy beat mixes with croons you yourself can't quite understand. It's familiar to you and yet, you can't place where you've heard it before.

“Those types of songs?” Harry reiterates. Harry, not Harrier. He felt more at ease when you called him Harry. If that meant anything to him now, he'd surely find out later. “Yeah, it's misleading. I don't like being lied to. I'm not shallow for that, am I, Harry?” You give him a rueful smile but not your eyes. Harry lifts a bottle of Commodore Red to his lips but stops midway, your hand gently lowering where his arm meets with his wrist, forcing him to put the bottle on the floor with a deafened clink.

“I don't want to talk to the bottle, Harry. I want to talk to you. The real You.”

He pauses. The thought of having a *real* version of himself makes him freeze. He can't look in a mirror without wondering who was staring back at him. He can make out features like any normal person, but all he sees is a stranger. With a tie on their neck like a noose.

Harry shakes the morbid thought away by adjusting the noose around his neck.

“But I'm better when I drink, aren't I? I mean..”

He forces a smile, one with practiced ease. He sees the way you sigh and smooth a hand over your face, and the smile falters. Your hand stops short at the tip of your nose, a makeshift mask keeping in the warm exhaled air that fogs through the gaps in your fingers.

“Hey, you alright?” Harry asks, knowing well that you aren't. No sane person insists on going outside for air when it's heavily snowing.

And no sane person would agree to stay out here either.

His volition kept Harry in tact, but its spark was dying. Fleeting, like a burning star.

“I feel like the world is ending around me, and there's nothing I can do about it.” And then you crumble, then and there on the curb. End scene, curtain drawn.

There's a pause from you. Then, a quiet, held-in sob.

You hide your face away from the world, away from him. Despite this, the world kept spinning. Harry felt a headache coming on, preparing to make him wince.

Harry reaches a tentative hand towards you, hovering over your collapsed shoulder. He debates mentally if he should touch you or not, give you that comfort you deserve. You deserve that. Comfort. But Harry doesn't think he's the right person to do it, no. He's far from it. There's this version of you in his head, and he's scared of ruining that image. You're sacred to him, and he's scared of You. Of Ruining You.

He still had some liquid courage left in him. The warmth of his body on your side was probably one of the reasons why you haven't froze to death out here while it snowed. Maybe you needed him as much as he needed you. Maybe that's why you haven't left him yet.

The weight of his hand rests on your shoulder. The warmth of his palm gives you a reassuring squeeze. It's not much, but it's enough to make you feel as though everything will be okay despite it all. Even if it isn't now.

The cold bites at your wet cheeks, drawing you back into the current reality you were in. Urging you to take attention to the body beside you, sitting on that same curb you were on.

“I..I *need* you, Harry.” Your voice emphasized the word 'need' for its importance. It's important to need people to have them in your life. Harry's been told that before by his coworkers. People he's only seen once before never seeing them again.

But it was different, coming from you.

“Harry..” You lean closer to him, hiding your face in his arm. His jacket was waterproof. The tears spilled straight off and onto the snowy ledge of the curb. Red colored sequins make contact with his jacket as you pull him in, closer for a hug, as if his presence weighted you down to your senses.

“I *need* you, Harry. Don't let go. Please..” Leaving you in a state like this was something that never crossed his mind in the first place. Where would he go anyway? The dance floor wouldn't be the same without you.

Harry licks at his chapped lips again, that liquid courage long gone. “I'm not going anywhere. Not when you're like this.” He squeezes you closer, the sequins on the back of your jacket shine and reflect red colored light like mirror balls.

“I'm not leaving you.” It felt more appropriate to say rather than *'I love you'*. Love was an umbrella term for so many things. Love could mean anything. But a promise held more weight than a broad declaration of emotion. In his head, at least.

You soften. “Oh, Harry..” One of your arms draped around his neck. The sequins on your sleeve dig into his skin, more comfortable than any necktie he ever wore. Your hand on his shoulder, fingers curling. “I love you too.”

🪩 : tried going more abstract with the writing on this one :^) it's disco elysium, after all!! i hope to the 3 harry du bois fans out there that they enjoyed this one. wrote it in a day to let out some steam 🍒 take care of yourself. i love you - lamb

[ciricearts]

idk if this is exactly "dreamily" but oh well hehe

[quartzdream]

i finally got some motivation to write, so i’m working on this knight!jason w royal!reader thing, but it’s got me so giddy i need to stop writing after a few lines lmao. it will take me three years to finish this short thing

also i got my first request aaaaa!! nonnie, i see you and i’m thinking cowboys jason and roy 🤠✨

[v3mpirs]

𝒥𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝒯𝑜𝒹𝒹 𝐹𝒾𝒸 𝑅𝑒𝒸𝓈! ⋆˚࿔

a compilation of some of my favorite jason todd fics 𑁤 pt2!

⋆.𐙚 ̊ lover boy - jason todd really really likes you. 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @cloudscars

⋆.𐙚 ̊ the “informant” - you mark up one of Jason's case files, and it slips both of your minds the next day. So, when Jason brings the file with him to the cave, everyone quickly catches on to the fact that Jason is working with someone. / @forresttfirre

⋆.𐙚 ̊ amidst the fading sunlight - when Jason finds a pair of handcuffs hanging from your bed, you never expect it to turn into the two of you tangled in the fading sunlight 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @froggibus

⋆.𐙚 ̊ kisses - jason kisses his way out of every argument / @njghtiee

⋆.𐙚 ̊ trouble in heels - when a mechanic meets a real life barbie! jason todd x bimbo!reader / @starlitfables

↪︎ bonus! mechanic jason todd x ditzy!reader u drive me crazy 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @juicykvnture

⋆.𐙚 ̊ in every universe - jason todd reunites with much more than an old friend. jason todd x high school sweetheart!reader / @pluvoia

⋆.𐙚 ̊ get back up here f’me - somno face-sitting with jason todd! 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @flockoff-featherface

⋆.𐙚 ̊ phone calls and heartaches - jason has a habit of calling you randomly. the only problem? you guys broke up weeks ago. / @the-midnight-duck

⋆.𐙚 ̊ old habits die hard - jason todd can't turn you away after you've had a shitty date; especially when all you want is to get fucked right. jason todd x ex-gf!reader 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @pluvoia

⋆.𐙚 ̊ truth and consequence - jason forgets about plans you made and you stumble across a secret. / @stresslessbaaby

⋆.𐙚 ̊ jealous, jealous, boy - jason todd gets jealous easily. it’s not your fault you attract attention, but you should have known better than to entertain some drunk idiot at the bar by accepting the drink he bought you. actions, you’ll learn, have consequences. 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @martiniluvr

↪︎bonus! more jealous jason todd x ex-gf!reader 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @blondekisses

+ evennnn more jealous jason todd x ex-gf!reader 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @juicykvnture

⋆.𐙚 ̊ stuck with me - even after your breakup with jason, he’d been showing up at your apartment every night without fail. when a heated confrontation turned physical, things revealed to be more complicated than you’d ever expected. 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @ficmenrhot

⋆.𐙚 ̊ protective!jason todd - aka jason knows better than to let anyone get away with hurting you / @squipa

⋆.𐙚 ̊ fwb!jason todd - he likes to get on your nerves; get you riled up, rolling your eyes at him and flipping him off and calling him names, because it's funny to see you mad! 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @pluvoia

⋆.𐙚 ̊ luv at first bite ft.dick grayson - in which you’re dragged to the annual gotham masquerade ball by a friend, promised a night to die for. but the party, hosted in the grand wayne manor by two brothers, is far from ordinary. 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @amourphoria

⋆.𐙚 ̊ I wanna hear you scream - a quiet town is thrown into chaos when a masked killer emerges from the shadows, leaving fear and bodies in their wake. 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @m00nxst0ne

⋆.𐙚 ̊ spring breakers ft. roy harper - challengers but it’s jason todd and roy harper 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @juicykvnture

⋆.𐙚 ̊ teach me how to scream - visiting your boyfriend’s house while he’s out, you’re surprised when his older brother answers the door. when he invites you in to wait, what starts as awkward small talk turns into something else entirely: questions you’ve never been asked, feelings you’ve never explored, and a slow unraveling of your innocence by someone who knows exactly what he’s doing. 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @amourphoria

⋆.𐙚 ̊ the plus side of the male ego - big hands, bigger temptation (and an even bigger dick). jason doesn't want to hold back anymore. he wants to break you. can you survive? 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @prettyngeto

⋆.𐙚 ̊ born to ride or whatever - you’d ride just about anything when it comes to your boyfriend. 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @cybermindz

⋆.𐙚 ̊ reflection - mirror sex with jason todd! 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @stargrltara

⋆.𐙚 ̊ selfish - jason todd really wants to get you pregnant. again. or what happens when jason gets needy. jason todd x wife!reader 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @burniingblue

⋆.𐙚 ̊ russian roulette - !DARK CONTENT! Jason ends up tied to a chair after chasing Gotham's newest villain. 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @rskdoll

⋆.𐙚 ̊ the arkham knight - when jason comes back and the only thing on his mind is you. alludes to the game Arkham Knight. 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @cursedheartsclub

⋆.𐙚 ̊ you make me a little desperate - where jason gets a new roommate and he can’t tell if he wants to kick her out or kiss her 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 / @luvztodd

I’m such a slut for him ohhh my god. lmk if u want a part 2 I have way more fics I absolutely adore!! I’m thinking of doing one for dick & tim too 𑁤

[dollfacefantasy]

https://www.tumblr.com/witerh/798050075923349504/day-14-play-to-win-leon-s-kennedy is this not just a copy of your fortnite leon fic ?😭

um yeah what the fuck. thank you for showing me this. at first i thought maybe it was just a similar premise but they literally copied my exact dialogue

their’s is on the left mine is on the right. this is so shitty :(

[dollfacefantasy]

i don’t even know what to do and i really don’t want to make this into a whole thing especially cause the other account belongs to a minor. i would just really appreciate it if you guys would block this person. exact pieces of dialogue from my fic are taken (as shown above) and idk it just hurts really bad seeing that. ik it’s just fanfic lol but i do actually put a lot of time into coming up with this stuff and to see it ripped like that makes me really sad. literally even the title is taken from the first part of the story they stole from.

the one on the left is theirs, the middle is the one the title is taken from, and the end has the dialogue and premise that was stolen.

please don’t make this into any drama on my behalf, i just want people who like my writing to be aware of this and other writers in the resident evil fandom to be aware.

[ciricearts]

good mornin jason nation (THEY PUSHED ME TO DO IT)

[sacrificiallane]

𖥔 ✴️ . ノ Side Shots . . .

◜ pairing ⸝⸝ Jason Todd & female ! reader

◟ cw   !  ୧ smut ! super short . inspired by this . couldn't write this with anyone else in mind to be honest ...

Jason has you on your side , a strong arm wrapped underneath one of your legs as to hold you open for himself. His pace is relentless , plowing deep inside your guts ( or that's what it feels like ). You can't even see ― don't really have to , because you know his brows are furrowed , lips pressed into a thin line as he concentrates on blowing your back out ♡

It's not even his size that has you see stars ... it's the force he uses , precisely hitting your cervix. It has your nails bite into his biceps , and your eyes water.

"J ― shit ..." You can't even utter his name without crying. And he hears it ― you know he heard your breathless whisper , and the way it turned into an almost overwhelmed sob. But it only makes him harder ― his hot breath right at your neck when he bends your one leg just even more.

How he's still holding you so firmly , you have no idea ...

But it's good.

So good , even , that each drag of his cock has quite literally tears pouring over your heated cheeks. You're basically crying at this point , whimpering and whining ― a pathetic mess against this animals' chest. You don't even know what you're thinking at this point ... like , shouldn't he at least shush you ? You're used to a simple palm over your quivering mouth , or even just a 'You can take it'.

But Jason ... oh ... that man takes the opportunity to grab you by your chin , pull it to the side and drag his tongue from the bottom of your chin all the way up to your cheek and says , "sorry about that , Baby." His pace doesn't slow down , nor does he seem any close to finishing ...

Your breathing stutters ― he just licked away your tears like a carnal beast , turned on by the fact he had you stuttering for less , when he was giving you just so much more ♡

anyone turn this into a longer fic? i'll love you forever!

[quartzdream]

hhhhhhhhhh i’m struggling to think of things to write. I have an AK!Red Hood and Batgirl!reader thing in my drafts that’s angsty and smutty, but i am struggling!!!!!

help

[bloomcissa]

Meet…crash?

✶⋆.˚ In which you hit a vigilante with your car

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Word count | 671

Tags: Fluff, Meet cute, accidental injury

Having a car in Gotham was a blessing—no late-night walks, no muggers, and no leering men catcalling you. It was a wonder how much more bearable the crime-ridden city was when you had a car.

Yet, even from inside your glorious vehicle, disaster still managed to strike you in the form of a man.

Or was it the other way around?

Either way, your hands gripped the steering wheel, sweaty and shaky as you stared up ahead with wide eyes.

All you saw was a blur of red before your foot slammed on the brake a second too late. There was a big thump while the car shuddered with you.

With a muffled, hysterical cry, you wrenched open the door and stumbled out.

“Fucking hell,” you whispered, brows furrowed.

On the road was a groaning man in red. Your heart skipped a beat. At least the guy was still alive. Fear vibrated through you, your mind replaying the moment over and over.

You made your way closer to him, as if he were some rabid animal and not a helpless man you’d hit with your car.

The closer you got, the more you could make out the form of Red Hood.

You cursed and wondered if you should run. What if he tried to kill you for fracturing an important bone or—

Your thoughts were cut off by his strained voice.

“You gonna help or stare at me?”

You steadied yourself and forced your mouth to work.

“I—shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you running. Obviously I didn’t do this on purpose—fuck.” You said it as calmly as possible, which sounded more like you were being held at gunpoint.

He didn’t move a muscle, just stared at you like you were the insane one. His helmet had been removed, his jaw was clenched, and his raven hair was a mess. Oh. He was one of those people who looked hot while frustrated.

You swallowed and crouched down, awkwardly trying to help him up. You weren’t much help with lifting a six-foot-something man.

“I’m so sorry,” you said again while the vigilante leaned on your smaller form.

“It’s fine,” he grunted.

“It’s not. I mean, you could have died.”

He snorted as you helped him onto the sidewalk where he stiffly sat, not showing any signs of major injuries. You could barely read the man, and the mask covering his eyes didn’t help.

“Eh, been there, done that,” he replied, watching you intently like he was enraptured by the person who got him temporarily incapacitated.

You gave him a weird look, your face screwing up. You opened your mouth to ask what that meant but decided against it. Was it rude to ask people about their death? You assumed it was.

“Okay…” You trailed off. He wasn’t saying much and you didn’t know what to do. So, you rummaged through the pocket of your jeans and pulled out a lollipop. You winced—it was all you had.

You held it out to Red Hood with a hopeful look in your eye.

“A peace offering,” you added when he didn’t move, white lenses fixed on your face rather than your offering.

He sighed, a white strand of his hair falling across his forehead, and you wanted to brush it away.

You willed yourself to stay still—you would not embarrass yourself. But the way he was looking at you made you feel like it was too late for that.

“I already said it was okay, sweetheart.” His voice was low and rough.

Your mind decided to focus on the last word, zoning in on the way he said it. You numbly pushed the candy closer to his face.

A reluctant half-smile formed on his face, gloved fingers brushing yours as he took the candy from you, lingering a second too long to chase the warmth.

You cleared your throat.

“Next time, you should look both ways before crossing,” you told him.

His half-smile deepened.

“And deny myself the pleasure of meeting you again?” 

Masterlist

[burniingblue]

concentration / jason todd x f!reader 18+

reader gives Jason head for the first time

warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), inexperienced!reader, implied praise kink a/n: some head… some dome! if this not accurate sorry this is anecdotal

You eye Jason from your spot at the end of your couch. His hands gently knead at your ankles and lower calves, eyes fixed on the tv that plays some TV show. His head tilts to slightly to the left, eyes wide in concentration. A soft sigh leaves you lips and you shift to roll more onto your hip. “Hmm?” Jason hums, hand tightening around your ankle bone and his eyes sliding over to you.

“Nothing,” you say, propping your elbow up against the arm of the couch.

Jason scoffs lightly. “You’re gonna make me beg to get an answer?” He teases, tugging your ankle and dragging you down the couch. You yelp and Jason smirks and lets go of your legs to make grabby hands at you. “C’mere.”

He helps pull you up into a sitting position snd then into his side, green eyes peering down at you with a playful glower. “What’s wrong, baby?” He asks, arm slinging around your shoulders.

It’s so easy for you to melt into Jason like this, when you’re tucked into his side and he’s giving you his undivided attention, so you let your body go limp against him, sinking down until youre practically nestled in his armpit. One of your arms falls loosely over his abdomen, one hand resting on his stomach. “Nothing,” you murmur honestly. Jason looks down and mumbles an ‘ok’, his hand squeezing your shoulder.

“Kiss?”

You smile and sit up straighter and move onto your knees, arms loosely wrapping around Jason’s neck. His lips meet yours and his hands find purchase on your sides.

Soon enough you crawl onto his lap, settling your weight on him and arching your chest into his. Jason’s hand slide up and down your sides, hesitating when he reaches the hem of your shirt. The two do you haven’t yet had sex; the relationship is still new and you’re not ready to fully jump into that. That doesn’t mean you’re not attracted to him—it’s quite the opposite, actually.

“Jay,” you say quietly when you pull back from his lips.

“Yeah, baby?”

You blush at the petname and smooth your hands over his chest, eyes focused on his Adam’s apple. You let out a small breath as you softly rub his pecs, chewing on the corner of your bottom lip. Jason observes your silently, a small smile on his face at the way you avoid his gaze. “Gettin’ shy?” He asks, a big hand soothingly running up your back.

A deeper blush spreads across your cheeks. “Yeah…” you mumble, bunching the material up in your hands and releasing it. The words you want to say sit on the tip of your tongue, but you’re nervous to say them out loud.

“Tell me,” he encourages you gently, big hand still rubbing your back. You can faintly feel him under your lap and decide you’d rather just get this over with, and slip off his lap.

You push the coffee table out of the way before sinking to your knees in between his legs and settling your hands on his knees. Jason looks down at you with furrowed brows, confusion and apprehension in his features, but leans back against the couch cushions anyway. “I wanna try this,” you say, gesturing at his lap.

Jason licks his lips and stares down at you. You look up at him expectantly, a small, shy smile that lets some of your excitement slip through. “Baby, are you sure? You really don’t have to,” he says, leaning forward and placing his hand on your cheek.

“I’m sure. I’ll just need you help,” you say, smiling up at him in a way that makes his cock twitch. Jason runs a hand through his hair and lets out a breath when he leans back against the couch cushions once more.

“If you don’t want to do it anymore, just stop—it’ll be okay, you won’t hurt my feelings, alright? You don’t have to do it.”

You appreciate his empathy and understanding, but you’ve had your mind made up for a few days now. “I want to, Jason,” and you look him in the eyes when you say it so he knows you’re serious.

From his position above you, looking down at you while you look up at him with wide, eager eyes makes heat pool in his belly. “C’mere,” he grumbles, leaning down until his chest is flat against his legs to give you a kiss that sets your heart on fire. “You stop whenever you need to, alright?” He ask, a hand holding the back of your head.

You nod and he presses another quick kiss against your lips before settling back against the cushions. Jason lifts his hips and nods down at his lap, a small smirk on his face when you quickly reach for his waistband. You hook your fingers in and pull his sweats down until they pool at his ankles.

The bulge in his underwear isn’t hard to miss. You eye it, your confidence wavering just by the size of him through the material. Jason watches you, tongue licking the corner of his lip as your hands start but falter and hover in the air. He leans forward and gently but firmly grabs your right wrist and places your palm on his hard on. “Feel it,” he rasps, body tensing.

Your face flushes as you palm him, eyes focused on your hand that seems smaller than it ever has. His cock twitches at your delicate touch, making your cheeks redden. But something in your head suggests that’s a good thing, so you softly drag your hand over his bulge again and revel in the way your touch affects him.

Jason let’s put a small sigh, breath hitching each time the fabric of his underwear drags across his sensitive tip. He figures he could end up cumming because of this: you on your knees, determined to pleasure him in this simple way. You look so willing and innocent before him.

“Can I?” You ask softly, pulling gently at the elastic band of his boxers. Jason nods quickly, rasping out an “of course” and lifting his hips as you begin to pull down his underwear.

His cock stands straight up; heavy, the tip bright red, and waiting. Your core pulses at the sight before you and your brain fogs over, hands reaching forward to wrap around his length. You flick you eyes up to Jason, not sure what to do now. “Move your hand up and down—don’t have to use both,” he instructs, chuckling breathily at the end. You follow his instructions and stroke one of your hands up and down his shaft at a slower pace.

“Like this?”

“Mhm. Could go a little faster—yeah, like that,” Jason sighs, neck resting against the top of the couch and his eyes fluttering closed.

Your watch your hand, stare up at his extremely hard cock that you are sure you want in your mouth, even if it doesn’t look like it’ll fit.

Tugging his cock forward, you lean forward and press a tentative kiss to the underside of his shaft, an inch or two below the tip. Jason’s eyes fly open at the contact and his breathing quickens as he watches you press tiny kisses along his member.

You flick your eyes up to Jason’s and blush when you see that he’s already looking at you. Intuition takes over and you flatten your tongue against his shaft and lick a straight line up to the tip. He twitches and you do it once more, eyes looking up at him. "Shit," Jason mumbles, clenching his fists against his sides. “Feels good.” He reassures when he feels you hesitate.

This is the easy part, you think to yourself. The thought of taking him is intimidating, and you wonder if he’d let you get away with only this. It’s not that you don’t want to give him head—you do—but you need some courage.

“I don’t think it’ll fit…”

Jason chuckles and runs a hand through his hair. He sits up a little and leans forward to brush his hand lovingly over your head. “We can try, yeah?” You nod, looking up at him with wide eyes and parted lips. He smiles at you and brushes his thumb over your brow bone. “Open.”

“A little more, baby,” he smirks as you wedge your mouth open wider. Jason sits up and grabs his cock and beckons you closer to him before settling the tip against your tongue. Your lips wrap around the bulbous head instinctively like you’re sucking on a lollipop and you place your hands on his knees. Jason lets out a harsh breath and places his palm on the crown of your head. “Good, good. Move up and down.”

You push down his shaft and he hisses, making you quickly pull off of him. “What?”

“Try not to use your teeth,” he says through a grimace. You flush and start to apologize but he cuts you off. “S’okay—that’s why I told you to open wide. Try again, keep your mouth open and duck your cheeks in. You’re doing good, baby.”

So you try again, taking his instructions seriously. You put him back in your mouth and keep your mouth open wider, your cheeks hollowed. Jason sighs, thighs tensing as you slowly bob your head up and down on his cock, careful to not scrape him against your teeth.

You hardly take him halfway, the bottom half of his cock left unattended. You wrap a hand around the base and start stroking what doesn’t fit, causing Jason to grunt. You flick your eyes up to his face expecting him to wear a frown, but instead his eyes are closed and his bottom lip is in between his teeth.

You start to move a little faster and try taking more of him. It’s uncomfortable, but with the way he breathes and curses under his breath you keep going, endure it because you want to pleasure him. His cock taps the back of your throat and you lurch forward, gagging at the feeling. “Fuck,” Jason groans, hand pushing at your head. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

His praise makes you bloom with pride, so you take him until he taps the back of your throat, and then pull back. You breathe harshly through your nose as your eyes prick with tears each time you gag, some leaking out and mixing with your spit that coats the corners of you mouth.

“Shit, baby. Keep doing that,” Jason pants, hand tightening around your hair. Your hand pumps his cock while you keep sucking him off, pulling your cheeks in until you start to ache. Jason moans out your name and pulls your hair. “F-fuck, I’m close.” He pants.

It happens before you can register it; warm, salty liquid paints the inside of your mouth. Jason grunts above you as he cums, eyes barely open and his jaw hanging down. You keep your mouth on him, unsure of what to do until he’s panting and saying “okay”, signaling to you that he’s done.

A string of white spit attaches you to him when you take him out of your mouth. His cum sits on your tongue, and you don’t know what to do so you swallow it, wrinkling your nose at the taste. Jason watches you with a heaving chest and motions for you to come to him.

He immediately pulls you down onto his lap and into a kiss with tongue, not caring that he just came in your mouth. He groans against you, one of his hands squeezing your ass and the other burying in your hair.

You kiss until you’re breathless, pulling away to gasp for air. “Did I do okay?” You ask a few seconds later, hand against his chest.

Jason smirks. “Are you sure you’ve never done that before?” He asks teasingly. You roll your eyes and wipe at the corners of your mouth, feeling a little embarrassed. Sensing the change in your attitude, Jason grabs one of your hands and kisses your knuckles and hold that hand against his chest. “You did really good, Princess. Swear.”

You smile shyly and thank him, fingers toying with the neckline of his shirt. You can feel him under you again and run your other hand through his hair.

“Can I try again?”

[traf-graf]

3am dinner

[speedpaint]

[quartzdream]

what can i say, jason’s just being a good neighbor

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jason is the perfect neighbor. he barely makes any noise, which is a godsend with these shitty, paper-thin walls. sometimes you wonder if he’s even home at all, after you’ve just seen him enter his apartment; it’s odd someone his size has the tread of a mouse. whenever you ask him to take care of your plants when you’re away for a bit longer, upon your return, you always find them in a better state than you left them. a plant you were certain was near death was actually flowering again. how the fuck? he helps to carry your trash downstairs when he sees you struggling and he keeps your packages safely at his place until you can pick them up (it’s baffling how often your mail gets stolen in this godawful building!!!). the perfect neighbor.

in turn, to thank him, you box up lunches and dinners for him whenever you ‘accidentally’ cook too much. you’ve brought over cookies and cakes on multiple occasions. so much so, that last time he joked about how you’re going to ruin his rugged good looks with your delicious baking. you remember smiling awkwardly and thinking how that’s impossible, nothing could make him look bad. you kept your thoughts to yourself. when you leave early for work, you make sure his motorcycle seat is dry after a rainy gotham night. you’d hate for his nice-fitting jeans to get all wet. you’d also let him rail you into next week if he asked, but that’s neither here nor there.

you do way more for him than you’d do for any other neighbor. safe to say, someone has a little crush on jason todd. how cute!

recently he had offered to help you build your new wardrobe. it had been delivered while you weren’t home and the massive boxes left outside your apartment door definitely grabbed his attention. being the good neighbor that he is, he moved the boxes to a safe place and left a little post-it note on your door:

let me know if you need help building. -j

and you’re not an idiot of course, you weren’t going to let an opportunity like that pass by. you were more than capable of building the thing yourself, but the chance to spend time with jason? amazing! the chance to see him holding up heavy pieces with glistening muscles? hell yes! in anticipation, you’d prepared snacks and laid all the tools out.

fast forward a few hours, with the treats and wardrobe both half finished and now forgotten, you’re wondering how you ended up here… you’re underneath jason, he’s slotted perfectly between your legs, his mouth all over yours, making out sloppy style. it feels like your breath is stuck in your lungs, with how hot and bothered you feel. you can barely form a coherent thought, barely know what to do with yourself.

neither of you move any further than you are now: your hands behind his neck, playing with the tufts of hair at his nape, his hand resting innocently over your shirt, squeezing your hip. neither of you make much noise, aside from the lewd sounds of lips moving against each other. he moves his hand up a few inches, pulling your shirt along. his thumb brushes over soft, bare skin and his brain short circuits. any self control he had left is temporarily thrown out of the window (he really couldn’t help himself, not when you’re looking, feeling and tasting so damn good), but that short moment is enough for him to seek closer contact. jason makes the slightest involuntary movement, bucking his hips forward. this sets off a chain reaction. his hips pushing into yours makes you feel the hard outline of him through his sweatpants. that feeling makes you moan ever so softly into his mouth. his strength falters; the arm that was holding him up buckling under his own weight. now he’s lying on top of you and you feel like you’re about to go insane, his body heat turning you on even more. lust-blown eyes locked and cheeks flushed, you stare at each other for what feels like eons. in reality, it’s only a few seconds before you think, fuck it, and you kiss him again, grinding down on all the right spots. if he was hard before, he’s rock fucking solid right now. it’s his turn to moan into your mouth now. so that’s what heaven sounds like. dear god, he is driving you wild. your hands move under his shirt and over his muscles. mimicking your actions, the hand that was being so innocent earlier now pushes up your shirt even further and grabs at your chest, massaging your nipple with his thumb.

at this point, it doesn’t even really matter how you ended up in this position, right? you’re thanking every god there is that you are. soft moans and tiny gasps fill the room, the both of you keep rubbing and grinding on each other. not a lot of words are exchanged, save for the occasional ‘feels good’, ‘right there’ and ‘don’t stop’. the way jason is bucking his hips into yours, angling himself right over a very sensitive and very delicious spot, has you seeing stars. you’re struggling to breathe; you want more, more, more of him. with your ears ringing, legs shaking and your voice giving out on you, you finally cum. it doesn’t take long for him to follow your lead.

your underwear is sticking to you; the wetness starts to feel cold, but you pay it no mind. your mind still hazy and your face getting redder by the second, you turn to jason and confess. “i have a massive crush on you.” you giggle, but the embarrassment on your face speaks volumes. he simply laughs. “yeah, i’ve known. did you know i have a massive crush on you too?” oh, your poor heart is about to beat out of your chest. grinning like a fool in love, you cover your face with your arm and turn away from him. jason just laughs again and starts leaving a trail of gentle kisses up your neck. “so,” he begins, rolling onto the carpet next to you. “should’ve said this much sooner, but i’d really love to take you out sometime.” now we’re talking. “i’m free right now!” you pipe up, sitting up straight to look at him. jason sits up with you and smiles, “love the enthusiasm, but how about we get changed and finish your wardrobe first?”

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a/n: not too sure about this work, but it’s been sitting in my drafts for days and i want it out!!! comments are appreciated! 💕

[quartzdream]

what can i say, jason’s just being a good neighbor

18+ mdni

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jason is the perfect neighbor. he barely makes any noise, which is a godsend with these shitty, paper-thin walls. sometimes you wonder if he’s even home at all, after you’ve just seen him enter his apartment; it’s odd someone his size has the tread of a mouse. whenever you ask him to take care of your plants when you’re away for a bit longer, upon your return, you always find them in a better state than you left them. a plant you were certain was near death was actually flowering again. how the fuck? he helps to carry your trash downstairs when he sees you struggling and he keeps your packages safely at his place until you can pick them up (it’s baffling how often your mail gets stolen in this godawful building!!!). the perfect neighbor.

in turn, to thank him, you box up lunches and dinners for him whenever you ‘accidentally’ cook too much. you’ve brought over cookies and cakes on multiple occasions. so much so, that last time he joked about how you’re going to ruin his rugged good looks with your delicious baking. you remember smiling awkwardly and thinking how that’s impossible, nothing could make him look bad. you kept your thoughts to yourself. when you leave early for work, you make sure his motorcycle seat is dry after a rainy gotham night. you’d hate for his nice-fitting jeans to get all wet. you’d also let him rail you into next week if he asked, but that’s neither here nor there.

you do way more for him than you’d do for any other neighbor. safe to say, someone has a little crush on jason todd. how cute!

recently he had offered to help you build your new wardrobe. it had been delivered while you weren’t home and the massive boxes left outside your apartment door definitely grabbed his attention. being the good neighbor that he is, he moved the boxes to a safe place and left a little post-it note on your door:

let me know if you need help building. -j

and you’re not an idiot of course, you weren’t going to let an opportunity like that pass by. you were more than capable of building the thing yourself, but the chance to spend time with jason? amazing! the chance to see him holding up heavy pieces with glistening muscles? hell yes! in anticipation, you’d prepared snacks and laid all the tools out.

fast forward a few hours, with the treats and wardrobe both half finished and now forgotten, you’re wondering how you ended up here… you’re underneath jason, he’s slotted perfectly between your legs, his mouth all over yours, making out sloppy style. it feels like your breath is stuck in your lungs, with how hot and bothered you feel. you can barely form a coherent thought, barely know what to do with yourself.

neither of you move any further than you are now: your hands behind his neck, playing with the tufts of hair at his nape, his hand resting innocently over your shirt, squeezing your hip. neither of you make much noise, aside from the lewd sounds of lips moving against each other. he moves his hand up a few inches, pulling your shirt along. his thumb brushes over soft, bare skin and his brain short circuits. any self control he had left is temporarily thrown out of the window (he really couldn’t help himself, not when you’re looking, feeling and tasting so damn good), but that short moment is enough for him to seek closer contact. jason makes the slightest involuntary movement, bucking his hips forward. this sets off a chain reaction. his hips pushing into yours makes you feel the hard outline of him through his sweatpants. that feeling makes you moan ever so softly into his mouth. his strength falters; the arm that was holding him up buckling under his own weight. now he’s lying on top of you and you feel like you’re about to go insane, his body heat turning you on even more. lust-blown eyes locked and cheeks flushed, you stare at each other for what feels like eons. in reality, it’s only a few seconds before you think, fuck it, and you kiss him again, grinding down on all the right spots. if he was hard before, he’s rock fucking solid right now. it’s his turn to moan into your mouth now. so that’s what heaven sounds like. dear god, he is driving you wild. your hands move under his shirt and over his muscles. mimicking your actions, the hand that was being so innocent earlier now pushes up your shirt even further and grabs at your chest, massaging your nipple with his thumb.

at this point, it doesn’t even really matter how you ended up in this position, right? you’re thanking every god there is that you are. soft moans and tiny gasps fill the room, the both of you keep rubbing and grinding on each other. not a lot of words are exchanged, save for the occasional ‘feels good’, ‘right there’ and ‘don’t stop’. the way jason is bucking his hips into yours, angling himself right over a very sensitive and very delicious spot, has you seeing stars. you’re struggling to breathe; you want more, more, more of him. with your ears ringing, legs shaking and your voice giving out on you, you finally cum. it doesn’t take long for him to follow your lead.

your underwear is sticking to you; the wetness starts to feel cold, but you pay it no mind. your mind still hazy and your face getting redder by the second, you turn to jason and confess. “i have a massive crush on you.” you giggle, but the embarrassment on your face speaks volumes. he simply laughs. “yeah, i’ve known. did you know i have a massive crush on you too?” oh, your poor heart is about to beat out of your chest. grinning like a fool in love, you cover your face with your arm and turn away from him. jason just laughs again and starts leaving a trail of gentle kisses up your neck. “so,” he begins, rolling onto the carpet next to you. “should’ve said this much sooner, but i’d really love to take you out sometime.” now we’re talking. “i’m free right now!” you pipe up, sitting up straight to look at him. jason sits up with you and smiles, “love the enthusiasm, but how about we get changed and finish your wardrobe first?”

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a/n: not too sure about this work, but it’s been sitting in my drafts for days and i want it out!!! comments are appreciated! 💕

[monochrome-genesis]

Summer in Gotham (and happy birthday Jason Todd!!!)

[quartzdream]

jason cares way more about your sleep than his

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“jay… can you read me a story?” 

jason is one of those lucky ones. as soon as his head hits the pillow, he’s out like a goddamn light. and right now, you are insanely jealous of him. you hadn’t been able to fall asleep properly for the past few nights. combine a ton of stress, a poor sleep schedule and general anxiety, and you have a recipe for a bad case of insomnia.

normally you’d be long asleep by the time jason came back from patrol; you’d be so far gone, you’d barely notice him climbing into bed and cuddling close to you. no such luck tonight. as you listen to him take off his gear, you turn to him and whine. “i can’t fall asleep.” you had tried everything. you’d soothed yourself with lavender scented lotions, drank whatever concoctions you could come up with, your phone has been playing soft music with rain sounds for the past three hours. absolutely nothing helped. you were getting frustrated, which only helped to keep you up. 

“huh?” his voice already laced with drowsy sleep, “oh yeah, sure.” he got up out of bed and wobbled over to the living room. your shared bookcase had plenty of stories; not a lot of them were suited for bedtime though. he doubted edgar allan poe’s collection of vampiric tales would help. maybe you’d fall asleep to it, but it also might give you nightmares… his eyes fell on a choice perfectly suited for this situation. a few seconds later he came back with a book in his hand. you had fully prepped yourself for this, you’re as cozy as you could be, snuggled up in your blankets, plushie squeezed close to you. “are you ready for your story?” he gave you a quick peck on the forehead and started.

the cats nestle close to their kittens,

the lambs have lain down with the sheep.

you’re cozy and warm in your bed, my dear. 

please go the fuck to sleep.

you giggle at his choice of book, noticing just the tiniest bit of desperation at the last line. you feel bad for keeping him up, he probably must be so tired after patrol. but you were so close to losing your mind; a few minutes of no sleep more and you would have gone to cry in the bathroom. insomnia really is a bitch. it’s okay though, jason really would do anything for you, including reading you silly bedtime stories so his love can fall asleep. he holds back a smile, quickly shushes you and continues. 

the wind whispers soft through the grass, hon.

the field mice, they make not a peep.

it’s been thirty-eight minutes already. 

jesus christ, what the fuck? go to sleep. 

your eyelids are getting heavier; the heat from his body calming you more than any chamomile tea ever could. you try not to yawn too much, jason’s deep raspy voice lulling you to dreamland. he notices your body relaxing next to him, one of his hands stroking your back, and goes on. 

we’re finally watching our movie.

popcorn’s in the microwave. beep.

oh shit. goddamn it. you’ve gotta be kidding.

come on, go the fuck back to sleep. 

the second he finishes the book, he hears the soft snoring noises coming from his right. jason smiles down at your sleeping form and sets the book down next to him; his movements are so slow and deliberate. he’d never forgive himself if he woke you up now. a last kiss on your head for tonight and, yet again, he’s off to sleep, immediately. lucky bastard. 

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