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Thinking about Jason Todd x Grumpy!Reader…

Jason Todd doesn’t realize that he’s basically the only person you give any semblance of warmth to. It’s not until he shows up at your place of work, a small but busy restaurant, to surprise you that he sees your demeanour around others.

Jason Todd who watches you brush off any attempt at conversation from your coworkers with silence or a quiet (and unimpressed) chuckle.

Jason Todd who starts watching you from the rooftops day after day, perplexed by how disengaged you are when he isn’t around you.

Jason Todd who is bewildered by the way your face lights up as soon as he comes into your field of vision, scowl melting into a smile so warm it could melt icecaps. He tries to hide his disbelief when he shows up to walk you home and you say “Jason! Hi, baby.” in your brightest tone of voice.

Jason Todd who keeps testing your attitude, first by pushing your buttons. He goes out of his way to annoy you in small ways, pretending to forget stories he’s already told you just so that he can tell you again. He braces himself for you to give him the snark you give to others, but doesn’t understand why he’s met with nothing but soft patience. Next, he brings you around others, brings you to the manor and pretends to leave the room, tells Dick to try to strike up a conversation with you while he hides within earshot. You barely speak two words to Dick, who might as well be an award winning chatterbox.

Jason Todd who can’t help but grin to himself when you brush off his brother’s charms.

Jason Todd who finally has to ask you what’s up with your behaviour, he just doesn’t understand it. “Can I ask you something, ma?” He tries to keep his tone casual as you two walk around the courtyard of the manor.

“Yes, love?” You respond sweetly.

“How come you’re so nice to me and so…different with everyone else?” He doesn’t want to offend you, he chooses his verbiage very carefully.

“Because you’re the only person who makes me feel like myself. You’re the only person who’s real with me.”

Jason Todd who suddenly feels special, chosen. Like when a cat chooses to lie on your lap and sleep there, so you do your best to stay still, not wanting to disturb it.

Jason Todd who pulls you in closer and says “That’s my girl.” Before pulling you into a kiss.

A/N: he is soooo flattered that you’re only this nice to him, makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He starts moving like he’s the chosen one

fauxrill

Secret FWB!Marshall Mathers x Younger!Reader!

Secret FWB!Marshall Mathers who waits to invite you over until there’s buzz about another celebrity in his home town of Detroit. He can’t risk any lingering paparazzi’s snapping your picture as you sneak into his mansion. It just wouldn’t be a good look, you know? You’re only 26 years old, he’s more than twice your age.

Secret FWB!Marshall who can barely contain himself when you step into the house, immediately moving to cage you in and pin you to the nearest wall, planting sloppy kisses on your jaw, your neck, your ear, your mouth.

Secret FWB!Marshall who dips his fingers underneath the waistband of your jeans and circles your clit with surprising tenderness. You let out a moan that can only be described as pornographic, letting your head hit the wall behind you with a soft thunk!

“Yeah, babygirl?” He asks, blue eyes boring into yours. “You like that?”

You nod enthusiastically, biting your lip to hold back a whimper, almost embarrassed at how quickly he’s brought you to the edge already.

“Tch.” He brings his lips to your earlobe, letting his hot breath hit your neck and sending a chill through your entire body. “Use your words, bunny.”

Secret FWB!Marshall who is so eager to make you melt against him that he doesn’t wait for a response, he knows you’re too close to give him one anyway. He speeds up his pace with his fingers until he feels you trembling, struggling to hold yourself up.

Secret FWB!Marshall who knows you’re about to come, just from the whiny tone in your voice when you grasp at his shoulders and pant, “mmmph…! please don’t— fuck— please don’t stop…”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, babygirl.”

Secret FWB!Marshall who watches you come completely undone with a sharp yelp and guides you through the aftershocks before hooking his arm under your glutes and hauling you over his shoulder, carrying you off to his bed where he can make a proper mess out of you.

A/N: I love this man, he takes up soooo much of my brain in a day and I will always have Thoughts ™️ about his tendencies as a lover lol

fauxrill

All I’m saying is that Jason Todd probably loves Eminem’s music

tauruszn

He does.

fauxrill

Ex Boyfriend!Dick who is totally devastated normal great after your breakup.

Ex Boyfriend!Dick who definitely hasn’t been stalking your Instagram hoping that you’d post something or like something or give him any sign that you’re okay.

Ex Boyfriend!Dick who is getting nothing from your online presence, and resorts to following you. He leaps silently across rooftops as you walk to work, school, the coffee shop. Anywhere, really.

Ex Boyfriend!Dick who can’t help noticing that you still wear the heart-shaped locket he bought you for Valentine’s Day last year. The one he meant to put a picture inside of but never found the time to.

Ex Boyfriend!Dick who slips into your apartment while you’re showering (don’t ask him how he knows exactly when you’re in there) and places a tiny photograph of the two of you into the locket.

Ex Boyfriend!Dick who totally didn’t steal one of your t-shirts from the laundry hamper on his way out. And who definitely doesn’t ball it up and hold it to his nose, breathing in the scent of your perfume like it’s a drug.

Ex Boyfriend!Dick who perches on a rooftop where he can see into your bedroom window the next morning and waits to see how you’ll react to the necklace.

Ex Boyfriend!Dick who watches as you discover the new photograph, pressing it to your lips and searching the room as though you’ll find him hiding in there waiting for you.

Ex Boyfriend!Dick who dials your number and watches you pick up the phone before saying, “Look out your window.”

Ex Boyfriend!Dick who notices the way your face softens as soon as you set your gaze on him.

Ex?Boyfriend!Dick who decides in that moment that he can’t let you slip away again, and who swings over towards your window to go get his love back.

A/N: I love slightly neurotic Dick lol i just feel like he’s so deeply in denial about missing you but also is completely incapable from mentally detaching.

Like he would definitely need to see that you’re missing him before he would reach out. He would definitely need insurance that he won’t get rejected.

fauxrill

Customer!Jason Todd x Stripper!Reader

Jason Todd who values intellect, actions, and principles but still finds himself sitting at the bar of the local strip club.

Jason Todd who locks eyes with you as soon as you step out of the dressing room, and knows he’s in trouble.

Jason Todd who keeps his gaze steadily fixed on your eyes as you introduce yourself, despite the way your white lacy push up bra is begging for his attention.

Jason Todd who doesn’t buy a lap dance from you, and pretends not to look when you step on stage but can’t help noticing the way you move like an angel up there.

Jason Todd who tells himself that these kinds of places aren’t his thing, that any connection he finds here is a fantasy and nothing more. And who still comes back every Tuesday, hoping to see you again.

Jason Todd who asks you for your name. You give him your stage name.

“No, your real one.” He prods.

“I only give that out to my most trusted clients. And, you’re not a client if you don’t get a dance with me.”

Jason Todd who finally caves, and hands you a crisp $50 bill. He follows you into the glowing room behind the curtain off to the side of the club and makes himself comfortable on the couch.

Jason Todd who is shocked and surprised when you make yourself comfortable on his lap. He’s seen movies before, had a rough idea on how these types of things were supposed to go. But he wasn’t expecting it to be so… intimate.

Jason Todd who can smell your perfume and feel the heat radiating off you and onto his legs, and needs to adjust himself before you notice how embarrassingly hard he’s gotten.

Jason Todd who is definitely a thighs man, and is therefore in both heaven and hell having you gyrating on top of him. It takes every ounce of willpower he has not to touch you.

Jason Todd who can barely stand up when your dance is over, but despite the way his head is swimming, is still determined to learn your name. He asks you if he’s earned that info yet, and you whisper your name into his ear. It’s beautiful, like you. And it suits you much better than your fake name. You tell him not to call you by your real name here though. And he says “Okay, ma, whatever you say.”

Jason Todd who leaves the building and heads for his bike. When he reaches into his pocket to get his keys, he realizes you slipped him a small piece of paper with your phone number on it and a smiley face.

Jason Todd who grins underneath his helmet the entire ride home.