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prof-ramses · 3 months ago
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Poll Time!!
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coaaster · 10 months ago
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Cold Sheets;
Pairing: Jason Todd x f!Reader
Rating: E (18+ - minors DNI!)
Word Count: ~1560
Summary: Jason wakes up to an empty bed.
Warnings: Smut (hinted at and described in one scene), possibly OOC Jason, reader described working as a nurse, self-indulgent ngl, slight angst with a happy ending :)
A/N: I’m in love with Jason Todd, it’s actually a problem.
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Last night was probably one of the best (and hardest) moments of Jason Todd’s life.
You and Jason have been in a long standing, strictly friends-with-benefits relationship. Recently, though, there’s been more emphasis on the friends part, with the two of you occasionally going over to each other’s houses just to hang out and spend the night. After patrol last night, and upon returning to his depressingly empty apartment, Jason called you. And this time, not for a booty call. He knew you would’ve just finished a late night shift as a nurse, so you were no doubt looking to return home and sleep. But after a particularly gruelling patrol, Jason needed to know that you were alive and breathing.
The feeling in his chest when he thought about you while on patrol couldn’t be ignored anymore. Though Jason was the one to set such strict boundaries on your relationship, he couldn’t help but feel you needed to know his feelings had changed. He wanted more with you. But he wouldn’t tell you that tonight. For now, he just needed you in his arms. That thought alone was the only one keeping his guilt at bay for keeping you awake just a little longer. You answered the phone, clearly exhausted, but warm to the idea of going to Jason’s to sleep.
And, for all intents and purposes, Jason would have let you do just that. His cock was half hard already from the adrenaline rush of patrolling, but it shouldn’t have mattered. He could see how exhausted you were as you walked through the door. But as soon as he had you in his arms, his mouth on yours, he couldn’t stop himself. His tongue was in your mouth, and despite the obvious exhaustion on your face, you responded just as enthusiastically, understandably tense from another long shift.
“Need you, baby.” Jason whispers into your mouth, before fucking you every which way he could on any surface, until finally ending up in his bed.
Jason noticed the sex between you two getting noticeably softer over the months, inevitably leading up to this particular night. With your soft voice calling out his name, both your hands intertwined and your pussy seemingly extra snug this night, a confession had basically been pulled out of him. How much he needed and wanted you, how he couldn’t sleep tonight without knowing you were okay. How he wanted more. So much for waiting to tell you. Sweat dripped from Jason’s brow as he fucked into you so deep that you (hopefully) couldn’t think too hard on his words. The occasional comment on how tight and wet and perfect your pussy was for him was sprinkled in here and there, of course. But you, smart as you were, knew that this wasn’t just a sex thing, and you looked deep into his eyes and whimpered that you felt the same. That you needed him, worried about him when he was out on patrol. Your own winded confession had Jason coming on the spot. It was almost embarrassing if you didn’t look so cock-drunk because of it. You both lasted another round, Jason whispering more sweet nothings into your ear and you whimpering out in overstimulation. You both fell asleep wrapped up in each other's arms.
Upon waking up, Jason’s chest warms at how last night turned out. You very easily could have rejected him, could have said that you didn’t want his feelings on top of the amazing sex. But you didn’t. Yet when he turns to look at the other side of the bed, his chest goes cold. It’s empty. The sheets are rumpled, and when he runs a hand over them, they’re cold to the touch. He checks his phone quickly to see if you’ve left a message, or the nightstand for a notepad with your writing on it. Surely you would have left a message if you had gone out. But both are empty.
Jason sighs in resignation and wonders. Maybe he did come on too strong. You probably just wanted to have some nice, stress-relieving sex after a long shift, free of feelings, and then sleep. Or maybe it was just a heat of the moment thing for you, Jason thinks. That thought hurts Jason more than he cares to admit.
Jason grumbles as he gets up, pulling on some briefs lying on his chair of yet-to-be-folded laundry. He lives alone, so the action is unnecessary, but he doesn’t feel particularly up to seeing his naked self in the mirror. Not so soon after last night, anyway.
When Jason goes to walk through his bedroom door, he hears a clattering sound coming from the kitchen. Immediately, Jason thinks there must be an intruder. What else could it possibly be?
Momentarily forgetting that his apartment has one of the best security systems in the city, Jason turns the corner, armed with a candle holder. It’s not a gun, but in the hands of a trained killer, it would do. Chose the wrong house on the wrong fucking day, buddy, Jason thinks.
But upon entering the kitchen, Jason sees… you? You’re humming under your breath, standing over a fresh pot of coffee, dressed in… is that his shirt?! Jason can’t help the little skip in his chest at the sight of you. Well, this is infinitely better than an intruder. He was so sure you’d left, too overwhelmed with the knowledge of his feelings for you. But you’re here. He never should have doubted you.
Jason chuckles, dumping his makeshift weapon on to a side table. You jump at the sound, turning to see a very much awake Jason Todd.
“Oh! Morning, I made us some coff-“ Jason’s arms wrap around your waist, head buried into the crook of your neck. “-ee?” You wrap your arms around Jason’s shoulders, running a hand through his undercut.
“Everything okay?” you whisper lightly, listening to the sounds of Jason’s breathing. He turns his head, burying his nose into your hair instead.
Jason hums an affirmative and pulls back to look you in the eye. “Thought you left without saying goodbye this morning,” he says, half joking as if to not worry you. He lifts a hand from your waist, his fingers running over your cheek and down your jaw in the hopes of distracting you from his concern. It doesn’t work, because you know him so well. You hold his hand against your cheek, turning your head to press a kiss to his palm.
“Nah, I just needed my morning coffee.” You kiss his hand again, “Probably would’ve woken you up if I was going somewhere, anyway.” Jason hums, satisfied with your answer. You clear your throat.
“So, about last night…” Jason’s face drops. He knew this conversation was coming, but he would’ve appreciated a bit of a roll around in the sheets before it happened.
Jason returns his hands to your waist and looks you in the eye. “If it’s too much for you, we can just ignore it.” Though it hurts Jason to say, he knows it’s true. He could pretend to never have said what he did, and even abandon the whole ‘with-benefits’ part of your friendship. As long as he got to be near you, that was enough.
You raise your eyebrows in response. “Oh.” You look disappointed for a moment. “Well. I was going to say that if you really meant what you said last night, then you should probably take me out on a date, but…”
Jason’s face blanks. “Wait, what?” That was not the direction he thought this conversation was taking. His heart beats faster in anticipation.
You blink up at him. “What do you mean, what? Hang on, were you just saying that to get off or-“
“No, no, of course not, I-“ Jason breaths in slowly and then looks back at you. “Okay, yeah, you’re right.”
You’re bewildered for a moment but Jason quickly explains.
“Let me take you out on a date. A proper one.” He steps in closer, cupping your face. “I did mean everything I said last night. I want more with you. So- fuck, I’ve never done this before.”
You roll your eyes playfully, muttering a clearly under your breath, which Jason pinches you on the cheek for in jest.
Jason’s grinning now, and a smile is spreading on your face, too, “Let me take you to that Italian place you always talk about. Tonight.”
You tap your chin as if in thought, “Hmm, I don’t know, I’m pretty busy tonight…”
“Liar.”
You gasp dramatically at his accusation, but he’s smiling, at least. Considering he knows your schedule back to front, you’re not surprised he would call you out so quickly.
You pull him closer by his thick waist, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. The tops of his cheeks turn a shade of red and you can’t help but think that, despite Jason’s large size, he was still so fucking cute.
“Yes, Jason Todd. Take me out to dinner.”
Jason looks down at your smiling face, wraps his large hands around your waist and sighs. He leans down to kiss you, without the intention of it leading to more. Because he can just do that now.
Scratch what Jason said about last night. This is the best moment of his life.
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applejuicebegood · 3 months ago
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That’s my guy
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lazaruspiss · 2 years ago
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what if shitposting to cope. what then.
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violent138 · 6 months ago
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Chapters: 7/8 Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Dick Grayson & Peter Parker, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Alfred Pennyworth, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker Characters: Dick Grayson, Peter Parker, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth, May Parker (Spider-Man), Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Happy Hogan, Original Characters Additional Tags: Crossover, Peter Parker totally in awe of Nightwing, Parallel Universes, Ned Leeds being a good friend, Dick Grayson Has Issues, Dick Grayson Tries to Be a Good Older Sibling, both of them are going through stuff, Post-Spider-Man: Far From Home, Family Dynamics, Funny, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:
While fighting a powerful meta, Dick gets thrown into another universe. A new city. He meets Spiderman, the embattled protector of New York City, and decides to help fix the problem he brought into Spiderman's world. He's almost grateful to be away from Gotham at the moment.
Peter doesn't want to trust anyone after Mysterio, but he reluctantly agrees to work with Nightwing. They have a lot in common, and Peter is eager to learn from the more experienced vigilante. Slowly, they gain each other's trust and bond over the insanity that is the superhero existence.
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ravenclawshermione · 20 days ago
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New Chapter Up - "Totally Platonic"
He was a mess, a scorch mark on the side of his helmet, his jacket missing, the dark fabric on his left shoulder even darker with blood. 
“Skata,” I cursed, setting the knife down and rushing to help him inside, “Here, the first aid kit is in the bathroom.”
He let me help him, leaning on me heavily enough that I knew it was serious, “I don’t suppose you have any- Jesus Pheebs, did you raid a hospital?”
The voice modulator made the question sound harsher than I felt it was probably meant to. 
“This is Gotham, Jason. Do you really think it’s that hard to get basic medical supplies?” I said, forcing myself to stay calm as I pulled out a few things I knew right away I would need from the giant first aid kit I’d put together, “I need to get a better look at that shoulder. Is the fabric there something I can cut through?”
“Yeah, I took off the armored plating already,” he said, “But those are definitely not basic medical supplies.”
I didn’t bother answering, just got the scissors and carefully cut through his suit. The whole shoulder was coated in blood, but it was hard to tell how serious it actually was. 
“This is going to sting,” I said, pouring some peroxide on a sterile cloth, “Wait, did you come here without even thinking that I’d have the stuff to patch you up?”
“I wasn’t thinking great,” he admitted, letting out a hiss of static as I got to work gingerly cleaning his wound, “Might have a concussion.”
He was badly bruised, with cuts all over his arm and a couple of gashes on his shoulder. Most of them were more shallow than I’d feared initially, but one of the shorter ones on his upper arm was deep. Too deep. 
“This one needs stitches,” I said, biting my lip, “If you’re okay with amateur work, I can take care of it here. But if there’s someone else you’d like to call, I’d understand.”
“You’ve given stitches before?”
“Yes.”
“Stitch me up, doc,” he said, giving another hiss of static as he moved to sit on the counter. 
I got to work properly sterilizing the wound, being as gentle as possible while still being thorough, “Any other major injuries, beyond the cracked rib and possible concussion?”
“Those are the only big ones,” he replied, “Rolled my ankle too, but that’s already feeling better.”
“Burns?”
“Nope, the helmet did its job.”
“That’s good. Shame about your jacket though,” I said, threading the needle, “This is going to hurt.”
“I’ve got a few spares,” he said, not so much as flinching as I sewed him up, “And I’ve been through worse.”
He had been. I bit back the urge to comment on that, or to wish that he’d be careful. Instead, I focused on my work. It didn’t take long, he only needed nine stitches. 
“Alright, time to check out that concussion. Helmet off.”
He reached up gingerly, pressing a spot on the side of his helmet that was apparently a secret button, taking the helmet off with just his right hand. There were no bruises on his face, the helmet had done a great job there. Pulling out the small penlight from the first aid kit, I watched his pupils carefully as I passed the light in front of his eyes. 
“Yeah, that’s a concussion,” I said, pouring away the light, “Which means no alcohol, and unfortunately the one thing I don’t have is pain meds.”
“S’okay, I never take them,” he said, turning to inspect his arm in the mirror, “You did a great job.”
“Thanks. Now, let’s get the rest of this shirt off so I can-”
He shrugged out of it before I could even finish my sentence, careful not to move his injured arm much, “Did you work as a nurse before getting into the librarian life?”
“Nope,” I replied, wrapping the bandage around his chest and trying not to think about the fact that even banged up, he was unbearably gorgeous, “I’m an amateur, remember? My mother was a nurse. She taught me.”
“Your mother taught you how to give stitches?” he asked, dark eyes looking at me with concern, the green flecks brighter than normal. 
“Yup,” I said, looking away, “Are there any less than major injuries that need patching up?”
“No, everything else is just scrapes and bruises,” he said, standing up, his voice softening, “Thanks.”
He was so close, dangerously close, so close that I could feel the heat coming off of him, so close that I could just…
I took a step back, heart racing. It was just my brain trying to distract me, just the lack of sleep, just my hormones going wild because it had been so long since my last one night stand. That was all it was. I didn’t actually want to run my fingers across those perfect muscles, didn’t actually want to kiss a trail across every scar, didn’t actually want him to push me up against the wall and…
Keep it cool, Katsaros 
“Anytime,” I said, hoping that he hadn’t noticed.
“Looks like the adrenaline of your place being broken into by a dangerous vigilante is starting to wear off,” he teased, “You should get some sleep.”
“You’re staying, right?”
There was no way he would have come here if things were good with the others, and I didn’t want him to be alone with his injuries. 
“Yeah, I’ll stay.”
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evilhorse · 4 months ago
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I’m the main man!
(Superman #13)
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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 1 year ago
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SURPRISE!! You’ve been blessed with the ability to summon ONE (1) fictional character into existence for ONE (1) week! Who is it and why?
a very special very short man Exclusively From My Brain, bc he's everything to me and i think we would get along <3
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frogaroundandfindout · 5 months ago
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(Nightwing Vol. 2 #4)
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boganovault · 1 year ago
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Batober day 24: Clarity
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bonebrokebuddy · 2 years ago
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2 panels done, about 78 more to go ;-; only the speech bubbles & lettering left!
This is a WIP of a dp x dc silver age based on a prompt from my twin @stealingyourbones !
I’ve been storyboarding this comic for months but have procrastinated actually digitalizing it until now as I’m Very new to digital art and much more used to traditional art but it’s slowly getting easier!
I’m just on the intro section currently! I’m trying to keep it as cartoon accurate in both art and script as I possibly can as I want it to feel like something that could be pulled straight from the original show.
Here’s the complete storyboard for the first page:
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The intro is meant to be based off a classic early season dp plot of “Skulker has a device to trap Danny but Danny outsmarts Skulker and uses that device against him.” But you’ll have to wait to see the rest >:)
Here’s a sneak peak of a rough draft of a page during the Skulker fight that I had to scrap the paneling from because I couldn’t get the flow of it to work:
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I’m still debating whether I update it on a page by page basis or release it all at once so I’ll keep y’all posted for updates!
I still need a name for the comic so feel free to give me suggestions!
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serenedash · 1 year ago
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[Gets on stage] SKYWARD SWORD LINK AS BLUE BEETLE AND FI AS THE SCARAB AND GHIRAHIM ALSO A SCARAB AND DEMISE AS BLACK BEETLE AND [I'm removed from the stage]
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matildaverse · 1 year ago
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A lil guy.
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scarecrowdrugs · 6 months ago
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Jon was probably the second-most responsible adult figure in Clarice's life, which isn't so much a sign of him being a fantastic parent as it is more of a sign of every other adult in her life being completely useless.
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dudethatsmyundeaduncle · 1 year ago
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Not Cannon and Not Fannon, a secret third thing called I desperately misunderstood/misinterpreted this charcter as a child and now everyone else's charcterization is wrong because it doesn't fit my specific decade old hallucinations.
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cessmaga · 2 years ago
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