#Red Hood x OC

[debonairprincesposts]

You: What the hell were you thinking?!

Dick: I heard releasing birds at a wedding is romantic!

You: You released OSTRICHES!

[redr0sewrites]

kisses with them - DC Batboys Hcs

🥀A/n: your honor i want to put them in a jar and shake them up- anyways this is just something short n sweet i cooked up :)

🥀Cw: fluff, shenanigans, a little suggestive

🥀Character(s): Dick Grayson x reader, Jason Todd x reader, Bruce Wayne x reader

Dick Grayson :

lots of flirty, soft kisses!!!

his favorite places to kiss you are easily your lips or your hands, but he loves kissing every part of you!

Dick loves waking you up with kisses, peppering them all across your face before either of you are really even coherent. he'll start with a gentle kiss to your lips, before moving to your cheeks and forehead and finally your nose, in a gentle attempt to wake you up

this man is a BITER he's definitely the type to nip at you and give you little hickies when kissing you. be careful, because he will take a bite of your cheeks when kissing your face!!!!

Dick loves kissing your hands, whenever you cup his cheek or hold his face in your hands, be prepared for him to kiss not only your palm, but each one of your fingers and wrists as well

he's a very energetic kisser! Dick loves randomly pulling you into a deep kiss for seemingly no reason at all. he doesn't care who's around or whether or not you're in public, he will not hesitate to pull you in like a disney prince(ss) and kiss you right then and there

long, teasing makeout sessions!!!!! Dick loves pulling you onto his lap and kissing you silly. it doesn't even have to be sexual, he just loves having your lips against his

as for him, Dick loves when you give him neck kisses. he practically melts whenever your lips make contact to his neck, turning into your obedient pretty princess. absolutely obsessed with any hickies or marks you leave on HIM, and is not afraid to show them off. he has no shame, and wants everyone to know who he belongs to

HE LOVES LIPSTICK KISSES!!!! if you wear lipstick, it is your luckg day because he fucking loves them. he refuses to wipe them off and would love to spend the day covered in red lipstick smears

overall, he's a very affectionate kisser, and brings a lot of passion and energy into every kiss he gives you

Jason Todd :

this man is soooo touch starved, he loves any and all kisses shared between you two. however, his favorite places to kiss you are your forehead or your temple. its very meaningful and romantic, and he loves getting to wake up every morning and kiss his beloved right on the forehead

Jason is the type to press a kiss to your temple when he's just walking by, to the back of your neck when you're looking down, to your tummy when your shirt is rolled up, any and everywhere he can see. he just loves kissing you, what can i say?

whenever your stressed, anxious, or otherwise upset, Jason always takes the opportunity to cup your face in his hands and press the sweetest kiss to your forehead before whispering sweet nothings in your ear. this man is literally huge, and most likely has to lean down to reach you, but he doesn't mind it at all when it means he gets to press kisses all over your face

im a firm believer that Jason (and all the batboys) would love his partners body regardless of weight, and would looove kissing your thighs regardless of size. he definitely pays special attention to them during intimate times, and more often than not he finds his hand subconsciously wandering to hrip onto one of your thighs when sitting beside you. its not even always sexual, its just comforting for him

Jason's favorite place for you to kiss him? any of his scars. if he notices you paying special attention to them or kissing any of them, he just feels really emotional and fuzzy inside. it's strange to him how someone as perfect as you could love even the flawed parts of himself, and he finds himself enraptured whenever you express love to the parts of himself that he despises

Jason is not outwardly insecure, but he does sometimes miss how smooth his skin once looked without the scars and marks littered across it, especially his back. this being said, he loves when you kiss his back and remind him of how gorgeous he truly is.

Bruce Wayne :

Bruce loves good old fashioned lip kisses, but he also has a soft spot for kissing you on the top of the head, or on your shoulder/collarbone.

this man is fucking huge, and he's not ashamed to admit that he finds it adorable when you stand on your tip toes just to give him a kiss. this is partially why he adores simply kissing you on the mouth, but also because it just feels so intimate to him.

all kisses with Bruce are slow and emotional. he likes taking his time with you, and kisses reflect that.

when you both first started dating, it took him a while to even work up the courage to kiss you as he didn't want to seem too forward. however, after your shared first kiss, he was practically addicted. now he can't go a day without kissing you goodmorning, kissing you before he heads off to work, kissing you when he comes home for dinner, and kissing you before he goes on patrol. yes, all of these kisses are mandatory parts of your guys' days, and he loovesss them

kisses on top of your head are less intimate, but just as important. these are for lazy mornings spent with his strong arms wrapped around your body and your head nuzzled into the crook of his neck. these kisses are meant for when he comes up behind you while your cooking for him, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you gently on the top of the head.

shoulder kisses are a little more flirtatious than the others, these are for when you're wearing the gorgeous outfit he just bought you that shows just a bit more of your chest than strictly necessary, yet no one bats an eye when they realize who you're with. these kisses are for when all prying eyes are off you, when Bruce can inhale the scent of your delicious perfume/cologne and whisper soft promises in your ear.

where does Bruce like for you to kiss him? simple- his cheek. especially when he's wearing the batman mask. you both have a running joke that the entire reason the mask doesn't cover the bottom half of his face is because he would miss your cheek kisses too much.

they are all so silly i love them sm. SEND IN REQUESTS PLEEEEEEASE IM SO HAPPY TO FINALLY HAVE SOMETHING IM INTERESTED IN AGAIN LIFE WAS SOOOOOOO BORING WHEN I DIDNT HAVE ANY INTERESTS 😭😭😭

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

Jason: I would kill for you.

Me: You kill on daily basis. Is that supposed to be some confession of love? Come to me when you're willing to let someone live for me.

[theredhood-jasontodd]

Dick: Hey, Y/N, are you free on Friday? Like around eight?

Y/N: Yeah.

Dick: And you, Jason ?

Jason : Umm... yes?

Dick: Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date!

Jason : Did he just-

[undertheredhood]

random civillain who just moved to gotham: *having a mental breakdown after they accidentally kill a clown with a bad dye-job*

the red hood (notorious crime lord and vigilante): "are you from tennessee? 'cause you're the only ten i see."

[guilty-pleasures21]

i have this fun take that jason works his crime lord stuff at warehouse with his goons however none other bats could go in (he forbids it) except the bat theme vigilante! reader. Sometimes the reader just go there, whether visit him to help her with her cases or annoy jason bc ofc she can, well she is his best friend slash badass girlfriend. However sometimes his goons just wondering what are their relationship without prying too much on their boss’ life. I would hope you like this request (if youre in the mood to write it) and I hope that makes sense tho because english is not my first language

The warehouse

Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry I took so long, babe! I was racking my brain every night trying to come up with a coherent storyline 😅! This is fun though! I like to imagine Reader just making Jason look silly, but he allows it because he’s head over heels for her!

Warnings: implicit descriptions of sex (male x female).

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     She burst through the roof and landed on the balcony overlooking the interior of the old abandoned factory. Well, ‘abandoned’ was more like it: the space was filled with busy men who had frozen in their tracks to stare up at her in horror. X placed her hands on her hips and fixed them all with her most threatening frown. “I demand to speak to your boss!”

     “Right here, princess,” the Red Hood sighed from behind her. X turned around and her face lit up immediately when she saw him, burly arms folded across his chest, his rugged features probably arranged into an exasperated look beneath his helmet. She took a step closer to him and her brows crashed together again as she placed her hands on his bulky shoulders. 

     “You know I don’t like it when you wear your helmet, Hood,” she whined, purposefully making her voice all high-pitched. “Why don’t you wear your mask?” 

     Jason let out another weary sigh and wrapped an arm around her to start guiding her in the direction of his office. 

     “Keep going, everyone,” he assured his henchmen, “I’ll handle this.” 

     His goons exchanged confused glances with one another, but quickly returned to their operations as their boss led the hero away. Jason locked the door behind him once they were safely inside his office, then he focused his full attention on X. “What are you doing here?” 

     She leaped onto his sofa and lay back, stretching herself out so her suit clung tightly to her every curve. Jason’s eyes followed the lines of her body, admiring her lush figure, and his hands began to ache with the need to run all over her soft skin. X grinned, completely aware of the effect she was having on the tough vigilante. 

     “I wanted to see your handsome face, Hood!” she replied, still using that ridiculously innocent tone on him. “But since you’re wearing your helmet …” 

     She pursed her lips, as if disappointed by her fruitless journey, but then she propped herself up on her elbow and lowered her eyes to his torso instead. “I guess I’ll just have to admire your delicious body instead.” 

     Jason swallowed down the saliva that gathered in his mouth at the way she licked her lips while her eyes trailed over him. Thank God he was wearing his helmet or she’d be able to see the way the tips of his ears and the back of his neck reddened otherwise. He cleared his throat and glanced away from her, calming himself down before removing his helmet. He was still wearing his mask underneath, concealing his identity from anyone who didn’t already know him, but it was enough of a glimpse of his face to keep his girlfriend happy. X grinned and rolled over onto her stomach, letting her hair fall over her shoulder. Jason pulled his gaze away from her again and cleared his throat. “You could have just waited at home, sweetheart.” 

     X pushed herself to her feet and walked over to Jason. She slid onto his lap and her fingers immediately made their way into his hair. She pulled on the strands gently, tugging his head back and forcing his lips to align with hers. Her mouth watered in anticipation of feeling the rough ridges of his wide lips brushing across hers, but she forced herself to look away and get up again. She knew she wouldn’t be able to resist kissing him if she’d glanced up and seen the way his pupils dilated whenever he was looking at her mouth. And, shit, he was such a good kisser that she always found it impossible to drag herself away from him once they got caught up in a heated makeout session. X hopped up onto the edge of Jason’s desk and pulled a thumb drive out of one of her pockets. 

     He raised an eyebrow as she held the small drive out to him, her lips twisted into a begrudging smirk. “What’s this?” 

     X crossed one leg over the other as he plugged the drive into his computer, lightly trailing the tip of her boot along the inside of his muscled thigh. “How trusting, Red Hood. How do you know I didn’t just hand you a virus I could use to hack into your computer and get all your contacts?” 

     Jason’s gaze flickered up to her and his eyes were immediately pulled to her chest, her luscious curves on full display. He pushed aside the desire rapidly pooling in his core and fixed her with a knowing look. 

     “Did you want all my contacts?” He grabbed her ankle and held her leg in place so he could sneak his thumbs beneath her tights and begin rubbing small circles along her bare skin. “You know all you’d have to do is ask, princess.”

     She closed her eyes as the low murmur of his voice danced along her bones. He was always so smooth and so put together that she relished every chance she got to have the upper hand over him. X bit down on her lip as Jason kept his grip on her foot, using the pain to distract herself from his featherlight touches, but finally, she opened her eyes to sneak a peek at him. His tongue darted out from between his lips as his hungry gaze travelled over her body and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed down the saliva rapidly gathering in his mouth. He looked up at her and smirked when he caught her gaze trained intensely on him. X gulped at the smug look on his face and quickly pulled her foot away from him. 

     “I-I …” Her voice came out breathy and she mentally reprimanded herself for letting him get the upper hand. “It’s for my new case: this is all the evidence that was collected from the crime scene. I wanted you to check if I’d missed something.”

     Jason spun around to his computer and opened up the drive to start clicking through the images. His eyes widened with horror when he realised who the victim probably was - and who the likely suspect was as well: Carmine Falcone. No way would he let his precious little girlfriend get mixed up with such a notorious villain. He closed the file and turned to X with a scowl. “Who gave you this case?” 

     Her lips parted, confused by her boyfriend’s sudden change in demeanour. “I … just got stuck with it because everyone else thought it was too boring.”

     “Well, they were wrong.” Jason removed the drive from his computer and tossed it into one of his desk drawers. “You’re not taking this case, princess.”

     X furrowed her brows, caught between bewilderment and amusement: Jason could be a little overprotective of her sometimes. Not that she didn’t love having someone who was so perfectly capable of taking care of her and making her feel safe! She just found that he could be a tad dramatic sometimes … “I have a name, you know, sweetheart.”

     Jason narrowed his eyes at her overly saccharine tone. He stood up and placed his hands on either side of her. “You’re not taking this case, Nightingale.”

     X took in the threatening frown on his face, then she wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed her lips out in a pout. 

     “No fair!” she complained. “Why do you always get to have all the fun, Hood?” Suddenly, her expression morphed into a devious grin and she tickled the base of his skull with her fingernails. 

     “We could solve this case together?” she suggested. “The two of us working in perfect synchrony …” She stretched up, bringing her lips to his ear so she murmur softly into it, her voice low and thick with lust. 

     “And no one would even know how good the big, bad Red Hood f*cks the city’s sweet little Nightingale to sleep in his bed every night,” she finished naughtily. 

     “F*ck.” Jason’s eyes rolled back in his head as all the blood rushed immediately to his core. Because who in their right mind would ever picture the rough and hardened vigilante running his hands and teeth and tongue all over the naked body of their sweet little superhero? Corrupting her in his bed every night while she mewled desperately for his c*ck? He dug his fingers into the table, restraining himself from touching her. He took a step back, forcing her hands to fall away from his shoulders, and the distance allowed him to finally regain control of his thoughts. “I’ll handle this case, princess. I’ll talk to Batman about it.”

     She swung her legs back and forth, trying to decide between telling him off for ordering her around and just letting him do her work for her. But she didn’t want him to take on extra work on her account, though she supposed it would be sufficient punishment for the demeaning way he was treating her right then. She folded her arms across her chest and narrowed her eyes at him.

     “I’m not a child, Hood,” she told him, the anger taking over. “But if you want to treat me as such, then don’t complain about the consequences that come with it.”

     She stalked towards the door, making to leave, but Jason jumped out of his seat and quickly caught her wrist.

     “Nightingale,” he sighed,, finally realising how his authoritative tone might have come across. X stopped, but refused to turn around and face him. “I’m just … The people involved in this case are too dangerous, sweetheart.”

     He lifted his hand to wrap his arms around her and pull her close to him, but then he hesitated. What if she pushed him aside in disgust, unwilling to forgive his mistakes any longer? He tugged her wrist to test the waters and X collapsed back into his chest, relieving all the tension from his body. He squeezed her against him, holding her tightly against his chest, and pressed a kiss to the side of her head.

     “I can’t-” His voice cracked, but he recovered quickly. “I’m not going to let you get hurt, Nightingale.”

     X sighed at the earnestness in his voice and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Okay.”

     Jason patted her back gently and bent over to press another kiss to the top of her head … But then someone banged on the door.

     “Boss?!” one of his goons’ panicked voice came from the other side of the door. “Are you all right?! Has she got you?! Blink twice if the answer is ‘yes’!”

     “You idiot!” another man’s rough voice interrupted. “How are we gonna know if he’s blinking?!”

     “Oh yeah …” the first man replied. “We’re coming in, boss!”

     “No! Don’t-” Jason leaped away from his girlfriend just as his goons came barreling into the room. They zoomed straight in between the two of them and crashed into the wall at the end before landing in a crumpled heap on the ground. 

     “Shit,” Jason muttered, racing over to check on his henchmen. X followed after him, rapidly assessing the two men’s injuries: thankfully, they’d seemed to have just bruised their arms after breaking the door down and running straight into the wall - no sign of any head injuries or concussions. She straightened with a relieved smile. 

     “They should be fine,” she assured Jason. She turned around and sauntered to the door, swaying her hips teasingly. Then she stopped in the doorway and twisted around to look back at him, stretching her body in such a way to accentuate her curves. “Oh and my offer still stands, Mr Big Bad Red Hood.”

     She enunciated the words carefully and Jason’s body heated up as her eyes roved all over him beneath her mask. She grinned at the sudden tightness in his posture and swivelled back around to resume her exit. “You know where to find me if you want to take me up on it. I’ll be waiting, sweetheart.”

     Her tone was teasing - challenging - and Jason gulped as she turned back to shoot him one last wicked grin. He watched quietly as she grappled out of his warehouse, disappearing into the night, and his mind started running wild with ideas on all the positions he could possibly find her in once he returned home.

     “Um, what's she talking about, boss?” one of his men asked him, his voice slightly shaky. Jason turned to find both his goons blushing at his girlfriend's lascivious tone - except that they didn't even know that she was his girlfriend. They were just wondering why the cute and pretty hero was using what was very clearly her bedroom voice on their large and threatening boss. Jason gulped as her earlier words echoed in his mind, but he forced down his desire and drew himself to his full height.

     “Nothing. She … was just warning me about a case involving Falcone,” Jason told them. “Keep an eye on your families, boys: he doesn't seem to be in a good mood. And if he ever threatens any one of you, you come straight to me, got it?”

     The men nodded vigorously, heeding their boss’s warning: the Red Hood never steered them wrong, so they'd follow his words to the letter. “Got it, boss.”

     “Good. Let the others know.” Jason headed towards the door, but paused in the doorway, hesitating. “And go home: it's getting late. I'm calling it a day.”

     Then he left without another word.

     Spoiler landed on the rooftop next to Nightingale.

     “Hey, your location was switched off. Where’d you go?” Her tone was unconcerned, as  if she already knew exactly where Nightingale had been whilst she’d gone dark over their comms, but she waited expectantly for her response anyway. 

     X raised her eyebrows at her friend and teammate: she wasn’t buying Stephanie’s innocent tone. “Hood’s warehouse.”

     She grappled through the air, leaping from one building to the next as they began their trek back to the batcave.

     “Well, where is it?” Stephanie asked once they’d stopped for a brief break. Nightingale shot her a wry smile. 

     “You know he doesn’t want you guys knowing where it is.” She took off again and Spoiler quickly caught up, keeping pace with her.

     “Why?” she asked, genuinely confused. “It’s not like we’re gonna … blow it up or something!”

     X laughed as they landed in front of one of the many secret entrances to the batcave. She paused to let the scanner sweep over her, then strolled between the doors when they slid open. 

     “It’s not that, it’s just …” She turned around and walked backwards as she thought about it. “He just needs his space sometimes.” 

     She swivelled back around and continued walking over to the Batcomputer. “Plus, he can’t have you guys making him look soft in front of his henchmen.”

     “Who are we making look soft in front of their henchmen?” Nightwing asked, striding into the main hall from another passageway. He removed his Escrima Sticks from the back of his suit and placed them back in their holder.

     “Jason,” Stephanie replied, removing her mask and sinking into the empty seat beside Tim. 

     “Does anyone else think it’s weird that Jason has henchmen?” Tim asked, not turning away from the Batcomputer. Dick ignored Tim’s question, snorting in amusement at X’s suggestion. 

     “The only person capable of making Jason look soft …” He paused dramatically and turned around to face her before continuing, “is you.”

     X pulled an empty chair up to Steph and hopped onto it. She spun around as she considered Dick’s statement, letting her mind wander to her sweet and caring boyfriend. He was soft though, always surprising her with cute little dates and crafting the most thoughtful handmade gifts for her. And he’d pick her up after work every day so they could have dinner together and make sure to see each other at least once a day. Her features shifted into a dreamy expression and Stephanie grinned before snapping her fingers in front of her face.

     “X? You still with us, babe?”

     Dick laughed from his own seat as he lifted his legs onto the console. 

     “Her mind’s probably still with her boyfriend in that secret warehouse of his,” he pointed out, folding his arms across his chest and huffing in irritation at the thought of Jason’s warehouse that he refused to let any of them see. Well, any of them except for his little girlfriend that he was so obviously head over heels for.

     X shook her head, forcing herself back to reality, and flashed her friends a sheepish smile. “Sorry …”

     But none of them minded - not when she was so head over heels for their brother herself. X’s phone buzzed suddenly and she opened up the notification to find a text from Jason. Her eyes widened at whatever she saw on her phone and she shot out of her seat, this time with a guilty smile. “Uh, I’m gonna head home now. Night, guys! See you tomorrow!”

     She raced off without a word and the others exchanged knowing glances with one another. Dick dropped his hands and legs and rolled over to Stephanie. “Did you do it?” 

     Stephanie responded with a devious grin. 

     “Yup.” She turned to Tim and leaned over his shoulder. “Is it working?”

     Tim pulled up a map of Gotham with a single blinking light on it moving rapidly through the city, straight towards Jason’s apartment. “Yup.” 

     Jason sucked in a breath as the white-hot pleasure buzzed through his brain. “F*ck.”

     He closed his eyes as they rolled back in his head at the sound of his girlfriend’s adorable little mewls beneath him, then he slumped over and started trying to catch his breath. He chuckled softly at the sight of X doing the same, then he bit his lip as he ran his hand down her bare, sweat-slicked back. God, she was hot. He slid his hands along her sides, tracing the outlines of her curves, then he lay down on top of her, twisting his fingers between hers. He pressed a kiss to the base of her ear, then buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in the sweet scent of her arousal. 

     “Mmm, shit,” he groaned, curling his fingers around hers. X shook her head as her mind went numb at the feeling of her large boyfriend’s warm body pressing against her. Then he began trailing his lips down the side of her neck and she hummed in contentment as his satisfied groans sank into her skin and danced along her bones. “I love you, Jay.”

     “I love you too, sweetheart.” Jason lifted himself off of X, giving her the space to twist around and snuggle up against his chest instead. He brushed her hair behind her ear and stroked her cheek softly as he admired her glowing features. Shit, she was pretty. “But you’ve gotta stop breaking into my warehouse, babygirl.”

     X furrowed her brows, her lips instinctively twisting into a pout - she always felt like a spoiled little princess whenever he took that soft tone with her.

     “Why?” she whined, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body against his. Jason lowered his lips to her neck and slid his hand down to her ass. He moaned softly as he curled his fingers around her, squeezing her soft flesh like she was a little pillow, then he sighed and lifted his gaze back to hers.

“‘Cause you’re making me look bad, princess. My boys are gonna think that I can just fall for any pretty girl that walks into my warehouse.”

     X narrowed her eyes at him in suspicion. “And how many ‘pretty girls’ are walking into your warehouse, Jay?”

     Jason shot her an amused look: she could get a little … ‘protective’ over him sometimes, glaring down any girl who even looked at him for a second longer than she deemed appropriate. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him or anything, she just … liked staking her claim over him. His stomach buzzed with excitement at having someone who thought him amazing enough to mark their territory on. 

     “Just one.” He slung his leg over hers, pulling her closer against him. “And she can be so frustratingly distracting.” His gaze fell to her lips and he brought his mouth closer to hers.

     “Makes it difficult to get any work done,” he mumbled before sliding his hand up the back of her neck and pulling her mouth to his.

     X glided her hands all over his body as they kissed, admiring how deliciously gorgeous her boyfriend was. She wriggled against him as he teased her tongue with his, kissing and stroking her until she was breathless and dizzy with lust. Jason pulled back and laughed at the unfocused look on his girlfriend’s face. 

     “Come on,” he told her, carefully helping her get off the bed. “You've got work tomorrow. Let's get you ready for bed.”

     “Ah! I'm so excited!” Spoiler squealed over the comms unit. “How should we enter? Should we jump in through a window? Or fly through the roof? Oh! Maybe we should just knock on the door?! They'll never be expecting that!” 

     Nightingale had gone dark a while back, but the tracker Stephanie had snuck into her suit had continued blinking steadily on the map Tim had gotten Dick to watch closely after his patrol had started. The three of them raced towards the docks now, eager to catch a glimpse of Jason's super secret, probably super cool warehouse that he'd kept hidden from them for so long. Finally, they landed on the rooftop of what appeared to be an empty warehouse, taking a moment to catch their breaths.

     “There's a skylight,” Dick pointed out, gesturing to the removable glass panel that sat a few feet away from them. 

     “Busting through the roof it is.” Stephanie grinned and followed Dick over to the skylight. He pried it open easily and soon, the three of them were standing in the middle of a darkened building, all of them on guard for any wary guards. And then, “Eugh! Sick! It smells like dead fish!” 

     “I thought it smelled like three dead rats,” a low male voice chuckled from the edge of the room. Stephanie furrowed her brows at the response.

     “Uh, no, that's definitely fish.” Then she realised who had spoken. She, Tim and Dick whirled around in horror, following the sound of the voice, and their panic increased tenfold when they saw the Red Hood walking towards them, a knowing smirk on his face. 

     “Hood!” Stephanie began, stumbling over her words as she tried to come up with a response. “W-We … We were just …”

     “We got a distress call!” Tim improvised quickly.

     “And we just wanted to make sure whoever it was was okay!” Dick finished, joining into the lie. The three of them nodded eagerly, suspiciously wide smiles stretched across each of their faces. Jason rolled his eyes.

     “Did you think I didn't vet anyone who comes into my warehouse?” he asked, arms folded across his chest. “Especially someone who is almost always in close contact with the biggest snakes this side of the world?”

     “In my defence,” Nightingale supplied, dropping down from the ceiling and landing behind them, “I thought they were my friends! But I guess you can only be betrayed by those you trust.”

     She gave an exaggerated sniff and moved to stand beside Jason, curling her arms around his bicep and leaning against him.

     “Technically, we weren't betraying you,” Tim argued, his tone matter-of-fact. “We were betraying the Red Hood. Although it's not like we have any alliances with him anyway.”

     “What? You need me to sign a contract or something?” Jason scoffed, rolling his eyes at the suggestion. 

     “I trust you, Hood,” Nightingale told him, fluttering her eyelashes up at him sweetly. “I know you'd never betray me.” 

     Her gaze turned dangerous then, her smile sharpening into one laced with threats as she waited for conformation that he'd never betray her. Jason grinned and lowered his head to hers.  

     “Of course, princess,” he murmured, his voice low enough so the others wouldn't hear him. X giggled softly and Jason’s smile widened. Then he straightened and rearranged his features into a threatening expression. “If any of you ever try to pull a stunt like this again, you'll be cleaning fish guts out of your suits for a month.” 

     Tim, Steph and Dick cringed at the very thought, the bile rising to their throat as they took in another whiff of the fishy air. 

     “Ugh! Fine! You win!” Tim surrendered on behalf of all of them. “We won’t try to find your stupid warehouse again.” 

     Jason smirked in victory and waited until the three of them had left the area. “I told you it’d take them less than ten minutes after you went dark to come after you.” 

     X slid her arms around his neck as Jason’s arms came around her waist. “Fine. You win. I won’t disturb you at your warehouse anymore. Well, for the next month, at least.” 

     Jason rolled his eyes, but continued to smile. “You know they’re still going to try again, right?” 

     X shrugged, unbothered. “Then I guess we’ll just have to get the fish ready.”

[roses-r-rosie3]

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Jason Todd x M!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Semi public sex, blindfolding, handjob, spit as lube,

Requested by anon:

detective reader with jason todd? the readers really good at investigating and have a lot of important intel on a crime boss that jason is also targeting, when the detective is alone in the office jason is waiting there in the dark ready to get some info, but the reader is very reluctant to give sensitive information to a vigilante. so jason fucks it out of the reader over his desk? until the reader is begging and babbling out information so easily also i'd say this is their first time meeting ok thanks have a good day/night

A/n: This was the fic I was talking about when I posted this 😭

Quote: “You know… I was just going to force you to give me the information, but it looks like you want me to fuck it out of you”

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You were one of the best detectives in Gotham. ‘Why?’ You may ask, well it was because your skills at investigating. As a kid you always loved watching shows like scooby doo. You would constantly try to guess who was behind the mask (you were right most of the time). So it didn’t surprise your parents/friends when you got a job at the gcpd.

When you joined the gcpd, you were one of the youngest rookies at the time, so whenever you would try to input some of your ideas, your superiors would immediately shut you down. It wasn’t until you broke a career-defining case that you earned everyone’s respect, even Bruce himself was impressed. Because of that, you eventually became Gotham’s best and youngest detectives that there was.

So when news broke that there was a new crime boss in town, you were first on the case. However, Jason was also interested in this new Crime Boss, and he didn’t really feel like investigating, so he decided why not just try to get Information from you. Of course, Jason could’ve just asked someone like Tim but everyone else was too busy with their own problems that they didn’t have time for the Crime Boss.

Jason obviously knew about you, youngest detective in Gotham blah blah blah… but the problem was, the two of you have never formally met before. But who knows maybe Jason would get lucky and you would just hand over the information, even though Jason knew the chances were very low (but hey a boy could only hope).

You were in your office, staying overtime to investigate. It was currently 4am and your body was basically running on coffee. You were super invested in this case and nothing was going to stop you. However, you eventually decided to give yourself a little break to use the restroom and get some more coffee.

You said your ‘hi’s to your co-workers before walking back to your office. When got to the door you waved to everyone before walking in and closing the door behind you. After you placed your beverage down on your desk sensed someone behind you. You immediately pulled out your gun from your belt and pointed it at the figure.

“Who are you? And what are you doing here?” You asked.

“Damn, not bad detective” the figure chuckled.

“Answer me goddamn it who are you” you growled.

The figure walked forward, closer to the light in the office. The figure was revealed to be red hood. You knew who red hood was, I mean how couldn’t you know who he was! He was a famous vigilante and he made your job a lot harder than it already was.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, with your gun still pointing at him.

“I’m here because of the new gang leader in town” Jason answered.

“He’s a crime boss” you replied snarlingly.

“Yeah, yeah, you know what I meant” Jason rolled his eyes.

“What about him?” You said.

“I need you to give me some information about him” Jason replied.

“I can’t tell you that, it’s classified information” you said, gripping your gun tighter.

“That’s what I thought you would say, but I’m afraid I’m that I’m not taking no as an answer” Jason said as he walked closer to you.

“Stop! Don’t come any closer! I’ll shoot!” You said.

Jason let out a chuckle before quickly knocking the gun out of your hand. Jason started to slowly walk towards you, until you felt yourself bump into your desk behind you.

“What’s your answer now detective?” Jason said as he towered over you.

“No” you said, standing your ground.

“Why are you making this so difficult?” Jason sighed before he put his hands around your throat as he choked you lightly.

You tried not to make any noise, but a moan slipped out of your mouth as his grip tightened a little. And if that wasn’t bad enough, a bulge started to form in your pants too. Eventually you got so hard to the point where Jason could feel your cock rubbing against his.

“Oh, you pervert” Jason smirked behind his mask.

“You know… I was just going to force you to give me the information, but it looks like you want me to fuck it out of you” Jason whispered against your ears as he slowly started to rub your crotch.

“N-no it’s not like that, you’re not getting the information” you tried to say as he started rubbing your crotch at an even faster rate.

“Are you sure about that detective?” Jason chuckled as unzipped your fly and slipped his hands into your boxers.

You moaned loudly as Jason rubbed your tip, spreading your precum. You whined, bucking up into his hand. Your eyes hung low, squeezing shut as he brushed over your tip.

“It seems to me like you’re enjoying this quite a bit” Jason said as continued teasing you.

All of a sudden, Jason started stroking you fast and tight around your sensitive dick. You whimpered as he stroked your cock faster and faster. Just when you were about to cum, Jason swiftly pulled his hand away. But before you could even complain, Jason quickly took the tie around you neck and wrapped it around your eyes.

“Can’t have you seeing my face now can I?” Jason smirked under his mask.

Jason took of his mask and tossed it to the side before sloppily making out with you. You were completely under his control at this point, I mean you were completely blinded what else could you do (and it felt good too).

Before you were being bent over with your ass facing Jason’s direction. You shivered as you felt Jason pull down your trousers and boxers. Jason spit on his fingers and slowly inserted his fingers into your hole, smirking at your reactions.

You huffed, your fingers clawing the table and a tight sound escaping him as Jason pressed his slick fingers into your hole. When Jason felt like you were loose enough he pulled his fingers out and slowly started to pull out his cock.

You were now impatiently waiting as Jason took his sweet time. When you finally heard Jason pull his cock out, he started teasing your hole with his tip. You gasped as you felt his tip teasing your hole.

“Last chance to tell me the information before I destroy your hole detective” Jason said.

“I-I’m not telling you s-shit” you said, still trying your best to stand your ground.

“You brought this on yourself” Jason sighed as he pushed himself all the way inside of you.

Jason slowly started to roll his hips, hearing as you whimpered. He started pulled out slowly, but suddenly he harshly slammed back into you, causing you to let out a loud moan. Jason gripped onto your hips tightly, undeniably leaving bruises as he ruthlessly pounded into you.

Pleasure took over your mind as you were being ruthlessly fucked by Jason on your desk. You were trying hard not to moan too loud because your co-workers were right outside the door, and god forbid if one of them came inside your room. Jason however, did not like the fact you were trying to silence yourself, so he started thrusting faster and deeper, hitting your prostate.

While Jason was pounding you, he hit a particular spot that made you let out a loud moan. He smiled to himself before pulling out and then ramming down on the same spot repeatedly. You were a mess at this point, you were begging for him to fuck you harder as sweat coated your body. And before you knew it, you were mindlessly muttering out the information.

“W-warehouse… Ah! At- p-please~ M-Miller Harbor…” you mumbled.

Jason chuckled to himself. You, a detective with a phenomenal reputation, falling apart and becoming a whiny mess just because of Jason. You could feel ever pulsing vein on Jason’s cock as he fucked you.

You see, before this whole fiasco happened, Jason was doing some research on you. He found out all sorts of things about you, one of them being that you were in the running to be the next captain. So while he was thrusting into you, he thought why not taunt you with this information.

“Do you really think they’ll make you captain after this? Gotham’s best detective giving out information, just because he’s being fucked like a slut” Jason smirked against your neck.

You were as dicked down as one could be, the tie around your eyes was soaked in your tears, flushed cheeks, shaky legs, bruised hips, and covered in your own sweat. But you still managed to cling on to a bit of information, which was pretty impressive.

Jason could tell you were close, but he could also tell you still had pieces of information that he wanted. So he gripped onto your cock so that you couldn’t cum, and pounded faster. He pulled your hair so that your head was up against his shoulder.

“I know you’re close, so why don’t you just tell me a bit more information and I’ll let you cum detective” Jason whispered as licked up and down your neck.

You tried, you really tried to hold on, but the combination of Jason’s thrusts, and his mouth licking and biting at your neck and earlobe made you break.

“His first name is G-Gra-AH-nt, his last name is Mikhail, he came from R-russia and moved over to Gotham for weapon.. ngh… trading a drug deals j-just please let me cum!” You blurted.

“Good job, you earned it detective” Jason smirked as he started jerking you off at the same rate as his thrusts.

Before you knew it, you let out a loud whimper as you spilled your load all over Jason’s hands and your desk. Your brain was complete mush as Jason chased his release.

“S-so tight around my cock” Jason groaned.

Jason pulled your head towards his and pulled you in for a sloppy kiss as his one of his hands gripped tightly around your hips. He thrusted deeply into you, one last time before releasing his load into your wrecked hole.

Jason waited a moment to collect himself before pulling out. He chuckled as he watched his cum trickle out of your hole. He looked at his hands that was covered with your seed and tasted it.

“Damn, you got a pretty good load” Jason teased before cleaning both of you up.

After you were both cleaned up, Jason quickly left, leaving you there with the aftermath. You were too tired (your legs were too sore) to drive home at this point, so you decided to sleep in your office for the day.

When you woke up, let’s just say you were met with one of the worst days of your life. First, you had a really bad limp that would probably last weeks. Second, it turns out Jason took all that information and ended up putting the guy in Arkham Asylum. And third, he was getting all the praise for “solving the case all on his own”.

You were beyond angry. You had to get your payback somehow.

[devilstruly]

best friends to lovers with jason todd

except it's just the best friends part with a ridiculous amount of pining

a/n - this is, and i cannot stress this enough, so self indulgent that it's insane (i'm keeping it gn. though bc we all deserve a chance with this man). in no particular order i'm literally just typing them as i go

☆ hangout days where you just crash at his place and spend the day doing nothing before going your separate ways on patrol

☆ ordering takeout multiple times a week (with bruce's credit card one of you stole) and using a spinning wheel on google to pick a place

☆ watching shitty reality shows/k-dramas so you can complain the whole time

☆ racing on motorcycles through gotham at 2 am after patrol

☆ he'll help with your car maintenance so you don't have to go to a mechanic and the result will be him with a few oil stains on his cheek and hands looking adorable

☆ buying him cosmetic products because he unironically uses 3-in-1 and doesn't see anything wrong with it

☆ stitching him up after a rough night because he refuses to go back to the cave unless he's dying again

☆ always taking his side in a squabble with the family because he is right and they can go fuck themselves (cough bruce cough)

☆ working on cases together, going undercover, etc.

☆ comforting him after a nightmare if you're spending the night together or talking to him on the phone until one of you falls back asleep if you're not

☆ wearing his clothes after crashing into his apartment/safe house after patrol

~°☆°~

i have so many of these i could talk about him forever

[igotanidea]

Jealous :J.T. x fem!reader

Summary/idea: by @littleprettykitten:

Suddenly i have an urge to ride Jason Todd, marking his neck with bite marks and scratching his chest, all jealous and possessive because someone was flirting with him. I want that hunk of a man mewling under me, saying my name like a prayer and telling me how much he loves me. I want bruises on my hips because he was clutching them too tightly and his teeth on my breasts and shoulders because that was the only way he could muffle sounds he was making.

So, here it is.....

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI!

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„You know, usually it’s me who make you jealous like that. ….” She whispered grinding her hips more into him, causing a groan to escape his throat.

“I didn’t….”

“Sh, baby.” She pecked his lips, lightly, teasingly, pressing her body closer to his, nibble fingers running around his abs, chest and shoulders, barely touching, igniting his fire and the need for more “don’t talk….. just feel me….”

Barely a few hours ago they left the house, finally finding some time for the long-overdue date. The plan was simple – movie and dinner. Just spending time together with no rush, no fighting criminals, no patching wounds.

Well, it did not exactly go as it was supposed to.

Sure, they get to the movie theater, but from that, the things started to go downhill, making the date less than romantic.

“Can you go and buy the tickets, Jay? I’ll just take a quick stop by the bathroom.”

“Sure, princess. You go and powder your nose or whatever else you have to do.”

So she went. And when she came back, there was a unfamiliar girl talking to Jason and fucking twirling the strand of the hair on her finger, making doe eye at Y/N’s boyfriend, giggling in a way-too-friendly way.

“Are you here alone?” the girl smiled, putting a hand on his biceps. “It’s such a coincidence I am too. And I could really use some company. “

“I’m not really interested.” He muttered, moving away from her touch. Y/N was the only person in the whole world that were allowed to get this close to him.

“Why not? You seem like you are in need of a girl’s attention. Clearly you are touch starved and I know how to take care of a man.”

“I actually got a girlfriend.” He hissed

“ Really? She’s not doing much of a good job then” the girl laughed “besides, I don’t see her.”

“turn around!” Y/N called from behind, silent fury on her face as the girl spun and looked her up and down “now you see her.”

“I don’t see much.” The girl smirked, but before Y/N could start a fight, Jason stood up from his seat, wrapped an arm around her waist and led her straight toward the screening room, whispering soft, reassuring words in her ear and caressing her skin gently. That did not, however, stop Y/N from turning her head and throwing the daggers at that freak who dared to even come close to her Jason. She just smirked vindictively and both girls knew what that was supposed to mean. 

He’s going to be mine.

Well, over Y/N’s dead body.

Much to Y/N’s displeasure, the girl entered the same room and took a seat right next to  them. Oh, great, now the movie might as well not even exist. The only thing Y/N was able to concentrate on now was the smell of too much used perfume, slight, flirty giggling and annoying whispering.

“You know, I think you could play the main role in that movie” the girl whispered, not even trying to hide what she was saying to Jay “you are so much more handsome than the lead….”

“Could you just stay quiet?” he mumbled

“And so well-build” the girl continued, touching his chest “all muscles, so hot.”

“Will you stop this? I told you I’m not interested.”

“Come on, sunshine. You have a chance to take me home. Aren’t you at least a bit interested how it could be with someone who’s open to some experimentation? Not all vanilla?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Your girl, obviously. I know she can’t satisfy a man like you.”

“What the….”

“Enough!!” finally Y/N snapped and jumped to her feet, getting some shouting and cussing about disturbing the peace. Well she couldn’t care less.

“Y/N, baby, please sit down and try to relax….” Jason tried to calm her down, but she was past that. Her eyes were burning with rage and fury, possessiveness of him finding the way out.

“Relax? She’s trying to seduce you!”    

“And clearly it’s working” the girl laughed.

“Do you want to take this outside you little…..?!” before Y/N could finish that sentence one of the cinema worker appeared behind them and, well, to say the least, kicked them out. Awesome. One hell of  a date.

But frankly, it gave Y/N the opportunity to drag Jason back to their place and that’s how he ended up splayed on the bed with her straddling his lips and riding him like crazy, not allowing him to take any action or even a single breath.

“Baby….. princess…..” he whined grabbing on her hips and trying to force her to move faster. The slow, punishing pace she set was slowly making him crazy.  “please…. Don’t tease me. You know that girl there did not….”

“She was fucking flirting with you!” she hissed, pushing his hands away, pining them by his sides and slowing down even more making him throw head back in frustration “and you’re mine.” Leaning forward she started kissing his exposed neck, licking and biting hard enough to form a hickey. The sign of belonging.  In the most visible place he would never be able to hide. “I want you to remember that.”

“Y/N…..” he panted, once again trying to grab her hips, but being too whiny and putty and weak because of all her actions. He never needed to say a thing, the sounds, the groans and moans he was making telling her how much pleasure she was giving him. But…. She was possessive. She wanted more from him and wasn’t going to let go until he was completely falling apart beneath her. She wanted to make a mess out of him to the point where all he wanted was her , her body, her touches. She wanted to wipe the thought of the rest of the female race off his mind. He was supposed to think only about her.

“Do you want me to bond you?” her right hand started tracing patterns on his chest “cause I know how to do that my pretty boy. Unless you behave….”

“No…. no, please….. Ah, I ….. I want …. Y/N……”

“I love it when you say my name like that, Jaybrid.” She whispered in his ear, picking on the pace, skin slapping on skin, echoing through the empty, dark room.

“Y/N….” he whimpered, wanting more, more, more, but unable to ask her for it, settling on anything she would give him. Consumed by her. By the lust and need. And yet, still holding back. The way his face was twisting in pleasure, his eyes fluttering close, his breath hitching and how he was biting on his lower lip was telling her that he was fighting to conceal all the sounds she needed. Well not a chance.

“What do you want love?” one way or another, she was going to get them out. No matter the cost. And if biting on his earlobe, scratching his chest, grinding and circling the hips to create different angle and pushing past his limits was the way to achieve that she was not opposed to.  

“You…. I want you. Please…. So bad. More. More, please…”

“Tell me you love me.”

“I fucking love you. I love you. I am yours. Please, please…..Y/N. Y/n love, let me touch you. ”

“Jason…..” she whispered seductively, groping his pecks  “Jason…..” she was strong and the jealousy definitely spur on her dominant side, but she was still just a woman. With needs. And with her perfect man whining and begging for her.  And her control was slowly slipping. Slightly. “Yes. Touch me.” suddenly his hands were free, clutching her sides, pressing her closer, faster, further. Going in deeper, hitting that one spot where she needed him most.

“Ah!” it was now her turn to let out a moan. “Jason….”

“Y/N,….. Y/N…..” he chanted like a prayer, propping himself up, arms traveling to her back, trapping her  “I love you, I love you…. you….fuck,  so good.” Their sweaty bodies clung to each other almost like with glue, reaching for any part of each other they could possibly reach.

“Just good, huh?” she smirked, tangling fingers in his hair, pulling gently “just good?” her hot breath fanned over his sweaty, reddened face.

“Fucking perfect” he bit on her shoulder trying to muffle another groan and she shivered in pain and pleasure combined, tightening the grip on him, her hips moving on their own accord in the pace the legs were barely able to withstand. But she was far from giving up. She was going to catch her high.  

“Say my name again.” she commanded, breathily, being so close to the release. So fucking close. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Y/N.” his mouth travelled down her body, kissing her collarbone and sinking teeth in her the soft flesh of her breast, soothing the stinging pain with his tongue.

“Again!” she screamed throwing head back “Again!”

“Y/N. Mine. “

“Yes! Yes!” she screamed, holding him tighter “Jace, baby, god, please!” she was not going to let go before pushing him past his breaking point “Cum with me. Cum with me now! I fucking need you to cum! Inside, please, baby. Fill me!”

“Y/N!” at the end, overwhelmed by the feeling of her pussy clenching around him, his lustful brain finally helped him find enough strength to snap his hips against her, squeezing her hips tight enough to leave purple hand-shaped bruised.  “baby, my baby, my girl, my love.” He pressed his lips against her, kissing her frantically, with urgency and clashing teeth, throwing all his load inside her. So fucking deep, her entire body spasming in his embrace, nails clawing on his back, becoming one, not sure where he ended and she begun or the other way round.

“Y/N….” he panted pulling back and leaning his forehead on hers once his balls were empty and his cum was dripping from her pussy. “Baby….”

“You’re mine.” she managed to say “Mine. You hear me? Mine”

“Were you that jealous?” he raised an eyebrow

“Maybe. Maybe not. but fuck, you are just so hot whining underneath me.”

“I liked you on top.” He whispered leaning his head and pecking her lips gently, still keeping her in his embrace, their breaths slowly coming even.

“Really? Her eyes widened in surprise. “I mean of course you did. I am a fucking goddess.”

“Yes.” His flushed cheeks made this tank of a man look like a little, shy boy and damn, she loved that. She adored being the only one to make him this soft and submissive.

“We gotta do this more often than.”

@jasontoddsthickbabe - please forgive me, but I thought about tagging you.

[smutinlove]

JASON TODD- TRAINING ROOM ​-SUGGESTIVE

—thought of this and said, why not?

You walked into the training room, your eyes immediately searching for one man. Jason Todd. His black hair with a streak of white, his pearly teeth, the scars on his back... Fuck, sometimes you just want to pounce on him.

I mean, were you wrong for wanting to?

There he was, boxing. He was drenched in sweat. You took your eyes off of him and quickly went to the treadmill, turning it on and starting to walk.

But you couldn't get him out of your mind. The loud sounds the punching bag made as he hit. You took your eyes off of him and focused on the wall in front of you.

Was it always... pearly?

"Doll, you can keep looking, you know? I don't bite, babe." You heard his voice pang from behind you. And suddenly, your face was scarlet. "I wasn't—" "It's okay, you can keep looking," he said as he skillfully rid himself of his boxing gloves. He made his way to you and smirked. You continued walking on the treadmill, increasing and decreasing the incline every few minutes, trying to avoid his gaze.

"Don't be embarrassed, sweetheart. I've seen the way 'ya look at me." You tried hiding your face, but that's when he turned off the treadmill and pulled you close. His hand snaked up to your waist, and his other hand fell down to your ass, causing you to blush.

"Don't worry, love. I'll take of 'ya, 'ma."

───── ❝ authors note ❞ ─────

Is it obvious i don't know how a treadmill works??? IM SORRY. I ONLY DO PILATES AND CALISTHENICS

anyway this fic was shitty but oh well

i have no idea what i was doing with this fic but tbh i like it anyway i sort of based it off of a c.ia bot that my bbg @hiro--aoki made

<3

[debonairprincesposts]

You: You got a date yet Jason ?

Jason: No...

You: Well you do now! Get your ass up and hold my hand!

[redr0sewrites]

i love you most - Jason Todd x reader

🥀A/n: based on this, basically this is jason comforting u when ur having an anxiety attack

🥀Word Count: 1k

🥀Cw: anxiety, slight disassociation, angst to fluff, incredibly self indulgent

acknowledging that it was a chemical imbalance was one thing, but using it as an excuse was another. you knew you should have taken your medication, you knew you shouldn't have stayed up so late, and you knew that pushing yourself too far would make you anxious, and yet you did it anyway. blame and guilt wriggles its way deep into your chest, lodging itself like a stone in your stomach and refusing to let go of its chokehold on you.

a small part of your mind, that sounds suspiciously like your lovers voice, whispers that it's not your fault. that your valid and loved. but the louder, raging, violent anxiety drowns out that tiny voice, like a tumultuous storm engulfing a small boat.

the only sound within the darkness of yours and Jason's shared bedroom is your own ragged, heavy breathing. you bite down on your lip hard enough to draw blood, struggling to muffle your noises. it was bad enough that you had let yourself get anxious again, for no real reason at all, but it would be even worse if you woke up Jason. it was so rare that he got to sleep so comfortably besides you, and it wasn't fair to him.

it wasn't fair at all.

and yet, that didn't stop you from selfishly wanting him. attempting to self soothe, you start rocking in place, ignoring the tears welling in your eyes and the lump in your throat. you were barely aware of your nails digging into your scalp, fisting themselves into your hair as your breathing refuses to level out. tears of frustration slide down your cheeks, you hate this, you hate feeling this way. the anger only makes you cry harder, but at this point you can't even bring yourself to care.

your barely aware of rustling besides you, too engulfed in your own self depricating thoughts to notice Jason stirring.

"baby? you okay?" he murmurs, voice husky from sleep.

no. no no no no no. you weren't supposed to wake him, it was selfish, it was wrong, he was asleep and never got to rest and it wasn't fair-

"hey. hey, it's okay, its okay- fuck-" Jason sits up, immediately moving to place a comforting hand on your shoulder before stopping himself.

"can i touch you?" he whispers, and you nod fervently, collapsing against his chest with a soft sob as he wraps his arms around you. one hand rubs up and down your back while the other cups your face. your nails dig into his sides, pulling him impossibly close, but he doesn't even flinch.

"shh, shh, 's okay, i got you doll, i've got you. its okay." his words help soothe the raging storm in your head, but it isn't enough. guilt is still bubbling inside you, and you cry harder, sobs wrenching from deep within your chest.

"m sorry, 'm so sorry- hic- i can't-"

"shh, i know, it's okay. you don't have to be sorry, it's okay." his voice is calm and steady, like an anchor that weighs you down and keeps you steady. he continues rubbing your back, holding you as you rock back and forth, struggling to breathe. instead of digging into your own skin, Jason subtly makes sure your hands stay firm on his sides or back, where you couldn't do yourself any harm. its not long before you begin to level out, and Jason, as attuned as ever, notices as well.

"i need you to breathe for me, is that okay?" you nod, and he grabs one of your hands, and places it on his chest. "just breathe at the same time as me. it's going to be okay, i promise." you nod numbly, listening to his instructions without a second thought. you shake and threaten to burst into tears as your breathing refuses to regulate, but you swallow hard, refusing to succumb to the anxiety once again.

you hiccup a little as you begin to get more grounded. you've exhausted yourself, and you slump against Jason out of pure and utter fatigue. your breathing matches him almost perfectly, and you can hear his heart beat rhythmically in your ear.

"i'm so sorry for waking you," you whisper, voice cracking slightly as you speak. "i tried to stop it, i really did, im sorry-" Jason cuts you off by wrapping his arms even tighter around you, nestling you into the crook of his neck and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"don't apologize. i want you to wake me up, i promise. i would much rather have you wake me up so i can help you than leave you to suffer in silence..." he trails off, and you sigh.

"m sorry."

"s'ok. i get it. you should go to sleep," he accentuates his words with another kiss on the crown of your head, squeezing you impossibly tighter. "you look exhausted."

Jason lays down on his chest, pulling you with him so that your laying on top of him. you're quick to snuggle in close as sleep sounds very nice at the moment, and with your anxiety mostly gone, exhaustion had appeared in its wake. Jason rubs your back absentmindedly as you begin to drift. your eyes are burning from all the crying, and you soon find yourself much less than conscious.

just as sleep begins to claim you, Jason speaks in a low rumble.

"i love you, doll. i hope you know that."

mustering up all of the strength you have left, you giggle softly. "i love you more," you whisper, inhaling his comforting scent.

"not possible. i love you most."

un proof read and un checked because um. yea. based on a real life scenario except there was no Jason and i made up with this mini fic idea in my head instead of actually coping lmao. i tried to keep the cause of the anxiety very ambiguous to appeal to readers, but overall this was definitely very self indulgent and based on my own personal experiences w anxiety. anyways!!!! hope u enjoyed, MY 2K EVENT REQS ARE DEFINITELY STILM OPEN I NEED MOREEE HEHE

[lambsouvlaki]

Shelter from the Storm - Relief

Characters: AK!Jason Todd x fem!oc

Rating and warnings: E, hand job (f!receiving), orgasm delay, soft dom!Jason.

Word Count: 250

Summary: Jason is a terrible tease.

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“Maybe you’d like to stop?” Jason drawled.

She shook her head. Damp hair stuck to her forehead. He brushed it back. 

“I’m going to break you,” he promised into her ear. 

“Go on then,” she panted. 

Her legs trembled and threatened to close. He pulled them up over his thighs. She gripped his wrist and thigh tightly. Her chest heaved with every breath. He pulled back, again. She keened at the loss. 

Still, she didn’t ask for relief.

He nuzzled into her cheek, amazed at her endurance. Just how far could she go? He fed off of her soaring pleasure and denial both.

“You won’t outlast me,” he whispered. “I’m a patient man.”

Hungry, needy eyes looked up at him from a body utterly empty of resistance. Tears trailed freely down her cheeks. Her voice had turned raspy and weak. He flicked a thumb over a neglected nipple, and she cried out. 

He brought her to the precipice again. He had worked out how to hold her there, denying her rest time.

Her hand fluttered over his hand. Her eyes closed. 

“Please,” she whispered. It was a broken sob. 

He wrapped a hand lightly around her throat and rubbed his thumb gently over a tendon. 

“What was that?”

“Please, Jason, let me come.”

“Beautiful,” he sighed.

[theredhood-jasontodd]

*Jason is casually searching around the room*

Dick: Hey Jason, what’re you looking for?

Jason: My will to live.

*Y/N walks into the room*

Jason: Oh, there it is.

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Never leaving

Jason todd x (platonic) reader

Summary: Jason finds out you've gone missing following the escape of Joker. He won't allow the Joker to inflict on you what he suffered. Jason won't stop at anything to bring you home.

Word count: 950

Warning: angst

Jason was furious. he had just found out the Joker escaped Arkham again, but surprisingly that wasn't the main reason for his rage. You had gone missing three days ago. the whole bat family had been looking for you but not a single one had bothered to bring it up to Jason, typical. He had quite the altercation with Batman due to the fact.

“Why didn't you tell me!” He yelled throwing his fist in the bat’s direction. “It’s not like youre around much Jason” Bruce stated grabbing his wrist, Jason pulled back “This is different. You know me and y/n are closer,” he said through gritted teeth. “And jokers back, with her missing, and it's been a week. A goddamn week!” Jason screamed “We are doing our best Jason, i know what you-“Bruce was cut off “And you know if anyone can find him, it's me!” He pounded on his chest “And you'd be out of control!” Bruce shouted “And the last time you decided to do things your way with the Joker, i died. I won't let you do that to y/n. She doesn't deserve that”Jason put on his helmet and sped out of the batcave on his motorcycle

Jason wasn't very close with any of the bat's adopted family but you were different. You met Jason on a mission months after being taken in by Bruce. After that day you asked who he was and his story, and instead of being disappointed you understood. Apart of you agreed with the way he did things but the other half didn't want to disappoint Batman, he understood. You started spending your patrol nights with him and despite his hard-ass personality, you grew closer. You were the only one who treated him like true family. You were his little sister and he'd die all over again for you.

He didn't know what scared him more, you being dead or being alive with the Joker. Jason searched endlessly and picked up a pattern the Joker had left behind. He was holding you at a warehouse, originally clearly. Jason pinned the location and drove as fast as he could. When he arrived he kicked down the door storming into the dark room “You're going to ruin all the fun!” That to happy voice called. “Step out joker!” He yelled pulling out his gun. “Boo hoo, I've nearly gotten to teach her any manners” The joker stepped in front of Jason. Jason wasted no time knocking him on his ass. “Where is she?!” Jason demanded. “Now why would i tell you that? Don't worry I'll return her like new… like you” The Joker started to laugh. A loud bang was heard with silence following. Jason had killed the bastard with no regret.

Jason searched the warehouse calling your name, worry grew with every passing second until he reached the back where he found a locket door. He docked the door off its hinges and entered the room. “Y/n!” He screamed seeing your body weakly curled in the corner covered in blue and red. “Jason..” your voice rasp “Don't speak,” he said placing his jacket over your body as most of your suit had been ripped off. “It's my fault, i went after him alone” you began to cry “None of this is your fault! Now please be quiet and let me help you,” he said grabbing your shoulders. He bandaged what he could and hoisted you on his back, piggyback as he began to walk out.

“Shit” he mumbled seeing the batmobile in the distance. It stopped in front of him and Batman wasted no time making his way in front of Jason “You're late” Jason stated in a monotone voice. “What happened?” Batman asked “Same thing that happened last time, but i stopped it” Jason replied. “You killed him?” He asked “Don't worry, killing him the last 2 times didn't last long” Jason said with annoyance. “Y/ns coming home with me,” Bruce said holding out his arms. “I don't think so,” Jason said making his way to his bike “She needs medical Jason!” Batman yelled “I've learned,” Jason said throwing a mean glare. Jason sat the both of you on his bike wrapping your arms around his waist. “Y/n?” Batman questioned in a stern tone. “Jason..” you said weakly turning away from Bruce. Jason saw the hurt on his face “Call if you need anything” he said to Jason before turning back “Sure”

You groaned regaining consciousness, when you tried sitting up two hands softly pushed you back down onto the pillow “Stay down” a voice called. You slowly open your eyes seeing Jason stitch up your leg. He finished and softly placed down your leg “you might feel a little groggy from the anesthesia” he explained “Where are we?” You asked “My safe house, your safe here.” He said pulling the blanket over you. “Jason, he told me what he did to you…” Jason sighed tucking in the covers “Don't worry about me” he replied standing up. “I'll leave you to get some rest” he turned around but was quickly stopped by your hand wrapping around his wrist.

“I don’t wanna be alone” you whined “I'll just be across the hall” he explained removing your hand “Please Jason, don't leave me now” Your voice cracked and your eyes displayed a fear he knew all too well. He sat at the side of the bed. “I'll be here when you wake up,” he said whipping away your tears, you gave a weak smile before allowing yourself to drift to sleep. Jason gently took your hand into his, caressing his thumb over your knuckles, “i won't ever leave you”

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hii i love ur writing! do u mind writing vigilante reader x jason doing undercover with their own cases (iceberg lounges perhaps) and they stumble across each other not knowing one another doing undercover and theyre both trying not to be exposed? could be just fluff or lotta tension or nsfw whatever you preferred! thankuuu xx

Thank you! Oh my gosh, this is so good! I actually kind of want to write more … 🤭 so let me know if you have any ideas on what you visualise happening next!

Undercover

Warnings: explicit descriptions of sex.

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     He sat sprawled out on the sofa in one of the private booths at the iceberg lounge. He’d set up a meeting with Roland De Fleures - an international arms dealer who’d recently been seen around Gotham. He was very likely planning on striking a deal with the Penguin, so Jason knew he had to get to him first. He glanced up from the blueprints Roland had been sharing with him, an unreadable expression on his face. 

     “And you’re sure one of these can take out that flying rat’s armoured tank?” Oh, that was good. He’d have to remember that insult for the next time he was face-to-face with Batman.

     “Yes! Definitely! We’ve already tested these missiles on tanks out in the Middle East,” Roland assured him enthusiastically. Then he leaned closer to Jason, a conspiratorial look on his face. “They can take out anything.”

     Jason smirked softly at Roland. Maybe he should just let him test it out once - just once. Just enough to take down the Bat’s ego a peg or two. “Sounds good. Let’s toast to it.”

     Roland turned to one of his men and gestured for him to get them drinks. The man got up to go to the bar, but then paused suddenly, prompting the rest of the group to follow his gaze. They held their breaths when they saw a gorgeous young woman walk in. She was clothed in a sleeveless green velvet dress that fell to her mid-calves and had a long slit in the side, exposing her tanned skin. She brushed her curly hair behind her ear, then glanced over at them with a naughty smile. Then her gaze met Jason’s and the both of them froze.

     Holy shit! What the actual hell was that idiot doing here?! Shit. He must have hacked into Batman’s files again to try to sabotage one of their missions. She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes at him in a challenging expression, then she turned back to the bartender. Well, hell if she was going to let him ruin this for her. She refused to look back at the group again, focusing all her attention on her drink instead, but her heart sped up slightly when she caught Jason’s familiar soap and leather scent curling through the air around her. He slid onto the chair next to hers.

     “What are you doing here, princess?” He hissed out through gritted teeth.

     X turned to face him, an unbothered smile fixed on her features. “I think I should be the one asking you that question, Mr …”

     “Matthew.” An incredulous snort escaped her lips before she could catch it and Jason frowned at her reaction. 

     “You don’t look like a ‘Matthew’,” X argued, swirling her straw around her drink before leaning forward to take another sip. Jason’s eyes fell to the way she closed her lips around the straw and his mouth suddenly went dry when she began sucking on it gently. He swallowed hard, then shook his head, forcing himself back to reality.

     “You can go home and tell Bruce that I don’t need a babysitter,” he grumbled. X shot him an exasperated look, then she stood up and placed her hands on his knees, forcing his legs apart so she could slip between them.

     “Look, Matthew.” She curled her fingers around the collar of his jacket and casually began adjusting his outfit. “I didn’t come here to babysit you.”

     She lifted her gaze to his and though she continued to smile, he didn't miss the dangerous glint in her eyes.

     “I came here to find out who De Fleures already has in his back pocket,” she continued, sliding her hands up his shoulders and around his neck. She pushed her fingers into his hair as she brought her lips closer to his ear, then she whispered threateningly, “so don’t f*ck this up for me. Got it, baby bird?”

     Shit. He couldn’t tell whether his body was heating up from his irritation at her words, or if it was because of how close they had suddenly become, her warm breath tickling his neck, her soft curves pressed up against him. He sucked in a breath of air and glared at her when she pulled back to look at him, but she just blinked at him innocently. “Well? Aren’t you going to introduce me to your new friends?”

     He ground his teeth together as they got up and he began leading her to his booth. “Gentlemen, allow me to introduce Irina Morozova. I’m sure you’ve heard of her father: Fyodor Morozova?” 

     X tensed up at the cover he’d fabricated for her: he’d just introduced her as the daughter of a prominent Russian crime lord. Which meant that she’d have to put on an accent the entire night. Oh, she’d get him back for this someday soon.

     Roland jumped to his feet, his eyes wide with awe: how could he have been so lucky to have such a wonderful opportunity just fall into his lap?! Maybe he should consider moving to this city permanently! “Miss Morozova! Of course! How lovely to meet you!”

     X smiled as she held a hand out for him to shake. “Yes, indeed. And you are?” 

     She took a step back and curled up against Jason’s side, dutifully playing the role of a spoiled young woman alone in a foreign country.

     “Roland,” he introduced himself. “Roland De Fleures. Please, have a seat, Miss Morozova.” He gestured to the sofa Jason had been sitting on, then sank back into his own seat when they’d both sat down again.

     Jason slung his arm over the back of the chair, giving X the space to settle against him. 

     “I informed Mr Morozova of our meeting today,” he explained to Roland, “so he sent his daughter over to see whether or not you would be worth taking a chance on, Mr De Fleures.”

     X slid her hand up and down Jason’s chest as she grinned up at him. “Da. Matthius was telling us that you are in the business of lightweight, terrestrial missiles?”

     Roland’s eyes lit up at her words and he pulled out his blueprints again. 

     “You know,” X began, leaning over to murmur in Jason’s ear as Roland began explaining his weapons to her, “I wasn't intending on playing the bimbo flavour of the week when I got here.”

     Jason trailed his nails gently along her bare arm, then he bent over to rest his head on her shoulder. X sucked in a breath and clenched her abs to stop her body from reacting inappropriately to the gravelly sound of his voice. “And I wasn't intending on you being here at all. So I guess we both lose.”

     X gave an awkward chuckle, then turned her attention back to Roland. 

     “So?” Roland questioned, smiling at her nervously. “What do you think your father will think?”

     X ran her hand up and down Jason’s torso again as she pretended to think about it and it took everything in him to keep his breathing steady.

     “If Matthius says it’s good, it’s good.” She tilted her head back to give Jason another enamoured smile and his heart fluttered against his own will. “Papa adores Matthius. It is why he trusts him with his precious daughter, da?”

     Roland chuckled heartily with the rest of his group. “Yes, yes. Johnny! Get a round of drinks for the table. What will you have, Miss Morozova?”

     X bit her lip as she thought about it. 

     “A cosmopolitan?” she suggested, fluttering her eyelashes at Jason in question.

     “Whatever you want, babydoll,” he replied before lowering his head to mutter in her ear. “You’d better be able to hold your alcohol, princess.” 

     X laughed softly, as if he’d just said something funny. Then she turned her head towards his. “Don’t worry about me, sweetheart.”

     She caught his earlobe between her teeth and tugged on it gently before releasing it and facing Roland again. Jason clenched the edge of the sofa as he resisted the urge to touch her. F*ck. Did she have to be so soft? He straightened slightly as she began talking to the rest of the group, trying to focus back on their mission. “Target is the one sitting on Roland’s right. He’s got the thumbdrive in his jacket. Looks like it’s under his arm.”

     X tried to pay attention as he lowered his arm to her waist and began casually stroking her side. She caught the man’s eye as she reached for her drink and lowered her head shyly before peeking up at him again from beneath her eyelashes. The man gulped in response and she knew that she had him right where she wanted him.

     “So, how are you finding America, Miss Morozova?” Roland asked. X pretended to take a sip of her, then she set it back down on the table before leaning her head against Jason’s chest.

     “It is … dull?” she admitted, putting on the bored air of a spoiled heiress. She reached up to undo the third button on Jason’s shirt, then she slipped her hand beneath the material. “But the men are all right.” 

     She glanced back at her target with a naughty smile and he shyly broke her gaze again.

    Holy shit! He was starting to get dizzy from the way she was running her hand across his bare skin! And in front of everyone too! F*ck, it felt good. He slid his hand a little lower down her back, just grazing the curve of her ass, then smirked slightly when he felt her suck in a breath. 

     She gritted her teeth, doing her best to ignore the way her body had started to warm at his touch. But two could play this game. She lifted her leg and draped it over his thigh, letting the material of her dress slip away to reveal her smooth skin. “Have you ever been to Russia, Mr Roland?”

     She leaned forward to take another sip of her drink again, allowing her target a glimpse of her ample cleavage.

     “Oh, no,” Roland replied. “But hopefully I will be able to make a trip there soon?”

     X smiled knowingly as she wrapped herself back around Jason, this time sliding her arms around his neck as well. F*ck, she was driving him crazy! He rested his arm back on the sofa, then glided his other hand up her bare thigh.

     She couldn’t stop herself from shivering at the feeling of his rough palm sliding against her skin. She tilted her head back to whisper in his ear. “I’m gonna get him alone. Can you pretend to kiss my neck before I go?”

     Pretend? He’d do her one better. He bent over and teasingly brushed his lips up the side of her neck. He flicked his tongue out at her earlobe when he reached it, then dug his fingers into her thigh as he tugged on it with his teeth.  

     This time, she clenched all her muscles as she held her target’s gaze, refraining from reacting too intensely to Jason’s lips and tongue all over her. Shit, he was good. She stood up and smiled at Jason before shooting her target a conspiratorial look as she walked away. And as expected, the man quickly excused himself, discreetly heading in the same direction she had. Jason kept his gaze trained on him as he walked away, his blood starting to boil. He knew she’d be able to take care of herself, but … God, he felt like breaking every bone in that man’s body at the thought of what might come next. Instead, he swallowed down his rage and rejoined the conversation with Roland.

     She set her purse down on the chaise in one of the private rooms in the back of the lounge. She knew she didn’t have much time, so she quickly poured some whiskey into two glasses before slipping a little sleep medication into one of them. She set the glass with the medication down on the small table in the middle of the room, then sat back with her own glass, settling herself into a seductive pose. Eventually, the man entered the room, visibly nervous. X patted the space beside her, fixing him with a warm smile, and he relaxed. “You know, I never caught your name, Mr …”

     “Rick,” he supplied, taking the glass on the table in front of him and swallowing down a large gulp. 

     “Hmm. Rick,” she repeated carefully. She brushed his hair gently, trying to put him at ease. “So shy, Rick.” 

     Then she climbed on top of him suddenly, straddling his lap, her glass still in her hand. She leaned back to set it down on the table, then placed her hands on his shoulders.

     “I don't bite, Rick,” she reassured him, moving one hand to cup his cheek and brushing her thumb across his lower lip. She gasped softly as his lips parted in response to her touch, then she flicked her gaze up to his and grinned. “Unless you want me to.”

     Rick swallowed hard and took another gulp of his drink, wanting to work up his courage. X snickered softly as he finished his glass, then she took it from his hands and set it down on the table beside hers. She returned her attention to him and fiddled with the collar of his shirt before running her hands down his body. 

     “I was worried you wouldn't notice me, Rick.” She pouted up at him and he smirked softly at her as he raised a hand to her face.

     “It would be impossible not to notice you, Miss Morozova.” He stroked her cheek as his eyes roved over her face, taking in her sweet features. “You're so beautiful even a blind man wouldn't be able to miss you.”

     X tilted her head as she smiled at his praise and Rick’s eyes darkened with lust. Then she let her eyelashes flutter shut as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. 

     “Mmm …” A soft groan rumbled out of his chest as she kissed him and he tightened his grip on her waist as he began to reciprocate. X rolled her hips against his as she sucked on his tongue, teasing him mercilessly. It was always easier if she could get them aroused: then the sleeping medication would kick in faster. It only lasted for about fifteen minutes though: long enough for her to conduct her search, but not so long that the others would get suspicious and come looking for him.

     “Shit,” Rick cursed under his breath as she nipped his lower lip. He slid his hands up her thighs and X started undoing the buttons of his shirt as he kissed her again. But f*ck, all she could think about was f*cking Jason Todd! His strong arms and his broad chest and that infuriating smirk he'd shoot her with his wide lips. She clutched the collar of Rick's shirt and lowered her mouth to his neck, licking and sucking on his skin as her p*ssy grew warmer and warmer. And holy shit, he probably had such a good f*cking dick too: thick and long and just so f*cking delicious! F*ck.

     “M-Miss … Miss Morrrrozzzzooo?” Rick stammered, his words getting more slurred as the drowsiness began to overcome him. It wasn’t long before he was knocked out completely, laying back around the sofa with his eyes closed.

     X sighed and took a moment to steady her breathing before she got off of him. F*cking Jason Todd. She reached under his jacket and found the thumbdrive in a hidden pocket sewn into the material just below his arm. She slipped it carefully into her purse before taking a plain one out and replacing it in his pocket, then she got to work setting the scene. She unbuckled Rick’s belt and unzipped his pants before reaching into his underwear and pulling him out. She slipped her hand between her legs and collected some of the c*m she'd started leaking at the thought of having Jason's big, strong arms squeezing her against his hard muscles, then she coated the length of Rick’s dick in it. Finally, when she’d finished, she sat back and waited patiently for him to awaken.

     “W-Wha …?” Rick mumbled, slowly coming to. “What happened?”

     X placed her hand on his chest and smiled up at him in amusement. “You fell asleep, Rick.” 

     She pushed herself to her knees, moving to get up, but paused to whisper in his ear. “That was a good f*ck though, Rick. I will let Mr Roland know we are moving forward with the deal.”

     She grinned, then adjusted her dress before leaving to return to their booth.

     Jason watched her carefully as she walked back over to him. He tried to search her for signs of sex, but he wasn’t exactly sure what he should be looking for. A rosy glow? An expression of pure delight? She didn’t seem to be conveying any of that though - just a smug smirk to let him know that the job had been done.

     She sank back into his side, draping herself comfortably over him again. “Got it.”

     He curled his arm back around her side, but all he could think about was where the other man’s hands had been: her breasts? Her ass? He’d be paying him a good visit tonight in his Red Hood guise.

     “Matthius,” X whined. “I’m tired. Take me back to my room?” 

     She rearranged her features into a drunken expression and he gripped her chin in his hand. But why did he care so much anyway? She’d already made it clear that she couldn’t stand him. Well, that wasn’t true; she couldn’t stand him when he messed up her mission. Which kind of honestly was what he’d done. Aside from that though, they got along pretty well. She was the only one who’d never take any of his bullshit, but she never forced him past his boundaries either. He let his hand drift down her front, following his fingers with his eyes as they traced the outlines of her curves. Then he pressed a kiss to her forehead. 

     “If you’ll excuse me, Mr Roland, I must get Miss Morozova back to her suite. I’ll discuss your terms with Mr Morozova and get back to you soon.” He kept X pressed against his side when he got up, as if he were trying to help her balance. Then he nodded at the group in farewell. “Expect my call.”

     They headed over to his car and X grinned at Jason playfully after getting into the passenger’s seat. “Good job, Matthius. Papa is going to be so happy with your work.”

     He raised his eyebrows at her fake accent and his heart fluttered when she giggled at his expression. But he forced his attention back to the road. An uncomfortable silence soon settled over them and X fiddled with the radio as she tried to figure out what to say. Soon, they stopped at a red light and she slid her gaze over to Jason, one hand over his mouth as he tapped his fingers on the wheel in irritation.

     “Tell me,” she demanded finally. Jason gave her a questioning look, then started the car again when the light turned green.

     “Tell you what, princess?” he drawled lazily. She couldn’t remember when he’d started calling her that, but it felt like forever ago. She’d been annoyed at it first, finding it rather condescending, but it had grown on her over time - it made her feel … safe. Like he was always going to want to protect her, even when he knew she was perfectly capable of protecting herself.

     “Tell me what’s bothering you,” she elaborated. 

     “What makes you think something’s bothering me?” His tone was cool, giving nothing away, and X felt her frustration start to grow. 

     “Don’t lie to me, Jason,” she warned him, her tone firm. Then she softened. “I’m supposed to be the one person you can always tell the truth to. Just like you’re my person.”

     But how could he tell her the truth when the secret was about her? He pulled into her apartment complex, using the spare key card she’d given him - well, ‘given’ wasn’t the right word considering he’d just never returned it to her after she’d forgotten it in his car on one of the numerous nights he’d dropped her off at home. He waited until he was parked in her spot to speak. 

     “Did you …” He tapped his fingers on the wheel, the uncomfortable heat building up in him again. “Did he touch you?”

     X shifted in her seat, caught off guard by the vehemence in his tone. “No more than you did.”

     He clenched his jaw, thinking of all the places he’d touched her that night: his hand on her ass, his fingers on her thigh, his lips against her neck. He was going to murder that b*stard. “You didn’t have to do that, you know? I could have-”

     “Jason.” X turned to face him, keeping her tone calm and her expression relaxed. “I’m fine. I gave him a sleeping medication. I don’t just go around having sex with random men, you know.” 

     She shot him an amused look as she got out of the car and the tension eased from his body slightly at her confirmation that she hadn’t had sex with the guy. 

     “Are you jealous?” X teased him as they waited for the lift, her heart thudding with hope at his response. But he just snorted at her question dismissively.

     “No.”

     The disappointment weighed down on her shoulders as they got into the lift and they fell silent again as it carried them up to her floor. Jason clasped his hands behind his back and shifted awkwardly in position. “Did you … want me to-”

     “Yes,” she said before he could even finish his sentence. He startled at her directness and turned to meet her gaze, the sound of his heartbeat pounding in her ears. Finally, he stepped forward and wrapped her up in his arms, pressing his lips to hers. They kissed one another with equal desperation as they stumbled out of the lift and to her apartment. X fumbled around for her keypad, trying to unlock her door as Jason refused to let her go, and soon, he was pushing the door open and they were slipping each other’s clothes off. 

     “Wait.” Jason stopped her quickly before she could kneel to untie his shoes. “I’ll do that. You go check the drive.”

     X nodded and raced to her bedroom to plug the thumb drive into her laptop and begin the de-encryption process. She could pass the drive to Barbara to properly go through later, but she had to make sure that she’d gotten the right drive in the first place. She felt Jason come up behind her and she went dizzy as the scent of him washed over her.

     He clenched and unclenched his fingers around the back of her chair, barely hanging onto his restraint by a thread. Finally, the file loaded and the two of them scanned through it quickly.

     “It’s got all his contacts; everything we wanted.” X twisted her head back to look up at him and Jason’s eyes grew dark as they landed on her face. 

     “Great. We’ll get it to Babs tomorrow.” He wasted no time in pulling her out of the chair, then he began kissing her again as he backed her towards her bed. He lifted her onto his hips when her legs hit the edge and climbed onto the mattress to set her down beneath him. His mouth watered as he allowed himself a moment to admire her beautiful form, her curvy little body all wrapped up in her soft velvet dress, then he slid his hands up her thighs to take her clothes off. X let out a soft gasp as his hands glided over her breasts and Jason sucked in a breath at the feeling as well. Then finally, she was exposed to him almost completely and he momentarily lost the ability to think. F*ck, she looked delicious. 

     Her breaths shallowed when she saw the way he looked at her. She reached her hands out to him and he obediently lowered himself on top of her, his soft lips landing back on hers again. His kisses were slower this time, their tongues tangling together like they had all the time in the world to taste one another. X snuck her hands beneath the hem of his shirt and ran them up his chest to take it off. She felt herself grow damp between the legs when his muscular torso became exposed to her. Jason sat back and smirked at the lustful look on her face before holding his hands out to her. “Come here, princess.”

     She closed her eyes as they rolled back in her head at the sound of the smugness in his tone. Shit, he was so f*cking hot! So unfairly sexy! She jumped onto his lap and curled herself tightly around him as their lips found one another’s again.

     “Mmm, f*ck,” Jason groaned as she began moving her hips against his feverishly. His fingers tangled in the waistband of her underwear and X pushed herself to her knees so he could take it off. Jason got her to turn around, guiding her onto her hands and knees, then he lowered himself onto the bed and started licking her from the back.

     “Ooohhh …” X moaned as he worked on her slowly, his tongue swirling around her p*ssy before he closed his lips around her and sucked on her softly. She got down on her elbows, then started moving her hips against his mouth, grinding herself harder against him. Jason chuckled softly and sat back up, waiting for her to turn around. But she just lifted her legs one by one and rested them on his shoulders. He grinned widely as he grabbed her legs to steady her, then he delved back into her p*ssy.

     Holy freaking shit, his tongue was amazing! F*ck, how had she … How had she waited so long to do this?! She arched her back as her pleasure peaked, then she wriggled against him as her nerves exploded with bliss.

     He set her back down and licked her essence off his lips. F*ck, she tasted good. He couldn’t wait to spend the rest of the night teasing her and rolling around in bed together, the both of them exploring one another’s bodies with equal appreciation.

     She panted heavily as she turned around to face him. Her heart fluttered with excitement at the delighted look on his face and she patted the space beside her as she sat up, gesturing for him to lay down. Jason did as she said, rolling over onto his back and propping himself up against the headrest. She grinned at the smirk he fixed her with as he waited for her next command, then she climbed up onto his lap. 

     His hands came around her waist as she leaned forward to kiss him again and she let out a contented sigh when he began running them all over her body. Her hips started moving again as his fingers closed around her breasts and she whined with desperation before pushing herself to her knees and pawing at his pants.

     Jason chuckled at her adorable little pout, but he refuses to let her take off his pants just yet. Instead, he lowered one hand and slipped it between her legs, playing with her p*ssy while his lips found her nipple. He sucked and licked her slowly, teasingly, and soon, her hips began stuttering against his hand. Jason pulled her breast into his mouth and held her firmly in position as she came again, the excited wriggling of her body causing his cock to press angrily against his pants.

     X sat back down once she'd ridden out her high and allowed herself a moment to calm down. Then she grabbed hold of his waistband and looked up at Jason with wide eyes. “Jay? Can I …?”

     F*ck, she was cute. He removed his hands from around her waist and sat back expectantly, nodding down at his groin. “Do whatever you want, princess. It’s all yours anyway.”

     X swallowed hard as she grew wet - again - at his words. She undid his pants and ripped them off hastily, revealing him to her completely. Her mouth watered at the sight of his cock already red and swollen, angrily demanding her attention. She curled her fingers carefully around his shaft and stroked him a few times before lowering herself onto the bed.

     “Oh my god,” she moaned, her nerves lighting up with pleasure at the feeling of his thick girth sliding in and out of her mouth. Holy shit, he was big! He was going to feel so good filling up her p*ssy after this.

     He tried to snicker at her awed reaction, but was too aroused by how f*cking amazing her mouth felt, wrapped around his cock. X took him even deeper into her throat, then swallowed around him and Jason found himself twisting his fingers in the bed sheets as he fought to contain his pleasure. “F*ck!”

     She dragged him out of her mouth and climbed back up onto his lap, positioning her hole over his rigid cock. A pleased hiss escaped her lips as she lowered herself onto him and her eyes rolled back in her head at how full he made her feel. “Hooolyyy sssshit, Jay … Ssso … Sssso good …”

     His head fell back against the headboard as she started bouncing on his dick, his brain going numb as a wave of arousal waved over him. Shit, she was so f*cking wet for him that he just slid in and out of her with almost no resistance at all.

     “Oh my God, Jay! Can you just imagine … if I was actually a spoiled heiress … and you just worked for my super-rich dad …” X panted, her core setting aflame at the memory of how arrogant he’d looked, sitting there with his legs spread wide as she’d draped herself over him so possessively. “A-And he had no idea … that you’d let his precious little princess … pleasure herself on your cock every time you came over?”

     “F*ck!” Jason grabbed her waist to hold her in position as he released his c*m inside of her, his warm seed gushing into her womb and finally granting him his relief.

     She cried out as her body exploded with pleasure, her every nerve tingling with delight as her p*ssy squeezed his dick inside of her. God, he felt amazing.

     His chest heaved with shallow breaths as he brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He’d just only come but already, he could feel his body start heating up again at the feeling of being nestled inside her warm, tight little p*ssy. “Are you satisfied, princess? Did I make daddy’s little girl happy?”

     X giggled softly and wrapped her arm around his neck, leaning forward to bring her mouth closer to his.

     “Mmm, always. You’re so good to me, Matthius. Me and Papa both.” She tilted her head to press her lips to his neck and dragged her tongue across his skin, causing a groan to rumble out of Jason's chest. “I’ll make sure to tell him how well you always perform for me.”

     She laughed again and the two of them spent the rest of the night tumbling around in each other's arms.