#j. todd x reader

[jtoddsangel]

ordinary things.

jason todd and ya'lls little gestures of love. those subtle touches, stolen kisses, clandestine whispers, and other acts of service.

like gently brushing away your hair when you're rambling, or subconsciously reaching for your hand in any crowd. always willing to carry your bags, books and drinks. smiling at each other through the mirror when brushing your teeth, and reading together before bed.

(not so) begrudgingly allowing you to play with his hands. tracing over his tattoos when you're bored, drawing invisible hearts on the inside of his palm. sometimes you tell him to close his eyes, and he has to guess what you're writing or drawing.

kissing away your tears when you cry, kissing your frostbitten nose in the winter, kissing in the rain and in the sunshine. tending to his wounds, kissing his bruised knuckles and kissing just because you want to.

twirling you around in the kitchen to cheesy love songs, binge watching shitty rom coms and eating ice cream, nudging your shoulder and snickering at every corny joke. sneaking onto the couch beside him after an argument because even though he pisses you off, you still love him.

there are hello kitty stickers and lipstick stains on his motorcycle helmet. you made him a floral ashtray for the cigarettes you told him to stop smoking. books, candles and house plants attire your shared apartment. his bed and every piece of clothing smells like your perfume.

[dntaed]

Jason’s known you for a year now, a year that’s turned his life into something brighter, something more than it ever was. It’s as if he’s a star, suddenly glowing with a light he didn’t know he had, basking in the warmth of it all.

But Jason’s family doesn’t know yet. He hasn’t told them about you. You’re tucked away from them, like the Polaroid he keeps of the two of you at the fair, hidden in his wallet. Like the black-and-white photo of you curled up next to him on the couch, cup in hand, dozing off—his home screen, a little secret he holds close.

Right now, in the manor’s kitchen, Jason angles his phone away from the one person who’s in the room—Alfred—as he hurriedly types a message to you. His fingers glide across the screen, almost too fast, as if he can’t get your words to him fast enough. But then, Alfred speaks, his voice soft yet pointed.

“How long have you known them?”

Jason looks up quickly, eyes meeting Alfred’s. The older man’s lips curl into a gentle, knowing smile, and it only deepens when he adds, “You smile at your phone whenever they text you. I also believe you’ve set a special ringtone just for them.”

Jason’s cheeks flush pink as he tries to hide his reaction, fumbling for words.

“A year,” he blurts, clearing his throat. “I’ve known them for a year. They asked me out. We’ve been together for a few months now.”

Alfred leans in a little, his curiosity piqued. “Mm? A year?” He raises an eyebrow, his smile widening.

Jason scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, eyes darting back to his phone. “Yeah, a year. And now we’re together.”

Alfred’s eyes soften. “Can I meet them?”

If Jason had been asked this before, his answer would’ve been a definite no—protective, defensive. You were his safe place, his home, and the thought of introducing you to his complicated family was terrifying. But now? With Alfred asking, it doesn’t feel so scary. It doesn’t feel scary at all.

The thought of you meeting one of the most important people in his life doesn’t seem nearly as daunting as it used to. In fact, it feels right.

Jason looks up, eyes meeting Alfred’s, and his answer is soft but certain.

“Yes, I’d like that.”

[bycherrygirl]

▌ ﹙ JASON TODD，notes of the void ﹞

₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ ONE SHOTS !

001. all of this silence & patience... ━━ jason todd is a yearner & a true lover boy. when he loves, he loves hard yet quietly. he doesn’t express his affection through grand gestures but through the little things▰remembering your favorite song lyrics, the exact shade of your favorite color, & writing love letters he’ll never send because he’s too shy.

002. call it what you want ! ━━ after a rough(er than usual) night, jason peter todd seeks comfort in your arms.

003. cause every time i get too close i go mess it up ! ━━ jason todd has never had a knack for soft things. love has always seemed like something he might shatter if he gripped it too hard. but tonight, he allows himself to believe in it. in you. in the way you looks at him as if he's something worth loving. he observes you, yearns for you, & knows you're his favorite type of chaos. he promises he'll worship you in every quiet manner he can▰until the night is over, until the world disappears, until all that remains is your name on his lips.

004. i love you, harvey, i don't care !

005. i need you to run to me, run to me, lover ! ━━ jason doesn't like it when you're away. but he doesn't like it. & after an entire week without you, he's clinging by his fingernails. the moment you step through the door, he's all over you▰gripping, kissing, taking every second you were away back. he's needy, desperate, & legit refuses to let you leave. not that you mind.

₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ HEADCANONS !

001. i'm your man, i'm your woman, i'm your goddess, i'm your fool ! ━━ jason todd with a silena beauregard coded! reader

₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ BLURBS !

001. kissy face ! kissy face ! ━━ what happens if your boyfriend & your lipstick collabs

002. like real people do ! ━━ you became the only exception

₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ SMAU !

001. heaven is a place on earth with you !

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[enviedear]

my personal hc is that Jason has slightly fluffier and tighter curls and Dick has beachy wavy curls. It takes Jason a little longer than Dick to dry his hair and he has a routine that he forgets sometimes to go through(courtesy of Alfred)

i agree omg !!

i feel like dick can wake up with pretty hair—but jason—he’s gotta put in work. the white streaks in his hair are drier than the rest, and the curls less defined, so he tries to bury them underneath the rest. every bathroom break he takes, he’s wiping water onto his hair, trying to smooth it out.

dick would be a chronic dry shampoo user though. i stand by that. i think jason uses gel. i hc his hair as being pretty thick, so he’d need the coverage! also i think dick’s hair products all smell kinda fresh—think clean sheets, peppermint, sea salt, and rain. jason’s more musk, cedar, vetiver, and cyprus.

[jsfix]

Tease

Kinktober Week One - Ruined Orgasm

Pairing: x Reader

Summary: you send your boyfriend a mirror pic while he’s on patrol

Warnings: MDNI, this is my first time writing smut/kink, reader with a vagina but no pronouns or descriptions, reader wears their bfs shirt, oral + vaginal fingering (r receiving), teasing, lots of commas probably, sexting ig, he’s kinda mean, it’s not discussed but they do have a safe word, you don’t come.. obviously. I think that’s it pls tell me if i’m missing any thx

WC: 975

AN: this was originally meant to be a Tim fic but then I was like ‘thiiis doesn’t sound like him’ so it’s for whichever bat boy yall want it to be :) feedback is appreciated and welcomed!!

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This was not your fault. Really. It wasn’t. Sure, you may have sent a slightly risqué photo to your boyfriend while he was out on patrol. But it wasn’t even that bad! Just a tasteful mirror pic of your upper half - messy hair, his favorite crop top hiding your chest but showing the expanse of your stomach down to where the picture cut off at your panty line. But you only sent it because that morning he had woken you up with a trail of kisses down your neck, hands wandering across your thighs inching closer and closer until - the alarm went off. He pulled away and, upon seeing your reaction, gave you a grin as he got ready for the day. 

That was fine. You got ready for work and went about your day. Until he’d sent you a voice message at the end of your lunch break that had you feeling really glad you’d decided to put on headphones before opening it. His moans flooded your ears, you could hear the wet sounds of his hand moving up and down his length, the hitch of his breath just before he was about to come. He came with a loud groan of your name. 

So, yeah. It’s not really your fault that you’ve been.. frustrated all day. One thing you could blame yourself for, you suppose, is forgetting that you can’t out-tease the tease. 

There was a glint in his eye, a slight smirk on his face when he came home. He found you on the bed, eyes raking up and down your figure as you smiled innocently up at him. 

“Hi, honey,” you said sweetly, “how was your night?”

“Fine,” he said, moving to take off his suit. 

You stood up to help him as you usually did. It was kind of a night-time routine. You couldn’t sleep while he was out protecting the city, your mind refusing to relax until you saw him again, safe and, mostly, unharmed. You’d catalogue any wounds he had before going to the first aid kit to get the supplies you needed. Tonight, though, he only had some bruises. Humming in approval, you looked back up at him. 

He took your face in his hands, smiling down at you before giving you a sweet kiss, then another kiss, rougher this time. You rested your hands on his bare chest as your kisses grew more and more intense. 

“Got my text?” You asked when you pulled up for air. He didn’t answer, that glint in his eyes returning as his mouth moved down to your neck. You sighed as he began sucking the skin there, hands reaching up to tug at his locks. 

His hands found your hips, pushing you gently until the backs of your knees hit the bed frame. He followed you as you laid back on the mattress, continuing to leave marks. He continued his kisses down your body to your clothed chest, taking a nipple between his lips over the fabric and sucking. You let out a moan. 

“Love you in my clothes,” he muttered, his hand coming up to cup the other side of your chest, kneading it. 

“I know.” His lips quirked as he switched sides, taking your other nipple into his mouth, hands caressing your hips as they jolted when he bit down. 

“Fuck!” You breathed out, moving your hips to grind against his before he pressed down on them, trapping you against the mattress with a tsk. 

“Slow down, baby,” he cooed, lips pressed against your stomach, leaving marks on his way down. He stopped right when he reached your underwear, avoiding where you needed him to suck at your thighs. You whined his name, fighting against his hands trying to find some friction. 

“God, you’re so needy,” he teased, biting down on your sensitive skin then using his tongue to soothe. 

“So desperate.. is that why you sent me a nude on patrol?” 

“It wasn’t a nude” you groaned out before deciding to mention his text from earlier that day. “And what about your-” you moaned as he finally brought his lips to your clit, pressing a kiss against it. 

“My what?” He smirked, this time licking against the wet patch on your underwear just as your lips parted. You gave up on trying to speak, moaning again sucked your clit through the fabric. 

“Please,” you moaned his name, “I need you.”

“Yeah?” He took off your underwear, fingers just barely pressing against your clit, making you whine as you tried to move your hips to make contact only for him to pull away. 

“Okay,” he snickered, moving back down to stare between your legs, parting your lips and watching you pulse, slick pouring out of you.  He let out a groan before taking your clit between his lips. 

The press of his tongue moving up and down your slit made moan, hand reaching again to tug at his hair, tugging harder as he slid a finger inside of you. He moaned into you, his own hips pressing against the bed to chase his own pleasure as he thrusted a second finger inside. 

The pleasure was overwhelming - your back began to arch, stomach tightening, hands tugging harder at his hair. Just as you felt yourself about to come, he pulled away from you with a groan. You cried out his name in frustration.

“Baby,” He ran his hands against your thighs soothingly, voice soft as he called your name, “You okay?” You nodded, your breathing calming as he wiped a stray tear from your face. “Maybe that’ll teach you not to tease.” He laid a kiss on your forehead before heading towards the kitchen to get you a glass of water. It wasn’t until he came back that you noticed the wet patch on the front of his boxers.

[vacate-et-scire]

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE

There’s a thin patter of rain against the windowpane and the dim, amber glow of the lamp casts soft shadows across the living room. You're tucked into the corner of the couch like a cat in a sunbeam, limbs loose beneath a shared fleece blanket, half-swallowed in one of Jason's old Gotham U hoodies that smells faintly like clean laundry and gunpowder.

Your legs brush his where he sits beside you, long and lazy, the hard lines of his body softened by comfort and the sheer peace of this rare moment. He’s got one hand curled around a battered copy of Pride and Prejudice, thumb rubbing absentminded circles on the margin, and the other lazily resting across the back of the couch—fingers grazing your shoulder like it’s the most casual thing in the world.

He doesn’t even need to ask anymore. You don’t have to beg him to read. He just opens the book, clears his throat in that overly dramatic way he knows makes you smile, and begins.

“‘My dearest Lizzy, do not set yourself against me. I am not romantic, you know. I never was.’”

He does Mr. Collins with a ridiculous nasally whine, and you let out an undignified snort that makes his lips twitch.

“God, he sounds like a Muppet,” you murmur, burying your face into the blanket.

“Good,” Jason says smugly. “Because he acts like one.”

He reads on, voice dipping and rising as he navigates the Bennets and Bingleys with theatrical flair. But it’s his Mr. Darcy voice that gets you every time—low and solemn, like he’s narrating a tragic opera, or the end of a dramatic film noir.

“‘You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.’”

Jason glances sideways at you, catching your expression with a crooked smirk.

“Smooth, huh?” he drawls. “Real swoon-worthy.”

You roll your eyes, cheeks warm. “You make him sound like he’s reciting his vows at gunpoint.”

Jason chuckles—deep and genuine—and closes the book just long enough to rest it on your lap. He shifts to face you more fully, draping his arm behind you and brushing a knuckle gently down the side of your face.

“Hey,” he says, tone softening. “You tired?”

You shrug, half-melted into the couch. “A little. But I like listening to you read.”

He pauses, taking you in with that rare, steady gaze of his—the one that makes your stomach flip, the one that says he’s not just here for the soft moments, but for the vulnerable ones too.

“You don’t feel silly about it, right?” he asks. “Wanting this?”

There’s a knot in your throat that threatens to form, but you shake your head, quiet. “I used to, I guess. It’s just… I dunno. It makes me feel safe.”

Jason nods slowly, fingers brushing through your hair, over your temple. “Good. You should feel safe. Especially with me.”

And he means it. You can tell by the way he kisses your forehead like it's a promise.

He picks the book back up, flipping to the page you left off at without even looking. Muscle memory. He’s read this so many times now that he probably knows it better than his old weapons manuals.

His voice resumes—gentler now, like he’s telling you a bedtime story, like he’s speaking not to the room but to you.

“‘My affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject forever.’”

You blink slowly, heart heavy in the best kind of way, and Jason just keeps reading, unfazed. Because he knows the words matter to you. Because he likes being the one to read them for you. Because despite the blood on his hands and the war in his bones, he still makes space for softness.

You don’t realize you’ve drifted until the book closes softly and he shifts beside you, tucking the blanket up around your shoulders like he’s afraid you’ll catch cold from a ghost draft. His voice is low as he whispers—like a secret just for you.

“Night, babe. Darcy says he loves you. So do I.”

And maybe the words blend into your dreams. Maybe you stir just enough to feel the weight of his hand curl around yours.

But either way, you sleep like you haven’t in years. Safe. Warm. Loved.

[batman-dc-imagines]

𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘰! 𝘔𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘞𝘰𝘭𝘧𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨 (𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘈𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘳 𝘞𝘰𝘭𝘧𝘺!^^) 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘰𝘦𝘴! 𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘮 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴!^^

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: 𝘐'𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘎𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘮, 𝘈𝘳𝘬𝘩𝘢𝘮 𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘵𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦!

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𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨!

𝘐𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 ���𝘮'𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯!

𝘐𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘹 📥 15/♾️

𝘙𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴: 1. 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 I 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 2. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘪𝘴. 3. 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳(𝘴) + 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦 (𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵) + 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳/𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘦𝘵𝘤. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵: 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 (𝘦𝘹. 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘴 𝘛𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦) 𝘈𝘯𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 (𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 9) 𝘐𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩…(𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧) 𝘓𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 (𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 4-5)

(𝘋𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘺: @𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘦)

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳(𝘴): 1. 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯(𝘴) 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳(𝘴) 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭. 2. 𝘔𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘢𝘵 𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴.

𝘈𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭: 𝘒𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 1. 𝘒𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐’𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵. 2. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 (𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘪-𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤) 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵. 3. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘰��𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘦𝘹. "𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵." 𝘰𝘳 "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦." 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦.

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hiiii!!! my name is liz🫶🫶 im a mexican american writer who lives in the good ol’ state of texas (👴🏻👴🏻) a instrument player and history lover alongside a passion of film and such😭 im a teenager (rlly dont wanna disclose my age here for personal reasons) and im js here to write and not much else😭 dont need to get TOOOO personal on here

im negl i been writing since like 2020 on wattpad and one time on tumblr in like 2021💀 my most popular fic was a joao felix x reader on wattpad called days go faster in winter and idk why i never finished it😭😭 BUT ANYWAYS heres what i write and shi

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soccer

i write for pablo gavi, joao felix, lionel messi, cristiano ronaldo, kylian mbappe, luka modric, memo ochoa, kai havertz, carlos acevedo, sergios ramos, and more (i forgot💀)

gravity falls

only really for stanley and stanford pines- the rest i dont really feel i should write about cause… they young💀💀

dcu

i write for batman, superman, booster gold (my man my man😍😍) wonder woman, green lantern, tim drake, dick grayson, jason todd, john constantine, blue beetle, starfire, zatanna zatara

extra

micheal jackson, micheal j fox, keanu reeves, jon bon jovi, cillian murphy, luis miguel, (lowkey anyone yall ask tbh😭😭) but honestly yall i write abt anything or anyone js ask and ill TRYYYY my best to do it cus… i be bored🙈🙈

what i DO write: fluff, angst, headcannons, some nsfw but not hardcore, somewhat dark, horror, anything. female/gender neutral reader (ill try my best for my boys frl but im not THAT good at it)

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[bunnyscryptarchived]

been thinking heavily about a jason todd ghost whisperer au….

two ideas:

1) jason is jims younger brother, you’re a runaway with nowhere else to go when melinda and jim take you in and just like melinda you can see ghost. you meet jason 8 months after, when he and jims mother come to visit. you start having feelings for each other but jason’s (dead) ex has a problem with that. angsty but with lots of fluff.

2) you can see ghosts. you live with melinda and jim. you don’t particularly like your “gift” as mekinda calls it. you just want to be normal. taking a walk around grandview you lock eyes with a cute boy across the park. he’s got a white streak in hair and beautiful sad eyes and— oh no…. he’s dead. he wants you to help him get a message to his family and finally cross over. you tell him to talk to melinda but he only wants you to do it so you trying ignoring him which doesn’t work and neither does catchung feelings for him. angst with very little fluff.

[jtoddsangel]

work song.

jason todd is not a verbal man. not with his love, at least. he is not fluent in the language, words are an intangible source, and they are often not enough to describe what he feels.

so he shows it. by listening, and truly hearing. his love is in the way he sees you, in his consideration. it's pure and genuine and visible.

one friday evening, while rising off a lovely bowl of blueberries, you had a passing thought.

"fruit is so romantic..."

despite it's peculiarity and unexpected arrival, he buried your words deep in his mind, and he kept it like a notation written between the margins of his heart.

you found a particularly large orange at the farmers market once. jason peeled it and deliberately picked away the pith clinging to it. he placed it on your favorite floral plate and shaped it like a flower.

he likes picking strawberries with you, slicing watermelon and pitting your cherries, even when it leaves his fingers sticky.

he likes when you smile with the orange peel in your mouth, and he likes the citrus taste in your kiss after. he likes the sour face you make when eating a poor berry, and he likes making homemade lemonade with you and having picnics in the spring.

he asks you to marry him in an apple orchard, and every anniversary, you bake an apple pie together. your kitchen smells like cinnamon, and it feels like home.

[dntaed]

“It’s currently—” Jason leans back on the counter’s edge to glance at the clock, “—five in the morning.”

“We talked all night?”

The refrigerator’s light glows in the kitchen, casting its hue on you and Jason. You stay seated stubbornly on the counter. The cool surface biting into the bare skin of your thighs.

“I’m freezing.” You groan.

Jason coos. He moves to stand between your legs. Your head instinctively falls to his shoulders.

“Poor baby.” You can imagine the smug grin on his face. “Weren't you the one who decided not to sleep tonight–”

“But–”

“–to eat, what is this again?” He picks up the Ice-cream carton placed next to you.

“Ice-cream. I was craving something sweet.”

“No wonder you're freezing. Plus, we need to address your sweet tooth.” He laughs.

“I have a weakness for sweet things.” You place a chaste kiss on his cheek. Jason snorts. The corners of his lips curled.

You snatch the carton from his hands. Grabbing the spoon you take another bite. You can feel your mouth freeze as the cold spreads in your mouth.

“Oh no, poor baby–”

“Shut up, Jay.”

“Want me to warm you up?”

You give him a faux glare.

“How do you stay warm, anyway? You hog all the blankets, maybe that's why.”

He gasps. “No, I do not.”

“Take responsibility, Jason Todd. Warm my hands for me.” You reach out your hands in front him, fingers wiggling. The smile on your face reaches your eyes.

With a tender grip, he wraps your hands in his, the warmth of his palms spreading slowly into your cold fingers.

“I spoil you too much.”

“Kiss me,” you whispered back.

He smiled, a pearl-iridescent grin that lures you in. “You always order me about.”

“Kiss me.”

“Now you want a kiss? Are you sure?” The corners of his smile curled, turning into a teasing smirk. “Because once I do, I might not be able—”

Your hands grasped the fabric of his collar and yanked him down.

His lips danced around yours. The taste of him seeped into you akin to honeyed nectar. His hands encircled your waist. Calloused hands fleetingly ghosted over your skin.

“I love kissing you.” You murmured.

“Spoiled.”

“Shut up. You love me.”

[faithful-batboyslut]

IMAGINE

You are Just a simple girl who wants to do her job as Jason Todd’s assistant, and you would never want to do anything to upset him.

Although like everyone Jason Todd has his lows. He’s tired and frustrated because he had a fight with his wife, so you decide to let him take out some of his frustration.

Soon enough he is pounding into you sweet cunt while your bent over is desk looking so pretty. He’s manhandling you like your just a little toy for him to fuck, as he does so he’s also saying sweet stuff into you ear.

“Good girl letting me fuck you like this”

“you take me so well”

“it’s like your pretty cunt was made for my dick”

[mistymisfit]

So long, Marianne Masterlist

Minors DNI!!!

Series general warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence, canon typical violence, angst, hurt/no comfort, eventual smut, I'll add more as I go.

Summary: Reader is a spy working undercover in Gotham when she meets Jason Todd, who despite her better judgement she forms a very close friendship with. This story follows their escape from Arkham asylum, their fall out and the times they run into each other as they get older.

Relationship: AK!Jason x Meta!Fem!Reader

*indicates NSFW (series tag is w: slm)

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Part I

Part II

Part III*

Part IV

Part V

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Late Night Talking

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: You call Jason when you’re having trouble sleeping

Warnings: maybe a bit suggestive but like barely  

WC: 586

AN: this was originally supposed to be something for kinktober but it didn’t end up going in that direction and I don’t hate it. this is the first thing i’ve ever like completely written sooo ahh scary. any and all feedback is very much appreciated i am begging 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 ok bye!

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It was one of the rare occasions where Jason was home and you were away. A last minute business trip which took you away from Gotham had you missing each other. You were used to falling asleep without Jason, of course, but every time he went out on patrol you would wake up in the middle of the night to the feeling of his arms wrapping around you, warm even after being out in the chilly weather all night. 

You would turn towards him, dazed with sleep, and kiss whatever part of his body your lips landed on before losing consciousness again. Now though, far from home, you still woke in the middle of the night, but, without his warmth, you were unable to go back to sleep. It was the third night of this and you were exhausted. Huffing, you rolled towards the clock on the nightstand. 3 am. 

Jason should just be getting in. He had a tendency to stay out later than usual when you weren’t there to come home to. You felt slightly guilty about calling him now, but the five minutes you had talked on the phone between your getting back to the hotel and his getting ready for patrol left you greedy. You wanted to talk to your boyfriend, even if just for a minute.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Jason picked up on the first ring, his voice tired, but his grin wide while taking in your sleepy expression, ”Why’re you up so late?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” You gave him a tired smile, “Missed you.” His face softened.

“Miss you too.” He set his phone up on the nightstand, keeping the screen aimed at himself as he began taking off his armor. You watched him as he started with his holsters, then his jacket and gloves. Your eyes raked over his figure, tracing over his scars, his muscles, the bruises you had given him the night before you had left, now faded. He noticed your staring as he pulled off his shirt.

“Enjoying the view?” He asked with a smirk.

“Just checking you for wounds,” you stated coyly.

“Right,” he scoffed playfully, disbelieving.

“Any on your back?” You bit back a smile, keeping up the act.

“I don’t know. Can you check?” He turned his back towards the camera. You hummed appreciatively.

“Just some scratches.” 

“Well, that I can blame you for.” He smiled as he took off his pants, picking up the phone again as he slid under the covers. “You should go to bed, you have an early start today.” 

You sighed. You had to be up in three hours for a meeting, then another right after that, and then a seminar, followed by another meeting. He was right, but you didn’t want to say goodbye just yet. 

“I can’t sleep,” you told him again “I miss you too much. Need you.” You pouted.

“Just two more days.” He smiled at you, though you could see the time apart was also weighing on him. He felt calmer with you around, even if he was out all night. Knowing you were at home waiting for him. He was less likely to get in his own head. 

“Two more days.” You reassured. Your eyes started to droop, previous nights of lack of sleep and the peacefulness that came from seeing him and hearing his voice hitting you. You missed the smile he gave you as you started to fall asleep, barely able to answer his ‘I love you’ with one of your own. 

[bycherrygirl]

𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄, 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 ! j. todd x reader

𝓢ynopsis: jason doesn't like it when you're away. but he doesn't like it. & after an entire week without you, he's clinging by his fingernails. the moment you step through the door, he's all over you▰gripping, kissing, taking every second you were away back. he's needy, desperate, & legit refuses to let you leave. not that you mind.

𝓦arnings: grammatical errors. ooc. my 2 am writing. angst(?????). making out.

𝓝otes:

001. hozier is today's savior.(he's everyday's saviour.)

002. straight fucking A's!! dawg, my grades in math & science were surprisingly high.

003. all i need to do now is to make my research teacher realize that my research is actually difficult & not "simple"

004. won't post the pomegranate one 2day or anytime now(bc i don't like it) so take this uhh,,, old worknofmine.

005. inspo of the work was this art by @/ciricearts (idk if it's noticable tho. THSIS BYT SUCKS)

jason was gonna die.

the apartment was too silent.

too vacant.

you were supposed to be away for a week. you let him know in advance, reassured him that it was just business, that you’d call when you could, that you’d be home before he knew it. he told you something like, “yeah, i’ll be okay,” & acted like he wasn’t already in dread of it.

but he was not okay. not even remotely.

it began small. the first two days, he told himself it wasn’t so bad. he stayed busy▰hit the gym, went on patrol, even managed to get through a few chapters of that book you’d been pestering him to read

he even maintained his texts to you as usual, casual, joking with you about how dull work must be without him there.

then, on day three, the apartment felt too large.

by day four, he was walking back & forth.

on day five, he was restless, checking his phone so much that it was a habit. the messages were still arriving▰briefly worded, bittersweet, i miss you’s & i love you's that should have sufficed▰but they didn’t. not if you weren’t present. not when the bed was cold, when his hands had nothing to grasp. not when you're not seated in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck, smothering him with kisses. forehead, eyelids, cheeks, nose, lips, chin, jaw, neck. none.

by day six, he realized how terrible this was.

because jason todd didn’t wait. he didn’t wait around. he was accustomed to solitude. he had been in solitude for so long before you even entered his life. & now, without you, it seemed like something within him was collapsing.

which brought him to now.

the seventh day.

jason slumped on the couch, tapping his fingers on the armrest, head resting in his hand. his eyes were tired from sleep deprivation, jaw aching from clenching. he was tired but fidgety, too tense in body to even consider resting. his phone rested on the coffee table, its screen black, & he despised the way he couldn’t stop looking at it, as if it would come alive if he stared hard enough.

it was pathetic.

he pulled a hand across his face, exhaling harshly. this was absurd. he had endured worse. he had died. & yet, all of that paled in comparison to this▰the crushing feeling of missing you.

then, the door opened.

his head jerked up so quickly it hurt.

the moment he saw you cross the door step, he was in motion.

he didn’t even give you time to greet him.

a moment you were putting down your bag, & next, jason was on top of you. his hand curled around your wrist, pulling you toward him so sharply you were caught off guard & gasped in shock.

“jay▰?”

his arms were caging you in before you could get another word out.

the tension in his body crackled the instant he felt you pressed against him. his face pushed into your hair, fingers grasped deep into the folds of your shirt, his body actually shuddering with relief.

“you’re back,” he stated, voice roughened.

you blinked. “yeah, i am.”

jason remained still. just held you, arms trapped around you, locked tight in case you walked away. you sighed softly & tried to diffuse his stress with a gentle stroke of your hand up his spine.

“missed me that much, huh?”

jason exhaled.

& then he destroyed you.

his lips slammed into yours, hands holding your waist like a starving man. you hardly had time to catch your breath before he was kissing you like he’d been waiting an eternity. & in a sense, he had.

his desperation seeped into each motion. his fingers twisted in your hair, pulling hard enough to make you shiver. his lips opened against yours, hot and insistent, his breath thick as he pressed you against the door.

you gasped against his mouth. “jason▰”

“don’t,” he said, not allowing you to speak. “not yet.”

his hands sneaked up your sides, fingers tracing whatever he could trace, remembering you all over again. his body against yours, & you could feel the raw tension in him, the way he was only just keeping himself together.

he kissed you again. more aggressively.

as if he could reclaim every second you’d been away.

your fingers wrapped around the collar of his jacket, pulling him in, & jason groaned at the touch. his lips left your mouth to graze your jaw, travel down your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses that made your breath hitch.

“you have no idea how much i missed you, doll.” he whispered against your skin.

you swallowed hard, head thrown back. “i think i’m getting the idea.” jason let out a harsh laugh before nipping at your collarbone, & you gasped. his arm around you tightened, as if he wasn’t yet certain you were real, that you were truly here.

“you left me,” he whispered, his voice low & accusatory. your palms crept up to cup his face, making him meet your gaze. his pupils were dilated, cheeks flushed, lips puffy from how intensely he’d kissed you.

“i came back,” you whispered.

jason’s face relaxed, just a fraction. but then his hands tightened around your waist, drawing you into him so tightly there wasn’t even an inch of space remaining between you.

“never leave for that long again,” he grunted. your heart tightened at the yearning in his tone. the vulnerability. jason never wanted to admit when something hurt▰but here he was, all but pleading with you to never leave him again.

you kissed him, gentler this time. slow & sweet, fingers intertwining in his hair.

jason took a trembling breath against your lips, as if he was only just allowing himself to breathe.

“i missed you too, jay,” you whispered.

jason drew a harsh breath, forehead against yours. “not as much as i missed you.”

you smiled, stroking your thumbs across the bags beneath his eyes.

“you need sleep.”

jason scoffed. “what i require is to catch up on a week of lost kisses.”

you laughed, running a hand through your hair. “jay▰”

he shut you up with another kiss, one that was more languid. more in check. like he was indulging himself.

“i mean it,” he grunted. “you’re not leaving me like that again.”

your heart tightened. you know jason had issues with abandonment, that too much time alone threw his head.

you should’ve known how much this was tormenting him.you cupped his face, touching your lips softly against his forehead.

“i’m not leaving,” you vowed.

jason exhaled the breath he had been holding, his whole body relaxing against your own.

“…good,” he grumbled. “because i’m not losing you.”

& you knew that he did not say it out of bravado.

jason would not let you out of his eyesight.

you awoke to jason rolled around you, face buried in your neck, arms tied so tightly around you it was almost choking.

you rolled over slightly, only for jason to moan and hold you closer.

“jay, i have to▰”

“no,” he grumbled, mouth against your skin.

you let out a breathless chuckle. “you’re ridiculous.”

he huffed. “you left me for a week.”

you rolled your eyes, running your fingers through his hair. “i’m right here.”

jason grumbled something incoherent before nuzzling deeper into you.

“…you’re still not allowed to leave.”

you sighed, but there was a smile on your face.

jason todd▰your big, scary red hood▰

was the clingiest man on earth.

not that it's a bad thing.

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