#jason todd x oc

[vvoidsmm]

you're so pretty, i don't want this to end

a kiss because he deserves something nice !! and also i missed bro so bad instead of studying for an exam i whipped this out

[sugugori]

Jason Todd who does not play about his ex at all. Your break up was mutual, too many arguments, not enough communication. Though you still loved each other, you both knew it was for the best. At least for now, because he always knew he’d come back to you eventually. And while you two weren’t exactly on speaking terms, maybe a slight nod if you crossed paths in public (his heart tore open every time), he never misses a chance to watch you from afar. Everyday, if he can. He just needs to make sure you’re safe, he needs that. Doesn’t matter if you’re apart for 6 months or 2 years, that man is never moving on- it’s kind of pathetic. You’re the only person that matters to him, after all- it’s you or nothing.

Exes does not always mean the love is gone, it’s still very much there. In fact, the love is so strong it sits heavy on his chest and crushes his ribs each night he spends away from you. He wants what’s best for you, but he prays that it won’t be much longer until you’re back in his arms.

After a while though, he starts to get a bit impatient. Dropping hints that you two have been apart for far too long, and he’s ready to try again. Every run in you have in public, there he is with this long speech of how he’s healing and working on himself. He wants you back, bad. And yeah, he agreed to the break up but he didn’t really mean it. Wouldn’t be surprised if he showed up to your place distressed, after months of dancing around each other, begging for you to just come back home.

And don’t get me wrong, yes he has actually been working on himself- more than you know. Part of it is because he realizes he’s in desperate need of some good healing. But for the most part, it’s you. It’s always you, always going to be. His sole purpose of anything has always circled back to you. So, he fixes his attitude just enough, eats 3 square meals a day, tries real hard to say what’s on his mind. Because he realizes he can’t rush this if he hasn’t made any progress. But along the way, he also sort of realizes.. why can’t you two grow together?

Reblogs are appreciated! ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

[crazydeershark]

What do yall think?

[debonairprincesposts]

Boneless Whimsy

Summary: Jason comes home from patrol to find you delirious from exhaustion, flopped on the couch like a limp sack of potatoes. He takes care of you while trying to stifle his amusement. He fails miserably.

Warning(s): Crack? Curse words. Read at your own risk.

Words: 1.2k

Jason Todd knew something was different the moment he climbed through the window of your shared home after his evening patrol. The usual warm welcome he received – whether it was your bright smile or your playful commentary about his dramatic entrances – was notably absent. Instead, he found you sprawled across the couch in what could only be described as the most boneless position he'd ever witnessed on a living person.

Your limbs were arranged in that particular way that suggested you hadn't so much chosen to lie down as you had simply surrendered to gravity's insistent pull. One arm dangled off the edge of the couch, fingers barely brushing the hardwood floor, while the other was flung dramatically across your face. Your legs were a study in comfortable chaos – one hooked over the back of the couch, the other stretched out along its length.

"Baby?" he called softly, removing his helmet and setting it aside. When your only response was a vague sound that might have been meant to be words but came out more like "mrrghphf," his lips twitched into an amused smile.

As he approached, he noticed more details that painted a clear picture of absolute exhaustion. You were still wearing your work clothes, though they were thoroughly rumpled now. Your shoes lay haphazardly by the couch, as if you'd kicked them off with your last remaining energy before collapsing. Your hair, usually neat even at the end of a long day, was a wild tangle that suggested you'd been running your hands through it repeatedly.

"Long day?" he asked, crouching beside the couch near your head.

You made another indistinct noise, this one slightly more vowel-heavy than the last, and managed to shift your arm just enough to peer at him with one tired eye. "Everything is effort," You mumbled, your voice carrying the particular quality of someone who had completely run out of fucks to give. "Breathing is effort. Existing is effort. I have become one with the couch. The couch and I are now a single entity."

Jason couldn't help but chuckle, reaching out to brush some wayward strands of hair from your face. "That bad, huh?"

"Jason," You said with all the gravity of someone imparting great wisdom, though the effect was somewhat undermined by how you could barely keep your eyes open, "I had to think thoughts today. So many thoughts. All the thoughts. My brain is now soup."

"Brain soup, huh?" He gently ran his fingers through your hair, working out some of the tangles. The way you immediately leaned into his touch, like a tired cat seeking affection, made something warm and protective surge in his chest.

"Mmmhmm," You hummed, eyes fully closing now. "Soup. Tired soup. With extra... tired... in it." Your words were starting to slur slightly, exhaustion clearly winning its battle against coherence.

Jason observed you for a moment, taking in the dark circles under your eyes and the way every muscle in your body seemed to have declared independence from any form of tension. He made a decision.

"Alright, sweets, let's get you somewhere more comfortable." He moved to scoop you up, but your protest was immediate and remarkably articulate given your current state.

"Nooo," You whined, making no actual effort to resist but managing to convey profound disagreement through tone alone. "Moving requires muscles. Muscles are on strike. They've formed a union. They're demanding better working conditions and more naps."

Jason couldn't suppress his laugh this time. Even completely exhausted, you managed to be ridiculously entertaining. "Come on, sweetheart. Bed's more comfortable than the couch."

"The couch is my friend now," You declared with surprising passion for someone who couldn't even open their eyes. "We've bonded. Breaking us apart would be cruel. Inhumane. A tragedy of... of... something tragic."

"The couch will understand," Jason assured you solemnly, though his eyes danced with amusement. He slid one arm under your knees and the other behind your shoulders, lifting you as carefully as if you were made of glass.

You immediately turned your face into his chest, mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like "my hero" but could just as easily have been "warm pillow." Your body was completely limp in his arms, trusting him entirely to keep you safe even in your exhausted state. The implicit trust in that surrender made his heart clench with emotion.

As he carried you to your shared bedroom, you nuzzled closer, one hand weakly grasping at his jacket. "You smell like leather and gunpowder and crime-fighting," You murmured against his chest. "S'nice."

"Pretty sure crime-fighting doesn't have a smell, baby," he responded softly, maneuvering through the doorway with practiced ease.

"Does too. Smells like justice. And leather. Lots of leather." Your words were becoming more spaced out, sleep clearly pulling at your consciousness.

Jason gently laid you on your bed, immediately moving to help you out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable for sleep. You attempted to help but mostly just managed to flop your arms around in what you probably thought was a helpful manner.

"Evil buttons," You declared as he worked on your blouse. "They're conspiring against me. Have been all day. You show 'em, Jay."

"I'll protect you from the evil buttons," he choked back a laugh as he promised with faux seriousness, unable to keep the fondness out of his voice as he helped you into one of his old t-shirts – your preferred sleeping attire.

Once he had you changed and tucked under the covers, he quickly stripped out of his own gear and joined you. You immediately gravitated toward him like a heat-seeking missile, though a very slow and uncoordinated one. You ended up half-sprawled across his chest, face pressed into his neck.

"My hero," You mumbled again, more distinctly this time. "Saving me from buttons and couches and... and thinking thoughts."

"Get some sleep, Angel," he said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"Already sleepin’," You protested weakly. "This’s all jus’ ... sleep talkin’. I'm actually... alr’dy..." Your words trailed off into steady, deep breathing, your body somehow managing to become even more relaxed against his.

Jason lay there in the quiet darkness, one hand absently stroking your hair while the other rested protectively across your back. He thought about how you could be so vibrant and dramatic when you wanted to cheer him up, trusted him enough to let him see you at your most vulnerable and exhausted. How you didn't feel the need to maintain any pretenses with him, comfortable enough to just be completely and utterly yourself.

As your warm weight pressed against him and your steady breathing tickled his neck, Jason felt that familiar surge of protective love that you always inspired in him. He tightened his arms around you slightly, earning a contented little sigh from your sleeping form.

"Sweet dreams, baby," he whispered into your hair, letting himself be lulled toward sleep by your peaceful presence and the knowledge that, at least for tonight, he could keep you safe and comfortable while you recharged.

The last thought that crossed his mind before sleep claimed him was that he'd never seen anything quite as endearing as your complete surrender to exhaustion, buttons conspiracy and all.

[devilishvalentine]

Y/N: Sit down, i'm gonna torture you now

Jason, smirking: Kinky.

Y/N: I think you're sweet and beautiful.

Jason: What—

Y/N: You deserve to be cared for.

Jason: Stop, now—

Y/N: Your feelings are valid and deserve to be heard.

Jason: I NEED A SAFE WORD!!!

[smutinlove]

Please give me more size kink hcs for Jason!!!

Especially with fem!reader who's 5ft tall 👀

you ask, i deliver, babe.

lowercase is intentional

•this man is a FREAK. he is 6 feet tall, meaning he literally floats over you. and this man is big and strong. he could pick you up easily, and that thought makes him go feral.

•speaking of ferality, this man loves pinning you against a wall. i can envision it right night. his hand holding you in place while the other travels down your body, tracing your curves.

•ugh, am i screaming? yes. on the topic of sounds, this man GROANS will fucking you. and he sounds so hot. just imagine this: missionary position; he's on top of you, jason is covered in sweat, and his cock buried deep inside you while you pant out his name. and he's groaning and grunting, going deeper and deeper inside you. his main goal? to absolutely RUIN your tiny ass.

•okay, okay, headcanon: jason isn't the type of man to use toys, but he will use handcuffs. why? because it gives him a high. a feeling of control over you while he tortures your cunt.

•im ngl, i feel like he's the type of man who will do it anywhere. imagine this: you're at a gala, wearing a tight dress that accentuates your curves. ugh, jason's hands are kept firmly at your waist, occasionally pulling you closer to him whenever you even slightly move an inch. and he's just all over you. like, he's smelling your perfume, burying his head in the crook of your neck, and by the end of the night, you two are in bruce's office, fucking like animals.

•and also, he's just towering over you. he's pulling your hair, tugging you closer to him.

•im thinking of shower sex rn. omg, jason just casually wandering into the shower will you're in there. and he's naked and starts grinding against your ass.

•his hands planted on your waist, his head buried in the crook of your neck as cold water trickles down both of your bodies.

[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.

[princessofgotham777]

Dating Jason Todd (Part Eighteen: want to want you)

Jason Todd x Reader

fanfic type: angst, fluff, comfort (ongoing)

If you liked the Titans show but wish they handled Jason’s story line differently you might like this fic!

Heyyyyyy, long time no see. I fear I pulled a Jason and disappeared for a bit but hey whatever I’m back now. I lowkey like how this part came out so I hope you enjoy!

So story line, this doesn’t really take place in any specific universe but I’m gonna be pulling concepts from Titans, Arkham Knight, The Batman, Under the Red Hood, and whatever lore I remember from the CW shows cause I grew up watching those, then just my imagination of course. Reader is referred to as she/her btw. Of course I don’t own any DC characters this is purely fanfiction.

Warnings: talking about death, suicide, depression, torture (it’s not graphic I hate gore it’s just sad), talking about intimacy (not graphic), struggling with eating, topics of grief, violence, panic attacks, PTSD

Part Nineteen: want to want you

It had been two hours since you found out Jason was alive. He’s currently, passed out, handcuffed to a medical bed in the batcave. You’re sitting beside him and beside you is Alfred. Bruce and Dick are standing across the room. Everyone is quiet aside from the whispers between Gar and Rachel. The DNA test has a few more minutes on it. Bruce and Dick finished digging up the coffin, inside was a dummy. Gar, Rachel and Kori are in the batcave. Every few minutes you look up to see Dick staring at you with anger. Under his scowl though you see something deeper, fear. You knew he was afraid of losing you and losing himself to his old habits. That moment back in titans tower after Jason went missing you saw a switch flip in Dick. He lost his Nightwing, titans leader persona and fell back into the violent tendencies he’d become numb to as Robin. The DNA testing machine buzzes and Alfred gets up to check it. It’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone holds their breath and finally Alfred says, “it’s Jason.” Dicks facial expression changes, he knows he’s fucked up, it’s just a question of if he’ll try to defend himself or accept defeat.

Gar pokes his head in the room, “we heard the ring, what’s it say?” He asks, looking at Dick. Dick gives him no response instead just staring at Jason.

“It’s Jason,” Bruce says.

Gar smiles widely and then goes and yells to Kori and Rachel, “it’s him!”

“The cuffs can come off now,” you say. Dick and Bruce look at each other. “You two are impossible!” You say angrily.

“Y/N,” Bruce says. “We still don’t know how much the pit has affected him.” Dick is silent.

“And you!” You yell at Dick. “Are you gonna say anything!” You hear something and turn to see that while you, Bruce, and Dick were arguing Alfred had undone Jason’s cuffs and woken him up. He quickly sits up straight, fully alert. He rips the iv Alfred had previously put in out and jumps up. It’s like an eternity passes before anyone speaks.

“Jason,” Bruce says.

“You…” Jason begins to say angrily. “You let that evil death worshipping piece of trash live!” He yells at Bruce. He walks over to Bruce so he’s just inches away from his face, nobody dares to stop him. “He beat me, electrocuted me, starved, cut and mentally tortured me for days till I died and when I wake up I find he’s still breathing,” “you are no better than the joker, you claim to be working to stop him but you never actually do.” He says. You walk over to Jason. You gently place a hand on his shoulder and he flinches. Dick takes a step forward but you shoot him a glare.

“Let’s go,” you whisper. “We can leave,” you say. He stares at Bruce for another moment then you feel him take your hand. As you follow Jason’s lead out of the room, you and Dick lock eyes.

You and Jason race upstairs to his old room. He begins using a pocket knife to rip up a couple floor boards. “Before you follow me to the ends of the Earth and leave all your friends you should know I killed him,” Jason says.

“Who?” You ask.

“Riley Larson,” he says. The guy who stalked you.

“Why?” You ask. “I thought he wasn’t gonna be a problem anymore.”

“All those years ago I broke his leg to teach him a lesson but when we moved out of the tower I noticed he started keeping tabs on you again. I had planned to frame him for murder or something but then…everything happened. And so when I…when I…” he paused. “When I got back I took care of him for good,” he says.

“Do you regret it?” You ask.

Jason reaches into the floor and grabs a black backpack. He looks you dead in the eyes and says, “no.” “Sure I’m not happy about it but I’d do it again,” he says. He freezes till you finally exhale, processing his answer. He walks over to the desk and throws a couple things into the bag. You think about what he said and the look on his face. Dick and Bruce were partially right, Jason had changed. Though maybe he hadn’t maybe this was the real him finally revealed. You grabbed your bag and waited, set on your plan to go with him. Jason began to walk over to you but he paused. He looked around the room. All your clothes everywhere, his clothes everywhere, dirty cups and places, miscellaneous tissues, he saw everything you’d went through after his death. He ran his hand over his face as if he was trying to wipe the thoughts away, he put his tough persona back on. Jason wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you close and softly said, “let’s go.”

You and Jason made it outside without running into anyone. Then you two saw Dick quickly walking over. “The back of the pool house. Go get the bike,” Jason says as he hands you the keys. You take them and head off to the pool house.

“Jason you know this is a bad idea,” Dick says.

“Says who? You?” He says. “You don’t know shit about resurrection. There is no “pit madness” that’s bullshit, I killed those dealers and that guy cause they’re monsters.”

“Then what does that make you,” Dick snaps.

Jason brushes it off, “you’re just pissed because after everything she still wants to be with me, not you. And it’s crazy cause according to her you don’t even love her romantically who knows if that’s true but romantic or not you like the control. You need people to need you. You did it with me, Y/N, Rachel, Kori, Jericho, Gar, hell even Bruce and the list goes on,” he says.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dick says.

“No I think I do, and the fact that you asked me to not let her come with me instead of asking her to stay with you yourself proves it,” Jason says. “If you want her to stay, ask her yourself.”

“Every fucking time I look at you I remember I failed,” Dick spits out.

“I’m sorry,” is all Jason says. Though it’s a simple sentence it holds much meaning.

You drove over on Jason’s red motorcycle. You got off and said, “everything good?” Jason got on the bike.

“Y/N you can’t be serious about leaving with him,” Dick says as he pulls you to the side.

“Watch it!” Jason yells to Dick who flips him off in response.

“Why wouldn’t I be serious,” you say.

“Look at what he’s done…the people he’s killed,” Dick says.

“You mean the people dealing to kids? The guy who stalked me for years?” You ask.

“You don’t know if he’s the same Jason. We don’t know what he’s capable of,” Dick says.

“Capable of?” You say with sadness in your eyes. “The only and I mean only time he’s ever done anything against me was when he went after Joker and that was in attempt to keep me safe. All he’s ever cared about was me being safe and happy,” you say.

“Maybe the safest place to be isn’t with a guy who just took a swim in the Lazarus pit,” Dick argues.

“You’re impossible,” you say. “Thea’s been in the pit, Sara, Roy, Oliver and the list goes on, you’re only saying this because it’s Jason,” you say.

“I’m saying this cause I can’t see you get hurt,” he says.

“Jason wouldn’t hurt me,” you say.

“He might not even mean to…the pit can mess people up,” Dick says.

“Dick I’ll be fine, I’m leaving with him and…and you can’t stop me,” you say.

“Y/N,” he says desperately.

“Goodbye Dick,” you say quietly.

“You’re just gonna walk away! After everything we’ve been through,” he yells.

“I have to,” you say with tears in your eyes.

“For him,” he says with resentment.

“For myself,” you correct.

“Please,” he said in defeat.

“We’ve had this conversation before Dick, when I left the titans. My answers the same as it was back then, I’m going with Jason,” you say. Dick watched as you walked away. You weren’t his dream girl. Hell he didn’t even love you romantically, but it wasn’t exactly platonic either. You were a flame and he was a moth. The past few years you’d been a constant in his life even when you were being assholes to each other or messing with each others emotions at least you were there; at least he had you and at least you had him. Now things would be different. He knew that for a fact. There would be no more secrets kept just between you two. No more wondering if real feelings of romance or attraction would ever develop. No more angry glances or three am phone calls. He knew Jason was right, he needed you to need him and you didn’t, not anymore. He knew that’s one of the reasons you loved Jason sure he protected you like Dick but Jason also taught you how to fight for yourself. Dick let you depend on him but Jason taught you how to stand on your own two feet with the knowledge that he’d be there if you needed him. Dick had lost you for good, and he believed it was his own doing. The feeling you two would turn into strangers lingered in his mind. He wanted to go back to that night on the rooftop in Chicago when you two forgave each other. It seems like every decision he makes regarding you is the wrong one. Convincing each other you had feelings, always putting his baggage on you, how he treated you like a stranger at titans tower, how he wished he stopped you when you left with Jason, how he regretted not saving him after he’d promised you to, and how he couldn’t save you from yourself after Jason died.

You and Jason drove for at least an hour and a half. You two left Gotham. You stopped at a run down gas station right outside the city. Being out of Gotham felt good, it was almost like the feeling you got when you first left Gotham to join the Titans. It wasn’t quite the same though, this one was bittersweet. New chapters are always bittersweet. You’d finally burned your tether to the titans, to Dick.

“When I woke up at the league I was completely lost,” Jason begins to say. “I didn’t know where I was or how I got there all I could remember was the sheer pain and terror of death. But then I found the Polaroids you buried me with, and my bracelets,” he says. You remembered, the Polaroids of you and Jason and Rachel and Gar. When you’d tucked those in his jacket at the funeral you’d never imagined he’d get the chance to actually look at them again. But now here he was. It was just you, him, and the possibilities of what was next. “I love you, Y/N” he says.

“I love you too Jason,” you say.

Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed this part. If you did remember to check out my Masterlist for the other parts. Any feedback really helps and keeps me motivated, it’s always appreciated! This might be the last part to this fic for a bit we’ll see I might have more ideas tho. But for now I’m gonna focus on FINALLY starting the “The Other Titan” fic. It will also be Jason Todd x Reader with some Dick Grayson angst and such as well. It’s a backstory for this fic so maybe check it out if you enjoyed this one. Thanks for reading!

Masterlist

[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 😭😭😭

[originaltyphoonkryptonite]

Got Sims vampires and pets so redoing the whole thing! The Batclan will be vampires!

Zella, Aileen, and Gus will still be Mermaids

[glamourscat]

heyy, would you possibly do dick and / or jason nsfw alphabets??👀

JASON TODD NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aftercare with Jason is perhaps even more intense than sex. It’s quiet at the start, his hand is reaching for you. Gently caressing your hip, then your belly and your stomach. Soaking in the quietness of the moment as you calm down from the adrenaline of the moment. His caresses would turn into soft kisses and mutual praises, perhaps a warm bubble bath too.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I would say for his thighs. Despite having a complicated relationship with and what his body has turned into, I think, he would truly enjoy his thighs. Especially seeing you riding them.

On his partner, everything. No, I am not exaggerating. He is the type to lose absolutely all. I do believe he has an aesthetic attraction more prone towards muscular and plus size individuals. Belly, thighs, boobs you name it. He is on it lol

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I truly believe he has a breeding kink and i have nothing else to add

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

…. Hear me out… pegging. LISTEN, I feel when he truly has found his partner all barriers come down. There's nothing more he wants than to be in love and to share his love equally back. He wants to feel safe and once he is secure enough rest assured he won't be shy with his needs and wants. PLS his pretty noises while his eyes roll back? Praising him? Damn it

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very experienced but is an eager and fast learner 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Good old missionary but especially a fan of cowgirl and doggy

G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Not at first. The first few times, and a while after that, he will be pretty serious. Maybe even intense for how emotional the moment is. But as time goes by he would soften up, not to crack jokes, but a few giggles and laughs would for sure come through

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I would say he has some hair. I hc that after the pit his hair grows faster than normal ish, or at least, faster than they used to. He has a happy trail and moderate hair down there that he keeps cut but not completely shaved off

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Struggles with intense emotions but when he manages to work with them, rather than against them, his hopeless romantic side comes out. Expect deep yet soft thrusts, moans that make your shine tingle, kisses that leave you breathless and at least 4 mind blowing orgasms

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I don’t see him as the type to need it constantly. I feel it would be more or so a “hmm i haven't done it in a while and now thinking about it made me horny lets do it”

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Like i have said pegging, also praise– heavy on this one– biting, breeding kink, edging and not sure if there's a name for it, but i think he would be into being obnoxiously loud with the intent of being heard especially if he is feeling extra spicy

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed or shower/bath

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. just you. But i feel he would also get off when you two are having friendly back and forth banter/challenges

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that can hurt the both of you and restrain on him

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He is a giver, he will literally eat you out like a starved man. But, there’s also something he can’t deny, about you, on your knees giving the most sloppy bj he has ever received it keeps him going

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

A mix. Mostly slow and deep, with a few hard thrusts. Extremely sensual on other occasions. Mostly, he will keep a pace stable enough to make you moan his name so many times your throat will be sore after

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a fan

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Nope, i can’t see him being a big risk taker. Sure, he likes to keep things interesting as he runs on adrenaline– but that's in his vigilante life. In his private life he wants nothing but comfort

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Yeah, a few lol. There would be breaks in between, a snack or two. You two talking, and in a way it almost feels like an aftercare in itself

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He wouldn’t necessarily own some but if you do, then once you move in together they become of the both of you. Especially vibrators or dildos, I feel he would be a fan of watching you taking care of yourself before he starts… or, hear me out, gifting you a dildo that resembles his dick in shape, size and girth.. Custom made? Maybe… 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A TEASE. It’s funny yeah, until you do it back and all of the sudden he is turned into the most whiny, moaning mess you have ever seen

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not very loud, at start. A few grunts, maybe some moans will escape here and there. As the relationship progresses though, he will grow bolder. Unashamed of his moans as he keeps thrusts in you. Praising you mixed with some filthy words in between

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

After the first time you two had sex he cried, in fact, he cried while he came. It just happened. Maybe it was the wave of emotions, maybe it was how intense everything felt. But he did. He hid his face in your neck, pampering it with kisses as he tried to hide his teary eyes. But when you eventually noticed, he couldn't help but cry a bit more. Now, you two laugh about it, even though it’s something that still embarasses him to this day 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

When erected it can reach 7 inches solid. Veiny, thick. Have I mentioned the happy trail already? 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not astronomical. He will feel the need every so often, but he won’t be on you 24/7. In fact I can see him going for weeks without it. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not fast. After aftercare and making sure you’re fine, talking, a snack and waiting for you to fall asleep; he will stay awake a while longer. Allowing himself to soak in this feeling of contentment, safety and peace. His eyes linger on your naked, sleepy form beside him and with a last kiss to your head he will fall asleep hugging you tightly against his body. 

[finalgirlmorgue]

⋆˚࿔ Soft little Christmas Lights 𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

╭✦ ︶꒷꒦・⎯⎯・⎯⎯・ ♡ˎˊ˗ ┇🎀・ ˎGenre: Fluffy Smut ┇🎀・ ˎWarnings: Smut in general, but it's super sweet ┇🎀・ ˎJason Todd x Female reader. ┇🎀・ ˎSummary: Christmas eve always leaves Jason alone in the living room whilst you wrap up presents, and he's only a man. He's getting needy. ┇🎀・ ˎREQUEST!! I can not say this enough!!

You are responsible for your own media consumption. Happy holidays! Enjoy this early gift.

There was something so distinctly you about forcing him out of his own bedroom in your shared apartment. Yes, you had to wrap his gifts. Yes, you could have done it during one of the many nights he was shadowing over Gotham. But instead, you had forced him to sit in the living room, picking at a tray of cookies that vaguely resembled Santa and Christmas wreaths. Although they were a bit gooey in the center, they were warm and soft—his only entertainment out here while he waited for you to call him back to bed so he could reclaim his spot and pass out halfway on top of you. Just like he did every night.

It would take an hour of watching Netflix and then another hour of doing nothing before his brain shut off altogether out here. He would have much preferred trench warfare rather than being stuck out here waiting for you. However, you’d told him to be patient.

In his mind, that might have meant there was a reward for him in the end. He was like a domesticated dog waiting around for scraps—kisses, hugs, or that time of night when you would rub his shoulders and chest with that particular combination of soft but firm pressing from your fingertips. So, when he heard the click from the bedroom door, he perked up and hopped to his feet to get ready to crash into bed head first. When you appeared, he almost tripped in excitement. It wouldn't be the first time he fell to his knees for you.

But, he stopped himself just short of knocking you over as he rushed to you. All 6 feet of him, muscular, heavy and built like some twisted kind of a god. You were wearing lingerie. The fancy kind. "Baby- Whats all this--…"

"Just a little something I bought when you were away on 'busniess.'"

Delicate ribbons placed on the the plush of your hips, sequins shimmering softly. Tiny little slits revealed glimpses of your curves, intricate lacy designs that clung lovingly to your body.

His gaze traveled lower, drawn irresistibly to those thigh garters that hugged your skin… They seemed to tease him. The playful window that exposed your stomach, a small valley that led all the way to your navel. That space would soon be filled his large hands. If only the rest of you was as accommodating to his size. He placed a hand on his hip.

"You didn't have to kick me out to put all this on. I would've liked to watch." His grin turned mischievous. “Do I have to wait to open this one till tommorow too?" Your cheeks flushed a pretty pink. "No, baby, we can-" He cut you off by throwing you over his shoulder. Stomach flat against his broad back, legs wrapped gripped tightly in his arms as he moved his hand up to lovingly pat your butt. Your face burned further.

The two of you made the journey to the bedroom without a word spoken. Once he laid you down in bed, you tugged at his shirt. With an eager smile, he pulled it over his head, tossing it aside before crawling in beside you. As his arms curled around your waist, his lips nuzzled against your jaw, breath ghosting across your skin before he whispered, "I really missed you tonight."

"It was 30 minutes hun." A sigh escaped your throat. His fingers trailed slowly along the line of your waistline before settling under the hem of your panties. He dragged them down to your thighs, pulling them down further so their thin fabric pooled around your ankles. Then the kisses continued, each brush of lips sending tingles through your body like static electricity.

He lifted a leg, pushing you up slightly with his force. Your lower back felt cold and bare. He pressed a kiss between your shoulder and neck, trailing light kisses down towards your chest as his thumb traced patterns into the skin over your breastbone.

"Oh yeah, I really missed you…" His voice was husky. "So fucking much…" His other arm wound around your back, lifting your bottom so his mouth could find your lower one. He moaned against you before pulling away briefly, sucking in a quick breath through his teeth as his fingers fumbled to pull his pants down. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. A shudder ran through his body before he slid his hand inside the elastic band of his underwear. Pulling his cock free. It slapped against the skin below your belly button wetly.

He looked up from his task momentarily to gaze thoughtfully into your eyes, pupils blown wide like the eyes of a chinchilla. You tried to return his expression. A gentle smile curved your lips. His lips twitched up into a grin and he laughed softly to himself, amused at how soft he had gotten these days. How vulnerable and easily charmed he'd become. How far gone he was…

He smiled down at you. "You.. um.. ready?-" He was being all shy now. Maybe it was the spell that you seemed to put on him whenever he was in your presence. Or maybe it was simply how utterly happy you made him that he felt such hesitation. He wasn't used to it—you weren't going to hurt him, abandon him, or replace him.

He was safe. Secure. And loved.

And maybe thats when fucking you oh so raveneously turning to making love to you.

He locked your legs in place atop his shoulders, holding you firmly against his cock while you squirmed underneath trying to get into a comfortable position. One of his hands found yours and he threaded your fingers together as he positioned himself. You could feel the tension in his muscles as they stretched to accommodate your smaller size. Then, he began slowly, easing into you with care. His tip grazing by past your folds and planting itself inside. He stayed like that for a short time, wanting to bask in the warm exuberation of you and your body. He held still until he could feel your fingers press into the back of his hand, impatience. He began moving slowly, not rushing it, not taking it too quickly. Instead, he held onto that perfect moment as best he could while you took the first few thrusts. He hated to overwhelm or startle you. He understood you were smaller than him and he didn't want to cause any unnecessary stress. But, hisbody was so demanding. He pushed himself deeper by an inch. "Mh…" His throat rumbled. "God," he panted out, his fingers curling tighter around yours. "Fuck, that feels so good." He closed his eyes and let out a shaky sigh of relief. "That's good," he groaned, feeling as if he had spent too long without being inside of you like this. You gave a little cry as he hit a particularly tender part of you and he slowed again, allowing you time to adjust before pushing back in hard enough that it brought tears to your eyes. He wanted you to know how much he enjoyed this. How he truly adored you. He'd been alone for so long that finding someone that loved him in return felt like a miracle. He needed to savour everything you gave him. Every second. Because you deserved it.

His lips followed the outline of your shoulder, kissing the tender flesh lightly as he pumped into you harder. He couldn't get close enough, couldn't give you the pleasure he craved because his body wouldn't allow him to phase into your soul and live inside of it for the rest of his existence. He groaned. "God, can't ever last more then 7 minutes with you baby… making me look like a teenager." He laughed at his own humor, before cutting himself off with a low whine. He could hardly keep his head above water and yet the idea of you and him going 5 more rounds after this seemed like the only right course of action.

One last, deep plunge of his shaft, before you were both crying out. His eyes opened to meet yours. Their color dark with lust. His brow furrowed with concern. "Did I hurt you baby? That was a little harsh- m' sorry…" he mumbled anxiously, his hands cupping your hips gently. "You okay?"

Your hand reached up to grasp at his cheek. He leaned into your touch. A shaky laugh left your lips. "You didn't hurt me babe," you reassured him with a smile. Then, his mouth was against yours. ---------------------------------------- Reblog if you enjoyed!

[eternallyhauntingthehouseoflove]

Bruce Wayne fucked his partners through the mattress—and it depended on who and why. If you know he’s Batman, then he’d fuck for stress relief, to uncoil the sickening knot in his belly. However, if you’re unaware of his nighttime activities and believe you’d just lucked up meeting Bruce Wayne, then he’d fuck for ego. He’s got a point to prove: all those years as a recluse hadn’t dulled his ability to grant a lady a good time; that the stories of his youthful adventures are true. (Though his ego bleeds over into Batman as well since he wonders if he’s too old to still be the Dark Knight. If he’s lost his edge).

Bruce’s stamina is insane. He’d have you spread on your belly while he drove his cock into you. One hand enclosed around your throat, the other encircling your waist, and his lips grazing over your ear. Warm gusts of air caressing your cheek with each huff and grunt. The faint scent of his cologne lingering within the atmosphere, though it had been toppled by the aroma of sweat and sex. “Fuck,” he gritted out,” so tight f’me, doll. Only for me. Mine, aren’t you?” There was pride in being the one to undo Bruce Wayne, to make him cuss and grunt like a caveman, to draw out his Gotham accent. He was usually so put-together and driven.

Time warped and melted whenever Bruce had you beneath him. Despite his age, (don’t let him hear that) he could fuck for hours, content to drive his cum back into your hole until he came again. In fact, he enjoyed the slickness. There was something about keeping you beneath him that soothed the territorial monster caged within him like Mr. Hyde. Rarely could you lure the possessive, emerald eyed, envious beast out; Bruce was old and had dealt with his fair share of women seeking an emotional response. But with the perfect concoction of circumstances could you shatter the manacles binding the dominating, jealous, spiteful side of him—and it was wonderful.

Dick Grayson (Dixon’s version) preferred to let his lover work for it. There was a tantalizing element to gazing at his partner while she straddled him, and attempted to sink down into his cock. Dick wasn’t girth-y like Jason or Bruce (nor as unshaven). No, Dick was slim and long—and pretty. Dick was shaven and trimmed, smooth and hairless if he could help it. He never liked to offer up unshaven goods; he thought it was rude.

“God, you. . . you ride like a pro,” he breathed out, nigh gasping as though he’d run a race beside Usain Bolt. A sheen of sweated coated his toned physique, and a scarlet blush left a fiery trail from his cheeks down to his neck. “Don’t stop till I say.” Dick is more selfish in bed than Jason. Unlike Jason, Dick knows he’s cute—pretty, even. He’s confident both in himself and his ability to be selfish and still make you cum. . . hard. He won’t hesitate to assume control if he’s not liking your rhythm, or if he just wants to be a little shit and knock your orgasm off kilter. “Oh, were you going to cum? Sorry. Didn’t notice.”

Speaking of orgasms, Dick cums beautifully, even when he’d rather be described as ‘’manly’’ and handsome. He couldn’t restrain the tremble of his muscular thighs, or quell the furnace roaring inside his belly, or freeze the stars bursting behind the paleness of his eyelids. “I know, pretty baby. I know. Tight, aren’t I? Let it out for me,” you cooed, caressing his sweat-slick, inky black curls. Dick nodded quick and desperately, coal black lashes falling over his oceanic eyes. “Yes. Yes. That’s it. Gonna cum again. Just keep going.” The power he’d stolen returned with a vengeance. He’d gone limp beneath you. Fucked out, his breaths tremulous and stuttered. Naturally, Dick’s palms found purchase upon your breasts, pinching and flicking your nipples before he exerted the last of his strength to lean forward and suckle one into his mouth.

(There’s hints of a mommy kink if you squint hard enough).

Jason Todd loved to see his partner deep-throat his cock. It’s a personal pleasure of his, the one time he allows himself to be selfish during sex. He’s not sure why it’s fascinating to him. Perhaps the sheer primality of watching you struggle to swallow his thickness intrigues him, excites him, causes the hairs on his forearms to stand at attention and the nerves within his body to buzz like a million bees trapped beneath his skin.“That’s right, baby, keep going. Till I see tears,” he murmured, as his large hands slithered up into your nape and tightened in your hair.” Show me how much you love me, baby.”

“What a beauty.” Jason’s chocolate smeared irises tipped backward, his slender hips bucking upward into the warm cavern of your throat, his cock spewing viscous ropes of pearlescent cum. Jason’s frame fell slack against the sofa. Sated. Only you could loosen the tautness in his shoulders like a ball of yarn. Boy, did he adore you.” I hope you can go all night. Cuz I got some steam I been needin’ t’ blow off.”

[jellofish-plant]

Proof of Existence

Pairing: Jason Todd (Red Hood) x Reader Summary: You were used to waiting up for Jason after patrol, but you weren’t expecting Robin to be the one to climb through your window instead. Damian Wayne is determined to prove that Jason was lying about having a girlfriend, and unfortunately, that means invading your apartment at an ungodly hour. Things only escalate when he calls in reinforcements, and by the time Jason actually arrives, he finds you in the middle of a full-blown Wayne family interrogation.

Warnings: Fluff, sleep deprivation, Batfamily chaos, Jason being grumpy but soft

[Masterlist]

You sighed, rubbing your eyes as you glanced at the clock. 2:37 AM.

Jason was late. Again.

You weren’t exactly worried he was Red Hood, after all but you hated waiting up for him, exhaustion pulling at your limbs while the city lights flickered outside your window.

You barely had time to close your eyes before you heard a rustling noise near the fire escape. Immediately alert, you tensed, but before you could reach for your phone, the window slid open.

A small, caped figure landed silently in your living room.

You blinked. “You’re not Jason.”

Damian Wayne Robin, Gotham’s tiniest menace straightened up, arms crossed over his chest as he scrutinized you with a critical gaze.

“So you are real,” he muttered.

You stared at him, still half-asleep. “Excuse me?”

Damian narrowed his eyes. “Todd claims he has a girlfriend. I assumed it was a delusion. But…” He took a step closer, inspecting you like a rare specimen. “You exist.”

“Uh… yeah?” you said slowly, watching as he started pacing around the apartment.

“This is unfortunate,” he muttered to himself.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “It’s almost three in the morning, Damian. Did you break in just to confirm I’m not imaginary?”

“I could have waited for Todd to bring you to the Manor, but that would’ve taken forever.” Damian wandered over to the bookshelf, tilting his head as he scanned the titles. “Hmph. Your taste in literature is acceptable.”

“Oh, thank God, I was really losing sleep over that one,” you deadpanned.

Damian ignored you, already moving to your kitchen. He opened the fridge, scowled, then closed it again. “You don’t eat enough protein.”

You groaned, flopping onto the couch. “Jason is going to kill you when he finds out you’re here.”

“Tt. I doubt it.”

Unfortunately, before you could kick him out, he pulled a communicator from his belt.

“You’re not—”

Too late.

“Drake, come in. I have urgent news,” Damian said, voice completely serious.

There was a brief static crackle before a groggy voice responded. “Damian, it’s late. What could possibly—”

“She’s real.”

Silence.

Then—“No f**ing way.”*

You groaned loudly, covering your face with a pillow.

A few minutes later, your front door actually opened, this time with a key Tim Drake, still in his Red Robin suit but looking like he regretted every decision that led him here.

“Oh my God,” Tim breathed, staring at you like he’d just seen a ghost. “Jason actually has a girlfriend.”

“Why does everyone think I’m fake?” you demanded.

Tim grinned. “Because Jason refuses to let us meet you. Honestly, I thought you were just an excuse for him to leave family dinners early.”

Damian huffed. “As if Todd would be clever enough for that.”

You sighed. “Okay. Great. Mystery solved. You guys can leave now—”

Knock knock.

Oh, come on.

The door opened again, and in strolled none other than Dick Grayson—Nightwing himself—looking far too excited for this hour.

“Ohhhh, this is fantastic,” he said, beaming as he took in the scene. “We finally have proof! Jason’s not making it up!”

“I hate all of you,” you grumbled, pulling Jason’s discarded hoodie over your head as if that could make them all disappear.

“Are you being held against your will?” Dick asked, only half-joking.

“No, but I will commit a crime if you don’t let me sleep.”

Before Dick could respond, the window slammed open again.

“What the hell is going on?”

Jason stood on the fire escape, mask half-off, hair a mess, and murder in his eyes.

“Oh, hey, Jason,” Tim greeted casually. “Nice place.”

Jason’s eye twitched. “Are you—why—” He ran a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. “It is three in the goddamn morning.”

“Yes, I noticed,” you said dryly.

Jason turned to you, taking in the way you looked tired, wrapped in his hoodie, blanket half-falling off the couch. His jaw tightened. “Baby, why are you still up?”

You gestured vaguely to the three idiots in your apartment. “Ask them.”

Jason’s glare could’ve set the building on fire. “What the hell are you all doing here?”

“Confirming she’s real,” Damian said simply.

Jason groaned. “Are you kidding me? You—” He pointed at Damian. “Go home. You—” Now at Tim. “Stop enabling this. And you—” Dick raised his hands before Jason could finish.

“Relax, Jaybird,” Dick said, smirking. “We’re just excited to meet the girl you’ve been hiding.”

Jason pinched the bridge of his nose. “I hate all of you.”

“Are you two really dating?” a new voice cut through.

Stephanie Brown Batgirl was standing by the window now, her blonde hair messy from a night’s patrol. She crossed her arms, raising a brow at you. “I’m sorry, but I had to see for myself. I really thought it was just some weird ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ thing.”

“Oh my God,” you muttered, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips.

“I’m just here for the popcorn,” Duke Thomas The Signal grinned from the doorway, joining the chaos with his own brand of enthusiasm.

Jason stood frozen, arms crossed, looking like he was about to explode. “This is not happening.”

“Oh, it’s happening,” Dick teased, leaning in and nudging Jason. “You can’t hide her anymore.”

Jason groaned, rubbing his face. “I swear to God…”

“Jason, relax,” you said, trying to calm him down, but your voice still laced with amusement. “Your family’s just a little... excited.”

Jason turned to you, his expression softening just a little. “I’m sorry, baby.” He pulled you close, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I didn’t expect them to turn up like this, but…” He shot his family one last glare before pulling you closer. “I think I need some alone time with my girlfriend now.”

Everyone groaned in unison.

“You know what, fine,” Tim sighed, pushing himself off the wall. “We’ve gotten the proof we need. No more interruptions. You two have a good night.”

“You guys are the worst,” you muttered, laughing as Jason huffed beside you.

And when they finally filed out, leaving you alone with Jason, you sank back into his arms, letting the chaos of the Batfamily fade into the background.

Jason chuckled softly, kissing the top of your head. “Well, at least they like you.”

You smirked. “Yeah, I think I’ve officially been inducted into the Batfamily now.”

Jason snorted. “They’ll never leave us alone again, will they?”

“Not unless we’re really convincing at family dinners,” you teased.

Jason sighed, but there was a fond look in his eyes. “Maybe we’ll make a run for it next time.”

You laughed softly. “Sounds like a plan.”

[debonairprincesposts]

Loving Concern

Summary: You like to wear hoodies. Always. Jason is concerned that you might be hiding something underneath.

Warning(s): Involves topics like self-harm. Proceed at your own risk.

Words: 833.

Jason watched you across the dimly lit living room of his safehouse. His Angel, his sweetheart. You were curled up on the worn leather couch, a book open in your lap, but he doubted you were reading. Your eyes were distant, unfocused. As always, you were swallowed by one of your oversized hoodies, this one a faded black with the hood pulled low, obscuring most of your face. "Baby," he murmured, the endearment feeling both natural and like a desperate plea.

You glanced up, a soft smile gracing your lips. "Hey, Jay."

He hated this. Hated the way his chest tightened every time he saw you draped in those concealing clothes. He knew it was irrational, knew you had a whole wardrobe of these things, but the darkness clung to him like a second skin. He'd seen too much darkness, carried too much himself. He'd clawed his way out of the pit, both literally and figuratively, and the scars, both visible and invisible, were a constant reminder of how close he'd come to being consumed.

He knew your past wasn't sunshine and roses. You'd hinted at things, shadows lurking just beyond the edge of your words. And those damn hoodies... they were a shield, a barrier. What were you hiding?

He forced himself to breathe, to unclench his fists. He couldn't let his own demons poison your relationship. He had to trust you. But the fear, the gnawing, insidious fear, wouldn't let him.

He stood, the floorboards creaking softly under his weight. He walked over to the couch and knelt in front of you, taking your hands in his. Your skin was soft, warm, a stark contrast to the cold dread that had settled in his gut. "Sweetheart," he said, his voice rough, "can we talk?"

Your brow furrowed slightly. "Of course, Jay. What's wrong?"

He hesitated, searching your eyes for any sign of... what? Pain? Deceit? He didn't know. "It's... it's nothing, really. Just being stupid." He hated himself for the evasion, but the words felt like lead in his mouth.

You squeezed his hands. "You can tell me anything, you know that."

He took a deep breath. "It's just... you always wear these hoodies, Angel. And I worry." He hated how weak he sounded, how vulnerable.

Your expression shifted from concern to confusion. "Worry? About what?"

He swallowed hard. "I just... I worry that you're hiding something. That you're... hurting." The word hung in the air, heavy and accusing.

Your eyes widened, and for a moment, he thought he saw a flicker of hurt. But it was quickly replaced by something else, something that looked suspiciously like amusement. "Hurting? Jay, what are you talking about?"

He gestured vaguely at your arms, hidden beneath the fabric. "Underneath... your sleeves."

You stared at him for a long, silent moment, and then a soft laugh escaped your lips. "You think I'm... self-harming?"

He flinched at the bluntness of your words. "I... I don't know. I just worry, okay? I care about you."

You reached out and gently cupped his face, your thumbs tracing the lines of his jaw. "I know you do, baby. And I appreciate it. But there's nothing to worry about."

He searched your eyes, desperate to believe you. "Can you... can you show me?" The words were barely a whisper, laced with shame.

You didn't hesitate. You pushed up the sleeves of the hoodie, revealing your forearms. Smooth, unmarked skin. A few faint scratches, undoubtedly from your beloved cats, were the only imperfections. No angry red lines, no faded white scars. Nothing.

Relief washed over him in a tidal wave, so potent it almost knocked him off balance. He hadn't realized how tightly wound he'd been until the tension began to bleed out of him.

"See? Nothing to worry about," you said, your voice gentle. "I just like hoodies. They're comfortable. And they keep my neck warm." You tugged at the collar, a small, almost shy gesture. "I get cold easily."

He took your hands again, turning them over in his. He kissed your palms, his heart overflowing with a mixture of gratitude and self-reproach. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "I shouldn't have doubted you."

You smiled, a genuine, radiant smile that chased away the shadows in his mind. "It's okay, Jay. I understand. But trust me, if something was wrong, I'd tell you."

He knew you would. He had to trust you. He pulled you close, burying his face in your hair, inhaling the familiar scent of your shampoo. "I love you," he whispered, the words a promise, a vow.

You hugged him tightly. "I love you too, Jay."

He still didn't completely understand your obsession with hoodies, but in that moment, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that you were safe, that you were okay. And that he had you, his sweetheart, his Angel, right here in his arms. He would fight every demon, every fear, to keep you safe. Even if those demons were his own.

[devilishvalentine]

Jason: We need a plan.

Y/N: I have a plan.

Jason: A plan that doesn't involve self-sacrifice.

Y/N: I have no plan.