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RIGHT SIDE OF MY NECK

You hate your coworker Jason Todd. Despite this, the tow of you have been given the same client and are forced to work together

enemies to lovers, NSFW, office sex, confessions

(This is quite long 😓 a fair warning!)

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You hate Jason Todd. So much. So impossibly so.

You’d met three years ago when you’d joined the RH firm. It was one of the biggest in Gotham, known for its impeccable lawyers and cutthroat attitude. You don’t lose a case when you hire someone from RH, and especially not when it’s Jason Todd.

You’d been excited to meet him at first. Any lawyer worth their salt would be. You always looked out for his name in the news, when he’d be on the stand once more. You’d even sat in on one of his trials, watched in awe at the way he commandeered a room, his strong voice bouncing off the walls. There was no doubting, even now with your ever present hatred, that Jason Todd is amazing at what he does.

He’s also so gorgeous.

You’re sure he was some sort of superhero in another life, because he is so jacked. You remember the day the office had gone to the bar on a random Friday, and he’d worn this tight fit short sleeve shirt. And his muscles were almost tearing the fabric, and you’re ninety nine percent sure when he stretched up, the hem of his shirt lifted and he had a six pack hiding underneath there. His hair was greying but it made him look better, soft brown and white curls always perfectly styled over his face. And those eyes. So piercing, so guarded. When he looks at you it feels like he can read every single thought racing through your brain.

It is just such a shame he is so insufferably annoying.

So cocky, so vain. It’s no surprise that he is, most lawyers are. You need to think that you’re the best because that confidence boost does wonders in court. But he is just so annoying with it. Always bragging, always has something smart to say to you. And the worst part is he looks so proud of himself afterwards, a stupid smirk on his face after he successfully pisses you off.

You can’t even remember when it started. A few days after you’d started, a petty squabble here and there and a disagreement every now and then. You were a strong personality and he wanted everything his way, and it didn’t end well for either of you. The icing on the cake was when you’d been given a case that he had wanted, and it seemed to solidify the little squabbles between you two.

You can hear him before you see him. Footsteps that command respect as they thump up to your door. He doesn’t knock, just swings it open and invites himself in. Shirt perfectly ironed and pressed against the hard planes of his chest. Perfect knot on his tie. It’s not fair he can look this good at work. Your eyes flit over him once more, before you look back down at your screen.

“Knock before you walk into my office.” You snap.

“Woah, what’s with the attitude? It’s still early, love.”

You scowl at him and the smile on his face widens. You mumble some choice words under your breath and shut your laptop.

“Don’t call me that. And what do you want?”

Jason drops some files on your desk. You flick through them, biting the end of your pen as you scan them quickly. There's a client that needs help settling a dispute over some plot of land in some important part of Gotham. Not that any part of Gotham is that important.

“Is this for me?” When a reply doesn’t come quickly, you glance up, and Jason is just staring at you.

You wave a hand in the air. “Hello? Did you come in here to stare at me?”

He seems to snap out of it quickly, reaching forward and grabbing the papers from in front of you. “Boss wants us to work on this together.”

Fuck.

“Why?” You groan. “Does he want me to kill myself?”

“My dreams are not common, unfortunately.”

You make a face at him and he huffs a laugh. “The guy is a real tool. I’ve worked with him before, so be prepared to get pissed off.”

You sit back in your chair, hand over your face. You wave him off. “Okay. Goodbye.”

“Meeting is at three.”

“Goodbye.”

“In conference room B.”

“Jason Todd, so help me.”

He leaves then, hands up in surrender, ignoring your shouts to shut your door behind him.

You finish up the stuff you need to do, and psyche yourself up for this meeting. You kid yourself that you won’t need to spend that long with Jason. Everything will be fine.

When you walk into the conference room, Jason is already talking to him. Micheal Battersby, a man whose money was the only good thing about him. You don’t like him the second you lay your eyes on him, especially with the leery way he’s looking at you. But you plaster on a smile, holding out a hand and introducing yourself.

“Wow. Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He grins at you and his teeth are too white.

“Thank you. I assume Jason’s run over most of the agenda with you?” You decide not to comment too much on his compliment.

When you turn to Jason, he looks angry. He’s clenching his jaw and when his eyes meet yours you almost fall back a bit. But in a moment it’s gone, and he’s back to his customer service smile.

“Yes, the first half.”

You spend the next few minutes working through the rest of your paper with him. Jason doesn’t talk as much as you’d think, just occasionally chimes in when need be. Just when you think you can finish up and get away from Michael’s horrible attempts at flirting, one of the office interns pops her head through the door.

“There’s a phone call for you, Y/N.”

Of course there is. You turn to the two men, quickly getting up. “I’ll be back shortly.” You smile.

And it’s your mother. Asking when you’ll see her. How she can only ever reach you when she calls your work.

“Mom, please, I’m busy.” You whisper into the phone, looking back at the rooms door.

“Oh, I won’t be long, darling.”

You entertain her for as long as you can, before you’re rushing back to the conference room. Before you can walk in, Jason storms out the room. He shoves past you and you frown. A peek tells you Micheal is still sitting down, looking a little fussed. Jason’s annoying, but you’d much rather be around him than creepy Micheal, so you quickly rush after him.

“What happened?”

“We’re done. Told him to go home.” He grunts, not even turning to look at you. Irritation laces his voice and you wonder what you missed.

“So now what?”

Jason reaches his office door and sighs irritably. He turns to look at you and you take a quick step back at how close he’s standing.

“Come to my office at five, we can work on the terms. I’ll set a meeting for tomorrow to give them to him.”

You don’t have time to reply before he’s slamming the door in your face.

—-

Time does not seem to fly waiting for five o’clock to come around. Jason had given you two hours, probably to finish up the work you were doing before, but for some reason you’re so nervous about being alone in his office, that you just sit in your office, thinking.

You play a random show in the background and decide now is a good of a time as any to eat your lunch. You chew slowly and purposefully and watch Ross and Rachel argue about something for the millionth time.

You decide, after the clock strikes 2:47, that being thirteen minutes early won’t hurt. You grab your laptop and walk your way to his office, adjusting your pencil skirt and making sure you haven’t sweat through your white blouse. You make sure there’s no mascara under your eyes and knock very impatiently on the door, until an annoyed voice tells you to come in.

You shoot Jason a too sweet smile and he raises a brow. “You’re thirteen minutes early.”

“What can I say, I have a good work ethic. You could learn a thing or two.”

Jason scoffs. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you left our client in the conference room on his own, and stormed out.”

“I didn’t storm out.”

“Uh, yeah, you did. You look super pissed too.” You sit down in the chair in front of his desk.

You’ve been in Jason’s office a couple of times before, but you let yourself take a proper look at it this time. It’s quite minimalist. You have pictures of your friends and family, and gifts from clients all over the room. But his office is void of most things personal, or just most things at all.

There’s a few plants on his shelves, and only one picture frame with him and three other guys, one of them quite younger than the rest. Jason’s never mentioned his brothers but then again, you guys don’t really talk.

The one thing that is all over his room is books. You find yourself reading the titles from where you’re sitting, head tilting slightly.

“You alright there?”

You turn back to him to find him staring at you again. You feel like that’s been happening a lot recently. “Just surprised you could read, is all.”

“Ha ha. Shut up.”

You keep looking at the books. “Hey, you have Agatha Christie’s books. I love her books?”

Jason tilts his head a little. “Really?”

“Yeah! My mum got me into them when I was younger. The ABC murders is my favourite.”

Jason studies you for a moment. “Who knew you knew good literature?”

“I know good everything, Todd. Now what does flirty old Micheal want?” You say, flipping Jason’s laptop around to read what he’s writing.

You laugh a little at the way his face falls. “What is your problem with him?”

“He’s fucking annoying. And every word out of his mouth is a brag, and it’s never even things worth bragging about.”

“True. He likes to look too. At things he probably shouldn’t be looking at.” You say, eyes still on the laptop.

“What?”

“Yeah, he's kinda leery, but. It’s fine. I’m not going to be around him long, so. I’ll make do.” You shrug.

“It’s not fine. That’s fucking gross.”

Your eyes widen slightly. He seemed so annoyed for you. It was weird. Usually he was just annoyed at you.

“Yeah, well. What am I going to do? This is good business for the firm, and it’s not like he’s going to do anything.”

Jason scoffs. A prickle of annoyance runs through your body. “You don’t know that.”

“I think I can handle myself.” You frown.

“Sure you can.”

You don’t like the tone in his voice. “You disagree?”

“What? I didn't say anything.”

“Sure you didn’t.”

“Oh my god. Can we just get this done?”

The two of you work in silence for a few minutes. There’s a weird tension in the room, and you’re more confused than anything else. You can’t tell if Jason was mad at you or at Micheal. You don’t even know why he’s so mad. It’s all very confusing, and the pathetic sandwich you’d bought for your lunch, that you didn’t even finish, has done nothing to ease your hunger.

After about half an hour of silent work, you glance up at Jason. He looks good when he’s focusing like that. It’s unfortunate your brain supplies you with such thoughts, because you are supposed to be mad at him. But he’s biting the inside of his cheek and he looks so good, it cannot be helped.

“You have a real bad staring problem.”

You shoot him a glare. “Shut up.”

You close your laptop quickly, eager to change the subject. “I’m hungry. Can we order food?”

You are almost 100% sure he is well aware you’re trying to do so, but he lets it slide. “We need to work.”

“We can work and eat. We’ll force one of the interns to get us food.” You whisper the last words and he smiles slightly.

“I guess.”

“Great. Thanks for paying.”

“I didn’t-“

“Thanks for paying!”

—-

You’re kind of excited for the meeting with Micheal. Not because of Micheal. Because of Jason.

Yesterday was fun. He did actually pay for the food, and the weird little argument you had about Micheal was forgotten once it had arrived. You’d gotten shawarma sandwiches from the place down the street, the owner a guy who you’d been buying from forever.

It was weird. You don’t think you’d ever have a conversation that’s lasted longer than five minutes with Jason that didn’t end in someone saying something snarky or rude or petty. But it turns out that he’s actually fun to be around, oddly enough. Maybe your hatred was far-fetched.

You’d worn your red blouse today, and the same penciI skirt you wore most days. You wanted to look good today, it’d help you feel good. That’s what you told yourself at least. There’s no other reason you’d want to look good. You walk into conference room B, at 12:45 in the afternoon, fifteen minutes before the meeting. You plug in some headphones and play some solitaire to pass the time.

Then it turns to one, and nobody walks in. Not Jason and not Micheal. You drum your fingers against the desk impatiently. It’s fine one of them being late, but both? Something feels off.

You get up, heels clicking against the floor as you walk over to Star, the red-head receptionist everybody is obsessed with. She’s kind and bubbly and from abroad, her innocent curiosity about everything in Gotham made her fun to be around. She gives you a beaming smile as you walk over.

“Hi, Star.”

“Hiya! May I be of any assistance?” There’s a little foreign twinge to her accent you’ve never been able to figure out.

“Yeah, actually. Have you seen Jason? We were supposed to be meeting with a client at one but they both haven’t showed.”

Star looks confused. She blinks big green eyes up at you. “But Jason already had his meeting.”

You freeze. “What?”

“Well, he called me last night and told me to move it to 11:30. And they finished up and left. Jason is in his office.” Star gets quieter as the look on your face gets angrier.

“Are you kidding me right now?”

“No! No, you can go ask him.”

You take a breath in, steeling yourself. “I’m sorry, Star. It’s not you I’m mad at.”

You can’t believe him. Just when you think he’s different, that he’s not as big of a dick as you’d thought, he pulls some shit like this.

You leave your stuff in the conference room and all but run away to his office. You don’t knock, don’t even announce yourself. You’re sure that the angry click of your heels down the corridors was tell enough you were arriving. The door swings open and Jason is sitting at his desk. He looks up at you, eyes lingering on your body for a second, before he looks back down. He doesn’t say a word.

“You’re just gonna fucking sit there? Not say anything?”

Jason shrugs, leaning back in his chair. Long legs stretch under his desks. “What is it you’d like me to say?”

You frown. “Something? We were supposed to talk to the client together. We planned everything together. And not only did you do it without me, but you changed the date so I wouldn’t even know about it!”

He just looks at you. Those piercing eyes stare right through your soul.

“Todd, fucking say something!” You yell.

“There’s no need for all the hostility. You can discuss this with me like a mature adult, you know.”

And his voice is so condescending, and he looks at you with this look on his face that makes you want to throttle him.

“You are not the mature one here. I mean, changing the times so I would show up to an empty room? That’s middle school shit.” You scoff and he just sighs.

“Look. I meant nothing by it.”

“So you’re a dick and a liar. Very good to know.”

Jason rolls his eyes. “Can you calm down?”

You laugh, a hand halting from where it was toying with your hair. “No. I can’t calm down. Because you are so insufferable. And I knew working on this stupid client with you would drive me crazy.”

Jason’s eyebrows furrow. “I’m insufferable? You’re the one freaking out over shit that doesn’t matter.” He stands up, and you try not to let his towering height intimidate you.

“It does matter, because it means you don’t respect me and my work. It was a shitty thing to do, Jason. How can’t you see that?”

He scoffs. “That little meeting means that much to you? If you wanted to see Micheal so bad you could I’ve just told me.”

“What- What are you even talking about?”

Jason just looks angry. He turns away, not replying, and you’ve had enough. You don’t want him to see the hurt on your face so you turn away too.

“God, I actually hate you, Jason. So much.”

And you storm off. Fully intending to, at least. But the soft way he speaks his next words, so jarring from the yelling only moments ago, stops you with your hand almost at the door.

“No, you don’t.”

You don’t turn when you speak. “And how do you figure that?”

“Because I’m not stupid. Or blind.”

When you finally look back at him, he’s still standing behind his desk, but he seems much more relaxed. Like he’s just figured out something especially difficult, and he smiles.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You don’t think I notice how much you stare at me?”

Your face burns and his smile turns into something much more dangerous. “I- I don’t stare at you.”

“Oh, that stutter is not very convincing. I know you better than that, love.”

He slowly starts making his way towards you. Very

slowly edging around his desk. You back up the small distance remaining between you and the door, to try and assert some dominance.

“Always staring when you think I’m not looking. And those rare times I do catch you, your face turns that delicious colour it’s turning right now.” He nods. He slowly reaches up and undoes his tie, fingers curling under the knot until it lies flat against his chest.

“You get so worked up when I tease you. Why do you think I do it so much?”

“Because you’re annoying.” You try to sound as rude as you can, but your voice sounds awfully breathy.

Jason slowly undoes the buttons in his cuffs. “Nah, you love it. I can tell. I’m very good at reading people, see. And I’ve been testing you. How well you respond to me.”

Fucking hell. What is going on right now? You think the logical thing to do is just leave, but Jason is now pulling his shirt sleeves up to his elbows, rolling them carefully, and the sight is enough to throw every ounce of logic out the window.

“You wanna know why I didn’t let you in on the meetings? Because Micheal likes you. A lot.”

“I don’t-“

“You should’ve heard the way he spoke about you when you walked out the room.”

He’s closer now, enough that if you walked three steps forward you’d be touching.

“Made me punch him in the face. Kick him out the building right there and then. Did you know that?”

Your heart stutters in your chest, hope fluttering in your stomach. “No. I didn’t.”

He just nods again. And his eyes don’t leave you for a second, not even when you shamelessly take in the sight of him in front of you.

“I was jealous, you see. But it was dumb of me to be jealous because you don’t like him. You like me.”

You scoff, laughing nervously. You shake your head. “No. No, I don’t like you. What-“

“It’s why you’re so mad about the fact you weren’t there. You want me to notice you. You want my attention.”

And he closes the distance between you two. His hand twitches at his side like he wants to reach up and touch you, but he doesn’t. His height is so much more obvious this close, and you have to look up to meet his eyes.

“You have it. You always have.” He swallows roughly.

“So I’m giving you a choice. You can leave right now, and it won’t change anything between us, and we can pretend this never happened.”

You just look at him. You don’t think you could speak if you tried. Not when he’s looking at you like he wants to devour you.

“Or you can stay. And I’ll give you that attention you’ve been begging for.”

Fuck. Shit. Fuck.

He’s waiting. He’s waiting patiently but you can see the flicker of doubt and rejection growing bigger in his eyes. And you think about how much you hate him, how angry he makes you feel, how much he goes out of his way to tease you, how mad you were literally seconds ago.

And you reach up and kiss him.

It’s hot and heavy and desperate, and you feel like two teenagers hooking up before your parents get home. His hands slide up your waist, your chest, land on your face to pull you closer.

“Knew it, I knew you liked me.” He says between kisses, breathing hard.

“Shut up.” You mumble kissing him harder.

Your lipstick stains his mouth and your stomach turns at the sight. Jason fingers the collar of your blouse, the deep red fabric sliding between his fingers.

“You know my favourite colour is red?”

“I do now.”

He smirks into your skin, kissing down to the small triangle of skin showing from your three open buttons. He sucks a mark into your skin and you sigh, hand tangling in his hair.

“You’re so soft. Can I take this off?” He asks and you nod, immediately reaching up to help him unbotton it.

Your shirt falls to the floor as it slides off your back and Jason groans at the sight of you in front of him. You smile slightly, face heating a little at those eyes looking at you so hard.

“Like what you see?”

He just nods, hands reaching back to fumble with your bra. It brings his face closer and you press a kiss on his lips again, tongue tangling with his. His fingers stutter in their movements, but the bite to his bottom lips spurs him back to action. Your bra joins your shirt, and his hands reach up and cup your chest, calloused hands massaging your skin, thumb brushing against your nipple. You sigh, head leaning back on the door.

You jolt slightly as he pinches one hard, and you glare at him. He just kisses you again.

“I love when you look at me like that.”

“Masochist.”

“Oh, you don’t even know, baby.”

You pinches your nipple again and swallows your protests in his mouth. Your hands travel against his chest, trying to unbutton his shirt. He stops his ministrations on your breast to grab both your hands in one of his.

“No touching.”

“I’m literally half naked and you’re still fully dressed. This doesn’t feel very fair.”

Jason just grins. “I wanna take my time with you. I’ve been waiting forever for this.”

His words distract you enough that you don’t react immediately when he kneels down, pushing your skirt up past your thighs and bunching it around your waist. He toys with your underwear and your face burns.

“Jason-“

“You need to be quiet, okay?” He reaches up and locks his office door, his eyes focused on something different for once.

“Okay. That’s fine.” You nod frantically, gripping his shoulder for support.

Jason slides your underwear down your legs, lifting up your feet so he can throw them to the side. He hooks one leg over his shoulder and you wonder how mortifying it would be if someone walked in, saw how exposed you were and the pure lust that Jason is looking at you with. He presses a kiss to the side of your leg, travelling up slowly.

“Fucking hell, Jason, come on.” You whine.

He tuts, biting the soft skin on your thigh. “Let me savour this.”

“Savour it faster. I’d have thought you of all-“

And you’re interrupted as Jason licks a stripe up your cunt, tongue dipping in to graze against your clit. You gasp slightly, and it spurs him on, licking deeper and faster, and you’re embarrassed at how wet you sound from just kissing him. But you don’t have much time to be embarrassed because your eyes are fluttering shut as he eats you with a fervour that makes your skin flush.

And of course Jason is the best head you’ve ever had, because of course Jason needs to be the best at everything. He sucks your clit once, twice and you cover your mouth with your hand to stifle your moans. He grins, bringing his hands up to spread your lips open.

“You like that, huh? Didn’t think you’d be so sensitive.”

He kisses your lips and you sigh, hands tugging at his hair. He groans as you do so, and you’ll remember that little tidbit for later. Your breathing stutters more as he speed ships ministrations, and with each muffled moan and twitch of your hips he draws you closer and closer to finish. And it’s after one more long, exaggerated suck of your clit that you cum, and he drags you through it.

“Oh, such a pretty mess for me.” He groans, and you twitch as his fingers slap your cunt once.

You feel like you might pass out, but when he stands back up you can see yourself glistening on his lips. And when he starts unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a six-pack (you were right before) you think you could go another hundred times. You’re about to slip of your heels but he tells you to keep them on. It’s hotter, apparently.

He pulls you over to his desk and you watch the ripple of muscle in his back. He leans you against his desk. You let your hands trace down his body, muscles and abs stretching beneath your skin. The rush from before feels different now, and you want to savour him too.

“Fuck, you’re so ripped.”

He laughs, nosing the crook of your neck. He licks a stripe against your pulse and you push him away.

“Hey, no marks. Visible ones, at least.” You scold and he rolls his eyes.

He traces lightly over the ones he left earlier. Looking at you fondly. You reach down and unbuckle his belt. You slide it out slowly, placing it on the desk. He just watches you closely.

“You have no idea how gorgeous you look right now.”

You smile bashfully. Your hair is a mess where he’d been tangling it in his hands, your chest covered in marks and your skirt wrinkles from where it’s still bunched at your waist. You’re sure you look a mess, but you appreciate the thought.

“Are you gonna fuck me now?”

Jason’s breathes deeply, and his hold on your waist tightens as you unbutton his trousers.

“That what you want?”

“Mhm.”

He places your hands at your side. Kisses into your mouth once more, wet and teasing. And when his hand reaches into his boxers you have to stop your mouth from dropping, because, of course he’s as well endowed as he is.

“You like what you see?” He teases and you sigh.

He leans forward until his forehead brushes yours, and he guides himself to your entrance. And just waits. You buck your hips and it pushes him against your clit and you whine.

“Jason. What are you waiting for?”

“Tell me what you want.”

You glare at him. “You know what I want.”

“No, I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want.”

Your face heats slightly. “I. I want you to fuck me.”

Jason nods. “Again. Without the stutter this time.”

Fucking hell. “I want you to fuck me, Jason. Please, oh please will you- fuck!”

And he presses into you so suddenly, and fills you up in a way that has your mouth open in a silent scream, your head falls on his shoulder, nails digging into his back. He doesn’t move, lets you adjust for a moment, and when he does, he drags deliciously against your walls. He’s so thick, and you moan as he moves faster.

“You’re doing so well. Taking me so well.” He moans into your ear, his breath hot and heavy.

The room smells like sweat and sex, and it’s so easy to forget everything when your eyes are screwed shut and he is leaning his arms either side of you, bracing himself on his desk.

It’s not so easy to forget when someone knocks at his office door. It’s then you remember that you’re actually at work and you are having sex at work in your coworker’s office at work.

You and Jason immediately freeze, and you think you might die if the two of you get caught.

“Who is it?”

“It is Star!”

You curse under your breath, leaning your head on his chest. He runs a hand through your hair. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes. I just had some papers to give you. And also Y/N was very angry with you.”

Jason grins down at you. “Really?”

“Yes. Did you speak to her?”

He nods. “Mhm we hashed things out. She understood that I was right, and it was fine.”

You scowl at him. Star tries the door again and he rattles some excuse about how he’s in an online meeting. You then remember the position the two of you are in, and you think a little bit of payback is necessary.

“Yeah, when I finish off we can- fuck.” He groans as you push your hips forward, and he fixes you with a look so dangerous it nearly makes you stop. Nearly.

“Is everything okay?” Star yells.

“Yes! Yes I just- I- I stubbed my toe.” Jason squeezed out.

“Oh. Would you like me to bring some first-aid?”

“Not necessary and I’m really sorry but I need to go. Just leave the papers at the door.”

“Okay. Goodbye!”

He waits a second until he hears her walking away, before he thrusts into you harshly and you gasp.

“You think that’s funny?”

You moan, bracing yourself on his chest. “A-A little.” You grin.

“Yeah?”

And then he lifts you up effortlessly, like you weight nothing, sitting you on his desk. And like this he can reach that spot that only so many men knew even existed, and you have to bite your fist to keep from screaming. And he’s consistent, pumping into you long and hard every time. His brow sweats and you can feel tears brimming in your eyes.

“You like that?”

You can’t even respond. Just try to keep your noises to a minimum.

“Aw, why are we so quiet now? Where’d all that confidence go?” He drawls, and some tears do fall when his fingers reach down to rub fast circles on your clit.

“Want you to cum for me. And I want you to look at me when you do it. I wanna see.”

And the eye contact is so intimate, and you can’t imagine that just yesterday you were loathing at the thought of him. And when you cum on his fingers his face scrunches as you tighten around him.

“That’s my good girl. Fuck, so good for me.” He mumbles.

He doesn’t stop though. He still hasn’t finished and you don’t know if you can take it. You tell him as much and he shakes his head.

“You can. I know you can, baby. Because you’re so needy for it. Letting me fuck you in my office at work. Anyone could hear you, could walk in. And see you spread on my desk like this..” He says, his words interrupted by heavy breaths and stutters.

And it’s only a few seconds before you break away from the overstimulation and it feels good again. You nails scratch against his back and kisses your chest, your neck, your face. Whatever he can get his lips on.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Want you to come with me, yeah?”

“Jason, no, I- I can’t.”

He presses a soft kiss to your lips. “Cum one more time. I know you got it in you, baby.

You shake your head but there’s no protests on your lips as his fingers find your clit once more. And its to the sounds of the two of you breathing and moaning and Jason’s whispered praises that you both finish, and he whimpers, and you think you can die happy.

“Baby, you did so well.” He sighs.

He reaches down again. Before you can tell him to really fuck off, you feel the familiar lace of you underwear being slipped around your heels, your feet. He drags them up your leg and he stands you up, and you have to hold onto his arm so you don’t fall. He pulls up your underwear and you wince, the feeling of his cum still inside of you, and he pulls down your skirt and pats your ass.

“Jason. This is gross, how am I gonna work for the next three hours like this?”

“You can go home and shower. Tell them you’re sick.”

“With your cum dripping down my legs?” You drawl.

“Think of it as a little reminder of me on your way.”

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ugh jason Todd let’s make OUUTTTTTTTTT. My last jason Todd fic is on like 500 notes!!!!! Thank u sm for the love everyone

If u couldn’t tell I like writing characters in just the everyday life.. I love an alternate universe and I was watching suits and that’s how this fic came to be!

For those new to my account, this is the third NSFW fic I’ve written so plz be nice 😖 I have also never felt the touch of a man so… this is also probably inaccurate

And I also just wanna say thank you so much to every who leaves comments and reposts and likes my stuff. It genuinely means so so much to me that you enjoy the work I put out, because I love writing it!

anyways I hope u all enjoyed 🩷 I am struggling to think of ideas, so now is the best time to leave me some asks!!

#oneshot #fluff #b3ach bunn7 #jason todd x y/n #jason todd oneshot #jason todd reader #jason todd red hood #jason todd x reader #jason todd #dc comics #dc universe #batfam #batman #teen titans #teen titains go #batfic

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echoalyssa · 4 months ago

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HA HA HA | Jason Todd

Jason Todd x Reader (With Dual Perspectives). NSFW!

Jason sighs and drops his pistol on the bedroom desk, it lands with a metallic thud. It had been one long day. He's wound tight. Tighter than usual. Integrating back into society after everything that had happened... well it took a lot out of him.

He's waiting on his girlfriend, who was due to return from her mission with her brother, Dick. The pair had only been separated for a few days but in Jason's mind it was tragically too long. Unacceptable.

Jason paces back and forth across the rug in your shared bedroom, time was not going fast enough.

You nudge the door open to your apartment with a soft groan, you had never been more grateful to be back in your apartment than at this moment. You shed clothing as your walk, stripping back the latex fabric so the catsuit dangles off your waist. You roll your shoulders, sighing at the stiffness and then walk into your bedroom.

Barely half a foot through the door there's a hand in your hair and your back is pressed against drywall. His lips weld themselves to yours immediately. His hand wraps under your thigh, hitching it up around his waist.

His palms are rough with you, palms calloused from years of training. You nip at his bottom lip and his fingers lock around your hips. He's grinding your bodies against each other. Jason's fingers shove the latex down over your ass and then he spins you, cushioning the impact with his forearm between you and the wall.

His balls hurt. His fucking balls hurt.

"Jace." You coo at him, pressing against him like a cat in heat.

He hooks his fingers into your panties and shucks them down your thighs as well. Your boyfriend rips away from you just long enough to rip off his plain back t-shirt.

Over your shoulder you glance the hard ridges of muscle that make up his torso. Except the skin is marked in red ink. His new tattoos.

When Jason had been taken by the Joker he'd been beaten brutally, but the Joker had also left his mark on him. Literally. Jarring red letters that read 'HA HA HA' stretched from the top of his ribs to just above his hip. On his hip was a black illustration of the Joker's smile.

You were still trying to get used to seeing it on him. Jason had opted to leave the mark instead of trying to get rid of it.

In his mind, it was his price to bear for all the people that he hurt.

Jason shoves his sweatpants down his legs, his entire focus wrapped around his girl. She looks perfect against him, all beautiful, long and lithe.

"I fucking love you." He mutters into her ear.

He doesn't wait a second longer and spits into his palm before he's lining himself up against her and then taking what's his.

You inhale sharply, reaching back to claw at the back of his neck. You'd missed him. Four days was too long.

His hands are everywhere all at once and you're left to writhe in his grip as he shows you just how good he can make you feel.

"Jace. Oh fuck."

"You look so good. Take me so good." He punctuates the sentence with a rough snap of his hips.

She quivers around me and I can't help but grin and nip at her neck. This would never get old. I would never get tired of this moment with her. When we're completely in sync, connected.

My name falls from her lips like a prayer. Over and over and over.

My brain short circuits and all I know is him as I cling to whichever parts of him I can reach.

He tugs on my hair, turning me to look at us. The sight of our bodies melding together perfectly, the hard lines of his body against my softer curves, the contrast of the ink to his bronze skin... the world blurs out of focus.

I'm right there with her, like I always am, because in a world full of darkness... there's her. And that's enough for me.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #dc titans #teen titans #the cw #red hood #robin #dc joker #jason todd smut #red hood smut

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annmaximoff18 · 7 months ago

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Roy: Do you read love books and don't ask her out?

Jason: I haven't even talked to her

Roy: but you've been talking about her for months and secretly taking care of her

Jason: Yes, well...... besides, it's five months and twelve days Roy.

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yandereteentitans · 9 months ago

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Can you do a yandere Red X please? He was such a cool character in Teen Titans (2003) and sadly, there isn't enough content for him

General head canons and maybe even a short scenario? Either or, don't feel pressured!

YES! OH MY GOD YES! I assume you mean the guy after Robin taking over Red X.

[Also DC finally confirmed Brick Pettirosso is Red X???? Like no way- Probably not for TT ['03] though. He's probably just for the newer comics] [Also people who like him probably have a thing for masks-]

Selfish, only cares about himself

Or at least he did until he met you

He was just stalking some rich people, hoping to steal from them, when he noticed you getting kidnapped

He doesn't want to save you, but he's a little bit of an anti-hero and he can't just watch someone else get kidnapped

So, he decides to save you

He's a little annoyed, because he lost his opportunity to steal from the people he was stalking

But it was worth it when you gave him a pearl bracelet as a 'Thank You'

He decides to stalk you now, because he wants to know if you're part of a well off family he can steal from

Bingo! Boy just found the jack pot

Your father is a Ceo of some tech company. Your mother is also a business partner of a huge Casino. [One where a lot of criminal activity seems to happen]

He decides that his best opportunity to rob your place is to wait for you all to leave

And he finds his opportunity when you're heading to school and your parents are held up at work

He was about to leave, when for some fucking reason you came back home-

You pulled at the door, before shoving your hair out of your face. You couldn't believe you had forgotten your computer at home. Also why did it take you so long to notice that you had forgotten it? You rush up the stairs, before stopping halfway when hearing footsteps. No one should have been home-

Your brows frowned, as you peak into the jewelry room. Inside was the man who had saved you a few weeks ago. Your eyes widen and you quickly cover your mouth, but it was to late as you had already let out a gasp.

Red X turns around when hearing a gasp. He leans back, trying to see if someone was behind the door. No one should have been here- He reaches into his utility belt as he slowly walks towards the door.

You could hear his footsteps getting closer. What were you suppose to do? Run? Where would you run too? Your feet were working before your brain, because as soon as the thought 'run' entered your mind, you were running down the stairs and you hid behind a wall.

Now he knew he had heard someone. The click of shoes running away were hard to miss. He pulls open the door and looks into the hallway and down the stairs. He knew whoever it was was still in the house. He softly closes the door, before slowly walking down the stairs.

You could hear him. He was quiet, but the faint steps where still picked up by your ears. You were doomed. You were going to die. You didn't want to die- Not like this. This could be the end. Suddenly your grabbed and pulled into the man. Your eyes are wide as his grip tightens on your wrists

"Oh, it's you." He lets you go, slightly pushing you back which causes you to fall on your butt. "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? This is MY house. What are YOU doing here?"

He doesn't answer you, instead looking up as if he was listening to something. There was a knock at the door and then the chauffeurs voice.

"Miss. L/n, are you okay?"

You look at Red X, he looks at you, and you look at him, and he looks at you. Just staring-

"Uh- Yes. I'll be out in a minute." You say, looking at the door, hoping maybe you can look through the door and warn him. Though when you look back to where Red X was, he was gone. "What the fu-" You stand up, trying to look for him, but he was gone, like he had never been there.

The only thing that proved he had ever been there was a large red X on the stands where the Jewlry had once been.

#red x #red x x reader #teen titans #yandere teen titans #robin x reader #yandere teen titans x reader #teen titans x reader #yandere red x

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sillygoose067 · 1 month ago

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A Masked Promise

Ch.18

Dick Grayson(Nightwing) x Reader

Author's note: Things are starting to get heated hehe ;) No smut yet, but lots of making out and as usual, fluffiness. Also, some people were having concerns about where the smut and fluff are-- BISH-- hold your horses! This is a slowburn, dragged-out romance bruh. Not some kind of wham bam thank you maam nonsense. Let me live out my fantasies. The smut will come, and it's in the tags BECAUSE it's to come.

The faint knock on your window made you glance up from the book you’d been reading. You weren’t startled this time—it was becoming something of a habit. You got up and crossed the room, pulling back the curtains to see him perched on the fire escape, the blue of his Nightwing suit catching the light from the streetlamp below.

Sliding the window open, you stepped aside to let him in. “Nightwing,” you greeted with a teasing smile. “What brings you to my humble abode at this hour?”

“Figured I’d drop by,” he replied, climbing inside with practiced ease. He set down a small overnight bag and straightened up, his sharp silhouette softening as he stepped into the cozy light of your apartment. “Hope I’m not crashing your night.”

“You mean besides literally crashing it?” you teased, shutting the window behind him. “What’s in the bag?”

He glanced at it, then back at you. “I was hoping I could stay the night. Bed at the Tower isn’t exactly calling my name.”

“You brought an overnight bag to ask if you could stay the night?” You crossed your arms, raising a brow. “That’s bold.”

“Planning ahead,” he said with a crooked smile, his voice warm despite the fatigue it carried. “So… can I?”

You sighed dramatically. “Fine. But only because I like you.” You gestured toward the bathroom. “Go freshen up. You look like you’ve been through it.”

He nodded, picking up his bag. “I’ll be quick.”

As he disappeared into the bathroom, you moved to the kitchen. Simple comfort food felt right tonight. You began chopping onions and prepping for dal, rice, boiled eggs, and caramelized eggplants. The familiar rhythm of cooking grounded you, filling your small apartment with the soothing aroma of home.

By the time he emerged, his suit replaced with sweatpants and a loose shirt, his damp hair curling slightly at the ends, the food was nearly ready. He leaned against the doorway, watching you with an easy smile.

“What’s on the menu tonight, chef?” he asked, his voice softer now, the edge of Nightwing gone.

“Dal, rice, eggs, and eggplants,” you replied, looking over your shoulder at him. “Simple but filling.”

“It smells incredible,” he said, stepping closer to peer into the pot.

You smirked. “Wait until you try it.”

Minutes later, you set the dishes down on the low coffee table in your living room. He sat cross-legged across from you, eyeing the food appreciatively.

“Where are the utensils?” he asked, glancing around.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “No utensils. We eat with our hands.”

“Seriously?” His brows lifted in surprise.

“Seriously.” You reached for some rice, mixing it with the dal before scooping it up with practiced ease. “Like this. It’s the best way to eat. More personal.”

He hesitated, watching you for a moment. “I’m going to make a mess.”

“You’re already a mess,” you teased, scooping up another bite and holding it out to him. “Here, I’ll show you.”

He blinked at you, clearly caught off guard. “You’re going to feed me?”

“Do you trust me or not?” you challenged, your tone light.

He leaned forward, letting you place the bite into his mouth. His eyes widened slightly as he chewed. “Okay, that’s really good.”

“I’m starting to think you just wanted an excuse to baby me,” he teased, though he leaned in again for the next bite.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Trust me, you’re impossible to baby.”

As the meal continued, he grew more confident, mimicking your movements. It wasn’t long before his initial awkwardness gave way to laughter, both of you teasing each other between bites.

“Okay, I take it back,” he said at one point, licking a stray bit of dal from his finger. “This is kind of fun.”

“Told you,” you said, smirking.

When the meal was done, you leaned back against the couch, your heart light. Nights like this—simple and unguarded—were rare but precious.

He stretched out beside you, one arm resting along the back of the couch as he looked at you. “Thanks for dinner,” he said softly.

“Anytime,” you replied, meeting his gaze.

…

As the evening wound down, the air in your apartment grew quiet and soft, punctuated only by the hum of the city outside. After clearing the dinner plates and ensuring everything was tidied up, you both retired to your room, the space now feeling unusually small with him in it. Dick stood by the edge of the bed, casually folding his clothes into his overnight bag, while you fussed with the pillowcases, trying to distract yourself from the way your pulse quickened every time he glanced your way.

“You sure you’re okay with me crashing here tonight?” he asked, his voice tinged with a soft uncertainty as he moved to sit on the bed.

You turned to him, tossing a spare blanket onto the chair by the window. “Of course. Where else would you go? You’re welcome here anytime.”

A quiet smile played on his lips as he leaned back on his hands. “Thanks,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on you in a way that made your cheeks warm.

...

When you finally slid into bed, you found yourself immediately enveloped in the comforting warmth of his presence. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer until your head rested against his chest. His heartbeat, steady and calm, served as a rhythm that lulled you into a state of quiet contentment.

“You’re warm,” you mumbled, your fingers absently tracing circles on the soft fabric of his t-shirt.

“You always say that,” he teased, his hand trailing lazily and down your back.

“Well, it’s true,” you countered, earning a quiet chuckle from him.

The silence that followed wasn’t heavy or awkward. It was filled with unspoken emotions, the kind that didn’t need words to be understood. His hand continued its slow journey across your back, and your fingers stilled against his chest, simply feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

When you tilted your head up to meet his gaze, you found him already watching you. His blue eyes, illuminated by the faint city light filtering through the window, held a softness that made your heart ache.

“What?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He shook his head slightly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Nothing. I’m just… happy to be here.”

The sincerity in his tone made your breath hitch, and before you could overthink it, you leaned up, pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw. The simple gesture was meant to be light, fleeting, but when you started to pull away, he turned his head, catching your lips with his.

The kiss was soft at first, tentative, as though testing the waters. His lips moved slowly against yours, coaxing you into relaxing. You responded just as gently, your hand coming up to rest against his shoulder. The warmth of his mouth was intoxicating, and you leaned into him, your fingers curling slightly into the fabric of his shirt.

As the moments passed, the kiss deepened, the initial hesitancy giving way to something more raw, more demanding. His hand slid from your back to your waist, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the quickening of his heartbeat, matching the rapid rhythm of your own.

Your fingers found their way to the back of his neck, tangling in his hair as he tilted his head, angling the kiss to deepen further. The air between you grew charged, the soft hum of the city outside forgotten as you lost yourselves in each other. His lips moved with a fervor that mirrored your own, both of you giving in to the months of restraint that had built up.

When you gasped softly, his hand slid up to cradle your cheek, grounding you as his thumb brushed against your skin. The touch was gentle, a stark contrast to the heated intensity of his lips against yours. You couldn’t help the soft sound that escaped you, and his response—a low, quiet hum—only spurred you on.

Your bodies shifted, your leg draping over his as he pressed you closer, the space between you all but nonexistent. The kiss grew hungrier, more desperate, each movement conveying the unspoken longing that had simmered between you for so long.

When you finally broke apart, gasping for air, your foreheads rested together, the room spinning around you. His eyes searched yours, his expression open and vulnerable in a way you hadn’t seen before.

“Wow,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

He smiled, a soft, breathless chuckle escaping him. “Yeah… wow.”

Neither of you spoke for a moment, simply soaking in the closeness, the lingering warmth of the kiss still buzzing in the air. His hand remained on your waist, his thumb absentmindedly brushing against your side, while your fingers stayed tangled in his hair.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice laced with a rare uncertainty.

You nodded, your lips curving into a small smile. “Mhm.”

His smile widened, and he pressed another quick kiss to your forehead before pulling you back into his arms. The intensity of the moment ebbed, replaced by a quiet intimacy as you nestled against his chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back once more.

As you both held each other, the world outside fading into the background, there was a softness between you, something that felt comforting, intimate, and entirely new. His lips brushed your forehead in the quietest of kisses, a gentle reassurance that melted away any lingering doubts.

When he pulled back just slightly, his breath was warm against your skin, and his gaze was soft, tender, full of something you couldn’t quite put into words. His lips hovered over yours, just a whisper away. There was no rush now.

Without a word, he leaned in again, pressing his lips softly to yours in a lingering kiss, one that wasn’t filled with urgency but with sweetness—an affirmation of everything you’d just shared. The kiss deepened ever so slightly, the pressure of his lips building just enough to leave you breathless, but not enough to pull you away from the intimacy of the moment.

He pulled back again, his forehead resting against yours. “I never thought I’d feel like this,” he murmured, and you could feel the honesty in his voice as it lingered in the air between you both.

Your heart swelled, and before you could say anything, you found yourself closing the small gap between you, kissing him once more, this time with a gentleness that made the world outside seem far away, as if it was only the two of you in that small space. His lips were warm and comforting, and every kiss made you feel more at home, more connected to him.

Each kiss was a promise. Each touch a reassurance. Your fingers gently brushed through his hair as you kissed him again, this time with a little more urgency, a little more need, but still with the same tenderness. His hands moved to your back, pulling you in closer, as if he couldn’t get enough of you, as if he wanted to savor every moment.

When you finally pulled back, gasping for air, you were both left with the lingering taste of each other, your lips swollen from the soft bombardment of affection. You both sat there in the quiet, your faces inches apart, breathing in each other’s air, hearts thudding in sync.

“Promise me,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion, “that you’ll never stop kissing me like that.”

He smiled, his thumb gently tracing your cheek as he leaned in again, this time pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, a kiss full of promises, full of the vulnerability you both had found in each other.

“I’ll never stop,” he whispered against your lips, and you felt his words settle deep in your chest, comforting you in ways you hadn’t even known you needed.

Another small kiss, sweet and slow, and then his lips moved to your forehead, placing one more lingering kiss there, as if sealing the promise with tenderness.———————————————————————————-

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marvelsgirl616 · 1 year ago

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Jason Todd Icon | Robin Icon | Red Hood Icon | Titans Icon | Curran Walters

#jason todd #jason todd titans #dc titans #teen titans #curran walters #red hood #batman and robin #dc icons #dceu fandom #dceu #dc characters #jason todd x reader #night wing #dick grayson #bruce wayne #koriand'r #dc cast

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supercap2319 · 1 year ago

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"Y/N, I dare you to–" Hank began.

"–To kiss Dick on the fuckin lips." Jason finished with a grin.

It was guy's night at the Tower. Kory, Rachel, Dawn, and Donna were out for the day, so it was just the guys hanging out with some beer and harmless fun. For the most part.

Y/N's crush on Dick was no secret, that's why Jason was poking at it with this dare. The other guys waited to see what he would do. Would he go for it, or not?

"Is that all? Too easy. Next time, try daring me to blow everyone in the Tower." Y/N stood and walked towards Dick before he straddled his hips. There whooping sounds coming from Conner and Garth.

Y/N cupped Dick's face into his hands as he leaned down and kissed him on the lips.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #teen titans #titans 2018 #brenton thwaites #Brenton Thwaites x male reader #hank hall #jason todd #curran walters #alan ritchson #red hood #hawk

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hana-no-seiiki · 2 years ago

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MATCHBREAKER

inspired by TAWOG’s “The Matchmaker”episode. aka damian asserting his dominance the prequel. everyone is aged up and legal.

pairing: yan! batfam/teen titans x kitsune! reader

status: unedited

[ prequel to this fic ]

Damian had finally come to terms that he may have a crush on you. As evidenced by his large collection of photos, clothing and drawings. But, along with this came a slew of obstacles.

Now you see the biggest problem about his crush on you was that a lot of people also had an obsession with your magnificent self, mainly Garfield and Rachel. In addition to your newfound relationship with the former, Damian was in shambles.

And Rachel, not realizing Garfield was actually serious about his flirtations towards you, may or may not have created a love potion that he ended up stealing and dosing you with.

“So you’re saying that the reason why I’ve been suffering these past few days weren’t because they genuinely loved each-other, but because you. screwed. up?!”

Dick shook the magic-user back and forth. You had been outright rejecting his advances these past few days in favor of actually being loyal to your boyfriend and it hurt his poor ego; shattered his heart. Not only that but the two of you would engage in such aggressive PDA he wouldn’t be surprised if you two started boning during a fight.

“No, it’s because they’re just destined to be together— yes, Grayson! I screwed up!” Rachel shoved him off of her. Dusting her cape before readjusting it to cover her entire body again.

“And Garfield didn’t consume any of this Love Potion, you speak of?” Kori thought back to the times Garfield outright said how much he loved you. He was quite shameless but he never got serious or confident enough to properly pursue you when the entire team was after your affections.

“That’s. . . all on him. The Love Potion works with just one recipient.”

“That little—“

Damian interrupted Jamie from swearing, an even graver look on his face as he commander. “Titans. It’s time to play Matchbreaker.”

PLAN A: FE[A]R OF COMMITMENT

The plan of attack included several strategies. Each carefully thought out before hand. Well, for the most part.

“[Y/N] hates commitment. What if we scare them by making Garfield propose?” Jamie proposed, the beetle behind him pulses its lights in agreement.

“On it.” Tim got to working. In just an hour he had a site and link to lure you in. Running on pure determination to keep you away from Beast Boy, it wasn’t a challenge to make an elaborate trap by hacking into Garfield’s account and messaging you. That, and considering you’re a bit of a boomer. You didn’t really question much of what was happening.

“. . . You’re invited to a wedding with Garfield?” You read aloud as everyone watched with bated breaths.

But instead of reeling in disgust, it’s almost as if hearts started growing out of your eyes as you squealed, “Awe~! A-ccept!”

Everyone deflated in defeat. Some looked to Rachel in scorn. “I may or may not have increased the dosage to . . . almost unbreakable levels.”

“Why?!”

“As . . . practice. . .” Rachel looked away, using her cape to partially cover her face.

The rest of the titans collectively sigh.

“Nothing a little finesse can’t fix.” Dick cracked his knuckles.

PLAN C: [C]RIME OF PASSION

“[Y/N]. You look stunning today.” Nightwing approached you. A smirk on his face that would look menacing if it wasn’t from your friend.

“Thanks, Dick — I— “ You waved at him only for your lips to meet his seconds after. You struggled to push him away, but that only worsened the situation and prompted him to insert his tongue.

The worst part of the whole situation being that Garfield just walked in to witness that.

Rachel and Damian appeared behind him, courtesy of the former’s magic and with the latter holding a baton in his hands. “What’s this?”

“A crime of passion.”

The two were prepared to knock out Garfield if he did seriously attempt hurting you. Desperate times call for desperate measures after all, and since he wasn’t affected by magic everything should go according to pla-

“But they’re too good not to be shared!”

“Alright folks, get the big bird off of them!”

Dick was knocked out by Jason and Victor, effectively putting him out of commission for the next . . . several plans.

PLAN F: [F]URRY LOVE

“Okay who named this plan, exactly?”

Rachel questioned as she looked through the blueprints and diagrams on the board (Yes, they were being that thorough).

Victor coughed at her comment.

“Before we start this properly I can at least make one of his transformations last a while so they don’t . . . “ Do the hanky panky. Everyone thought in different levels of crassness in their head.

“Do it.” The entire team wordlessly agreed, if there was anything they’d do everything to stop it was you getting down and dirty with the green young adult.

After an intense mission and just as Rachel’s spell dictated, Garfield was stuck in his gorilla form. “I- I can’t turn back!”

But the heroes seemed to forget that you also had a furry form and did not mind Garfield’s in the slightest, even cheering him up by saying, “It’s fine, honey. It just means there’s more to love!“

“GET THEM AWAY FROM EACHOTHER, NOW!” Victor screeched in horror, circuits frying from the terrifying sight he’s witnessing.

After promptly blasting the two of you apart for a bit, the team members hurried into their positions for the second half of the plan.

“Quick, get the lice!” Kori hollered at Jamie who was fumbling around with the box of lice he bought online. She then lifted him overhead, allowing the blue suited man to cover his former friend (he didn’t consider him a friend anymore at this point) with the insects.

“Ack! Why am I feeling so itchy?”

“Let me help you with that—“

You two are swiftly sent to different parts of the state before things get too nasty.

PLAN L: JEA[L]OUS DAMIAN (actual name: [L]eft Nut)

It has been almost a week since they started unleashing their plans upon the couple but the Titans and co. didn’t gain much ground. Your infatuation almost worsened as the days went by, and keeping you away from Beast Boy was close to impossible when your specialty in the team was stealth and espionage.

“Demonspawn? Hang on — what are you-“ Jason, who had a perfect line up for Garfield’s scrotum raised his hands in annoyance, watching through his scope as his younger brother suddenly swooped in to grab you from your boyfriend and ruining his shot.

“Well . . . That works.”

Once Damian had you secured in his room, he slammed you unto his bed.

May it be from the shock of sudden movements or seeing your own crush hovering over you, the effects of the Love Potion broke and you leaned upwards to kiss your leader.

You two spent hours tied up together before you eventually pulled away. Meeting the youngest Robin’s still angered face you laughed awkwardly,

“Ahaha . . . I’m screwed aren’t I?”

“Oh Habibti, you can’t even imagine.”

Damian was unsure of his future with you. What he was sure of was that this little fox needed a leash, and what leader would he be if he didn’t assert his authority?

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trashland-llamas · 6 months ago

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Fear Factor

x gn reader

'Fuck Jason Todd,' y/n cursed to themselves. He had been the one to find out about their fear of moths, having seen how they reacted when one had flown into the mansion. Simply chilling on the wall. He had kept it a well hidden secret until a prank war between the Teen Titan crew blew up.

Dick only allowed it to happen as it was successfully building team rapport while being an exercise in gathering Intel and its application. Something that would be useful on the field. It had quickly devolved from pranks into figuring out each other's biggest fear. Since that point, no one had been able to pin y/n's fear down.

Until Jason let the cat out of the bag, convincing Gru to shift into a moth.

Once again freezing as the green colored moth flapped his wings. Hands tightly gripping the couch cushion as Jason and Rachel watched from where they sat. Dick listening in from the kitchen as he washed the dishes. The trio more there to intervene if things went south, and to capture photo evidence if y/n screamed.

Eyes widened, y/n was fully aware they couldn’t swat the moth away. Further cursing their teammates as they slowly brought their hand up to let him use it as a perch. Ignoring the ball of dread in their stomach. Reminding themselves that this was Garfield and Garfield wouldn’t ever hurt them.

At least, not in purpose. Wondering what he thought about this all as he wandered up their wrist. Beady green eyes met theirs.

‘Y’all really thought I’d be scared of little ol’ Gru?’ Playing it off with confidence, like they didn’t spend the past 5-10 minutes sweating bullets. Hoping they didn’t see past their bullshit.

Garfield from his perspective could sense the sweat on their skin with his antennae. But he stayed in place, waiting for his teammates signal to shift back. Otherwise he would've already done so to comfort his friend. He didn't like using his abilities in this manner.

'If you're not scared, put him on your nose.' Rachel called their bluff. Empathically aware from the jump that they were right on target. She had thought their fear would've been something grander than this. Granted, she was still entertained as it wasn't the most common fears; clowns, spiders, closed spaces, or snakes.

'Fine,' y/n's voice wavered. Slowly bringing their hand up to their face, letting Gru walk onto their nose. Dick peeked around the corner, hearing their breathing turn shallow. Erring on the side of caution in case they went into shock. It was at this point that Gru decided enough was enough.

Flapping his wings to fly back to the couch cushion next to y/n. They gulped, throat dry as it spooked them. Spotting the red of his uniform as he shifted back. 'Sorry y/n/n, but you're definitely afraid of moths.' Lightly slapping his shoulder, 'Didn't mean you had to snitch on me. Was doing so well.'

'No you weren't!' Jason protested. 'Alright, fine, you figured it out. Happy?' Garfield ran after them, wanting to comfort them as he still felt a bit guilty. The 'prank war' came to a close as y/n's fear was the last one to figure out.

#teen titans #dcu #dc universe #teen titans x reader #x reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #garfield logan #jason todd #dick grayson #rachel roth #nightwing #red hood #raven #beast boy

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veenus777 · 9 months ago

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◜𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 & 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬◞

┊ ᝰ﹕For a long time, I’ve had this playlist about Jason that I created based on some specific universes and scenarios, and now I associate all of them with him and specific situations. Anyway, I decided to share a little about it with you.

┊ ᝰ﹕The following words were written by a woman with insomnia during an anxiety-filled and obsessive night about Jason Todd.

♧ Electric Love

This song makes me feel like I'm in a specific scenario where Jay and the reader are just riding a motorcycle on one of their outings through Gotham, without any specific destination. I imagine the sun setting and giving way to the city lights at night while they just speed off towards nowhere.

♤ Go To Hell

This one is a bit more specific to the Vigilante universe. It happens right after they meet again following Jay’s death and all the drama of Red Hood vs. Batman. Jason rejoins the team, but the reader has already moved on or at least tries to, despite Jason's constant presence by their side. So, after a successful mission, they decide to have a happy hour with some of the older team members like Babs, Dick, Luke, and Kate. The reader ends up meeting one of their flings while Jason ends up drinking too much. I feel this song is exactly what’s going through his head the whole time.

♧ End Game

First of all, I’d like to make it clear that this song is definitely the song for Jason and Vigilante. There simply isn’t a better definition of them than this. Okay, just imagine Jay alongside another vigilante with a turbulent past and questionable morals, who is equal to or worse than him in ruthlessness. They simply become the royalty of Gotham’s underworld. Criminals would shudder just hearing about them because they know how bad they were separately, but together, they are completely unbeatable.

♤ Adiós

This one is short and quite similar to Electric Love, but different at the same time. In this, Jason and the vigilante are riding a motorcycle through Gotham, the reader on the back while Red Hood pops a wheelie on the wet asphalt of rainy Gotham. That night, there was a small breakout in one of the smaller prisons, nothing as serious as Arkham but still dangerous. So, the whole team spreads out across the city looking for the criminals. The adrenaline is strong while shooting at criminals at high speed, and Jason’s hand on your thigh to congratulate you on a job well done.

♧ Love Me Harder

This one is extremely specific and also takes place in the Vigilante universe. Jay and the reader were sent on a mission to Tokyo, which wasn’t uncommon as they had to travel frequently. They end up staying in a cheap hotel that served as a great hideout for them. By this point, they are already a couple. In fact, I feel this is where things change for both of them in their relationship. The mission ends well and ahead of schedule, but they decide to stay and enjoy the beauty of Tokyo, going out at night, trying foods, or buying silly things at fairs, just being young and in love on a trip without any external worries.

♤ Harleys In Hawaii

This story happens when Jason, finally, after much insistence from the reader, decides to take a vacation. And nothing is better than a hotel in Hawaii, in which Bruce is one of the partners, far away from Gotham and vigilantism. So, the next two weeks are summarized by boat rides along the coast, diving, hiking, and romantic seaside encounters with a tanned Jason, with his sculpted and tattooed body under the Hawaiian sun.

♤ Dark Paradise

This story takes place in two scenarios at the same time, where the reader is a classical dancer. The reader is in their dance studio, rehearsing late at night to relax and relieve the weight of their feelings. "Dark Paradise" plays on the sound system while they spin and leap around the mirrored room, but their mind travels to the previous night, where another Wayne gala took place. All the pomp and candlelight created an ethereal atmosphere with Jason there. He hated balls but knew the reader would be present. So, there he was, in a well-tailored suit, his eyes fixed on the reader as they entered the ballroom, almost hypnotically. The rest of the night was filled with tension and small "accidental" touches everywhere.

♧ Valentine

This is a simple yet extremely cute story, where Jay takes the reader to a carnival that was passing through Gotham that weekend. And it is nothing but intoxicatingly cute. They go through all the rides, and Jay makes sure to win the biggest teddy bear at the shooting gallery. They eat junk food and laugh idiotically as they walk, with Jay’s strong arms around the reader’s shoulders. They end the night on the Ferris wheel, having a perfect view of Gotham's lights. When they head back home, their hands are full of prizes and photos taken in photo booths.

♤ Marry You

This story came about because of a one-shot I read here once and simply could never get out of my head (I really don’t remember the author’s name, but if you know, please leave the name of this heaven-sent angel in the comments). The scenario is basically this: Jay and the vigilante are on a mission in Vegas, and things almost get out of control, but it ends with a "if we survive, will you marry me?". And they do survive. They look for a chapel the next day, wearing simple clothes and nothing but each other and an Elvis-dressed officiant. For them, it is simply perfect. Everything happens with lots of smiles and loving gazes. Afterward, they just enjoy the Vegas gambling and casinos (let’s completely ignore the song lyrics, okay? Just feel the vibe).

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jasontoddsthickbabe · 2 years ago

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I love me some Jason todd mmmmm he makes me feel all types of things and I love it 🥰 man pussy throbs every time I look at these pics of his or drawings on god he fine 💋💋💋

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ladygatuna · 8 months ago

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01 : Baby Fever

You didn’t remember how you ended up in that position. I was a complete mess, sweaty and marked from head to toe.

The house reflected the chaos of his mind, as if a hurricane had passed through. And this hurricane had a name: Jason Todd, her boyfriend. After a casual conversation in which you mentioned your desire to have a child, this idea took root in his mind, becoming his new obsession.

Whenever Jason returned from a patrol, you would find yourself bent over some surface. And that night was no different.

Time seemed to drag by, and Jason showed no signs of tiredness. Meanwhile, you no longer felt your legs and your mind was numb after so many orgasms.

— Jason, please… — you whimpered, trying to move away, but he grabbed your hair tightly, eliciting another moan from your lips. - I can not anymore!

A slap resounded through the room, making your eyes fill with tears.

— You can handle it, you can still formulate sentences — he said. Even without seeing his face, you knew he was smiling.

With one swift movement, he turned her back onto the table, his calloused hands squeezing her neck. Her eyes were black, pupils dilated. It wasn't her boyfriend there; It was Red Hood. The thrusts became more violent, hitting that sensitive spot that made her scream. And the more you screamed, the more he smiled. You were trapped, helpless in his hands.

— What a liar you are, Mom! — He laughed. — You welcome me so well, I can't waste anything!

His hands squeezed her waist tightly, leaving marks that would certainly appear the next day. Jason loved this, and he would make her wear skimpy clothes until the hickeys on her thighs disappeared. He would like to show that only he could get those screams out of you.

— My girl wants to be a mother. I need to do this for her, don't you think? — He asked, and her already confused mind could only nod. — I'll do it for you, mommy!

The next day, you would barely be able to get out of bed, but don't worry: Jason would be there to fulfill any of his requests. After all, he had to spoil the future mother of his children, of whom there would certainly be many.

However, you would remember to never tell your boyfriend anything involving pregnancy again.

#batboys #batfam headcanons #batfamily #batman #oneshot #batfam #jason todd #jason #red hood #x reader #so hot 🔥🔥🔥#imagine #writing #teen titans #bruce wayne

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princessofgotham777 · 2 months ago

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Dating Jason Todd (Part Six)

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!

Hey so this is in fact my first time writing fanfiction (idk what my life has come to). Sorry if it’s cringy but also I would eat this up cause I LOVE some good angsty comfort fanfiction. I won’t write smut. I don’t think I’m gonna do requests but if you have any ideas feel free to let me know. Also of course I don’t own any DC characters this is purely fanfiction. Thank you and I hope you enjoy. (I hope you like run-on sentences💀) (if you don’t like it don’t be rude just move on dude😃🧍‍♀️)

So story line, this doesn’t really take place in any specific universe but I’m gonna be pulling concepts from Titans, The Batman, Arkham Knight, 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.

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, PTSD, panic attacks, violence

Part Six: Remember Me, Remember Me

Jason coughed as blood dripped from his mouth. He was still tied to a chair sitting in a cell in Arkham asylum. Dick had searched every inch of Arkham; or he thought he did anyway. His legs had gone numb. He figured out the barbed wire was only able to cut through his Robin suit because the wire was coated with acid. He was starving and thirsty. He couldn’t even focus on the pain shooting through his body each time Joker hit him with the crowbar. All he could focus on was the glimmer of hope he had left that someone would come and rescue him.

“It seems your little girlfriend fell for my trick,” Joker says.

“Batman’s gonna fucking kill you,” Jason mumbles.

“Come on replacement Robin, you and I both know the big bad bat doesn’t kill,” Joker says.

“I’ve got a feeling he’ll make an exception,” Jason says.

“Oh I doubt that,” Joker responds. He picks up a small knife and begins to cut into Jason’s face.

“What the fuck are you doing!” Jason yells as he fails to pull his face away from the blade. Bruce will find me. Dick will find me. Y/N will find me. He kept thinking.

Back at the GCPD you. Dick and Barbra weren’t making much progress. Dick called the titans to let them know Jason was in fact not really dead and you called Thea to tell Roy the news.

“The Robin suit found on the body is yours Dick,” Barbra says.

“What?” He responds.

“How’s that possible?” You ask. “Was it in the batcave?”

“No, I dumped it in some random dumpster in Gotham…Joker must’ve just found it I guess,” he says.

“So you guys are sure he’s not still in Arkham somewhere?” You ask.

“Positive,” Barbra says.

“I searched every room myself Y/N, if he was there we would’ve found him.” Dick says.

After about four hours of reexamining every note Joker had left, you guys had found no new information.

“I think it’s time to call it a night,” Barbra says softly.

“I’m with you on that one, we’re not getting anywhere right now,” Dick says.

“But what if there’s something else in the notes, something that tells us where Jason is,” you say.

“Then we’ll probably be able to find it a lot quicker tomorrow morning,” Dick says.

“But-“ you start to speak but Dick cuts you off.

“Us draining ourselves isn’t going to help us find Jason any faster, trust me,” Dick says.

Dick and you drive to Wayne manor to spend the night there. You insisted you just stay at GCPD so you could wake up and get back to work but Dick felt getting away from everything would help clear your minds to be in better shape for tomorrow.

“We’re gonna find him,” Dick says as you two cruise through the streets of Gotham.

“I can’t feel like I did again, when you told me he was dead, I can’t relive that,” you say.

“And you won’t have to, we just need to rest for a bit then early tomorrow we can analyze the notes again, hell I’ll even go through Arkham again if it gives you some peace of mind,” Dick says.

“Every time I close my eyes I can’t help but imagine what he’s going through,” you say. Before you continue you say, “this convo stays between us okay?” You ask.

“Okay,” he says.

“He’s already been through so much just when we were titans never mind all the shit he went through before even becoming Robin, he’s been tortured before by Slade I know that but Slade’s not insane he’s sadistic but he’s not clinically out of his mind,” you say.

“Jason’s strong, like you said he’s dealt with more now than most people have in their whole lifetimes,” Dick says.

“Yeah but Jokers different than Slade, he doesn’t have any sense of morality or reality, he’ll treat Jason like an animal, worse like an object. He quite literally is nothing more than the symbol of Robin in the eyes of the Joker. Every minute I don’t know where he is I just know he’s feeling more and more pain,” you say.

Dick pulls up to the door of Wayne manor. It’s raining and dark outside. Your fear of the dark is not limited to inside, no matter where you are, ever since your encounter with Poison Ivy you can’t stand not being aware of your surroundings. The fear started to heal a bit when you joined titans. Your friendship with Gar, Rachel, Kori and Donna helped remind you that you weren’t alone. And dating Jason made you feel both seen and protected. Now it felt like that friendship and safety you knew had been ripped away from you. Dick made you feel safe, but not like Jason did. Dick walks around the car and opens the door for you. You reach into the backseat and grab your and Dick’s bags. You two hurry inside trying not to get rained on. Wayne manor is lit up due to the motion sensor lights and the fact that Alfred was around somewhere. You and Dick head upstairs and then part ways; him going into his old room and you going into Jason’s room.

Twenty minutes later the rain had turned into a full blown thunderstorm. You liked rain, it was calming and oddly comforting. But the thunder scared you. It was childish to be afraid of but you didn’t care. You decided long ago being afraid of things didn’t make you weak, it just meant you knew yourself well and had self preservation skills. The thunder went on and just as you were about to finally drown it out and go to sleep the power went out, leaving you alone in the dark. I’m not going to freak out, you thought. You knew this room like the back of your hand. The bookcase stacked with every Jane Austen novel ever written. Heavy metal and emo vinyls. You were safe here. You tried to just calm down but the more you looked off into the dark the more you swore you could feel vines wrapping around your body. Trapping you, cutting off your circulation, covering your eyes, and wrapping around your throat suffocating you. You couldn’t breath you were transported back in time to when Poison Ivy kidnapped you. Suddenly the door flew open and a light appeared. You didn’t move. You were sat straight up in bed with your eyes wide open but for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to move even an inch. Dick ran over with a flashlight. He sat on your bed and took your face in his hands. “Y/N!” He said. “Y/N!” You snapped out of it and immediately brought your knees to your chest as you moved away from him slightly. You began hyperventilating. “Hey everything’s okay, just breathe,” Dick says. “Here, put your hand on your heart.” Dick moves your hand to be on your chest. “Breathe in…and breathe out,” he says. He takes your other hand and checks to see how fast your pulse is going. After a minute or two your breathing slows down.

“I’m sorry,” you say.

“You don’t need to apologize,” he responds.

“It’s the fucking lights, they went out and I…I panicked,” you say. You knew your fear wasn’t irrational given what you’d gone through but it always felt stupid to say out loud.

“I know, it’s okay,” he says. “Let me sleep on the floor, I can get the old air mattress and-“

You cut him off, “okay.” He looks surprised.

“Okay,” he says. “Here come with me to go grab it.”

You and Dick lay side by side; but you were in bed and he was on an air mattress on the floor.

“I can’t believe it’s still blown up after all these years, I wouldn’t thought it would like deflate or something,” you say.

“Right,” he says with a bit of a laugh. “The air in here is like what four? Five? Years old?”

“Yeah,” you say. “Goodnight,” you say.

“Goodnight,” Dick responds.

“Hey Dick?” You say.

“Yeah?” He says.

“Thank you for coming in when the lights went out,” you say.

“No problem,” he says. You weren’t sure which was giving you more vivid flashbacks: your panic attack in the dark or Dick Grayson sleeping on the floor next to you in Wayne manor.

Hey, idk how I feel about the Dick Grayson angst that’s ending up in here but I’m like half asleep writing it so I’m just gonna roll with it. I hope you enjoyed this part it was honestly pretty fun to write cause I LOVE being dramatic. Please like if you enjoyed, I really appreciate positive feedback cause then I am encouraged to keep writing and posting parts. Writing this has honestly been such a good escape and creative outlet. Also if you saw the last part and read my little rant after my mom is okay and home from the hospital🥳🫡This fic series is the first I’m ever writing so idk how good it is but it’s definitely fun to write. I have a lot more ideas including backstory and I’m also planning on developing the red hood plot, so remember to check out my Masterlist if you enjoyed this🩷

Here’s a link to my Masterlist if you want to read the other parts.

Masterlist

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