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The people have spoken, I see. Please leave suggestions in the comments. Note, I will not be doing anything insane. Such as the insane hard-core stuff I've seen in the cod Fandom. I just don't write like that. Thank you 👏

Also, please dish out some suggestions, I will happily read through them. You could either drop them in my comments or in my inbox. Thanks, and have a good day!

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Guys, idk what to write. 😭 so I'll give yall promts, and you all can vote.

Idk those are the basic ideas I have. I'm just indecisive 🤷‍♂️. Leave your other ideas in the comments, please 🙏.

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Rainy Night Off

JasonTodd X GN!Reader (They are tho AFAB)

(This was inspired a bit by Saturn, that's why I linked it 👍)

Holy shit domestic fluff? Yes. Idk im feeling comfy and cozy today. Some soft smut later into the fic, no protection (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT). Enjoy. MINORS OUT.

Jason had been spreading himself thin recently. He had been doing extra patrol shifts and just beginning to burn himself out.

You, as his partner, had begun to notice. He was tired, a bit more snippy and brooding than normal. So you had taken it upon yourself to make sure he got a few days off for some basic self care. Not that he would be too excited once you told him that.

It was around five pm, when Jason got up out of bed. He looked exhausted, more than he usually did.

He wore just a pair of grey sweatpants that hung off his hips. You could see how tense his muscles were, a few new bruises that you hadn't seen when he had gotten back from patrol this morning.

You had just gotten back from work, trying to figure out what to make for dinner for you and Jason.. or, well, breakfast for Jason. But you didn't have the ambition to cook, and neither did he.

Jason walked up behind you, his arms wrapping around your midsection, his face resting against your shoulder.

"Evening," you said, which only got you a soft grumble in return. "There's a pot of coffee in the fridge, I made too much this morning."

"Got it." He huffed softly. It was quiet for a moment. Both of you are still standing there against the counter.

"Rough night?" You asked after a comfortable silence.

"You have no idea." He murmured. "I had some sick asshole selling kids drugs again. He was strung out when I found him. He was insanely strong."

"Sounds about right. Well, at least you won't have to worry about that tonight." You said.

"What do you mean?" He asked, titled his head. His mouth pressed against your neck.

"..I may, or may not have called Alfred and told him you were stressed and burning out and that you needed a break." You admitted.

Jason was silent for a moment. "Why would you do that? I'm fine." He said with an irritated huff, Moving his head to look at you.

You turned to look at him. "You're not fine. You're visibly tense, you're all bruised up, and you look exhausted. Baby, you need rest." You stated firmly.

"I am a grown ass man. You don't need to parent me." Jason snapped a little. Letting go of you and taking a step back, crossing his arms over his chest. A signature scowl etched onto his face.

You turned around to face him. "I am not parenting you. Im being your partner, and you are not going on patrol tonight. You need rest. Take a break. Stay here, and just have a night off with me." You said firmly. "You need a break. Your mental and physical health are at risk if you don't."

Jason stood there for a moment, debating if it was worth fighting with you about it. He was about to open his mouth again but just let out a sigh. He was too tired to fight, meaning you were right.

"Fine." He grumbled. Usually, he didn't give up so easily. He was a stubborn bastard when he wanted to be, but he was just too tired, which was unlike him.

Later on, you had ended up ordering burgers and just eating on the couch. It was about eight pm, you were snuggled up against his side, quietly watching some Golden Girls rerun.

All while outside a thunderstorm had started outside, casting Gotham in its usual brooding and foggy glow.

Jason was still in just his PJ pants, while you had changed into one of his shirts and a pair of underwear. There was something nice about just relaxing in your sleepwear and cuddling.

"This is nice.." Jason murmured gently.

"Isn't it? Aren't you happy you stayed home?" You teased, carefully running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, yeah." Jason rolled his eyes, chuckling a bit. "Unfortunately, I did need a break."

"Trust me, I know. Though, your still a bit tense." You observed. You could still feel how tense he was, even when he was relaxing.

"It's just the bruises, they are still pretty tender." He said.

"I thought so, do you want some Aleve? I can go get some." You offered.

"Its probably a good idea.." his voice trailed off.

You kissed his cheek and got up, heading to the bathroom to grab the bottle of Aleve.

"Thank you baby!" He called out to you.

Soon you came back with a glass of water and two pills for him to take.

"Here you go." You hummed, carefully handing him his pills and glass of water.

"Again, thank you." Jason said. He put the pills in his mouth, and took a big sip of water before setting the glass down.

"That should kick in soon." You said, taking your seat beside him.

Jason nodded in response, pulling you back against him.

You both sat there for a while. Eventually you had switched how you were laying, Jason now laid on top of you, his hips slotted between your legs, while his arms were wrapped around your midsection.

You held his head to your chest, gently playing with his hair. Every now and then, you would mess with the white streak in it.

"You're so pretty." You hummed gently.

"Baby have you seen how scarred I am?" He asked with a small chuckle, his eyes looking up at you.

"Yes, and I think you're pretty." You giggled. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."

"Yeah, yeah whatever." Jason rolled his eyes. Looking back at TV, watching the random movie he had turned on earlier.

You leaned down and kissed the top of his head, continuing to hold him against you. After a little while you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, a hand coming back up to run through his hair yet again.

He was nice and warm, his muscles still a bit tense, even with how he relaxed against your chest. Your hands moved to gently rub his shoulders, hoping to rub the stress and strife out of them. Jason carried his stress in his shoulders like most people.

He let out a soft hum in response, allowing you to rub his shoulders. You applied just enough pressure to help relieve but not harm.

"Does it feel good?" You asked.

"Uhuh.." he answered, his voice a gentle and deep hum. Jason only relaxed more against you as you rubbed him.

Jasons hands soon slid up under your shirt, gently feeling and caressing your sides, his hips slightly rubbing against yours as he got comfortable.

"You feel so nice." He murmured.

You kept rubbing his shoulders, carefully wrapping your legs around his waist, your pelvis nuzzling against his a bit.

Jason groaned a bit at the feeling, pressing himself against you slightly.

"Sorry baby." You said, chuckling a little.

"Don't be." He murmured, pressing himself against you a little more. Moving to nuzzle his face inbetween your neck and shoulder. His hands gripped your sides.

You stopped rubbing his shoulders, moving to rub his back. Thats when you felt his lips press you your neck, causing you to tense slightly.

Jason chuckled as you tensed, kissing up your neck.

"Hey.." you murmured.

"Feel good?" He questioned.

"Uhuh.." your voice trailed off as he kept kissing along your neck. Gently nipping the sensitive skin.

Jasons hands started to wander along your sides, while your legs tensed around his waist.

His lips soon found yours in a soft and gentle kiss, his hips ever so slightly rubbing against you.

You soon found yourself tangled up with him, carefully peppering one another with soft caresses and sweet passionate kisses. The embrace was warm and inviting, just a sweet and passionate hold that made it feel like nothing else mattered.

Next thing you knew, Jason's fingers hooked into the waist band of your underwear, looking you in the eye for consent.

You were quick to nod, adjusting your hips to make it easier for him to slide them off.

Jason was quick to follow through, throwing your underwear to the floor. His hands grasped your hips pulling your pelvis against his, making you feel how hard he was.

"You wan't it?" He asked, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Yes." You said firmly.

Jason gave you that usual cheeky smirk of his. He was quick to slide out of his sweatpants and underwear. Tossing them aside. He was quick to lay back on top of you. His hands sliding along your thighs before intently finding their way between your thighs. Before he even remotely touched you, he was quick to look for consent.

You nodded, guiding his hand between your thighs. Feeling him carefully rub between the sensitive and thin skin, feeling how wet you were.

You laid your head back as his thick fingers gently started rubbing your clit. It was a soft circular motion. Even with how calloused and scarred his fingers were, he could be very gentle with them.

A sigh left your lips as he continued, his pace carefully building, not wanting to hurt you or be rough with you.

"God that feels good." You murmured against his lips.

"Yeah?" He questioned, happy to see you pleased. "I thought you'd enjoy this after taking care of me this evening." Pressing a sweet kiss you your lips.

You kissed him back, feeling his fingers travel down your slit, carefully circling your entrance, before pressing inside.

A moan escaped you as his fingers slipped in with ease, your hands came up to grasp his face.

"There you go." He murmured, watching your expressions as he began to curl his fingers up.

"I-I want you." You murmured against his lips.

"I've got you baby." He answered, he was going to give you what you wanted.

Jason soon slipped his fingers out, making sure you were prepped enough to do this. Before lining himself up with you, being as gentle as he could before pressing into you.

You both gasped as he entered you, his hands gripped your sides, squeezing a little as your hands grasped his shoulders.

"Fuck." He muttered. Pushing in further until he bottomed out, causing you to let out a soft hiss at the mixture of both pleasure and pain.

"Lay on me." You murmured, pulling him back down to be chest to chest with you.

Jason complied, allowing you to adjust to him; while his hands caressed your sides in a soothing motion.

You soon adjusted, your arms and legs wrapping around him. While jason laid against you, his arms wrapped around your waist tightly.

He carefully started to move his hips in a small motion, his tip hitting your g-spot with minimal effort.

You both stayed wrapped in each other's embrace, his head nuzzled into your shoulder; while his one free hand had come up to hold your head against his shoulder. The embrace was kind and gentle, each thrust was followed by soft labored breaths that formed their own harmony between the two of you. The warmth of one another's skin was intoxicating.

It felt as if you were melting into one another.

"I love you." He gasped against you.

"I love you too." You moaned softly.

Jasons pace gradually got quicker, his grip tightened against you as his breaths became more labored.

Your legs tightened against his waist.

"Feel good?" Jason asked.

"Really good." You confirmed

You could hear his soft moans and deep groans, even with his face buried against your shoulder.

He soon started hitting your cervix dead on, causing you to tense and gasp each time. That tightening feeling in your lower abdomen soon began to form, even with how gentle this interaction was, it still held a form of intensity.

"Gettin' close?" He asked softly.

"Soon.." your voice trailed off, gasping slightly here and there.

"Me too." He nodded against your neck.

It didn't take long for you both, within a few minutes, you ended up finishing, your legs tightening against him, soft whimpers leaving your lips.

Jason was quick to follow suit, a final hard thrust caused him to gasp, his hands tightening around you as he finished.

"Fuck." He muttered against you.

He laid against you for a minute, trying to find his bearings.

"You ok baby?" He asked softly, his grip lightening as he rubbed your sides in a soothing motion.

"Yeah, I'm good.. that was good." You murmured.

Jason nodded, moving to his your temple.

"I'm gonna go get a wash cloth alright?" He asked after a silent moment. "Stay here." Jason said, sitting up.

You nodded. Watching him walk off to the bathroom. You rested against the couch, relaxing after the passionate embrace.

Jason soon came back, holding a wet warm wash cloth. He sat down beside you, waiting for you to open your legs back up.

You adjusted your legs, carefully spreading them a bit.

Jason gently cleaned you up, showing the same care he had earlier.

You both eventually made it to bed, laying with one another.

"You should take time off more often." You said.

"I would if I could babe." He hummed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "But, dealing with gotham is important to me."

You sighed, you knew how important his work was to him. "Yeah I know... just, try to make some time for me, please baby?" You asked.

His face softened. "Of course love."

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Ok, I'm gonna make a major complaint here. I really don't appreciate it when people go out of their way to ship siblings. Like that shit is freaky.

Blood siblings, adopted, and / or step siblings. Hell, even when they have a sibling dynamic in cannon. Just any form of familial bond, please don't do that... like, why? Why are we doing that?

I get super freaked out, especially when I see shit involving the bat boys and the seed siblings.

Generally, I just don't get it. Even the GOT Fandom as well as HOTD do this kinda stuff, and while sure it's cannon in both the shows and books, it's still pretty freaky, in my opinion.

Now you can go ahead and have a different opinion, but all I can say is do not come up in here and request that type of fanfic. I don't remember if I put that in my ground rules post out. I feel like I need to say this again.

Do not come here and request incest fics, I refuse to write them. Generally, they are just.. icky.

Also, why are we writing Damian Wayne fics? Last I checked, he was a child... Same with Tim Drake he's like 17-19 years old. I also refuse to age up characters because it kinda freaks me out as well.

So please stop sexualizing underage characters as well as sexualizing families. It's a much bigger issue than you think it is and is a very serious topic that shouldn't be romanticized.

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Okay don’t know if your taking request but idea! Jason Todd with the daughter or GN offspring of The Joker and Harley Quinn and maybe they have been at each others throats because for him it’s because he hates her father for killing him and her it’s because he judges her without knowing her and maybe it plays along with the song Forbidden Fruit? The temptation I can escape you. Desire! Your my forbidden fruit? Like no matter how hard they tried to deny their feelings they do care! Maybe something forced them to admit those feelings.

Ok, I like the concept, but i can also see it going south very, very quickly. Being the offspring of Harley and Joker is rough and I would think that they would have to be completely different from their parents in order for Jason to even look at them in that light if that makes sense. Maybe they got rehabed by bruce, and it could work?

I might do this suggestion, I might not, I'll see. If I do, I'll make sure I tag you in it and give you credit for the inspiration. 👍

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Upon Divine Shoulders

JosephSeed X DeputyReader (sorta kinda)

Mentions of death, forced drug use (its bliss), religious zealots, cult activities, hallucinations, brainwashing, you've been warned.

Your heart pounded as you ran through the woods of Hope County. You were headed northbound.

The sunrise caught the woods, casting an orange hue through the trees. You were somewhere between the Henbane River region and the Whitetail Mountains.

You had gotten too close to the river earlier. Who knows how much bliss had been spilled into it this week. Next thing you knew, you were running from sounds and seeing things that weren't there. You didn't want to take your chances, so you ran through the woods, hoping it would eventually stop.

Suddenly, you heard a scream. It caused you to trip over a rock. You were quick to cover your ears as you curled up behind a tree. Covering your ears didn't help. You could only hope it was a hallucination. The world felt like it was spinning.

Were you dying?

Your skin suddenly felt like it was on fire, and paranoia was kicking in. What about this was bliss?

That's when you felt something or someone grabbed you. You were quick to stand up and move. You turned to see if anyone was there, but nothing was.

That's when you heard a giggle, a laugh. A girlish one.. Faith. "Get away from me you bitch!" You screamed, your voice echoing through the forest.

Her laugh came through again, but she was nowhere to be seen. "Can't you feel it, Deputy? The bliss? Isn't it wonderful?" Faiths voice called out, its usual dream like tone trying its hardest to get under your skin.

You could hear your heart in your ears. Every hair stood on edge. Was she real?

"You still have a chance, The Father will save us. If you just accept him into your life you can atone." She called. You caught a glimpse of her. She was circling you like a fowl vulture searching for a carcus to feast on.

But when one vulture circles, more follow.

You could hear other voices. They were mixed. It sounded like a few different people all speaking at once. They were mens voices. One was deep yet soft and understanding, another gruff with a baritone quality to it that commanded attention, the last voice held a more tenor quality, laced with manipulation and a false understanding.

You saw Faith again peak out from behind a tree. You ran again, through the forest. You had to get away.

Your heart raced in your chest. Its hard thuds echoed in your ears. Your lungs burned from each labored breath you forced yourself to take. Terror and fear pumped through your veins. You couldn't separate reality from your hallucinations. They seemed to be bleeding together.

Next, thing you knew you had reached the river bank, the rocks rolling under your feet, causing you to stumble a bit.

You heard the voices grow louder. The rushing of the river didn't seem to drown it out.

"Go away!!" You screamed, you could feel yourself beginning to hyperventilate.

"Poor Deputy, reality and bliss don't seem to mine well, do they?" A voice called out from the side of you. It was Jacob. The tallest and eldest out of the Seed brothers, but honestly, he was just as demented as them all.

"You're not real!" You shouted at him. Attempting to reach for your pistol, but it wasn't there, it was gone.

"Oh Deputy, I'm real. Faith got you pretty bad, didn't she?" He asked. Stepping closer. His pale blue eyes stayed on you, their gaze held power and command.

You stumbled back, falling on the hard rocky bank of the river.

Jacob reached into his back pocket, no, not again. Please not again.

The music box.

"Only you.." When that soft tune began, from just the simple turn of the key on the music box, things got much worse.

Your head began to pound, and the world was spinning faster.

Jacob came closer, standing over you. Quietly humming the tune. Watching contently as you began to black out.

You didn't know how long you had been out for, but it was long enough to make you realize it was night.

You felt awful and sick. The bliss mixed with whatever brainwashing crap Jacob had been doing on you for the past month was really taking a toll. You weren't sure how many seizures you had within the past few weeks.

You had woken up on a wooden floor. It was cool to the touch. You had to blink a few times to get your vision clear.

You stared up at the ceiling. It was an open ceiling.. with exposed beams and everything. You looked around a bit more. You were in a church. Your eyes darted to the altar, there on the wall, a stained glass window, it was the edens gate cross.

Fuck, no. That could only mean one thing, you had been handed over and put into Joseph's custody.

You attempted to stand up, and your body felt heavy and unstable. Your legs wobbled under your weight and gave out. You grabbed ahold of the altar, trying to hold yourself up.

You ended up knocking something over. It was glass, with no shock it shattered when it hit the hard wood floors.

The door to the church opened, and there stood Joseph. He shut the door behind him and walked towards you.

"You shouldn't be up and moving." He said, his voice its usual soft and understanding tone. Joseph came and helped you, his arm going under your arms to hold you up.

"My siblings have done quite a number on you, Deputy." He observed.

You didn't have the strength to even try to fight him. Your head pounded, and your body ached like there was no tomorrow.

"It's going to be alright. Let's get you some rest." Joseph said. Helping to towards the door of the church.

As you walked through Joseph's compound, many of the peggies' side glanced you.

You had brought death and destruction to Joseph's operation, and yet, their leader was still helping you.

None of them dared to challenge Joseph. He was their Father, their leader, the prophet from god.

Soon, you reached Joseph's private quarters. He helped you lay down into bed, he even tucked you in.

"Why must you fight me, Deputy?" He asked after a silent moment. "Your sin of wrath knows no bounds. I just wish to help you, as god intends."

"You're killing people.." you murmured, your head pounded harder.

"Untrue," Joseph said. "I'm saving us all." He sat down on the side of the bed. "The collapse is coming. I will ensure that my flock survives Deputy."

You stared at him. You were in far too much pain to deny or fight with him.

"Im showing you kindness not just because it's the right thing to do, but because it's not too late to atone Deputy. Your sinner friends are far gone, and I believe that you aren't." He said.

"You've killed many, awful and disgusting acts, yes. But, perhaps you and I are two sides of the same coin." Joseph suggested, his hand gently running through your hair. "My flock kills sinners. We reap them in the name of God. The collapse will have no room for sinners."

His hand tightened slightly in your hair. "But you," he began. "You deputy kill because you do not understand; you are angry, your sin is wrath. But, atonement is just around the corner for you, I truly believe you would make a good addition to my family. Give it a chance." He hummed

You stared up at him, not saying a word. The pain you were experiencing shockingly got worse. Perhaps you were experiencing some form of withdrawal from the bliss? You were shaking, you felt cold.

Joseph watched you, then pressed his wrist to your forehead. "You're burning up." he murmured.

Joseph adjusted your position on the bed, sitting you up a bit. He grabbed the glass of water off the nightstand, gently pressing it to your lips. "Take a drink." He said.

As much as you didn't want to, you had no other options. You carefully took a drink, your mouth was dryer than you thought originally.

"Take it slow. You'll throw up if you don't." Joseph said gently.

You listened, you weren't in a position to do anything but.

"I'll get you some medicine, as well as some food, once your stomach settles." He hummed as he set the glass of water back down. "For now, you need to rest." Joseph grabbed a wet cloth out of a nearby bowl of ice water. He rang it out first before pressing it to your forehead, attempting to lower your fever.

"..why are you helping me?" You asked after a silent moment.

"Because, in order to teach you that what we are doing, you must be shown kindness first." He answered. "I hope that in time, you'll learn that our ways are what you need Deputy. I hope you will learn that what we are doing is in everyone's best interest."

You began to drift off, there was definitely something in the water you were given. Whatever it was, made you feel even more fatigued than you already were.

You were woken up by Joseph, it was about noon the next day. He had brought in a bowl of soup, and a fresh glass of water.

"You haven't eaten in what, two days?" Joseph asked. "You'll need your strength."

He walked over and sat down, setting the glass of water down on the nightstand. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

You were definitely feeling better than yesterday, no awful headache. Maybe slightly feverish, but good lord you were hungry. "I could eat." You answered gently.

Joseph nodded. Taking the spoon out of the bowl. "Its chicken and rice. Its light enough to not upset your stomach." He hummed. He brought the spoon to your lips, waiting for you to take a bite.

You did what was expected of you, and took the bite.

The soup was quite good, it was savory and comforting.

You still weren't sure what Joseph's motives were with helping you. It was hard to say.

But you weren't sure where this was going to lead you. Perhaps this whole ordeal was a misunderstanding?

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New Beginnings

AK!JasonTodd X GN!Reader

Nah, I'm so pissed, I started writing this, and I thought I accidentally deleted it, nope! I fucking posted it not once, but twice. This last time I said fuck it and edited it. Generally, I think Tumblr is ragebaiting me, or i just keep accidentally hitting the post button, idk yall.

Mentions of death, pain, and angst, but hey, there's some comfort and fluff in there.

Tonight had been a grueling and painful experience for Jason.

His plans to kill Bruce and helping Scarecrow take over Gotham had all spoiled. He had ended up saving Bruce from Scarecrow, and now he was just downright confused and a bit hellbent over the ordeal.

Now, he silently climbed up the fire escape to your shared apartment. He entered through the unlocked window that led to your shared bedroom, he was quick to close it and lock it behind him.

You were already asleep in bed, wrapped up all cozy in one of his sweatshirts, and a few soft blankets.

Jasons face softened as he saw you. Sometimes, he hated how much he cared about you. You were so gentle with him.

He began to undress. A shower could do him some good.

As he walked by the bed to get to the bathroom, he came over and placed a kiss on your forehead, gently running his fingers through your hair for a brief moment, and then headed into the bathroom.

The warm water soon cascaded down his scalp, quickly rushing down his shoulders.

Jason rubbed his face, just giving himself a minute to stand under the water. He felt awful and confused.

Why did everything have to go to shit?

The shower had only helped so much, jason dried off and got dressed. He knew he shouldn't stay up any longer.

Quietly, he climbed into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close, nuzzling his face into your shoulder.

"Hey baby." Yoy murmured, rolling over to wrap your arms around him. He felt tense, his shoulders ridged with stress. "You ok?" You asked.

"No.." he said with a gruff whisper. "I fucked up, like seriously fucked up." He admitted.

"Didn't go well?" You asked.

"Not at all," he admitted. "I was wrong, about bruce, about everything.."

"Sometimes that happens." You mumbled. "But you live and you learn-"

"No, that motto doesn't work here, I could have killed millions of people over the simple fact that I felt like bruce had abandoned me, i-im fucking awful.." he said, his anger and self hatred really shining through.

"Jason, we all make mistakes. I won't lie to you. This one was big. But it's not too late to fix this." You said. "You still have a chance to do some good."

Jason laid there, holding you a bit tighter, thinking over what you had said. "I think it might be time I see someone.." he admitted.

"I think that's a good idea." You said, gently caressing his face.

Jason buried his face into your chest. You could tell he was in so much pain.

"We're gonna get through this." You said gently, carefully caressing his hair.

"It really doesnt feel like it, I fucked up so bad." Jason murmured.

"I know, but no matter what, I'm gonna be here to help you get through this. I love you so much." You said as you pressed your lips to his forehead.

"Fuck, I don't deserve you." He said after a silent moment.

"Jason, don't say that." You said quickly. "Just because you fucked up doesn't mean you dont deserve me. Mistakes happen."

"(Name) answer me this, does anyone you know go out of their way to kill their adopted father and fear toxin a whole city? Does anyone you know fuck up like that? What the hell do you even see in me?!" Jason snapped. He was starting to spiral. Jason let go of you and sat up.

You were quick to follow suit. "Jason, I love you, every single scarred part of you. No one is perfect, no one." You said firmly. "Honestly, I couldn't even begin to express how much I love you. From every little flaw to how much you make me laugh and smile. I accept the scars and mistakes you have made. I know you can heal from this, but that will take time.."

Jason looked at you, his eyes softening slightly. He had a hard time believing he was worth loving. He had tears in his eyes. He was quick to try and wipe them away.

"..I love you more than anything, Jason." You promised, carefully moving closer to wrap your arms around his shoulders. "We're gonna get through this together."

Jason hesitated but then pulled you closer. "Together." He murmured.

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Also, please dish out some suggestions, I will happily read through them. You could either drop them in my comments or in my inbox. Thanks, and have a good day!

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Healing Pains

Jason Todd X GNReader (they are his other half/they are dating)

Heyyy so it's been a hot minute, I hope yall are well. I've been super busy, But that's beside the point. So here's some Jason hurt/comfort angst. Enjoy.

This work has topics of family issues, heavy daddy issues. All of this is primarily on the readers' part. I dont wish to make Jason suffer anymore. #justice for Jason Todd, anyway, you've been warned. Enjoy.

You and Jason had been dating for almost three years now. You've had plenty of bumps and mishaps along the way to being the couple you are today, but it seemed to be all worth it.

You tried to keep most of your issues to yourself, you knew Jason had been through so much, from dying and being brought back to life, torture, and so much worse. You knew he was still healing, and you didnt want to put your own problems on to him, he had enough on his plate.

But tonight seemed to contradict that.

Jason was still out on patrol, keeping Gotham safe and whatnot. He wouldn't be back to your shared apartment until later tonight around three am, at least that's what he promised you. Sometimes, that changed depending on if jason picked up another smuggling ring trail.

Currently, you lay in bed, listening to your phone fire off a million notifications all at once. You're father had been blowing up your phone since ten thirty.

You had decided to cut contact with your father a while ago, he was a mentally abusive prick, and had threatened you and your other loved ones with violence on many other occasions.

Now, perhaps he had gotten into your head again, maybe.. but currently, you felt awful trying to block him. Something about it felt wrong.

You had done it before but now it just felt.. wide of the mark.

Originally, you had him blocked, but he reached out. He said he had changed, and he had promised you. He promised that he had stopped drinking and was seeing a therapist. You had actually believed him, too.

You had high hopes, maybe this time it was true. Maybe he wouldn't get your hopes up.

But that hope was short-lived. You began talking to him about your life, and how you were doing, and he had nothing but negative things to say. You had tried to brush it off, but there wasn't any way of doing that.

Eventually he called you, you hoped maybe it was to say something good about you, and the life you had created for yourself, but it was nothing but negative backlash.

"Do you know how much your actions hurt me? You shut me out of your life, and I've done nothing to deserve it! Im your father. I deserve to be in your life!"

Was the first thing he screamed at you. You proceeded to try and explain your reasoning to him for the next two hour's, but it went nowhere.

He just kept repeating how deeply you had hurt him, when you were just trying to protect yourself from him.

It felt like everything almost meant nothing, you felt small. Just as you did when you were much younger, and lived with him.

Every awful thing he said to you, every threat of violence, every scream, every beer bottle thrown at you.. for fucking what?

Why did you keep accepting him back into your life when he claimed he had changed, and that he was working on himself? Even when you knew deep down he was never changing, He would never be the person you wanted him to be.

Why did you have hope that he would change?

As you laid there, you could feel tears flooding your eyes. You debated looking at your phone, but what was the point? It was just gonna be the same bullshit it was every other time.

You continued to listen to the buzzing of your phone, when you heard the front door of your apartment open, Jason was home.

You curled up in on yourself. There felt like there was so much noise in your apartment, from your phone, to Jason doing his nightly routine.

It was just to overwhelming. You began to cry harder from how loud everything felt.

Jason soon came in. He was attempting to be quiet, but that's when he saw what was happening.

Jason wasn't the best at comforting people, but, he knew you needed him right now.

He walked over to the bed, his steps careful even with his taller muscular frame, he could be rather light on his feet.

"Whats going on?" Jason questioned gently, sitting down beside you, the bed dipping slightly with his weight.

You didnt answer, you felt rather ashamed about what happened.

Jason, ever so observant, had noticed. "Hey, talk to me. What's going on?" He carefully placed a hand on your side, his hands rough, but his touch was gentle and soft.

"I did something stupid, ok?" You snapped slightly as you sat up, leaning back against the headboard.

Jason's face scrunched slightly, but he didnt say anything about your attitude yet. Your tears were more of a concern.

"I assume it has to do with.. that?" He gestured to your phone with his hand.

You waited a moment, then nodded.

"Yeah." You hesitated to say.

"May I?" Jason asked, as he picked up your phone, waiting for permission to open it.

A small sigh left you, then you nodded. Attempting to wipe your tearful eyes.

He opened your phone, opening the messages you hadn't.

After about 5 minutes, Jason's face fell. He looked upset, and irritated.

"Babe, why did you tell me about this?" He asked, Jason was more concerned than anything. But he was angry just from reading the awful bullshit your father had sent you, but he was doing his best to keep that underwraps.

You sat there, trying to figure out how to even answer that question.

"I didnt want you to worry, a-and it just started anyway.." you replied sheepishly.

"Baby, he's actively disrespecting you. Hell, he even threatened you. Im your boyfriend, it's my job to worry about you, just like you worry about me." He said, Jason was trying his hardest to keep his anger in check. "You dont have to go through this stuff alone."

Jason took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"He isn't worth your time. I know you want him to change.. but you and I both know that's just not gonna happen." It was a hard truth, but Jason was right.

You sat there dead silent. You knew Jason was right, He had an awful tendency to be.

You began to sob harder than before. You werent even sure what made you cry harder.

"Baby.." Jason whispered, he was quick to pull you close, holding you against his chest. One of his hands rested on the back of your head, while the other carefully rubbed your back.

"I really thought he was gonna change this time." You said between sobs. "I had so much hope that he was gonna change Jay. Why was I stupid enough to think he wasn't an asshole anymore?"

Jason kept holding you, his hand still rubbing gentle circles on your back. "You just want him to care, to act like a dad.. its normal." He said gently. "Your not stupid for hoping he would care about you."

You knew he was right, but it didn't make you feel much better. You nuzzled your face further into his chest.

"Do you want me to block him?" He asked after a silent moment.

You thought it over. It was probably best. You gave him a gentle nod of your head.

It took Jason less than a simple click of a button. He set your phone back down on the nightstand, not letting go of you for anything.

"Better?" He asked gently after a silent moment.

It was quiet for the first time in what felt like hours; no notifications, no calls, just the gentle sound of Jason's heartbeat.

"Much." You mumbled against him.

After some time, you were wrapped up under the soft blankets of your shared bed. Holding onto one another.

"I'm proud that you kept your cool during that." You said after a gentle moment.

"Heh, yeah, it was, uh, rough, and I kinda hated every second of it." Jason admitted. "But I am glad I was able to do that for you. I guess we're both healing, huh?"

"Yeah, some slower than others.." you said with a bit of self depreciation.

"Hey, was it not you who said that healing wasn't a straight line?" He gently jabbed your side.

You paused. You did say that to him a couple weeks ago.

"See? You did. Now, from now on, I vote if one of us needs help with anything, we talk about it. Ok? Anything at all. I want to be here for you." He kissed your cheek. "Just as you have been for me."

You stayed close to his side, your hands wrapped around his waist.

"Yeah, I think that would be a good start."

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Coming Down

Inspired by Coming Down by The Weeknd

Jason Todd (AK) X Medic Reader (Fem)

Warnings below the cut

WARNING!

This fanfic contains smut, if your not down for that, scootaloo, thank you. That if you're under the age of 18.. OUT.

PinV, slight hair pulling, hickeys, Jason's a top.. and I'll die on that hill (ak Jason is at least), vaginal fingering, body worshipping (if you squint?), little titty sucking, a man that yearns is a man that earns. Sorta hurt/comfort in there?

Ever since everything came crashing down in his life, Jason had been rough around the edges, to say the least. He found it hard to trust people, and it was hard to make a true connection. Being legally dead didn't help with that.

So, he threw himself into his work. Killing The Batman, killing Bruce, was his top and only purpose now. Nothing else mattered. Nothing. Not the men in his milita, not scarecrow and the fear toxin. They were just assets. Next month, they would take Gotham. Bring Bruce to his knees once and for all.

But for now, he'd wait. Finish training his troops, get everything in order.

Currently, he was walking through their current hideout, making his way to the medbay. It was late, and most of the milita were in their bunks.

The medbay was still open. His lead medic was probably burning midnight oil. Getting everything in order and accounted for. She was so responsible, seemed to be the only one he could count on these days. Hell, he had trusted her enough to take off his helmet in front of her, though he had threatened to kill her if she even told anyone about it. He couldn't risk his identity being revealed, and she kept his secret.

"Evening, sir." She said gently as he walked in. She was wearing red scrubs, black compression sleeves on her arms, and black basketball shoes on her feet.

Jason gave back a slight huff in response, closing the door of the medbay behind him. "What are you up too, med?" He questioned, his voice of course changed by the voice changer in his helmet of the Arkham Knight suit. But it was it's usual rough and groggy tone.

"Just making sure our stock is fully in order." She answered, looking up from the clipboard she had in her hands.

He gave a brief nod, his emotions and expressions hidden by the helmet. Then he spoke again "I need your help with something." He said gruffly, he wasn't asking, he didn't ever ask. He was telling, ordering.

"Oh, ok. What do you need my help with?" She asked, shifting on her feet slightly. She had a feeling it was another.. self inflicted injury. She knew he was mentally unstable. She knew he wasn't doing well. So, she did her best to be there for him.

He didn't respond. Jason locked the door behind him, and drew the blinds over the windows that looked out into the hallway and started taking off his armor. His helmet was the first thing to go. Accepting help was hard, so fucking hard.. but she was so understanding, and caring.. he knew she would keep her mouth shut.

Quietly she watched, then looked away to give him some privacy. She set down the clipboard and went to go get some of the basic things she knew she would need to treat whatever wound he brought to her this time.

Jason had fully stripped out of his armor, leaving him in a white tank top, that had been slightly stained by blood here and there, and black pair of thermal pants. He sat back on the examination table. The metal table squeaking slightly from the sheer weight of the six foot two man who seemed to be nothing but pure muscle and spite.

Quietly she walked back over, caring some gauze, medical tape, and a stitch kit. It was his hand this time, looked like he had punched another wall.. his knuckles were all bloody and bruised, she was kinda glad she wouldn't have to stitch him up this time, no major damage. "..do you wanna talk about it?" She asked, gently taking his hand to examine it.

"Absolutely not." He gruffed out. His anger issues had only gotten worse recently. Sure, the outside had healed from the trauma he endured at the hands of the joker, but the inside was far from healed, he was hurting.. and she knew it.

"Ok, I won't force you." She promised, her touch almost calming as she began to clean his bloodied knuckles. god, why did she have to be so gentle with him? Why did she have to make him feel.. weak.

He watched as she cleaned his hand, he had a lot on his mind right now, far to much for his liking. Even in the quiet of this moment he couldn't find peace. He wondered if peace was to far from reach for him, if he was just to far gone to even remotely have it.

Soon, she finished. "All done. Try not to punch anything else for a little while." She said, her tone was concerned. As she stood up, her hand gently ran across his forearm, minding his scars and blemishes.

Jason was quick to grab her wrist, yanking her closer so that she was standing between his thighs. His grip wasn't strong enough to hurt her.

She was slightly shocked by what he was doing. Her eyes looked up into his, she could drown in those aqua marine eyes.. the genuine depth and emotion they held, those eyes had seen so much, felt, witnessed, and committed far to many atrocities.

"Why are you so kind to me?" He asked, his voice coarse, and riddled with anger.. but that anger was interlaced with something else far different than that harsh feeling.

She stood there for a second, still kinda in shock. Until she finally spoke, "someone has to be.." She uttered gently.

Jason was taken aback by her words, he didn't deserve it, he didn't want her pity, he didn't want her kindness. At least, that was what he told himself. "Dont fucking pity me." He huffed.

That clearly didn't sit well with the medic, it seemed to, upset her a little. "I dont pity you, I empathize with you, Jason." She said. "I'm concerned about you're well-being." She spoke firmly, but still kept that gentle and understanding undertone. "Its ok to need help."

"..med, stop. Just fucking stop." Jason sneered. He kept his voice down.

"Stop what? What do you want me to stop? Stop treating you? Stop offering my support? What is it that you want from me Jason?-" before she could even finish snapping at him, he grabbed her, pressing his lips to hers in a searing and needy kiss.

He just wanted to feel something different, he didn't understand his need to be near her, his want to be close to her. Why he wanted her to nurture and love on him, why he wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in her loving embrace at night, why did he yearn for her so much? Perhaps he just wanted to be loved.

The medic was taken aback by the kiss, but.. she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy it. Carefully she kissed him back, more so testing the waters.

Jason felt it and pulled back slightly, his free hand coming up to grip her hair, not tugging, just holding. "Damn you.." He mumbled, his voice sounded slightly pained.

"Let me help you jason, please. I can help you." She promised. The medic kept her eyes up, looking into his.

"I-.." Jason sighed, fuck. That's when she pressed a kiss to his lips. Her lips were soft and sweet against his. She wanted to help him, she was trying her hardest to prove that. Jason let go of her wrist. Fuck it. He was gonna have her. After all the strife and bullshit he's gone through, he deserves it right? He deserved to feel something good and meaningful, and she deserved to be pleased for being at his side.. for her gentle support.

Next thing he knew, he had gotten up, gripping her thighs and lifting her up. The medic was quick to wrap her legs around his waist, feeling his hands grip along her ass. While her arms wrapped around his shoulders. "Take what you need." Her words were soft and kind. She needed him, just as he needed her.

Jason carefully kissed down her neck, nipping and sucking upon the soft skin of the sensitive area. His hands squeezing and kneading her backside. "Let me please you." he murmured. He set her down on the examination table, quickly taking off her shirt and tossing it away, feeling down her body, caressing every curve and contour, feeling every blemish, scar, and or stretch mark that could possibly be on her skin.

Her hands did the same, carefully they ran along his shoulders, feeling his muscles and scars. Her touch loving and sweet. She felt his hands squeeze her waist, and his teeth nip a sensitive part of her neck,causing her breath to hitch slightly.

Soon more clothes started coming off, the medic had found herself laying upon her back, in just her underwear upon the metal examination table, while jason was on top of her. Wearing nothing but his boxers.

Jason gripped the medics thighs, spreading them open to slot his hips between them. All while his mouth sucked at one of her nipples, and his hands squeezed her waist.

She allowed him no problem, enjoying each touch and caress from him. Her hands carefully ran against his back, her legs tensing slightly as she felt his errection press against her clothed core. Their underwear being the only thing separating them.

Soon, his mouth pulled off her chest. "I need you." He said gently, one of his hands sliding down her stomach, gently messing with the waistband of her underwear. Jason wanted to feel good. He wanted her to feel good. He had been through so much, he wanted a distraction from the painful world around them, a stress relief.. he wanted to give her the same.

"Please.." she murmured, reaching down to guide his hand between her thighs, and into her underwear. Carefully she pressed his hand against her core.

Jason did as she wanted, his two middle and ring fingers sliding between the soft slicked folds, moving from her entrance, up to her clit. Gently rubbing the small bundle of nerves.

"Oh." The medic gasped softly, her head leaning back more at the soft touch. Her own hands squeezing jasons shoulders.

"Good?" He asked, his lips close to her ear.

"Yes, really good." She nodded. Her breaths were heavy, soft whines leaving her lips every know and then as Jason rubbed her clit with slow but tight and steady circles.

For such a rough man, he knew how to be gentle. His hands were rough and calloused, but his touch could be so soft and caring.

"All for me, huh?" He purred into her ear. She was soaked.

A soft whine slipped from her lips as his fingers moved a little faster. Then, he carefully slipped his fingers down to her entrance. Sliding them in, feeling her clench and tense around them.

Her face contorted in pleasure. She was expressive. "Fuck me.." she muttered, gasping as bit as his fingers curled up.

"Oh, trust me, I'm trying to med." He said with a faint chuckle. "You've been too kind to me, Yknow that? Fucking babying me n' shit.. I don't need it.. I'm a grown man." He said. Jasons fingers curled up repeatedly as he spoke.

"Im not gonna stop." She said softly, the medic could feel her high starting to build. "Someone has to see you, as you are.." she let out a soft hiss as his fingers pulled out of her and back up to her clit.

"Yeah? And what do you think I am?" He asked, his free hand coming up to grasp her throat, giving it a gentle squeeze. All while his fingers kept working her clit, his pace only getting faster as he noticed her hips squirm.

"A man that needs to be loved.. and I want to love you jason." She gasped. "Let me.. please." She pleaded, her hands grasping his shoulders.

Fuck. Jason pulled his hand out of her underwear, much to her dismay. He was quick push his boxers down enough justice to free himself from the confinement. He needed her now. He had been needing her for months, and good god he was done denying himself. Jason quickly spread her legs to slot himself back between them, pushing her underwear to the side and pushing into her.

The medic tensed as he pushed into her without warning, he was big, but worth it. Her hands ran down his chest as he pushed into her all the way to the hilt.

"Fuck your tight.." Jason whined softly. "I need you." He whispered.

She had never heard him sound like that before, nor was she ever expecting him to admit that he needed her. "I'm all yours, I promise." The medic said to him.

Jason nuzzled his face into her neck as he started fucking her at a gentle pace. She felt wonderful. He wrapped his arms around her, he had never felt so desperate to be touched. Her touch was different, so soft and kind.

She held him close as he thrusted into her, he was delightful. Carefully the medic wrapped her legs around his waist, her one hand gently rubbing his back, while the other was wrapped around his shoulders.

They laid together, their soft moans and hitched breaths trapped in an exquisite slow dance. Both could never truly admit how much they needed one another..

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Damn, Dani had no chance against the bat boys lmao. It's nice to see far cry 6 writers in 2025 though. Excited to see your work <3

Lol yeahhh you right, I started jasons fic so, that should be posted in a day or twooo

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Random thing I wrote:

It never mattered how I was feeling. it didn't matter how many sticks and stones were thrown my way.. hell, it didn't even matter how many people were in the room with me. I could sit there watching them all, be there in the moment with them, but I will never be them. I will always be a spectator, never a player. I will always watch but never shine, I will always listen but never be heard. For my silent resilience, combats all.

-Me (xXForestsNookXx)

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Every know and then, I wish I played far cry on PC. Why? Because then I could mod my game so that I can have certain songs on the radio. Imagine driving through Hope County and One Last Breath by Creed starts playing?

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Pick your poison lol, i want my viewers to have a choice. Love yall 👍

Update: Yall are sleeping on Dani and Joseph lmao, show my far cry boys some love 🤣

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Hey Tumblr! Im a new writer on here, how are yall?? Lol. I write oneshots quite a bit. I have no following yet but we will see lmao. Just to set down some ground rules here because I will take suggestions from different Fandoms and what not here.

I will be taking suggestions like I said, but I will not write anything that promotes and or sexualizes rape/noncon, incest, pedophilia. It won't happen, not here, not ever, do not ask, or you will be blocked. Those topics are extremely sensitive and need to be taken seriously.

My page is a safespace, everyone is welcome here, but again, if your a minor, OUT. because I do primarily write smut. Also, I do not tolerate racism, misogyn, homophobia, transphobia, ect.

A little about me, I'm a trans dude (FtM), nothing else to really say because I prefer to remain anonymous.

Anyway, various fan bases i write for are the Far Cry games, Batman, Game Of Thrones (maybe), The Boys, OBX (only rafe, tho because yknow.. He's an adult), and if I'm starting watching a new show or something that I like, I'll put it on there.

But yeah, I'll put a poll out on my page in a bit to get things started 👍👍