nalilvsjaybird

[nalilvsjaybird]

MDNI 18+

nerd! jason x bimbo bambi! reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (current)

nerd! jason always made sure the meals he bought to you during the study sessions were vegetarian, after seeing ramble about how much you loved animals and couldn’t stand to eat them. it was a cute thing, he adored the small trait of yours. he also knew you had a habit of avoiding the butchers or the deli section of the supermarket or else you would tear up. he also couldn’t eat meat in front of you, not because you didn’t let him, but because he felt bad knowing your love for animals.

nerd! jason always decorated your dorm with your favourite animal plushies, he found himself giving you an ‘animal of the week’ every sunday, surprising you with a fluffy stuffed animal whenever you went to his dorm. whenever the two of you had sex you had a habit of turning them to face the wall, like you didn’t want them to see the lewd acts you were going to do. it was endearing, and well he appreciated it because the last thing he wanted to see whilst being balls deep inside your cunt were your plushies.

nerd! jason who loved your ditzy clueless tendencies, the way you chased after a butterfly when heading to class, your taking photos of random birds outside of campus during lunch to send to him. but there was nothing more than he loved to see you even more dumbed out than usual when fucking you, the ways your large eyes stared blankly with tears whilst he filled you up. he never degraded you for being a little dumb during sex, he was still new and didn’t want to push your limits… but he had no issue overstimulating you to you cried.

nerd! jason loves the way you found warmth in his hoodies, the way they draped over your smaller frame as you beamed proudly, glad that you could show him off as your nerdy boyfriend. you were always so god damn proud of him, clinging onto his bicep and beaming when someone asked if he was your boyfriend. “yes he is! he’s the best, “ you smiled as you stared at jason with those wide doe eyes of yours. “love you jacey,” you added softly as you gripped onto him tightly.

nerd! jason who you would suck dry when studying, you under the desk staring at him with those wide eyes of yours as you shoved him deep into your throat, your nose brushing against his pubes. he has no idea how you did it, your wet mouth dribbling with saliva from his sheer size. he knew you were experienced, but sometimes it filled him with jealously, how many people you sucked, before him filled his insecurities of not being good enough.

nerd! jason who kept lewd polaroids of you in his wallet, you gave him a wide range of photos of you naked in various positions in different settings as a reward system for his studying. with each test done he got a reward, and god he started lying, suddenly you thought it was weird he had three tests each week, but you didn’t think too much assuming it was normal for someone like him doing a hard course.

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Tags: [mlw][mdni][childhood friends][semi-public][cowgirl][oral (f! receiving][female orgasm][reunited][he's got anxiety][romantic][raw][fingering][implied facial][suggested creampie, if that's even a tag]

Jason's not the type of man to get giddy.

Not by a longshot.

In fact, he's not even the type of man to look in the direction of a woman, just because he knows that he'd need to find a girl who's big backed enough to carry his emotional baggage and he's not ready to burden someone with that.

Clearing away his thoughts, Jason takes a step into the one part of Gotham he wouldn't deem as a total shitshow.

The public library.

Walls are strewn with red paper hearts on string, tablecloths are changed to heart prints and there's a gigantic, glittery Cupid cutout right above the librarian's desk. And with each breeze, it dangles and Jason can't hide the amusement in his eyes when the flying baby spins, arrow in his direction. And he scoffs under his breath.

Before moving towards the front desk and he feels the way his breath stutters in his chest at the sight of you.

"Where's Beatrice? Old, short lady, curlers, mole with the hair?" He's damn near frantic. He's not prepared for this.

Pretty hair framing your face, a bright red bow in your hair and sparkling eyes that stare up at him, and your pretty, pouty lips curl at the corners.

"Oh, she's out for a few months. She got her hip surgery, so I'm her temporary replacement." You give him the sweetest smile, staring at him from beneath long, luxurious lashes that could almost rival Bruce's and Jason swallows, nodding his head.

"I—uh— I'm...— excuse me."

Jason leaves through the same door he came in, muscular hands braced on his hips and he lets out laboured breaths. If someone were to accuse him of being a blushing mess, he wouldn't even be able to deny it, instead, only being able to empty his Glock.

Because no one accuses the Red Hood of feeling feelings.

Carding muscular fingers through his hair, Jason tries to hype himself up, trying to give a pep talk that doesn't involve internal screaming and a potential panic attack.

He doesn't understand why HIS Selina Kyle needs to be working at the library he frequents. It seems like a sick joke.

Especially because you probably don't even remember him. Because not only was he like, 10, but he was also, masked whenever you two came across each other.

Quite literally, his first everything.

First solo save.

First crush.

First Valentine.

First kiss.

First fantasy.

First boner.

Jason steps back into the library, his boots heavy on the carpeted floorboards and he steps to the front desk, his chest puffed and a purpose in his voice.

"I'm Jason." He introduces. "I read to the kids on Wednesdays and Fridays."

He watches you glance towards the clipboard in front of you, glossy lips pursed before you nod your head, giving him that exact smile that used to be painted on the forefront of his brain for majority of his adolescence.

"Yeah, Beatrice told me about you." Your head tilts, and you give him that sweet, lovely leer you've always had.

"You're 'tall fella'." And you introduce yourself, before handing him the pen to sign in. A pretty fountain pen, patterned with hearts and he signs the notepad, adding the exact time as well. 12:13pm.

Jason passes into the library, immediately met with the excited squeals of kids no higher than his hip, and he glances at the multiple tables, colourful chairs occupied by excitement incarnate.

"Okay, okay." Jason hums, before sitting on his seat. A bright red wingback, although, the back of it is covered in snowy lace, undoubtedly for the occasion and he places his hands on his knees.

"What books are on today's list?"

˚˖𓍢ִִ໋❤️་༘🎀˚˖𓍢ִ🌹˚.

Jason's halfway through his 9th 'happily ever after' before he glances towards the doorway, your form leaning against the doorframe as you listen intently. Although your attention isn't as much on him, as it is on the children scattered in front of him, wide-eyed stares as though they've never heard the fairy tales before.

The softest and most gentle smile remains planted on your lips, cheeks rosy and brows relaxed, and your arms are crossed over your chest. Before you glance towards him.

Overing him an even sweeter smile.

And Jason stumbles over his words, before his lips purse, and he feels the way his ears burn with embarassment.

"Oooooh, he's shy." A tiny voice calls out and is immediately followed by a flurry of 'ooh's.

And they're right. He is shy.

But he also cannot empty his Glock.

And Jason glances towards you, or at least attempts to, because right above your head, there's another fucking Cupid pointing an arrow at him. And his fist clenches in annoyance at the convenience of the smirking infant, ruddy cheeks and tiny wings that, speaking aerodynamically, should definitely not be able to lift that chubby body higher than a foot or two.

Jason lets out a deep, controlled breath before lowering his gaze to meet yours, pretty doe eyes stare at him with the intensity of a thousand suns and his compression shirt seems a bit too stuffy right now. But he doesn't tear his gaze away.

At least not immediately, because once your pretty lashes flutter when you blink, he looks away. To the complete opposite direction of you.

"You've been reading for a while, so I wanted to ask if you want a juice box?" You offer him sweetly and God, he feels like a pervert because he wants your juice box.

Your sweet, tantalizing and snug juice box.

"Please." He damn near breathes out the word, and you nod your head, carrying in a tray with multiple juice boxes, as well as snacks. Sliced fruit in labelled bowls, incase something isn't immediately identifiable, chips, raisins, cookies.

And Jason looks at the juice box you place in his hand.

Pineapple.

He doesn't know if he's being paranoid, but it's a bit on the nose, but he slides the straw into the hole, unable to hide the snicker that tumbles from his lips at the sight.

And you let out a snort. "Perv."

God.

You even laugh the same.

˚˖𓍢ִִ໋❤️་༘🎀˚˖𓍢ִ🌹˚.

When the library empties out, you're left all alone with Jason, golden light streams into the library, although, it's dimmed by the frosted glass windows, and Jason clears his throat.

"Shouldn't you be heading home?" He questions you softly, absentmindedly picking up books that have been scattered across the tables and he sets them back into their places on the shelves. The actions so practiced and familiar, that it leads you to believe he's reading to these kids for far longer than you originally thought.

"I still need to update the system as to which books were taken, so, that'll take a bit." You respond with a sweet hum, clearing out the bowls and empty juice boxes from the tables and wiping them down.

You're methodical.

He likes that.

You've always been methodical. When it came to putting bandaids on his scuffed and knobby knees, when it came to speedily mending his cape before Bruce could find out.

Although looking back on it, Bruce could probably tell.

The lime green thread wasn't too difficult to spot against the shade of his cape, but he just never mentioned it.

"You don't have Valentine's Day plans?" You question him this time, glancing at Jason over your shoulder as you begin to take down the bulk of the worst of the decorations. Mainly the Cupid's. And the origami flowers that dangle from the corners of the room and he shakes his head.

"Not a big fan of Valentine's Day."

"You've never had a good Valentine's Day?" You hum softly, pausing your motions to stare at Jason while he continues to reorganize the shelves, and you get the honour of watching the muscles of his back flex and move with every motion.

"I had like, one." He hums softly. "When I was younger."

"You wanna have another one?"

˚˖𓍢ִִ໋❤️་༘🎀˚˖𓍢ִ🌹˚.

There's something so stupidly romantic about the way the two of you are seated next to each other, a packet of chocolate chip cookies between and conversation flowing like water from a river.

And Jason doesn't know if it's the way the flame of the scented candle reflects in your iris, or if it's the way you thumb away the crumbs from the corner of his mouth or if it's even the way you compliment the colour of his eyes.

But he leans in, impulsive and stupid, but he leans in, his lips ghosting over yours in a sweet peck.

And you stare up at him, eyes wide and brows raised in surprise before a smile spreads across your face. Wide and dimpled, before you place a manicured hand on the side of his face, leaning in and you whisper so softly, just before your lips meet his.

"If it isn't the Boy Wonder."

Jason wastes no time in pulling you into his lap, your thighs pressed against his waist as your hands cradle his face so sweetly, thumbs brushing across his cheekbones as his hands find your waist. Warm, rough palms pressed against the skin of your waist and he pulls you closer.

He doesn't need to say he missed you. He doesn't need to say that you were the only person he wanted to see after the Lazarus pit.

Jason pulls away, pressing soft, sweet kisses along the curve of your jaw, lingering on your erratic pulse and your nails scratch at his scalp, carding through thick, wavy locks. Your head tips back, trying to give him the maximum amount of access to the sensitive flesh as your hips roll needily.

And your lips part to let out a shaky breath, lashes flutter and you whine softly, glossy lips letting out sweet moans that fill his ears, just like that sweet, lingering perfume on your skin fills his nose.

It's all too much.

Too much and not enough.

The way you grind against the bulge in his pants does nothing to sate that burning feeling in the pit of his belly, but the way your thighs press against his waist, as if you're trying to pull him closer.

That.

That does it for him.

It feels like a fucking dream when you hop up on the table, thighs parted and he watches the way your slick forces your pretty panties clinging to your cunt. Outlining the pretty folds and puffy lips, and he groans under his breath, his head moving to rest against the plush flesh of your thigh.

"You're so perfect." He breathes out. "Can I?"

Jason asks you softly, even as his fingers hook around the soaked gusset of your panties, pulling it to the side and clingy gossamers of your slick snap against his fingertips. And he whines when you lift your skirt better, thighs moving to rest on his broad shoulders and his face is nestled between your thighs.

Jason's tongue drags through your slippery folds, wet muscle gathering the stickiness of your slick before he groans at the taste, lunging the glob at the hood of your clit, before he circles the sensitive nub with mastered precision.

He feels the way your pillowy thighs press against his blazing ears, sweet sounds slipping past your lips as your nails scratch at his scalp, fingers massaging his head as your hips lift to meet the curls and flicks of his tongue.

Meaty hands paw at your thighs, and Jason pulls away occasionally, just to press sloppy, wet kisses against your skin, glancing up at you through his lashes as you push his hair out of your face. Right at that snowy tuft, and all the way to the nape of his neck, and Jason could fucking paint the inside of his pants when your nails dig into the flesh of his neck, pulling his face back to your cunt.

"You taste so fucking good..."

One of your hands support your weight on the surface of the table, your head tipped back and hickeys littered across the expanse of your neck and your eyes are half-lidded, moans falling from your lips with the kind of ease that only comes with unbridled and unfiltered lust.

But Jason knows it's not lust.

And if he didn't know it before, he definitely knows it when you pull him away from your cunt, his chin and lips glistening with slick and you lean down, pressing a sweet yet sloppy kiss against his lips.

Before you usher him back below your skirt.

And he sucks at your needy clit, feeling the way your hips buck and twitch, slick coating his lips, his tongue as well as his chin. And thick fingers dig into the fat of your thighs as he laps at whatever trickles from your sloppy hole.

And Jason brings up a hand, pushing your thigh further from his ear, before sliding two fingers into your drooling cunt, feeling the way you spasm around his digits, your belly caving inward and you whine.

"You're so tight..." Jason breathes out, tongue flicking against your overstimulated clit, just as his fingers curl against that spongy spot that makes your eyes flutter shut. "And you're so warm..."

You whine, your body breaking out in goosebumps and you can barely give a warning before you're coming on Jason's fingers, feeling the way he keeps sucking on your clit, coaxing a damn near screaming orgasm from you and your thighs wrap around his head.

And only when you let him up, does he let out panting breaths, before slumping back in his seat, carding his fingers through his hair. And he looks up to you with hazy green eyes.

And you barely wait before you're fiddling with his belt buckle, trying to unzip his charcoal coloured cargo pants, and he lets out a hoarse laugh, before helping you undo the loop and he shifts, just enough to pull his cock out.

And it's so pretty.

Long, thick, beads of precum trickling down that pretty upward curve and pooling just above his cock, flushed red tip weeping and twitching.

And you swallow.

Wrapping a hand around the base of him, and you give Jason a few slow, tentative pumps, watching the way deep breaths escape his lips.

"Ride me." Jason sighs, a soft whimper leaving him. "Please ride me."

Jason whines when your hips meet his, his cock nestled so firmly in your gooey walls, your cunt pulsing around his cock, your arms wrapping around his neck and your face tucked in the crook of his shoulder.

And his hands bracket your hips, fingers kneading the fatty globes of your ass, as his hips tilt upwards, rotund tip pressing against your cervix so sweetly. And he groans, pressing the sweetest kiss against your temple.

And he whines when your hips roll against his.

The air is thick with tension, the scent of cinnamon from that candle that's still casts a pretty gold glow and the smell of his cologne.

Earthy, smoky and so, so intoxicating that it makes your eyes roll back in your head, your nails digging into the back of his neck.

Your hips roll, the plumpness of your ass meeting his thighs in rhythmic movements and Jason's pretty sure the Lazarus pit was bullshit and he's actually dead right now.

Because you're so fucking heavenly.

The sluttiest squelchy sounds ring out from your pretty cunt, and you keep slobbering around his cock, as he bullies your insides so eagerly. Each of his hips move to meet your sloppy movements and Jason's hands massage at your hips.

He savours the way you feel in his hands.

The last time he had you on his lap was exactly 12 days before he died. You had placed the sweetest kiss on his lips, giving him the prettiest little doe eyed gaze.

And you're doing the exact same fucking thing right now.

Bleary eyes staring up at Jason, your lips parting to let out the prettiest, sluttiest little sounds while he fucks up into you. Each ridge and each vein drags against your sloppy walls, and watching the way your brows knit into the cutest little frown.

You look so pretty.

"So fucking pretty..." Jason whines, his face buried in your neck as he moves your hips, harder, faster, meaner but so, so sweetly.

"Shit, can I come inside?" He begs softly. "Please, please, please."

He begs so prettily, his blunt nails leaving indentations in the fat of your ass, his face hidden and you can only murmur a weak 'uh-huh' as you pummels into you so...

Meanly.

Hips snapping vigorously while he keeps cooing, kissing your neck and wrapping his arms around your waist so tightly, he might break one of your ribs. His muscles bulge underneath his already tight shirt, his brows bunch and his hips still.

Jason edges himself just a bit, before whispering.

"No..."

He needs to fulfill his fantasy. He owes it to himself.

"I wanna come on your face."

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AAAAAAAAAH FINALLY, MORE LIKE THIS PLEASE 😭

hey so um im a bitchless loser who has been thinking about this for 10 minutes and I need to act on it now sooo uh here’s GK!Jason x mixed reader/oc cuz uhhhh im Asian and Latina. Can’t stress this enough but please remember writing is not my strongest suit

Anyways here’s GK!Jason cause he needs more loving

GK!Jason who had been dragged along to a club by Dick, mainly to hang out together and spend time together. A couple drinks in and Dick disappears to fuck all somewhere, leaving Jason alone. Jason stands at the bar, staring at a woman from across the room. Talking to a couple friends in Spanish only to then switch to Mandarin. He hadn’t even NOTICED the fact he was staring the woman down, being left by the bar, she was only expected to cross him at least once, so when she finally did he couldn’t help but talk to her…

somehow talking to her lead into kissing, groping, and soon he found himself fucking the life out of her in a unisex bathroom. He hadn’t even know the woman’s name, and here he was, whispering in her ear about how she was only his as she lifted her, and then slammed her back down on his cock. There were a couple knocks on the door but he didn’t care, he continued until he filled up her pretty little pussy to the point he cum was leaking out of her. Then he went for a second round, and then a third, a couple rounds later she was a babbling mess, reverted back to her native tongue before the door opened, Dick being met with the sight of his brother fucking a random girl, knowing full well he won’t stop talking about her now until he found her again.

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YESYESYESYES

How are we feeling about me writing a soft .. insanely soft Jason Todd x reader … it’s a stormy night , Jason can’t sleep so he gets up in your shared apartment to find you ; sipping hot chocolate and also trying to go to sleep…only for you both to end up cuddling together and waking up with new found feelings …

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having Jason Todd as your boyfriend means that he's often covered in random bite marks, some people assume he owns a cat and he hums and agrees with them

yeah, sure, he's got a feral kitty at home, one that randomly bites his thick thighs and stomach when he's doing nothing but innocently reading in the comfort of his own home.

trying to stop you from biting by putting your head in the crook of his arm does little to deter you as you just bite his meaty, muscled forearms so he just accepts his fate and lets you get out your excess cuteness aggression by biting him

maybe he'd even push a finger or two in your mouth for you to gnaw on, pushing the pads of his fingertips to your tongue and letting you look stupid and drool all over his fingers before he lets you drool over something bigger.

Just.. maybe don't bite him over there, yeah?

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A/n: here’s my masterlist and rules for my account, please be respectful and don’t steal my work!

(Tags: dollish’s paw-some masterlist <3)

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1. (Things I don’t write for)

pregnancy, ocs, I don’t allow Islamophobia, racism, and etc, I also don’t write smut at all (only light smut) I also don’t write too romantic stuff for minor characters (such as characters under 18-) and also I don’t do character x character either.

2. please be respectful and kind to others, and me, I don’t condone arguments over characters and etc so I might ping you in this post if you start one.

3. please don’t steal my work, or translate it or put it on other platforms w/o permission from me or else this will result in a block + report and expose.

4. My account is kinda for any age (around 12-18+) because I don’t write nsfw or etc but also some cursing and etc may appear or suggestive but I will add it in the warnings (tags) in my posts.

5. I may not be able to follow everyone back, but I do like to try to follow back my followers.

6. If your gonna request something or use the inbox, use it when necessary, I will block you if you go to inbox to gush and etc if it isn’t fic or anything I do related.

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# mixed!race s/o hcs ── .✦ ( a headcannon on damian with a mixed race!reader )

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Jason Todd with an unzipped hoodie by Nick Robles

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Catholic!Jason Todd who says grace over your pussy before he eats you out.

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Jason Todd loves fat girls. Send tweet.

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Jason Todd sketches by Daniele Di Nicuolo at NYCC

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Jason Todd x Reader

Title: “Will you be my Olivia?”

Pairing(s): Jason Todd and Plus Size Female Reader 

Warnings: None, please read note at end <3

Dialogue Prompt used is in BOLD AND ITALICS, and credit goes to: @dumplingsjinson

Song lyrics are in bold and rights go to One Direction and their respective writers of the song “Olivia”.

(Hear me out, can y’all imagine Dylan O’Brien playing Jason Todd? Yay or Nay?)

Reuqested by the lovely @lovingmarvelanddcmen

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Since you were younger, you were hesitant about wearing certain things, or going and doing things because of your weight. Luckily, you weren’t made fun of throughout school because of your best friend Jason Todd. Boy, would he threaten someone every time they would remotely look at your cross.

Keep reading

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Hourglass

Pairing: AK!Jason x Reader

A/N: ooo boi, let’s try a new Jason! Arkham Knight Jason my beloved my tragic king. I hope my interpretation lives up to expectations. This is dedicated to @heavysighing-dreamyeyes because i’ve seen the writing on their AK Jason and it made me want to give it a try :) tons of flowers for them 💐 ENJOY :D comment any thoughts, i love to read them

Summary: Who is Jason? You don’t seem to know anymore.

Tags: angst, hurt/no comfort, toxic Jason, angst follows AK jason he can’t escape it, possessive Jason, warnings: mentions of blood

Word Count: 1.1k

“You lied to me!” You screamed, making your throat sting at the guttural sound leaving your body.

Every inch of your body shook, your eyes blurring at the burn of your anger…or sadness? Whatever it was, it was taking over you fully.

Your thoughts completely plagued by old memories, old decisions that you had repeatedly told yourself that were nothing but you overthinking, that it was going to be okay.

Now you were paying for it. Mentally and physically.

“I know.” Jason stood calmly. Voice so normal you felt like you were going crazy.

Tick.

Like this was all some twisted joke and he was ready to tell you it was all fake. That he had not done the one thing you pushed to the back of your mind every night, holding onto Jason’s body and shirt before you closed your eyes to sleep.

“I can’t believe I listened to you!” You started to scratch at your arm. Feeling the prick of your skin as the pain was the only thing keeping you in the present. “I trusted everything you told me—“

Tick.

“I had to do it—“ Jason’s voice steadily explained.

You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t bear looking into the same eyes you have laid out everything to.

“You don’t love me—you never have!” You felt your legs starting to wobble, your body twitching as the emotions of betrayal were all too overwhelming.

Tick.

You were running into furniture, unable to see anything past the blurs of hot tears. The edge of the dining table cutting into your waist causing you to cry out at the sting.

You imagined if someone were to look between the two of you, they would assume you were having two completely different conversations.

Tick.

Two people in two different scenes, two different scenarios.

“I do love you.” Jason stepped forward, letting a tinge of tenderness slip, something he used on the days you two spent together, when he wasn’t covered head to toe in blood.

When there wasn’t red footsteps littering your home.

But all it did now was make you hazy, no longer capable of deciding what was real or in your emotional madness.

Tick.

He felt too calm. Like he predicted your hysterical reaction and was cleaning up the pieces as you let your deranged mind say and do what you wanted.

Tick.

Your scratched arms hurt, your sides hurt, your chest hurt from the grating breaths leaving your lungs.

Tick.

Every single second felt like agony.

“I love you so much.” Jason took another step.

“No.”

Tick. Tick.

“We can get passed this—“

“Stop.”

Make it stop. Make him stop.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Please.

TickTickTickTick

You couldn’t do this.

Each step from his heavy boots echoed in your ears. Your head hung down to your chest and you couldn’t bare to move, only caving in to your body.

Your pupils shook, radiating and pulsing as you kept them down.

Jason reached toward you, the blood covering his hands smearing onto your face, under your chin.

Red hot alarms were going off in your head.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

“No, no! Do not touch me!” You started to pace back, not making it far because your legs were shaking so badly.

The blood stunk.

The metallic stench was making your stomach crawl.

“I did it for us, for you.” Jason kept stepping closer. Bringing the rotten smell closer to you.

“Nothing has ever been for us. Look at yourself!”

“Please. I just need you. Only you.”

“I don’t want this. You killed all those people. You don’t do that!” You yelled, falling to the floor, breathless as your legs finally couldn’t handle your racing heart. “You don’t do that.” You quietly repeated to yourself, all energy draining from your body.

Your high from the anger minimizing as your energy was rapidly being used up.

You continued to mumble to yourself. Incoherent thoughts and debate leaving your mouth in jumbled mumbles as your mind couldn’t process anything he was doing.

Jason fell down to his knees next to you.

“You can’t abandon me, not like Bruce did. I can live in the anger that I have for him, but I won’t survive a moment without you in my life. You can’t leave me.” Jason shakily grabbed onto your shoulders.

His grip hurting, digging into your skin even through your clothes. Your wince blending into your gasps for air in your need to flail away from him.

The madness in his eyes scared you.

Who was this?

Like a switch, he started to rub your arms, so gentle in the ways you always knew. In the same way you liked, but right now you hated every single disgusting second of it.

“Jason, I can’t do this! I can’t—“

“No, no, we can get out of this. I promise.”

“I can’t listen to another one of your stupid lies.”

“I’m not lying, I’m telling you the truth. Please believe me.” He leaned in. Gently nudging his forehead to yours.

“I gave up everything to be here with you.” You choked out. Your body and mind confused at what to consider sincere and the want to reciprocate his physical touch.

“I know, I know. But you have me. We have each other.” He gently whispered.

“But all of this.” You harshly spoke, looking at his bloodied armor. “This doesn’t involve me as much as you want to believe it does.”

You gasped, tears running down your face, removing parts of the red that stained your face.

“You didn’t wake up from the dead to come back to me. As much as I lie to myself everyday that you did.” You clawed at Jason, but his armor didn’t even scratch, no inch of skin visible beside his face.

You were out of breath. It was a miracle you were getting any words out.

“My Jason is gone—“ You cried, voice completely gone.

“I’m right here—“ Jason cooed. His eyebrows scrunching at you completely falling apart in front of him.

“My Jason is gone…he’s gone.” You weeped.

All anger and feeling in your muscles vanished, overcome with grief. Something you had pushed down, that you never fully processed until Jason had come back.

Broken, but in one piece.

It was a miracle, but he always felt off. Like something in your ears was whispering that he wasn’t real.

And it was right.

He wasn’t the real Jason.

Not the way you knew him.

But he was here.

He was holding you.

Tick.

In shaky hesitancy, you reached up.

Slowly embracing the man who had betrayed you. Who was planning something so atrocious you couldn’t fathom the scale of it.

Your legs shook from the cold floor, but you held onto Jason, equally as cold.

With numb fingers, you tightly held on.

You felt him cusp the back of your head.

The blood that wasn’t his smeared onto you. A physical seal that you were joining in on the sins of this man, this awful, awful man.

You squeezed him, closing your eyes.

Tick.

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the batkids play the “what’s the most annoying injury you’ve ever had?” game but it’s lighthearted (“I broke both thumbs on a bad landing and couldn’t play video games for a month” “one time I got a cut on my leg that reopened every time I stood up” etc) until Bruce walks in. someone asks him the most annoying injury he’s ever had and he doesn’t even stop to think about it.

“Fracturing my spine.”

“Oh jeez,” Dick said, making a face. “Yeah, that’ll do it. That’s definitely…well, annoying isn’t the word I’d use.”

Bruce, expressionless: “Mostly because I couldn’t walk or complete other daily activities without assistance for an extended period of time.”

Dick, glancing at Jason. “Uh….huh.”

“What about that time Ivy hit you with that leaf and you couldn’t eat legumes for a year?” Jason asked, redirecting the suddenly maudlin group. “Wasn’t that more annoying?”

“Hmm.”

Tim leaned back, looking curious. “Just legumes?”

“Legumes,” Jason repeated, waving a hand. “It got ugly.”

“I’m not a huge fan of peanuts,” Bruce said, thoughtful.

“Yeah, no shit, I wonder why.”

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title : i cannot stomach you

relationship : succubus ! reader / jason todd background : the age-old warning - 'be careful of what you wish for ' ... in this case ? summon. word count: about 800 a/n : hi, guys! this is once again one of my crack ideas turning into an actual fic lmao. in all sincerity, i am terrified to be posting this because it's just such a random idea. i hope i can give some good content. this will be multiple parts!

the air was thick with the scent of candle smoke and something darker, something rich, like the earth right after a downpour, damp and unforgiving. jason todd was many things: reckless, defiant, driven by ghosts that could never rest—but a magician he was not. yet here he was, crouched over a tattered spellbook that smelled of old blood and regret, attempting something he had no business doing.

you materialized in front of him, not slowly like a trick of the eye, but all at once, a suffocating rush of heat and flesh, like flame collapsing into the shape of a woman. your eyes gleamed, wicked and knowing, as if you had been expecting this. as if he had called, and you had simply answered, amused.

you smiled.

"what the hell?" jason's voice was low, half a growl. his immediate reaction wasn’t fear; it was always anger first, the stone-edged reflex of a man who’d seen too much to be surprised anymore. his fingers tightened around the hilt of his gun. you glanced at it and laughed, a sound that filled the room like perfume, sickly saccharine and dangerous.

"oh, sweetheart," you purred, taking a step closer. "that won’t work on me."

his mouth twitched, caught somewhere between disbelief and irritation, the scarred lines of his face casting harsh shadows in the dim light of the room. the spellbook lay open on the floor between you both, its pages filled with symbols that twisted and writhed like things alive. he had no idea what he’d just done, and yet, you couldn’t help but be entertained by the accidental nature of it all. a man so scarred, so brutal, fumbling into your world with all the grace of a predator setting off his own trap.

"who the hell are you?" he demanded, stepping back, his eyes narrowing beneath the shadow of his hood. "what are you?"

you tilted your head, tendrils of hair cascading like ink over your shoulder. "you summoned me. didn’t read the fine print, did you?"

his eyes flicked to the spellbook, then back to you. "this was supposed to—" he cut himself off, unwilling to admit what he’d been searching for, as though the words themselves were bitter.

you could taste it on him—the desperation, the anger, the way the world had battered him into something feral, all sharp teeth and scars. there was a hunger inside him, gnawing and endless. it called to you, like the echo of a song long forgotten.

"well, aren’t you lucky?" you said, voice like silk, teasing but edged with something darker. you took a step closer, the space between you narrowing. "you’ve summoned a succubus, darling. and until i’ve had my fill, you and i are bound."

the words hung in the air between you, a velvet rope, invisible but inescapable.

jason’s jaw clenched. he wasn’t the type to back down, not from anything, not from anyone. but you weren’t just anyone, and he knew it. the tension between you was like the charge before a storm, crackling, alive.

"bound?" he echoed, his voice rough, filled with that dangerous edge he always carried—the threat beneath the surface, the promise of violence.

you smiled, slow and indulgent, the way a lion might smile at a mouse. "until i’ve had my fill. but don’t worry," you added, voice softening into something almost sweet, almost kind. "it won’t kill you."

he snorted, shaking his head as if the very idea was ridiculous. "right. and why the hell should i trust you?"

you moved then, faster than he could react, your fingers brushing against his cheek. the touch was light, barely there, but enough. enough to feel the warmth of him, the way his skin buzzed under your fingertips, the way the anger coiled inside him, tight and relentless. he flinched, but didn’t pull away, didn’t retreat. 

"trust me?" you echoed, your voice delicate now, the words dripping like honey. "oh, darling. i don’t need you to trust me. i just need you."

his eyes darkened, and for a moment, the room felt more suffocating, the walls closing in, the air thickening with something unsaid. jason wasn’t a man used to needing anyone, wasn’t a man who let others close. you could see it in the way he stood, always half-ready for a fight, always prepared to run. and yet, you had him now, bound by the very words he’d spoken, the ritual half-understood, but binding all the same.

"i don’t do well with being someone’s... food," he muttered, taking a step back, putting distance between you that felt more like a battle line than an escape.

you laughed again, that same sound that was more than joy, something rich with hunger, with need. "lucky for you," you said, your voice a whisper now, low and intimate, "i can take my time."

jason’s eyes flashed, something dangerous sparking in the depths. "good," he shot back, his tone abrasive, defiant. "don’t give out favors for free."

there was a beat of silence, the air heavy between you both, the tension a living, breathing thing. and then, you leaned in, close enough that your breath brushed against his skin, a whisper of warmth in the cool room. 

"neither do i."

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@dcofficial really called all of us out today 😔

I legit couldn't believe it when I saw it. But seriously, who said we wanted to fix Jason Todd? We wanna fuck him instead

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the audacity of the official dc account to even post this 😭

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