#arkham knight x gn!reader

[in-som-niyah]

ok another floating thought:

Jason Todd does not tolerate bad eating habits.

Iced coffee for breakfast? Absolutely not.

6pm and you had not a single sip of water? Forget it.

Having a single slice of toast for lunch AND dinner? Naur babes.

You will be eating 3 square meals a day will allowance for snacks and 'happy foods' as he likes to call them.

As soon as you complain about a headache, stomachache, light-headedness, fatigue he will tell you to go fucking eat something with a glass of water, not coffee.

Its even worse if you live together like i strongly believe he would wake up early just to make you a balanced breakfast before you go about your day.

GOD BUT IF UR IN UNI??? babe be ready bc he will break into your dorm to bring u food that he cooked u himself. (he's a loverboy duh)

no time to cook or order? He's gotchu

too tired? already on the way

exam season with barely any time to take a breath? already on it babe he'll spoonfeed you while you revise your textbook

and plus, how else are you supposed to grow as big and strong as him when you're only eating half a meal a day?

I WANNA MUNCH ON HIS MOOSCLES SO BAD FUCKKKKK

[krashoutluv]

Sorry 🌻 again 🪦

Wait! You’re requests are open I thought they were closed haha 😂

Soooo like 👉👈 IF… IF it would be possible … to praise AK Jason until he’s cryin 👀 and holding one another in the afterglow 🫣

(Also would he cuddle after sex. My first thought was that maybe he wouldn’t at first cause he’s overstimulated but the fact that he would let reader get close enough to have sex has me saying otherwise 🤔 ANYWAY thxxx ❤️ )

yes. yes 🌻 anon. yes.

MID WRITING THIS. NEW REVALUATION THAT JASON TODD LOVES BEING EDGED!! I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL!!

Post writing this, this is for all my people who want to see big ass men turning into a puddle while gettin’ fucked. i don’t completely know what this sentence means but its up for interpretation

Ak!Jason Todd & Crying During Sex (+aftercare)

(detailed smut, m!crying during sex, m receiving, edging, teasing, praise, praise, and more praise, m!overstimulation, cumming in hole, aftercare, FINE HE’S KINDA SUBBY HERE. )

OK POST WRITING THIS IS VERY SELF INDULGENT. i love my wife ak!jason todd.

Jasons back is against the bed his strong arms propping his upper body up to watch you. He’s glazed with sweat, eyes blown out watching you slip your hand up and down the shaft of his cock while you suck the tip of his cock; Jasons hips tense, he turns his head to the side and bites his bottom lip harshly drowning out his own moans. A rush of warm pleasure rippled down from his abdomen to his dick, letting out slurred strings of curses while he harshly grips your bed sheets. Before he could cum you stop and pull away, his head drops back at the sudden cold sensation of air around his hot throbbing cock. He’s huffing out deep breaths,”Fuck,, fuck.. do that…do that again.” His voice cracked while he spoke, messily wiping sweat from his face.

You two had been going at this for around thirty minutes every edge leaving him more of a sloppy mess then the last.

“You sure?” You asked, making sure that you weren’t overwhelming him, though still teasing at him by letting your warm breath skim his dick.

“Mhm… please.” Jason looked back down at you “One more time..” his ragged voice trailed off into soft breaths, still coming down from the last high. Your lips started pecking back around his thighs, trailing back up to his dick. You made your way up to one of his veins, slowly parting your lips to lap at it, winning a few sharp breaths out of him before trailing back to his tip. You enveloped him in your mouth and slowly sucked him off again. Out of the corner of your eye you could see his jaw drop and felt his dick twitch ,”Wait, wait, wait.” He frantically stopped you before he could cum. “Oh shit.. oh… fuck.” He quietly cursed to himself his hushed moans managing to slip past his lips.

Focusing your gaze on his blissed out state. “You okay pretty boy?” You cooed to him, Jasons gaze darted to you. you could’ve sworn his skin flush harder then it already was.

“Mmh— Yeah, just.. give me a second.” He croaked out, still trying to maintain his breathing. Mind wandering lost in his blurred pleasure. “Can you ride me?” He asked, his sharp blue eyes hazily pouring into yours.

“Are you sure? It could be a bit much-“

“-Yes.” He replied quickly, his pride bit away him, ushering out that response.

You nod and positioned your body above him, looking down at him to make sure he nodded. You sink down to his hard length and, letting out soft gasps at the feeling of his thick pulsating dick. Jasons hands shot to grip your hips and he shuddered as your warmth enveloped him. He started letting out choked out sounds and rapid breaths, his body slipped back onto your bed. “Is it too much Jason?” He quickly shook his head ‘No.’ His breathing barely slowed. You splayed your hands against his chest leaning in to kiss at his neck, purring in his ear ”Doin’ so good Jason. Love you so much.” He could’ve came from that alone.

“Start.” He choked out, a few more moments of your silky hole and praise could’ve made him cum on its own but he wanted more.

“Are you—“

“—Yes…Please. ” His eyes shot to you, full of lust and a smidge of greed he begged. He wanted more of you.

You cupped his cheek in your hand and kissed his face softly in acknowledgment. You put both your hands on his chest and started bouncing yourself on him pacing yourself faster overtime, your lewd sounds were quiet compared to the strangled pornish moans he let out. “Thats it, been workin’ so hard Jay.” you murmured to him. Cursing with each sensation of your wet skin slapping into his and the sweet praise throughout it, overwhelming feeling of pleasure shot to his dick, he just couldn’t last long like this. “Mh- ohfuck,, oh god,, fuck—“ His skin started to prickle, Jasons body tensed and his jaw slowly dropped into that pretty O shape while threw his head back and sobbed. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, his body trembled underneath you with every thick pulse of cum that came from his cock, stiffly managing to buck his hips up into your warm hole. Tears prickled from his eyes as you rocked against him through his orgasm, streaming down across his red cheeks. You praised him throughout it, ‘Just like that Jason, tell me if you want me to stop.’ ‘Look so good.’ He couldn’t stop himself from moaning and leaving nail marks on your hips in his fucked out state.

You slowed down your hips, almost stopping before Jason rolled his head back toward you, ”Keep going, faster,, again,, mmh.. mhh..” His mind was foggy, his speech was slurred and his voice was treble. “-Tell you when to stop. I’ll— oh fuck...” He was already overstimulated, not wanting to cause him pain you slowly picked up your pace until stopping at something that had him most comfortable. He continued to watch you bounce on him, letting out choked out moans and sobs. You leaned back down and started kissing him while wiping away his tears, continuing your murmurs of praise. He pressed his hand to the back of your hand while you made out with him. Pulling away to get air, ”Such a good boy.” slipped from your lips. He sloppily murmured ‘I love you’s’ against your lips. Jasons grip on your hips tightened he rolled his head back again. Definitely not lasting as long as last time, Jason started sharply panting, incoherently babbling and whining underneath you. Only acknowledgeable thing leaving his lips being, “Dont stop—M’ cumming, m’ cumming.” His body jerked and he arched his pelvis into you, Jason spilled a second load into you. He sobbed out in pleasure for the last time before his body limply sunk back into your mattress. Sweat and tears beading down his face, eyes shut tightly, whimpers leaving his chapped lips, he was such a pretty sight.

“All done?” You said, tenderly raking his hair from his face. All he could do was nod. You pulled off his dick with a moan exchanged between you two, and pecked at his lips. Wiping away the slick line of drool from his mouth before he could. He wraps his arms around you, tilting your face so he can kiss your forehead. You shuffle into a more comfortable position and start playing with his raven locs of hair.

Basking in the afterglow of it, his mind was blank, he took in the sensation of your soft skin against his and matches his breathing to yours.

“Think a pizza place is open?” You ask quietly,” It’s Gotham, there’s always a fast-food place open.” He snickered, pecking a kiss to your nose.

This is just one of those nights where he is reminded of how much he wants to live in your arms. Where for just a few moments he could forget about everything, where the sensation of you becomes the only thing that really fills his mind. The kind of night where he’d love to see you fuck up an entire box of pizza by yourself. The kind of night where trusts himself with you more then anything.

M’ SORRY THIS GOT SO SELF INDULGENT.

I NEED TO MAKE VIRGIN!AK JAY HAVE THE BEST NUT OF HIS LIFE AND BECOME A WHINING MESS WHILE HES BEGGING FOR MORE.

ITS A NEED.

[thesandsofelsweyr]

You ever think abt wrapping an arm around AK Jay in bed and helping him rub one out when he's too tired to

I know that mf sounds so pretty half asleep, too exhausted to hold any noise back <3

⚠️ cw: smut

You gently slide one arm behind his neck, careful not to wake him yet. You two have been together long enough for him not to startle at your touch, to trust your soft hands won’t hurt him. He’s grown accustomed to the feel of your skin against his, so he continues to doze (peacefully, you hope.)

You begin with a single fingertip. With the deftness of a calligrapher illuminating an ancient manuscript, you trace his soft, full lips, paying careful attention to the tiny scars that mark them, before dragging your finger over the cleft of his chin. With a single fingernail you draw an invisible line down the column of his neck, passing over his Adam’s apple, dipping into the hollow of his throat, then moving onto his chest. There you weave random patterns on his warm skin until you find his nipple. You circle that pink pearl of flesh, smiling when it begins to stiffen beneath your touch. You press a delicate kiss into his cheek, then nuzzle at his ear, inhaling the scent of his sandalwood shampoo and the remnants of his sweat still dampening his hair. You find his other nipple, which you rub between two fingers as you slide your tongue along the shell of his ear. Your finger then moves to the Arkham symbol carved into his abs. To you it isn’t the symbol of his prison, but rather an arrow leading you to buried treasure.

You follow the trail of black hair disappearing into his boxer briefs. Your hand slips into the waistband, following the coarse hair to the base of his cock, which begins to stir from your ministrations. You nibble at the fold of his ear while your palm finds his shaft, careful to avoid his balls for now, which remain ultra-sensitive, even after all this time. You run the heel of your palm over his length, up and down, gentle but firm, until it hardens at your touch.

A single blue-green eye peeks out from beneath a heavy lid, and those lips you so adore quirk up into a rare smile, which you return before trailing kisses down his neck and chest. You take a stiff nipple between your teeth, your eyes never leaving his, your hand now wrapped around his hard-soft cock, pumping up and down. Precum leaks from its swollen tip, and he lets out a low, deep moan, his body tensing beneath you as you bring him closer and closer to ecstasy.

“That feels so good, baby,” he murmurs in a deep voice, still thick with sleep, as he tenderly combs gnarled fingers through your hair. 

(to be continued 😏)

[niphredil-14]

Hey babes!! I was wondering if you could maybe write a Jason Todd x reader where the reader gets hit on by a stranger, which leads Jason to become somewhat jealous and a little possessive (a healthy amount of course... 😭). Reader wears a necklace with a J on it which he specifically points out to stranger to sort of prove a point that they are indeed taken, that's when he sort of leaves them alone.. Jason on the other hand has a lot in store for reader, specifically in the bedroom.. breeding kink??? Sorry, my mind is all over the place right now 😭

Sorry it's my first time writing a request I don't really know what I'm doing.. but have a great day!!

Sorry this took so long to write, I've been struggling with writer's block, burnout, and some mental health stuff, also my job sucks ass and is super draining. gotta love retail, huh? anyways I hope you enjoy and also sorry that it is so short. I am trying to clear out my inbox on a random boost of motivation so that I can move onto accepting requests for a new fandom!!

White was creeping into the edge of their blurry vision, and their hands, placed against the full body floor mirror for some semblance of support, were shaking about as much as the rest of their body. Their feet had been kicked apart so that Jason could stand between them as he pistoned in and out of their hole, a rough ebb and flow giving them chance to catch their breath. One of his hands rested on their hip, and the other one on their shoulder. They had been stripped entirely, except for a simply, dainty necklace hanging around their neck. The charming J pendant rested just between their collarbones, and was being forced to swing away from them before falling back onto their clavicle, like a single pendulum taken from a Newton's Cradle and being left to swing alone.

"You look so good like this, sweetheart." Jason drawled, his Gotham accent made thicker by his arousal as he left the 'arr' sound in 'sweetheart' to hang in the air, separate from the rest of the word's syllables. "Such a shame your friend from earlier won't get to ever see you like this, since you're all mine." A whine left their throat as they tilted their head to the side, letting it fall limp. He could feel them clench around him. "Oh, you like that, huh?" He asked, though it sounded more like a taunt. "You like bein' mine, dollface?" His teasing only grew more eager. "You like belongin' to me?" They let out the most pathetic sounding whine of affirmation, which was met with a dark chuckle from their lover, followed by the index and middle fingers of his hand, sliding from their shoulder underneath the chain of the necklace, and pulling it into their neck, until their skin puffed out around it. The sigh they let out was pure filth. "You're so fuckin' desperate to be mine, I'd bet you'd let me breed you right now."

"Fuck! Please, Jay!" They called out, and his hips stilled. He tugged the necklace a tiny bit more, and leaned so that his head was next to theirs, their eyes met in the mirror, and Jason parted his lips.

"Are you sure, hon? 'Cause I will, and at that point, there'll be no goin' back, you know? I'd fill ya until I was sure it took, and then I'd go out and buy you a ring first thing in the mornin.' You sure you want that, Y/n? For us to have a family? For you to really be mine, forever?" They nodded breathlessly. "'S not enough, Darlin,' I need to hear ya say it, I'm not gonna take any chances here." His voice was rushed and breathy, and with all of his emotion, his accent made him near unintelligible, but they knew him, knew what he was asking for. They turned their head, fighting against the necklace cutting into them near painfully, and moved one of their hands off of the mirror to place on Jason's cheek.

"I'm sure, Jason. I want to be yours completely, I want it to be us forever." The softest smile graced his face, as his eyes became visibly glossy, and releasing the necklace, letting its pendant rest gently on their skin, he moved his head down to slowly kiss them as he began to move his hips again.

I meant for this to be kinky I swear, I fully blame my shitty day for how fluffy this is. lmk if you want me to write another where its rougher or something.

[intriq]

✿ Do I deserve this?

Oneshot requested by: @brucewaynesspouse

Character: AK Jason

Genre: Fluff

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Jason never figured that, while on his warpath of revenge, he’d ever meet you. After managing to get free from the endless torment he’d been given by the Joker, he figured he’d always be far too broken for anyone to love him.

But then he’d met you. You had been so patient, so incredibly patient and gentle, kind and understanding. Joker had broken Jason, shattered him to pieces and put him back together again, even if his edges were like sharp, pointed pieces of broken glass. Not all pieces fit evenly, either. But when he’d met you, whilst he was preparing to get his revenge on Bruce for leaving him to rot?

You had made him whole again. Fit between those empty spaces in his ragged edges, made a home for yourself amongst the thorns that lay there. So of course he had to marry you, the only little piece of normalcy he could ever hope to grasp.

Even when he dons his Arkham Knight armor and name, he is still your husband. Even when he has but no choice to bring the Militia around to your shared home, he makes sure they all know how much you mean to him. Makes sure they know the consequences if they even so as much make you upset with them.

You are their superior as much as he is theirs.

When that fateful night rolls around, Jason makes sure the apartment you two call home is protected, heavily and well guarded. Not just anyone is going to protect his spouse, no. Only those he knows are the best will guarantee your safety. He will make sure every single soldier that he stations in and around your home can hold their own against Bruce.

Well, long enough for you to be brought to safety. And his daughter, of course. The child you and him had together.

In the early hours of the morning on Halloween, the sky is still dark when you awaken to find your husband gone from his place beside you in bed. Leaving nothing but cold sheets as you blindly feel around for him.

Upon instinct you’ve risen out of bed, walking through the darkened home you share with Jason, mindlessly searching for him. Any Militia soldier you pass in your wandering makes sure to be quick to step out of your way, giving you some sort of nod in acknowledgement—their version of respect. Soundlessly you enter your daughters nursery, and it is here you find Jason.

Wearing every part of his Arkham Knight gear but his helmet, he cradles your daughter in his arms. Attention so captured on how small she is in his arms that he’s yet to notice you, even as he silently cries. He cries because he’s wondering how he’s even come to deserve such a spouse or this little human being that he can call his own child.

A little person with some pieces of himself inside. Not the ugly parts, of course, because he will never let those ragged edges ever dare cut you or the child you two have together.

Jason feels so undeserving of the peace he feels with you. The peace he feels even now as he holds his little girl in his arms, crying at just how overwhelming it feels. Almost suffocating.

His head turns to you when he sees movement in the darkness, tensing as if he’s prepared for anything other than you or one of his soldiers to approach, but that tension quickly disappears when he sees it is just you. Of course, your hand rises to wipe away those tears he didn’t even know he had spilling from his eyes.

Even after spending a little over a year not even knowing touch without pain or harshness, even despite how often any kind of touch would usually startle him, he still craves it. Which is why Jason leans into your hand, even if it’s only touching him briefly to wipe his tears away.

Tears are a sign of weakness for Jason. He’s trained every bit of that out of him, had it beat out of him by Joker. But for you? For you, he will show weakness, underneath all those scars he has. If anyone but you were present in your child’s nursery when he’d spilled those tears, they would be dead. No one but you is allowed to know he’s still [to his own surprise] capable of tears.

“Did I wake you?” Is what Jason finally asks as you stand before him, still wiping those tears and the stains they leave on his face away with those gentle hands of yours. But you only shake your head in response, because truly? Jason had been out of bed long before you’d woke up.

So no, he didn’t wake you. You didn’t think he could, even if he tried. Not that he would ever, though.

As if you already know the thoughts running through Jason’s head, you step closer to wrap your arms around him [slowly, because even if he knows its you, he can’t handle quick, harsh movements] and pull him into a hug. An embrace as gentle as.. Well.. You.

The thoughts running through Jason’s head, of course, are just his doubts. His insecurities. Because all he can wonder is if he truly deserved any of this peace and calm in his life. Did he deserve you? Deserve even a chance to be in his child’s life?

His thoughts are quieted when you wrap your arms around him. Quiet, calm, peaceful. Full of you and his daughter. Your daughter.

At one point Jason cradles your child in one arm, moving the one he’d freed to wrap it around you, too. And for the next few hours, until the sun rises, he holds you and your daughter. Spending those few hours, as quick as they feel, in just a little bit of domestic tranquility. One that doesn’t make him feel like the Arkham Knight, or the tortured man he was. Just simply as a person named Jason Todd.

And when the time comes that Jason must leave, to make the final preparations for taking Gotham that night, when Scarecrow releases his fear toxin, the night that Jason will be sure marks the end of Batman, he reluctantly pulls away. He puts his daughter back into her crib, makes sure you swear to him that you will take not even a step out of your shared home, and he leaves.

Because even when he is the Arkham Knight, seeking to kill Batman, he is still your husband.

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[montimer]

The request:

Joker x tactile reader

He loves how affectionate you are

When you have ur hands all around him,even when talking

When he comes home, you run to him to give him a big hug

He will spin you around

Having ur hands around his neck from behind,watching him work makes his heart melt

Hes very clingy too!

So you guys pretty much always cling together

He will often come up to kiss you, the kiss depends on his mood. Soft,rough or passionately

He lets you lean on his shoulder, or head if ur taller

He will lean/put his hand on ur shoulder too

When the two of you hug or cuddle, he will hold you very close to him. And when you have to go, he doesn't want to let ya go. He'll whine but eventually let go. Mostly if you caress his face and tell him that you will make it quick

Also he will pull you into a make out seccion randomly

He'll call you babe,dear,darling etc..(regardless ur gender)

[jvsons]

HAPPY 1K OMG!!!

for halloween prompts, could i request a coffee date with ak! jason? i also love your series decipher dead so it could be a part of that as well!

thank you sm and congrats on 1k again!! <33

☰ WAKE UP CALL

⤐ ak! jason todd x reader

- MASTERLIST / DECIPHER DEAD MASTERLIST / AO3

- WORD COUNT / 1,141

- SUMMARY / the arkham knight never says thank you.

- AUTHOR’S NOTE / thank you sm for your request!! i love the idea of a coffee date with jason, and think it’s even better to add it as a little extra to decipher dead! if you’re interested in reading, the link is above.

- SIDE NOTE / because this is a spin off of one of my series, the reader gets called “decipher” once. if you haven’t read my series decipher dead, it’s just a nickname that you can replace with your name, or whatever you like.

“And what about the synthetic processor?”

That would be the 10th question raised in a mere span of 4 minutes. Sitting on the edge of a very thin wire, the Knight sat back in his chair, running two hands up the sea of static that served as his face.

“It’s malfunctioning, sir.” The tech officer replied, scrambling for the set of notes in front of him. “Sensors are reporting abnormal deviations in chemical levels, nothing is coming out the same.”

An irritated click sounded from the Knight’s neck before he glanced to the side, daintily pointing a finger in your direction.

“Hand the notes over to Decipher. It’ll be taken care of within a week.”

You nodded, accepting the slide of papers across the desk and collecting them in a swipe. Anticipation dripped throughout the already blazing dawn atmosphere as the Knight raised a hand, signaling for any more questions. A few moments passed in silence, and it continued for the entire 20 seconds he waited, then lowering his hand with a somewhat content sigh.

“Meeting adjourned.”

A sigh accompanied your body as you stood up, stretching the stiffness of the morning off of your back. By the time you had collected your bag and the newest meeting notes, you were the only one left in the room, leaving you to venture towards the commander chamber alone.

A series of shrill beeps followed the retinal scan to your room, waving a dull flash over your features as your computer came to life. The very start of the dashboard presented 20 notifications ranging from tech notes to new messages, accompanied by a small circle fit with a 99+ on the inside.

You sighed, deciding to alleviate your stress before it rose any further by gently closing the computer. Your uniform was then swapped for a t-shirt and jeans, followed by the removal of your visor and a pair of sunglasses to replace it. A small grapnel was snatched from your bedside table before you set for your window, prying the latches open to welcome a gust of morning heat inside.

Small winds swelled into blazes as you dropped into the city of Venezuela, snapping your grapnel into the nearest roof ledge. With a soft swing you were lowering yourself into an empty alleyway, making sure to pocket your device before emerging into the bustling streets ahead. In every direction you looked, families moved in and out of stores, leaving you little room to sift through the masses until you reached your destination.

A chime rang out above your head as you pushed the store’s door open, glancing down to the small chalk board at your feet.

TASTE OF VENEZUELA

TODAY’S SPECIAL - SWEET VICTORY ROAST (MADE WITH ARABICA BEANS) - 41.2 VBS

STRAWBERRY PUFF PASTRIES - 24.7 VBS

You hummed at the board’s offerings, moving to complete your order spending only around 90 VBS. A small brown bag sat firmly grasped in your left hand as you moved to the streets once more, breaking for a shadowed lane to rise up to the rooftops.

Following a series of zips, you narrowly slipped back into your room, taking a moment to smooth out your windswept hair and grab your laptop before emerging into the hallway. Your feet led you to the room just beside yours, raising a hand to gently rap the door with your knuckles. After three coordinated knocks did you step back, lightly smiling when a muffled groan rang out from the other side.

Following that, came a slightly louder “come in.”

The door flashed green in an automated unlocked sequence, allowing you to push the handle open and enter. You let out a low whistle of greeting after the door shut, earning only a shallow wave in response.

“What do you need?”

“Nothing,” you shrugged, placing the bag on the table beside him. “Just wanted to check in.”

The Knight’s head shifted to the side at the crinkle of the bag, leading him to turn in his chair, directly facing you with the glowing LEDs serving as his eyes. The real gaze seemed to bore through the layers of screen and meta all the same, holding you with a squint, and slowly traveling over to the bag once more.

You rode the silence with caution, slowly unbagging your purchases before looking back to his bed. The sheets were cleanly folded save a scarce number of crinkles, giving you the impression that it hadn’t been used in days.

“When’s that last time you slept?”

Your question roused a stifled laugh out of him, following a shrug as he took your outstretched hand containing his order.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He contested, taking a glance down to the mocha iced coffee and strawberry pastry that sat in his grasp. “How did you know my order?”

You were faced with a look of suspiciously heightened eyebrows following a hiss of his modulator, soon narrowing as you laughed at his inquiry.

“Oh, I don’t know.” You sighed, plopping down on the foot of his bed. “Maybe because this is what you order every single time we go there?”

An unimpressed huff responded to your sarcasm ridden response. A soft smile accompanied your features as you lightly patted the spot next to you, rousing a quiet grumble from the Knight before he stood to join you. Just seconds later, the space beside you dipped, trailing a faint string of mocha to your nose as you breathed in.

The Knight slowly brought the cup to his lips, taking a rather small sip before letting it sit there, guarding the tip of his nose. Almost shyly, he cleared his throat, head tilting in the slightest so you could see his other eye.

“Thank you. Dinners on me.”

You almost spit out the mass of coffee that sat in your own mouth, rubbing your temples as you ensured that you heard him right.

If there was one thing you knew for sure, it was that the Arkham Knight never says thank you. And he most certainly doesn’t offer to buy anyone dinner either.

Yet, there he was, completely unphased, languidly sipping from his coffee as he typed notes into his laptop beside you. And if you squinted hard enough, you’d see the small smile dusting his face as he looked over in your direction once more.

“What?”

“Nothing!” You yelped, frantically snapping your gaze away from him. “You’re uh.. you’re welcome.”

He only huffed at your response, seemingly back to normal. You set your drink down on the floor before opening up your own laptop, diving straight into the flagged emails in your inbox. A few minutes passed before you felt a slight nudge on your knee, encouraging you to look up from your screen.

“Takeout sound good?”

A smile crawled upon your features as your mouth parted, mentally preparing for the extra workload you were about to get.

“Only if we’re getting Batburger.”

[gothamitelove]

OOOOO THE RIDLER IMAGINNEEE HIT ALL THE RIGHT SPOTS I LOVE HOW U ADDED IVY AND BARBS 💕💕💕💕

I've been focusing on gothams Ed now I wanna go back to our beloved stinky lil rat man in arkham knight

Maybe comforting him when he has a breakdown cause we all know he isn't the most stable maybe he has a moment of dought about him and the reader or him beating the big bad bat?

Ur littraly filling me with so much serotonin ily 💕💕💕

-🌸💕

hey bestie!! here's a couple short hc's since the inbox is crowded rn!

he absolutely refuses to let you take care of him. however, it gets so bad that he just doesn't have the strength to resist you anymore, which is saying quite a lot about his state of mind.

he'll cling to you like a koala. seriously. he's completely past shame about it and he just needs an anchor

please make sure he stays hydrated, eddie's not in the state where he can keep track of that himself

also, hot tip: he loves when you run your fingers through his hair. slow, repetitive motions really help him calm down

tell him he's still the smartest person you know, that he's brilliant, that you're not leaving. that's what he really needs to hear

hope you liked these, anon!! <3 sorry again that this is so short

[patheticbabie]

a mini birthday event for Jason's birthday. Below are the requests given. Happy reading! Requests are closed

some works are 18+ with smut, so please follow the rules, NO MINORS.

jason todd x reader - don't make me cover your mouth

jason todd x prostitute!reader - earned it

jason todd x shy!reader - show me

biker!jason todd x reader - meet cute

jason todd x reader - first time

what sort of dates would jason take you on headcannon

arkham knight jason todd x gn reader - because you deserve it

best friend's older brother!jason todd x reader - thigh riding

arkham knight jason todd x reader - playing with fire

jason todd x younger sister!reader - just humour me please

jason todd x reader - body worship

biker!jason todd x reader - birthday getaway

[dc-and-arfrona]

Redemption

Jason Todd x Gn!Reader

Based of this request and this prompt

Type: Angst

Word Count: 700+

Masterlist

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Once the golden boy of Gotham, Jason Todd had descended into the shadows, consumed by darkness and vengeance. As the infamous Arkham Knight, he had become an enigma, a twisted embodiment of pain and sorrow. It was in this state of inner turmoil that he would cross paths with a remarkable woman who unknowingly challenged the walls he had built around his heart.

You, a beacon of hope in Gotham City, dedicated your life to helping those in need. Unbeknownst to Jason, you were not a stranger but someone he had once called a childhood friend. Fate had brought you together again, rekindling a bond that had been buried deep within both your hearts.

One fateful night, while patrolling the city's gloomy streets, Jason's mind wandered into the realm of memories. A particular image surfaced—the two of you, innocent and carefree, exploring the hidden corners of Gotham as children. Laughter echoed through the dilapidated alleyways, and a mischievous smile adorned Jason's face. It was in that very moment he first fell in love with you, though he didn't understand it then.

The memory swirled within his mind like a phantom, reminding him of the genuine connection you shared. It was during those childhood adventures that Jason felt an unspoken understanding between you, a bond that transcended the ordinary. But as the weight of his tragic past pressed upon his shoulders, he had distanced himself, fearing that his darkness would taint your light.

Unbeknownst to Jason, you also treasured those memories from your shared childhood. The feelings of warmth and affection were etched deep within your heart, guiding your unwavering determination to save him from his own torment. Though he tried to push you away, you recognized the flicker of recognition in his eyes, the echo of forgotten emotions that mirrored your own.

Inevitably, the Arkham Knight's actions attracted Batman's attention. Bruce Wayne, the Dark Knight, recognized the familiar anguish behind the mask and discovered the true identity of his adversary. Jason's tortured soul had pushed him beyond the brink, seeking vengeance against those he deemed responsible for his tragic past.

Amidst the chaos, you became entangled in Jason's vendetta, the thread of your shared history weaving its way through the present. In a moment of vulnerability, a flashback seized Jason's mind—a vivid recollection of a stolen glance, a stolen heart. The world around him faded as he relived the instant he first realized his love for you, a love that had remained hidden in the recesses of his wounded soul.

As the battle against crime raged on, you witnessed the internal struggle within Jason. The guilt, pain, and longing he carried threatened to consume his very essence. Each night, as he ventured into the shadows, he found himself torn between the need for vengeance and the desire to protect the innocence that radiated from you.

"I can see that the cold has bitten past your skin and into your heart, soul even," Jason whispered, his voice heavy with sorrow. He gazed at you, his eyes haunted by the memories of the past and the weight of his failures. "I never wanted you to see me like this, to be tainted by the darkness within me."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you reached out to him, aching to ease his pain. "Jason, the darkness may have consumed you for a while, but I see the flicker of light within you. You are still capable of love, of redemption."

In that moment, the walls around his heart began to crumble, and Jason allowed himself to be vulnerable. He leaned into your touch, seeking solace and finding a glimmer of hope in your unwavering presence.

Together, you faced the demons that haunted him, guiding him towards forgiveness and healing. With each step, the weight of his past became a little lighter, and the love between you grew stronger.

But there were moments when the anguish became too much to bear. In the dead of night, Jason would wake in a cold sweat, haunted by the faces of those he had lost and the pain he had caused. He would retreat to the solitude of his room, his mind a battlefield of regrets and self-doubt.

You would find him there, curled up in the darkness, his breath shallow and uneven. You would wrap your arms around him, whispering words of reassurance, reminding him that he was not alone. In those moments, he clung to you like a lifeline, seeking solace in your presence.

"I don't deserve your love," he would murmur, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've done terrible things, and the weight of my sins crushes me."

You would hold him tighter, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "Jason, we all carry our scars and our mistakes, but that doesn't define who we are. I see the goodness in your heart, the capacity for redemption. You are not alone in this journey."

As time passed, Jason's walls began to crumble further. He allowed himself to trust, to let you in completely. It was a slow and painful process, the remnants of his past still clinging to his soul, but your unwavering support provided the strength he needed to push forward.

Together, you confronted the darkness that threatened to engulf him, fighting side by side against the demons that plagued his mind. And slowly, with each act of compassion, each whispered word of love, Jason found solace in your presence.

In the shadow of redemption, Jason Todd found a fragile peace. He learned to embrace his past, not as a weight to bear, but as a catalyst for growth. You became his anchor, the embodiment of love and understanding, guiding him towards the light.

The road to redemption was not without its obstacles. There were moments of doubt, of relapse into old habits and patterns. But you remained steadfast, reminding Jason of his worth, his capacity for change.

And as the days turned into months and the months into years, Jason began to rebuild his life, finding purpose and meaning in protecting Gotham City. He used his skills and experiences to fight for justice, to become a symbol of hope rather than vengeance.

Through it all, your love remained the guiding force, the foundation upon which his new life was built. Together, you carved a path towards a brighter future, leaving behind the shadows of the past.

In the end, it was the power of love that saved Jason Todd. The love that had been forged in childhood, weathered by darkness, and rekindled in the face of adversity. And together, you defied the odds, emerging stronger, united in your shared journey of redemption.

The memories of your childhood adventures now intertwined with the hope for a brighter tomorrow, as you both rekindled a love that had never truly died.

[in-som-niyah]

Attentive!Jason who feels you toss and turn away from him in the night, signalling that something was wrong. He didn't know what, but upon feeling you curl into a ball, holding your stomach, it clicked.

Attentive!Jason who turns on his side to pull you back into his chest, hoping the warmth would soothe you enough to go back to a deeper sleep. Sighing sadly, he realizes that this time might be worse than he thought.

Attentive!Jason who kisses your hairline and slowly untangles himself from you in order to get up. He goes and puts the kettle on, fills a glass of water and brings your painkillers of choice, making a mental note of buying you more the next time he's out.

Attentive!Jason who sets the glass and painkillers on your nightstand, then slowly makes his way back into bed. Gently, he wakes you with kisses and firm strokes on your back, soothing some of the ache.

Attentive!Jason who, upon gently waking you, helps you to the bathroom to get cleaned up and take a hot shower.

Attentive!Jason who kisses your lips every time you try and apologize for ruining the sheets followed by a "no more tears querida, just let me take care of you"

Attentive!Jason that fills up your hot water bottle and a cup of herbal tea with extra honey just how you like it, and brings both items back to your room. He wraps the hot water bottle in a thin, fuzzy blanket, as to not burn you.

Attentive!Jason who puts your towel and clean pyjamas in the dryer for 5 minutes to warm them up for you before you get out of the shower.

Attentive!Jason who helps dress you when your shower is done, but leaving you to do what you need to privately. He just wants you safe and comfortable.

Attentive!Jason that guides you back to bed, not in a smothering and demeaning way, but just to make things easier on your aching joints.

Attentive!Jason that bundles you up snugly after you finish your tea, and reads to you to help you fall back asleep. The painkillers seem to be working, and he knows his voice soothes you.

Attentive!Jason that kisses your forehead and presses the hot water bottle to your sore abdomen once you begin to stir again, in effort to ease the tension.

Attentive!Jason who will, no matter what time it is, get up to get what you need. This boy is so madly in love with you, nothing you could ever need is too much for him. It doesn't matter if he just came back from a gruelling patrol, a fight with Bruce, or recovering from his own ailments. Jason Loverboy Todd is going to bring you tea at 4am. No complaints. No questions asked.

Attentive!Jason who secretly researches new ways to help you when you're hurting, always wanting to learn and improve.

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a/n: answered this ask that disappeared for some reason???? it was from some general attentive!jason hcs when reader was on their period/cramping but i genuinely have no idea where it went....

anyways time for bed its 2am

[krashoutluv]

ak!jason putting bratty reader in their place🙈

ouhhfhtthrjshd hehehehe yesyesyes

AK!Jason putting bratty reader in their place

JASON bouncing you on his cock up against a wall; every thrust having your wet hole spasm around his dick. Jason would never degrade you, but it doesn’t stop him from talking absolute filth in your ears. “Just like that—mh, how you fuckin’ wanted it, hm?” He gripped your waist with one hand, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your plush skin. The other hand firmly holding your face still so he can watch you come undone. “Can’t hide your face sweetheart, takes out all the fun in this.” So god damn snarky when he talks too. He’s held you here for awhile now, making sure you’ll barely be able to talk straight for awhile after he’s done fucking you. Walking is out of the picture, right now all he wants you to be sure of is how good he can make you feel.

HE may be fucking you dumb, but he’s sure to make you feel like you’re on-top of the god damn world. Like you’re royalty.

JASON’S pecking sloppy kisses on your lips every time he looks at your mouth for just a few seconds too long; keeping his face close to yours, forehead skimming yours every now and then, burning every look of pleasure into his mind. “Thats it, just take me.” His warm breath skimming your face while he ruts his hips into you, hitting that part of your core that had you seeing stars.

YOU’RE barley about to look at him straight, eyes rolling to the back of your head, eyelashes fluttering. You’re incoherently babbling, only a few curses and his name slipping past your swollen lips. Hips trembling around him, “Gonna give me another doll? Fuck, fuck— yeah just like that. ” You tried turning your head away but that big hand of his kept your jaw still. “No, no, no, you weren’t mh— this shy awhile ago doll.” He watched as you came all over him, hot warm waves of ecstasy knocked into you with every pump of his cock. “That’s it baby, give it to me, make a mess on my fucking dick. Just like you said you, ah— wanted.” A sweaty moaning mess pressed against him, he’s grinding his dick into you, talking his shit.

”Tapping out already? I think you can give me another. Think you can give me another baby?” His blown out blue eyes stared up at you, snarky little smirk too. Gonna let him win?

[thesandsofelsweyr]

⚠️ cw: smut

Imagine tugging Arkham Knight's camo pants down to his thick, scarred thighs. Imagine the massive bulge in his jock, how its black straps perfectly frame his toned ass. Imagine hooking your thumbs into the sides of his jock, your knuckles brushing against his sweat-damp skin as you drag it down before falling to your knees at his armored combat boots. His submissive plaything. Imagine licking your smiling lips as his erection pops free. Imagine staring up into those icy blue-green eyes of his, trained on you. Only you. Imagine wrapping your moist lips around his beautiful cock and swallowing him down to the hilt, gagging on his considerable girth. Imagine his gnarled fingers tangling in your hair as your mouth slides up and down his diamond hard shaft. Imagine him rocking forward, jacking his hips, forcing his swollen tip to the back of your throat as he fucks your face. Imagine the insistent tug at your scalp as he uses your head for his pleasure. His cocksleeve. His fleshlight. His fuckdoll. Imagine the salty taste of his precum filling your mouth, coating your tongue. The delicious taste of him. Imagine gripping his muscular ass as you bury your face in his black pubes, inhaling his musk as he holds himself deep in your throat. Imagine his sexy grunts as you make him feel like the damned Prince of Gotham 👑

[madnessreruns]

Can I ask for some yandare!Arkham Knight Scarecrow headcanons pls?

Yandere! Arkham Knight! Scarecrow x GN! Reader

Warnings: yan themes, kidnapping :/

Note: I can’t find a proper gif for him :(

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He first met you after he took people for his experiments. You were one of his new subjects, he threw you in a cage, locked you away.

You were being kept for a later experiment, so he kept you for awhile. He fed, he watered you. He even tossed you wipes and deodorant cause you couldn’t shower. He took care of you while you were in his captivity

He spent some time with you, studying your body before submitting you to the experiments.

As he studied you something inside him, began.. he postponed his experiment, saying he needed more information on your body and mind.

He doesn’t like to think that he falls in love, but as his obsession grew over time.

He kept you for months, tracing and studying, analyzing and learning about you. Seemingly obsessively. He spent hours a day, tracing his hands over your body, he had memorized every section of your body. He would just sit you on the table, undressed, and would mark your body, write stuff down, mark down moles or blemishes, freckles or whatever.

You started to notice that he never used you for his experiments. He wouldn’t even allow you to be in the same room as the others when he was testing his gas on the people.

He’d lock you up in a cell, no longer a cage. There was a bed, pretty good size, and quite comfortable. He had candles lit to warm you lip and provide light, and he had snacks laid out with some water.

You would nap or read a book he left out for you.

He’d come back and ask you how you were doing, then he’d take you back to that examination table and continue his analysis of your body.

Eventually he would take you by the hand and allow you into the rest of his house. He would show you around, sit you at the table, feed you, read to you on the couch.

But only with his supervision. Your not allowed to be alone. Absolutely ever, unless your locked up.

Your not allowed to talk to people he doesn’t like, whether he thinks their gonna hurt you, or if he’s just plain old jealous.

No, he will never hurt or gas you. Yes he might like. Kidnap you. But he won’t even physically out hands on you.

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[intriq]

Soulmate au jason todd fic

its here. like i promised. months ago, maybe. chap 1 is done. chapter 2 is underway. flower language for titles with meanings.

NOTE: This mixes the arkhamverse AND the lazarus pit together, so KEEP THAT IN MIND. i was like "haha omg what if i mixed the two together" and everyone was like "YES" and by everyone i mean this discord im in

will make a separate masterlist post for this, maybe. heavy emphasis on MAYBE.

might just smack it all onto my already existing masterlist post, who knows!

this fic will be a series of chapters and parts, and written to Isabella's Lullaby. From The Promised Neverland. enjoy :3

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When he was Robin, running around with Batman to fight crime on the streets of Gotham, he’d sometimes get distracted. By you, of course. Not that he could see you, but he could hear you.

Specifically, he could hear you whenever you sang to yourself. Your quiet little humming always made him smile, and he’d always get distracted listening to it.

“Jason, were you listening to anything I just said?” Bruce asks, and there’s most certainly an unamused look on his face behind his mask.

Jason is snapped from his daze, giving a sheepish grin as he just gives a silent answer of no, he was not listening. The only thing he’d been listening to was the humming of his soulmate, who always had a habit of singing to themselves when they were doing something or trying to fall asleep.

Getting distracted by the sound of your singing whilst he was patrolling Gotham with Bruce probably wasn’t the best idea, but he couldn’t help it. Your voice was always so pretty, after all.

Sometimes he’d get distracted in his classes, too.

When one day, Jason’s in his boring history class, back in those days when he was younger, he hears you humming again. He smiles, of course. How could he not?

You did have a truly pretty voice.

Or could it be more-so described as beautiful?

Either way, Jason’s focus is solely on your voice now, and not the history lesson the teachers spouting off. It’s nice, and it’s certainly something Jason would rather hear than whatever that teacher was spouting off as he forces himself to focus enough to actually finish the notes he was taking.

However your humming only lasts for a few brief minutes, and Jason is forced to suddenly listen to the teacher drone on and on about some particular subject he didn’t care to pay real attention to.

Even now as the Joker cackles in his ear, bringing the crowbar back down to hit his ankles, hard, Jason grits his teeth in pain for a moment. Before eventually it turns to gasps for air.

The only way Jason could even last and endure the endless torment the Joker put him through was by imagining you. Imagining what you might look like, that is.

After all, the first words you’d ever say to him in the future were inked like a tattoo in the skin of his arm. How could he not let his mind wander to try and put pieces of you together, like some sort of puzzle without a guiding image?

It had been awhile since Jason last heard you humming to yourself. Had you stopped singing entirely, or were you just busy as of late?

His gaze, despite the pain making his vision swirl into an unfocused haze, moves to look at his soul-mark. His soul-mark, which are the first words you’d ever speak to him.

Are you okay?

Those words. Three simple words. Words that gave him hope that someday he’d get out of this hellhole in Arkham.

“Get your head in the game, bird-brain!” Joker cackles, bringing the crowbar back down onto his leg again, making Jason grit his teeth and suck in a harsh breath of air, bringing him back to reality in a dizzying flash of pain. He’s hoping Joker didn’t notice just what specifically was distracting him, considering his Robin suit kept his soul-mark hidden.

But unfortunately for him, Joker had. “Something you wanna share, birdie?” Joker taunts, reaching a hand out to grab at the hem, where the glove covered the sleeves edge. Underneath which held your first words to him.

Are you okay?

Three little words. Words that helped him stay sure he’d make it out of here. Make it out of here to you.

Jason so badly wishes to close his eyes, block everything currently happening out when Joker spots his soulmark. Wants to forget everything when he hears Joker sadistic cackling when he reads those little words. “Ooh, got yourself a soulmate, huh? Maybe they’d like to join in on this little show, hmm? What do you think of that, bird-brain?”

Jason, for once in his life, hopes you don’t live in Gotham. That you don’t live anywhere near this shithole or anywhere Joker has power to find and reach you.

At night when Jason get’s some relief from the torment, the beatings, it’s quiet. He hates it. He’s never liked silence, and now he fucking dreads it. Makes him think about how everything hurts, how badly he wants everything to end. He’s on the verge of breaking, he can feel it. That last little cord that’s about to snap.

He’s so close to giving up.

And then, for the first time in what’s felt like years, he hears it. He hears you. You’re singing again. It’s soft and sweet, your voice. Just like every other time he hears it. Jason tries his hardest to keep his eyes open, to listen to that melody you’re almost always humming. It’s the same one every time.

But in the end, he can’t help the way his eyes droop, or how you manage to lull him to sleep like some child. Jason can’t help but be so easily soothed by your voice. Because for the first time in months, Jason is able to sleep.

And for the first time in months, it’s a restful sleep. One without nightmares. And he dreams of you, what you may look like.

For just a little while, he get’s a little reprieve from all this pain and anguish.

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[tarrensbookmarks]

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➼ Alfred Pennyworth ‣I'll Be Seeing You by eupheme Invisible Man!Alfred x F!Reader ‣Slip Into Your Skin by stargirlfics Alfred Pennyworth x Black F!Reader ‣The Gentleman by stargirlfics Alfred Pennyworth x F!Black Dancer!Reader ‣Penny For Your Thoughts by eupheme Alfred Pennyworth x F!Reader ‣In Bloom by eupheme Alfred Pennyworth x F!Reader and sex pollen

➼ Bruce Wayne/Batman ‣Iron by stargirlfics Battinson x F!Reader

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➼ Harvey Dent/Two-Face ‣Yandere!Two-Face x GN!Reader by recreationalfanfics

➼ Roman Sionis/Black Mask ‣Morning After by gilverrwrites Roman Sionis x Reader

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