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[sassatoru]

“Gonna fill you up, till you’re round with my baby.”

This prompt for Dick having baby fever with his fem!reader after seeing her taking good care of Damian (giving him praises and cookies for example).

Please and thank you!

pairing. dick grayson x reader

warning. smut

a/n. here you go anon

prompts used. “gonna fill you up, till you’re round with my baby.”

seeing you with damian was normal. the young boy saw you and dick as his paternal figures not that he’d admit it. but to see you doting over the boy. he’d ‘ran’ away from home — you’d already called bruce to tell him where damian is — and to your shared apartment.

first it started with the way you worried when he showed up at your door, a bag swung over his shoulder and his scowl set on his face.

“damian?” you stared down at the boy confused, looking around the hall way where all the other flats and the elevator could be seen.

“what’s wrong? are you okay?” your confusion switched to worry almost immediately when the boy hugged you, your arms moving around him to hug him back, gently rubbing his head.

“can i stay with you and grayson?” he mumbled.

“babe? who’s at the door—” dick’s voice trailed off when he saw damian holding onto you for dear life.

“what happened?” dick asks, the worry in his eyes matching yours.

“he needs to stay over tonight,” you murmur, glancing at dick with those puppy eyes of yours that he can’t say no to. he wanted to protest, remind you that tonight is his night off and date night but his heart flutters at the way damian clings to you like a boy would to his mother.

he doesn’t have the heart to say no, merely nodding. “sure baby, he can have the spare room.”

the next time he feels that same flutter of undistinguishable wanting is when you’re making damian late dinner for him, seeing as its midnight and you and dick were planning on a little fun tonight.

the way damian sits at the dining table, finishing his homework — because even if he’s staying here and his school is in gotham he’s still gotta keep up with school — and the way you make something quick that alfred taught you to make before sending damian off to bed.

he’s all over you after that, kissing at your neck, hands slipping under your shirt, you giggle before reminding him that his little brother is in the apartment so fun time is going to have to wait.

so he waits, a week before damian finally leaves, not that dick minds having his little brother around — lies. he does mind, he minds a lot, especially when your attention is being stolen from him.

but even that didn’t stop the way his heart fluttered with every moment you doted over like a mother would, and that’s when it clicked in his mind. he wanted a baby with you.

that’s how you got here. a week later after you’d dropped damian back to the manor, and when you came home you were talking to him about how you were concerned about damian overworking on patrols but he couldn’t hear a word over the hunger buzzing in his ears.

“mhm,” he hummed, head pressed into your neck as you rambled on. “baby, baby shhhh. lets forget about them for minute.”

“dick?” you mutter confused, his hands pressing warmly against your tummy.

“yes baby?” he asks.

“what’re you doing?” you ask.

“touching you, why? am i not allowed to touch my girl?” he replies, moving you towards the bedroom. “my pretty girl, yknow that?”

you hum in response, not sure what had come over him as he gently nudges you back onto the mattress to lay down. “i was thinking, honey. about you and me… and a little someone else.”

you catch the way his eyes drop to your stomach, his pupils blown out so much that his pretty blue eyes look different. “and who’s that?” you ask, urging him on.

“our baby.”

now that does surprise you, you and dick have never talked about having kids together, you’ve barely even talked about marriage but you know enough that he seems to like the idea of both those scenarios.

“our baby?” you question and he nods, a wide smile setting on his lips as he stares down at you hungrily.

“you’d look so pretty, honey. all round and full, full of me, of us. i’d take such good care of you too.”

your cheeks flush at the way he stares at you and the way the compliments leave his lips, like pure honey.

it doesn’t take much longer till you’re both completely bare, with you all spread out under him all fucked out as he ruts against you from behind.

he wasn’t shy with his noises, whining into your ear and groaning too. whispering praises that make you purr. “aw, look at you baby, all fucked and pretty for me to use. you want me to fill you up that bad huh?”

you nod eagerly, stomach fluttering as you spasm around him, face pressed into the pillows to bury your moaning, back arched so prettily it makes him want to never stop.

“good girl, my good girl. you like the sound of being a mommy huh?” he coos, fucking into you with no mercy, mind set of giving you a baby. a part of the two of you to love.

“that’s good ‘cause i’m gonna fill you up, till you’re round with my baby.”

© e-nonsense. do no copy/steal/translate. do it and I’ll bite your toes off

[findyourrp]

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Active and understanding Community: Join a lively community of like-minded roleplayers who share your passion for storytelling and exploration. We are also very patient with each other and understand that life can sometimes get in the way.

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Ahoy, Strangers!

Join our Novella Stranger Things roleplay server where we're crafting our own canon version of S5 - The Fall of Hawkins, the apocalypse. --------

🌆 Hawkins: The Fall of Hawkins 🌆

Current:

Two days have passed since the 'final' battle with Vecna. As ash gently descends from the sky, our characters await with bated breath, wondering what fate has in store. With homes destroyed or too close to the ominous portal, some are in need of shelter. Not to worry, few of the characters offer a safe haven (More details on individual situations will be shared in the server).

Upcoming event(s): Phase 1

The day after, the ash ceases, and the sky takes on an eerie blueish hue with crimson tints, signaling colder days ahead. The town's heating systems are slowly failing, causing the temperature to drop. Although the townsfolk notice the chill, they remain unaware of the looming danger. Light sources start flickering sporadically, an issue that will only worsen with time.

📜 Explore Our Wiki For an overview of our storyline, please visit our wiki page (It's still a work in progress): Stranger Things: The Fall of Hawkins Wiki.

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🎭 Characters We're Seeking

Dustin Henderson: Join us in enhancing Dustin's role, and fostering interactions with Steve and Eddie. Dive into his involvement with the party as he stands by Will's side during these trying times.

Lucas Sinclair (Lumax): If you appreciate Lucas's character and the Lumax ship, we'd love to have you. Lucas's storyline follows S4, with slight interaction tweaks, and the presence of Billy, Kali, and Chrissy.

Eden Bingham: A possible love interest for Kali, Eden's character invites creativity. She's a college student, new to Illinois, intrigued by the enigmatic events in Hawkins. Help us shape her story.

Murray Bauman: Murray plays a pivotal role in our narrative. Visit our Wiki for insights into his character and the story's progression: Murray Bauman Wiki

Other Open Characters: A variety of key roles await, including Erica Sinclair, Suzie Bingham, Argyle, Heather (with a unique twist), Jim Hopper, Joyce Byers, Karen Wheeler, and Enzo Dmitri Antonov.

📝 OC's

Bring your creativity to the table with original characters who seamlessly fit within the Stranger Things universe. We value depth and contributions to the storyline. Let's discuss how to integrate them organically. In terms of relationships, OC's can connect with both canon and original characters. (NO Mary Sue's/Gary Stu's please)

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🌟 What We Offer 🌟

Engaging Storyline: We care to keep the storyline interesting and engaging. We have monthly catch up and discussions to talk about the progression made that month and ideas we we'd like to see happen.

Character Development: We're dedicated to character growth and offer opportunities for deepening your character's relationships and narratives. We treat all characters (including OC's) equally. We care for the development and connections of a character and will do anything to help you in case you're in need of ideas.

Dynamic Wiki: Our ever-evolving Wiki keeps you informed about the ongoing narrative and offers a rich source of lore for your roleplay. Everyone gets their own Wiki page which helps get an overview of your character. (+ HC page)

Active and understanding Community: Join a lively community of like-minded roleplayers who share your passion for storytelling and exploration. We are also very patient with each other and understand that life can sometimes get in the way.

Detailed Writing

Diverse Ships: Explore a variety of relationships and dynamics, from canon to original characters.

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[sassatoru]

“Keep your legs open doll, I’m still hungry.”

THISSS 🤭 love your writing!

the arkham knight was ruthless in every form. fighting, banter, even in bed. jason hated how attached to you he’d become, his obsession growing by the second with the way you still tried to fight back against him but melted the second he held you in his arms.

it was confusing but he took it as a good sign. the fighting was a front and the second he had you cozied up in his arms, you were his.

sure he’d technically taken you. kidnapped, whatever.

but that’s the cost of being a vigilante— no, correction, one of bruce’s vigilantes.

jason loved the way you tried to keep the worry hidden in your eyes when he came back to you bleeding one night.

most of all he loved that pretty place between your legs, saved all for him. he loved fucking it, touching it and watching your chest heave.

but most of all he loved eating you out. the bitter yet sweet taste on his tongue was something that he savoured. he enjoyed the squish of thighs around his head when things became too much for you and you started feeling overstimulated.

his hand came down on your thigh, the smack echoing in the room followed by your little cry of pain. his voice a soft growl as he pushed your thighs apart, glaring up at you from his place between your thighs.

“keep your legs open, doll.”

he licked a fat stripe up your pussy, groaning at the taste before having to pull away — much to his disappointment — to finish his sentence.

“i’m still hungry.”

[sassatoru]

"You mad? Wanna sit on my face?" With jason todd....

warnings. read the prompt from smut prompt list

He wasn’t sure what he’d done to piss you off, or if you were pissed at him at all but damn was he going to use it to his advantage. Angry sex was always one of Jason’s favourites, but usually it was him that was angry so this was a little happy twist. Maybe he could get you to take it out on him.

“Hi baby,” Jason grins smugly at you, tilting his head at you from the doorway. You merely huffed in response to him, clearly not in the mood as he lifts you up like a cat to sit you on his lap.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you grumble.

“Tired?” He asks, nuzzling into your neck. “Something else?” His hand runs down your tummy, “you mad?”

He doesn’t stop there, as he tugs your pants open. “Wanna sit on my face?”

You do, just to wipe that smug look off his stupidly perfect face. So instead of responding you push him onto his back, your lips meeting his when you press yourself down on top of him.

Jason groans when you do, nearly whining when you shed yourself of you clothes. And he just stares up at you like you’re his goddess with the most perfect body he could ever wish for. His hands immediately move to your breast once they’re freed, pinching your nipples much to your pleasure.

His eyes drop as you shed your panties, mouth watering as you push his hands away, moving yourself to hover over his face.

He doesn’t wait a second longer before he’s dragging you down to sit on his face, mouth opening to taste you. He groans as the taste of you, sweet and a little bitter just the way he loves you. His tongue drags up, through your folds and he groans when you whine softly into the quiet room.

Your fingers slip into his hair, gripping tightly as you use him to get off. Honestly this had to be one of Jason’s dreams, you using him to get what you want, to take your frustrations out on him.

“Just like that baby,” you whisper when he grips your thighs and presses his face into your pussy further.

He could die here, he thinks, happily right where he belongs under you.

Jason whines now, helplessly and pathetically when you roll your hips, clit bumping against his nose as you grind down trying to stimulate your pretty little bud.

When he realises he not getting you there all the way, his lips latch onto your clit to suck and he groans when your hips move erratically and your grip on his hair tightens.

He’ll get you there, as many times as it takes for you to let your anger out.

© e-nonsense. do no copy/steal/translate. do it and I’ll bite your toes off

[sassatoru]

WAIT PAUSE YK THOSE LIKE BIKER BF GF PICS? THATS SO JASON TODD CORE BSFFR

Yk that girl on tiktok that basically engraved ppls noodz onto like hoodies and keyrings? Yeah she did one onto a hoodie for a couple that were on each other and facing each other with the gf on the bf's lap and I immediately thought of Jason Todd and his motorbike he would so do that with his Pookie 😝

surprisingly it’d been jason’s idea to do this. he grinned stupidly when he asked, and you’d rolled your eyes before agreeing — how could you say no when he seemed so excited?

“i want one of you naked on my bike,” jason blurted out, eyes dragging down your body shamelessly.

“what?” you raise a brow at your boyfriend.

“naked on my bike.” he didn’t seem the least bit ashamed of himself, just needy.

“i’ve got a vision princess, your tits pressed against the handles with that pretty arch, we’d take the picture from the side so i can see it, all on a keychain.”

“i thought we were gonna get one together.”

“we will, promise.”

“if you get a naked one, i want a naked one.”

“oh yeah, deal.”

so you did it, the pose he wanted. tits spilling over the handles of his pretty red motorcycle. he grinned at the little gasp you let out when he forced your back into an arch, rubbing your clit against the fine leather. “that’s it, princess. just like i imagined. prettier i’d say.”

it was the middle off the night, the time he usually got off patrol so the place was deserted enough for this. he pulled he phone out. “i’m a little jealous that someone else is gonna see this.”

he snapped the picture, this one was for his keychain.

he was next, you pulled one of his big hoodies over to cover yourself you as you two headed back inside, you had an idea for your keychain.

he laughed as you ordered his clothes to be taken off while you retrieved something. his helmet and red string. he was sat on the couch, cock hard and up. “you can fix this later, right princess?” he grinned at the hungry look in your eyes.

“mhm,” you hum, blinking quickly to snap yourself out of it. you place his helmet down in front of his length, hiding it from view. he seemed to take the hint, his hand coming down to hold it for your picture.

legs wide open, big arms pressed to his sides as you tied the string around him as if the weak thread would be any use against him, but he let you be.

you took the picture quickly, eager to be on top of him to take your couple one. setting the phone down, you set a timer for the picture, shedding the hoodie while he eased you down onto his cock.

the picture was taken in seconds. and safe to say jason turned the video recording on and fucked you in front of the flashing camera.

[sassatoru]

“We’re not going anymore, get on the bed.”

pairing. jason todd x reader

warnings. SMUT, use of pet names (ma), Jason being a horny bastard, he refers to your titties as ‘my pretty girls’, and your coochie as ‘she’

prompts used. “We’re not going anymore, get on the bed.” from smut prompt list

a/n. this one made me giggle. Jason just loves his girl

“Holy fuck,” Jason gawked at the sight of you in that pretty little red dress. Dick and Kory had invited the two of you on a double date, much to Jason’s dismay you wanted to go.

You glanced up at him, eyes wide and pretty like that lipgloss you were wearing, his words rang worry through you, “is it too much?” You ask nervously.

Jason snorts, “oh ma, it’s just enough.” He grins as he moves closer, hands on your hips, pulling you into him. His hands wander down your hips to your thighs as he presses kisses down your neck. “Red?”

You nodded, “wanted to wear your colour.”

Jason swears he could cum with just those words alone, the innocent and pure adoration you have for him and wanting to wear his colour. His colour, something to mark you as his.

“We’re not going anymore, get on the bed.”

“What—” you don’t get another word out when he tosses you over his shoulder, walking you over to the bed. “Jay, we told Dick we’d come.”

“Mhm,” he hums in response, not really listening to you as he presses kisses all over you chest. “You’re gonna be coming alright.”

“Jason!” You shriek as the spaghetti straps of your dress snap.

“Shhh, I’ll buy you another one.” He mumbles, freeing your breasts with a little grin, “there’s my girls. My pretty girls.” His big hands engulf them, pinching at your nipples before sucking one into your mouth.

He worked his way down your body, lifting up the bottom of your dress so its bunched around your hips, the pretty pink lace under your dress on display. “You’re so pretty, she’s all dressed up f’me.” He presses a kiss against the gusset of your panties, right against your clit.

“You ready, ma?” He looks up at you with all the love in world in his pretty eyes. “We’re not stopping until sunrise.. heh.” He snorts, “maybe not even then.” He adds before pulling your panties to the side and diving in.

© e-nonsense. do no copy/steal/translate. do it and I’ll bite your toes off

[sassatoru]

Hello!

Congratulations on 2k followers! You definitely deserve it!

Can I request a dahlia bouquet with a burlap wrapping + poison ivy love toxins that make the hit at like a love sick puppy? (Jason preferably)

Thank you and congrats again!

“hi baby,” jason was on you in seconds, big arms wrapping around your midsection, unintentionally lifting you off the ground due to his height.

“missed you, so so much.”

you eyed the window where dick sat, trying not to laugh. “what happpened to him?”

dick grins, “your big baby missed you.” at your glaring he adds the real story.

“he got hit by ivy’s pollen. from what we’ve seen it makes him clingy, but only to you. he punched me when i offered him a hug and then demanded i bring him here.”

you sigh as dick waves, ducking out the window and back onto the streets. jason seemingly in his own world, intrigued by your hair as he nuzzled against you. “did you miss me?”

he pouts and you can’t help but smile. “of course i missed you. i miss you every second you’re gone.”

he grins happily, walking towards the bedroom, still very much carrying you, your legs swing limply with every step he takes.

“wait here,” he mutters, setting you down on the bed. he rushes off to the bathroom to quickly rinse off and change. he comes back in under three minutes.

with zero warning he plops down on top of you like a clingy baby, “i love you.” he says randomly, enjoying the feeling of you under him.

his head lay between your breasts and he pressed a kiss against your collarbone. he hummed softly when your hands moved to his hair, fingers weaving through his thick black locks.

your eyes close before you can realise he’s staring at you face, they snap open when you hear him whine. “don’t you love me too?”

you raise a brow, head tilting down to look at him where he lay, “what?”

“i said i love you but you didn’t say it back.”

“i love you too jason,” you sigh, head dropping back and he nuzzles against you contently. his thumbs rubbing your hips calmly, you shifted under him and he shifted closer, as if he’d die you weren’t completely attached to him. “don’t leave me.”

“i’m not, just got a dead leg.”

his eyes widen and he shoots up, “i killed your leg?” he questions concerned, head moving to stare at your legs.

you didn’t want to laugh, really you didn’t. he was so cute, you liked seeing him like this but the way he reacted made you burst out laughing. he frowns, pouting at you, offended.

“you’re mean.”

he grumbles, turning away from you and crossing his arms. you snicker as you wrap your arms around his big torso. “baby, no. i’m sorry.”

he shakes his head, “nuh uh.”

“don’t ‘nuh uh’ me, jason,” you say, mockingly stern. you press a kiss against his shoulder, tender and sweet and he melt before dropping all his weight on you, forcing you to lay back and let him lay on top of you completely.

“go to sleep,” he says. you try to protest but he simply doesn’t respond.

[sassatoru]

Congrats on getting 2k followers!

I would like to request hydrangea (srry if I got it wrong, my memory sucks) + string + "wish you loved me just as much as you loved her (kory)" !

LOVER OF NOT MINE

pairing. dick grayson x reader

warning. angst

prompts used. “wish you loved me just as much as you loved her.”

you could see the difference in the way he looked at you and her. dick could try to deny it, promise you that he and kory were done, but god you could see through him. the stupid looks of pity that his friends sent your way.

and that’s when the doubts started forming in your mind. how could you compare to her. kory was a princess, from another planet. an alien princess and you… you were just you.

a normal person, who lives a normal life. no vigilante tendencies, you had your load of trauma but who doesn’t?

was it you? were you too boring for him? too normal?

this “outing” as he’d called it had confirmed everything you were feeling. he’d dragged you along against your will, you hadn’t wanted to come to this stupid vigilante/superhero/anti-hero get together at some bar.

the second you’d arrived he kissed your cheek to make his way to kory, her eyes lit up at the sight of him as they hugged, his hands lingering on her hips a lot longer than they ever did yours.

what were you going to do now? you didn’t know anyone here, so you sat at the free spot at the end of the bar, alone and disappointed. it’d been half an hour now, and he hadn’t even spared a glance in your direction yet, too busy listening to whatever stupid nonsense was coming out of kory’s mouth.

honestly you looked too pretty to be left behind like this, you wanted to just go home. you didn’t have the car keys though, dick insisted that he drive the two of you there.

maybe that was his plan, keep you trapped here, watching him and kory so you’d know where you stood in this relationship. you felt that lump in your throat get heavier, you couldn’t walk home. not in fucking bludhaven, this place was nearly as bad as gotham — wait, they’re leaving.

together?

you froze in your seat as they walked past the bar, he’d forgotten you were here, you could tell by the way his eyes focused on her completely.

you should’ve stayed home. guess you’re gonna be walking home after all.

people didn’t pay you any mind as you slipped past them and out onto the chilly streets where you could catch a glimpse of dick’s car speeding away from the bar.

you felt sick. scared and sick. bag clutched as you walked tensely, head low to avoid anyone’s gaze. the dark made the city look a little peaceful, but everyone knew that was far beyond the truth.

you distantly hear a few whistles calling out to you but those men make no move to pursue you either. so you kept walking until you reach the entrance of you apartment building, you stepped in as quickly as you could, pressing the elevator button a few times, impatiently.

the door dinged as it opened, you shivered as you stepped in, pressing the button of the floor you lived on, it was times like this you were glad you hadn’t moved in with dick.

you didn’t bother changing when you crawled into bed, kicking your heels off at the door, greeted by your cat meowing at you and following you to bed.

at least someone was acknowledging you, your little companion jumped up onto the bed, taking the side dick usually would most nights with a purr as he tried to get as close to you as possible.

you couldn’t hold it back anymore, silent tears falling down your cheeks as you curled up. eventually, sometime past 11pm you passed out. you had exhausted all your tears and just given up.

it’s only at 1am that dick comes looking for you. his key to your place jingled softly enough to not stir you as he opened the door, barging through and going straight for your bedroom, the noise startling both you and your cat awake.

you let out a noise something between a scream and a cry and your cat hisses as the sight of dick. he’d never liked your ‘boyfriend’ in the first place, maybe you should’ve trusted his instincts.

“sweetheart, i’m so sorry.”

the apology is the first thing that slipped from his tongue and it all came back to you.

“i lost track of time and—”

“where were you?” you ask, throat sore from your crying, he could see the dried tear stains on your cheeks and he knew he’d messed up past what was forgivable.

he’d left you alone, in a room of strangers with no way home.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers, eyes dropping to the floor and you notice the disheveled way his hair sat, collar covered in the same shade of lipstick kory had been wearing, and if you looked close enough there’d be a matching stain on his lips.

you didn’t need this. “get out.”

you gave him no time to argue, standing up and shoving a box of his stuff into his arms. things you’d collected in your state of sad anger, the box contained his clothes, random little trinkets he’d brought along, gifts he’d brought you — never anything expensive just stuffed animals and cards.

“can’t we talk about this?” he pleaded and failed as shoved him further.

“no, if you want kory so badly. then have her, but don’t drag me along to play the fool.”

he winces at your retort, shame settling in his bones.

“is it me?” you cant help but ask, “why can’t you love me as much as you love her? wish you loved me just as much as you love her.”

he’s starting to really wish he’d left the first time you asked — told him to.

“you’re perfect,” he whispers, “but she… me and her, we..”

“just leave, i don’t want to see you again, dick.”

he doesn’t fight it, he doesn’t have the right anymore does he. his heart sinks when he closes your bedroom door behind him and he can hear the way you break down, trying to keep quiet.

you deserved to know but he’d never tell you, it was never real. you and him, you were just a sweet innocent girl he was using to get his ex back, and it worked. now he’ll move on and leave you to suffer the consequences.

© e-nonsense. do no copy/steal/translate. do it and I’ll bite your toes off

[sassatoru]

Dahlia with String then Burlap plsss

What about him and the reader being lovers in highschool. After his death ,the reader went mad and stuck at the age of 15 when he was still alive. After he got back,he visits her everyday since he believed there is still a way to get his girl back 😭

COME HOME TO ME

pairing. jason todd x reader

warning. angst to fluff, character death + revival, age regression, reader in a psych ward

a/n. i really liked this prompt thank you

“hey baby,” jason whispered, his hand on the glass separating the two of you, oh how he wished he could break this down and take you home. but he knows that you wouldn’t react well to being taken.

you don’t reply, your eyes are staring forward. they’re so dull now, not like the girl he loved when he was younger, his girl.

you’re wearing one of the hoodies he left here for you. you may not recognise his face and voice but you’d never forget the way he smelt, you used to tease him for the pine smell but now it was all you had left of him.

“baby,” jason calls out again, a little louder this time. “come on, doll. look at me, it’s me. it’s jay.” jason wants to cry, he wants you back, he wants you home, his voice is pleading, there’s a lump in his throat when you finally look at him.

you shake your head at him, “you’re not my jay.”

jason feels like he’s dying again, it feels the same. he feels like he’s dying inside, the breath leaving his lungs, eyes closing and he can hear that bomb again. the maniacal laughter of the bastard that killed him, the sound of his skull cracking under the force of the crowbar.

because he’s not really your jay, is he? no, he knows he isn’t. that boy died a long time ago, but jason can be jay, because you need jay, not jason.

“yes i am, baby.” it’s me, doll.

when did baby turn to doll, he wonders. another sign that he’s changed.

“look at me, really look at me.”

and you do you look into his green eyes— green? that can’t be right, jay’s eyes were an icy blue you adored dozing off to. but there is something familiar in the way this man looks at you, like you could massacre cities and he’d still love you.

but he can’t be jay, your jay died.

you shake your head again, turning away from him to curl up on the bed — jason has to remember to say thanks to bruce for getting you somewhere that takes care of you — to hide from him.

“baby don’t go,” he whispers.

this was routine by now, everyday for the last three months he came here. to sit by the glass that separates you from him. and everyday you do the same thing, refuse to believe him.

“baby, don’t you remember me? remember that day we snuck into the theatre, in the roof and took out that part of the ceiling so we could watch? and you said—”

“—we’re like ninjas.”

a smile crosses his lips, and he laughs. your heart flutters and you peek a look at him, only to find his staring right back at you. “hi baby.”

“jay,” you mumble, he nods.

“that’s right, doll. it’s jay.”

“doll?” you ask.

he shrugs, “maybe it’s time for something new.”

“i like it,” you say.

it takes weeks before you’re discharged. the doctors don’t believe the sudden change in you, the hallucinations suddenly gone, you’re not seeing a teenage lover, you don’t believe you’re 15 anymore.

they run their test but nothing wrong comes back. jason takes you home at the end of it all.

it’s different, the way he walks, or talk, the way he stands. so different yet so familiar. he’s bigger, not the scrawny boy you knew, his size triples yours.

he laughs when you mention it to him.

he keeps his distance, trying to keep you comfortable but you want him closer. you want him to hold you, more than anything you want to curl up next to him, letting some corny horror movie you play in the background, you’d jump despite knowing the jump scares are coming, and he’d tease you, promise to keep the monsters away. before he screamed himself, and you laughed, fingers running through his hair.

his hair was different too, still black but he had that white streak in it. you told him you liked it, he gave up on trying to dye it.

he stays with you at night, holding your hand when you wake up from the nightmares of losing him.

it takes months before he holds you, causally like he used to. hands dragging along your hips when he walks past you. he coddles you months later despite your insistence that you can take care of yourself.

you don’t get over the years of your life you lost, but you both have that in common. your life started and ended together. now you get another chance to start again.

jason won’t leave you again. jay won’t let you hurt again.

© e-nonsense. do no copy/steal/translate. do it and I’ll bite your toes off

[sassatoru]

"Stupid slut, this is what you wanted huh? Wanted me to fuck you like I hate you."

this prompt with D.grayson fighting with brat!reader

PUHLEASE I NEED THAT thank yew! ;-;

dick wasn’t in the mood for your attitude. mr golden boy was tired, he’d just argued with bruce for an hour and you’d wanted his attention. in your defence he’d been gone a week.

“shut up.” dick’s scowl made your stomach flutter, in a way you hadn’t intended to feel.

you hated how perceptive he was at times, his eyes narrowed at you knowingly. “actually, i could blow off a little steam. get on the bed, and take this off.”

he motioned to your clothes, you walked off to the bedroom. usually he’d tease you back, playfully, and the sex would be a fight for power. you had a feeling there’d be no fighting today.

he had you spread open in no time, on your back, legs open so he’d fuck you deep and hard. the sounds of your skin slapping against his filled your ears. you didn’t have it in you to make another noise, your throat sore and achy. eyes squeezed shut and head tossed back.

“stupid slut, this is what you wanted, huh?”

his voice was a growl in your ear, it made you shiver, nails clawing down his back. you whined in response, body shaky, you could control the tremors that ran through you as he pulled orgasm after orgasm from you.

“take it, you wanted this so take it.”

his hands pushed your thighs open wider, tears fell down your cheeks.

“wanted me to fuck you like i hate you. so take it.”

he didn’t stop, he wasn’t planning to stop until he wasn’t angry anymore, and who knows how long that’d be for. after all you’ve seen him go hours on the punching bag.

[sassatoru]

Loveeee your work,obsessed with it<3

Could you do a jason todd x reader with "you're mine.mine,mine,mine,mine" and "fuck,whit baby slow down"

MWUAHHHH LOVEEE

pairing. jason todd x reader

warnings. SMUT, use of pet names (doll, sweetheart), jealous/mean jason, unprotected sex, choking, praise + degradation kink, nipple play, overstimulation, orgasm denial, name calling (whore).

prompts used. “you’re mine. mine mine mine mine..” “Fuck, shit baby slow down.” from smut prompt list

a/n. HI thank you for the kind words and hope this is to your standards anon <3

The sounds of skin slapping and your moans filled the room, followed by Jason’s harsh words. “Stupid girl,” he hissed into your ear, moving up into you faster. His hands gripping your hips tightly, you’re sure they’ll leave a mark in the morning.

“Who do you think you are?” His hand came down on your ass, a sharp smack filling the room, followed by sounds of your distorted moaning. “Think you can just let another man touch you? Answer me.”

You immediately shook your head, “no no— no.” You cried out as his hips came to a stop, once again keeping you from another orgasm. “Jay, baby please— please don’t stop. I’ll be good,” truthfully you both knew that wasn’t true but Jason could help but feel a little pity for you. He’d been at this for an hour now, an hour of ruined orgasms.

“Think you deserve it, doll?” He hummed, his fingers coming to cradle your jaw and forcing you to look at him. “Think you can stop being a little whore for me?”

He smirked at your eager nodding, your head moving up and down n an attempted to convince him as your nails raked down his back leaving long red marks you’d apologise for later.

“Hm..” he hummed thoughtfully, his hands coming down from your hips to lift your thighs, he tilts his head down to look at where you’re connected, his cock smeared in all your juices. “If you insist,” he says before resuming his brutal pace of thrusting up into you.

He grins as your head is thrown back at his unforgiving thrusts before getting lost in his own pleasure, your back arches off the bed as your pretty hands move along his strong body to find anything to hold onto, eventually stopping to grip his biceps tightly.

“Fuck, shit baby slow down.”

You cry out, your hand moving to his hips to try to stop him but your attempts are futile as he moves even faster, the head of his cock hitting your g-spot again and again and again.

“Shhhh,” he whispers into your ear, leaning down to catch your nipple with his teeth before sucking it into his mouth with a pleasurable groan.

“You look so pretty sweetheart,” he coos softly, his eyes tracing over your figure after letting out a low moan when he feels you tighten around him, a sign that you’re close. “You gonna cum, pretty?” He asks, pressing a kiss under your jaw.

“Come for me, doll.” He murmurs against your skin, “remember who’s making you feel like this.” He adds, “you’re mine. mine mine mine mine..”

[sassatoru]

thinking about biker!jason who runs his hands over your thighs at red lights. squeezing them with his big gloved hands and forcing you to lean forwards into him so he can feel the press of your breasts on his back.

and when he fucks you in his helmet because he knows how much it turns you on to have him on top of you in his helmet and gloves, it adds to the mystery, you say.

biker!jason who buys you a helmet since you’re always tagging along with him, its a cute and simple design, a matt black with red highlights on the edges. he likes seeing you in his colours.

biker!jason who likes seeing you in leather, especially those leather pants that look great on your ass, tight in all the right places.

biker!jason who laughs when you zone out on his arms when he wears those black compression shirts on the bike, that make his look so big and you just wanna eat him up.

[sassatoru]

(feel free to ignore if it makes you uncomfortable)

do you think jason would be okay with period sex???

ak!jason todd wouldn’t be shy with how much he wants you, even if you’re on your period. to him the blood is normal, I think he’d fuck you when he gets back from working, covered in blood from fighting all day.

when he gets back you’re all curled up on the bed, eyes squeezed shut as pain zaps through your abdomen and he can hear the soft whine of pain coming from you.

he read somewhere that period sex helps with cramps, what better time to put the theory to the test because to him, what’s a little more blood?

however

rh!jason todd would hesitate. not because its disgusting no, its because he’s not sure if you are okay with it. other than that yes.

leave it to him, if it matters that much to you he’ll change the sheets, wash them, clean the mess. its like cleaning up a crime scene, and the crime lord has done that heaps of times.

if it means that much he’ll put a couple towels under your hips for the bloody mess, it makes cleaning up easier anyways.

jason todd would never let something as minuscule as blood get in the way of bringing you and him pleasure.

[sassatoru]

TELL ME YOU SEE ME

pairing. jason todd x reader

warnings. reader is a little pathetic, character death and revival, eventual smut, sub!jason, soft dom!reader, virgin!jason, lots and lots of consent

request. here

a/n. thank you both for this ask, not sure if this is what you wanted exactly, i couldn’t really fit it all in with what i had going

you giggled as dick grumbled about the piece of gum stuck in his hair, your legs swinging over the ledge of the building he’d cornered you on.

the former robin had followed you after you’d ‘stolen’ jewels. turns out selina had taken off with hem and you were just the distraction. but that didn’t stop you from playing your usual pranks.

like that time you superglued bruce’s utility belt closed, or put little animal stickers on the cowl of his suit.

all that had changed so quickly. the lightheartedness and awkwardness you emitted had disappeared.

everyone saw how losing him changed you. you weren’t loud and weird anymore, you’d stick to yourself, keeping your weird thoughts to yourself. actually now that you think about it you didn’t have many weird thoughts anymore.

maybe they died with jason too.

“oh come on. i haven’t done anything wrong, have i?” you grinned at the robin in front of you. there was a hint of a smile on his lips, head tilted at you.

“i guess not, but i am gonna need gordon’s glasses back.”

“buzzkill, birdy.” you pout before pulling the glasses off your face and handing them over to him with a grumble.

“thanks kitty cat,” jason grins, before leaving to go back on patrol.

you were half asleep, dreams of him haunted you every night. you’d see his face all the time, flashes of his brutal state would come over you, you remember his funeral too, well the one you and dick had for him because bruce buried him without everyone.

“hey kid,” dick muttered, his hand on your shoulder as he looked down at his brother’s grave. this was the last thing the first robin thought would happen when he got back from space.

you don’t say anything, no jokes or pranks. you just stand there like a peace of you was in that grave with him.

you spun in your chair waiting for the computer to finish decrypting the information dick had brought to you. you’d broken through the locks and safety measured on the drive easily.

apparently it belonged to some new criminal mob boss, red hood, he called himself. you hadn’t encountered him yet, you assumed your turn to meet this lunatic was soon or never, seeing as nobody new about your whereabouts these days, except dick.

and there. you were in. you grabbed your phone to make the call to dick.

you heard it before you felt it, the soft click of a gun and then the cold nozzle pressed up against your neck. “i wouldn’t.”

the voice was distorted, your fingers stilled against your key board.

“you’re a hard person to find, kitty cat. very hard, i leave for six years and then you’re off the grid too. but i finally found you.”

“excuse me?” stupid, you scold yourself in you mind, what idiot snarks when— oh yeah, you would.

he laughed, a cold, creepy sound coming from what you assumed to be a voice modulator. then you heard a soft hiss of air and a thud, his helmet placed on the desk in front of you.

“c’mon kitty cat. you don’t remember me?” he uses the gun to tip your head back.

“what..?” your eyes widen as you stare up at him.

“ah, there you go. you’ve changed, not as much spunk and crazy anymore.”

you snatched the purse of some mugger, knocking him out before handing it back to the lady he stole it from. the woman smiles before going on her way. you hummed softly as jason landed in the alley in front of you, “nice work, kitty.”

you couldn’t help the smile on your face, grinning proudly at his praise, you were sure if you had a real tail it’d be wagging happily right now. “really?”

“oh yeah,” he nods, even at sixteen jason wasn’t completely a fool, he could tell how much his words meant to you.

he stared down at you. “c’mon kitty cat, i’m gonna need those files back. can you do that f’me?” was it mean to use your feelings against you like this? yes, definitely but jason was also trying to determine whether or not you still had those feeling for him too.

your shake your head, dick needs these files to stop red hood. but jason is red hood, so you’d be hurting him— no you have to help dick.

“i can’t.”

“sure you can, just take it out and give it here.”

“no.”

he pressed the gun harder into your neck, reminding you that it was an option, but he wouldn’t pull the trigger, it’d be useless to anyways. the gun was unloaded, not a single bullet inside, he couldn’t risk accidentally shooting you.

“fine,” you scoff, unplugging the hard drive and handing it over.

“i’ll see you soon kitty cat.” he leaves, leaving his helmet behind with you, the camera in it would keep an eye on you and you most definitely wouldn’t give the helmet up, he knew that.

it wasn’t long later until you saw him next. he didn’t intend to stay away anymore. this time when he came to you, it had properly registered in your mind. this was jason, jason was back.

so when you hugged him so suddenly, words tumbling out of your mouth messily. “i missed you so much.” you whisper, arms tight around him.

you sniffled and his heart broke, fingers gently running through your hair as he held you. his body tensing when the words ‘i love you’ escaped your lips. you hadn’t seem to realised because you kept going on, soft rambling, refusing to let him go.

he tried to speak, only to be cut off by you once more.

“i didn’t know how to say it, but you always got me.” you whisper, looking up at him. “tell me you see me.”

“i see you, doll.”

—

you didn’t expect him to be a virgin.

not with the looks of a god and the voice of an angel.

but you embraced the fact, you loved it even that he wanted you as his first. even though you were the one begging, on your knees in front of him, he couldn’t tear his eyes from you.

“can i touch you?” your fingers hover over his undressed body, he nodded.

“words, jay.”

“y-yeah.” he shivers under your touch, a soft groan leaving him.

“you’re so pretty,” you murmur, meeting his eyes as you lick a strip up his cock, swirling your tongue around his head. “taste so sweet too.”

his hand grips the sheets, staring at the arch of your back and the way your ass sticks up. you take his hand, leading towards your hair, “can i?”

“yeah, yeah go ahead, kitty.”

your lashes flutter as i pushes your head down towards his cock, you mouth falling open immediately to suck him up. you hum softly, as if you were gaining more pleasure from this than he was.

he holds your hair out of your face while you gag on the sheer length of him, his cock so thick it stretches your mouth open so far that you know your jaw will ache this time tomorrow.

he groans out your name, shameless with his noises. he pulls you off him, you whine trying to go down on him again, he thinks he could cum at the sight. “i wanna feel you, please.”

you can’t deny him, not when his big icy blue eyes stare down at you.

jason todd does not fuck like a virgin. you learn that when he can’t seem to stop fucking you into the bed. gasping into your ear while you babble on about how good he is.

how pretty he is.

how nobody could understand you like him.

how much you love him.

he can barely hold himself in but he doesn’t wanna stop right now.

“oh— oh jay.” you whimper softly, “so so good.”

he’ll wait, just to hear your little praises and whines, to hear that you love him.

“i know, i know baby. i love you too.”

© e-nonsense. do no copy/steal/translate. do it and I’ll bite your toes off

[sassatoru]

what about ex boyfriend biker!jason?

he’s so petty about you, scaring off guys who approach you. borderline stalker you think, he finds you everywhere.

“who was that?” he hisses, eyes glaring at the guy — boy — that tried to get your number. you shove him away, jason watches as you walk off.

ex biker!jason who pisses you off. he still loves you, yknow? he’s still yours. he buys you flowers, leaving them at your doorstep, and waits outside your house to make sure nobody else takes the flowers.

he smirks when you don’t trash the flowers and take them inside, they sit on your counter now.