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ladytauria · 3 months

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Hear me out: 92 and jaycest for the smut prompts

i heard you loud and clear nonny 😌

this... ended up being a monster of a fic (almost 6k) so i'm not posting the entirety of it here, lmao.

my original plan for this was to be a coda to cloves, smoke, and honey, but every time i sat down to write nothing came to me. so finally i started listing jay pairings while looking up selfcest prompts and—then something clicked and i ended up with this <3

in which hood!jay ends up in a universe where his alternate never died <3

i had a really good time with this one! i hope you enjoy <3

(note: i was picturing jay at about ~17 in this, and jason at least 22. however, no ages are stated; just that jay is going to college soon <3)

>> AO3 <<

Hood plants his hands on the desk, leaning against it, looking up at the monitors. Batman and Nightwing are still out. Spoiler and Robin’s curfews got called an hour ago. (Tim’s probably still sulking about it, but whatever. School’s important, no matter what the brat thinks.) Alfred retired when they did.

That leaves just Hood and Jay.

Hood… He showed up just shy of a month ago. Some asshole’s running around, opening portals to other dimensions, and Hood got caught in the crossfire. Stranded, until they can catch the guy.

He won’t show them his face. Won’t even walk around in just a domino! Instead, he’s always wearing that obnoxious red helmet.

It’s driving B crazy.

Even Tim, stalker extraordinaire, hasn’t been able to figure out Hood’s identity.

Or. If he has, the little gremlin isn’t sharing. Jason highly doubts he’d hide it, though. B and Dick are too wound up about it.

Jay… He can’t blame them. Hood’s scarily well-trained. Bruce tried putting him on lock down once and he just breezed right past the defenses as soon as they left. That’s when Dick had suggested they work together—mostly to keep an eye on Hood, which they all know Hood is aware of.

Jay’s pretty sure Dick meant to take the job. Hood and B… well, the way his hackles raise if Batman so much as glances in his direction… That’s a powder keg waiting to blow. Thing is, while Hood will tolerate Nightwing—mostly—the one he trusts the most is…

Jay.

It’s flattering.

And it’s kind of nice to be the one in charge of keeping an eye on Hood.

Jay is still a recent graduate of his Robin role, and it’s a struggle to be taken seriously as his own hero. He’s… looking forward to college, honestly. To either put vigilantism on the back burner or just set up somewhere new—he hasn’t decided yet. It’ll be nice, to leave and come back changed.

Anyway, but actually being trusted to run with Hood at night makes him feel… More like a part of the team. He knows Bruce will never trust him as much as he does Dick—and he’d like to say he’s made his peace with that, but he hasn’t—but at least he trusts him with something.

Jay just wishes he wasn’t so distracted. Even now, Jay’s not paying as much attention to what’s on the monitors so much as he is the way Hood’s tac pants pull taut over his ass and thighs. Which—fuck, those thighs. Firm and muscular and thick.

He choked a guy out with them earlier tonight. Jay’s blood had rushed south so fast he’d thought he was gonna pass out. It’d taken every trick he knew to will his erection down so he could keep working.

The arousal still sings in his blood—a quiet tune, but present all the same. Jay wets his lips, and then walks over to him. “That was some nice fightin’ tonight, Hood,” he says casually, drawing closer to Hood. “Bet you’re tired. I wouldn’t mind givin’ ya a hand.” He trails his fingers over Hood’s forearm—doubts he feels it much, with his armor and jacket still in the way. “You could take a nice, hot shower, and then… I could give ya a massage. Work out some of that tension you’ve been carryin’.”

Hood is still. Jay’s not sure he’s breathing. “Kid,” he says—and then stops, hands flexing on the table. Jay waits for him to gather himself, or shake his head and tell him to get lost.

It’s not the first time he’s flirted with Hood. It was a joke at first. Hood was attractive, Jay recognized that from the start, but… Well. Jay had discovered a few years ago that flirting was a good way to throw people off of their game. (It also invited trouble, of course. The silent ‘I-told-you-so’ from Bruce after Mask started showing actual interest in him had been deafening. But mostly, it served Jason well, so he kept going it.) He hadn’t meant anything by it at first.

He does now.

Has since Hood shoved him up against a wall, bracketing him in with his body, one gloved hand pressed against his mouth. He’d hardly noticed the people passing them; senses too full of leather and steel and gunpowder. His cock had strained in his cup, a thousand times more uncomfortable than the brick at his back.

His attempts since have been utterly sincere.

Hood has never told him off. A few times, he’s even flirted back… before obviously stopping himself.

Jay persists.

“You don’t want this,” Hood says finally, turning his head to meet Jay’s eyes. The whites of his helmet are blank. They give nothing away. Neither does his voice, not with the modulator in the way. Even his body language is inscrutable.

“You don’t get to tell me that,” Jay tells him, his voice breathier than he means it to be. Anticipation thrums in his veins.

Hood lets go of the desk, standing up to his full height. Jay— Jay will be lucky to hit 5’7. More than likely, he’s going to be stuck at 5’5 for the rest of his life. Hood… Hood is taller than Bruce, beating him out by a single inch. Jay has to tip his head back to keep holding Hood’s gaze.

“You have… no idea who you’re talking to,” Hood says, and the modulator adds to the harshness of his tone.

Rather than turn Jay off, it makes him shiver before defiantly lifting his chin.

“Oh, fuck off. You wanna tell me you’re not interested? Fine, that’s fair. I’ll back off. You wanna tell me to stop? Fine. That’s fair. I stop. But you don’t get to tell me that I don’t want this. That I don’t want you.”

Jay steps closer. He already stripped out of his armor, leaving him in nothing but a form-fitting t-shirt and tight leggings. He ditched his cup, too, which means when he grinds his hips forward, there’s nothing to prevent Hood from feeling his erection as he plasters himself against Hood’s side, stretching onto his tip-toes. His lips brush where Hood’s ear would be, if not for the helmet.

“Let me show you how much I mean what I say,” he whispers.

Hood goes still again—but it’s the same kind of stillness that falls just before a storm. Jay holds his breath.

It’s knocked from him when Hood grabs him, broad hands gripping his waist and lifting him onto the desk—his ass just barely missing the keyboard.

Then, he reaches up; a low, mechanical hiss sending Jay’s heart into his throat. Hood tosses the helmet aside—Jay hears it hit the ground, roll, but he doesn’t bother to look where it lands. Instead, he watches Hood rip his domino off next, tossing that aside too, and then, finally—

Jay sees him.

He drinks him in ravenously. The scar, starring at his mouth and trailing up, up, to his temple, where it disappears into his hairline. His hair is dark, curly, wild and askew the same way Jay’s is after a patrol. There’s a shock of white in the front, where his bangs curl on his forehead, forming a heart shape.

Huh.

Jason’s do that too.

Their noses are similar, too; a little crooked, with a raised bump in the middle. They’ve both got full mouths, settled into a natural pout. A small scattering of freckles over their noses, including a darker one under the left eye.

A scar, mostly faded, over a brow.

Jay’s eyes go wide. “You’re—” Me, he doesn’t finish, the word sticking in his throat.

How many times had he tried to guess which of them Hood could be, if any of them at all? Himself had never crossed his mind, not once.

Hood… He wielded guns with brutal efficiency. None of Bruce’s security measures could contain him. When Nightwing challenged him to a spar, they’d been so close to evenly matched. He had the height, the bulk to match Bruce, and—

He was just…

Hood was dangerous, and lethal, and confident, and skilled, and big, and—

So very unlike Jay at all.

Yet… There he is. He has a few more scars, and his jaw is more defined, but— They have the same full cheeks, the ones that give him perpetual babyface. Especially with his long, dark lashes and full, pink lips.

Jay… is starting to see why people call him pretty.

“I told you,” Hood—Jason says harshly. It’s Jay’s first time hearing it without the modulator. His voice is low, gravelly. It makes his skin pebble.

Hood being Jason doesn’t make him want him less at all. He’s still the same ultra-competent badass that he was before, and—

Jay would like to get his hands on him right now, pretty please.

Jason doesn’t seem to have gotten the memo. Insecurity still runs deep, Jay guesses.

“Go on. It’s past time little birdies went back to their nests.”

Jay fists both hands in the collar of his jacket before Jason can take more than a single step. “Shut up,” he snaps—and then yanks him down into a fierce, hungry kiss.

Jason gasps into his mouth.

For one heart-stopping second, Jay thinks he’s going to be shoved away. Thinks Jason will look at him with disgust, humiliate him for even considering that Jason might want anything to do with him.

Jason doesn’t.

Instead, he steps forward, forcing Jay to tip his head back. There’s the rustle of fabric, and then—a hand, no longer gloved, tangles in his hair, pulling just-so in a way that makes Jay gasp, shiver, hips rocking forward, grinding his dick against the molded abs of Jason’s armor.

His moan is embarrassing, high enough that the bats rustle restlessly above them.

Jason presses the advantage, plunging his tongue in Jay’s mouth. It tastes of peppermint and cigarettes as Jason licks into him slow and deep, delving into every nook and crevice of Jay’s mouth.

Jay shudders; legs locking around Jason’s waist.

When Jason pulls away… Jay whines, trying to chase him. It’s the hand in his hair that stills him; fingers tightening, holding him in place.

“Please,” he begs.

Jason’s nostrils flare. Then… his gaze flickers around them, evaluating their surroundings.

“Not here,” he says finally.

Jay whimpers, embarrassingly high, when Jason lifts him; hands braced under his thighs, the curve of his ass.

And Jay— he may not be very tall, but he’s solid; all muscle and pockets of fat, a body honed through years of training.

Jason holds him like he weighs nothing at all.

Even when they climb the stairs, Jason taking them two-by-two, he doesn’t falter. Barely breathes any heavier, even when Jay gives into the urge to start sucking marks onto his neck.

He knows he’s affected. He can feel his pulse, hear the soft hitches in his breathing, but—

His steps never waver.

>> continue on ao3 <<

#jayjay #jason todd #jaycest #red hood #dcu #tauriawritesfanfic #tauriawritessmut #i gave this a read over but i've also been up for over 24 hours (not bc of the fic) so i. may have missed some things #feel free to point typos out to me xD #lovely anons #asks and answers #also i love this one a lot so im probs gonna be obnoxious about reblogging it <3

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allo-the-goat · 4 months

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#allosart #jayjay #zoophobia #vivziepop #vivienne medrano #vivzieverse #die young #artwork #art #ibispaintx #ibispaintdrawing #furry

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jaydenknight · 1 year

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Happy Anniversary to Hazbin Hotel and more importantly, Happy Birthday to Vivziepop!

#vivziepop #zoophobia #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #myzpart #myhhart #myhbart #alastor #jayjay #stolas #blitzo #zechariah #lucifer

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risangdrawstuff · 1 year

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Lumberjack Jayjay.

or some may say "Timber Wolf" 😁

I just wanted to draw something different for her outfit.

#zoophobia #jayjay #furry #furries #anthro

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jaythinksthings · 8 months

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A soft dresses/skirts day for anyone that likes to wear these! They are very pretty :]

Please don't remove my signature!

#jay makes #jayjay #agere activities #sfw agere #sfw agedre

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fantasyscapeanimation · 5 months

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#vivziepop #jayjay #zoophobia #gif

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yawnzzznnn · 6 months

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Hi can I please request JJ (Trainee a ) when he has a older girlfriend. How do you think would he be like maybe you can make it like headcanon Version. Thank you so much and I love your works so much. 🥰😘🫂

☃JayJay with an older S/O☃

☃Special thanks too: anon, JayJay, Trainee A

☃Note: I tried my best, me personally I'm not really one to be with people younger than me so I'm not sure on how to write this...but I hope you enjoyed also don't forget to request for my 25 days till Christmas prompts

☃Taglist: @leoonoa @mxlly143

☃TW: older reader : jealousy : self doubt : JayJay being babied

11-5-23

☃He won't admit it but he loves to be babied

☃He looks up to you a lot no matter your genders JJ sees you as an idol

☃At first he was a little self conscious about dating someone who's older than him

☃Lowkey he would be scared to bring you around the members since your the same age as some of them

☃He goes to you for a lot of advice, in his opinion since your older you have a lot more knowledge than he does

☃Once he sees you won't leave him for someone your age he gets more comfortable around the members and you and tends to act more child like

☃If one of the members are busy he'll call you and ask you to help him with school work

☃There are times he tends to baby you, but he definitely prefers to be the baby in the relationship

☃He loves stealing your clothes hes especially if your also a fan of Justin Bieber your merch suddenly just goes missing

☃When he needs to buy you a gift he goes to someone who's also your age in order to get the perfect thing

☃you could be a few months older than him or older by a year or two he looks at you like you've been on earth for 8000000 years and figured out the meaning of life

☃loves teaching you Japanese, if he jokingly insults you, you use your age card

☃Has a little locked note in his phone he updates every time he hangs out with you it's all in Japanese so you nor the members can read it, nothing bad just how much he love and appreciates you

☃Deff the little spoon when cuddling

☃He may be younger but when he needs too he'll act mature, like that one clip of him telling the others he'll protect them from the drunk man outside

#x reader #traineea #trainee a #kpop trainee #trainee #jj trainee a #jj trainee a x reader #trainee a head cannons #trainee a one shots #trainee a fanfics #trainee a scenarios #trainee a jay jay #jay jay #jayjay #jj #takagi justin jay x reader #justin jay takagi #takagi justin jay #jayjay x reader

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ladytauria · 6 days

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*gasp* UNTITLED JAYCEST PLEAASSSEEEE

-@bi-bats

i talked about this one here for @generatorcat but pls have another snippet anyway <3

this one is extra long because brevity and i remain a missed connection <3 (also warning for hints of mommy kink~)

“Sit down for me?” she asks, breathing the question in his ear.

He shivers; nipples pebbling. “Yes, m— Yes,” he nods, and settles on the edge of the bed.

She smiles at him. “Good,” she praises, and kneels in front of him.

Jason looks adorably nervous, peering down at her through his lashes, biting his lip again. He picks at a corded leather bracelet on his wrist, parts of it worn and cracked.

She wants to eat him.

Instead, she cups the back of his calf, lifting his leg to balance on one of hers so she can remove his sock. They’re boot socks, climbing up to his mid-calf. She treats it with the same care she’d use for stockings, slowly rolling it down before kissing just below his knee, lowering his leg, and doing the same to the other.

He’s trembling by the time she finishes, biting his lip so hard the skin around his teeth is white.

Jay hums, shuffling a little closer so she cups his jaw in her hand. She frees his lip with her thumb. “You’re going to make yourself bleed, baby,” she scolds.

Jason takes a shaky breath. “M’sorry,” he whispers, a slight whine in his voice, like he’s about to cry.

It does—something to her chest, making it squeeze, heart fluttering like a caged bird. Fuck. She wants to take him apart. Wants to see tears rolling down those cheeks, soft and round with a little fat; wants to see his lip quiver—wants to catch it between her teeth, biting it ‘till it bleeds and licking up the blood.

Jay swallows, carefully reining that desire in. There would be time for that in the future, perhaps. Tonight was about softness. Tenderness. Showing him how to treat himself with sweetness instead of cruelty.

She leans up to kiss his brow, right between his eyes. “Shh, it’s alright. I just don’t want you to hurt yourself, honey.”

He looks—disbelieving in an awed sort of way. Like he can’t believe someone would care.

Or—

No.

Not like. He does believe that. She knows, because so did she. On her worst nights, sometimes she still does.

But she has someone to remind her that she’s cared about, and loved. He doesn’t. Not yet.

She rises onto her feet. When Jason stands as well, now dressed in only his scarlet briefs, she turns the blankets down, until they’re folded at the foot of the bed.

“Lie down for me.”

Jason does, lying down in the center of the bed with his head propped up on one of the pillows.

“Good boy,” she praises, and watches him shiver; lashes fluttering. He lowers his gaze again, fidgeting with his bracelet. She chuckles, and then tugs her sweatshirt off and over her head. It leaves her in just a borrowed t-shirt and sweats—which, after a moment of thought, she drops as well.

Then she joins him on the bed, throwing her leg over his hips and settling her ass on his thighs. The shirt rides up, exposing her underwear. She'd worn a cute pair tonight—black, high-waisted, and trimmed with lace—and now she’s extra glad of it.

Then she reaches up, freeing her curls from their loose bun.

Jason stares up at her with eyes slightly wide, tongue darting out to wet his lips. She gives him a little smile, tossing her hair over her shoulder. She smooths her hands down his chest before letting them rest, loosely, on his stomach.

“Doing okay, sweetheart?” she asks.

His lashes flutter, and he nods.

“Can you use your words for me, baby?” she prods gently. If he can’t, she can work with that, but for at least the start, she wants a clear, verbal answer.

He swallows, eyes darting across her face. It takes him a moment—she can see the thrum of his pulse in his neck. “Y-yes,” he manages, finally. “I… I’m okay, mo—” Jason cuts himself off with a soft, breathy little noise, eyes growing wider.

“It’s okay. Whatever you want to call me, honey, it’s okay. I’m not going to judge.”

Jason looks… doubtful. His eyes flicker over her face, searching for any hint of a lie. He finds nothing, because she isn’t, and finally, he nods slowly, looking away again.

Jay thinks about pressing. But… He’s giving her so much trust, offering up so much vulnerability. She wants that to be a positive experience. She won’t ruin it by pushing him too hard.

Whatever he wants to call her will come out. She just has to be patient.

[ wip ask game ]

#jaycest #jayjay #bi-bats #asks and answers #dcu #tauriawritesfanfic #tauriawritessmut #wip ask game

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