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igotanidea · 1 year

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Caught: Jason Todd x fem!reader

Summary: Jason and fem!reader spending the night at Roy's place and poor Lian walks in on something that a little kid should not see (or even hear....)

Warning: SMUT!! MINORS DNI! (make reasonable choices please!)

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Hanging out at Roy’s place was a mix of different emotions for both Jay and Y/N. Watching their friend fulfilling the role of a father was something they couldn’t wrap their heads around. Who would have thought that this rough, argumentative, former Green Arrow sidekick could be so…. gentle and caring.

At the beginning Jay would tease Roy about it, but soon Lian stole his heart completely. As an effect, it was Y/N who teased Jason about going soft, so he just had to stop his actions, cause it was becoming unbearable.

The fact was nonetheless, that everyone just loved Lian. She was such a nice kid, so how could one possibly not? And those feelings were mutual on little girl’s part, especially with Y/N. Every time the older girl came by, Lian just wanted the full attention, telling Y/N stories, giving her pictures she drew, asking for stories and entertainment. And she got it all and more. It was just so hard to deny that poor soul abandoned by her mother. Surprisingly, it was Roy who tried his best to make his daughter stick with some basic rules. Like sleeping time.

“Ok, I think it’s time to get some rest, little one.”

The four of them were currently sitting by the table, playing some board game, Lian taking honorary place at Y/N’s knees, hugged tightly, secured and loved and enjoying it beyond recognition. Her wide smile was speaking for itself. But the wide yawning and eye rubbing was a sign of something else and Roy learned how to read the signals.

“But, daddy…..” Lian whined and pouted “I want to stay….. it’s so nice here with aunt Y/N and uncle Jay…..”

“I know, love, but you know the drill. 9 p.m. is bedtime.”

“I’m not…..” she yawned again and it was just so heartwarming Roy found his will crumbling “tired” her little fists travelled up as she rubbed her eyes in a child-like manner. “Please…..”

“Hey there, little one.” Y/N smiled down at her and bopped her nose playfully “you gotta listen to your dad. He’s older and ….”

“Sure as hell he’s not smarter” Jason smirked and threw a glance at his best friend.

“Stop undermining my position.” Roy hissed becoming a bit red on the face. “

“Before I was so rudely interrupted…..” Y/N cut their bantering, her attention traveling back to Lian ” I was going to say that he cares for you, pumpkin. It’s all for your good, you know. One day, when you’re older you will understand it.”

“But…..”

“I can tuck you in.” Y/N offered and smiled “how about that?”

‘Can we do that?” Lian eyes grew wide and shimmered a bit, as she turned her head and silently asked Roy for permission with that pleading gaze “please, daddy?”

“I can’t see why not.” Roy shrugged and it made his daughter squeal in happiness. “I don’t think I ever saw her this excited about going to bed, Y/N. I just have to warn you, you’re up for a challenge.”

“I was never one to back down from one. Just look who I ended up in a relationship with” the girl laughed and pointed head towards Jason. “He’s more of a dare than all the little girls I know combined.”

“There are more little girls?” Lian smile dropped as she looked down.

“Of course not, sunshine. You are my priority. Now, let’s get you up….” Y/N wrapped her arms around the girl and stood up carrying her towards the bedroom “say goodnight to the boys.”

“night daddy. Night uncle Jay….” Lian waved her little hand at both of them, earning herself two chuckles and some loving words wishing her sweet dreams before both girls disappeared from the sight.

“She’s good with Lian, you know” the second they were out of earshot Roy turned towards Jay. Now it was time for some men time.

“I know. Y/N just a natural caretaker.”

“Speaking from experience?” Roy reached under the table and grabbed two can of beers, hidden there from Lian. He passed one to Jason who took it with a appreciating nod.

“I’m not exactly the easiest one to deal with.” Jace shrugged “I give her hard time, make her worried, got her walking on the tightrope. And yet, she never left. She’s still with me. The best thing that ever happened to me.”

“You sound so cliché right now.”

“Look who’s talking. The perfect father.”

“Have you ever wondered how we evolved from those violent, angry teenagers? How we ended up here?” Roy trailed taking a sip of his beverage “have you ever wondered if we actually deserve it? Deserve them.”

“constantly.” Jason sighed deeply “maybe that’s the while point. Our girls make us better. Make us want to be better. For them. Cause they see something more to us? I don’t know. But what I do know is that we are fucking lucky, Roy. And I have no intention of pushing that luck.”

“Neither do I.”

“Yeah.”

For a moment they were both just sipping on their drinks without a word. Silence was never awkward between them. Those two men were through so much together that sometimes they could literally read each other’s mind.

“Do you love her?” Harper asked a couple minutes later.

“Yes.”

“Have you told her?”

“I’m not good with words. But she knows.”

“You sure about that?” Roy teased “girls like words. They like being told that you care. Actions are one thing, but sometimes are not enough. Use your tongue.”

“Oh, trust me, I do” Jason smiled wildly, some dirty memories running though his head. Memories of her underneath him, tasting so sweet, tugging on his hair with surprising strenght “she never complained.”

“Please, spare me the details.” Roy rolled his eyes “all I’m saying is if you really don’t want her to leave, you should take care of her not only in bed. Otherwise someone might steal her away. She’s just a full package – beautiful, smart, caring, sexy.”

“Woah! Hold right there, Harper! Cause if you don’t I might have to beat you up, and as much as I’d hate to do it, I would if you start focusing on my girl’s attributes to much.”

“Just proving my point here.” Roy smirked “you are worried about her going away.”

“I am not!” Jason yelled in objection.

But for real, Roy’s word got him spinning. Worry, jealousy and doubts overwhelming his mind. He had to see his girl. Now.

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Y/N was sitting by Lian’s bed, finishing the story watching the little girl slowly drifting off, writing in her sleep to find comfortable position. The older girl smiled lightly, care and love written all over her face as she pulled the cover over that little dreaming figure, tucking her in and kissing her forehead gently.

“Good night, angel. Sleep tight.” She whispered

Jason watched her from the slightly opened door and his heart clenched at the sight. God, he loved her. He loved her so freaking much. And even if that subject never came out between Y/n and Jason and Roy did not ask the question at their little conversation, but more often than not Jason was thinking about having a family with his girl. Having all those things adults were supposed to have. House with garden and picket white fence. Huge kitchen were they could prepare meals together. Rooms that would be filled with laughter and happiness. And maybe, maybe¸ a few pairs of little feet on the floor, running towards him, wanting hugs and kisses and love and attention. Maybe.

“Jason…..” he didn’t even notice when Y/n stood up and walked towards him

“I….”

“Sh…” she whispered putting a finger on his mouth and that simple gesture made him melt, but also turned him on “Lian’s asleep. Let’s get out of here.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He agreed grabbing her hand and pulling her towards their room “you’re mine now….” his eyes darkened, planning all the things he was going to do to her body.

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“Jason…..” she couldn’t do a single thing when he opened the door to the bedroom, immediately pushing her onto the walls, pressing his entire body onto her. Trapping her, getting her so vulnerable with no way out.

“You’re mine….” He hissed, his mouth attacking her hungrily, hands landing on her waist, gripping it so tight she could almost feel the bruises forming already. “You’re only mine….” He bit on her bottom lip, tugging at it, making her wet and moaning.

“I….oh, fuck” his calloused fingers found a way under her shirt, caressing her skin, goosebumps showing on her body. “Are you jealous of my time with a little girl next door?”

“Yes.” He breathed, his lips travelling to her cheek, jaw, neck, nibbling on her skin, going completely crazy, unable to stop once the fire started. “I am jealous of everyone and everything that got your attention. People, things. I envy the flowers in our flat that got to feel your soft touch when you take care of them. I am jealous of your favorite cup, cause you touch your lips to the brim of it. Fuck, you make me crazy.” He panted, hands moving higher, one brushing over her clothed breasts causing her to arch her back, the thin material of the bra and t-shirt doing nothing to hide her pebbled nipples.

“Stop talking and just do something” he whined, reaching the edge of his jacket trying to pull it off his arms.

“It was pointed to me…..” he nibbled on her collarbone, the other hand reaching towards her hair, pulling them off the knot, making them flow down her shoulders and back, tangling fingers in those silky strands, pulling her head closer “that girls like words. So tell me, baby…..” she whined when he pull the strap of her bra down, pressing open mouth kisses on her shoulders “do you need words?”

“No. No, fuck no. I need action. More of it. More….” She clawed his back.

“Whatever you want, princess” both of his hands landed on her ass, palming it for a moment, lips connecting again, this time rougher, harder, faster. Jason was a tease and a bit of sadist. He wanted her pouty in her hands, he needed to see her fall apart, even before taking her to bed. He wanted her mind blurry, the only thought on her mind being him. But he wasn’t made of steel and feeling her body pressed into him so tightly got him hard to. Got him relenting and he could not have that.

Despite her protests he broke the kiss, slowly peeling the shirt off her, reaching behind her back, unclasping the bra and bending head to lick and suck on her breast and nipples.

“Ah! Jay!”

“Yes, princess. Tell me how good you feel. Tell me you want more….”

“I want … I want more….”

“I know, baby. I got you.” he grabbed the backs of her thighs, opening her legs and wrapping them around his waist. “Feel this?” he brushed his clothed cock over her dripping sensitive pussy “feel how hard you make me?”

“Ah! Please! I need you…..”

“I’ll give you a choice baby. I can take your pants off andhelp you get release” he played with the waist of her leggings “or I can get rid of my shirt and make you feel my skin and delay that sweet high. I know you need both, but you gotta choose.”

“You are terrible.” She panted, desperately trying to move her hips to get the slightest friction but his strong arms held her still “Jason, please, you’re torturing me….” She cried

“Then choose, baby” he whispered into her ear “you can end your suffering just with one word. What. Do. You. Want.” Each word of his were followed by little kitten lick on her skin and she burst the first thing that came into her mind.

“Take off your shirt.” He moaned “just take it off, now!”

“I was hoping you would say it.” He smirked. He wanted to tease her more and her pants gone would destroy the fun he was aiming at. Instead he shrugged his shirt off, letting her hands wonder around his abs and chest, so gently, softly, sending shivers down his spine and making his cock throb.

“Please….” She whined arching back towards him, but he just pushed her back into the door, causing the loud thump to echo through the room and the girl squealed in undeniable pain.

“Oh, fuck. Sorry, baby.” He kissed her to make her forget what just happened “let me take you to bed.” Taking a few step backwards he tossed onto the soft mattress “better?”

“Mmmmm.” She whined “Yes.” She was so desperate now, that playing with luck she reached towards her pants trying to get rid of them herself, giving him access to her most intimate place but Jason was faster.

“Nah, honey.” He shook his head in disapproval “I am in control. Will you behave?”

“Yes, yes, I will, please.”

“Hm, I don’t think that’s very convincing.” He tapped his chin “just gotta make sure.”

“What….?”

“This will do the trick.” He reached under the bed grabbing the rope and binding her hands behind her head, tying it to the headboard.

“Where did you…..” she panted but was immediately cut out by his lips on her breast, stomach and getting lower

“Does it matter?” he smirked against her skin “I know you like it, don’t you?”

“I do. I do, please, please, Jason. I can’t take it anymore. I need you. I need you.”

“ God, the things you do to me.” He groaned sliding her pants of in one fluid motion and licking and sucking where she needed him most. Oh, the inferno he started just by touching her. Oh, all that craving and longing and lust and love. But she needed more as she writhed and squirmed, trapped underneath him.

“It’s not enough.” She complained

“Not enough?” he raised his head and looked at her, with a challenging look “last time I didn’t stretch you with my fingers you were in pain for days. You want that again?”

“Yes. And …. And I need to touch you.” she tugged on the rope, her wrist already red and swollen “Let me touch you, Jason.” her seductive whispering and that soft, perfect body splayed before him, ready to be devoured and worshiped broke all his inhibitions.

“Fuck!” he groaned “I want you.” he finally confessed, releasing her, pulling his pants down and pressing all his body into her. “Tell me you want me too.”

“I want you Jason.”

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“Good.” His lips distracted her while at the same time he pushed inside, swallowing all her moans and those sounds coming from her mouth. She was so hot, so sexy, and her nails scratching his back only added to his arousal. “Cause I’m yours and I don’t like to share….” He started pulling in and out causing that familiar heat to build inside her.

“Give it to me, Jason. Give me it all.” She panted, heels digging into his ass, causing him to go deeper, hitting her g-spot with every thrust.

“I love you baby. Let me make you feel good…..”

“Yes!” she cried out, getting so close, so fucking close. “Yes, Jason. Right there! Right there!”

“Uncle Jay? Auntie Y/N?” soft, little voice coming from the door made their eyes grow wide, stopping at once, all that sultry, intimate atmosphere gone within second. “Fuck” being the only though on both of their minds. Y/N terrified gaze landed on Jason, unsure what to do know. Luckily it was so dark, Lian could not really see tangled limbs, naked bodies and sweat all over them. Despite all the awkwardness, Y/N managed to reach for the sheet and with a bit of Jason’s help managed to put it all over her boyfriend’s naked ass, trying to play cool.

“Hi, sweetheart” her voice trembled a bit, barely holding back a whine as Jason pulled off her, leaving her unsatisfied and feeling empty without him inside. His face was so red, he just stayed on his stomach, covered bottom up, unable to roll onto his back and face the little girl. Damn, Roy was going to kill them both, he knew that, so he left the talking to Y/N, considering her better in the field. “Did you have a nightmare, little one?”

“Not really.” Lian hugged her stuffed rabbit closer to her chest “I heard some noises coming from here and I came to see if you were all right, auntie….”

“That is so sweet, Lian. Thank you.” Y/N gasped “but didn’t your father teach you to hide when you hear suspicious sounds? That it might be dangerous to follow them?”

“He did. But never mentioned I should do that when I hear someone I love being in trouble.”

“And…. And who was in trouble in your opinion?” maybe that was wrong question but it just slipped thought he mouth.

“You, auntie.” Lian said innocently “you were screaming like someone was hurting you. But there is no one but you and uncle Jay.” She pursed her lips, her gaze becoming a bit angrier “was he hurting you, auntie? Cause he shouldn’t do that and maybe I should ask daddy to give him the talk?”

“The…. The talk?”

“He does that when he’s angry with me. And when he learns what uncle Jay did he would be angry with him too…. I’ll go get him and ….”

“No! God! Lian!” Jason almost sprung out of bed and if it wasn’t for Y/n he would cause poor girl much more trauma. “I mean…. I don’t think I was hurting aunt Y/N. She would tell me if I was, right?” he looked at her face, his eyes serious, searching for the answer. They had that conversation million times before. If she ever felt any pain during sex, she was obligated to tell him, since Jason could be rough without even realizing it. “Y/N?”

“No. No, you weren’t hurting me….” She whispered, cupping his cheek and brushing it gently, reassuringly, making him calm down.

“Then what was he doing?” Lian frowned taking a step forward making Jay and Y/n put the cover up a bit.

“He…. He…..” Y/N’s mind went completely blank “you know, sometimes, when someone have a hard week and get tired….”

“Dad always gets tired.”

“Yes, you see, in a situation like this, relax is needed. And Jace, I mean, uncle Jason, was just helping me relax a bit.”

“Hm….” Lian did not look convinced “but daddy never make such sounds….”

“Shit.” Y/N hissed quietly

“Girls just tend to get a bit more tense, Lian.” Jason chimed in, saving his girl from further explanation “they have a lot more duties and worries about boys and need to be taken care off. You’ll get it when you get older.”

“Adults always say that!” she cried out “How old do I have to be? All this waiting is just annoying! And what if I don’t want to get something. Do I even get a choice?”

“I love this kid, but why does she have to be so smart?” Y/n hid her face in Jason’s chest, unable to hide the blushing even in the darkness.

“What’s going on here?” Roy heard Lian’s cry and acting like a concerned parent busted though the door “Oh, fuck!”

“Daddy, you said a bad word.” His daughter pointed out.

“Sorry, love. But trust me, no other word would describe what I feel now. I’m just…. I’m just gonna get you out of here. Now!” he lift her from the ground hugging tightly to his chest, hiding her face what whatever she may see. “And as for you two…. We’ll talk in the morning” he warned, but neither Jay nor Y/N missed the slightest amusement in his eyes. That bastard was secretly enjoying them being caught in the middle of sex.

“But daddy, I need to know more. Auntie said uncle was just helping her relax and making her feel good.”

“SAY GOODNIGHT LIAN!” Roy screamed, effectively covering the laugh forming in his throat “cause this may be the last time you see them before I kill them both” he muttered towards his friends, leaving the room in a rush and closing the door tightly, but not before warning them to not even think about going at it again.

“Was I making you feel good?” Jason teased once they were alone.

“You were. But now I’m left high and dry….”

“Good thing I don’t care what Roy has to say about us being intimate.” He grinned and rolled over to finish what he started and she was more than willing to submit, just making a mental note to keep her moans and whines on the low.

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arkhamslvts · 7 days

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dp with Jason and Roy?

would yall jump me if i related this to gcverse because honestly... i want to...

like for starts roys for sure behind you, his hands pressing you further down onto jason's chest, he laughs when you squirm under his grip but his pace never falters. for what its worth, he's much sweeter than jason "i know baby its so much isn't it doll.. such a good girl." jason on the other hand, has no problem being mean despite how stuffed you are, when your movements slow on top of him, a firm slap on your ass motivates you to pick up the pace again, and when that doesn't work.. he has no problem fucking up into you himself "she doesn't deserve all that praise harper.. can't even handle bein' on top" "oh but she's taking it so well" "like she's a whore.. c'mon angel, i thought you were better than this"

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yourmomxx · 1 year

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[spring mornings]

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It was a typical, late morning in spring. The sun had already risen, but not yet reached its highest state. Not that it mattered much in Gotham City. But today, even Mother Earth seemed to be in a generous mood, and here and there, a few rays of sunlight broke through the usual gray sea of clouds.

Somewhere, on the edge of town, just where the population thinned minimally, stood a tall residential complex – next to another one that looked the same, and another one that looked the same, and another one that looked the same.

Just like most of the rest of Gotham – or at least the parts that weren’t sponsored by Wayne Industries – this building was an old soul, spearing home to around three separate people per floor.

The apartments weren’t the biggest, and the floors in-between were cold due to the stone walls of the building, but at least there was an elevator. Also, it was mostly old people or petty criminals that found themselves living here. No real danger to anyone around.

Or so you would think.

But the real danger doesn’t come from within, no, in this case, it came from outside. An intruder.

It was a typical, late morning in spring. On a weekend. With mostly old people in the building. That were still sleeping.

But he didn’t care for that, no. He was leaning backwards on one of the plain white doors that led to a rented apartment, hands dipped in the pockets of his cargo pants and a loose-fitted T-Shirt. For once, his red hair wasn’t caught under a cap, he had gotten a haircut a while ago anyway.

He didn’t care about peace, he only cared about chaos. Because it was a late morning in spring, on a weekend, with mostly old people in the house that were still sleeping, and he was yelling.

“Oh, Jason, I love you so much! Oh, Jason, please, yes, exactly like that,” Roy Harper exaggeratingly moaned. He pitched his voice higher, in the – absurd – belief it would make him sound more girly-ish, his head was bumping the door behind him in few-second intervals.

Anyone listening would have thought that Roy was having a very ... spicy time down there. But no, he was alone, simply mocking a situation to draw the attention to him that he wanted.

It had been minutes since he had first entered the building, walked up the stairs, and knocked on the door to his best friend’s apartment, only to find that no one answered him. And because he just couldn’t leave it at that, he had decided to put on his little show, and his sounds were starting to become obnoxious to the entire rest of the people living in the building.

“You’re doing that so well Jason,” he kept on going. “Jason, I love you so much!”

Roy Harper had the body of a model athlete, but the mind (and in some’s opinion also the brains) of a five year-old. He was in the constant craving and need of attention and was determined that if nobody was available to give it to him – he would simply take it. Just like right now.

He knew that his best friend was home, and also that he was awake, judging by his inner watch but yet, he hadn’t opened the door for him.

And Roy could all too well figure out why. Which was the reason for all of this circus. Because he came here to see Jason, and if he wanted to see Jason, then he wouldn’t give up so easily, defeated by nothing more than a door.

The two of you were living together anyways, you could thoroughly study each other’s body parts another day.

The archer was just opening his mouth again, taking a deep breath for an extra loud exclamation (he didn’t even get to the kinky parts that he figured the two of you were totally into), when suddenly, and without any warning, the door he leaned on was opened from the inside.

With no time to adjust to his lack of leaning space, Roy fell backwards, flailing his arms for balance, and landed hard on the cold stone floor of Jason Todd’s apartment.

Still grinning, as he was looking up to see his best friend, who was standing leaned against the now open door.

“Hiya, Jay!”

“Roy.” Jason Todd’s voice was flat. His muscular arms were crossed in front of his chest and he was staring down at his best friend with a disapproving look.

He, on the other hand, was twisting his neck to take a farther look into the apartment – with a beaming smile, he recognized you standing in the empty doorframe between the kitchen and the living room.

“Hey, Y/N!” He greeted you. You gave a small wave back.

Roy frowned. Was he hallucinating or was your hair … tousled? And were you adjusting your pajama shirt? Oh, you so totally were!

The archer grinned cheekily. In one swift move - a total opposite to the rather clumsy entrance he had landed - he was back on his feet again and made his way to the left, directly into the small kitchen.

Vaguely, he heard Jason close the apartment door behind him. Determined, Roy headed for the hung shelves. He opened them one by one and closed them again, until he eventually found what he was looking for – a half-eaten bag of mini chocolate-chip cookies.

With a triumphant laugh, he pulled them out of the shelf, closed it behind him, and dug his hand in the bag.

Roy stuffed one cookie after the other in his mouth, without chewing even one of them properly, all while his feet absentmindedly carried him further into the apartment, through the threshold into the living room.

Both you and Jason leaned opposite him against the open doorframe, backs turned to the kitchen, and looked at your friend with raised eyebrows and crossed arms.

It was quiet for a while, only interrupted by the continuous munching noises of Roy devouring his cookies.

You tilted your head.

Normally, there were two possible reasons why Roy Harper would spontaneously seek out your and Jason’s apartment.

A) he was gravely injured and needed medical attendance as soon as possible. This usually happened at nights, or sometimes when he had decided he felt like starting a brawl.

Or case B) where he was just bored and in total need of attention.

You gave the archer in front of you a quick once-over with your eyes. Considering the lack of blood on his clothing and skin, and the fact that he could still walk upright, today the case seemed to be the latter. Also, the more common one, to be honest.

Jason seemed to have come to the same conclusion as you, because he was now shooting a disapproving look at his best friend.

“Roy, what do you want here?”

The addressed looked up from his cookie bag with stuffed cheeks. “Is this a bad time?” He muffled. “Oh, why am I asking, of course it is, you two were totally going at it.”

“I think what we are doing in our apartment is totally our business, Harper,” Jason almost spat at him. But Roy simply waved him off.

“Relax, it’s not like there was a problem, guys. I would love for Lian to have someone she can play with,” mumbled Roy, stuffing his face with even more cookies.

“We weren’t-” Jason groaned, frustrated. “Roy, what do you want? “

He shrugged. “Can’t I just come by to visit my good old friend once in a while? Huh, jaybird? My pal, my buddy, my boy?”

“Okay, that’s it.” Jason pushed himself off the wall and unceremoniously grabbed Roy’s shoulders.

“What are you doing?” The redhead asked, but Jason didn’t give him an answer. With all his strength, and the help of his apartment’s slippery floors, he pushed his best friend towards the door out of the apartment, which you courtly held open for both of them.

Roy turned around on the doorswell and threw Jason his best puppy dog eyes. “Come on, Jay, you can’t do that to me!”

“Call next time, Roy!” Jason simply said, and with a thump, he threw the door closed in his best friend’s face. At least he had left him the bag of cookies.

For a short while, Jason was just standing there, head close to the wall to check if Roy really was leaving. Only, when he heard footsteps disappear in the distance and the faint slam of the main door, he stepped back with a sigh.

You stood cross-armed, leaning on the kitchen counter. “Do you think we were a bit harsh on him?” you asked, and Jason turned to you.

“Nah,” he waved off. “He’ll be fine. He’s used to rejection.”

Your mouth fell open at his comment. “Jason!”

You slapped his shoulder playfully; he had taken a few steps towards you.

“What?” Your boyfriend laughed.

His voice dropped lower as he leant down to you, his warm breath was brushing over your ear. “Was just saying how it is.”

Then he captured your lips in a warm kiss, lifting his hands to grip your waist and pull you even closer to his body than you already were – trapped between him and the kitchen counter.

A soft moan managed its way past your lips at the movement, and you gripped your hands subconsciously into the fabric of his t-shirt.

“Now”, Jason grinned, when he broke away from you. “Before the red tornado barged in and interrupted us so rudely – where were we?”

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imaginingmarvelandeverything · 1 year

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Old Enemies and Old Friends

Pairing: Jason Todd (version unspecified) x F!Reader

Warnings: kidnapping, injury, mentions of death, violent death

Word count: 3384

A/N: Here’s part 12 of castle of glass! This took a lot longer than I thought it would, but my ADHD has been playing hell all week. Hopefully the next one won’t take as long, and I hope you like it!!

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Thirty-two hours.

Jason glanced at the clock on his helmet dash before forcing him to look away again. Y/N had been with the Joker for thirty-two hours. He was trying really hard not to think about the fact that he had been with the clown for less than two before he got bored of beating him and set the bomb timer going.

He forced himself to breath and think logically. If she was dead, the Joker would have told them by now. He liked to rub that kind of thing in their faces. But if she wasn’t dead…

Stop it.

He took another deep breath and ticked the current warehouse off his list. He didn’t have many buildings left to check. Dick had temporarily run off to deal with a gang shootout, after insisting Jason keep searching without him for a while. Dick had told him he was planning on calling several of the titans in, but he’d been called away before Jason could ask who. Jason had mixed feelings about them getting involved because he hadn’t exactly had the best experiences with any of them, before and after his death. But he knew they were as protective over Y/N as Dick was, so he wasn’t going to say no if they wanted to help out.

A flash of movement caught his eye as he stepped out of the abandoned warehouse.

He flexed his fingers over the guns strapped to his thighs as he stepped forward. But he wrenched his hands away as he laid eyes on the small kid crammed into the gap between the wall and a dumpster, clearly trying to be as small as possible.

“Hey, kid. What’cha doing here?” He relaxed his posture and crouched down, trying to seem as non-threatening as possible given he was now taller than Bruce and almost as broad; sometimes he really missed being Robin.

“You’re Red Hood.” The kid was shaking slightly, but he kept his eyes on Jason as he nodded. “You help people.”

“I try to.” Jason said as softly as he could through the voice modulator. He watched as the kid chewed his lip but made no room to say anything else, so he spoke up instead. “Do you need my help?”

The kid nodded. “Some men hurt my friends. We sleep in the old theatre because it’s dry and the costumes are all still there for warmth. But the men found us and hurt some of my friends.”

The edge of Jason’s vision tinged green. He thought he had made himself clear a few months back when the police tried to bar the homeless kids in the Bowery from sleeping there. That was Red Hood’s turf and those particular kids were under his protection. The kid in front of him couldn’t have been older than twelve, and he deserved somewhere relatively safe and warm to sleep.

Jason really wanted to punch someone. “Did you get the officers names?”

“They weren’t police officers.” The kid said.

Jason felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach.

Could it…

No…

In the middle of his territory…

Surely not even the fucking clown was that suicidal…

He took a deep breath, ignoring the pit once again as it tried to take over. “Okay, kid, I’ll deal with it. There’s a shelter on Cross Street, you take your friends there and tell the woman behind the desk that Red Hood sent you.” He pulled a small red token out of his pocket and handed it over to the kid. “Just give her that and she’ll set you up.”

The kid nodded and scurried off.

Jason pulled out his phone and shot Dick a quick text before setting off in the direction of the theatre.

***

It was easier than he thought it would be for Jason to slip in through a hole in the theatres roof. That should have been his first indication that something was wrong. But green had started clawing its way to the front of his mind at the mere thought of getting his hands on the clown, making him more reckless than he would normally be.

He crept through the decaying attic and jumped down onto the first floor, his boots hitting the carpet with a dull thud. He had been to the theatre once before it shut with his mom. He didn’t know how Catherine had managed to scrape together the money, even if it was just a low budget version of A Midsomer’s Night Dream. It was still one of his best memories, just him and his mom before she got really bad. Before she finally gave up and chose the drugs over Jason.

He shook his head, choosing to focus on the green instead, and kept moving forward.

He could hear voices coming from the stage area and silently walked towards the stairs he remembered that should lead him to the backstage area. He stepped onto the carpet at the bottom of the stairs and knew something was wrong, the floor just felt off. But as he moved his other foot down nothing seemed to happen, so he put it down to rotten wood and he started moving forward.

He made it half way down the corridor before his head started feeling funny. Three more steps before he stumbled. One more before he fell to his knees and started realising something was really wrong.

Some form of gas was his first thought. But his helmet had a filtration system. Not if someone planned for that, his brain reminded him. He crawled forward another metre, trying to think of a plan.

Then the laughing started.

Manic, echoing laughter poured down the corridor and suddenly Jason was fifteen again and the carpet under him was actually concrete and the walls were further away.

“Poor excuse for the cavalry, aren’t you, birdie?” The voice that haunted his nightmares cackled. “I bet this was not what the other little birdie was hoping for when she sent that distress signal.”

Distress signal?

“Oh, well, she’ll find out soon enough.”

Before Jason could think about anything in more detail, the crowbar connected with his helmet.

***

Jason couldn’t supress the groan as he woke up. His entire body felt stiff and his head was throbbing in the dull way it did whenever someone hit him over the head while he was still wearing his helmet. But the fuzziness told him he had also been drugged with something, and that never boded well for what was to come.

“Finally back with us, birdie?”

Jason didn’t have time to answer before two sets of hands yanked him upright. It took him a solid minute to resist the urge to puke because he realised he was still wearing his helmet, even if it had shattered on one side.

Muffled, angry protests drew his attention and he finally managed to crack his eyes open to take in his surroundings. They were on the raised platform that used to be the stage, although now it was just rotting boards, and there were two guys on either side of him, still holding his arms. But that was not his priority when his eyes caught a flash of purple.

Y/N was on her knees about six feet in front of him with the Joker standing behind her. She was gagged and there was a piece of rope wound around her neck that he had a horrible feeling connected to where her hands were bound behind her back. The bruising starting to come out around her neck confirmed his theory. There was blood on the left side of her head and a bruise on her cheekbone that looked at least a day old so he knew those were from when she had been grabbed.

But it was the fresh blood running down her left leg from the middle of her thigh that worried him the most. Her jeans were missing and something had been carved into her thigh. From this distance he couldn’t make it out under the hem of the oversized shirt of his she had stolen yesterday morning, but he had a feeling he knew what it was and it made his vision tint green.

“Get away from her.” He rasped out, struggling to make his voice work as he looked up at the clown.

The Joker’s face split into his awful grimace of a smile and he stroked a hand through Y/N’s hair roughly, clearly not caring if it got caught. She flinched away and the hand clamped down, keeping her where she was. But she kept her eyes on Jason, looking concerned, like she wasn’t the one with the psycho murderer standing behind her.

The Joker laughed, tipping Y/N’s head back and Jason could tell by the choking sound she made that she had tried to move her hands without thinking about the rope around her throat. “Not much of a rescue team, is he, little bird?”

Distress signal.

The Joker’s words in the hall came back to him and he tried not to show the surprise on his face. He said Y/N sent out a distress signal. But it hadn’t been to him. Of course not, she had to have codes with Dick, ways of sending messages without anyone being able to tell what they said. Which meant Jason had walked into a trap that wasn’t meant for him, and Dick still had a chance. Knowing golden boy, he’d be a lot more careful than Jason had been, which meant he just had to keep the clown’s attention until then.

He took a deep breath, well aware of the implications of what he was about to say, but he just needed the Joker to let Y/N go.

“You know, I never did answer for which hurt more.”

Y/N’s eyes went wide and she started screaming something illegible through the gag, but the Joker’s smile grew and he let her go. She fell onto her side, her eyes focused on him, still shaking her head as the Joker stepped forward with the crowbar.

Jason closed his eyes and begged whoever might be watching over him that Nightwing wouldn’t be as late as Batman was.

***

As always, Dick didn’t disappoint.

The Joker only managed four hits before something exploded and they heard people shouting. The men holding him dropped his arms and drew their guns. Jason let himself slump and slipped the hidden knife out of his boot while none of them were looking.

“I wonder which birdie that is.” The Joker laughed and walked towards the edge of the stage.

Jason took his chance and stabbed the guy on his left in the calf as he swept the legs out from under the guy on the right. He dived over the guy on the floor, ignoring the horrible twinge in his most likely broken ribs, and used his body as a shield against the others gunshots before grabbing the now dead guys gun for himself. From there it took almost no effort to drop the other guy.

But when he turned in the direction of the clown, he found empty space.

“Fuck.” He croaked out, his voice sounding worse than before.

He turned back to Y/N as the shouts got closer; the clown could wait.

They were too exposed on the stage so he sliced through the rope connecting the one around her throat to her hands and ignored her muffled protests as he threw her over his shoulder. He kept the gun up as he moved towards the backstage area. Y/N went limp on his shoulder, clearly accepting this was how he was moving them somewhere safer.

He kicked open the first door he came across and strode into what looked like on old dressing room once he had made sure it was clear. He set Y/N down on the floor as gently as he could, trying not to jostle her leg too much, and then pulled off the shattered remains of his helmet before cutting her wrists free. He barely had time to pull the gag out of her mouth before she threw her arms around him.

“We’re okay.” He said, giving himself one minute to just hold her.

But she pulled back before he could, her hands immediately moving to his face. “You’re bleeding.”

“Not as much as you.” He said, catching her wrists below the skin the ropes had rubbed raw and bruised. But her leg was what was worrying him.

“I’m fine.” She said, moving to cover it with the oversized shirt before he could take a proper look at it.

“Sweetheart, nothing ‘fine’ bleeds that much.” He pulled a pressure bandage out of his utility belt, well aware he didn’t have enough for her leg, wrists and neck. “I need to wrap it so we can get out of here.”

She nodded and moved her hands away. “Okay.”

He shifted forward to get a better look and his entire vision went green in the way it hadn’t in a long time. He was aware his eyes had changed and his breathing was uneven, but it was hard to get it under control when the psycho had decided to carve a goddamn J deep enough in her leg that there was no way it wouldn’t scar.

“Jay.” Y/N said softly. “Jason, breathe.”

He forced a lungful of air into his chest and exhaled slowly, forcing the green back, but leaving it thrumming under the surface for when he got his hands on the clown.

“I’m okay.” He said once the green had retreated enough that he could see his surroundings again. Her hands were on his face again, her thumbs gently stroking over his cheekbones and he let it ground him before he turned back to the task at hand and started wrapping her leg up. “You got a message to Dick.”

“We have a code. That’s why he thought it was meant for you.” She said. “You didn’t come with him?”

“We were looking together, then he got called away for a gang shootout. A street kid told me about some bad men here, thought I’d check it out. I walked into the trap he set for Dick.” He told her as he finished tying off the bandage.

Y/N opened her mouth to say something, but she cut off as they heard footsteps in the corridor. Jason met her eyes before wordless standing, placing himself firmly in between her and the door, and raising the gun in his hand.

The door was kicked open, slamming against the wall with a bang, and Jason found himself staring down the shaft of a military grade arrow.

“Speedy?” Y/N asked and Jason glanced down to see her peering around his legs.

“Well, you both look like shit.” Roy Harper said, dropping his bow and striding into the room before pulling Jason into a hug like everything that had happened since he ran away hadn’t happened.

Jason let himself relax into it and wrapped his free arm around Roy. “You got any bandages, Harper?”

“Who do you think I am? Course I’ve got bandages.” Roy pulled back and dropped down in front of Y/N. “How you doing, WarGames?”

“You know I’ve never actually hacked the military, right?” Y/N said, offering her wrists to Roy as the archer pulled several rolls of bandages out of his belt. “Dick got my message.”

“Of course he did. Him and Donna are handling the goon squad.” Roy moved to bandage her neck as Jason shrugged out of his leather jacket.

“The clown?” Jason asked, helping Y/N into the jacket as Roy stood back up.

“Dick went after him.” Roy said, his eyes dropping to the gun in Jason’s thigh holster.

Jason chose to ignore the look and turned back to Y/N. “Can you walk?”

“I think so.” She took his offered hand and let him pull her up. Her leg shook slightly, but she stayed standing.

Jason turned to Roy, keeping his hand in Y/N’s, and nodded. Roy drew his bow again and started walking back the way they had came. Jason drew his gun and followed, keeping one step ahead of Y/N in case anything decided to jump out at them.

“Nightwing! Stop! Nightwing!” Donna’s shouts were cut up with the sounds of gunfire and fighting. “Nightwing! Stop! Dick!”

Jason started running before he even realised what he was doing, but nothing could have prepared him for the scene that greeted him.

Donna was subduing the last of the Joker’s men in what used to be the dress circle, still calling for Dick to stop in between punches. Dick was on the floor at the edge of the stage, repeatedly punching the person on the floor underneath him. The sight of the purple suit was enough to stop Jason in his tracks. For some reason his brain was struggling to comprehend the sight of his brother with blood soaked gloves and his murderer lying on the floor with a broken face.

“Dick!” Y/N moved before Jason or Roy could stop her and caught Dick’s arm before he could throw another punch. “Dickie?” She said softly.

Dick looked up at her before turning to look at the bloody mess underneath him. Jason spotted the exact moment Dick realised what he’d done; his entire face crumpled and his breathing picked up. But Jason still couldn’t make his legs work, he just stared as Y/N pulled Dick away and wrapped her arms around him as he collapsed to the floor.

Roy shot him a look as he walked towards the Joker, but he didn’t seem to expect Jason to move. Dick’s face had gone blank and he didn’t give any indication he was hearing any of the soft reassurances Y/N was whispering in his ear as she ran her fingers through his hair. Roy took a shuddering breath as he stood back up and met Y/N’s eyes. The shake of Roy’s head broke the last of Jason’s composure and he dropped to his knees, unable to take his eyes off the bloody mess of the Joker’s face.

It was over.

The clown was never going to hurt anyone again.

But it shouldn’t have been Dick.

Jason didn’t even care that someone had got to the clown before him, the only thing he cared about was the fact that it was Dick. Bruce’s golden boy, the one of them who always believed in Bruce’s one rule more than anyone else.

“Jay. Jason. Jason!”

He snapped his head round to find Roy had gone to help Donna secure the Joker’s guys and Y/N was looking at him.

“Jay, he’s bleeding.” Y/N said, looking more panicked than before. It took him far too long to realise she wasn’t talking about the Joker, that the fresh blood on her hand was coming from Dick’s side.

“Shit.” He forced himself to move and dropped down next to her.

Dick was still staring blankly at the wall, Y/N being the only thing keeping him upright. He didn’t move as Jason started prodding at his side.

“What’s wrong?” Donna asked as her and Roy walked over, both of them pointedly ignoring the body on the floor.

“He’s been stabbed through one of his suit joins.” Jason said, taking the roll of gauze Roy offered and pressing it against Dick’s side.

“You two get him out of here. There’s a car outside and both of you clearly need medical attention as well.” Donna said.

“The bats-”

Donna cut Jason off. “We’ll handle it.”

Jason studied her for a moment and then nodded; he could tell she was thinking the same thing he was. None of them knew how Bruce was going to react. Roy passed him the car keys and he managed to get Dick standing as Y/N kept pressure on his side. He let himself take one last look at the bloody mess that used to be the Joker before leading them to the exit.

Part 13

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to-the-stars8 · 7 months

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Reviving Love

Jason Todd x Reader Chapters AO3

Chapter 6

Jason almost didn’t show up, spending the next two days after your initial meeting thinking about how this meeting wasn’t a good idea until he had spoken to his best friend about it. Roy had initially shown up at Jason’s apartment under the guise of wanting to visit him and get away from his city for a little while. In reality, he wanted to hear about the girl he had suddenly become hung up on.

Sitting on the couch while Jason tinkered away with whatever it was, Roy wasn’t paying attention to exactly what his friend was doing as he secretly scrolled through your Instagram page. In passing he had heard your name, but that was nothing more than a mere word amongst thousands. Recently, and slowly, Roy picked up more information from his friend, asking about Jason’s relationship with you from before. He had to be careful so as not to irritate Jay, who would clam up at the mere mention of anything in his Robin days.

“Let me ask you this, Jay,” Roy said, turning off his phone and throwing it on the other end of the couch. “What are you hoping to get out of this date?”

Jason was silent, but Roy could see his jaw clench ever so slightly. “Don’t call it that. I don’t know if it’s a date. All she said was she wanted to get to know me better.”

The redhead relented, still treading the waters carefully. “Alright, then, what are you expecting to get from this?”

“What do you mean?” Jason’s tone was flat, unamused. Roy knew that was a sign he was onto something.

“Do you want this to be a date, or are you looking to reconnect with an old friend?”

Whatever the hell Jason was doing was abandoned with a loud ‘thunk’ as it hit the table. He didn’t turn back to face Roy right away, thinking for a moment before slowly turning around. “I…I don’t know.”

Roy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay. Figure out what you want, but just keep in mind that it’s been…what, six years now? That’s plenty of time for a change in someone.”

“I know,” Jason said quietly.

Roy got up and clapped him on the shoulder, reassuring him that it would be okay. He just needed to have fun. It was just a meet-up with someone he knew, and who didn’t know that she knew him, too. Jason tried to find some solace in his friend’s words, attempting to work out his feelings while trying to not text you some excuse to cancel.

Fortunately for you, Jason couldn’t find an excuse to cancel, and now he was awkwardly sitting at a cafe table constantly checking his phone while the butterflies in his stomach threatened to make him sick. It was an odd feeling, Jason had never, not once, been so nervous. Not in the past six years, in any case.

With every ding of the cafe bell, Jason looked up, waiting for you to walk in. Now and then he would check his watch to see the time. It was nearly ten minutes past your initial meeting time, and he had started to suspect that maybe you just didn’t want to see him. Somehow, that was worse than the butterflies. Just as he was about to text you, you came rushing in.

With a huff, you sat down in the chair across from him. “Shit, I am so sorry I’m late. I thought I had time, but then something happened on Broadway, so I had to take…I’m sorry, I’m rambling.”

Jason smiled a bit and suddenly felt lighter. Almost comfortable. “No. No, you’re fine. I’m just glad I didn’t get stood up.”

Realizing what he said and started to backtrack, but you only giggled. “Sorry. I should have texted.”

“You’re okay,” Jason said. “Can I get you a coffee?”

“No, no, let me get it. To make up for being late. What would you like?”

Jason didn’t know what to say, so he simply told you to surprise him. You smiled with a shrug before walking off to order. Jason sat staring at your bag on the chair and he remembered the pins you used to stick to yours. This tote bag didn’t have any of those personal, adolescent decorations, it was just as you bought it. He didn’t ponder on it much longer when you returned.

Setting down a white paper coffee cup you plopped down opposite of him. “I pegged you for a normal vanilla latte guy.”

Taking a small sip to not burn his tongue, he took in the taste. It wasn’t too bad. “Thank you.”

“There’s nothing I like to do more than buy coffee for handsome men,” You smiled jokingly at him, leaning forward as you rested your chin in your hand.

Jason could feel his cheeks get pink and he had to look away from you as he tried to play it off that he was more amused than flustered. You giggled, leaning back in your seat as you watched him carefully.

Finally, Jason turned back to you, “You use that line a lot?”

“Only with handsome men.” You winked at him. “So, those cigarettes…”

Jason found himself smiling. “So, my cigs...” When he wouldn’t give you what you wanted, you finally asked about them. It might have been Bruce’s training or maybe you were just that fucking obvious, but Jason knew you didn’t give two fucks about what he was smoking. Your voice sounded a bit bored when the question left your lips like you slowly trying to pull something else from him. Just for you, he relented a bit. “They’re just something that got stuck on my tongue. They’re almost…minty.”

“You’d have to give me a taste sometime,” You said, and it sounded more like a personal thought than anything else, and you only confirmed it when you buried your head in your hands, embarrassed. “I’m so sorry. I forgot that we just met. I swear I’m joking.”

“Joking,” Jason said, leaning back in his seat. “That’s a shame.”

You seemed caught off guard by the implication and Jason found himself surprised by his brazenness. He wouldn’t be able to kiss you right away, or much more for that matter due to his insecurities.

You laughed out loud suddenly. When you calmed, you bashfully looked down a bit before meeting his eyes. “Now you gotta tell me, why haven’t we met sooner?”

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randomperson3736 · 1 year

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It's too late

Paring: Jason todd x fem! Reader, Roy Harper x Bestfriend! Reader

Genre: angst

Warning(s): character death, guns, blood, shooting, mentions of pregnancy, mention of pregnant women dying, sad

Word bank: Y/N- your name, S/N- your son's name

Note: So, I just finished reading 'Ace' on wattpad and omg I am in tears 😭 but anyway when I was reading the part where Sofia dies in Ace's arms I just thought of Jason freaking Todd (it was probably cus of the guns and shit. Hehehe) so now I'm gonna make another sad imagine/ similar scenario to that part with Jason. This may also have a part 2 if requested.

Jason's pov:

I was nervous but I was hoping Y/N couldn't tell; this evening had gone perfect so far and I wanted to keep it that way. I glanced at the table to my right to see Roy giving me a tumbs up for encouragement. I had the ring hidden in my jacket pocket, waiting for the perfect moment. We had just finished dinner, so we just joked around as we talked. It was so easy for me to talk with her even when I'm nervous to the point that I'm shaking.

"Here. Stand up for me" I ushered her suddenly before we stood next to our seats. "Why are we standing?" Y/n questioned nervously; she doesn't like people staring at her. "You've made me a better man and you'll make me a better father. I want you to be by my side forever because you've fixed a broken heart no one thought could be fixed" I said proudly. I wasn't ashamed of people hearing how much I love her. "I love you Y/N, I want to grow old with you, I want to raise our little boy together, I want you to be the person by my side as I take my last breath. I want to be able to look at you everyday and tell you how much I love you" I ramble with a slight smile.

"Beacuse of you, I was able to reconnect with my family and able to forgot about my past. You took my trauma and turned into something beautiful, something like love" I think she finally understood what was about to happen. "It's a simple fact that I love and want to spend the rest of my days with you" I mumbled as I got on one knee. Her face became shocked, as tears started to fill her eyes. "Will you-" I glanced down at the ring before a loud ringing flooded my ears; it was sound of a gunshot. In the background I could hear people screaming and heavy footsteps as if they were running out of the restaurant. I looked back up at Y/N who was as white as a ghost; all the colour had left her skin. My heart stopped when I watched Y/N place her hand on her chest where blood was speeding out. "J-Jason?" She almost whispered, staring at me with widened eyes.

Roy had shot the person behind us, 3 times. "It wasn't meant for her, it was meant for that bastard who killed my brother!" The guy screamed before collapsing. It felt like time had stopped, just for a moment. It was almost like it was going in slow motion, the ringing in my ears had stopped. I stood up just in time to catch Y/N as her body became limp . She collapsed in my arms as I slowly placed us on the cold hard floor. "No" I said, with my face, just was white as hers. "No, no" I mumbled as I cradled her in my arms, I trying helplessly to stop the bleeding. "You're okay. You'll be okay" I mumbled as tears began to well up in my eyes. She just stared at me before putting her hand on my cheek rubbing her tumb over it. "It's okay" she uttered quietly. She was the one reassuring me now. "No, no, no" I finally let the tears spill. "I love you" She blurted out before blood began to dribble from her mouth.

"Please, hold one. I need you" I began to sob. This wasn't fair. "Please don't leave me" she smiled weakly as a tear rolled down her face. "I would if I could" I sobbed uncontrollably as she lay in my arms dying. "Save our little boy" she whispered softly, stroking away a tear from my cheek with her hand that still rested on it. "You need- you need someone to- love you" She was struggling to breath as she began to lose to much blood. "NO, NO PLEASE!" I begged her, but I knew it was no use. "It's too late. Stop t-trying. Please" she whimpered quietly, almost whispering. "I love you Jason. Protect our baby" She uttered as the life left her eyes and her hand fell from my cheek. I sobbed as I held her body closer, her once warm body was now cold at the touch. "I can't do this without you" I sobbed frantically as Roy began to cry behind me. I screamed in pain as I placed my forehead against hers, rocking back and forth with her in my arms. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" I gasped, struggling for air due to my sobs.

Suddenly, the paramedics ran in. "Sir, you need to give her to us so we can save the baby; we need to do immediate c-section" they ushered, I was too distraught to make any decisions. "SHE'S GONE!" I shouted, as I refused to let her go. "You have to let her go. It's want she wanted" Roy grabbed my shoulder, pulling me away from her as the paramedics got to work. " it was supposed to be me" I repeated as I sobbed, stumbling to my feet. Tear's streamed down Roy's face as he pulled me into a hug. I couldn't believe she was gone. I cried out in pain as Roy held me tighter in his arms. But, moments later, I heard a baby's cry. "It's a miracle, he's alive" I heard the paramedic say as he handed me our baby. I held him close to my chest. "I won't let anyone hurt you" I promised as he cried in my arms. "I'm here, little one" I hushed the baby while tears still streamed down my face.

I was covered in blood which I'm assuming wasn't good for the baby. "Hold him" I mumbled, handing him to Roy. Suddenly my tears stopped as my whole body filled with range. A level of anger I've never reached before. I walked over to the body of the dead man who pulled the trigger, searching for any symbols or gang signs that I might recognise; thats when I found it. Joker's gang symbol, tattooed on the guys neck. Soon I was screaming out of pain and fury.

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(Timeskip- still Jason's pov)

I stood in the bathroom as I looked at myself in the mirror. I had blood all over me; on my face, on my clothes, in my hair; who even knows how it got in there. I glanced down at my hands that's haven't stopped shaking since I held Y/N's cold, lifeless body in my arms. They covered in blood. Her blood. I turned on the water and began to wash my hands. My eyes welled up with tears again as I watched the blood slowly come off my skin. It was supposed to be me; the thought kept repeating in my head, making it hard to concentrate on anything. I was tried of crying, I wanted to break something or hit someone but I had no energy so all I could do was cry. I gripped the sink in anger as I remember her face. "I love you always and forever" her voice rang through my head, making me instantly punch the mirror to distract myself from my thoughts. I watched as it shattered into a million pieces as I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself. My hand began to bleed; atleast it was my own blood this time.

I went to the kitchen to get the first aid kit before I did anything else. I couldn't care about glass in my hand but I knew I had to take care of it if I wanted to hold my son. I wrapped it up after taking the glass out. I strolled into the sitting room where Roy was sitting holding S/N. Without even being told, Roy handed him over to me. "You do realise we have to have a funeral for her?" Roy blurred out. "I'm not going. You can hold one for her but I want be going" I said with a monotone voice. "But you have too" Roy demanded. "I'm not going, end of discussion" I growled at him, forgetting I was holding my child. "Look what you did!" I shouted at Roy before hushing S/N back to sleep. Roy stormed out while making sure to be quite. "I promise I won't be anything like my father (Bruce); I will be better for you" I whispered before kissing him on the forehead. "I will not let my ego or nightly job get in the away like it did with him. I will care for you as best as I can" I reassured S/N who was now sound asleep in my arms.

#jason todd #x pregnant reader #x fem!reader #roy harper #batfam #fypforyou #jason todd x reader #roy harper x reader #sad

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Thick as Thieves

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Roy Harper x Fem!Reader

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Y/N: Your Name

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Growing up everyone always said Roy and I were thick as thieves, that only proved to be true when we were stuck in the Glades with just each other. We had to steal to survive. Roy and I were the only family we had left and nothing would break us up. Our bond only got stronger when we started dating. So when Roy became friends/partners with Oliver Queen and he invited us to a Halloween party, we just had to get costumes to go. Thea actually helped me pick them out and I was so excited to show him.

“Roy! I got the costumes for the party tomorrow!” I called into our apartment.

“Please tell me you didn’t pick like a Princess and a Prince or some shit like that…” He groaned and I scoffed.

“You insult me.” I said, placing the bags down.

“So what’d you get?” He asked, plopping down on the couch.

“Ta-da!” I said and pulled out two pirate costumes.

“Pirates?” He asked and I smiled.

“Mmhmm, don’t you like them? I made sure you get you a captain one.” I said with a wink.

“You know me so well, babe.” He said.

“I’d be ashamed if I didn’t.” I laughed and he shook his head.

“Did Thea approve?” He asked and I shrugged.

“She tried to get me to get you to be Peter Pan and me to be Tinker Bell.” I said and he laughed.

“Oh God… I can only imagine the fight you two had.” He said and I smiled.

“Well she didn’t win, so…” I trailed off and sat down next to him.

“And I don’t think she ever will.” He said and kissed the side of my head.

It was the night of the party and the two of us showed up a little late. Roy had a little issue with his belt and we had to fix it before we could show up to the party. The party was already going hard when we arrived and somehow, Thea saw us walking in.

“Y/N! Roy! I was beginning to think you guys were flaking.” She said, giving us each a hug.

“Nah, Roy had a little costume trouble.” I said and she nodded.

“Now that you two are here, you need to catch up.” She said and dragged us to the drinks table, where Oliver and Felicity were.

“Hey, you guys made it!” Felicity said and hugged each of us. Oliver gave us a nod with a smile.

“Glad you could make it.” He said.

“Yeah, but they need to catch up now, soooo…” Thea turned around and handed each of us a shot.

“Cheers!” She said and clinked her shot with ours. Roy looked over at me and I shrugged.

“She did say we need to catch up.” I said and downed the shot. Roy followed and we were each handed another shot.

“Whoa, Thea, they just got here.” Oliver said.

“And this is what they get for being late.” She said, taking her second shot. I shrugged once again and downed the shot I was handed. Roy did the same and place the shot glass on the table.

“No more for now.” Roy said and started mixing each of us a drink.

“I thought Thea said you two were going as Peter Pan and Tinker Bell?” Oliver said and I shook my head, rolling my eyes slightly.

“No, that’s what she tried to get me to pick, but pirates suit us much better.” I said, smiling at Roy who was handing me a drink.

“People always said we were thick as thieves.” He said, making our friends laugh. I smiled at him and rested my head on his shoulder.

“And there’s no one I’d rather be a thief with.” I said and he smiled down at me. I think it was safe to say that we had the best couples costume at the party.

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planetwaynez · 20 days

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Guys 😭

I have a very important test this next week about immunology and I was studying like crazy when my brain said: enough, go read Roy harper smut

AND I DID THAT

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Jason, looking through his clothes: Has anyone seen my top? Roy: Y/N's in the kitchen.

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albatmobile · 2 months

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parent teacher conferences and other places to meet a pornstar

next: [2] coming soon: [3] [4] || ao3

𓅪 Rated: E | 4.5k includes: cam girl AU, teacher AU, masturbation, public sex, caught, fingering, voyeurism, come swallowing, facial, deep throating misunderstandings, confessions

𓅪 cam girl fem!reader x jason todd, eventual cam girl fem!reader x roy harper, eventual cam girl fem!reader x jason todd x roy harper

You hated people your age. Always quick to judge and even quicker to shun.

Kids, on the other hand? You could deal with them.

Kids couldn’t turn their noses up at you, they couldn’t gossip about you and they definitely couldn’t use Google. If they could, they’d find your not so clean history. You’ve never been fucking arrested- none of that shit. No, you needed to make up extra money to compensate for the low paycheck you take as a teacher during the day by becoming a camgirl at night.

It hasn’t been a problem at this school yet, but it always seems to pop up at the most inconvenient times. Eventually, a dad catches whiff of it, their wife gets jealous and you’re quietly let go. This is your third school in four years and you didn't really want there to be a fourth.

That’s why you dread running into parents who come to pick up their kids.

You catch this all-telling gaze of a redheaded man from across your classroom. He’s helping Lian with the cupcakes she’d brought in for her birthday today and you quickly adjust your glasses, hoping he won’t recognize you.

The hope is in vain.

Your smile is strained as he makes his way over to you with his little girl and leftover cupcakes in tow. His gate is too assured, his eyes too jovial. So, you do what you do best: ignore the parents.

You bend down to Lian’s level to help her remove the cupcake wrapper from the red cupcake her dad’s given her. “Did you have a good birthday in class today, Lian?” She nods excitedly, chomping into the dessert with gusto. “Do you have any fun plans for tonight?”

Your question is obviously for Lian, but it’s her dad who responds.

“Do you?”

You clear your throat, standing from your squat as you face the redheaded man. This isn’t the first time you’ve been hit on but it always throws you off guard when it happens.

You shut him down easily, “Grading Lian’s test from today. Isn’t that right?”

Her pigtails bounce up and down, “It was about the different types of clouds in the ‘mosphere.”

“Atmosphere,” You correct her with an amused smile.

Much to your chagrin, he continues on like you haven’t rejected him. “You look like someone I know of,” He trails off as if trying to place your face.

Mr. Harper- Roy, you correct yourself, looks to be in his mid-30’s. He has a decent amount of stubble, crows feet grace the corners of his verdant eyes and his hair looks like it used to be a brighter orange than the faded strawberry color it is now. He’s exactly the type of audience you cater to on your porn channel.

“A person you know of,” You repeat his words with an uninterested drawl. You wish the conversation would resolve itself or just fucking end. This beating around the bush shit isn’t for you. “Odd phrasing, but alright.” You need to change the subject and quick. “I’ll be seeing you at the open house next week, right?”

“Wouldn’t miss it, babe.”

You barely contain your eyeroll as you correct him on your name. “It’s Miss,” You tell him your last name again sternly.

“You’re killing me, Miss,” He says your last name, obeying your correction.

“Tragic, I’m sure. Anyway,” You continue on unphased as you focus on saying goodbye to Lian.

He finally moves out of your classroom but lingers in the doorway, “Have you… Were you ever a librarian?”

Don’t reveal anything. Don’t reveal anything.

You calm your breathing. It’s too pointed of a question for him to not know the video that made you famous: a librarian who gets bent over any and every surface in the library.

“I’ll see you next week, Mr. Harper,” Is all you respond.

You’re fucked.

➸💋➸

The Sunday before the parent teacher conference, you’re scheduled to stream.

Most of your material is solo streams and uploads, which makes it easy for you to make content and stick to a schedule. The few production videos you’ve done required a lot of coordinating and planning in advance. It’s a total hassle. That’s why you like your streams. You’re able to wear what you want, use whatever toys you want and you get to pick the location.

The library closest to you is always deserted, especially so on the second floor where the old Fax Machines are stored. The second floor holds records, old newspapers and magazines as well as a smaller collection of nonfiction. Total snoozefest for some, but the perfect public filming spot for you.

The nonfiction section is a separate room from the rest of the second floor and is hidden behind the shelf of vintage magazines. You’ve filmed in here a few times before, but never streamed. This is why you’ve chosen to come in around two hours before they close to eliminate as many possible chances for someone to catch a peak.

You’re giddy as you wave to the librarian who always seems to be behind the counter as you make your way up to your favorite spot. You’re wearing a cotton, white wrap dress, no bra, red thong and heels. The light material shows off everything. Coupled with your signature glasses, you look irresistible.

There’s one desk inside the room, right in the middle that you quickly shove out of the doorway view. The heavy desk is the bane of your existence, especially in your fucking heels, but this way no one can see you unless they literally walk into the room. It’s not fool-proof, but it’s what you’re working with.

Always punctual, you start your stream right on time.

avid_reader began stream

Slowly, viewers trickle in as butterflies stir in your stomach. No matter how many times you stream, you always feel a rush of anxiety as soon as you click ‘Start.’

Private streams are a whole different ballgame.

Though you do offer it, you charge a steep price for private cams. So far, only your top fan has been able to meet that price more than once. The dude isn’t a creep, nor did he have any kinks you weren’t comfortable with, hell, the dude was pretty funny too. Out of all the fans to get you in private, you’re glad he’s the only reoccurring one.

From his requests, you can definitely tell he’s an ass man. You also know that he likes when you wear clothes like you are today: inconspicuous yet revealing. Though he’d never say no to your lingerie, he always preferred tight fitting, see-through tops and short skirts more so than babydolls and matching sets.

Before you get too into everything, you tease the camera you’ve set up on the desk with your nipples that poke through the fabric. You adjust your glasses that fall down the bridge of your nose as you do so, earning you your first tip of the night.

You like to wait for your top fan to join, or at least give him a chance to, but you don’t have to wait too long before his name pops up.

inmyarsenal: this is gona b gud

Though his typing is horrendous, it easily brings a smile to your face, something he notices and tips generously for.

It’s going to be a good night.

You reach your first goal and slowly draw your tits out of your dress out into the open. Your nipples are already perky as you grasp your hands around them and squeeze. Your nipples poke through your fingers as you jiggle your grip around your breasts

inmyarsenal: someone’s gonna walk in on you babe

You bite your lip, looking toward the empty doorway, “I’ve been lucky thus far.”

inmyarsenal: i want t walk in on u baby. sO good for me

He sends another tip, completing your next goal all on his own.

“Eager today, aren’t we?”

Your stomach flips, knowing what comes next. You shoot another worrying gaze toward the doorway before scooting the chair back a bit from the desk so the camera can see down to your knees as you spread them. Your red thong is on full display for your thousands of viewers.

You pull up on the fabric, leaving the thong to disappear into your pussy lips as you do. You tease a bit longer like this before finally puling the fabric away and exposing yourself fully.

You spend a few minutes slowly rubbing your cunt until you feel wet enough for what comes next. You tease the egg vibrator against your entrance, noting how the tips come in what seems like every second now. Within a minute, you reach your next chat goal- this one allows the tippers in the chat to set the speed of your vibrator. The more they tip, the longer they get control over it.

You slip the egg inside of you with a breathy moan. You use the silicone string that hangs out to continue to make the vibrator bob in and out of your hole, moving the camera to offer an up-close view of it.

No one in the chat gets a chance to call dibs before your top fan swoops in with a tip big enough to control the remote for over 15 minutes. You both know that you won’t last that long with him on the controls.

He starts off strong tonight, easing you into it for only so long before he ups the ante. Your settings on the app allow your viewers to control the tempo with their own vibration patterns that they create, meaning every single sinful vibration is caused personally by him. It makes it that much better.

Today, however, it’s like he has a personal vendetta against you or something with he way he clearly wants you to leave the library with a squirt stain on your dress. Hell, he’d probably tip extra just for you to film your walk of shame, too, the fucking sadist.

“Fuck,” You can’t hold back your moans any longer, not caring how loud you’re being when it feels this good.

One hand teases your nipples and squeezes your tits while the other rubs desperately at your clit. Your legs are spread over each side of your chair at this point, though they’re not much support when they’re shaking this hard.

You’re about to come when you notice him out of the corner of your eyes.

“Shit!”

He’s not the ugliest person to orgasm to, that’s for sure. The man, however, is someone you fucking know.

ABORT! ABORT!

If anything, your top fan seems to pick up that someone’s walked in on you and uses the last few seconds of his control to push the vibrator to its limit. Your hips fly from the chair, arching as you orgasm with a pathetic whine.

You end your stream, shaking and panting while your come-hazed mind struggles to address the Wayne ward in front of you.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” You rush, trying to regulate your breathing.

You’ve already covered yourself up with your dress, but your thong is around your ankles and there’s no nonchalant way to fix it. That, and the large wet stain that now adorns the lower half of your dress from the front and the back.

Luckily, as soon as you ended the stream, your vibrator ceased, though it still remains inside of you.

“We’ve met before, haven’t we?”

You’re at a loss of what to say, what to do, let alone where to put your come-dripping hands as you stare wide-eyed at the gorgeous man in front of you.

Normally, you’d think it was a pick up line, but no, you have met before. Many times.

Your mother had been Bruce Wayne's elementary school teacher. Each year you were invited with her to the annual Wayne Gala. Even after her passing years ago, the invitation still came, now addressed to you. Throughout the years of attending, you’ve met him a couple of times, but never much past the standard ‘how are you’ and never memorable enough to even remember his name.

This is a lot more than a ‘how are you.’

“I don’t really know how to answer that right now.”

Surprisingly, he snorts, “I can grab some towels from the bathroom for you.”

You just nod dumbly, half planning to escape the second he turns his back, half wanting to stick around and see how this all plays out.

While he’s gone, you pull off your thong and shove it in your bag along with the vibrator you pluck out.

Moments later, he returns with what seems like the entire roll of paper towels. He hands them to you, eyes never leaving your face before moving out to roam about in the room over.

You try to hurry up, wiping yourself down and packing up your shit at record speed. You walk into the other room sheepishly, paper towels still scrunched up in your hands as you meet his quirked brow and blank face.

"Thanks," You say, hoping he won't bring it up.

Luckily, he doesn’t.

“So,” He draws out the word. You’re honestly surprised he hasn’t left at this point. “You like nonfiction?”

You burst out laughing, something he appreciates with a small smirk as he turns over a title in his calloused hands. “I just like that it’s private up here,” You tell him your actual favorite genre before asking what’s been on your mind. “You’re Dick, right?” Out of all the Wayne ward’s names, this is the only one that springs to mind.

He huffs, putting the book back on the shelf, “Fuck no.”

“Sorry,” You hesitate. Should you just leave him alone and flee with whatever little dignity you have remaining?

“I didn’t mean it like that,” He sounds apologetic. “It’s Jason.”

That name does sound familiar.

“Jason,” You repeat out loud without meaning to, something he notes with a small smile.

“That’s the one,” He drawls with a deep, gravelly voice. Most normal people would respond with their own name, however you just sit there in your squirt covered dress as he flits into the nonfiction room you’d just been in. Oddly enough, he asks, “Can’t really recall your name either, if I'm being honest, kid.”

“‘M not a kid,” You mumble in embarrassment, holding your laptop case against your wet spot. You’re 25 for fuck’s sake.

“Probably a good thing considering what I just saw,” He jokes lightly, though his attention appears to be on the books in front of him. You can tell his gaze is slightly unfocused, though.

You tell him your name as you make to leave. “Maybe I’ll catch you around,” You say.

His emerald eyes finally lock onto yours again, “Maybe you will.”

➸💋➸

At open house the next day, all the dads stare at you, while the moms result to glaring at you.

It’s what you’re used to.

You’re hot as fuck, it’s why you do porn. It’s why men like Mr. Harper think you have a familiar face.

Speaking of, the man’s been well-behaved for the most part. Aside from his lingering emerald gaze, he remains in the back of the room with crossed arms as he leans back in Lian’s chair.

The button-up you’re wearing shows off your lofty cleavage and tucks nicely into your skintight pencil skirt. To someone like Roy, you assume you look like a walking wet dream. Your hair’s up in a bun and your signature glasses as your red heels clack along the laminate floors.

You go over your plans for the remaining half of the year as well as the project and letter the kids had created for the open house. It’s an hour long event with time left for questions after, meaning you’re fucking drained by the time you’re ushering the last of the parents out the door. Surprisingly, Mr. Harper doesn’t linger, nor does he actually say anything to you. It’s entirely odd, but you’re not complaining.

You need a fucking drink.

You didn’t plan to go to a club, it’s totally not your scene. Somehow, tonight it feels right.

It’s a seedy place, but the drinks are strong and cheap and it’s exactly what you need after a long day like this one. You’re still in your teaching attire as you settle into the practically empty bar. Monday nights and clubs don’t exactly mesh well, meaning it’s close to dead but that’s fine with you. You’re just here for a few drinks, then maybe treating yourself to some Chinese food.

You let your hair down, shaking it out as the lanky bartender comes over to take your order.

There’s a man across the bar from you. His face is obstructed by a red hoodie as he asks the bartender for something. If you tilt your head just right, you're able to get a better look at the white tuft of hair hanging prominently in front of his eyes. It kind of reminds you of Jason…

It’s as if he feels your curious gaze on him because his sharp one flickers your way.

Green eyes meet your wide ones.

It is Jason.

Do you make the first move, or does-

Before you can finish your mental question, he raises a questioning brow your way as if asking for an invitation to come closer. You grant it, moving your purse over so he can sit.

“Hey,” You say as his hulking form sits down beside you.

“Not feeling nonfiction tonight?” He gestures down to the book you’d been reading before he approached.

You blush, hating how easily he has a hold over you.

Though you’d only planned to stay for a drink, you order another just to keep the conversation going. The two of you talk about everything and anything. The one topic the two of you keep coming back to is books and he doesn’t exactly let you off the hook for the library.

“Don’t think I’ll ever view that section the same way again,” He takes a coy sip of his whiskey.

“I really am sorry,” You apologize genuinely. “I didn’t know anyone even used that section and I-"

You start to ramble but he cuts you off gently.

“Trust me, I didn’t mind,” You watch as he downs the last of his drink and signs his tab. “You want to get out of here?”

You blush even harder. The liquor settling into your system warmly surely doesn’t help any, nor the heat behind his half-lidded eyes.

“I don’t know if I can wait that long,” You bite lightly at your lower lip.

“You do like public places, don’t you?” You snort, covering your face in embarrassment, but he won’t allow it. He removes your hands from gentle, placing gentle kisses to each.

“I do,” You agree with a light smile.

“There’s an alley out that door,” He offers lowly.

It’s all he has to say to get you up and out of your seat, following behind his muscular form.

His thumb draws light circles against your hand as he holds open the door for you to leave through first. “Shit,” He says suddenly. “You left your purse.”

You look behind you and notice that, yes, your dumbass left it on the seat next to you. Without another word, he leaves you to grab it.

You still have your phone on you and use the camera app to check over your makeup and hair as you wait in the alley for him. You hear a random noise from the rooftops, but think little of it as the hooded man sneaks up behind you. His large hands caress you from behind as he pulls you backward against his strong chest.

“Can I touch you?” He asks lowly.

Your breath sputters, wanting nothing more, “Jason.”

His hands slip even lower on your torso, applying a gentle pressure as he reaches your lower stomach. “What kind of panties are you wearing?” You can’t help but snort. He must’ve liked the red thong because you feel his dick stir to life when you mention much of the same. “Shit,” He groans when he shifts up your dress.

He runs his fingers along the fold of where your thighs meet your pussy as if to check if you’re telling him the truth.

You hear more clattering from above but can hardly focus on it when Jason turns you around to face him. It happens so fast that your mind’s still reeling from the action as he backs you against the brick wall of the club to finally slip a finger inside your thong.

“Fuck!” You buck against his calloused index finger as his body molds against yours.

His lips capture yours in an instant with an intensity that leaves you crying out with want. It’s muffled against his lips as he holds your hands above your head with only one hand while the other focuses on working through your already slick folds. He refuses to touch your clit, which leaves you mewling and struggling against his hold.

It feels so fucking good.

All of a sudden, there’s a loud ‘thump’ that forces Jason to startle slightly away from your gasping form.

“Ma’am,” A gruff voice startles the two of you. “Are you alright?”

Before you can respond, words are already out of Jason’s mouth. “Arsenal?” Jason asks, sounding entirely confused.

Your head untucks from Jason’s sweaty neck to see a random-ass dude in a costume staring at the two of you. Your mouth is wide as you take in the new form in front of you. Your eyes trickle lower on his red uniform to where it protrudes out around his crotch.

Apparently, Jason’s seen enough. His hand shifts slightly as he moves and you can’t stop the light breath it draws from you.

The costumed man visibly takes in the man’s face as if it’s familiar.

“I thought she was in trouble,” He trails off as he realizes that everything going on here is completely consensual.

They stare each other down for a few more seconds before Jason’s lulling you back in.

Instead of stopping, Jason’s fingers soon begin again and you resort to hiding your face against his neck as you allow it. He notices the man’s continued presence and smirks down at you, “Are you good with this?”

You nod, moaning loudly when he rewards you with another curl of his thick finger. You definitely aren’t used to doing this shit for free, let alone for a live audience, so you feel a bit shy. The shyness only lasts for so long before you suddenly grow bolder, throwing your head back erotically as Jason brushes against your g-spot.

Jason nips at your neck, leaving bites and bruises in his wake, but your half-lidded eyes are focused on the masked man in front of you. He’s yet to move, let alone breathe, it seems.

You can't deny that he’s ripped, nor that his muscular arms are doing things to you.

He’s hot.

“I don’t care if you touch yourself,” The words are out of your mouth before you can realize it.

It’s as if the floodgates have opened as the vigilante begins palming himself through his suit. His movements are erratic and sloppy as if he’s never touched himself before, though you suppose he’s never run into a camgirl in an alley before, not that he even knows.

You don’t even have to try to put on a show, Jason’s really that fucking good. Every moan, every writhe of your body and every shaky word you beg are all real reactions to his skillful hand.

Jason’s hand picks up speed as you draw nearer, his lips catch deliciously against your own as he coaxes your tongue lewdly with his. “There we go,” You whimper, then cry out as his fingers squelch in and out of your slick cunt. “Just like that.” With Jason and the other man’s eyes attached to your pathetic form you come, nearly crumbling to the ground as you do. Luckily, Jason’s strong arms catch you with a small laugh, “You alright?”

It’s your turn to laugh, “Fucking amazing.” You bite your lip, eyeing the obvious strain in his jeans, “Would you want me to-?”

“Fuck yeah,” He breathes out, pulling you in for a deep kiss. You tantalizingly pull your hair up, something you did in your infamous scene.

Both men watch with slackened jaws as you squat down and unzip his jeans. His clothed cock tents out from the opening of the zipper and you waste no time in sucking at the head through his boxers. Once the fabric is thoroughly soaked through, you pull him out to fully admire.

You bite playfully at your lip, staring Jason in the eyes as you spit on his bobbing cock before slowly taking his length down your throat. When you reach the hilt, you moan, feeling the vibrations of it settle across his skin, “Mm.”

“Shit,” He groans and his arms shoot out on the brick wall behind you as if to control himself from fucking into your mouth. “Done this before, babe?” He teases you, though his eyes are completely dark with lust.

“A time or two,” You jest back with an impish smile. Your glasses have completely ridden down to the tip of your nose at this point, something he notices and pushes back up with his thumb.

The action causes a loud groan from the vigilante beside Jason, “Fuck, man.” He’s eagerly fisting his cock at this point, eyes never leaving you.

“Want to taste her come?”

The moan the other man produces sounds pained, desperate, as he latches onto Jason’s calloused fingers coated with your slick.

You suck more eagerly, watching the whole interaction with fascination. You’ve never done something like this before, but you don’t think you’d mind doing it again.

“You taste so good,” The other man mumbles. You have no choice but to blush around Jason’s thick length, deepthroating him until tears spill from your eyes. “So good,” He mumbles again, completely lost in you.

You swap between teasing and deepthroating until you can tell he can’t take it any longer and attempt to finish him off with one of your signature moves.

“Fuck, I’m gonna-“ Jason caresses the back of your head as he empties out into your mouth. He pulls out and splatters the remnants of his come across your lashes.

You blink heavily, turning to the other man as an invitation, “Not sucking your dick, but you can come on my tits.”

“Fair enough,” He mumbles, completely distracted as you pull your tits out of your bra.

Your tongue pokes out to taste Jason’s come on your face while your hands squeeze at your tits like you had on stream. Poor dude doesn’t last another 20 seconds before his hot come splatters across your chest with the rest of his load drizzling down into your bra like a claim.

Definitely have to wash that when you get home.

Both men help you stand, though the vigilante takes off soon after zipping his pants.

Jason sticks around to walk you to your car, sending you off with his phone number.

When you get home, you barely have time to reflect on what the fuck had gone down in the alley when your laptop chirps oddly. You set down your purse on your kitchen island as you traverse over to your desk. Upon opening it, you find your channel pulled up and see inmyarsenal has left you a $200 tip.

You shake your head quizzically, eyebrows furrowing as you search to see if it’s been a mistake, considering you haven’t streamed since the library. You go to refund it to him only to see the note he’s left with it:

inmyarsenal: have to stop coming by your streams. tAke this as compensation- no refunds :)

A/N: I've been waiiiiting to finishing this fic since last april!!! not super edited if i'm being honest

if you'd like to send me nice things in my ask box, it would make my day :,)

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arkhamslvts · 6 months

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mutual masturbation

this is under the gcverse umbrella mainly because i’ve mentioned it offhandedly in a post or two butt mutual masturbation w/ jason and roy.

they play a video of you, rather than some shitty porno, you’re on your knees, jason’s stuffing his dick down your throat and the men look amused at how much your eyes water. jason’s the first to groan a little, and you look over and realize that he’s getting off, you want to help him, to clamp your lips around that leaking tip, but he firmly denies you that. “watch the video, you’re not touching me” but it’s hard to ignore jason’s little groans, words of degradation spilling from his lips. “you look good here, like a little pornstar”

and then roy’s groaning. bucking into his hand and leaning into you, and you still can’t touch them because “this is teaching you how to be patient.” roy still talks casually, as though the scene isn’t taking place “y’know, i think next time i’m gonna have to edge you again…” and jason chuckles and agrees, they still talk about you like you aren’t in the room and it almost makes you whine, soaking through your panties.

minutes pass, and now your own fingers are stuffed into your cunt, jason’s phone recording the three of you, as roy plays another video of you. you whine about how you need “someone to help you” because they’re both there, and they both stretch you better than your own fingers can. but, roy just buried his face into your neck and laughs, muttering out a little “desperate slut…look at it” and your eyes are transfixed on his dick, the way it throbs and leaks and he just strokes it so slow. jason doesnt want you looking at roy though, he wants you looking at yourself. his hand reaches your hair and gives it a slight tug, just enough to get your attention back where he wants it

you’re reaching the edge though, and jason can tell by the way you lean into him, the way you whine anytime you get hit in the video, the way your legs shake. “stop” roy’s voice cuts through the euphoria, through that fastly approaching peak, and like a dog, you listen. jason places a kiss to your neck and starts another video, muttering “you’re gonna have so much fun baby… start again.”

#. . . curated by mara #black!fem!reader #jason todd x black!reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd smut #roy harper smut #roy harper x black!reader #jason todd x y/n #roy harper x reader smut #roy harper x you #roy harper x reader #gcverse

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chikaras-garden · 9 months

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idk if it's too much but could i get 4 & 28 (or either one) WITH JASON AANND ROY pleaseepleaseplease i'm foaming at the mouth save me

Hey anon can I kiss you?

Pairing: Jason Todd x Roy Harper x fem!reader

Contains: vigilante!Outlaws!reader, implied threesome, praise, teasing, they’re a throuple okay they’re all in love with each other, J calls Reader “princess”

Words: 300

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked.

Behind you, you hear Roy’s voice. “Fuck. Fuck.”

Thinking that there’s something wrong with the lock he’s trying to pick—wouldn’t be the first time he made something explode by accident—you quickly look over your shoulder.

Roy’s two steps away from being right on top of you, and he’s advancing with the swift silence of a large, predatory cat. Confused, you instinctively turn and hold up your hands; he takes your fingers in his and presses your arms back against the table behind you.

“You know how sexy you are?” His tone is dark and needy, perhaps a little bratty; you roll your eyes, and he pulls the collar of your costume down to reveal the base of your neck. “Loved how you looked when you took that guy down with your thighs.”

“We don’t have time for this,” you groan the moment Roy’s lips connect with your collarbone. Your skin reacts against your will, warming underneath his mouth, and you forlornly wish you were home instead of in a gang hideout.

“She’s so pretty when she blushes,” Roy murmurs against your throat, but you can feel that his eyes are on Jason.

When you hear a disgruntled noise from across the room, you’re almost certain that Jason’s going to agree with you; your little team of three does not have time for this.

He’s at your side in a second, sheltering both you and Roy with his broad shoulders. And then he says, “Let me look at you, princess.”

Jason’s gloved fingers guide your chin to look up at him, and you’re met with the cold gleam of his mask. Somehow, you still know there’s a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Oh,” Jason chuckles, rubbing your cheek with cool leather. “Yeah, that’s gorgeous. Gonna have to take her home and do something about this.”

#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd smut #red hood smut #roy harper x reader #roy harper smut #🎈— ask games.#🌸— mine.#🌸— jason todd.#🌸— roy harper.#I am extremely feral about this one.#outlaws!AU

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 2 months

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DC (EXCLUDING MAINLY BATMAN/FAM) MASTERLIST

*DISCLAIMER: SOME STORIES MAY BE TAGGED FOR WRONG DEMOGRAPHIC (ie, Not GN, male or fem) IF SO, PLEASE POLITELTY INFORM ME SO I CAN FIX IT

CLARK KENT/ SUPERMAN

A Kent And A Wayne (Clark Kent X Wayne!Male!Reader)

Effects Of The Toxin (Clark Kent X Wayne!Male!Reader)

DIANA PRINCE/ WONDERWOMAN

Motherly (Diane Prince X Teen!Reader)

Family Visit (Diana Prince X Daughter!Reader)

Snow Day (Diana Prince X Reader)

Washing Up (Diana Prince X Male!Reader)

BARRY ALLEN/ FLASH

Little Gifts (Barry Allen X Wayne!Reader)

Anyone But Him (Barry Allen X Wayne!Reader)

Another Speedster (Barry Allen X Reader)

The Wayne Mystery (Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)

Sorry!(Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)

Cancelled Plans (Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)

Please Stop (Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)

Actual Flirting (Barry Allen X Male!Reader)

Caught Red Handed (Barry Allen X Fem!Wayne!Reader)

How Did It Come To This? (Barry Allen X Sibling!Reader)

JUSTICE LEAGUE

Would You Kindly? (Justice League X Male!Reader)

Hidden Scars And Memories (Justice League X Male!Reader)

MULTIPLE

New Start (Roy Harper X Male!Reader X Jason Todd)

A Mostly Successful Mission (Jason Todd X Male!Reader X Roy Harper)

Keeping Secrets (Dick Grayson X Male!Reader X Wally West)

The Quiet Son (Bruce Wayne X Son!Reader X Justice League)

Father's Day (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader X Clark Kent)

No More Joker (Harley Quinn X Fem!Reader X Poison Ivy)

City Siren's Daughter (Harley, Ivy & Selina X Daughter!Reader)

Nightmares (Harley Quinn X Daughter!Reader X Ivy)

Their Redemption (Harley Quinn X Daughter!Reader X Ivy)

One Of Us Hurt (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader X Clark Kent)

VILLAINS

Penguin's Friend (Ed Nygma X Male!Reader)

Waiting For You (Jerome Valeska X Fem!Reader)

My Responsibility (Jonathan Crane X Fem!Reader)

There For Me (Harley Quinn X Batsis!Reader)

Never Going Back (Harley Quinn X Daughter!Reader)

We Could Be A Team (Deathstroke X Daughter!Reader)

Colleagues (Jonathan Crane X Fem!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

OTHER

What Happened?! (Leonard Snart X Reader)

Close Your Eyes (Leonard Snart X Reader)

Nothing Else (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

Secret Meetings (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

We're Having A Baby? (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

She's My Sister! (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

I'm Not Letting You Go (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

Future Child (Leonard Snart X Daughter!Reader)

Saving Up (Harrison Wells X Trans!Male!Reader)

Stubborn And Injured (Raven X Fem!Reader)

Not Fireproof (Raven X Reader)

Blues Music (Teen Titans X Reader)

A Little Help (Batman X Scarecrow) Pt 1 / Pt 2

Finally Married (Rip Hunter X Reader)

Cant' Wait (Mick Rory X Fem!Reader)

Sneaking Out (Mick Rory X Fem!Reader)

#Batman #Superman #Wonderwoman #flash #clark kent #diana prince #barry allen #justice league #teen titans #Harley Quinn #Poison Ivy #Catwoman

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e-nonsense · 1 year

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𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗜? - 1𝘒 𝘊𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘉𝘙𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕

pairing. dick grayson x fem!angel!reader [wc. 1.6k]

warnings. john constantine, alcohol use, bad smoking habits, you use your brain, mentions of demons and magic, incorrect comic knowledge, dickhead grayson, bad ending

apart of my 1k celebration masterlist repost because first one got a community label

Aleksander, your boyfriend was a great guy, he was tall, handsome, with sandy brown hair and hazel eyes that looked gold in the sun. But on top of that he treated you like a Queen.

He didn't have too much money, but he worked his ass off to give you a good lifestyle. So you never understood why your best friend Dick Grayson didn't like him. Dick was a great guy, if you had to admit you used to have a small crush on him but that quickly went away when you met your boyfriend.

Over time it got awkward for you if you wanted to hang out with both of them, thankfully everytime the three of you met up Dick always brought Kori along. You were never sure why —although it seemed she did and it only amused her further when you didn't realise— but the two of you always got along, you liked Kori and you wished the best for her and Dick's relationship.

You said it to them the first time you met and they seemed so touchy, what concerned you was the angry look in his eyes and the way Jason choked on his drink then started laughing.

You knew what your closest friend was like with women and that's what made you get over him faster than anyone else. He broke more hearts than anyone could count, no matter what persona he took on at night you knew you weren't ready for that kind of heartbreak.

So when you were invited to a Wayne Gala —by Bruce who always thought of you as his daughter— you asked Aleksander to be your plus one.

You stood off towards the side with a few of the original teen titans, reminiscing the times you all had. "remember the time n/n dropped Dick when she was flying?"

You groaned, "to be fair Garth I was rushing around trying to save you all from being poisoned"

"You dropped him?" Aleksander snorted. Normally someone would've been a little concerned but your boyfriend had seen you in action just as you'd seen him.

You were an incarnation of an angel and Aleksander was a very powerful warlock with dark magic, it was fate that the two would meet. It was easy to hide your golden wings thanks to him.

Your head shot up when you saw Roy Harper accompanying Jason Todd, "Roy!" the man turned his head towards the sound of his name and grinned when he saw you, "N/n!"

The two of you met in the middle and he pulled you in for a dramatic hug. You hadn't seen Roy in months after being swept away with your responsibilities helping The Endless. "It's been forever babe!"

You heard Jason muffle laughter behind you. "Hi Jase, let's dance"

Just as you pulled him away a slow song started, looking back you saw Roy wipe a fake tear mouthing something like "they grow up so fast" to Aleksander who was fake crying and holding onto Roy.

Jason let out a huff of amusement when Roy pulled your boyfriend to dance. "Where’ve you been?”

You looked up into his eyes and smiled, “Y’know saving the world, stopping magical entities who want to destroy the universe”

“Oh so the usual?” you hummed, “but that’s not why I wanted to dance with you”

“Oh?”

“Jase, is your brother mad at me or something?”

Jason tilted his head to the side like a puppy, “Dickhead?” you felt bad for asking because Jason really looked like he was thinking hard about why his brother would be mad at you.

He spun you around and once he pulled you back in he muttered, ”I think I might know why big birds mad”

You looked at him with a curious glint in your eyes, “you can’t tell him I told you”

“I promise”

"Aleks he likes me?"

Your boyfriend sighed, "Why do you make it sound like it'd be hard to be in love with you?"

"I— wait what?" you watched as a grin spread across his features. "What?"

"Baby" you whined as he shook his head, "nuh uh, what were you saying before?"

"I love you— wait no that wasn't it" you groaned, "I can't remember—"

"I love you too but we were talking about your friend" he lent back onto the wall pulling out a cigarette and a light —smoking was a habit he picked up from John Constantine, he raised you and he was the man who trained your boyfriend.

"Jase said that he likes me in that way and that's why doesn't like you"

"mhm" he nodded blowing out smoke from between his lips, "I know"

"You knew?!"

"baby, I see the way everyone looks at you" he tugged at your hand, "have to scout for possible competition y'know" his accent was thicker the lower he talked.

When Aleksander heard the door slam open he pulled you into him, dropping the cigarette onto the floor, summoning a few of his guard dogs.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" came Dick Grayson's angry voice, when one of the silver dogs leaped at him obviously sensing its master's distaste for the man in front of them.

"Well, when someone slams open a door it's usually never good" you were hidden from view and you hadn't made your presence known.

You heard Dick mutter, "you bitch, I don't understand why she's with you."

Aleksander let out a mocking laugh, "because she loves me?"

"I doubt anyone could love you"

Aleksander raised a brow, "what do you think love? Can anyone love me?"

Dick's head snapped up to see you protectively held in the other man's embrace and glared at the hand around your waste but his eyes softened when he met your disbelieving gaze.

"Why would you— how could you say something like that?"

"Y/n" when he moved forwards you scrunched your nose in distaste at the strong smell of alcohol, he noticed and stopped moving.

"N/n..." the two of you somehow always managed to read each other's minds.

"what do you want me to do Dick— I can't leave him"

"not even for me?"

You looked away, thinking back to when you first met him.

"Come on! why isn't it working?!" You watched silently from across the room —behind John Constantine— as Dick slammed his fists onto the desk.

"S'alright kid" you looked at John, "don't call me kid"

"Alright then sunshine" you gave him a look and he snorted, "pumpkin patch" he grinned when he saw you facepalm. John didn't understand why he took care of you, he didn't have he knew that but he did regardless. Maybe because deep inside no matter how hard he fought it he was scared that you'd turn out like him.

He knew he saw his reflection in your eyes, he saw the boy he was. Rash, unpredictable, a bit arrogant... scared of not being enough.

You couldn't remember why you were in the batcave that day but you were happy to be there and you made a friend.

You looked at Aleksander who was waiting for you, hand outstretched. It reminded you of when the two of you had first met.

"Hey! Get away from her!" you didn't see much when a bright purple light came out of nowhere.

You were confused, you'd seen magic like this before but not in this form. "Are you alright?" you found yourself face to face with a boy, overgrown sandy hair falling into his eyes, hazel eyes that you'd swear was glowing. He was around the same age as you 15 or 16.

"you're pretty" the words came out of your mouth before you realised you were thinking them. you watched a pink slowly dusted his face and he grinned, "you're prettier"

He pulled you up, steadying you and then let go. "I'm Aleksander"

"Y/n!" you whipped around and was brought into warm arms, "fuck, pumpkin patch I thought you were hurt"

"Sorry Johnny" if anyone the two of you knew were to see this they'd think they were on drugs, mostly because everyone knew John as an arrogant prick who only did things for his own benefit.

You didn't protest when he brought your face into his hands, inspecting for injuries. Instead you scanned his face for any cuts or bruises you could heal for him. You lifted you hand up reaching for the faint tint of purple below his eye, once your hands reached his face they were glowing a faint white-yellow.

"Thanks pumpkin patch" he grinned and moved his eyes to the boy behind them, "who are you?" his tone came off rude and harsh.

"Johnny!" you slapped his arm, he rolled his eyes and the boy behind you smiled. "I'm Aleks"

"Did you do that?" John asked, motioning to the dead demon that was slowly disintegrating. Aleksander nodded and watched as John whispered something in your ear that seemed to make your face light up.

John walked away to smoke, muttering "stupid kid, making me soft." You explained to Aleksander that John offered to take him in and teach him how to control his magic. If the boy had to admit the older man made him nervous but your company made him feel a little more at home. When John came back he looked at you expecting an answer but instead you shrugged as he opened a portal and walked through.

You moved towards the portal and held out your hand towards Aleksander.

Back in the present time you sighed, "he's very dear to me"

"dearer than I?"

Just as Aleksander took your hand that day, you took his today. "I'm sorry Dick" And in a flash of white light you both were gone.

Leaving the man in silence and quiet, he scoffed bottle in hand, he walked away.

#i have no regrets #dickory #oc x reader #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson angst #nightwing x reader #nightwing imagine #nightwing angst

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gangrenados · 2 years

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Infection.

Pairing: Jason Todd x fem!reader x Roy Harper

Request: wait a threesome with jay and roy??? please bestie I love that idea

this is long and messy so yeah I'm sorry 😭

Thanks to my bestie @prettybitchfatwitch for helping me with this <3

Warning: mm/f sex, noncon, oral, sex pollen, breeding, d/s dynamic, cheating.

Minors dni.

At the beginning this seemed like an easy fight, take out some petty thugs that were looking to rob a bank and head back home like nothing happened.

"Where the fuck they get that from!?" But life tends to take turns and spoil what promised to be a calm night in Gotham.

The adrenaline rushed through their bodies like fire, burning every single cell and melting their brains into a puddle.

"Poison Ivy." Jason answered nonchalant and with his eyes firmly glued to the road in front of him, his grip on the steering wheel was string enough to leave his knuckles white.

The city passed fast, a mere blur that mixed lights and silhouettes into one before the blown out eyes of the poor vigilantes that got tricked this unfortunate night.

It didn't matter where they looked everything was colliding and pushing them to the limit.

Jason inhaled deeply the humid night air and letting all go in a tired sigh. He could still taste the sickly sweet savor of that damn bomb on his mouth,quite a contrast considering the increasing pain his body was going through.

Thanks to his peripheral vision Jason could see Roy who was barely holding it together and, for some reason, it made him relieved that at least he was doing better than him, at least that's what he wanted to think.

Roy's face was flushed, a pale pink covering those cheeks full of freckles and with the hair sticking to his forehead it made him look sick.

His chest was rising up and down quickly. " How long it has been?" Roy panted, as beads of sweat running down his forehead to get lost on the damped skin underneath his suit.

"I don't know, maybe an hour?"

But even when Jason felt happy that whatever pheromonal cocktail was taking more time to take over his body, he still worried about Roy. What would happen to him if they don't make it?

The last time he heard about an incident like this, people needed to be locked up due to their rather violent and inappropriate take on intercourses.

It was chaotic to think about and difficult too now that he could feel his skin burning and bones screeching in pain.

"So that only means the toxins settled in"

Jason nodded, trying to swallow that bitter taste of uncertainity that invaded his mouth and focus that they were getting closer to his place were they could think about how to deal with this damn situation by themselves. "Yeah."

But as they finally reached the final block till his safehouse, Jason couldn't help but think about you, his sweet girlfriend that was staying there for the week.

Jason bite his lower lip with enough force to draw blood, he hated the fact that you were there. It was dangerous for so many reasons and the only thing he wished right now is that you could go away to somewhere safe and hide until he could pick you up again.

But not only that, Jason also hoped you were wearing one of those old shirt of his you loved so much with nothing underneath.You looked so cute like that that it always makes him want to devour you in kisses and claim you as his over and over again or pehaps eat you out until you beg him to stop.

"Wake up, Jaybird! Roy had his whole body pressed against the car's door, with his chest rising and falling heavily. He was dizzy and yet he reached out to shake Jason off his daydream.

The touch made shiver run down their spine and settled deep into their cores, it was relieving even if it was something so little.

They stayed in silence as the subtle relief was taken over by the stings and pain, and with a sharp screech of the wheels, Jason parked in front of the safehouse.

Roy qas the first one to get out of the car and crawl out to the cold night, sweat beads covered his forehead and made the hair stick to it, his cheeks were blushed making his freckles even more noticeable. "You look like shit," he huffed when trying to help Jason stand on his feet.

The blue eyes of his friend meet his green ones and then they went down to Jason's lips, he was talking, maybe saying something like they should hurry up.

"ARSENAL!" Jason screamed, doing his best to not wince in pain." We need to get going."

"Y-yes, you right."

Was it the way they were so close? , maybe the fact that his dear pal was holding him with so much care that made Jason's inside to twitch with the same intensity they did when you acted the same towards him?

Those questions were eating up his drugged brain as if everything weren't confusing enough for him to want to vomit.

This night was a mistake, they should've called for backup or made a deal with Poison Ivy herself in order to prevent this madness. It made Jason's blood boil to admit his defeat.

"We're here," Jason heard Roy's raspy voice announce jusy before he dropped him right beside the door. He was between the wall and the redhead who was still holding his weight by using his leg and arms as he looked for the best place to leave him.

Jason breathed slowly, intoxicated by the smell of Roy, a mix of sweat and sickly sweet love hex." Hey," he called weekly," let me go, I need to find the antidote."

Roy nodded albeit his doubts." Okay," that's all he said, but didn't move as he realized how close their were.

Their gaze were set on the other, lips part away as the world slowed down and made the pain fade away and be replaced by a need to take it all out by using each other.

A shaky hand came to rest on Jason's face, he closed his eyes shut, unsure of what's to come and yet accepting the kiss that made his cock twitch with eagerness.

An innocent kiss turned in something more and before they knew it curious hands were roaming each other bodies and taking off clothes in their way.

"This is wrong," Jason said with a breathy moan, unable to stop his hips from grinding against Roy's crotch." (Y/n)…my-my, ah!, my girlfriend is here."

"What?" Roy panted as he battled to take Jason's pants off, but since he was unable to he just decided to stroke him over the fabric. "I don't know if it's safe for her to be here right know."

"I know." Jason sighed in Roy's neck before taking the duty to form a hickey in that sweet spot that made him mewl.

It took a few second before a call that left them both cold." Jason!" The words were stern with tint of hurt and utterly confusion hiding underneath. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Fuck," was the only thing Jason murmured, pressing his head on Roy's shoulder before he pushed him away and revealed himself to you.

The sight made you gasp, taking a few steps back as your eyes scanned up and down your boyfriend. The top part of his suit was gone and even in the dim light of the living room you could notice the tent going on inside his pants.

You opened and closed your mouth a few times unsure of what to say, tears were starting to prick your eyes as you were ready to pack your things and leave." No, no,no" Jason hurried to your side to trap you in his arms and sooth you once he realized that you were about to cry.

Jason peppered your face in kisses as he kept apologizing, ignoring your complains and resistance. "Let me go, Jason." You demanded, trying to push him away to no avail since Jason's grip on you was strong enough to keep you in place.

Hearing you say his name was delightful. "Baby please," and there was the electricity again running through his body and making the knot in his stomach to tighten.

"Don't baby me!" you kicked and his grip tightened around you." Let me go, Jason!"

"I can't" his stubburness made you scream.It pained him to see you like this so distresses and hurt and knowing that he caused all of this will sureley kill him after eveything is done, but it feels so good having you in his arms, sure you're kicking and tossing but if he keeps you close enough he can put all that friction in the place he needed the most.

It was sickening to take advantge of your pain like this, but Jason needed it more than anything.

"How could you?" You sobbed after a while fighting Jason, you sounded tired, defeated and he was attacking your neck with kisses, sucking and nibbling on the tender skin as if you didn't spent the last minutes trying to get him off of you.

"I know this looks bad, but I'll explain everything later. I promise." Jason pushed away lightly from you, making sure to not left you room to run away by grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look at him." But I need your help, we both need it."

and then you felt it: a warm touch on your waist. It made you hold your breath as Roy's fingers sunk in the soft skin covered by a thin t-shirt.

Your heart was beating so hard that it might explode at any second," I wish we could've done this in other way, but we need you." Roy said as he licked your earlobe. You could only whimper in response, lookin up at Jason with pleading eyes.

A knot was caught up in your throat as you did your best to keep yourself firm and say no, Jason wasn't having none of it.

He pushed your legs apart by putting his own in the middle, making you sink in it as grind on you."You know we'd never hurt you,"

Fog was starting to clog your brain as the world started to spin. Jason's words were a mere whisper at this point now that they both were grinding on you.

"please stop" your panties were wet by all the attention you were getting, it was overwhelming.

Your whole body was set on fire and the only way you could save yourself the pain of need crawling into your core was to give in to your captors desire, much to your own dismay.

It was wrong, you were mad at them both for betraying your trust, for using you as a toy. But why did you nod when Jason asked you to be a good girl for them again?

You didn't remember a 'yes' leaving your mouth nor nodding, everything was confusing, but now that you were being pushed down at Roy's hips level the only thing you could do was cry.

"Shhh baby everything is gonna be okay, right Jaybird?" Roy's big hand was stroking your head, you sniffled, not daring to open up your eyes.

The sound of pants unzipping made you shiver, was it excitement or fear? Perhaps a sickening mix of both that made you freeze in the spot.

"Yes, now open up and show Roy how good you are, doll," you were met by Roy's hard cock poking your face, the tip was a furious pink and leaking with pre-cum that Jason forced you to lick.

Trembling hands grabbed his dick, unsure what to do next" ahhh," a groan of pure relief left Roy's lips once you started to bob your head up and down the shaft, even though you were doing it clumsily.

He didn't care, as long as he could fuck something and get the pollen out of his system everything was more than valid on his book.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself," Jason said as he keep pushing your head forward, his gaze burnt with pure, raw lust at the sight in front of him.

He always has been someone rather close when it came to relationships, not daring to share his partner with anyone else but him.

He was greedy and yet he was jacking off to the sight of his pretty princess giving a blowjob to his best friend.

How sinful, how infuriating…he wanted a feel too, to make the pain go away and fuck all night."I am," Roy had his head bent with a sly smirk that could make the most holy man blush.

This was his fault, no, you both were the cause of Jason's hormones to be at the edge right now. The cockiness and innocence mixed together and pumping full of lust that he had to get rid off.

"That's good." You gagged as the little space tou had to do your chore was cut by the eagerness of a kiss shared between your boyfriend and his friend.

You looked up between teary eyes and drool running down your chin how immersed they both were, and it was then how you noticed that the grip they had on you was gone, but even then Roy was fucking your mouth in such way that it was clear you were something like a fleshlight to him.

His moans were drowned in Jason's lips, "fuck yes!" Roy cried in bliss as his warm cum fell down from the tip to your tongue and then drooled down to your chin.

"What's wrong, baby?" Roy cooed in a breathy sight once he dared to look down at you, happy to see how messy you looked underneath them. "You okay?"

Thanks to that Jason looked down too,"You want some attention too, princess?" there was something similar they both shared beyond the plumped lips and the pity in their voices.

They were looking you like prey with their blown out pupils and a appetite for more." Maybe that's why she's been acting so feisty."

Their eyes locked together and you could almost see the light bulbs turning on on top of their head as a mischievous idea appeared.

"(Y/n)?"

"Yeah?" You sniffled not daring to get your eyes off of the ground, it seemed that your obedience was appealing to them.

Those puffy red eyes and pouty lips were irresistible" Go lay down." Jason kissed your forehead, the only tender gesture you've received so far.

Walking towards the bed had you paranoid, not because it was too far, the bed was a few steps away from you as it lied in the middle of the living room next to the table were Jason cleaned all his guns.

It was because you could feel their eyes burning in your back with all the pent up expectations they've set on you.

"Good girl," Jason followed you quickly, sitting in front of you and putting his hands on top of your trembling knees." Now spread those legs for me."

"Jason-"

"Shhhh it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you." He kissed your knee with a chaste kiss before he pulled them apart himself. Jason kissed and nibbled at the skin of your inner thighs." I just want you to make you feel good, just like you did Roy. Is that so bad?"

Any word you could've said died in your lips due the feeling of your panties getting pushed aside in order for Jason to be able to play with your slick, paying attention to your clit for a while before putting his mouth to work.

His pace was agonizingly slow and steady, you knew Jason was a tease thanks to all the times you've been together. He liked to put you on edge until you're begging for your release.

"Oh look at her! She's trying hard to not moan." Roy held you from behind; he chuckled at the sight, ruffling your hair as he said." Maybe you like this more than you want to admit, princess. It's okay, not everyone is vocal."

Jason's laugh send vibrations to your core, "Get your ass here and return the favor, Roy." and with that Jason.

The loss of contact made you whimper, why did it hurt to not be touched even though you've been desiring this in the first place? Apparently you weren't the only one who seemed to be in agony.

"On your hands and knees." The hunger was back and it was taking every fiber of Jason to not put you in position himself. It was game: how long can Jason last without losing control?

Putting aside the rather faul situation he and Roy got themselves into, he would like to think he has done far better than what this damn poison could allow him to.

His hand spanked your ass hard enough to make you wail, Jason grabbed a handful of it."Nice, now I want you to eat her out as I fuck her, okay?"

"What?," Roy bickered." I want a feel too, Jason."

"Really?" Jason teased your entrance with his cock, rubbing the head up and down as he didn't moved his gaze from Roy." I've been rather sharing tonight, but I don't want you to forget that she's my girlfriend so I get to fuck her first."

A sharp moan was heard all over the room as Jason thrust into you with a cocky grin to prove Roy is point.

"You're a bitch, Todd."

"You're going to make me cry." Jason without stopping fucking your pussy, his grip on your hips was so strong you were sure it'd leave bruises.

Roy rolled his eyes but still got in his knees to try his best to suck on your clit despite Jason's balls were hitting it.

He sucked with eagerness and without a care to get all messy, Roy's only purpose right now was to serve you both.

"Oh my-" you whimpered as you grabbed the sheets in dear life. You felt full with Jason fucking you and now the sloppy feeling of Roy sucking on your throbbing clit was sending you over the edge.

And when you thought you might get to cum the contact was lost." Who's the bitch now?" You heard Jason snicker with one of his cocky smiles.

Beneath you there was Roy with a mouthful of Jason's sloppy cock, the redhead had to take a while to not gag at the sudden chance, a break cut short by Jason picking up the pace and start fucking his mouth.

Jason grunted, reaching clumsily your breats to play with them as he kept going. Sure it was less satisfying than having him fucking your neglected cunt, but it was something.

As for Roy he seemed to be invested in it, beating his own dick as he sucked his friend's cock like his life dependent on it.

"Wait, wait a moment," Jason panted," I want to finish inside of her."

"I-I'm not on the pill," you warned, turning ado to see Jason's hungry eyes looking back at you. A hin of excitement arose deep inside your abused core." Jason I-"

"We'll resolve that later." After a whine from Roy, Jason didn't wasted time to pick up where he left and put you over the edge again.

He was merciless, only focusing to get himself off and nothing else. Something quite different from the Jason you know, another thing to add in the long list of oddities this night has brought you.

"Fuck!" Jason groaned, grabbing your hair to pull you closer to him and thrust deeper. He was on cloud nine with a face contorted in pleasure and a melody of moans leaving him.

The pain of Poison Ivy's little hex might hurt like bitch, but God he would be lying if didn't admit how good was to fuck when you were high on it.

Waves of pleasure crashed over Jason again and again until he couldn't hold it anymore and let his cum spill deep inside of you with a moan.

Jason was happy, still riding the high as he lied on the bed and pulled your sweaty body on top of him." You were so good to us, princess ," he praised you with a little smile before kissing your forehead.

"Hey Roy!" Jason called, receiving a groan from the redhead who was lying lip at his feet." You wanna taste my cum?"

"What kind of question is that, Todd? Geez, i know we've been acting crazy tonight but-"

"Yes or no."

"Maybe." Roy mumbled with his eyes glued to that fan running slowly on the ceiling, his cheeks were blushed.

"Come here and clean this mess then," Jason patted you thigh and was content with watching Roy crawl to you and get ready to work.

It didn't mattered the protests nor the praise and reassure they both gave you to calm down your nerves, the night was still young and they still were infected.

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