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Bang the Doldrums
Rockstar! Jason Todd x Rockstar! gn! reader headcanons
"And I cast a spell over the west to make you think of me, the same way i think of you''
WC: 200+

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jason's upset.
he knows it's petty. yet, that does nothing to abate the furrow of his brows and the pout on his lips.
your mii is refusing to date his mii. the stubby big-headed character he poured way too much effort into making it look like you using the face paint and tinkering with the facial placement— though it is but a pittance compared to the real deal. not to mention the fact that he had to make you based off memory since he had been too shy to confess that he made both of you as miis on his island and wanted a reference.
the only two residents on his island, in fact.
and he's still getting rejected.
if he was lucky you'd let him talk to you whilst sitting together on the fountain. only for his mii to vaguely ask to hang out and make things awkward.
he had even made place holder miis, before unceremoniously removing them, until he got the island expansions! the restaurant. photo booth. pawn shop. hell, even the ferris wheel! yet, no juice could be made from the fruit of his labor.
your mii had been adamant in constantly rejecting his advances, even having the gall to fall in love with one of the placeholder miis.
and after every rejection, his own mii kept falling back in love after a trip to europe to subside his despair. after the first few times the love bubble inevitably popped up, jason had told his mii-self that it was too soon to ask your mii out only for that equally big-headed bunch of pixels refuse his advice and ask you out anyway. rinse and repeat.
perhaps it was a cruel joke on him for even trying. was it because your mii wasn't accurate enough? jason swears to himself that he'll keep a small photo of you in his wallet from this day forth.
perhaps it was poetic. that, no matter what happens to him, he'll always come to love you.
ꮼ dry humping bsf!jason todd (18+)
The movie hums on, unwatched, a blur of colour and laugh tracks you both ignore. You're curled into Jason's side on the couch, his arm draped around your shoulders, his fingers tracing idle patterns along your skin. His breathing is steady, his body almost unnervingly warm.
You shift, pressing yourself closer, your thigh sliding between his. He tenses for half a second, then tries to force himself to relax, but you feel the subtle hitch in his breath.
"Jay," you murmur. It comes out softer than you intended.
He swallows. "Yeah?"
You hum as you tilt your head and press your lips to the corner of his jaw, slow and deliberate. He shudders, his hand tightening on your shoulder, and when you pull back, his eyes are already darker—glossier, half-lidded with desperate want.
"You sure?" he asks, voice low. "We don't have to—"
You kiss him quiet.
His mouth parts against yours, a shaky exhale escaping him, and when your tongue meets his he groans like it hurts. Your nails scratch lightly against his pale skin, breath shuddering as he gives in, letting out a quiet whimper.
"Fuuck—my god—jesus, fuck—" He doesn't manage to get the next word out. His head tilts back as he keeps going, hips rolling in an uneven, desperate rhythm with the flushed tip of his cock twitching against the friction of cotton and denim. His skin is red hot and ever so slightly tear-stained, his eyes glossy and lost in the pleasure he's grinding out of this moment. He's so darling like this, letting out quiet, shaky whimpers with every grind.
"Sweetheart, wait—hold on— gonna—" Despite his words, he can't stop himself from continuing to rut his hips into yours. He keeps going, shuddering through his orgasm, his body tensing before slowly going slack under you. His pants grow damp with spurts of hot cum, coating the fabric with his release.
You stare at him, your own arousal still hot. "Did you just...?" you ask, and your voice sounds thick even to your own ears. He looks up at you, eyes fucked-out and lashes clumping together with tears.
He's panting softly, eyes glazed over as he answers, "I'm sorry, I—"
You cut him off with a soft kiss. "Don't be," you whisper, fighting the smirk threatening to form on your lips.
a/n: first time doing non-academic writing in months I lowk forgot how to do this
a sight for sore eyes (requested!) jason todd x fem!reader
mentions: fluff, established relationship, morning intimacy, mentions of sex, soft jason <33 (FOUR MORE REQS LEFT!!!)
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jason todd loved mornings, only if it meant waking up next to you
the soft rays of the sun peeked through the window, faint city noises heard from outside. that was enough for jason to wake up, his eyes slowly fluttering open before they focused on the most beautiful person beside him— you
unlike jason, who was awake, you were still asleep, facing him with quiet snores leaving you. he really meant it when he believed you’re the most gorgeous person he’s ever met because look at you— hair messy yet framing your sleeping face beautifully and lips slightly apart as the sheets were pulled up to your chest, covering your bare body with hickeys slightly peeking from your neck after an amazing night with him
his green eyes softened from the sight, trailing his gaze to the bridge of your nose, your cheekbones, your lips, every part of your face his eyes could memorize more than what he already have
a small, faint smile formed on jason’s lips absentmindedly, his arm around your waist tightening as he felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time; peace
he carefully pulled the sheets up to your shoulder, but the absence warmth of his hand leaving your waist made your eyes slowly flutter open, the sight of jason leaving a small, tired yet soft smile form on your lips
jason’s smile widened. “morning” he murmured, voice still rough with sleep. you just hummed a morning back with your voice tired like his, shifting closer to him instantly and burying your face in his warm, bare chest
that made him let out a quiet chuckle, brushing a hand through your messy hair and sliding his arm back around your waist where it belonged as he felt your warm body press down on his
“you sleep well?”
“mhm, you?”
“like a baby”
you let out a sleepy hum of approval, nuzzling closer. “good”
his fingers continued to comb through your hair with legs tangled with yours as silence settled in between you two, the comfortable kind where neither of you feel obliged to fill
jason placed a kiss on your head “you okay after last night?” he broke the silence with a murmur, concern in his voice. “did i go too rough?” considering the amount of hickeys he decorated over your body and how you two lasted for hours last night
you lifted your head just enough to look at him and flash him with a small smile— a smile he can’t get enough of. “i’m okay, baby”
“yeah?”
“yeah”
his gaze searched your face carefully, as if trying to see if you were saying that for his sake and you noticed. “if i wasn’t okay, i’d tell you” you reassured, reaching up a hand to brush a white strand from his forehead
that made him visibly soften from both your words and touch. “i know”
“you worry too much”
“i don’t worry too much”
“jason”
“… okay, maybe a little”
that made you let out a soft laugh, jason’s ears almost ringing from the melody of your voice. “a little?” you said with a smirk
jason sighed dramatically. “fine, a lot,” and his confession made your lips tug in victory. “that’s what i thought.” his hand rubbed small circles against your side. “just wanted to make sure.” the honesty in his words warmed your chest.
you leaned forward and pressed a quick, soft kiss to jason’s jaw. “thank you for checking.” your voice was soft and sincere. the corners of his mouth lifted. “always” a whisper so honest and sincere you could tell he meant by it
he pulled you more closer than you were to press one last kiss on your forehead before continuing to stroke your hair and have you in his arms. jason wasn’t a morning person. but to wake up to the sight of you? now that’s something he can wake up to, no matter what the time is
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(a/n: this man needs a hug i love him)
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a sight for sore eyes (requested!) jason todd x fem!reader
mentions: fluff, established relationship, morning intimacy, mentions of sex, soft jason <33 (FOUR MORE REQS LEFT!!!)
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jason todd loved mornings, only if it meant waking up next to you
the soft rays of the sun peeked through the window, faint city noises heard from outside. that was enough for jason to wake up, his eyes slowly fluttering open before they focused on the most beautiful person beside him— you
unlike jason, who was awake, you were still asleep, facing him with quiet snores leaving you. he really meant it when he believed you’re the most gorgeous person he’s ever met because look at you— hair messy yet framing your sleeping face beautifully and lips slightly apart as the sheets were pulled up to your chest, covering your bare body with hickeys slightly peeking from your neck after an amazing night with him
his green eyes softened from the sight, trailing his gaze to the bridge of your nose, your cheekbones, your lips, every part of your face his eyes could memorize more than what he already have
a small, faint smile formed on jason’s lips absentmindedly, his arm around your waist tightening as he felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time; peace
he carefully pulled the sheets up to your shoulder, but the absence warmth of his hand leaving your waist made your eyes slowly flutter open, the sight of jason leaving a small, tired yet soft smile form on your lips
jason’s smile widened. “morning” he murmured, voice still rough with sleep. you just hummed a morning back with your voice tired like his, shifting closer to him instantly and burying your face in his warm, bare chest
that made him let out a quiet chuckle, brushing a hand through your messy hair and sliding his arm back around your waist where it belonged as he felt your warm body press down on his
“you sleep well?”
“mhm, you?”
“like a baby”
you let out a sleepy hum of approval, nuzzling closer. “good”
his fingers continued to comb through your hair with legs tangled with yours as silence settled in between you two, the comfortable kind where neither of you feel obliged to fill
jason placed a kiss on your head “you okay after last night?” he broke the silence with a murmur, concern in his voice. “did i go too rough?” considering the amount of hickeys he decorated over your body and how you two lasted for hours last night
you lifted your head just enough to look at him and flash him with a small smile— a smile he can’t get enough of. “i’m okay, baby”
“yeah?”
“yeah”
his gaze searched your face carefully, as if trying to see if you were saying that for his sake and you noticed. “if i wasn’t okay, i’d tell you” you reassured, reaching up a hand to brush a white strand from his forehead
that made him visibly soften from both your words and touch. “i know”
“you worry too much”
“i don’t worry too much”
“jason”
“… okay, maybe a little”
that made you let out a soft laugh, jason’s ears almost ringing from the melody of your voice. “a little?” you said with a smirk
jason sighed dramatically. “fine, a lot,” and his confession made your lips tug in victory. “that’s what i thought.” his hand rubbed small circles against your side. “just wanted to make sure.” the honesty in his words warmed your chest.
you leaned forward and pressed a quick, soft kiss to jason’s jaw. “thank you for checking.” your voice was soft and sincere. the corners of his mouth lifted. “always” a whisper so honest and sincere you could tell he meant by it
he pulled you more closer than you were to press one last kiss on your forehead before continuing to stroke your hair and have you in his arms. jason wasn’t a morning person. but to wake up to the sight of you? now that’s something he can wake up to, no matter what the time is
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masterlist! ⤷ 2k event !
(a/n: this man needs a hug i love him)
main taglist: @sweetpeasosweet @lcvgty-4929 @fratbrochrisgf @wrldbloom @arabellas-barbarella-swimsuit12 @vianawaits @edawgz @hottubnda @onlyfeng @lucky-clover13 @tragicfiend @nyx-of-night @missmontiopath @bloomfaery @booksrcool @jaydennicole @gglouise23 @sicklyhana @klauvy @pocket-fish0 @romancedawn333 @sashadonat @uxavity @batslilwhore @oh-sheetcake @boo-123456 @ydivine @the-star-rover @slutfordpr @advline @arfemiz @freakkay09 @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @hernersworld @starrydustedwinter @inejskywalker @seeker2028 @ksiazkowaxx-blog @kh4dij7 @vanillakirstein @lillie1320 @t1mbits @branchesofmagic @devilslittlehelper @starr-jazz @nightwingblvd @yukimaniac @freddiweasly @devorator666 @dadump @ftkats @st4rl1ghtgrays0n @st4rstuddedreblogs @em12021 @heleneae @darkxwolfsstuff @imintoomanyfandoms14 @littlelightbearer @th3d1nOr3ad3r @psychopompsblog @wwolfsca @kaiiii1009 @century-eggg (tags are open)
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wet kisses and slobbering boyfriends
short | fluff | smut | “wiping my drink after him”
synopsis: you try a trend on jason by wiping your bottle after he takes a sip. clearly he doesn’t appreciate it.
a/n: was supposed to be fluff but i’m freaked out sorry
it’s nearly 10pm when jason comes home from patrol. he had planned to get here earlier and switched his shift with dick all because you told him you finished work.
without even asking if you wanted him to do so, he just did it.
“baby?” he calls out as he shuts the front door.
you’re sitting on your bed, practically buzzing as you’d just been scrolling on tiktok and saw a trend you just had to try on him.
“i’m in here jay,” you reply from your bed, fingers idle on the screen as you quickly place it on the nightstand.
enough to capture the both of you.
heavy footsteps approach the room and he opens the door with sweat wicking his brow. he gives a low hum as he takes on the sight of engulfed in one of his t-shirt, a habit you’d taken when you missed him and wanted him home. curled up in your comforter with just your torso peaking out, jason plops right on top of you. no care in his sweat on your skin now of his weight resting on you entirely. you giggle as you run your fingers through his hair.
“don’t you think you should, i don’t know, shower before you come into bed?” no real annoyance behind your words.
he nuzzles even closer to you, shakes his head in the crook of your neck. almost like he’s motorboating your neck.
“nah, i’ll wash the sheets in the morning. they’ll need it after i’m done with you.”
the end of the string (requested!) jason todd x fem!reader
mentions: soulmates au (red string), tension, forced proximity ish?, confession, blood, tension, vulnerability from jason obvi, soft makeout sesh at the end, angst with happy ending (i think??) (i think this took me five-six hours to write i lost track help 😭 i just remembered the sun bright when i started this and when i finished it was sunset LMAOAOA but it was worth it)
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when jason todd was resurrected, the universe didn’t just give him a second chance at life. they also gave him a chance in love. that was why when jason woke up from the waters of the lazarus pit, a red thread was tied on his finger— a thread only he could see
he didn’t need to research the mysterious string on his finger; he’s read too many novels about it. the red string of fate for lovers to find each other, binding them for all of eternity.
and jason hated that
not because he didn’t want love. but because to him, there was no room for love— not when there was nothing but vengeance and retribution coursing through his veins. and to him, someone like himself wasn’t worth loving
he tried breaking the string with every single possibility he could think of— cutting it, burning it, even shooting it. but unsurprisingly, it didn’t work
jason just told himself not to follow the thread, to think of it as another burden to carry not on his shoulder, but rather wrapped around his finger. he ignored the little tugs and always went the opposite direction as to where the string was leading him, all as his efforts to not meet who was truly behind the end of the string
but no one can escape fate, not even red hood himself
which was why he was now standing in front of you after hearing your cry of help. the two goons that were bothering you were now unconscious and lying on the floor, but both of you weren't focused on them and instead, on the red string on each other’s fingers that was now glowing
“jesus fucking christ” he murmured to himself, already regretting the entire night. this man was exhausted, patrols becoming more tiresome night after night. and finding you— the end of the string— wasn’t on tonight’s bingo card
but the way you were looking at him with pure confusion instead of fear, with that slight hope in your eyes. that was the worst part
jason took a step back automatically, the string stretching with him and highlighting the distance between you two. a frown went on your lips, fingers curling into a small fist. “wait-” “don’t” “don’t what?” don’t look at him like that
jason was silent, clenching his jaw hard enough to ache. you glanced from the red thread back to him. “you know what this means, right?” you said
“yeah, means that the universe has a sick sense of humor” his voice flattened, sounding slightly muffled from the helmet. through the silence, the wind shifted through the alley, carrying the distant sounds of gotham traffic. months of avoiding— years maybe, he’d stop counting— and somehow, fate had the last laugh
“you hurt?” he broke the silence, making your eyebrow slightly lift in surprise by the question. “no” jason nodded silently, glancing at the string one last time before turning back around, shooting his grapple to a rooftop. your eyes immediately widened, already running to him. “wait—“
but it was too late. once the grapple line pulled taut, jason was gone within seconds. only the red thread remained, stretching impossibly far upward into the dark clouds and glowing faintly against the night sky before eventually vanishing somewhere beyond your sight
the red hood— out of everyone in the universe— was your soulmate. and he wanted nothing to do with you
ever since your encounter with him, you couldn’t stop thinking about him— and neither could the string, as it kept pulling you to jason so many times that it became impossible to ignore.
a tug while walking home from work that led you three streets off your usual route, only to catch a glimpse of a red helmet disappearing across a rooftop. another time was when you felt a pull during a late-night grocery run, your head snapping up just in time to see red hood perched silently on a water tower several buildings away
and every single time the moment jason realized you’d spotted him, he vanished immediately. it was to the fact that he even started changing patrol routes to avoid you, only to see that you somehow ended up near those too
which was why when he met up with you again, jason decided enough was enough
you had been walking home through gotham’s quieter streets when the thread suddenly pulled hard to the left. and then, a gloved hand shot out from the shadows and yanked you into an alley
you gasped, only to freeze when familiar white helmet lenses glared down at you
“okay” jason said, every word dripping from both exhaustion and irritation. “we need to establish some boundaries.” that made you blink up at him in both confusion and shock “did you just... kidnap me to set boundaries?” “i’m serious” “so am i” you felt his eyes staring at you even underneath the helmet, before looking away immediately and clenching his jaw beneath the helmet. “you need to stop showing up everywhere” that made you scoff and cross your arms. “please, its not like im doing it on purpose” you clarified. thanks to the alley being dimly lit from a weak flicker of a street lamp, it caught on the glowing red thread connection you and jason, making it impossible to ignore
“yeah? well the universe seems real commited to ruining my life lately” jason muttered. god, did he hate that damn string— how it always tightened when you got too far away, how it glowed brighter whenever you looked at him too long. but worst of all, he hated how aware of you it made him
you let out a quiet sigh. “you act like i asked for this” you pointed out softly. “i didn’t say you did” “but you keep looking at me like its my fault” jason immediately went silent because you were right— it wasn’t your fault and he knew that. but every time he looked at you, something ugly twisted in his chest. something that felt like fear, frustration, and something dangerously close to longing— and jason todd didn’t know what to do with longing anymore
“you should stay away from me” he voiced with the kind of tone that didn’t invite argument. you hesitated, but still spoke anyway. “and if i dont?”
jason’s head snapped slightly toward you, helmet lenses catching the dim alley light before slowly walking up to you, making you walk back until your back hit concrete. you could basically feel the air thinning from how close he was, the red lenses of his helmet tilting down slightly “don’t test me” he whispered, even and dangerous in a way that wasn’t loud at all. you didn’t respond, you couldnt— not when you could smell the grim off his leather from how close he was
jason took your silence as a yes, now backing off and walking away— just like your first encounter with him
you wanted to stop him, to ask him why he was running away from fate, why he was running away from you. but all you did was just stand there as red hood vanished, staring at where you last spotted him
his words went through your head and that’s when you started to resist the string— not because he threatened you, but because what was the point in being tied with someone who doesn’t want to be tied with you? you resisted the pulls, clenching your hand into a tight fist and turning away from the red thread. you avoided the places where you always interacted with him, ignoring how tightly sharp it felt when you would walk near certain streets
at first, it fought you— hard.
sharp tugs that made. your wrist ache, the pressure around your finger so tight you were convinced it was going to fall off. but you kept your hand closed around it anyway— not resisting it with force, just refusing to follow
jason noticed your absence in places you should have been, places where he expected a glimpse of you being pulled too close again. but nothing— no sight of you, no nothing
he should be glad, right? you listened to him and for some reason, the string was listening too. so why was guilt forming in his chest?
maybe that guilt was exactly the reason why for the first time since his resurrection, he was now following the string. under his broken helmet, his pants were deep and heavy as one hand held firmly on his side to stop the blood that was gushing out of his wound— what a way to end the night
the only reason why jason was even following the string were two reasons: his safehouse was too far and despite his efforts to drive you away, he wanted to see your face one last time if it meant this was really the end for him— again
he imagined seeing you again more times than he wanted to admit over the past few weeks— you angry at him, or you ignoring him, or you slamming a door in his face after all the shit he said, you get the gist
he landed on your balcony with a thud, a groan of pain leaving his lips. jason’s now visible eye went on your window, open and as if welcoming him in.
“amazing survival skills” he murmured to himself but nevertheless, entered through the window. the second his boots hit your floor, jason nearly collapsed, catching himself against the wall with a sharp inhale.
his gloved hand pressed harder against the wound at his side, blood seeping between his fingers and dripping steadily onto your hardwood as he glanced down at the mess. at this rate, your security deposit would have already been gone if it were someone else breaking into your apartment
for one second, jason wondered if you weren’t home, taking in how quiet the apartment was— too quiet
until he heard movement, enough for his entire body to automatically tense and his other hand instinctively twitching toward the pistol strapped to his thigh
it wasn’t until you appeared from the hallway and immediately froze in horror from the sight of jason covered in blood and barely able to stand in the middle of your living room.
“holy shit” you murmured to yourself, eyes going down to the blood pooled beneath his boots. and when you finally snapped out of it, you immediately ran to a nearby cabinet as jason watched you scramble through it with shaky hands, tossing aside random supplies until you finally found a first aid kit shoved near the back
the sight did something uncomfortable to his chest because of how terrified you looked— not of him, for him
“wonder who the fuck would have their window open at night in gotham” he rasped, trying and failing to sound unaffected.
“shut up” you shot back immediately, voice tight with panic as you rushed back toward him with the med kit in your hands. “why are you even talking right now?” “pretty sure talking is a good sign” “you’re dripping blood on my floor” “yeah, noticed that”
your glare snapped up to him, meeting his visible eye. if you weren’t in such a hurry, you would think as to how pretty and green his eyes were. “this isn’t funny” jason opened his mouth, ready to reply with another sarcastic respond until he saw your expression properly, how your hands were trembling and your eyes— despite the glare— were panicked
the realization hit harder than expected, making his visible eye slowly drop away from yours. “sorry” he muttered. the word sounded foreign coming out of him, making you blink in shock then, you crouched quickly in front of him as you opened the first aid kit with trembling fingers. “sit down before you pass out” “i’m fine” “just sit the fuck down” jason let out a weak breath that almost sounded like a laugh before finally pushing himself off the wall, the movement immediately making pain rip through his side hard enough to blur his vision for a second. “fuck—" you grabbed his arm instantly to steady him and slowly bring him down. the red thread around your fingers flared bright at the contact— both of you noticed it, yet neither of you acknowledged it
once jason was lowered onto the edge of your couch, he slowly took his hand off from his wound and the damage looked worse up close— much worse. blood soaked through the torn fabric near his ribs, dark and heavy. but thankfully, it wasn’t that deep for you to work with-- though you had to make sure your eyes didn’t trail anywhere else because of how jacked he was
and there you were, cleaning up the blood and stitching up the wounds of the man who your fate was tied to— the same man who told you to stay away from him and was now in your apartment
jason’s visible eye was on your hands, watching you stitch up his wound efficiently despite them shaking not too long ago. “you’re good at this” he murmured, ignoring how your touch felt right on his skin “i’d be crazy not to” you responded, eyes fixed on his wound as you didn’t pause. “this is gotham” “but your crazy to have your window op-" a hiss left jason’s lips when he felt you purposely tighten the stitches to shut him up, making him glare at you while you were looking down at his wound, holding back your laugh
for some reason, that sight was enough for his expression to immediately and the guilt to increase. he was nothing but bad to you, and here you were— stitching him up. “what happened to ‘staying away’?” you broke the silence with a question that lingered quietly in your apartment— too quietly. jason’s eye stayed fixed on your hands for a minute longer before dragging his gaze up to your face— where he could see the exhaustion beneath your own eyes due to fighting the string for weeks
it did nothing but twist the guilt deeper
he was silent, but you didn’t expect an answer from him. you tied off the stitch carefully before reaching for gauze as jason watched you the entire time, an unreadable expression underneath the broken helmet sitting crooked on his head before breaking the silence
“i didn’t have anywhere else to go” your hands on the gauze paused for a second and of course, jason noticed. “safehouse was too far” he continued roughly, like forcing the words out physically hurt him. “and i lost too much blood to make it across the city” “but you still came here” you murmured, slowly looking up at him. jason’s jaw tightened immediately like a silent nod to your words. and as if hearing the entire conversation, the thread around his finger glowed faintly at the question
you both looked at it, then away. once you finished bandaging his wounds, you looked up to take a proper look at his helmet— broken with his right eye and cheekbones visible.
your hands slowly reached, but they stilled midway the moment you saw him flinch, his eye sharpening on instinct with caution-- like he was waiting for you to pull away the second you saw too much of him your hands turned into a slight fist before slowly lowering them down. “sorry” you murmured in instinct. “i just thought it looked uncomfortable”
silence filled the apartment again and jason stared at you for a long second. you didn’t push or insist, you didn’t ask what was underneath or try to peek past the broken pieces of his helmet. even after weeks of him avoiding you, threatening you, and pushing you away, you were still careful with him
“… its fine”
“what?” jason hesitated, but slowly— almost painfully slow— he reached up and tapped the cracked edge of his helmet with two fingers. “you can take it off” he said quietly, almost as if he was unsure himself your breath caught slightly. vigilantes protected their identities with their lives, especially red hood— the man with walls so high around himself that even fate itself struggled to climb over them. yet here he was, wounded and exhausted on your couch, giving you permission to see him— really see him
“are you sure?” you asked softly to double check, like he didn’t give you permission. “just—" jason swallowed thickly before looking away from you entirely. “before i change my mind” you reached toward him again but carefully, like he might bolt if you moved too fast. and this time, he didn’t flinch.
your fingers brushed against the cold material of the helmet. and despite the bruises covering his body, despite the blood loss and exhaustion, the gentlest touch from you still made his entire body tense up
slowly, you lifted the broken helmet from his head. the second it came off completely, jason exhaled sharply as if he had been holding his breath the entire time. and god, you understood immediately why he hid himself so well— not because he was ugly, but because he was the most gorgeous man you've ever laid eyes on
dark hair messy from sweat and rain, a white streak in his hair, bruises painted across sharp cheekbones, slight scars around his face with a J marked on his cheek, a split lip and exhaustion carved deep beneath both green eyes that almost looked unreal this close
jason todd was unfairly beautiful in the most devastating way. but it was the vulnerability of it all that hit the hardest because without the helmet, he looked younger somehow— less like the red hood and more like a man who was simply tired
his gaze flickered nervously across your face, searching for something— anything like disappointment that he was the person you were bound to your whole life, regret even
but all you did was stare at him softly, a look he wasn’t used to getting from anyone you placed the helmet down, eyes tracing over every bruise and scar without flinching once. he looked away, not wanting to see disgust form in your eyes— but it didnt, it never did. instead, your expression softened when you saw jason avoid your eyes
then, he felt your hand against his jaw— gently, carefully— and slowly tilting his face back toward you, his breath caught from how close you were “you know” you whispered softly, eyes flickering between his eyes and lips. “for someone who spent weeks trying to scare me away….” your thumb brushed lightly over the split in his lips before looking up at him. “… you’re really bad at it”
a weak huff of breath almost escaped him, sounding between a laugh and a scoff. “yeah?” he murmured, making you nod with a small smile. “yeah” jason could feel the red thread glowing brighter around his finger, feeling it’s pulse all the way up to his wrist. but for once, it didn’t feel suffocating— it just felt like you his gaze dropped briefly to your lips before immediately darting back to your eyes after catching him. but you noticed it anyway, of course you did “jason” he murmured quietly. “my name is jason.” his voice sounded clearer now that his helmet was off but the roughness was still there to you, red hood’s name, jason, fit him just right. “jason” you murmured back, as if testing it on your tongue and god did that make his heart beat faster you murmured your name back and so did jason, repeating it to you to test it as both of you slowly leaned closer to each other without realizing it. you gave him more than enough time to pull away, but the way he was leaning closer with his eyes on your lips again without realizing gave you all the permission you needed
carefully, you softly press your lips aginst his, and you could feel jason completely freezing
his entire body locked up from your touch like he didn’t know what to do with something so gentle. your lips were warm against his split ones, patient even. you made sure to give him room to pull away if he wanted too
and maybe that was exactly the reason why he slowly kissed you back
a shaky breath escaped through jason’s nose before his hand suddenly came up to your jaw, feeling his rough calloused fingers holding you with a care that felt almost contradictory to everything about him
he leaned into you slowly at first, like he was learning how to do this without expecting it to be taken away. his lips moved against yours carefully despite the sheer intensity behind it and every bit of restraint cracking apart little by little
you let out a soft sound against his mouth and fuck, that sent a shiver down his body, nearly ruining him. he couldn’t focus on the red string that was flaring brighter by each touch, all he could focus on was you
jason’s other hand slid instinctively to your waist, pulling you closer. but the movement made him hiss quietly, remembering the stitches you placed on his sides. despite that, he still didn’t let go— he didn’t want to, anyway. because for the first time since crawling out of the lazarus pit, jason felt warm. alive
both of you slowly— almost reluctantly— pull back just enough to breath, your foreheads resting together as both of you let out small pants. jason’s green eyes stayed half lidded on yours, dazed in a way he would absolutely deny later “.. shit” he whispered weakly, making you blink once out of your trance. “that bad?” a breathless laugh left him, but a real one, quiet and disbelieving as his thumb brushed against your check. “no, and that’s the problem.” before you could comment on that, you caught his gaze dropping briefly from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes “do that again” he murmured, already leaning in for another taste of your lips, a taste you would gladly give him again
maybe, maybe the red string wasn’t another burden for jason to carry like he thought it was. maybe it was his second chance at life, and his first chance with you
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Hai...... Jason Todd / Red Hood stamps/blinkies/userboxes? :3 He's a comfort character rn
ⵌ , Stamp / Blinkie / Userbox Request ” . . .
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vampire!jason who comes back from the dead with a thirst that can’t quite be quenched. he’s horrified with himself the first time he grabs a graveyard worker and drains him of his blood. his hands soaked in crimson, he falls on his ass in a panic, blinking and breathing hard.
vampire!jason whose first thought is to find you, his best friend. he’d had a crush on you, sure, but that was before he was kidnapped and killed in an explosion. before someone had coaxed him into drinking some red wine that he didn’t know was laced with vampire blood. before he had died with it in his system in that very same explosion.
vampire!jason who watches over you for the first day. shivering with a jacket he took from a clothing line, he watches you move throughout your day. noticing how the light had seemed to leave your life in the same way his had. watching you walk home by yourself through the shadows. watching your routine and yearning to touch your soft skin. he averted his gaze when you changed your clothes but he felt his desire growing stronger than it had ever been before he died.
from across the street he swore he could smell you, just faintly. shutting his eyes as his imagination peaked and the cold winds did nothing to soothe the deep heat he felt. the clothes you changed into draped over your body and he recognized the shirt as his own. with a heavy gulp he made his way closer without realizing it.
oh how he wanted and needed you dearly.

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36 Questions to Fall In Love
ch. 9
jason todd x reader
5683 • series masterlist
summary: jason thinks he is invincible after the retreat. the world (and his mind) proves him wrong
wc: 2.3k
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Questions used: 10. If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?
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36 Questions to Fall In Love
ch. 10
jason todd x reader
5683 • series masterlist
summary: your soulmate has ghosted you? time to become an international terrorist.
wc: 5.3k
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Questions used: 10. If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?
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Burial Rites (Jason Todd x Reader)
Pairing: Jason Todd | Red Hood x Reader
Warnings: Major Character Death, Resurrection, Came Back Wrong, Reader has she/her pronouns
Summary:
She'll hate you, Bruce wanted to say.
Because Jason did.
She wouldn't want anything to do with you, Bruce wanted to say.
Because Jason didn't.
You're going to spend the rest of your life knowing that, given the chance, you would do it all over again.
Years after Bruce used the Lazarus Pit to resurrect him, Jason realizes that he's willing to commit the same sins his father did.
Burial Rites (Jason Todd x Reader)
Pairing: Jason Todd | Red Hood x Reader
Warnings: Major Character Death, Resurrection, Came Back Wrong, Reader has she/her pronouns
Summary:
She'll hate you, Bruce wanted to say.
Because Jason did.
She wouldn't want anything to do with you, Bruce wanted to say.
Because Jason didn't.
You're going to spend the rest of your life knowing that, given the chance, you would do it all over again.
Years after Bruce used the Lazarus Pit to resurrect him, Jason realizes that he's willing to commit the same sins his father did.
big man = big cuddles
Jason Todd/Reader, 598 words -> no cw, gn!reader
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The best place is in Jason's arms. Jason Todd/Reader

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Hi!✨ Sorry if I'm disturbing you, I saw your requests were open and I just have to say your smaus/chat fics are so fun to read!!
I had this idea for a bit if you're ok with it, no worries otherwise (it's a bit suggestive so Idk). It kind of came out in a chat with my bf, we were complaining about all the books I needed to buy for Uni and randomly came out with the idea of selling feet pics (as a joke obv).
So I was thinking It could be fun to see how would the Batfam (your choice who,could be others too) react if Reader randomly texted they were thinking of selling feet pics because Idk some prices keep rising. I just think It would be fun to see who in your mind would agree to this or be horrified by the idea.
Thank you in advance, you're doing amazing! Hope you have a nice day/night ✨
Selling what now??
featuring: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Wally West
A/N: Absolutely obsessed with this idea omg. But I swear books for uni cost so much like damn💔 My bad for wanting to learn ig?😭 Also, thank you so muchhhh, I’m glad you like my fics🫶🏻 Anyways, I hope you enjoy this<33
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dead serious normalize having an average boring ass life where you have enough to meet your needs we do not need to be remarkable we just need to be alive