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⋆ Lettie, she/her. 25.

⋆ Big fanfic writer, little fanfic reader.

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Best question EVER. Yes, very much so. I'll limit it to five!

Leave, Whirr

Angel, NewDad

Passionate Highs, Snow Strippers (honorable mention goes to already dead by the same band)

Crimewave, Crystal Castles

Hi there!

I'm so glad you asked this <3 The answer is yes, 100%!

I am actually quite an experienced x reader writer - I haven't written x readers in about two years but I had quite a popular blog for a different character for about six years. When I ran that blog, every fic I posted was gender neutral unless it was a multichapter or had smut, which is an approach I want to use again for this profile. While the main thing I have going on with this blog is my multichapter In the Lowlight, and about half of my reqs have been smut, I believe the remaining oneshots I did are gender neutral :') You can find them here, here, and here.

I will say: I appreciate that you sent this ask, because after doing a quick skim of those oneshots I linked, I think I can do a better job at making sure I'm not unintentionally coding the reader as female (while the pieces are gender neutral, there's a couple phrases I could have written around to ensure there wasn't an undercurrent of female reader/body/clothing). You can expect to see improvements on my end regarding that! I'm grateful it was brought to my attention.

hehehehe always!

Starting with next month's chapter (may), we'll start to see some scenes from when mags lived in bludhaven. when i was outlining the fic, i had a whole subplot about how she joins a local band in the same vein as evanescence, paramore, etc. etc. as lead singer and found some release in that (also there were going to be some cute scenes of dick supporting her at shows). i had to let it go because part of mags' character is her very deliberate and intentional exit from the public eye, and even if being in the band would have been an outlet, it still contradicted her rejection of fame/being visible in general.

Best ask ever because I love them all so much (even Damien, despite my inability to work him into itl) and I am so glad that fact is being conveyed!

Yes, but not in a fun way.

Jason is jealous even though he knows better. He feels envy creeping up inside him when he knows he shouldn't.

It's just hard, because the world didn't end when Jason was tortured. It all kept going. He can make peace with the fact he was separated from you for so long, but the fact other people go to be around you in that time? People who don't love you like he does, who don't even know how lovely you are? Who don't know the first thing about how to cherish you?

It makes Jason sick.

I think Jason carries a lot of resentment over the time he missed with you, but because he can't recognize that's where his feelings are coming from, it can manifest in misplaced jealousy. If you want to hang out with your friends, he may feel like you'd rather be around them than him, and if you need alone time, he wonders if he's done something wrong.

Jason's doubts are at their worst when he sees you interacting happily with Dick or Tim, though: they've had the privilege of knowing you with no extended absences, and they've been around you more than Jason has been able to. When he sees you laugh with them, maybe give them a hug or rest a hand on their shoulder, he can't help but wonder why you feel the need to do those things when he 's right here. Jason is back, so what do you need anyone else for?

It's worse with Dick, of course. Jason always felt second rate compared to the original Boy Wonder, and seeing how close the two of you are triggers something in him.

"Do you wish you were with him?" Jason asks you in a low voice one night, locking the door to your apartment after visiting the manor. He should have known by the way you looked at him that the implication is unfounded, but he can't help it. You open your mouth, then close it.

"I don't know where this is coming from," you say, kicking off your shoes and walking to the living room.

"Really?" Jason challenges as he follows you. "You couldn't seem to leave him alone the whole night."

"I was with you the whole night. I never left your side." You sit on the couch, drawing your knees towards your chest. You look upset, and Jason doesn't want you to be, but he feels so angry. He doesn't know what to do with the emotion. "He's your brother, Jason, and you wouldn't even talk to him. He tried to involve you, like, six times. You just sat there. What were we supposed to do with that?"

"So you just had to laugh at all his jokes? Hang on everything he said?" You had been so good to Jason, squeezing the hand he had on your thigh under the table the whole night just to let him know you were thinking of him. He knows you don't want Dick, that Dick is with Kori. You stare him down.

"Dick is important to me," you tell him quietly. "But he's not you. I know you know that, Jason."

It's so simple, the way you see right through Jason, and it makes him deflate. You see it in his posture, the way the fight goes out of him. You extend your hand, and Jason takes it. He lets you tug him towards the couch, lays down with his head in your lap. You begin to scratch his scalp, massage his neck. Jason feels so safe with you. He's not sure he deserves it.

"I'm sorry," he finally says. You're quiet for a bit longer.

"It's hard for me to listen to you speak to me like that," you admit. "I waited for you, Jason. The whole time you were gone, I thought about you. I... I hope that's something you can fall back on when you're feeling this way."

Jason tries to take your words to heart. The image of you waiting for him is bittersweet: he doesn't want to think of you being upset. You deserve better than that.

For anyone wondering - this message is referring to this ask.

18+ mdni.

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Jason could go down on you for hours.

For Jason, sex is a very intimate thing, and in a lot of ways, eating you out feels more personal than piv. Jason lives for the level of closeness that oral provides.

And Jason is good at giving head. He knows how to read your body: the shake of your thighs, the tug you give his hair, the way your eyes glaze over when he does something that's just right. Jason is so in tune with what you like, what you need, and that translates to the bedroom. He has so much to give.

But thing is, Jason is also good at going down on you because he likes it so much. His goal is to give you pleasure, of course, but after he does, he'll just keep going. He'll spread you out on the bed, lay between your legs, and eat. Provided he has your permission, Jason will keep giving you head even as you drift in and out sleep. Maybe you'll wake up as Jason pulls lazy orgasm after lazy orgasm from you, or maybe you won't, your limbs becoming loose and relaxed underneath him.

The first few times this happens, you wonder why Jason is so enamored with the act, but then you realize... it's his senses. Jason was deprived of so much when Joker stole him, and even now, he's rushed and weighed down: Jason inhales his food, using it as nothing more than a source of fuel, wears the heavy symbol of the Red Hood suit, hurriedly strokes himself on nights he can't see you just to get the itch scratched. When he's going down on you, everything is the opposite; Jason gets to cast off the armor, savor the taste of you, gently rut against the edge of the bed because he knows there will be time for him to take care of himself after. Being between your legs is one of the only instances in which Jason is allowed to be one-track minded, to throw everything else out the window for favor of losing himself to what's in front of him and to indulge in all those sensations he was robbed of for months.

Oh man, I think I am actually the worst person you could ask this, I'm sorry anon! I joined the fandom in November, but that's a generous way of phrasing it - I honestly just post my fics and log out. In the Lowlight is the first fic I've written since college (I actually used to be a Loki fic author), and I will say... man, it's harder to find time for fandom when you have a full-time job.

On top of that, I'm historically very picky when it comes to fic - particularly x readers - but I have found @morverenmaybewrites and I love her stuff! It's so suffocating in the best of ways - very consuming and immersive like some of my favorite horror authors. The emotion in her writing is so palpable, and she does a great job at giving her reader a personality without crossing over into I would never do that! territory, which I think is the trickiest part of being an x reader writer.

18+, mdni (just like my whole blog!).

Trigger warnings for PTSD.

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Give, for sure. Jason was deprived of so many senses when he was kidnapped, and going down on you is sensory overload in the best of ways: the feeling of your thighs on either side of Jason's head, the sound of your moans in his ears, your taste on his tongue. It's wonderful to him. He can't get enough of it.

Receiving, on the other hand... I'm probably in the minority with this, but in all honesty, I think Jason would really struggle with getting head. It's something you'd have to work up to doing regularly, because I think Jason would, in a way, view the act as violent. There's so much healing he has to do after his ordeal with Joker, and that's at its most apparent in both sexual and non-sexual intimacy.

To be clear, Jason doesn't have reservations in the beginning; he already loves your mouth. It's one of the softest parts of you, and while it isn't easy for him to accept affection, it helps when you offer. Jason knows, deep down, you wouldn't give him something unless you wanted to.

And so, when you do bring it up, Jason says yes. Of course he does. He's nervous but excited as you guide him to the old couch in your apartment, help him shuck his sweats off. He's hard just by the idea of what you're about to do, bucking into your palm. You're gentle with him, rubbing circles into the meat of his thigh with your thumb and pressing kisses up his shaft, a small smile on your lips when his breath catches. Feather light, you give the head the ghost of a kiss before catching Jason's eye one more time, and then you swallow him.

Jason does fine until he decides to watch you and sees how hard your jaw has to work to take him. Where other men might let it go to their head - your effort proof of their size - or maybe revere you because you're working so hard to please them, Jason perceives the heaviness of his cock on your tongue as trying to put something where it doesn't fit. And that's a feeling he remembers all too well: rope tied too tight in the indents of his wrists, a crowbar between his ribs. The gag you make when his tip touches the back of your throat, the little cough when you come up for air - he doesn't like those sounds. They're indicative of something invasive. Jason doesn't want to be the cause of that.

He'll pull away from you, vision blurring as he tries to figure out what's wrong, why he's reacting like this. He locks himself in your room, the one you've been kind enough to share with him, and he shakes, bile on his tongue as he thinks the image of your throat bulging with him. Jason cries like that, alone and confused, nursing his still-hard cock. It's miserable. He can't comprehend how something that feels so good can seem so wrong.

Jason doesn't know what to say when you come knocking. He has no excuse, and he's wondering if he should leave, bite the bullet and give you the chance to find someone who doesn't carry something awful on their shoulders. You deserve better than him. Leaving is the best thing he can do for you, and he assumes you're angry anyway, who wouldn't be, who hasn't been with him?

But when you open your mouth, nothing ugly comes out. You just say you're sorry, and that Jason doesn't have to do it again. You ask if you can touch him, try to give him some comfort - you and those offers, freely giving Jason so, so much. He doesn't know what to do with your kindness. But then, there's only two options: accept it, or don't.

Jason will follow you to bed, hold you and whisper apologies in your ear that you didn't ask for. He says he's sorry for what he did and how he reacted. Sorry for being the way he is, and not being able to stop it.

You aren't interested in any of it, but Jason needs to get it out of his system, so you let him talk before telling him he didn't do anything wrong. You repeat it until he's asleep.

Hey there anon!

I have two answers to this question: one that's simple and one that's very convoluted.

The simple answer is that I recently became friends with a woman who's two years older than her husband. They're high school sweethearts! I really enjoy them both and they're the happiest, most glowing couple I know. I kinda had them in mind while I was ironing out In the Lowlight's character details.

The more lengthy reason is that women are practically always younger than their male partners in media. I work in publishing, which (if you didn't already know) has seen a massive uptick in romance books in the past five years. In the more trendy/popular releases, the women are younger - usually by two years if the book isn't using the age gap trope - like nine out of ten times, and I kind of wanted to write something that doesn't reinforce the idea that women should be, typically, or are younger by default. To be clear, if you write something with a female protagonist who's younger than her male love interest, I don't think that's bad or inherently pushing some kind of weird 'women have to be younger' message. I'm more trying to say I made an active choice to specifically challenge a pattern I've observed.

Alsooooo... in addition to the typical two years apart thing, there's often a certain kind of power dynamic in romances and x readers that I just don't love, and it's the younger/smaller/helpless girl x older/more experienced/protector male trope. Again, there's absolutely nothing wrong with enjoying this kind of relationship, I think I just wanted to write an alternative, especially because they're a little harder to find. That's also part of why I chose to make the reader in itl a trained vigilante!

Anywayyyyyyy. It's not like my Jason Todd fanfiction is going to change anything, but it does feel like a small rebellion in a way. You really do gotta write what you want to read, I guess.

He likes to rub a hand over your cute little tummy, nip at the soft flesh of your thighs. He becomes borderline upsetting with the way he makes sure you eat, don't strain yourself by overexercising, etc. etc. He doesn't mean to be controlling, or even overbearing. It's just that you don't have train like he does, mold your body into a weapon you can use against others - Jason is there to do that. He'll shoulder that burden for you, because he was already doing it anyway, and he's so much more eager to something if he's doing it for you.

Jason interacts with his body like it's a cage, like it's something unnatural. He's too big, too solid, too torn up. And then there's you, pliant and glowing. You didn't grow up in Gotham's underbelly, fashioned into a tool others used for their own advantage. You were (are) just allowed to exist, naturally grow into the body you were built to live in.

Jason doesn't understand what you see in him, how you can look at him and find it in yourself to smile. The fact you're willing to touch him - press your body against his, welcome him inside you - is just beyond him. He can't comprehend it.

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In theory, you’re better at breaking up than Jason. You at least understand the concept.

Jason, however, can’t quite comprehend how to untangle himself from you. He doesn’t trust easy, hasn’t opened up to anyone the way he did with you. When that dynamic is supposed to change, or even disappear entirely, Jason just… can’t do it. 

Jason keeps an eye on you when you’re out and about at night, following you a few blocks to make sure you get wherever you need to be safely. He texts pictures of whatever makes him think of you throughout the day - things like your favorite plant or a cute cat. He always manages to end up at your door, and when you ask him what he’s doing, he just holds your gaze. Each time, you find yourself stepping aside to let him in.

You don’t know how to tell Jason to stop doing everything that a boyfriend does: make you meals, frown when you don’t finish them. Offer rides on his bike and let out a breath when you hold onto him tighter than strictly necessary. Place a hand on your waist when you’re reaching for something with a murmured I can get that for you.

“We can’t do this anymore,” you tell him months later, still orbiting around Jason like he’s the center of it all. “It hurts too much.” He’s so quiet, methodical as he regards you. Like he knew this was coming.

“More or less than if I weren’t here at all?”

It feels like he’s fighting dirty, because Jason knows you’re just as lonely for him as he is you. You could be the most celebrated, sought-after woman in Gotham, and it would still feel like nothing if you came home to an apartment devoid of any traces of Jason. And of course, Jason’s achieved it all, lauded over the drug scene, waltzed back into the Batfamily’s life, but there isn’t anything that brings him peace like seeing your eyes light up when you look at him.

There’s just such a heavy intimacy that can’t disappear overnight (over weeks, or months, maybe years…), so you exist in the in-between. Jason touches you everywhere, just not with his mouth. You say I’ll miss you when you leave the apartment instead of I love you. Jason seethes when a man at the bar puts a hand on your arm and you spend that night rubbing the spot raw with soap, but neither of you utter a word about it. 

“What was the point if it ends?” Jason asks one evening. He’s holding you in his arms, but you can’t seem to relax. You both lie there on the couch, stiff. “It has to mean something, right? So I can’t just leave.”

“It wouldn’t mean nothing if you did,” you’re responding without knowing if your thoughts are even worth saying. “Because we were happy, and comfortable, and that’s good. And each relationship teaches you something, so if nothing else, you can take that knowledge to the next…” you trail off, and Jason hugs you tighter. The thin cotton of your shirt rides up, and when Jason’s bare forearm touches the skin of your hip, you almost melt. 

“I don’t want there to be a next. I don’t want anyone else.” Jason is stubborn, almost childlike. In spite of it all, you laugh lightly.

“Yeah, me either,” you admit quietly. You can feel Jason’s breaths on the back of your neck. It’s a few moments before he speaks again.

“Maybe we can…” What? You want to ask him. Buy one of us a plane ticket out of the city? Wake up next to each other instead of just falling asleep? Tell Dick we’re over so that someone can actually hold us accountable? “Try again. Try harder.”

You know it takes everything out of Jason to be the one who says it out loud. 

“Most people don’t do a second round. Most people are all or nothing.” You aren’t sure why you’re so scared. You want this, too. You trace the groove of Jason’s knuckles with your fingertips.

“I don’t care what other people do.” You try to imagine deleting Jason’s number, leaving the knocks on the door unanswered, keeping your hands to yourself when his hair falls in his eyes. It doesn’t work, especially when his body is wrapped around yours. “I’m talking about you. Us.”

“Us,” you echo. That’s what you and Jason have been for so long. Clearly, neither of you are willing to let go. 

~

Jason Todd x vigilante reader. No smut, still 18+.

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The first time Jason lays eyes on you, you both have blood stained hands.

He hears your shout from a few streets down, comes running even though he's tired and on his way to one of the safehouses. It's been a thankless, dirty night, and Jason's ready to close his eyes (not sleep - Jason is rarely that lucky anymore. But maybe, just maybe, he can rest).

The reason he sprinted wasn't because you sounded scared. It was that you sounded exhausted, broken down and agonizing over the fact that this thing, whatever it could be, was happening again.

There's a figure in a heap at your feet, and everything is shiny: the man's bloody nose, your knuckles, your tear-stained cheeks. You look directly where Jason's eyes are under his helmet, and you stare so intently he wonders if you can see through it.

"Are you alright?" He asks, and he's not sure what he's expecting, but it isn't for your face to crumple, or to feel the overwhelming the compulsion to cradle you.

"It just never stops," you say in a daze. "I don't even know who I would be if this all were to end."

Jason doesn't know what you're talking about, but he's had the exact same feelings before. He isn't the same man after dying and coming back. Sometimes he wonders if that means he never came back at all.

"I'm going to help you," Jason promises, because in that moment, he feels like he's looking in a mirror.

Hello!

Yes, In the Lowlight will eventually have smut, but it will take awhile. I'm very into the whole in-love-but-have-never-(romantically)touched-one-another trope. And, of course, it makes narrative sense for that part of their relationship to develop later on. Reader and Jason have only just been reintroduced; they need to get to know each other again.

Additionally, most (if not all) sex scenes used as a way to further expand on Jason's trauma and showcase how it impacts every aspect of his life. Mags, the reader, also has some themes/experiences to unpack in that area.