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He Has Me

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Jason needs to be in control after a dangerous night on patrol.

Pairing: Jason Todd x OC (1st person)

Warnings/Promises: SO MUCH SMUT, angsty smut, mentions of previous death, bondage, little-spoon Jason

Word Count: 850

Note: Trying a different style. Please let me know what you think! As always, tag lists and requests are open. Enjoy! 

The first hint that he was home was the sudden drop in temperature. With a sigh, I took the bait and got up to close the window. Before my hands could leave the sill, he was pressing against me and kissing at my neck.

“Rough night?” I asked. I bit my lip and tilted my head to give his lips more access.

“Mhmm. Need you.”

With a click of the remote, the tv was off, silencing the ongoing news report about the warehouse fire by the bay. Earlier, panic had been all I could feel until I saw the blip of a motorcycle escaping the flames. I had been there that other night too. Racing Joker’s depravity and time. My bike had skidded to a stop just behind Bruce’s. I remember being frozen while the caped crusader ran into the heat, then my silence as he brought out my childhood friend’s body. I quit. He was gone, and no amount of justice could replace him. Then he came back. He came back for Joker… and for me. We both continued to grow up. Bruce had Alfred and the Batcave. Dick had Oracle. 

Jason had me.

He turned me around to cup my face in his hands. His lips were still cold, probably always would be. They set a fire in me anyways. I unbuckled the several clasps binding him in his gear. Jason ripped the fabric off his shoulders, growling if it didn’t leave him fast enough. My clothes were left in a crumpled line as he walked me back to our bedroom, falling on top of me when my legs hit the side of the mattress.

“What do you need, Jason?” I said between kisses.

“Can… can I use the cuffs?”

It almost made me smile. “Of course.” If he had given me room to speak, I would have told him I needed them too. Instead, he helped my up the bed so I could spread my arms to the posts. He took the cuffs from the nightstand and asked me again if it was okay. I attached the first set myself. With the second click, I arched into his mouth as he kissed down my chest to my breasts. He laved over one tip, then palmed over it as he moved to the second.

I let out a shuddered breath as his other hand feathered down my stomach. Jason hummed into my mouth to find the slick already between my thighs. One finger, then two curled gently. When they began to scissor me open, my hips thrust up to meet him.

“Let me see you cum,” he murmured against my skin. He bit into the curve of my neck, just enough to make me gasp.

A drop of water would have sizzled on my skin. Any air that passed my lips came out in a raspy cry. As he moved his fingers faster and deliberately, my vision darkened until all I could do was feel. Feel his hot breath on my neck. His body warm but still chilled on mine. The sparks of pleasure that he created with his touch on my breasts and between my legs. My mouth parted, desperate for more oxygen. Jason was there to steal it.

With a shudder that quaked through my whole body, I blubbered into his mouth. Jason smirked and continued to pulse his movements. I came again, going rigid and shivering against the restraints.

“Please-“

“I’m here.”

Jason unlocked the cuffs, gently rubbing my wrists and kissing away the ache. Then he was moving. He set himself between my legs, pushing my thighs back as far as I could go. Slowly and careful of my sensitivity, he worked into my sex a bit at a time. We both gave a low groan as he came to a stop, fully sheathed and gasping as my walls adjusted. A few breaths later I was gripping his hip, urging him to move. He did. I did my best to meet his thrusts, but the build from his earlier escape and his need and my needing him made it nearly impossible to raise my hips against the force. Even with knowing him for so long, he still felt impossibly deep.

“Open your eyes, baby. Let me see you.”

It took so small effort, but I did. And the view was worth it. His blue gaze was bright but shadowed with desire. With me completely under his control, his pace quickened. He hissed as my nails dug into his skin, leaving a mix of half-moons and long red welts. I gave a jolt. He faltered. Jason reached down and pinched my clit, sending me over. He shouted, following me and thrusting a few more times to ease us down before gently pulling out.

Jason fell to one side. Taking a strengthening breath, I rolled over and wrapped him in my arms. He buried his head into my chest. I stroked his hair, listening to his breathing as it evened out. Before long, he was asleep. I tightened my embrace, then followed him into slumber.

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Compromise

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The Reader tries to give blood, but there are complications. Dick and the Reader have a heart-to-heart to come to a compromise about donating.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

Warnings/Promises: giving blood, passing out, mention of unfriendly needles, food mention, fluff, angst

Word Count: 880

Note: I tried to give blood the other day and it did not go well. The circumstances are a little different in the fic, but here’s hoping it connects with a few of you. Please let me know if it did, or if you have your own donation stories. All likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Please enjoy!

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A harsh white light filled your sight as you blinked. Blurry figures flittered in and out of your vision, slowly congealing into nurses as they moved around other participants. One figure hovered closer than the others. They were saying something but hearing and understanding took a few more seconds.

“Y/N? Wake up, please. Can you hear me? Y/N?” Dick’s face came into focus and you smiled. He was in his police uniform.

“Hey, baby. What are you doing here?” You tried to lift your hands to cup his face, but it hurt too much to lift your left arm.

Dick glanced down at your arm and kept you from moving it. “One of the guys on duty recognized you and called me on dispatch when you passed out. What are you doing here?”

“Giving blood.” Oh yeah. Lightheadedness and then darkness. “Or trying too.”

As the nurse began to check the wrap on your arm, you made the mistake of looking down. Your vision swam again seeing the quick bruising around the needle site. Dick turned your face back to look at him. His eyes glinted with a flash of panic.

“No. Breath with me.” He led you through a breathing exercise, distracting you from… everything. By the time the nurse pulled your billowy sleeve down to cover the site you were both calmer.

“You’re good to go,” she said. “We got almost a full pint, so we should still be able to use it. Thank you for trying.” She handed you an ice-cold apple juice and spoke to Dick. “Give her a few minutes before letting her up. She’s probably going to be unstable for a hot second.”

Dick shook his head as the nurse went to help another donator. “I thought you weren’t going to try again?”

“But I want to help!” You wriggled to sit up a bit, then realized how leaned back they had you. “The last time was only bad because I tried it with my right arm last time. It was too thin and…”

“And the needle went through your vein. And you were bruised for over two weeks. And you have passed out or nearly passed out every time you’ve given, if you were even successful.” He sighed and rested his forehead on yours. “I don’t want you to keep risking your health.”

You snorted. “Like you don’t do that every day wearing either of your blue uniforms. Dick, I may not be able to fight the bad guys like you do, but I can give blood every once in a while. What’s a quick nap if I can help someone?” You studied his face. “Why does this scare you so much? You know I am safe here. It’s not Gotham.”

“I know, it’s just…” Dick looked around the room. “When you pass out, there’s nothing I can do to help you. You have to wake up on your own, and that scares me.” He gave your right hand a short tight squeeze. “I can’t save you.”

He looked guilty. Like it was his fault that your body was so adamant about not giving. Like it was his fault that you hadn’t told him you were going to try again. You felt guilty for not telling him.

“How about this?” You gathered your thoughts as Dick watched you intently. “You don’t like it, but I’m just as stubborn as you are so I’m going to keep trying. But I’ll tell you next time. We’ll make a day of it. You can take me to lunch, stay with me and hold my hand during the donation, and then take care of me afterward. You can save me by making sure my system is ready.” You bit your bottom lip when Dick didn’t react at first. “Thoughts? Worries? Suggestions?”

Dick’s temples flexed as he clenched his jaw. “You’re right. I don’t like it.”

“Richard,”

“And you’re right again. You are stubborn enough to keep trying.” He thought for a few more seconds. “I understand why you want to give. And I’m glad you see my side of things.” Again he paused. You fought against holding your breath. “I’ll ask off on days you want to donate, but I would like to keep it closer to four months between donations instead of the usual two allowed.”

“So you miss less work. I can agree to that.” You smiled. Dick did too.

“Cool. I would also like to take you to a doctor to see if we can do something different so you don’t pass out.” Dick looked away and mumbled under his breath, “and if they tell you not to give, all the better. Less stress all around.”

“I heard that,” you said at the same whisper level. You giggled. “If we are in agreement… where are you taking me for lunch?”

He laughed. “How about the Mediterranean place on Fourth? They have a great lentil soup with spinach. The best iron foods in one place for a hero.”

“Sounds good.” You leaned into his touch and he ran his thumb across your cheek. “Thank you for listening to me.”

“Back at you. Now let’s see how many packages of Oreos we can get away with before they run us out of the joint.”

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S = Smut     A = Angst   F = Fluff    AR = Answered Request

Red Hood/Jason Todd

   Two Hoods, One Revenge (S)

   Supply Shop (S)

   He Needs Me

   Midnight Run (Implied S)

   Whispers (S)

   Your Favorite Game (S)

   Welcome to Gotham (F)

   Race to the Top (S)

   He Has Me (A, S)

Nightwing/Dick Grayson

  Hey Bartender (A)

  Hickey Victory (F)

  Compromise (A, F, needles)

  I Can Save You (A, F, needles and influenza)

  We’re Closed (Plot, F, implied S)

  The Best of Darkness (S)

 Batman/Bruce Wayne 

  A Night at the Theater (S)

Other: Original Work and Series

Batfam: Imagine Thanksgiving   

A Nightly Affair: (S) Nightwing keeps mistaking your apartment for his and you two grow very close. Very. Close. So close as to put you in danger, unless Nightwing can find you first. [Series Masterlist] 

  The Kissing Thief:  (S) Y/N gets fed up with Dick Grayson hiding mistletoe all over the manor, and suggests an alternate activity. The ‘alternate activity’ continues all year. No plot, just smut and fluff. [Series Masterlist]

He Needs Me

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Jason tries to persuade Y/N from moving out of their apartment.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Angst, swearing, heart pain

Word Count: 1100+

Note: I had a bad day. Didn’t feel like writing fluff to make it better.

You were packing when the door slammed. You didn’t turn to look at him. Just keep packing. Roll the t-shirts. Fold the pants.

“What is this?” Jason asked, voice cold and hurt. You ignored the slip of paper crumpled in his fist.

“Goodbye.”

“Why?”

He met you at the dresser, but you had just finished emptying it. Jason braced himself against it as you moved onto the closet and filling your duffel. Your mind swam with everything you wanted to tell him. He poured out questions.

“Is it the missions? The going out every night? The danger? What?”

You took a deep breath to keep your voice level. Even then it wavered towards the end. “No. I knew all about that months ago. I want to know where you’re going, who you’re fighting. I want to be home base, not just a warm body to hold after a winter patrol.” Another deep breath. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. “I said as much in the letter.”

He reached out to catch your arm as you walked past, but you jumped away as if his fingers would brand you.

“Y/N, please. Just… sit down, so we can talk about this.”

“Now you want to talk?” You threw the clothes onto the bed and spun to face him. “You are too tired at night to talk. Asleep in the morning when I make breakfast. Gone on patrol before I finish. Then you sit on rooftops all day hacked into the Batman’s coms for something to do. There is no room to breathe around you, Jason!”

“No, you know that is not the whole truth” Jason held up a hand and then pointed at you. “I know what you’re going to say next. We have discussed that. At length. I’m not pulling you into this any more than I already have.”

“Bullshit. You’ve told me before I’m as good a hacker as Dick. I’ve held my own against Damian in sparring, something even you have trouble doing. And I’m still human enough to see the big picture when you or Bruce can’t. If you guys are even talking to one another.”

Jason rushed forward and gripped your shoulders. “That’s what I’m worried about. I don’t want you to lose that. Not like I have.”

Don’t you do it. Not the face. I refuse to just bend because you pull the face. Don’t you dare?

With a sigh, his shoulders slumped. His hands slid down your arms till he could hold your hands in his. It could be the hottest summer on record and his would feel like ice. You looked out the window, at your suitcase, at the empty dresser and closet. But he tilted up your chin so he could look into your eyes. So you squeezed them shut.

He chuckled under his breath, “and I’m the stubborn one.” He rubbed thumb across the side of your cheek. “Please open your eyes, Y/N.”

No. No. No. No. No.

You cracked them just enough to satisfy him, but it was enough to get pulled into his. How deep they were. How much the toll of death and missions had taken out of him over the years. They were the eyes of a soldier who’s seen too much. Broken.

“I don’t want you to get hurt, or killed, or…” he started. You let him squeeze your hands while he worked out the words. “I don’t want you to lose that spark of life in your eyes. The way you smile when it rains. How you grumble under your breath when people walk slowly in the park or at the grocery. The way you hum pleasantly in your sleep. You are perfect, Y/N. I can’t risk destroying you.”

You ripped your hands out of his.

“And how destroyed will I be the night you don’t come back? I don’t want to be in the field with you, Jason! I want to have your back from here. You won’t let Dick or Bruce in, why not me? I want to be able to talk with you during a patrol. I want to hear you laugh as you bring justice to this God forsaken city. I want to be here to patch you up so you don’t have to do it in an alley somewhere before you come home.”

“I’m a different man out there, Y/N.” Jason stepped back from you, voice low and different than anything you heard from him before. “I’m harder. Cruel. You might hear a man on coms that you’ve never met before. I know you. You hold the weight of the world on your shoulders when you can’t help your elderly neighbor bring her groceries up the stairs. You are too kind and bright to listen to me at my darkest.” He clenched and unclenched his fists till his voice cracked back to normal. “I don’t bring it home because I need the light you have. I need the reminder that humanity is good. If you see the depravity like I do, I won’t be able to claw our way out.”

He needs me. Oh God, help me. He needs me. I can’t stay. I can’t keep living like this. But he needs me. I’m going to worry about him no matter what apartment I live in. Distance might help. But he needs me. If we can’t be broken together, then he can be broken by himself, like he was before. But he needs me. I pulled him back from that edge.

He needs me. He needs me. He needs me.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. The taxi was here to drive you to your new place across town.

“The taxi’s here, isn’t it?”

You nodded.

“Across town?”

“What makes you think I’m staying in this city? I’ve got college friends in Star City.”

You could feel him shifting his focus between the phone and your face. You were worried he would call your bluff.

“Please don’t go.”

He needs me.

But I don’t need him.

“I have to go.” You quickly zipped the cases shut and stacked them to leave in one trip. You didn’t look back all the way down the hall, or down the stairs, or shoving the suitcases into the trunk of the taxi. But you took one last look before getting in.

He was standing in the window. Blinds parted. Like he’d done when you moved in. He kissed two of his fingers and pressed them to the glass. You didn’t kiss back. You didn’t look back as the taxi drove away.

I don’t need him. I don’t need him. I don’t need him.

Right?


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