Simple

simple

jason todd x gender neutral reader. 613 words.

notes:

warnings: vague descriptions of messy, yucky feelings on reader's part, including vague feelings of inadequacy.

"are you alright?"

a simple question.

theoretically a simple answer.

as you turned the question over in your mind, preparing an answer (simple question, simple answer, it could be simple) you heard him step through the doorway he was lingering in.

the sound- as quiet as it was- shook you from your muddied train of thought.

it was him. it was jason.

jason knew better than anyone it wasn't always simple.

and, just as importantly, jason- your jason- wasn't asking just to be polite.

holding onto those two points, you allowed yourself the complication and, instead of churning out an overly simplified response, you looked at him.

his brow was furrowed, but he gave you a small smile.

you attempted to return it.

given the way he moved further into the room, you weren't very successful.

he crouched next to your chair, looking up at you with soft eyes and a small frown. "what do you need?"

another simple question.

this time, you opted for the simple, honest answer. "i don't know."

his frown twisted into something of a pout, one of his hands coming up to rest on your leg and rub gentle circles into the side as he thought. "you should take a break."

"i can't." and when the simple answer wasn't enough, you continued. "i need to get this done."

it struck you, then, how something you love can also bring great frustration- his eyes, deep and thoughtful and completely focused on you, were usually one of your favorite sights on earth.

right now, they just made you feel like you were falling short somehow.

you looked away.

"okay," he said, voice calm and steady and warm in a way that you weren't sure you deserved. "can i come sit with you while you finish it?"

"if you want to."

he hummed, squeezing your leg gently as he stood up. "do you want anything while i'm up?"

"no, thank you."

"i'll be right back." he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and then he was gone.

the room was deafeningly quiet. intolerably still.

now there was a simple answer. you needed him.

the two minutes it took him to come back felt like twenty, but he eventually came back with two mugs of tea in one hand and a chair from the kitchen table in the other. "here, let me just-" he sent the chair next to yours, tilted so it faced you more than the desk, and paused as he met your eyes. "hm?"

"...can you sit with me?"

it sounded.... so stupid, considering that was his entire plan. but he seemed to understand, nodding seriously and setting the mugs on the desk. "i'm here."

"thank you."

he slid into the chair, tucked one leg up under the other and leaning forwards to take your hand in both of his. "of course."

it was so him, the way he said it. so jason it almost hurt. "of course," like he was commenting on the weather, "of course," like he was pledging his life to you, "of course," like the contradiction he was.

the surge of emotion in your chest was another contradiction: love, gratitude, anger, fear, all at once.

and he saw it, somehow. squeezed your hand gently, giving you an anchor.

"...this sucks."

"i know."

"i'm sorry."

"you have nothing to apologize for."

you gave him a flat look, tears pricking at your eyes.

"do i sound like i'm kidding?"

he did not.

you didn't bother to respond.

"i'm gonna stay right here until you finish this, and then we'll do whatever you want to do. a movie, sleep, whatever. okay?"

another simple answer. "okay."

I’ve been obsessed with soulmate AUs recently, so here’s a little idea i’ve been playing around with:

Everyone’s born with words somewhere on their body, unreadable at first. The skin is shiny, like an old scar, the words blurry and undefined. One day, you’ll see the first words you’ll ever hear your soulmate say to you, that shiny patch of skin blooming like ink (there’s superstitions about the colour your words fade into, as popular as astrology). The trick of the thing is, you won’t find out what your words are until you’ve become the person who is meant to hear them. The youngest person to get their words was seven, and the oldest 92 years young.

You and Jason meet at school, outsiders in your own way. You, the new transfer student to Gotham Prep, and Jason the newly adopted son of Bruce Wayne. You bond over your outsider status and shared interests, fast friends in no time. The kind of best friends that tell each other almost everything, comfortable in each other’s trust. Jason tells you about his fears that one day all of this, Bruce and Alfred, the manor, school, will disappear one day (he’s very careful to talk around being Robin, it’s not only his secret after all). He listens to you when you feel homesick, worried that you’ll never feel at home again. It’s a friendship built on shared secrets, on fears assuaged, and worries made better. You’ve never met Bruce or Alfred or the rest of Jason’s family. He asks you about it once, but you simply reply you prefer having Jason to yourself. That maybe one day you’ll meet, but for now your friendship is a private thing for you two alone.

Sometimes you and Jason will speculate about what your words will be, fingers tracing featherlight over still-shiny skin. Privately you hope your words will be his. It’s so easy to fall in love with Jason. The light in his eyes when he rants about the latest book he’s read, when he shares the biscuits Alfred packs for him, the way he listens to you so intently even if he doesn’t have all the answers. You can admit to yourself that you’re hopelessly in love with your best friend, but never out loud. Your friendship is one of the most important things in your life and you are terrified of destroying it.

When Jason dies, it’s like the whole world turns to ash. You never got to tell him. He died without knowing you loved him. His death rips you open like nothing ever has before, regret a constant salt in the wound. He never told you that he was thinking of leaving. It feels wrong at this point, to interrupt his family in their grief, another stranger claiming to have known their son. After all, how well did you really know him if you didn’t even know he was going to leave? Once you emerge from the fog of your grief, you turn it into fuel. You graduate and then hurry through a degree as quickly as you can. You take a position in a charity working with underprivileged children, determined that no child will ever be afraid of being tossed aside like Jason was. You make use of your Gotham Prep connections, rubbing elbows with the rich for just as long as it takes to pry open their wallets. Occasionally you see Bruce, or Dick, or the newest ward Tim at functions, always across the room before you quickly excuse yourself. You keep yourself so busy that when your words come in, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know…”, you barely give it a thought, just pulling the cuff of your shirt lower to cover your wrist. You never bother trying to read the rest of it. It doesn’t matter anymore.

Your world ends for a second time when you catch sight of the newspaper headlines at the local newsstand. “Lost Wayne son found alive” screams out at you, tearing into your heart bloody. You lose grip of your work bag, but manage not to lose your mind in the street. You call out sick, a first for you, and in your fog somehow make it to Wayne manor. You are indescribably rude to poor Alfred, pushing right past him, almost hypnotized by the voices coming from inside. A body tries to come between you, stopping you in your tracks. Years of grief, anger, and battered hope come roaring through you at the thought of being denied seeing Jason, alive after all this time. Your voice when it leaves you is dangerously low. “Jason Todd was my best friend and first love.” The body stiffens, but that doesn’t matter in this moment. “You are going to step aside and-” anything else doesn’t matter because a door is thrown open and there is Jason. Eyes wild, a good deal older and more scarred than before, but he’s alive. And then nothing else matters but the feel of his arms warm around you, the imprint of his jacket on your face, the smell of him largely unchanged. What catches your eye is the writing at the hollow of his throat, a stark black spreading across his collarbones.

“Jason Todd was my best friend and first love.”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you felt the same.”

(I’m actually so sorry, this ask ran away with me and turned into this monster, oh my god. This AU has me in a chokehold and i need to scream about it)

- 🍂 (@fic-over-cannon)

i’ve been hoarding this in my inbox for AGES because work has been so busy lately that i never seem to get enough downtime to come up with a coherent thought let alone the brain cells to read but.

tumblr user fic-over-cannon i need u to write this immediately so i can devour it. i’m such a sucker for the childhood friends to lovers with jason because it holds so much potential. and a soulmate au too!! i’m beside myself. the last few lines of this had me feeling like i was genuinely running to find him - i can just imagine the urgency and the pain that propels you forward like you might lose him all over again if you’re not fast enough this time (not unlike bruce, i’m realising)

sighing over this and weeping into my hands

Could you please do Bruce calming Tim from a panic attack or nightmare please? 🙏

AK Jason fluff to smut where he gifts her a J necklace

AN: WHOEVER THIS ANON IS I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE THE WAY YOU THINK????! these jason asks got me feeling some type of way/pos sorry this took 50 years i had writers block💔

A gift for you.

jason todd x fem!reader

warnings: smut :p

you’re at home, bored out of your mind waiting for your boyfriend to come back from patrol. it’s nearing 4 am and you’re finding it hard to stay awake. just as you’re dozing off, you hear the window from the front room open, followed by heavy footsteps. you already know it’s jason so you call out to him, giving him a tired greeting since you’re too tired to get up. he walks in, tactical gear still on but he has a small box in his hand.

“thought of you while i was on patrol. got you a little something.” you can’t see it, but you know he’s smirking under his helmet. he takes it off and places it on his nightstand, undressing and getting into some shorts afterwards. he’s sitting on the bed, waiting for you to open it. you sit up, confused, but you open the box anyway. you certainly weren’t expecting to lay your eyes on a pretty j necklace with a heart that says “i love you”. you gasp and look at him, wide eyed and jaw dropped.

he laughs, a sound you could play on repeat and it’ll instantly cheer you up. “jay, this is so beautiful” you say quietly, still marveling at it. “beautiful necklace for my beautiful girl.” you close the box and set it on your nightstand before kissing him softly, cupping his face. he pushes his tongue against your lips, silently asking you to part them, and you do. a soft moan leaves your throat at the feeling of both of your tongues intertwining.

he pulls away slowly, out of breath and eyes lidded. “baby, let me take care of you?” jason asks, eyes silently pleading. you give him a nod to which he responds “you know the rules sweetheart, use those words like a big girl.” your heart flutters as you part your lips to speak. “jason..please.” “please what, baby?” you groan, not in the mood for his cockiness tonight. “please just fuck me already” you whine out. he grins mischievously before pushing you down on the bed softly.

he slips your night shorts and panties off and hums in approval. “one kiss has got your pussy dripping? you’re so easy baby” he teased. he runs a finger up your folds and groans lowly, eyes zeroing in on your glistening cunt. “so pretty” he murmurs to himself before getting on his knees and kissing your thighs, leaving little bite marks as he goes. “please” you whimper, bucking your hips up in hopes of getting any friction. “so fucking needy, pretty girl.” within the blink of an eye, his mouth is on your pussy, eating you like a man starved.

you can’t help but to whine and moan as he eats you out, experienced tongue licking and sucking. it’s almost as if he’s got a map of your cunt memorized in his brain. within a few minutes, your moans went from small “jason please” and “oh fuck” to “right there!” “m’gonna cum”. next thing you know, you’re clenching around his tongue and creaming all over it, high pitched slurs of his name leaving your pretty lips. “there we fuckin’ go. atta girl.” you’re twitching and jason spreads your legs a little more, spitting on your pussy and then kissing it cause he’s a freak!

“jason please. wan’ you inside.” he gets back on the bed and pulls off his shorts and boxers. “who am i to deny my pretty girl?” he slides into you slowly, letting out a low moan. “oh fuck baby, you’re s’tight.” once both of you have settled, he starts moving slowly, giving you deep thrusts. “j-jason! fuck, it’s s’good” you whine out, arms wrapping around his neck. “yeah? it’s so good? y’want me to fuck you to sleep baby?” you’re moaning and nodding, so cock drunk you barely registered what he said. he lets out a small laugh and says “okay baby, i’ll fuck you to sleep cause you’ve been such a good girl.” his thrusts speed up and he chokes out moans, gripping your hips harshly. “fuck fuck fuck- pussy’s fucking squeezing me, baby.”

“j-jay- jay m’gonna cum soon” you whine out. “i know baby, can feel ‘er getting tighter around me. fuckkk just like that.” before you know it, you’re fucking creaming around his cock, high pitched whines reverberating around your room. you just know you’re gonna get a complaint. “that’s it pretty girl, fucking cream on me. oh shit- m’gonna fill you up so nice baby.” you can barely hear him as the sleep finally catches up to you. a few thrusts later and he’s pumping you full of his cum with a whiny moan. you’re both spent, chests heaving as he pulls out.

“cant waste it baby” he grins before taking two fingers and plugging his cum into your hole. you shiver and whine at the feeling and he pulls them out, putting back on your shorts and underwear. “did so good for me” he mumbled, kissing your forehead before pulling up his shorts and boxers and laying down next to you. “gonna clean you up later baby, get some rest.” you smile and sleepily reply “thank you for the necklace, jace” and then you’re off to sleep. “course, beautiful” he whispers.

dawn, daylight. (495)

this baby drabble is for keke beloved

waking up next to jason and it's earlier in the morning, the blue fog of dawn just barely creeping over the horizon and into your shared bedroom. it's cold, but the blankets – and jason – trap in the heat between you both. you're still tired, eyelids heavy and gravitating closer to your lover, pressing against him because he's warm, pressing your fingers against the flat of his stomach and tucking your chin into his chest, burrowing underneath the covers completely until your face no longer feels icy.

and you let the moment pass, feeling him breathe under you, the soft whistle of his nose muffled through the blankets and his arm loosely curling around you. outside, you can hear the fainter sounds of the city, cars passing by and a cat outside meowing – one of the neighbors', probably. but everything remains soft, as if trapped under a layer of snow. your mind feels cottony, still waking and foggy, and all you know is that you're here and jason too. affection colours your hazy vision in rose, and your body moves before your mind to press a kiss to his sternum.

downy hair tickles your cheek, and you kiss the spot once more, fingers stroking the skin of his stomach tenderly. even unseeing, you can feel the raised skin, can envision the jagged pink lines that criss cross his body. in his sleep, jason lets out a harsh breath and you still your movements, flattening your palms against him. he settles slowly, tensed muscles relaxing little by little until he goes soft once more, curving over your body protectively.

you can hear the moment he begins to wake, some few minutes later. it's a slight jolt, as though he's thrust out of sleep violently, dreaming one moment and awake the next. his arm tightens against your back, hand splaying under the fabric of your shirt against your skin, fingertips pressing into your spine. you're here, is unsaid in the minute breath he lets out, relief evident in the shudder that wracks through him and you shuffle a little – slowly, so you don't startle him – and peek your head out.

teal eyes soften when they find yours, lips curling ever so slightly into an immeasurably fond pout.

"where'd you go?" he says quietly, unwilling to shatter the silence. it amuses you that for all the gravel in his voice, hoarse and unused, he manages to sound petulant. i couldn't find you, he says.

"cold," you whisper. i was always here, you tell him.

he blinks at you slowly, lashes fluttering around opaline eyes, and draws you into him in silent response.

dawn creeps in, blue spilling in through the cracks in your curtains at first and then pale gold. gotham, so unforgiving and cold usually, shows you her beauty in the early hours of the morning as you cradle jason. you count his breaths, and then steal them, as she pours into your room and over your sheets.

started listening to daylight while writing the end of this and wanted to start weeping. i want him to make his home in my bed, i want to hold him carefully, and brush his hair and love him so tenderly.

making jason a friendship bracelet (i guess just bracelet if yall are together lol) and he wears it everywhere and when he’s fucking you and he’s got his hand around your throat (gently or not, but I’d feel like half the time he’d just keep it there gently) and he’s all smiley because he can see it in his vision right there next to your gorgeous fucked out face

whoever sent this. you're a genius.

tags: smut, fluff, little bit of slapping, bit of dumbification, fem!bodied reader

your shared bedroom was filled with the clinking of beads hitting each other as jason rutted into you. "fuck- jason!" you're moaning, clawing his back as he grunts. "you're so fuckin' tight baby, shit." what had gotten him so worked up in the first place? you made him a bracelet. he came home in the early hours of thee morning and you were absolutely beaming, shoving the bracelet in his hand excitedly. he was more than ecstatic, kissing you roughly as his thigh slid in between your legs.

"fuck- please please please" you ramble, not even knowing what you're begging for. jason's smiling, slapping your face gently a few times before his hand slides down to your neck. he squeezes just a bit with a lazy smirk. "gone dumb on me baby? like when i fuck you like this?" he already knew the answer but you whined in response anyway. out the corner of his eye, he could see the bracelet you made him. it makes his heart flutter as he thrusts into you harder. "g-gonna fucking milk me, sweetheart" he chokes out. your loud whines and moans spur him on as his hand trails to your clit, rubbing fast circles.

you both cum with loud moans, absolutely spent as you spend the next few minutes panting heavily next to each other. he's never taking that bracelet off.

A/N: umm hopefully i'm getting better at smut writing!??!@&*727 anyways i love this man.