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HELLFIRE ISN’T HOT ENOUGH

MAFIA! JASON TODD X READER

Warnings: F! Reader. fxf sexual relations, voyeurism, swinging (?)

↳ SMUT Fic ::  My reader is a spoiled brat that gets spoiled. 

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The satin blood-red dress clung to your figure as you fidgeted with the diamond collar that spelled Princess in big bold letters. The valet held your door open greeting you with a cordial smile and an outstretched hand. 

Heels at the courtesy of Christian Louboutin clicked on the pavement as you linked your arm with Jason’s, entering through the back entrance of the club.

Nights in Gotham this quiet were a rarity, the patrons that loitered around the corner quelling their cigarettes gave Jason a nod of acknowledgment as he held the door open for you. 

Tonight was meant to be an important business transaction for him, he didn’t share the details to which you didn’t pry because frankly, the situation didn’t pique your interest. He just needed you here for good luck, or so he says. 

 As the gentlemen spoke in hushed tones over whisky and ice, you noted the mostly empty venue and abandoned stripper poles as the ladies had all gone home for the night. 

In an attempt for entertainment, you stealthily ran a hand up Jason’s inner thigh only for him to shoot you an unamused glare, “Will you die if I don’t pay attention to you for five minutes?” You huffed in response.

A half an hour passed before in walked your favorite couple, Kori in a skin-tight purple mini dress and Roy dressed as if he’s in witness protection. Roy took a seat with the men intensely listening as they caught him up, and you stood to greet Kori. 

After the embrace she pushed your hair out of your face and stared at your cleavage; “You make the dress look good” She said with a smirk. 

The dynamic between you, Jason, Kori, and Roy was quite simple; you were two pairs of couples that enjoyed hooking up with each other from time to time. It was casual and fun, they were close enough to feel like family and most importantly, Jason trusted them both. 

When the men had to go out of town you and Kori had to find ways to entertain yourselves. Her - being far bolder initiated and with Jason’s permission, the rest was history. 

You may wear the collar, but Jason was very much the one on a leash; He thought you could tilt the room with your beauty, actually, he knows you can, he’s seen you do it. The evening glow of the dimly lit room did nothing to hide that; you make it a point to flutter your lashes a few times for emphasis. To him at that moment, the glitter in your lip gloss sparkled like a million tiny stars. 

“Daddy, can I go play with Kori?” You posited, with a pout. 

Jason could never refuse any of your requests. 

Her enigmatic green eyes never left yours, walking you backward till your thigh hits the edge of the pool table. The 6tf bombshell ran a hand over your breasts, to your waist until she got a firm grip on your ass. 

The diamonds on your collar caught her eyes as she grabbed you by the neck with the other hand, and pulled you closer “Prettiest Princess I’ve ever seen” She declared with unparalleled confidence. 

She comes in close for a kiss and you take the opportunity to grab her tits and massage the soft flesh. The action elicited a delightful moan out of her, she tasted the same as she smelled - of cinnamon and green apples. Your touch was different from Roy’s or Jason’s, you could give her something they couldn’t. 

While Kori could have her pick of the litter when it comes to men, many were quick fucks or one-night stands. With women, she favors companionship the most.

Kori is fond of your dainty, soft-spoken nature as well as your bratty attitude. She could take you shopping, finger you in the dressing room, then send you home to Jason. She trusts you with her heart and values your advice. To her, you were a friend held in the highest regard. 

Kori’s fingers lingered on the soft material of your dress for a moment.  A clamorous sound tore through the room as she ripped the dress straight down your body, well that’s one way of getting it off you thought. “I thought I didn’t feel any panties under there, glad I was right,” She notes. “Yeah, I left it at home when I heard you were coming” you quipped back. 

She spread your legs until she was standing in between, watching in anticipation of what she’d do next. She got chest level with your pussy as she began to rub one of her tits between your dewy lips gathering your wetness on her nipple. 

She hosted one of your legs above her shoulder to help you chase the friction better. The world faded into a haze forcing you to concentrate on nothing but the feel of your clit grinding on her nipple and Ari Lennox’s pressure drifting haphazardly in the background. 

Kori’s massive tits were a blessing to humanity and she knew it. Looking down at her you were completely at her leniency, unblemished smooth skin burning hot with the color of the Sahara desert after it’s set ablaze by the evening sun. Bewitching emerald eyes like the saving grace of green in an oasis, and red waves that would make Medusa avoid her gaze in shame. 

The Tamarian crawled on the pool table, laid back motioning for you to sit on her face. You peeled her panties off as you scaled up her body and threw the well-used panties at Roy with a wink; he effortlessly caught it along with a whiff of her aroma. 

Thigh on each side, you lowered your clit to her mouth which she delicately began sucking. The redhead was a pro at this, Kori was a giver and her skillful tongue would have you undone in no time. 

It must have been quite the display because whatever meeting the men were in, came to an end. Jason, at the head of the table, now cradling his glass of whisky and ice enjoying the show. 

You held his gaze and pornographically moaned his name grabbing a fist full of fiery locks, deliberately pushing her further into your pussy.

Jason took that as an invasion and came over to you, without breaking eye contact he attached his lips to Kori’s nipple, savoring the last taste of you on her areola. Roy on the other hand had his jacket ready for this party of four to finish at home. 

As Kori got up, you and Jason both licked her clean of your juices and you whispered thank-yous between quick kisses on her soft lips, she deserved it after all. Your naked form was only clothed by the smear of Kori’s red lipstick on your pussy until Roy draped his jacket over your shoulder. He picks you up bridal style and kisses your forehead smiling tenderly, “Good girl.”

Supermarket Flowers

Pairings: Jason Todd x Roy Harper x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, It is safe for work

Word count: 649

This was an Anon request! 💕

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Clink. Clink. Clink. Of course out of all of the trollies the store had available this morning you had to pick the one with a sticky, noisy wheel. Of course the day you ended up with an annoying trolley, was today. You weren’t in the best of moods, Roy and Jason had promised you that they would assist you with grocery shopping this week. But, the two of them had stayed out late on patrol and crawled into bed during the early morning as the autumnal sun began to rise. The only response you were able to gain from them were inaudible groans and sleepy mumbles said into pillows as you left through the front door. 

Holding your quickly scribbled slightly crumpled shopping list in one hand as you went up and down the aisles getting everything as quickly as you could, you didn’t have a tolerance for people today. That is when it happened. She had stepped out in front of you. 

A female shopper had stepped out from behind a display of spicy mayonnaise that was on discount and you’d accidentally hit her with your trolley, hard enough to bruise her hip. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry! Are you okay!? I didn’t see you” You quickly gasp out and stare at the lady, holding onto the handle of the trolley tightly as she just stands in silence. Seething. 

Suddenly she just bursts out at you, screaming, acting as if you had hit her with a car. A crowd begins to gather to nosey at the commotion that was building up. A few members of staff coming to try to calm her as hot tears stung your eyes. You take a shaky deep breath in to try to stop them from overflowing as you feel a strong hand on your shoulder. Giving a comforting squeeze that seeped familiarity, soothing the burning in your chest that made you feel sick.

As you look over your shoulder you see Jason there, smiling at you apologetically with Roy standing close at your side, glaring at the attention seeker. “She didn’t do it on purpose” Jason said sternly as Roy seemed to disappear out of the aisle, having to walk through a small group of people who quickly parted to get out of his way. As the woman became defensive and started shouting louder Jason wrapped his arm around your shoulders, leading you away from the confrontation and into a different aisle. Once you were alone he cupped your face with both of his rough calloused hands and used his thumbs to gently wipe away the tears that had began to trickle down your face. “Oh, Darlin’. We’re sorry we weren’t here…we promised you we’d be here and we weren’t”

“It’s okay Jay, I understand, you were both tired. It’s not like the two of you had been out drinking…you were working” You say quietly as he continues to gently run his thumbs back and forth against your cheeks “No, No its not okay. We promised you’d we’d help this week” He said as he moved to continue guiding you further away from the woman, who was still loudly causing chaos for the underpaid workers.

As you round a corner out of an aisle close to the tills you see Roy putting a receipt in his back pocket. Picking up three different bunches of flowers from the bagging area as he nodded a polite thanks to the old lady manning the toll he had used. Spotting you and Jay his face lit up before he sheepishly shuffled over. Offering you the three bouquets as Jason softly moved your hands off of the trolley handle for him to take over pushing it. “I Uh…didn’t know which one you’d prefer…so I got you all three. We love you, sweetheart”

We're strangers these days (but that has to be enough)

damn your love, damn your lies - series masterlist here

pairing: roy harper x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.3k

genre: angst (happy ending to come <3)

warnings: ex bf roy harper but I promise they're gonna get back together (eventual happy ending), reader is kinda stressed and unwell, reader also wears glasses, hopeful ending here

a/n: is this any good bc you know sometimes I can't tell

You ignore the first knock on your apartment door. You know who it is. You know because it's always him, and because the sound of his fist against the wood of your door is something you've heard so many times. You don't bother turning the volume on your TV down - he knows you're here and he knows you're ignoring him. Whatever.

But he knocks again, a heavier, more insistent sound. This time you pull yourself up, walking listlessly towards your door to pull it open.

"You ignoring me now, sunshine?" Roy drawls, leaning against your doorframe.

"What do you want this time, Roy?" You sigh. Usually, by this point, he'd flash that stupidly smug grin of his and let himself into your home. This time, however, is different. This time, he looks you up and down briefly, frowning a bit as he takes in your state - messy hair, undereye bags, and oversized clothes. He shrugs.

"I think I left something of mine here. Lemme come in and take a look?" He walks in while he says it, not waiting for an answer.

"We've been broken up for months, Roy. Eventually, you're going to run out of fake belongings to come over here and sniff around for," you say as you cross your arms. Roy just grins in that annoying way of his.

"You mind if I check the bedroom?" he throws over his shoulder as he heads down the hall. You hear your bedroom door open and you rub a hand against your forehead, trying to ward off your oncoming headache as you slouch down onto your couch. You know he'll be back out as soon as he's had enough of pretending to search for something that doesn't exist. 

Your nails tap against the arm of the couch as you wait, time stretching on as you strain to hear any sort of sound from him. He's in your bedroom, shuffling things around and opening and closing drawers. The door of your closet slides open and your heart clenches - what you're hearing now is no different than what you heard when he lived here with you, when this was home for the two of you. You dig the heels of your palms into your closed eyes and try to rid the word from your mind. Home.

"What the hell happened in there?" is what Roy finally says when he leaves your room, sitting down next to you, close enough that his thigh brushes against yours. You straighten and stand at the contact, huffing and moving to stand in front of him. 

"What are you talking about?"

"It's… a mess in your bedroom. I've never seen it any way other than spotless." Roy points out. You scowl at him.

"You've lost your right to comment on my living situation," you say icily. "And you've overstayed your welcome - again." Roy settles further into the cushions, arms crossing to mimic yours as he looks you up and down. You glare back - you'd never been the one to break during fights with him, and that isn't something you're planning on changing now.

"I didn't know you wore glasses," he says finally, his voice dropping to a gentle murmur. You reel back and touch the frames on your face.

"I wear contacts," you point out.

"Not right now."

"Why does it matter?" You pull the glasses off and move to toss them onto the coffee table. He catches them, though, and you curse his vigilante reflexes as he turns them over in his hands.

"I've never seen you like this," he muses. You shift on your feet.

"Like what?"

"Not… put together. Not all dolled up." Your glare turns lethal at Roy's words and he blinks up at you.

"Thank you," you reply sarcastically. Roy rolls his eyes, your bite something he's intimately familiar with. He stares at you, then, sizing you up in a way that makes you straighter subconsciously, a hand running through your hair.

"We lived together, you know," he says lowly.

"Yes, I'm aware."

"I never saw you like this," he points out. You step away from him, moving to sit in the armchair tucked in the opposite corner of your living room.

"No one sees me like this," you remind him. Roy huffs and stares down at the glasses still in his hand.

"I know," he says bitterly. "That was the problem, wasn't it? You never let me really see you."

"You saw more than anyone else," you defend, but even now, your posture straightens and you smooth down your shirt. Roy glares at the movement.

"It was never enough," he says eventually.

"I was never enough," you correct him.

"No," he shoots back. "You were - you were everything to me. But you didn't… you couldn't let me be anything to you." His hand tightens around your glasses and he puts them on the coffee table quickly, rubbing his palm up and down the denim covering his thigh as he thinks of all the other things he almost broke between the two of you.

"You were… more to me than I ever could've told you," you say slowly, your voice quiet as you keep your eyes trained on the floor. Roy sighs, rubbing a hand against his forehead.

"I'm sorry," he offers, an olive branch extended. "I shouldn't have dragged this back up. I just… what's going on with you, sunshine?"

"Nothing," is your quick response. He arches a brow.

"You don't look well," Roy points out, wincing internally as your glare snaps back to him.

"That's none of your business anymore, Roy. You lost the right to care about me when you left me."

"Come on, don't be like that…" he pleads as you stand, heading to your front door. He trails after you, just like he always has - just like he always will. "Just because we're not together anymore doesn't mean you're not important to me still."

"Goodbye, Roy," you say pointedly, standing next to your door with your arms crossed. He plants himself opposite you, matching your glare.

"What is wrong with you?" He huffs. "Why won't you let me in? Why won't you let me help you?"

"I don't need -"

"But I can -"

"Please don't, Roy," you soften in a way that throws him off balance, your shoulders slumping as your hands bunch the fabric of your shirt. "I don't want to fight with you… I don't like it."

"Neither do I, sunshine," he says softly, uncrossing his arms and relaxing his posture. "But I'm worried about you." You smile at him, but it's a small, sad thing that makes his heart break a little bit more.

"I'm ok, Roy," you say quietly. He sighs and steps towards you. You let him, to his surprise.

"I know you are. I know you can handle this all on your own, but… you don't have to. I'm here, still - always." You don't respond to him, your eyes big and glassy as you look up at him. When he leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead you let him, your hands reaching to brush against his shirt, almost like you want to hold onto him.

"Time to go now, Roy," is what you say instead, but your voice is missing its usual bite. Roy steps away, opening your door and looking back at you one last time before he leaves.

"Oh…" he says. "I didn't get what I was here for. That, uh… thing that I'm missing. Oh well, I'm sure I'll find it next time I come around." The grin he flashes you makes you huff as he closes the door behind him. 

Rubbing a hand over the back of your neck, you walk back to your living room to slump into the couch where he had just been, your glasses sitting abandoned on the coffee table. As you pick them up, you eye the messy fingerprints he's left on the lenses. Somehow, you find they don't bother you, and you toss the glasses back onto the table without cleaning them. Oh well - you can harp on him about it next time he comes around.

Jason, standing outside an apartment with a prom sign:

Roy, leaning out of the window: Oh my god YES!!!

Jason: No! Tell Y/n!

Roy, yelling: Y/n! I’m going to prom! WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND!

Jason: I learned some very valuable lessons from this

Y/n: Let me guess they’re all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away

Jason: Death isn’t real and I’m a god

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Store worker: Would a Y/n y/l/n please come to the front desk?

Y/n arriving at the front desk: Hello, what’s the problem?

Store worker, points to Jason and Roy: I believe they belong to you?

Jason and Roy simultaneously: We got lost

Y/n: I didn’t even bring you guys with me

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Y/n: I want to wake up with you everyday for the rest of our lives

Jason: I normally wake up at 4:30

Y/n: ...

Y/n/ I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

Guys the time I spend on here is becoming concerning, but do I care no. 🤠