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An early Merry Christmas 🎄 I'm ready to be unwrapped by you 😘
I need some help with my homework master 🥺
Nervous and excited as I go back to school 😅 maybe I should take some school pictures 😏
I'm trying to decide if I want to be a good girl or a brat 😏
Feeling hands stroke up your thigh and trace your wet panties just as your hands start to tingle and your head starts to spin. Waking up and remembering fragments of the night, every tight little hole aching, with that pretty little smile on your face.
Me 👩⚕️ nursing all PPP’ed up 😷 middle of my shift. 🏥 Can I examine you? 🩺 💉🩻😘😘
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I need someone’s yummy thick length sliding inbetween my flower petals between my legs. While the tip of it keeps hitting my clit over and over again, before I’m basically sobbing that he fucks me.
Tehe.
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I LOVED Lights Out! Josh’s inner monologue was very hilarious but also so relatable. Allie was such a wonderful FMC as well and I could relate so much to her because I’m a nurse. There spicy scenes were perfect and just what I like in my books 🥵 big mask kink girlie here so it spoke to me 😫 this book was sooooo much better than the over read/recommended Haunting Adeline. Okay well I’ll stop rambling, have a good one and I cannot wait for Caught Up! Have a lovely day!!! 🤓
Woaaahh excited to know you felt the same. Keep rambling, I don't mind XD. Yes Caught Up will be more epic 🔥
Thank you for the ask 💓❤️ Hmm I guess you triggered a masked man in me XD
Do you like my pigtails? 🩷
I'd love to be your big scary military man
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Sounds great to me >////< 🩷
Please please please 🩷🩷🩷
I hope I'm looking cute for my non existent stalker 🩷
Masked men are beyond sexy 😈
I love scary masked men
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He could do unspeakable things to me and I wouldn't mind.
Also if he stabbed me I would probably apologise for getting blood on his knife 😅
Hit List pt. 2
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Pairing: Jason Todd/Red Hood X (f)reader
Tags: NSFW, toxic romance,dark romance, dark Jason, psychotic Jason, mean Jason, brain-washing, violence, Jason's death, threatening, stalking, intimidation, blackmail, unethical behavior, mafia au, exes, assassination, semi-public sex, fingering, kissing, love confessions, mourning, ruined orgasms.
The door opening snapped you out of your concentration. Your head shot up, eyes wide with surprise as the imposing figure in the red helmet stepped into your lab. Then your heartbeat froze as you recognized the terrifying figure you've been seeing on the news for the past month. The red hood - the crime lord of Gotham - was in your lab.
"Uh... can I help you?" you asked, your voice wary.
The red hood sweeped the room. You shifted uncomfortably.
“I’ve got some questions,” his low baritone was distorted through the modulator.
◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ Six Years Prior◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇
Jason lay on the warehouse floor, his Robin suit was torn around different parts, the exposed skin under it seeping blood onto the cold floor. Speaking of cold, Jason was pretty sure he was going to die here.
Yeah... asking Batman to let him patrol alone was just another notch down the line of Jason's cocky mistakes. But after doing it for so long, being Robin has become a second nature. He could beat up henchmen with his eyes closed and his arms tied. So, of course, he thought he could handle Joker alone to save his mother. Hell, he might have even stood a chance, but the moment he'd entered the Joker’s hideout, some familiar scent hit him, and Jason became numb in an instant.
Joker had been at it for so long that the boy should no longer register the pain from the crowbar. Only... he did. He felt every cut, hit, punch, every bruising hit.
Joker needn't have bothered with the gag, Jason lost his voice from screaming a while ago.
The newly carved "J" scar on his cheek hurt like a bitch.
"Well? Looks like bats are going to be late to save ya, kiddo." Joker laughed. "Bad traffic, I guess."
Jason didn't bother talking. Too exhausted. Everything after that was blacked out. Then he stopped breathing.
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Jason was in excruciating pain. He was losing his mind. All of the hurt from his torture, from the explosion that followed, attacked his senses all at once.
He was in Ra’s al Ghul’s hidden stronghold, recovering from his resurrection. The room was dimly lit, incense filling in the air as Jason lay on a cold stone slab, his body wracked with phantom pain from his death. Ra’s entered and stood beside him, offering him water and speaking with a calculated gentleness. "You’ve been through a lot, Jason. The cruelty of this world knows no bounds."
Jason spoke with a hoarse "Bruce… Did he…?"
Ra’s tone stayed calm. "Save you? He didn’t even try."
Jason struggled to sit up, his face contorted in confusion. "No. I dont believe you. He would have… he he’s my fath-"
Ra’s directed Jason’s attention to a screen showing pictures of batman running side by side with... Robin, "While you were rotting in a shallow grave, your so-called father was playing hero with the one who replaced you."
Jasons tone was angry yet desperate as tears filled his vision. "No. He wouldn’t - he didn’t forget me."
But seeing the images of the boy in the Robin suit, he shut his mouth.
Jason recalled moments of Bruce’s kindness - of patching him up after a rough mission, smiling at him when Jason mastered a new skill or got an award at school. "He saved me before. He would’ve done if he could-"
"But he didn’t, young one." Ras said. "I did. Who truly values you, Jason? The one who abandoned you to die or the one who gave you your life back?"
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Jason's breathing quickened as his fists pounded the hanging punching bag in Al Ghul’s dojo.
He had overheard an exchange between Ra's and his daughter. The topic of which was Batman, a word which recently became a trigger to him.
Jason continued olbiterating the punching bag, which had tore open where his fists landed, mixing with his bloody knuckles.
I wasn’t worth the risk? I was his son! How could he-how could he just let me die?!
Ra’s placed a hand on Jason’s shoulder making him stop his movements. "Its difficult to cope. You were nothing more than a soldier to him. A pawn in his war. But to me, you are a warrior. A leader."
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"We found this in your bloodstream the night you were killed." Thalia Al Ghul held up a vial of clear liquid. Jason nodded, hunched over a table with his shirt pulled over. A medic was stiching up a nasty gash he got from a recent mission.
"It's relatively new," she continued. "Not FDA approved. Not even patented. But my men tracked it to a lab in Gotham University. It matches the research on several Academic papers published by a PHD student."
Jason frowned at the colorless liquid, hissing against the anchoring pain of the stitching. "What is it?"
"It's basic form blocks pain receptors. Joker played around with it and manipulated the chemical to immobilize people by overstimulating their nervous systems. It can cause a hallucinatory haze, so they're unable to defend themselves. Sound familiar?" She asked.
Jason ground his teeth and nodded, recalling how disoriented and agonized he felt during his torture.
Then, another memory surfaced his mind. One rainy day at school, when talking to you about your lab research.
"Im calling it 'Chill Mist,'" you said, proudly holding up a vial. "It'll be a breakthrough in healthcare, Jay. It blocks pain receptors and induces a calming state. For when people undergo trauma or surgery." You explained excitedly, spraying a bit of it in the air for him to smell.
"What's the name of the student working on it?" Jason's tone was grave when he asked Talia.
He anticipated the name before Thalia spoke it, but it didn't prepare him from the painful stab of betrayal in his chest.
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Raw anger fueled him as Jason stared at the limp body of his duel oponent lying lifeless at his feet.
Ra’s clapped proudly once. "See what you’re capable of? This is just the beginning, Jason. You will become unstoppable."
Jason stared at the blood on his hands, the sword shaking in his grip.
◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ Six Years Later ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇
Dmitry, a lower level henchman in the Russian mafia, sat across the table from the red hood, swallowing thickly. He felt for his gun in his holster and was relieved it was still there.
He's heard stories about the Red Hood from rival gangs, and he damn near shit his pants sitting across from him now. Worse, so when the man finally spoke, addressing him in his native language. "Привет Дима," (hello, Dima)
Dima looked around himself nervously, wondering why he was here instead of his boss. "Г-где Сергей?" (Where's Sergey?)
"Сергея больше нет. C сегодняшнего дня, я твой новый бос. Продолжим на английском. "(Sergey no longer exists. Starting today, im your new boss.We're gonna continue this conversation in English.)
Dmitry paled, his eyes cast down to the duffle bag resting beside the Red Hood's boots, suspecting the worst. "Бляд..." He swore under his breath. "W-we didn’t know it was your turf!"
The hood let out a sound that might have been a chuckle, but it was distorted behind the mask.
He leaned against the desk, spinning his knife lazily in his hand. "The whole fuckin' city's my turf."
Danny tried to protest, but Jason interrupted. "Here’s how it works now. You want to work in Gotham, you pay me a cut. I keep the cops off your back, keep you alive, and make sure you don’t sell this filth to kids. You mess up, you disappear. Simple enough?"
When Danny hesitated, Jason flipped the knife into his hand and buried it in the table beside him. "That wasn’t a question."
Danny nodded frantically.
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The by-now famous Red Hood walked into Arkham asylum to blaring sirens as inmates shook the bars of their prison cells, shouting his name. Under the fluorescent lights, he could make out some familiar faces. But he was only here for one.
Joker looked up as red hood approached, a grin spreading across his face. "What's this?" He asked. "A fan coming to visit -"
The gunshot rang out before he could finish talking. The smoke raising from the red hood's gun. He climbed out into a nearby window and jumped out, the jokers cold body on the floor behind him.
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Jason's eyes narrowed as he watched you through the window of you lab. You looked different now, older than the girl he once knew, but no less intoxicating. He clenched his fists, feeling the phantom pain of his death crawling all over his body.
You didn’t know. He reminded himself. You didn’t know what the Joker planned that night...
But you made it. That damn toxin that burned through his veins, twisting his screams into something unrecognizable even to himself.
Jason ground his teeth behind his mask. How was it fair that you got to walk away? That you got to live while he had to claw his way out of a fucking grave?
His gloved hand flexed over the hilt of his knife. He wouldn’t kill you, no. But he would make you pay. One way or another, he would make you pay.
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Your hand reached for your phone charging on the table, but he noticed. He grasped you by your lab coat, easily pushing you against the wall. His grip was firm as he pinned your hands above your head. The sharp edge of his helmet pressed against your side. "What? Don't you trust me? After all this time..." the words released in a low chuckle.
Confused, you struggled against him. "I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t-"
He stepped closer, pressing you against the wall and locking your movement. The sound of his boots against the floor echoed in the quiet of the empty room.
You heard a click of metal and risked a glance to see him lift the helmet before dropping it to the ground.
Your breath left in a rush as your world tilted. Impossible...
"Jason...?" you whispered, barely audible.
He smiled down at you. Not the boyish grin you remembered. But a sharp, humorless. "Surprise."
You stared, taking in the stark differences. The Jason you remembered was cocky and boyish. The man standing above you now had sharper features, his body bulkier, and his eyes were hollowed pools of blue - once bright and mischievous - now held pain and anger aimed at you.
You stammered. “You - how - youre dead!”
"Aparently not." He drawled. “And congrats on being the first person to know who’s under the Red Hood.”
The Red Hood. That’s who he’s become. The vigilante-turned-crime lord everyone in Gotham feared or admired. And he was standing in front of you, the same boy with whom you did your homework, the one who pulled your hair at school, who took your first kiss, and more.
Jason’s gaze roamed over you, his expression unreadable. "What's wrong, baby? You look like you’ve seen a ghost," he said, his tone filled with amusement.
You voice shool as tears filled your eyes. "What happened to you?"
He told you. Step by step. Recounting the literal horror he'd experienced. By the time he finished his story, it was clear to you that Jason blamed you for hia death.
Jason felt a twisted satisfaction in seeing your head shake, guilt evident in your teary eyes.
His hand slid to your body, the leather of his glove cool against your skin. “Tell me,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Does it bother you? Knowing that every time I look at you, I see the reason I died?” he emphasized by wrapping around your throat.
You opened your mouth to speak, but Jason’s lips crushed against yours before you could form a single word. It wasn’t tender; it was raw, punishing, a collision of teeth and desperation that left you breathless.
He lifted you with ease and put you on the table you were working on. Worrying about chemical hazards was the last thing on your mind when you were being kissed by a dark reincarnation of your high school sweetheart.
"Jason-" you drew back on a gasp.
His lips brushed your ear before biting your neck, “Do you know how many nights I dreamed of making you feel an ounce of what I felt?” His words terrified you.
"What will you do to me?" Your voice trembled.
"I don't know..." He sounded distracted as his finger glided over your lab coat, unbuttoning it and pulling it down off you, leaving you in your t-shirt and jeans. You were suddenly cold, feeling bumps along your arms. Jason's haze was heated, and you followed it to your chest, where your nipples pebbled under your bralette. You held your breath as he raised his hand to circle one of your nipples, not saying anything.
"If you were me," Jason drawled, attention back on you, though his fingers continued circling your nipple. You suppressed a whimper desperate to be let out. "What would you do to you?"
"I..." Your voice hitched when his finger brushed the spot you wanted him so desperately.
"What would you do if you've defeated all of your enemies, but one." He asked, tone heavy.
Your heart ached at his words, and you shook you head. "I'm not your enemy, Jay-" you wispered.
Something you said made him freeze, a moment passed before he gave your nipple a brief but harsh pinch. “You don’t get to say my name like that,” he hissed, his other hand tightening on your hair.
Removing his gloves and dropping them to the floor with a soft thud. You watched at his scarred, large hand lowered to the buttons of your jeans, undoing them one by one. The sensation made your body jerk, and you bit your lip to keep from making any sounds.
Jason noticed and brought his lips up to yours, biting down on your bottom lip before saying. "Dont hold back now, baby. You never did before -"
"I've missed you." The confession left your lips in a quick breath.
That made him freeze again. Just like when he did when you called him by his nickname. Carefully, you reached to cup his cheek, your thumb tracing the "J" scar under his eye.
"Stop," he said under his breath.
"Jason," you wimpered, your voice strained. "I missed you so much-"
"Stop." He growled.
With tears in your eyes, you begged. "Please! Jason, I still love-"
He kissed you again, desperate to silence you. He was pretty sure the next words out of your mouth were going to break his conditioning completely. He couldn't pet that happen - not after how far he's come.
His fingers reached your sex, coating themselves in your slick and sliding up to rub your clit. "If you don't shut up for your own good, I'll have to find something else to keep your mouth busy."
The ministration on your sex, the words, and the fact that the love of your life was speaking them to you all sent your mind spiraling. But the sensations he caused in your body overtook any intentions in your mind, and you arched against him, desperately pushing yourself closer to him.
"That's right," he chuckled, his mind back where he deeded it to be. "Give up control, baby."
You were so close.
"Give me my revenge." He laughed, grinning against your ear.
You moaned just as you were nearing your climax.
He withdrew his fingers, ruining your orgasm.
"No!" You protested.
Pleading, your eyes sought his out in the darkness. He wore a wolfish smirk as he reached up and licked his fingers. His eyes were hooded as he glared at you. He didn't say much. Just hummed as he slowly approached you. Frightened, you tried backing away as far as you could. "Dont! Jason, I'll call the cops. I'll tell them -"
"Tell them what?" He pulled you by your hair. It was not a playful tug like he used to do in school, but a harsh grasp that had you gasping. "That the Red Hood fingered you? That he didn't let you finish?" He said in a mocking tone.
You swallowed harshly, not saying anything. This version of Jason was so cruel that you couldn't comprehend it.
"You're not gonna go to the police." He informed you. "You're gonna come to work wearing a skirt tomorrow." He finished before giving you one last kiss.
Before you could come up with anything more to say, he had put on his gloves and helmet, saluted you, and walked out the door.
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