Novelas y relatos de Jason Todd X Male Reader

We are going to have to take her out to the barrier soon to test Marietta’s theory and I don’t know how my friend is going to deal with that. Jason is sitting on the couch, in his usual sentinel spot, reading a very old book. I catch his eye, but he shakes his head while glancing at her. It has to be about magic or witches or something to do with his mate. He’s never been one to study unless it is absolutely necessary. This must fall under that category. Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions

Once Abused Now Loved. CHAPTER THREE. MINE. RYDER. It was the long-awaited ball night in the Red Moon pack, and so far, it sucks and seems to be getting worse with each fleeting second. "But hey, look on the brighter side; she's got the right size of boobs and will be enough just for the night, only for the night," Jason cheered, whistling towards some random bimbo. Jason was my Beta, and he would go down in history as the sleaziest of all the Betas Red Cross pack has ever known.

Jason can also be a softie, but when he is provoked, or someone he loves get hurt, he shows the big bad wolf he can also be. Jason doesn't define his sexuality, he likes who he likes and he believes in love. Though in his book, which is coming out really soon, we will go more into Jason past life, and how his future would go. When I was writing Con, I just wanted there to be a Book two, but I couldn't continue with Alex and Amanda, their story had to end here, I needed to continue with another character, a character everyone would love and can flow with and I thought why not Jason? Who doesn't love Jason?

Xyla steady his breaths glancing at Melissa he gestures for her to leave as soon as he moves away from where he was, he takes one last glance at the already hardened and pink nipples before him full of regret, He hastens out of his hiding spot and walks towards whoever it was he stops few feet away to see Jason with his back turned to him, Jason doesn't seem to notice his arrival as he's letting out his dick to pee, Xyla stays not turning wanting to scare Jason a little, he watches Jason pee and shake off his dick continuously, "You aren't going to masturbate right out here now are you?" Jason keeps away from the voice he hears with his dick still in his hands, "Crazy ass you scared the shit

Jason Jason stood in the communal shower, water cascading over his tan, muscular frame. His body was a vision of strength and athleticism, tall and broad-shouldered, with every muscle clearly defined from hours in the gym. His short, dark hair clung to his head, droplets trailing down his neck and across his toned chest, highlighting the veins along his arms. The light glistened off his smooth, wet skin, making his already imposing physique even more striking.

My pussy clenched rhythmically, empty and aching, begging for the stretch only he could give. The door opened before my knuckles touched wood. Jason filled the frame like every filthy dream I’d had since last night—silver eyes molten, pupils blown wide, black shirt already half-unbuttoned to show the hard planes of his chest and the faint scars that made my mouth water. His scent slammed into me: pine, smoke, steel, and raw, throbbing alpha musk so thick it made my knees buckle. His cock strained obscenely against his jeans, thick ridge outlined perfectly, dark wet spot of precome blooming at the tip.

France :Paris 2005 Jason sat with his friends in front of the play ground. He was just 8 at that time and a happy child because he lived with his aunty, April Gold, who was mainly in London. While stretching his body, he didn't notice a girl walking right in front of him and he mistakenly chocked her to fall. "Aww ". Her low voice spoke but before Jason could speak a word, his friends interrupted.

Others show disdain. The room goes silent. Jason stands at the podium. Takes a breath. Then he begins. "My name is Jason Blackwood. I'm an omega. And I'm here to tell you why that shouldn't define my worth." His voice is steady. Clear. Carrying through the hall with surprising strength. He tells his story. Hiding at the academy. The betrayals. His parents' crimes. Being captured and experimented on. He doesn't shy away from the painful parts. Doesn't try to soften the reality of omega oppression.

But suddenly I hear the front door open with a gash of wind which carry the most intoxicating alluring scent. Jason walks in without a shirt, drenched in sweat from his usual morning patrol. The sweat droplets trickle down his chiseled chest, outlining every muscle and disappearing into the waist band of his shorts which clung to his crotch. I can't help myself but lick my lips and swallow. For a split second, I find myself admiring him, remembering the man that seduced me with just his mare touch—the man I thought would be mine forever. Fuck Stacy, he divorced you remember!

He fired. "Now where's Stacy?" "She's my reward, my compensation from you." "You are simply mad, Xavier. What is your problem?" "Call me your brother." Jason narrowed his eyes, still panting. "I need my brother back." He voiced out more. Jason walked up to him and held his shoulders. "Get yourself together." He pushed him harshly and he fell to the ground. **************