Jason Todd X Reader Tumblr Novels & Stories

I was faux-serious. "Mr. - Cáel," Jason looked over my shoulder. "I think one of those chicks is about to come over here and kill you. You best hop to it." "Which one? The brunette, or the russet-colored (Libra)?" I inquired. "The brunette wants attention and the russet wants to push a red hot poker up your ass," Jason gave me his experienced opinion. Heading over there was going to be 'fun'. "Give me a call some time, Jason. Nice to see you again, Katy Lee," I waved good-bye.

He gasped. He didn’t realise that it was upside down, since he was only pretending to read to avoid talking to her. “I can read upside down duh!” Jason said surprised that he was speaking to her, while May was still laughing, making him feel more embarrassed “oh, I’m sorry I... I didn’t realise that you can read and understand upside down, “she replied, sitting on her desk controlling herself “umm why are you always so quiet and on your own?” she asked. “I’ve never seen you talk to anyone else before”

“Yeah, you tell the others?” “No, just you.” Todd nodded. Leaning his head back against the wall he let out a deep breath. Reaching into his pocket he took out a small metal case, inside were several of Jason’s hand rolled cigarettes. He held it out to me, and I took one, lighting it. I leaned back next to him, my head right next to his broad shoulder. “To Jason,” I said softly. “To Jason” he repeated.

* Jason stared at the text for a moment before typing his response, feeling a pang of frustration. Jason: *Please respect that I don’t want to see you anymore. You and I are over, and you know this.* Jason blocked Michelle’s number and returned to scrolling through Chris’s TikToks, then shifted to his I*******m. As he browsed through the photos and videos, his arousal quickly returned. The images of Chris, his body and movements, stirred something deep within him.

She must be upset that Natasha is all over me. Jason walks over to me. Jason is my childhood buddy who hangs with me and Jack often. He hasn’t found his mate yet either. Jason looks dapper in his white t-shirt, maroon jacket, and black pants. His golden blond hair is slicked back neatly and he is wearing rings on almost all his fingers. He is a big fan of piercings, jewelry, and tattoos. Even though his clothes are hiding most of his tattoos, his neck is fully covered with tattoos giving him a sexy look. I wonder why he wears rings on all his fingers. The piercings and jewelry are such an inconvenience when one tries to shift into a wolf. I guess he doesn’t care about spending some more time

Tador raced into the kitchen the moment he learned of Jason’s whereabouts. “Bro…! Bro…! are you trying to kill me, so you get all these pancakes? No Sir…. And, and your skin feels wet.” Jason mouthed after Tador had hugged him so tight for too long a time that the kid started suffocation. Tador pulled back slowly…. Tears had gathered in his eyes after the long hug, the soap had found a way in his eyes. “Oh, shit – Ouch…. Son of a….” “Tad…? Are you okay?” asked Jason, a little worried.

“You're not gonna take a shot at any?“ Darius asked, gesturing at the workout tools. “Nah, I'll pass.“ In just yoga pants and a sleeveless shirt, I wasn't doing any of the workouts. Wasn't in the mood. A thousand thoughts were running through my mind and they had my spirit low. Watching them was refreshing enough. But I had no urge to get into the action. The approaching light steps attracted our gaze and mine widened at the sight of Jason. He was dressed in tight shorts. With no shirts on, his tattoos were the only thing clothing on the upper side of his body. He had his shoes on and was taking sips from his bottle of water and holding a towel in the other hand. He was yet to look our way.

I say, without thinking too deeply into it, but I wished I did. “Hmm, I didn’t know you like kinky stuff,” Mr. Jason says, smirking. My cheeks become red as I watch the smirk grace Mr. Jason’s face. He must think I am a freak to love the fifty shades series, but what am I saying. Mr. Jason spanked me to punish me. He must be into that kind of stuff already. “I won’t say I like it. I just love reading it. I don’t see myself ever doing the things I have read,” I say, honestly and not because I fear he would want a BDSM relationship with me.

Jason had removed his black jacket, leaving just his white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The position revealed the intricate tattoos decorating his forearms. He looked intellectual, dangerous, luxurious and sexy in a way that made my pulse quicken. "You're unusually quiet," Jason observed after taking a sip from his glass. "What's going on in your head?" "I thought you were only a good CEO and a book lover," I mused, looking up at him. "It turns out you're a tattooed guy who loves trouble and does a lot of bad things in secret." Jason ran his fingers through my hair, the gentle tugging sending pleasant shivers through my being. "I'm a bad guy," he admitted. "That's not some