Yandere Jason Todd X Reader Novels & Stories

“Let them whisper. Let them record. Let them burn with jealousy. Every drop of me still leaking down your thighs right now is proof that you are *mine*. And I am yours. Not as professor and student playing games. As alpha and omega who belong to each other so completely the bond itself sings with it.” A small, broken sound escaped me — half sob, half relieved laugh. “I felt so exposed,” I admitted, pressing closer. “Like every step in the cafeteria was announcing exactly what we did. The way it trickled down my leg while Lila sneered… I wanted the floor to swallow me.” Jason’s hand slid lower, cupping my ass through the rumpled skirt before slipping underneath to brush two fingers gently alo

Tamara POV I stepped out from the bathroom and slowly walked around the guest room, admiring every bit of the interior in it. It really looks appealing. I got to where the shopping bag was lying on the bed, and I couldn't help the little smile that found its way across my face. That jackass… What was his name again? Jason! Yes, Jason. I heard that from one of his employees. He might be a jerk, But I think he really has a great sense of fashion.

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.

“Tali’s right. Andy needs a sense of normalcy he and Cathy can provide right now. Your priority is Eniana.” Jason shakes his head, squinting into the sun to hide his troubled expression. It’s the first time I’ve seen his rage. I’ve read it between the lines of the long, drawn out journal entries he’d send through the twin journals. Tales of horrors I’d rather not remember that bled over the page and soaked into my mind like nightmares I couldn’t shake. I could have stopped it. If I had been here, I could have put an end to it immediately. Jason rises and walks away, joining the group on the shore. Fallon looks up from the pile of seashells Koa just presented to her and meets my gaze.

Percy told them and they all nodded their heads, leaning forward, extremely interested now. "Jason, your mate is a shadow weaver named May. She's a small girl, with a chaotic personality. She's strong of course and sports her hair in a braided mohawk." "May." Jason smirked, sitting back and leaning his arm over the back of the couch. He seemed really happy now. "A shadow weaver huh? Seems I get a rare mate too, Phoenix." He winked at me like that was something special.

That oaf dared to lust after my mate. “Wait, I don't understand, “Jason shook his head, sitting on one of the visitor's chairs. “The lady from earlier, who did you say she was again? I'm still having a hard time, trying to comprehend it,” I heaved, trying for the first time to soothe my rage. “Ryder…“Jason urged. “That was Hara.“ I admitted, meeting his gaze. He was quiet, just staring back at me. “Don't look at me like I've lost my mind,“ I whined, looking away to avoid his stares.

Fred deadpanned. "Yeah, that's the problem, Tiff. Ciara would never love him. She never did. And she never would. Not when he's been so cruel to her. So, yeah, Jason is in another mess. And a more reason why he needs to return here. He needs help. Or he might go insane with all the confusing emotions he's already feeling. Or might start feeling soon. And at some point, the pain will become physical. He'd experience aches that can only die down when he's close to her. And soon, Ciara would ultimately become his lifeline. Imagine such an ill fate. That's the worst thing that can ever happen to Jason." Ryder ended the conversation and headed inside with Hara. The guys stayed longer at the patio

His fingers found the edge of a heavy glass candle holder on the table behind the couch. "You want to know what I think?" Todd said, drawing Jason's attention back to him. Jason narrowed his eyes. "What?" "I think you never loved her." Todd said. His voice was calm. Steady. "I think you wanted to own her. And when you couldn't, you lost your mind." Jason's face twisted with rage. "You don't know anything!" "I know you're a coward." Todd said. "You hide behind a gun because you know you can't fight me face to face."

Knowing what I planned for him, I arranged four of them, including Jenna, for this. Of course, I paid them all and they were all too happy with it. When the door opened and a woman entered, Jason had never been more happy to see a woman before. He felt like he was dying. Like he was tearing apart from the inside. Was this what Rosy felt? What Samara felt? No, it couldn't be. Could it? Tears filled his eyes, but he blinked them back. His whole body was on fire, and he didn't know that a time would come when there would feel this damn excruciating burn in his body and he’d feel as if he’ll die if he didn’t fuck.

In that passionate exchange, Zara and Jason found solace, a respite from the enigma of their circumstances, and the shared understanding that some questions were better left unanswered for the time being. In the dimly lit room, Zara and Jason found themselves consumed by desire and longing. Their bodies intertwined with fervent urgency, each touch igniting a fiery passion that coursed through their veins. Soft, feathery kisses cascaded upon Zara's fair, almost porcelain skin, leaving a trail of electric sensations in their wake. With each delicate touch, Zara's body quivered, her senses heightened, and a soft moan escaped her lips, surrendering to the depths of pleasure.