Hi, I’m Sasha (he/him), a silly trans guy with autism and ADHD. Welcome to my DC writing sideblog! This is mostly a place for me to be self-indulgent about my favorite character(s) which, 90% of the time, will be Jason Todd. Hoping that I can share my daydreams with all of you ♡
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Hello~ May I ask if you write smut with TOP male reader? Also could he be like a creature? An angel, alien, werewolf, etc.
This is not a request, only a question.
Have a nice day/night. 💕
Hi!
Thank you so much for the question! Yes, I can definitely write fics where reader tops (whether they’re cis, trans, or gender neutral), and you can 100% request a non human reader too. You can get specific with the traits you want the reader to have, or you can just state the species and leave it up to me, whatever you prefer
I know you said this wasn’t a request, but if this is something you’re interested in, you’re more than welcome to send a request in
I’m the guy who requested the AK Jason with the gunplay! Decided to not send it on anon this time
Dude, just wanted to say that your writing is fantastic, and that your work was extremely hot. Absolutely loved what you could create from that little request, specially with the added “sir kink” and the praise, as well as the size kink — you gotta be a mind reader because damn (/pos). And the gun play was incredible
A little unrelated, but your blog’s style is also very cool!
Anyways, thank you very much for writing that masterpiece!!
Oh??? My god??? (/positive)
Hi hello thank you so so much! Ahh I'm so glad that you liked my fic (and my blog in general), and I'm really glad to know that I did your idea justice! You don't understand this message made my whole week and that's at the bare minimum, it was so sweet of you to send this in :((
Thank you for sending me my first ever request and for making it such a lovely one at that! I hope you like the rest of my works, and you're more than welcome to send in more requests if/when you have them. Have a lovely day!! <3
I made a request like 2 seconds ago but would I use jason todd or arkham knight for his likek name if he was the crime boss? ^^
Hi!
First of all, thank you so much for sending in a request! I have one request to write before yours, but I'll aim to get to it as soon as possible! I love the idea you sent in <3
Second of all, I'm not quite sure what you're asking? I think you're asking which name Jason would go by if he's a crime boss?
Since you described Jason as being a crime boss specifically, I'm assuming you want me to write Jason as Red Hood (like in the comics), rather than as the Arkham Knight (like in the games). Please correct me if I've misunderstood!
Hello!
“Simplistic” request but… could I ask for a Arkham knight x male reader, please? Jason tops and all. Maybe some mild gun play if that’s ok? If it isn’t, I apologize. Is it possible to ask for edging, too?
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♬ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ: 2,721 words
♬ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: The Arkham Knight’s work is far from easy, and Jason is feeling more than a little pent up after a mission gone wrong. But irrespective of anything else going wrong, Jason knows he can always count on you to be good for him.
♬ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: NSFW minors do not interact/read, male!reader, Arkham Knight Jason, established relationship, dom!Jason, handjob, anal sex, edging, gunplay, ‘sir’ used as a nickname, size kink implied (not stated by name), soft aftercare
By the time the operation team got back to base, everyone already knew: the mission hadn’t gone well.
No one knew the details yet, but there were already rumors flying — little snippets that had been picked up from who knows where that had spread around, and the air felt like it was abuzz with whispers, countless variations of the story getting around.
There was one detail that everyone could agree on, though: The Arkham Knight himself had to personally go to help the team out of whatever mess they’d gotten themselves into. And he was not happy about it.
When he trudged into the room, all the murmuring died, the room falling into pin-drop silence before you could even blink. It hardly felt like anyone was breathing with how quiet it was.
The Knight looked directly at you. You sat up a little straighter in response.
“Private meeting,” he said simply, his voice coming out harsh through his helmet’s modulator. “You know which meeting room. Now.”
There was a collective sigh of relief when he left the room, and a couple of people murmured quiet condolences and ‘good luck’s to you as you stood. There was no question that you and the Knight were close — you were practically his second in command, though you didn’t technically hold an official title — but it was clear that the rest of the militia still worried whether he would take his anger out on you.
You just smiled, brushing off their concerns as you left. You knew that Jason would never do anything of the sort. And you also knew what this ‘private meeting’ was code for.
After all, when Jason said that you knew which meeting room, he meant the bedroom.
So that’s where you found yourself before long, having already stripped yourself of your uniform, figuring that Jason shouldn’t have to worry about it with how much he’d already dealt with. He followed not long after, entering the room in full gear, not even taking off his helmet. His breathing was slightly raspy with distortion, and he hummed quietly in approval when he saw that you’d already undressed.
“On your stomach, ass up, hands behind your back,” he commanded. It wasn’t mean, he wouldn’t be mean with you, but it was firm. You grinned back in response, unafraid but more than happy to comply even in the absence of fear.
“Yes, sir,” you teased, gauging Jason’s response. Sometimes he liked the nickname, sometimes it was too much for him, though you never pried about why.
Today seemed to be a case of the former, as he let out a low chuckle that made your stomach flip. You happily took up the position he’d asked of you, laying down and rolling onto your stomach, shifting to brace yourself on your knees with your ass up. After making sure you were balanced, you rested your hands against your back.
You could hear shuffling, Jason moving around. Then the bed dipped beneath his weight, and Jason was draping himself over your back to tie your wrists together with a soft fabric.
Jason was a large guy, further accentuated by his armor. That was never more apparent than in moments like these; even if you tried to escape, he could probably pin you back down with ease, and there was something thrilling in the knowledge that he could but also that he wouldn’t. It was something about the domination and trust in equal measure that made you feel a little dizzy, and you could already feel yourself growing hard, your cock stiffening between your legs.
Jason seemed to notice too, and he groaned quietly, the helmet’s modulator causing the sound to crackle in a way that had you shivering.
“Already so desperate, aren’t you?” He asked, clicking his tongue in faux disapproval. “You don’t think you’ll be getting off easy, do you?”
“No, sir,” you replied, already a little breathless.
“Good.”
Jason retreated a little, and you nearly whined at the loss of contact, but you bit your lower lip to stop yourself. Instead you let out a soft breath through your nose and closed your eyes, trying to keep yourself settled despite the want already thrumming through your veins.
You heard the distinct sound of Jason unholstering one of his guns, then the sound of him unloading it. Your brow furrowed, almost tempted to ask him what was going on, and then—
Your breath hitched as you felt the cool metal, the muzzle of the gun tracing around your hole, which twitched in response to the stimulation. This time, you couldn’t bite back the soft whimper that escaped you, your cock aching at the implication.
“So trusting,” Jason murmured, and even through the voice modulator you could hear something like awe in his voice. “You’ll be good for me, won’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” you responded, and you found yourself deliriously wishing that he’d fuck you with the pistol in his hand. You wondered which one he was using, whether it was the one that had your first initial engraved into the handle, and the thought almost made you start to shake with desperation.
“Good boy,” Jason rasped, laughing a little when you whined in response to him dragging the gun away from your hole. The cool metal dragged up the length of your spine instead, the temperature a shock against your flushed skin, and the muzzle ended up pressed against the base of your neck in a way that caused you to keen helplessly. “You’re always so obedient for me, never letting me down.”
You felt as though there was more to Jason’s words, but those thoughts quickly fled your brain the moment Jason reached underneath you to wrap a hand around your cock, stroking up its length slowly. The callouses of his hand (when had he taken off his gloves? You couldn’t remember, couldn’t think of much at all) felt heavenly, his thumb stroking up along one of the veins just right and causing you to moan into the pillow underneath you.
“Head to the side, let me hear you,” Jason ordered, tapping the back of your neck with the gun for emphasis. You complied mindlessly, pressing your cheek into the pillow with a breathless noise, chasing after his praise with the desperate obedience he craved.
And oh, he certainly did praise you. He showered you with quiet praises that made your head spin — ‘that’s it, that’s what I want to hear’ and ‘good boy, so responsive’ — interspersed with little teases that made your cock throbbing in his firm grasp. There was something about the way he wielded his authority over you that had you losing your mind, always gentle but with just enough of an edge to remind you that he was in charge, and god you’d never have it any other way.
All the while, he kept stroking your cock with a slowness that had you whining and gasping, wanting to push into his touch for more but knowing better. He’d rest the gun’s muzzle against the base of your skull for a bit, then drag it back down along your spine to circle your hole once more, never pushing it in like you wished he would. Up and down, up and down, teasing you until the heat slowly built to a breaking point and—
Right as you teetered on the edge of your orgasm, Jason abruptly stopped, his hand closing around the base of your cock and squeezing gently to keep the building pressure right there. The whine you let out was borderline petulant and more than a little needy, your head spinning because you were so close.
“Jay—” you gasped before catching yourself. “Sir, please—”
“Not yet,” Jason interrupted, causing you to whine again. He didn’t relent, holding your throbbing cock firmly until the cresting pleasure started to abate to a buzz beneath your skin, still there but not quite. Only then did he release his grip, adding: “You can be patient, can’t you?”
Jason slipped his hand into one of yours, a silent question. You squeezed back, indicating that you were okay to keep going.
“Yes, sir,” you responded, and he squeezed your hand back.
“That’s what I wanted to hear.”
It felt like you fell into a daze after that. Jason would work you back up to the edge again with those slow, firm strokes before stopping you just before you hit the peak, then wait until you’d calmed down before starting the process all over again. It was a haze of murmured words and firm strokes of his hand and the cool metal of his gun pressing up against you, and you felt as though your brain was melting away into nothing by the end, your whole body set alight with a feverishly building need and your cock aching to the point that it almost hurt. It was torturous, but oh, it was so good.
You didn’t know how many times it had been before you felt as though you were reaching your limit. The heady mix of pain-pleasure still wasn’t bad, but you knew it would reach that point soon, and goddamnit you were aching for Jason to just fuck you already.
“Jason,” you whimpered, and the fact that you dropped the nickname seemed to get his attention. He stopped in his ministrations, and you nearly sobbed. “Please, I can’t— I need—”
“Alright,” he cut you off, because he knew what you were asking for. He let out a sharp breath before adding: “You have done very well for me. I guess that means a reward is in order.”
“Please,” you responded, and he shifted a little to resituate himself. You heard the soft click of a bottle cap, and a few moments later, his finger was pressing against your hole, cold with lube. It was a welcome reprieve from the warmth that felt permanently seared into your skin, reducing your mind to mush.
Jason was quick and efficient with his prep, opening you up enough to ensure that he didn’t hurt you while also wasting no more time than he had to. Then there was the sharp sound of his zipper being opened, and you whined needily as his cock pressed up against you, already hard.
Jason pressed himself into you, slow and steady, and the fullness nearly had your legs buckling. It felt like he was everywhere all at once, and then he was draping himself over your back again and his cock was nudging up against your prostate, a broken noise tearing itself from your throat as stars burst across your vision. Jason groaned, the sound of it making you feel all dizzy because finally.
You felt Jason’s hand cupping your face, and you could do nothing but allow him to pull your head up and out of the pillows, gasping for breath as tears of pleasure streamed down your cheeks. Something was pressing up against your lips, cool and firm, and it took you a moment before recognizing it as the gun he’d been using earlier.
“Open,” Jason said firmly, and you moaned breathlessly. Your lips parted easily, and the gun sliding into your mouth punched another noise out of you, your eyes nearly rolling back as you sealed your lips around it the same way you would if Jason had offered you his cock to suck on.
Jason made good on his promise of a reward, as the moment you had adjusted yourself, he began to fuck you nice and deep. Each thrust resulted in his cock pushing up against your prostate, causing you to moan and drool around the gun in your mouth. Jason was murmuring something to you, but all his words went in one ear and out the other, as your mind was too fucked dumb to process any of it.
Your climax approached rapidly, the edging from before having taken its toll. And this time, Jason didn’t stop you, instead speeding up his efforts.
All you could process was the rumble of his voice right by your ear — “that’s it, let go for me” — and then you were cumming with a muffled scream of pleasure.
Your vision damn near whited out from the intensity of it, your whole body shaking as you made a mess over the sheets and your trembling legs. It only took a moment for Jason to follow, and the feeling of warmth spilling into you and filling you up only intensified the feeling of your release.
By the time your orgasm subsided, you were shivering with the receding pleasure, and the only reason you hadn’t completely collapsed onto the bed was thanks to Jason holding your hips up to keep you steady. The gun had slipped from your lax lips, having slid down the pillow and onto the sheets beside you. Jason stayed inside of you for a moment longer, letting you regain your bearings, before slowly pulling out. You whined at the loss, and he let out a sound in response that you thought was meant to be a laugh, but which was a little bit too breathless for it. Your hole was loose from the intense fucking Jason had given you, his cum slowly beginning to trickle out.
Normally, Jason would’ve traced his thumb around the puffy rim just to hear you whine, but he seemed to take mercy due to how much he’d edged you already. Instead, he undid the bindings around your wrists and helped you roll onto your side away from the mess on the sheets, then moved so he could kneel beside the bed to face you. He unlatched his helmet with ease, pulling it off to reveal those blue eyes that you so adored, his cheeks flushed in the aftermath of it all and his brow furrowed with tender concern.
“You alright?” He asked, and all you could do was hum tiredly. You were more than alright, you were dazed and well-fucked and oh so happy, but you forced your tired lips to form the words for a response in order to assuage his worry.
“Yeah,” you rasped out, your voice a little broken after how much you’d been moaning. Thank god the room was soundproof. But you were less worried about yourself than about Jason, and so you asked: “You?”
Jason chuckled softly, shaking his head a little bit and raising a hand up to gently rub up and down your arm. There was a smile curling at the edges of his lips, gentle and almost a bit shy, and you found yourself wondering how anyone could be scared of someone so kind.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Better now,” he admitted; a step up from the start of your relationship, when he wouldn’t have opened up until you pried his feelings out of him. Then he added: “You did well, baby. I’m proud of you.”
You preened at the praise, and Jason’s smile grew a little, only to be smothered as he pressed his lips to yours in a tender but loving kiss. Then he was pulling away from you, standing up to quickly shed his armor before he was scooping you up into his arms.
“Let’s clean up,” he said, carrying you over to the connecting bathroom. You wordlessly murmured your approval, your head resting against his strong chest as your eyes began to drift closed. He’d probably need to hold you up in the shower, but that was alright. You knew that Jason would take care of you. He always did.
“My knight in shining armor,” you mumbled, and Jason huffed out a laugh at the play on his usual title. It brought a sleepy smile to your lips; as long as Jason was happy, that was all you could ask for. “I love you.”
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
(Later on, after you both showered and Jason cleaned up the bed and you settled in for the night, you’d found yourself reaching out with a sleep-heavy arm to grab at the gun on the bedside table. The one that Jason had been using earlier.)
(Your thumb traced over the familiar lines of your first initial on the handle. You smiled, leaving the gun be, and snuggled back into the arms of your boyfriend.)
(Overall, this certainly wasn’t a bad ending for a mission gone wrong.)
♬ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ
My first ever request!! Anon, thank you so much for requesting this; ‘simplistic’ request doesn't do it justice it was an amazing concept and so much fun to write. AK!Jason holds a special place in my heart.. (and he’s very hot which is a very welcome bonus). Also I hope that the gunplay was to your liking, I did my best to keep it mild per your request!
So! I screwed up :'D
A while ago I said that requests were open, but I only just realized that I hadn't actually opened my ask box?? Which is totally my bad. Please bear with me everyone this is my first time running a blog... I am going to sink into the ground out of embarrassment from this mistake this is very much on me.
Anyway! Requests are actually open now! You're also welcome to send me anything else, don't be shy
NSFW minors do not interact/read, ftm!reader, 430 words.
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Thinking about Jason cockwarming your strap while you work…
Jason, after a terrible patrol the night before, waking up the moment you leave the bed. You normally let him sleep in while you make yourself breakfast and leave for work, but he drags himself into the kitchen with you, draping himself over you and hugging you in a way that lets you feel the residual tension in his body. He pressed his face into the back of your shoulder and mumbles about how he needs you.
You can’t leave your sweet boy alone like this, can you? Not when he’s clearly so needy.
You shoot off an email from your phone to your workplace, explaining that you need to work from home today. They allow it; whatever gets the job done. In Gotham, people can be bed bound for any number of reasons. It’s not their concern as to why.
You beckon Jason into your home office and he follows like an obedient pup. You swear you can see a tail wagging behind him when you tell him to stay there only to return with your harness on and a strap attached.
He crawls on his knees beneath your desk without you even needing to ask, lips parted obediently, sea green eyes all soft and sweet and reverent as he looks up at you. He moans in a way that makes your cunt ache as you gently feed the strap past his lips, eyes fluttering closed as he hugs onto one of your legs.
It’s hard to work with such a pretty distraction between your thighs but you make it work, getting through the menial tasks for the day, occasionally taking a break to lavish your sweetheart with attention. You comb your fingers through his hair, hearing his quiet hums and moans around your strap, watch as he lifts his head from your thigh a little to look up at you as if you’re a god. His god.
Because you are. You’re his boyfriend, yes, but you’re so much more. You’re his world, his life, his everything. He’d gladly stay here for an eternity, sucking on your dick until his brain is completely quiet, until the static in his veins settles into a buzz of contentment.
And when your work is done? Well, then you’ll make sure to give Jason the nice, deep fucking he deserves, until any lingering thoughts escape him and he’s all boneless and pliant beneath you with that blissed out look on his face that only you get to see. But for now, this is enough.
♬ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: “I’m not a violent dog. I don’t know why I bite.” Jason, being a werewolf, has been through no shortage of hardships. Luckily, now, he has you. These are some general headcanons about your relationship.
♬ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: sfw, gn!reader, established relationship, starts as hurt/comfort and gets fluffier towards the end, implications of Jason being abused in his werewolf form (no graphic depictions of violence, but shackles and chains are mentioned)
▷ Jason was terrified of telling you that he was a werewolf when you first started dating. You were just so… lovely. One of the best things to ever happen to him. He couldn’t bear the thought of scaring you away, but ultimately, the guilt over hiding that part of himself won out. You deserved to know the truth, even if that cost him everything; he’d take the pain if it meant that you were happier in the end.
▷ And the sheer relief Jason felt when you accepted him for who he was? It nearly brought him to his knees. To this day you still remember the way your hands cradled his face as you softly reassured him, the noise that fell from his lips that was almost wounded with relief, the way his eyes closed and he swayed into your touch as if your presence, your acceptance, could unravel him. In truth, it absolutely could.
▷ Similarly, Jason was initially adamant about the fact that he should stay away from you during his monthly transformations. It was one of the first proper arguments the two of you had: you begging to understand why he didn’t trust you after everything, him growing frustrated because why couldn’t you see that this had nothing to do with you and everything to do with him?
▷ Eventually, he sat down and explained it all to you. The way he’d been told that he was violent, that he had to be chained up during transformations for his own good, and for the good of those around him. The fact that he’d never want to put you at risk by being in his presence. He quietly pulled out a set of shackles and chains with shaking hands, quietly telling you that if you were sure about wanting him around, you should take any means necessary to protect yourself, and your heart broke for him as you pulled him into your arms and assured him that you’d never hurt him that way. His protests were undercut by the way he quietly sobbed into your neck for a long, long while.
▷ The first time Jason transformed in front of you, it would’ve been easy to assume that his warnings about him being violent were true. He snarled and growled, teeth bared and glowing green eyes wild. But then you’d notice the way he backed himself into a corner, his trembling tail, his pinned down ears. Defensive, not hostile. Scared, not aggressive.
▷ After you managed to coax Jason out of his corner, reassuring him that he was safe, it didn’t take long for him to absolutely melt in your hands. A bit of soft cooing and a few sweet words, combined with your soft touch along the top of his head and gentle scratches behind his ears, and he was pressing his head into your chest with soft whines that were clear pleas for more.
Things only got better from there.
▷ Jason quickly grew more comfortable transforming around you after you proved to him that yes, you were safe, and no, he did nothing to harm you. The sheer joy of his instincts finally being soothed and cared for quickly overrode any skepticism he had of your accounts, and he even started transforming when it wasn’t the full moon on occasion, finally listening to what his mind and body needed.
▷ You very quickly discovered that Jason was very clingy as a werewolf. Like, even more so than usual. He was already a touchy boyfriend, much to your delight, always having a gentle hand on your waist or lower back and bestowing you with enough hugs and kisses to keep you satisfied. But as a werewolf? Good luck escaping his grasp when he decides on a cuddle session. His added height, weight, and strength ensure that you won’t be going anywhere, and any attempts to squirm out of his grasp result in a string of displeased huffs and grumbles, followed by a cold nose pressing itself into your neck as a silent order to stay put. Better reschedule your plans ahead of time.
▷ He’s also surprisingly playful in his werewolf form. He’ll gladly roll over on his back to let you pet his belly, and you can even play with him using a few toys, which he’ll always obediently grab for you and bring back with a happily wagging tail and the softest, sweetest eyes you can imagine. Though be warned: bringing this up post transformation results in him blushing and muttering excuses as he looks away in a helpless attempt to hide his embarrassment.
▷ Jason also becomes rather territorial in this form. When it comes to you, he isn’t at all controlling or aggressive about it, but leaving during his transformation will result in you coming back to the saddest whimpers and soft howls imaginable, and he’ll absolutely pad around the apartment looking for you if he happened to wake up only to find you missing, draping himself all over you to mark you with his scent when he finds you. Speaking of the apartment, he also grows territorial over the space in general — he never truly had a space to call his own, not one that felt secure anyway, so it’s a new experience for him. Just be patient with him when he growls at the sound of knocks on the door, and indulge him when he rearranges things just so in order to soothe himself.
▷ It’s a testament to Jason’s comfort with you that, even outside of his transformations, he’ll still indulge a bit in his instincts. You’ll hear soft, content rumbles from him when you cuddle, he’ll preen with happiness if you share shampoos or deodorants as an allegory to scent marking, and you’ll even catch him following you about the apartment the same way he would in his werewolf form.
▷ Is having a werewolf for a boyfriend unconventional? Yes. But no matter what form Jason takes, he’s still a wonderful boyfriend. If anything, his werewolf form is nothing but a positive; you’ve never slept more soundly than when he’s curled up around you, his fur keeping you warm and his presence making you feel safer than you’ve ever felt before.
▷ And when you press soft kisses to his snout in return and whisper that you love him no matter what, the rapid thumping of his tail on the bed makes it clear that the feeling of safety and adoration is absolutely mutual.
♬ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ
Yet another headcanon fic from me! I know this wasn’t on my WIP list, but the thought of Jason as a werewolf just wouldn’t leave my head, so here we are. The other WIPs are definitely still on the table though! I’ve also been asked by a certain someone for a part two to Press Pause (my last fic), so is anyone else interested in it? If so, feel free to let me know :O
♬ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: A movie night turns into something far more… heated. Luckily for you, Jason is more than happy to press pause on the night’s plans and tend to his boyfriend’s needs instead.
♬ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: NSFW minors do not interact/read, ftm!reader (reader has bottom growth from testosterone and top surgery), established relationship, thigh grinding, praise kink (not explicitly named but very much there), biting and marking, ftm!Jason (only relevant at the end)
To say you were distracted right now was an understatement.
You and Jason had been sharing a lazy day in, not in the mood to deal with anything or anyone else, especially since Jason knew for a fact that he didn’t need to patrol tonight. You’d slept in, lounged around the house together doing whatever you pleased, and now here you were: watching some movie that you’d already seen a few times before.
Despite your familiarity with the movie, though, you couldn't explain what was happening on-screen right now. You’d lost the plot a good while ago. No, all of your attention was on your boyfriend.
Because Jason… well, he was just being unfair.
Not that he knew it, but he was. Jason had this charmingly infuriating way of being unaware of just how attractive he was, and right now was a prime example of that fact.
He was leaning back against the back of the couch, relaxed, wearing nothing but a tank top and a pair of boxers. That was devastatingly attractive in and of itself; there was something about him being so at ease around you, all of that strength and awareness settled into such a soft, domestic moment that lit a warmth low in your belly. The way the tank top gave you a clear view of his biceps, the way his boxers sat low enough on his hips and his top rode up just enough to reveal a hint of his happy trail… that alone had you tuning out whatever was happening on screen.
And then there was the main source of your distraction: his thighs.
How were you supposed to focus on anything else with a sight like that in front of you? They looked like something out of a grecian statue, the perfect amount of firm muscle definition to make you blush combined with the right amount of softness that looked like it would be heavenly to sink your teeth into. Which you had done, several times in fact, but now you just wanted to do it all over again. Or settle between his legs with your face between his thighs. Or—
“Something on your mind, handsome?”
You blinked, drawn back to awareness by the low rumble of Jason’s voice. How long had you been staring for?
Long enough for Jason to notice, if the teasing smile on his lips was anything to go by.
You shifted awkwardly where you sat, now acutely aware of the discomfort in your boxers, the way you were already growing wet and your dick was throbbing with need. Today was meant to be a slow, lazy day, but Jason had urged you in the past to be more forthcoming about your needs. And right now, all you could think about was—
“I want to ride your thigh.”
Your cheeks burned as you managed to let the words out, already looking away. You didn’t know why you were so nervous about saying it, but you were.
At the very least, you weren’t the only one blushing. You dared to look back at Jason after a moment of silence, only to find his own freckled cheeks starting to warm with a pretty flush, his lips slightly parted. Then, he let out a breath which quickly turned into a chuckle.
“Why didn’t you say so sooner?” He asked. “Come here, pretty boy.”
He reached out, and you were already meeting him halfway, allowing his hand to settle on your hip as you sat up on your knees in front of him, each knee on either side of his thigh. There was no pretense of either of you being interested in the movie anymore, as evidenced by the way Jason reached for the remote to turn the volume down. He didn’t turn it off completely, but it was background noise now.
After all, he wanted to make sure that he could hear all the lovely noises he was going to coax out of you.
In the meantime, you made yourself busy with pulling off your sweatpants and boxers, an eager rush replacing your previous nerves now that you were getting what you wanted. Jason let out a soft noise of awe once you were done.
“Already so excited,” he murmured, almost reverent. He reached out with his free hand, dragging a calloused finger through your wet folds, rubbing briefly over your swollen clit and drinking in your resulting gasp. Then, he anchored both hands firmly on your hips and guided you down.
A whimper fell from your mouth from the first touch alone, your hands blindly reaching out to rest on Jason’s chest, anchoring yourself. The warm firmness of his thigh felt heavenly against your cunt, and you could already feel your core fluttering, your dick aching with the need for friction.
“Easy, love,” Jason muttered, squeezing your hips in a silent command to stay still for a moment. You let out a noise of protest that was a bit too breathless to be truly convincing, and Jason only chuckled in response.
“I just—” you started, only for Jason to interrupt you by stealing a kiss. His hands smoothed up your sides, dragging your shirt up, and he pulled away from the kiss to pull your shirt up and over your head. It landed somewhere else in the darkened room, utterly forgotten.
“There,” he said softly, pressing a final kiss to your lips before whispering: “Go ahead, handsome.”
That was all the invitation you needed.
You rolled your hips forward, grinding down against Jason’s thigh, and you couldn’t stop the way your head fell back as you moaned. The friction was nothing short of heavenly, and then you angled your hips a bit better to change the angle, and the wet noise of your cunt rubbing against Jason’s thigh combined with the whine you let out was nothing short of obscene.
Jason, for his part, absolutely adored it. His hands settled gently against your ribs, thumbs brushing over the lines of your top surgery scars, a smile pulling at his lips when you shuddered under the attention. The sight of you grinding against his thigh, your silhouette illuminated by the glow of the television, was nothing short of heavenly. He’d worship you for an eternity, if you let him.
“There you are, good boy,” Jason muttered, pulling you forwards a bit. The movement caused your dick to press harder against his thigh under your weight, and you keened, your body wracked with a pleasured shiver as you wrapped your arms around his neck to account for the change in position.
Then Jason’s face was pressing into your neck, lips parting to taste your skin, latching on and sucking soft marks into it. All the while, he kept speaking, kept praising.
“That’s it, you’re so pretty like this, let me hear you…”
“Jay,” you gasped in response, his name like a prayer on your lips. Your hips jerked more erratically, thighs burning as you did your best to increase your pace, to chase the high that was building in a warm knot low in your stomach.
Jason just hushed you in reply, pressing a kiss to the underside of your jaw that had you feeling weak.
“Shh. I know, I know,” he said, his voice so very soft. “I’ve got you.”
Time seemed to melt away in that moment, lost in the sound of skin against skin. Your gasps and whimpers and broken moans, accompanied by the low sound of Jason’s praise, drowned out the rest of the world. All you could feel was the warmth of his embrace and the firmness of his thigh beneath you, the way your wet cunt throbbed with every roll of your hips, your dick aching as your release crept up on you.
“Jay, I’m— fuck— I’m close,” you whined brokenly, and he understood. He always understood, he knew your body as well as his own, if not more so.
“I’ve got you,” Jason repeated again, his hands settling back on your hips.
Jason guided your hips with such firm strength that it felt as though your body wasn’t fully your own, in the most wonderful way imaginable. He helped your hips along with the perfect pace to make your head spin, tensing his thigh beneath you for that extra pressure. You found yourself falling forwards against his chest, face buried into the crook of his neck, broken noises falling from your lips like the sweetest melody Jason had ever heard.
“I’m gonna—” you moaned, unable to even string a coherent thought together. “I’m— Jay, please, I—”
“Good boy,” he whispered, kissing your temple. “Cum for me, darling.”
And so you did.
The knot of building heat finally snapped, and you came with a broken cry, eyes rolling back a little as you shuddered apart in Jason’s hold. Your dick throbbed, your cunt pulsing with your release, drenching Jason’s thigh in your slick. You swore that he was helping you through it, gently moving your hips to ease you through your release, but all of it was lost to the rush of pleasure in your veins.
You whined softly as you finally came down from your high, and Jason got the message, halting his movements and allowing you to slump completely against him, spent and utterly satisfied. Your cunt was still fluttering softly in the aftermath of it all, but the heat inside of you had dulled down to a calming buzz, and you found yourself content to just nuzzle into Jason’s neck and kiss gently at his collarbone.
“Good?” Jason asked quietly, planting a kiss atop your head. You hummed in response.
“Good,” you replied.
You weren’t sure how long you stayed there, eyes closed, letting yourself rest in a haze of satisfied bliss as you listened to the sound of Jason’s soft breathing and the quiet drone of the television.
But at some point, you noticed the way Jason shifted a little — not for your comfort, but for his. Suddenly that heat was back, low and simmering, but for a very different reason.
Lifting your head from Jason’s chest, you moved to slide off of his thigh, and he watched with a small tilt of his head as you lowered yourself down on the floor in front of him. He only recognized what you were doing when you pushed his knees apart and gently urged him forwards for better access, his sea green eyes all wide and pretty.
“You don’t have to,” he started to protest, only for his words to taper off into a whimper as your hand cupped the noticeable wet spot on his boxers. Your thumb circled around the outline of his t-dick through the fabric, already starting to grow hard, and you swore you felt it throb as you looked up at him with a grin.
“I want to,” you corrected. “Everyone enjoys a snack with their movie, right?”
Jason opened his mouth to say something; maybe to chide you for the awful joke, or to protest again, because he could be so stubborn when it came to accepting pleasure for himself.
Whatever it was, it didn’t matter. Soon, your mouth was on him, and before long he forgot how to say anything but your name anyway.
♬ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ
And that’s a wrap on my first smut fic! I hope that you all liked this,, I couldn’t get the thought of grinding on Jason’s thigh out of my head (have you seen that man’s thighs?? Absolutely criminal) and that resulted in this fic :D
Also shoutout to @notsodelirious for motivating me to write and post this, I was v nervous to actually post a smut fic and this wouldn’t be on Tumblr rn if it wasn’t for him, so. Everyone say thank you! He’s also the reason this blog exists as a whole lmao so again, thank you ♡
Hi everyone! I just wanted to mention that my requests are currently open for Jason Todd x reader and Dick Grayson x reader fics! Requests weren't open when I started my blog, but I'm deciding to give them a shot.
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♬ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: General relationship headcanons with Jason Todd — how does he act with you, who’s managed to steal his heart?
♬ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: sfw, gn!reader, established relationship, predominantly fluffy (though there is some hurt/comfort, mostly regarding Jason’s past and insecurities), lots of physical affection, brief mention of Jason’s death at the end which is not described in detail, Jason is a soft and lovely boyfriend.
▷ Jason Todd is the type of boyfriend who’s always touching, in subtle ways. A hand on your back, or resting on your hip, or lingering as close as possible if he can’t actually touch you (though there’s that soft, sad look in his eyes whenever he can’t, the subtle twitch in his hands that indicates how much he longs to close the distance between you). It’s an expression of love and care, it’s his way of showing that he’s there to protect you. But, selfishly, it’s also his way of convincing himself that you’re really there.
▷ On a similar note, Jason Todd is the type of boyfriend who stares a lot. Not in a creepy way, but in an observant way. There’s something hypnotising about those sea green eyes, the way they follow you with a quiet, adoring intensity, the way his lips quirk up into a soft smile whenever you meet them. He takes note of your joy, your sadness, when to quietly excuse both of you from a situation or when to pull you into a store when something catches your eye and you linger to admire it for even a second longer than normal.
▷ Jason Todd is also the type of boyfriend to grow incredibly flustered if you show him that same attention. Reach for him when it’s possible, and something in his expression will soften, and he’ll curl into your touch as if it’s his shelter. Stare at him from across the room, and he’ll flush, looking away but unable to contain his shy grin. Notice the small things about him, and he’ll genuinely be awed. For so long he had no one to rely on but himself, so remind him that you see him, that you love him, that you’re there for him. It means the world to him — it really does.
▷ Jason Todd is the type of boyfriend to be surprisingly insecure, at the start of your relationship. He can walk into a room of armed drug dealers with a level of confidence and grace that makes you weak in the knees, he can yell at Batman himself until he’s breathless, but at the start of your relationship he’d struggle with the notion of telling you who he truly is and what he’s done. He can defend his decisions in front of the whole world, but there’s something terrifying about the notion that one day, you might see something broken in him, something that isn’t worth loving. It would cause him to second-guess for a long time, questioning what it is inside of him that led to everyone leaving him, and what’ll happen when you eventually find it.
▷ But eventually, Jason Todd is the type of boyfriend who thrives under your love and care. He learns that you don’t find him scary when he looms over you, learns that you find it incredibly attractive when you blush and smile at him. He learns to love his own scars because of the paths you kiss along them, learns to be grateful for the body he never asked for when he has the strength to pick you up — yes, no matter how heavy you are — and spin you around and listen to you laugh as you cling onto his neck.
▷ Jason Todd is the type of boyfriend who can keep up with you intellectually. You love reading, just like him? The two of you can ramble over books for hours, and there’s a gleam in his eyes and a grin on his face that makes you want to kiss him breathless. You struggle with reading, for whatever reason? That’s okay; he’ll cuddle with you and read whatever he’s reading aloud to you, and if the low, soothing rumble of his voice lulls you to sleep, he’ll just smile and put the book aside and cuddle with you until you wake up and he can resume where he left off. You like math, science, humanities, arts? Jason is a learner, and a passionate one at that; he’ll always make the effort to learn what you love, and there’s few things that can compare to a day in with your boyfriend, sharing the things you care about most with the person you care about most.
▷ Jason Todd is the type of boyfriend who banters with you. Inside jokes, references, sassy quips thrown back and forth, it’s all there. There’s never a dull moment with him, especially when the two of you have energy to spare. But it’s always tempered with this quiet adoration; he knows when a joke is going too far and when to pull back, he knows when you aren’t responding to the playfulness and he needs to tone it down. He’s sassy and confident and definitely one for the theatrics, but he’s also a quiet, steady presence for you whenever you need him to be.
▷ Above all else, Jason Todd is the type of boyfriend who loves you so much it aches, loves you so much that even his current body — large and strong and capable as it is, the body you taught him to appreciate — can’t contain it all. His love for you seeps into everything he does, and when you return the same love to him? When you run your fingers through the white streak in his hair and buy him that book he’s wanted for ages and hold him when the nightmares keep him up at night? He finds himself thinking that maybe he came back to life just to find you, to love you, to be loved by you in return. And he’d crawl out of the grave a hundred times over to find his way back to your arms.
♬ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ
Second fic on this account, yay! Sorry if this one seems a little more disorganized, I just have a lot of thoughts and feelings about Jason Todd and how lovely he is, and I had to get at least a fraction of them out. Maybe I’ll make a part 2 to this if I have more disorganized thoughts, who knows. I hope you enjoy all of these (slightly unorganized) musings about our lovely boy! ♡
Also, thank you so much for the response on my first fic?? I was so nervous to post for the first time, and all of those likes genuinely made my day, so again, thank you! Next fic is going to be an NSFW one, hope you’re all excited :)
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♬ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ
Jason Todd x reader, Dick Grayson x reader, male reader (cis or trans), gender neutral (gn) reader, “difficult” topics (IE: depression, anxiety, panic attacks), disabled readers (of any disability), other forms of specific reader (autistic, ADHD, etc), NSFW.
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♬ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ
Female reader, NSFW for child characters (ex: no NSFW in the childhood part of a childhood friends to lovers, no NSFW during age regression), good police officers, pregnancy, daddy kink.
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♬ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: Gotham’s winters are brutal and unforgiving, and you haven’t been spared from them in the slightest. Fortunately, your favorite vigilante and sweetheart of a boyfriend is right there when you get home, ready to save you from the cold.
♬ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: sfw, gnc!reader, established relationship, soft fluff, cuddling and kissing, Jason being absolutely whipped and soft for reader, reader doesn’t handle the cold or winter well, reader is generally ambiguous apart from being shorter than Jason. Very mild innuendos in two places, but nothing explicit.
Winters were already bad enough, you’d decided. The ice covering the roads, the constant cloudiness, the early nights, it all conspired to make an absolutely depressing atmosphere. Sure, it looked lovely when staring at the falling snow through a window, but being an adult meant that you couldn’t stay inside all day. You had to commute to work and to the store and wherever else you were needed because unfortunately, even if the world seemed downright miserable, life carried on.
Then there was the added layer of Gotham being… well, Gotham.
Ah, Gotham and its peculiarities, love it or hate it. Most of its residents — yourself included — would say both. It was a unique place, and growing up in Gotham gave you a certain fondness for it, but it had its particular way of making things just that much more difficult.
Needless to say, combining the already horrendous season of winter and Gotham’s habit of laughing in the face of your suffering lead to a recipe for disaster.
Everything seemed to be going wrong for you today. The sidewalks weren’t iced, at least not enough, leading to a good number of near heart attacks every time you almost lost your footing. The snow was still coming down hard during your commute to work, meaning you had to use an umbrella to keep your items safe, except the howling winds seemed determined to win a game of tug of war that you never asked for as it wrestled with you for your umbrella the whole way through.
All of that meant that you were exhausted enough by the time you even arrived at your workplace, and after a long and tiring day, you made that same arduous walk back to the subway station only to find that the trains were being delayed. Great.
By the time you made it back to your apartment later than you’d wanted to, you were a hundred and twenty percent done with life. You were tired, aching, more than a little grouchy, and to top it all off your face and hands felt like they were on fire. Apparently, your body could never seem to get the memo that gloves were meant to keep your hands warm, because despite wearing them you still felt as though you’d developed a case of frostbite.
However, you weren’t given the chance to open the door yourself before it was being opened for you, and you were looking up into a pair of soft, sea green eyes that made everything in life seem worth it again.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Jason murmured, speaking in that low voice that had the tension draining out of your shoulders without you having realized it was even there. “Rough day?”
“Yeah,” you breathed, and Jason didn’t force you to elaborate on it yet. He didn’t ask pointless questions, didn’t make you dwell on it any longer than you had to. Instead, he guided you inside, shutting the door behind you.
Rather than pulling you into the typical greeting of a hug, Jason took one of your hands in his own, carefully pulling off your glove. Then, he enveloped your hand between both of his, rubbing ever so gently without it being too much.
His hands were cooler than usual, you realized. Still warm — warm enough to have you sighing out in bliss as your chilled hands regained some amount of life — but not nearly as much as they usually did. Jason tended to run quite warm (your personal heater, you’d call him, prompting a soft snort and that smile that made your heart flip) so this was a surprise. Something about your shock must’ve shown in your face, because Jason’s expression suddenly seemed a bit shy, ducking his head down so his bangs partially obscured his expression.
“Your hands swell when they warm up too fast,” he said, softly. He always spoke softly with you. “I ran my hands under cold water, a bit before you arrived.”
You stared at him, and oh, you had to hold yourself back from kissing him silly right that second.
Because it was true; multiple times, you’d rushed to warm up your freezing hands as fast as possible, only for them to burn and ache and swell until you ran them under cold water, and even then the sting would last for a little while.
Jason had noticed. Of course he’d noticed. That was just who he was, soft and sweet and so very attentive, and—
“You’re the best,” you said, not even trying to disguise your awe. “Seriously, Jay. You’re amazing.”
Jason’s freckled cheeks flushed, and that blush really did look so lovely on him. So did that shy, tentative smile that crept across his lips, and the way he looked back up at you through his lashes and the soft white strands of hair falling over his face, as if you were a miracle.
“Anything for you, love,” he muttered, kissing the back of your hand before moving to warm the other one in a similar fashion.
By the time Jason was done with his little ritual, your hands felt so much warmer, and your heart felt so, so much lighter. The stress you’d been carrying throughout the day seemed practically nonexistent now, to the point where you could’ve been convinced that it was all just an awful dream, and the day had actually started when Jason had pulled you through the apartment door into your own little slice of heaven.
Jason, however, wasn’t nearly close to done. Not in the slightest.
Because then he knelt down before you, smirking up at you when your breath hitched, and planted a soft kiss on your knee before undoing the laces of your snow boots. One, then the other, sliding each one off of your feet.
“You’re spoiling me,” you accused, your voice soft and a little breathless. It was hard not to have your breath taken away when he was like this, his strong hands handling you so very gently, his eyes alight with something far stronger than the word ‘love’ could ever hope to describe. Jason, for his part, just chuckled warmly.
“You don’t deserve anything less,” he replied. Then he laughed a bit and added: “Besides, someone has to stop you from passing out in bed fully clothed.” You could only laugh and swat lightly at the side of his head in reply.
“Look in the mirror, that’s you after patrol every night,” you teased right back, and he chuckled.
Jason finished helping you out of your boots, your puffy winter jacket, and the thinner hoodie you’d worn underneath. Then, he swept you up into his arms, prompting you to let out a startled laugh as your arms wound around his neck.
“Jason!” You chided, though your grin was evidence enough that you were more than happy to get the royal treatment. Jason grinned right back.
“You’re going to take a shower, then you’re going to eat something, and then you’re not getting out of bed for the rest of the night,” he stated, plain and simple. You hummed softly, heat rising to your cheeks because of how goddamn thoughtful he was.
“So kind,” you mused, your head coming to rest on his shoulder. “How ever can I repay you for this wonderful treatment?” you then asked, a note of faux drama in your tone, and the rumble of laughter it brought out of Jason was warmer than any amount of sunlight you could’ve asked for. But you meant it; you wanted to be able to take care of him, too.
“Just let me do this for you,” he said softly. “Really, that’s all I need.”
Once again, you hummed in reply. Jason was like that, sometimes, giving and giving and expecting nothing back. It broke your heart a little bit, but at the same time, that just meant that you had to redouble your efforts. Spoiling your boyfriend was a privilege, after all.
“I’m going to cuddle you and give you all the kisses you could ask for,” you decided. By now, Jason had arrived at the bathroom door, and had set you down. That flush was back on his cheeks again by the time you looked up at him, but he was still grinning, warm and adoring.
“That works as a payment,” he said, as if it had been up for debate. “Now, if you want me to have dinner ready by the time you’re done—”
“Jay,” you said, stopping him. You reached up, cradling his face in your warm palms, watching as something in his expression broke apart tenderly before he leaned into the touch like a puppy craving affection. There was an ache in your chest, fierce and adoring, and you pulled him down to press your lips to his. It was brief and soft and sweet, and when you pulled apart from him you whispered: “I love you. So much.”
“I love you too,” Jason whispered back, seeming a bit dazed. His hands were wrapped ever so gently around your wrists, as if expecting you to disappear any moment but imploring you to stay. Then he seemed to remember himself after blinking a few times, kissing your forehead. “Go,” he urged, “I’ll have dinner ready in a bit.”
The rest of the evening seemed to pass by in a peaceful haze. You took a warm shower, got dressed in a set of soft pajamas, ate dinner with Jason (and showered his cooking with compliments, of course), and soon found yourself being dragged to the bedroom. It didn’t take long for Jason to settle against you, head resting against your chest, arms wrapped around your waist to hold you close. Your hands found their way into his hair, carding through his curls, and he sighed contentedly.
“You’re like an oversized puppy,” you mused, only for Jason to huff. He shimmied up a little so he could nip at the underside of your jaw in retaliation, prompting a choked-off noise from you. You swore you could feel his grin against your skin.
“I can bite, if that’s what you want,” he practically purred, and you pushed his face away from your neck while turning your own head away to hide your blush. Based on the way Jason laughed, it didn’t work.
“Oh— hush,” you spluttered, prompting Jason to laugh again. Then, you added: “Hold that thought until tomorrow. I might take you up on it.”
“Sure, baby,” Jason responded, easily settling against you once more. He made sure to kiss the spot he’d grazed with his teeth earlier, a lighthearted apology that wasn’t actually needed, but very much appreciated. “I’ll be here all night.”
And that was the kicker of it, really. Sometimes, you felt as though you didn’t do enough for Jason in return for everything he did for you. He cared for you in a million different ways, anchoring you and cheering you up and caring for you when the exhaustion of a cold, dreary day settled deep into your bones. How could you possibly care for a man who seemed so strong, so capable, so willing to give?
It was exactly like this — holding him, letting him hold you, rubbing soft circles into his temples with your thumbs and watching the way he allowed himself to relax. You were his sanctuary, a reminder that he never had to spend another night alone, freezing in the cold with no one to comfort him. No more nights in a run down apartment that couldn’t shelter him from even a light breeze, no more winter days on the streets, no more cold, lonely months searching for a home. He’d found one already, and it was in your arms, warm and safe.
“I’ll be here too,” you whispered, kissing his forehead. “Always, Jay.”
Jason let out a soft, drowsy noise, pressing his face further into your chest. In response, you could only smile.
Winters weren’t so bad after all, as long as you had your boyfriend with you.
♬ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ
First post on the new blog, yay! Jason Todd my soft and sweet beloved… this was very much inspired by my first year of university, moving from a place with no snow to a place where it snowed for half the year was certainly an adjustment, and I sure wish I had someone like Jason to keep me warm :( I hope that you like my very first fic, there’s a lot more to come!
