I think Nanami is having the worst day of work in his entire life and he texts you in the middle of the day to tell you to charge your vibrator
And then he comes home and you try to coax him to eat and take a shower, but he instead lifts you up and carries you to the bedroom
And as he's undressing you and squeezing your body and playing with your pussy, he seeks praise
"I'm a good husband, aren't I, darling? Don't I take such good care of you in every way? Don't I make you happy and satisfied? You're so happy to have married me, right?"
And it's all true so of course you agree and then he drowns himself in your pussy goodnight
I'm a Jason 'Virgin Loser' Todd truther. I'm also a Jason 'Fat/chubby/plus size people are better' Todd truther. (Maybe slightly yandere at the end, but verrry soft)
SMUT BELOW THE CUT (verry soft tho, nothing too descriptive)
He meets you at a local library (maybe he's using Dicks or Dukes card) all cute, reading something he can't really make out with headphones on. He doesn't approach you at all, just kinda...looks at you for a bit before going back to reading.
He sees you again and again, always reading something he can't really make out, until he happens to walk past and notices you reading a book he absolutely loves. He sits at the table next to you and after a few moments, slips you a little sticky note that says 'Have you read the whole series or just this one?'
It all snowballs from there. From talking about books, to exchanging numbers, to going on dates, until y'all are about to have your first time together. He's scared, he's big and strong and doesn't want to accidentally hurt you :( and maybe you don't think you look all that good, or you're scared he won't like what he sees, but damn it if only you knew how close he was to busting just from seeing you topless.
By the time he gets inside, he tries so, so, so hard not to cum too soon cause he wants to make you feel amazing, and he's being so slow and gentle, always asking if you're okay, if it feels good, do you like it...you have to kiss him just to shut him up and even later into the relationship, maybe if y'all move in together, it still takes so much convincing to have him be even a little rough with you cause he's scared of hurting you but also because he loves being slow and gentle and sweet with you cause you're his baby, his first and only.
gently bossing him around. softly telling him to sit down. just barely tugging on his shirt and he’s immediately following your direction. let’s you ramble out bouts of nothingness as he allows you to manhandle him into whatever position. (around the kitchen, away from a crowd, into a quiet corner)
Him admiring her as if she were an angel descended on earth and being genuinely surprised and confused that she doesn't really see that much appeal in her body like he does, but he has a way of showing his sweetheart just how beautiful she is (he may or may not has bought a floor length mirror and positioned it riiight in front of their bed <33)
Xoxo
thank you for indulging in my chubby chaser jason fantasies <3
if there’s one thing jason is good at, it’s making you feel beautiful. hell, beautiful might be an understatement with the way he worships the ground you walk on and gazes at you with nothing but pure love and devotion.
sometime’s he can see you staring longingly at outfits while out shopping, and he’s all to quick to force those negative thoughts out of your head. he’ll encourage you to try them on, narrows his eyes when he knows you’re about to say something rude about yourself, and insists on buying it because all he wants is for you to see yourself the way he sees you — drop dead gorgeous and utterly perfect.
truth be told, jason loves his partners to have a little more meat on their bones, so to speak. there’s something about the way your eyes widen and face gets all flushed when he picks you up, sometimes completely out of the blue, and spins you around like you weigh nothing.
“jay, put me down! i’m too—”
“don’t you even think about finishing that sentence unless you’d like not being able to walk for the rest of the week.”
he’ll put you up on the counter and slide his hands under the sundress he had bought you, fingers gripping into the plush of your thighs until they’re parting to make room for him. you’re still too flustered to look him in the eye, lips curled into a slight pout and cheeks all puffed up.
“come on, sweetheart, don’t give me that look. you and i both know that i could easily bench double your weight without breaking a sweat.”
you can’t really fault him there, especially not when he’s slinging you over his shoulder and waltzing off to the bedroom. the asshole even has the audacity to laugh at your incessant demands to put me down! and the so-called-punches you threw at his toned back.
another thing jason todd was particularly good at was fucking those mean thoughts right out of your pretty little head.
ever the adventurous one, you and jason have tried your fair share of positions in the bedroom, though his favorite had to be reverse cowgirl. he loves having you perch on his lap right at the end of the bed, hands roaming your naked form with fervor, all the while he has you gaze into the mirror hung on the wall just across from you both. it was tall and expensive and oh-so-perfect to gaze at the sheer size difference between you and your boyfriend.
“so fuckin’ pretty, baby,” jason whispers, rough hands grabbing at the fat of your hips with need. “so perfect for me.”
you’re already at your wits end, throbbing with need around all eight inches of his cock nestled deep in your cunt, lips swollen from the way you kept tugging them between your teeth. it was hard to keep still, hips itching to move, but jason kept you from doing so.
“jason, please—”
“ah, ah, ah. you know the drill.”
giving a desperate whine, you threw your head back against his shoulder and rolled your hips. “you’re the worst.”
one of jason’s hands trailed up to grab at your neck, lips pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head as he gave a soft chuckle. “don’t be a brat and maybe i’ll give you what you want.”
“maybe?”
“mhmm. i’m sure if you said it sweet enough i could be convinced otherwise.”
huffing out a puff of air, you turned your gaze back to the mirror. jason’s hand trailed from your neck to your chest, giving your breasts some much needed attention while you stared at the reflection, embarrassment trickling into your nerves.
“i… i’m beautiful.”
his hand slowly slid down to your stomach, sharp eyes staring at your own in the mirror. “and?”
“and pretty.”
“and?”
“…gorgeous?”
“and?”
“and if you don’t fuck me within the next two seconds, i’m gonna—”
before you could even finish your sentence, jason gave a sudden thrust of his hips, forcing his cock all the deeper — deep enough to have the tip brushing at an all-too-sensitive spot and your eyes start to roll back.
“yeah? what are you gonna do, princess?”
his thrusts didn’t stop after the first. if anything, he was just getting started.
“gonna go try to get yourself off?”
“n-no, jay!”
the sound of skin-against-skin soon filled the room, coupled with his teasing words and your pleasure-filled noises.
“you sure ‘bout that?”
the quick nods from your head had him smirking, hands grabbing at the plush of your hips with a possessive touch. he held you tight and fucked up into you like an animal in heat, like he was desperate to leave a mark on you to show everyone else who you belonged to — who he belonged to, too.
“promise, i swear,” words were becoming harder to form with the way he relentlessly pounded up into your warm heat, “no one— ah! fucks me like you!” your arousal was more than evident with the way slick began to coat your inner thighs, a creamy white ring appearing around the base of his cock with every thrust.
