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blurbs and filth probably. mdni.

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cloud. she/her. 20s. mdni.

lately have been in a perpetual state of both wanting to slut out jason todd and dick grayson and wanting to hold them both very close to my chest and let them use my tits as a pillow and kiss them on the forehead and tell them it's going to be okay.

so we'll do all of the above here. welcome <3

mailbox is open for yaps and requests. this space will delve into matters 18+ & nsfw. minors do not interact.

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i love drawing him sleeping

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The pathetic virgin complete loser (and I say that endearingly) you’ve made out of Jason Todd is how I love him the most

this actually fried me !! i love him. if i'm honest with myself i think i saw this post and it rewired my brain and i haven't been the same since

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i am so so so so so so glad i’ve found your bling omg, your writing is amazing !!

actually me rn. i'm so happy you're here anon. welcome <33

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Jason kissing reader's hand through the day 🥺🥺🥺🥺

i'm actively smiling at my screen right now you don't understand.

in my head, jason todd is such a physical touch kind of lover, even if it may not come across that way at first when you're getting to know him or getting closer to him.

he's definitely particular, maybe he even gets easily overstimulated. this could come across as standoffish, but in my opinion this is at least a little bit rooted in hypervigilance - likely from how he spends his evenings or even trauma from his past, so many things could contribute to this. he's setting boundaries and coping with the feelings that bubble up, even with something as routine and subconscious as touch.

but with the right person, i feel like he wouldn't be able to get enough of you. he feels like he needs to keep everyone else in the world at an arm's length for his own protection, but you just melt down the barriers he maybe didn't even know existed.

so he would take every opportunity throughout the day to lace your fingers together - whether you're just sitting on the couch and watching tv, eating dinner together, etc. - and bring your hand up to his lips before placing it over his beating heart.

i had this all typed out and it was beautiful and then my app refreshed.. forgive me. maybe i'll write a little something about this later i am fully smitten with this concept

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feeling under the weather today so will be working on some requests and reading some comics <33 may change my theme who knows

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can we imagine, just for a moment, being JASON TODD's first kiss.

It's just you and him lounging around on the couch like you've done a million times. But today, there's a tension in the air. Something expectant, almost.

The TV drones on and on in the background, mercifully filling up the silence left by you and him. Those unspoken feelings that bubble up in your stomachs when you find you can barely look at each other without immediately looking away.

A fleeting glance of yours travels to his pretty eyes, meeting his gaze and almost drowning in it, before traveling down to his lips for a split second.

He notices — he notices everything. A little blush crawls up his face that he wishes he could wipe off with the back of his hand.

He'd be lying to himself if he said he'd never thought about it. The thoughts practically plagued him, fed by things he'd read about. The push and pull feelings of desire and yearning— Hell, he's even imagined, more times than he would ever admit, what it would feel like, your lips against his.

When you finally turn to face him fully, your eyes locked on his, there's no avoiding it any longer.

"Jason..."

His lips part as his name falls from your lips. How can something possibly sound so sweet?

"Pick a number between one and ten," he says, almost as if his words were in a hurry to leave his mouth.

He'd leave it up to chance. The number that came out of your mouth would make the decision he was too nervous to make for himself—

"Seven."

He exhales through his mouth at your answer before licking his lips.

He tilts his head, a silent, do you want this too? Eyes pleading, please tell me you do.

You nod.

And so he leans in, a devastatingly gentle press of your lips against his.

And then he's lost in you. Needing to be found.

He lets you take the lead completely, setting the tone and the pace. His eyes flutter shut at how soft you feel; he can't help the way his hand instinctively comes up to cup your face, the touch of you grounding him.

His thumb brushes over your cheek, swiping back and forth, almost in disbelief, like he can't believe that this is real. That you are real.

When your tongue brushes against the seam of his mouth, asking for entry, he can't help the little moan that escapes after letting you in, reveling in the way your tongue feels against his, savoring the way you taste.

He's so endearingly enthusiastic, unpracticed in the way he kisses you back. Like he wants to convey what you mean to him and wants to seize this opportunity you've given him.

It's better than anything he could have ever imagined.

cloud's noteˊ˗ what can i say, this ask just got me thinking about kissing jason todd and this mess happened. really hoping for something more substantive soon fingers crossed but i still had fun with this hehe

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https://x.com/wh0r30z/status/1979029673947312266 Jason Todd

you get it.

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JASON TODD really, really liked you. more than he wanted to admit to himself.

he felt like a fucking fool every time he thought too hard about it - about you - a blush painting his cheeks he'd hoped you'd never see.

luckily, with you, there were hardly any questions - nothing to make sense of - like something just clicks in his head.

the word that comes to mind to describe Jason as a lover is reverent.

even as you kiss, he can't help but marvel at how beautiful you look in his arms. how he'd do anything you asked of him. how things felt instinctive and right with you.

he kisses you like he could never get enough.

pinning you beneath him, just wanting to be close, he peppers kisses up your neck and jaw, nipping your soft skin before easing the sting with laves of his tongue.

he couldn't help the tinge of ego that comes to the surface when he hears your gasp as he carries you to bed with no effort. the awe he feels when he reaches down to feel how wet your panties are for him; he’s barely touched you, and you're soaking.

can’t help his delight at being tasked with swallowing the noises that escape your lips when he begins to touch you. he feels a possessiveness course through his veins. you were glorious. and this was all for him.

you squirm and grind against his touch, brushing against the sizable tent that was growing in his pants. he smiles against your lips as he encourages the way you reach down to palm him through his pants. the way you undo the fly and wrap your hands around his cock.

he teases you with his length at first, running it over your cloth covered clit before pulling your panties to the side to tease your increasingly wet folds - a taste of what's to come.

he could cum this way, he thinks. just rubbing his cock against your pretty pussy. you were so fucking warm and wet.

as he pushes into you with a groan, even just the tip is a stretch for your sweet cunt at first. it's a tight fit as you adjust, and he has to take deep breaths to not lose himself in you right away.

your fingers rake up and down his back, almost ritualistically, as he continues to ease into you inch by inch.

he runs his hands over your body like you're something precious, forehead pressed to yours as he fucks you. he takes his time and wants you to feel all of him.

he marvels at how you take him so well, the way you scrunch your nose as you adjust to him. he runs his thumb over your bottom lip, urging you to release it from the way it was worried between your teeth. he wanted to hear how good he made you feel.

and if you wanted it, it would be so easy for him to just give all of himself to you. to thrust all the way in and set his pace, drinking in your sweet noises, attaining the closeness he also so desperately wanted. would hardly be any effort at all.

and the way your cunt flutters around him? feels like you might want it too. he knows he hopes you do.

but he's going to hold off until you say so. wants to let you set the pace: to hear your pretty voice ask for exactly what you want.

he'd give you the world if he could.

cloud's noteˊ˗ save me loverboy jason todd.

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reader taking pictures with Jason in some weekend they're without nothing to do so she takes pictures of their day in their and with him like cliche pictures on the mirror joking whatever he's doing or recording videos with him and him kissing their shoulder with love puppy eyes and reader getting shy or couple selfies with him whatever he's seeing or not just a bunch of pictures for them :))

i literally have hearts in my eyes right now anon. the way you describe this is so vivid and beautiful and domestic, i can see it behind my eyelids omg.

in my head jason has the type of face that absolutely lights up for the people he loves, in spite of whatever resting bitch face situation he has going on. he’s just putty in their hands. to be honest i feel like he’d secretly love that his partner wants to document a mundane weekend just for them. kind of makes me also think about what else they’d like just for them ykwim

i’m also just imagining photographer!jason who post-revival becomes so infatuated with documenting things and memory keeping. maybe film photography or something.

in my head he's the type to take photos of sunsets he wants to see again because there was a time when he opened his eyes and all he saw was blackness - so he doesn't take a single one for granted. takes extra care to remember and bask in the way the light hits your face.

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‧₊˚ dick grayson is a munch. dick grayson x f!reader

18+, MDNI. spiritual successor blurb to this.

when DICK GRAYSON finally learned his lesson on how to eat you out right, he found himself addicted to perfecting his technique.

he loves everything about it. loves the way you taste, loves the way you latch onto his hair and pull. loves the pretty way you whine and your mouth falls open for him.

but one thing about Dick Grayson was that he loved to tease.

he doesn't give in right away, instead concerning himself with every inch of skin he could access. pulling up your shirt, he exposes the soft skin of your stomach, placing soft kisses in the sensitive expanse below your navel.

it's like he's trying to drive you crazy.

he laughs as you whine, your body practically singing and begging for more.

and who was he to deny you?

finally taking pity on you, Dick's tongue delves between your legs, giving your folds a long lick and teasing your entrance at first. he knows your body now - has learned every little spot that makes you cry out for him. knows exactly how to make your cunt clench around nothing, so ready and aching for him.

he focuses his attention on that sensitive bundle of nerves with hyper-precision, circling and flicking over it with the tip of his tongue. your thighs clench around his head, your hands grabbing onto his hair, pulling him closer and urging him to continue. just as you felt yourself teetering on the brink, he seals his lips around your clit and suckles hard, sending you over the edge into a shattering climax.

your hips buck, body trembling with the overwhelming sensation of his tongue as he helps you ride out the orgasm. he holds you down with strong arms, gripping your thighs and spreading your legs wider as he continues to bury his face into you, licking up the proof of your pleasure.

he looks up at you, eyes glinting with mirth and an unsated hunger that makes your heart race.

even as you caught your breath with a blissed out expression, skin flushed and chest heaving, it was impossible to miss the desire in his gaze - he wasn't even close to done with you.

he was on you again before you could process, strong hands flipping you onto your stomach. he forces you onto your hands and knees, face pressed into the mattress and ass up in the air for him.

you whimper as you feel the cool air on your still-sensitive folds before you feel his hands spreading your dripping cunt apart, the heat of his mouth on you again.

he dove in like he was still starving, licking and sucking at your sensitive flesh with an intensity that had you crying out and gripping onto the sheets. his tongue delves deep, fucking into your core and brushing against that special spot inside of you that had you seeing white.

obscene noises filled the room as he feasted on you, thumb wandering to tease the delicate bud of the entrance he’d yet to take.

you cried out for him, voice muffled by your face pressed into the sheets as he didn’t let up, even after climax after climax overtook you. he simply groaned against your core as he brought you to new heights, continuing through each increasingly shattering peak. you couldn’t help the way your release dripped out of you as you rode out the pleasure.

it wasn’t long before your body went completely limp, collapsing onto the bed. he gave one cheek a reverent smack, then a kiss, before undoing his pants, stroking his heavy erection with anticipation of what was still to come.

cloud's noteˊ˗ blacked out for a second and this happened. missed writing for dick, more to come <3

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ⭑ 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍

⭑ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐗 :: 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄!𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐱 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑. ⌗ ghostface, mild knife play, & fear play

⭑ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: in which you thought fear would make you scream or fight. turns out it makes you tremble and beg.

⭑ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: ghostface!dick x reader, fear play, fingering, creampie, mild knife play, fingering, creampie.

⭑ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: lowkey i didn’t know what i was doing with this and it shows… i was trying to make it a little bit different than the other ghostface! i’ve seen but idk pls just take my offering of effort thank ya

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

the rain hadn't let up in hours. what started as just a drizzle, now hammered the roof like nails, slid in rivulets down the glass panes, blurred the world beyond your windows until everything outside looked distant and warped—like a bad dream.

your apartment was too quiet. too still. the kind of stillness that starts to feel sentient. you had one lamp on in the corner, casting a dim, orange glow that stretched long shadows across the walls. the tv was off. your phone had died sometime around midnight. but despite everything, you were still undressed, padding barefoot from the bathroom to your bedroom, towel wrapped loose around your body, hair dripping wet down your shoulders.

the hallway bulb buzzed faintly overhead. you glanced at it without thinking, and it blinked once, dimmed, then flicked back to life. but something about it made your skin crawl—like it hadn’t blinked out because of bad wiring, it was like something had passed beneath it.

you turned, a slow pivot toward the bathroom again. the door, which you swore you’d left mostly closed, was now open wider. just wide enough for a person to step through sideways. the fogged mirror inside reflected nothing. you stared into the blackness beyond the doorframe and felt your pulse speed up.

you didn’t want to step closer, but you couldn’t stop your feet. you walked stiffly, towel pulled tighter, bare feet cold on the tile.

a puddle trailed from the bathroom toward the door, but as you got closer, you realized something was wrong. the drops weren’t where they should be. not matching the trail your feet made. too many. too spaced. too large.

they didn’t look like water.

you looked toward your front door. the deadbolt was still turned. the chain still hooked. but something about the room had changed.

and then, your phone buzzed.

it was on the kitchen counter, where you'd left it earlier—black screen facing down, charging cable limp on the floor. it had been dead all night. you hadn’t plugged it in. you hadn’t touched it.

your legs moved on instinct, fast, almost slipping on the floor. you grabbed the phone. it buzzed again in your hand and the screen lit up.

unknown number. one new message.

you opened it, hands shaking and the image loaded slowly. first darkness. then something pale. the blurry outline of your own back. your towel. your hair. your shoulder.

a photo. taken from inside your apartment. from behind you.

your breath caught in your throat and you could almost feel the air shift when the realization hit—someone had been close enough to raise a phone, to line it up, and press the shutter without you hearing.

you backed toward the lamp, flicked it off without thinking; the room shrank instantly, shadows folding inward. for a heartbeat, you were sure you heard the quiet click of a floorboard. not from the hall, but nearer. inside.

the phone buzzed again. another photo. your hand trembled as you brought it up to your face. this time it was a little clearer—your own head tilted slightly forward, still in that same towel, but now the angle was different, closer.

you turned toward the kitchen. the puddle of water from your hair gleamed faintly in the last of the light from outside. and then, over the hiss of the rain, you heard it.

a faint scrape. metal on tile.

your chest tightened. you whispered, “who’s there?” and hated how small your voice sounded.

no answer.

another scrape.

you moved backwards, toward the bedroom door. your phone screen dimmed, then blacked out completely. the buzz in your ears wasn’t from the power; it was your pulse.

a third sound came, soft and wet, like a glove dragging across the countertop. you could smell something faint and caught the slimmest glimpse of a reflection in the window: a shape moving, tall and narrow, draped in black.

you froze, every muscle screaming not to look.

the voice arrived before you could turn around, inches from your ear:

“you shouldn’t have turned off the light.”

you dropped the phone. it hit the floor with a dull thud.

your breath came out in short bursts. the next sound was the faint click of something metallic—blade against handle. you didn’t see the knife, but you felt it in the air, that charged presence, the weight of it between you and the dark.

“you like being watched?” the voice rasped. “you left the curtains open just for me, huh?”

you groped for your phone on the floor and snatched it up again, thumb flying to your favorite contact. dick. your boyfriend. you hit call, pressed the speaker close.

the ring tone cut through the static‑hush of rain—two chimes, three—then a second sound answered it.

a muffled vibration. inside the room.

your head whipped toward it. the noise came from him. from ghostface. deep in the folds of his robe, something was buzzing. faint light pulsed through the black fabric, blue and white.

you froze.

he didn’t move to hide it. only looked down at the pocket where the sound came from, then back at you. the mask tilted, slow, deliberate.

your phone slipped in your grip, the screen flashing CALL ENDED.

“looking for someone?” the voice rasped again, almost amused.

questions swarmed through your mind and your breath hitched, chest rising and falling too fast. he took one step closer. the rain outside roared, drowning everything but his breathing through the modulator.

you stumbled backward until the edge of the couch caught the back of your knees. the shape in the dark didn’t move closer, not yet. you could see only the white curve of the mask, its empty eyes catching what little light there was.

you opened your mouth to speak, or scream, or something, but no sound came out—your body didn’t know whether to run or fold. your thighs clenched involuntarily, nerves buzzing.

his gloved fingers pressed to your lips, but it was the knife that kept you still. he wasn’t threatening you with it. not really. just letting it hang there, barely brushing your collarbone.

his voice, low through the modulator finally spoke, “don’t move. not unless i tell you to.”

the tip of his knife traced up, slowly, not cutting—just testing. along the hollow of your throat. the edge met your jaw. lingered there. he tilted the blade. the cool spine of it pressed flat against your cheek.

you nodded. barely.

“good girl, now sit."

you didn’t hesitate. just did it. the mask tilted again as he stepped closer. he watched you—no, studied you, like he was cataloging every reaction. every breath, every shift of your thighs, every tremble that ran through your limbs.

he didn’t set the knife down yet, it stayed in his hand even as he moved over you, dragging its weight lightly down your ribs, the blunt edge whispering over skin.

you weren’t scared of it. not anymore. you were scared of why you weren’t scared.

then he dropped to his knees in front of you and spread your thighs open with gloved hands. your breath caught, legs parting under his grip like you were nothing more than something to unwrap.

“wet already,” he muttered, the voice-changer buzzing at the edges of his amusement. “fuck, you really do like it.”

then came the kiss of metal again, featherlight this time—the back of the blade drawing a line up the inside of your thigh. no threat. just intention. a promise you couldn’t quite name.

his hand replaced it.

and you stopped thinking altogether.

you could feel it now, your slick soaking the inside of your thighs, the heat blooming between your legs, it almost hurt. you hated how ready you were. how your hips shifted up without thinking, chasing the brush of this stranger's touch, how your cunt clenched down on nothing in anticipation. you hated that his mask never moved, never blinked, but you could feel him grinning behind it.

his thumb dragged up the center of your folds—slow, like he wanted to see what you’d do. and in response, your whole body jolted. “ah—f-fuck—”

he hummed, pressing deeper, two fingers now slipping inside with obscene ease. he curled them. your head snapped back against the couch, eyes fluttering shut as he stroked you open, coaxed your body into that helpless rhythm, hips twitching with every thrust of his hand. his gloves were smooth, but not slick—they dragged most maddeningly against your swollen inner walls, made your pussy pulse around him with raw need.

then he pulled out. wiped his fingers on your thigh.

“ride me.” his voice didn’t rise. it didn’t ask. it said what was happening in this moment. he leaned back, settled into the space between your legs, and parted the robes to reveal what he’d been hiding—thick, heavy, cock dark n hard, already leaking at the tip. he stroked it once, lazily, then motioned for you to move.

your knees protested when you climbed into his lap, but your body didn’t stop. couldn’t stop. he guided you with both hands—one on your hip, the other curled firm around your ass, fingers digging in enough to bruise. the head of his cock pressed to your entrance, and you whimpered.

“sit,” he said again.

and you did. you sank down around him in slow, aching inches. his cock stretched you wide, deeper than anything had before. your breath came in shallow, desperate little pants as you took him to the base, hips shaking as you finally rested your weight in his lap, completely full. you could feel him twitching inside you, could feel your walls squeezing down around him, greedy, starving.

“fuck,” he hissed. “you’re tight.”

he didn’t let you rest. his hands closed hard around your waist and began to fuck up into you—snapping thrusts that made you cry out, made your thighs tremble and your arms loop around his shoulders to keep yourself upright. the couch groaned beneath you both, your bodies slamming together wetly with every bounce of your hips.

your nails scratched against his robe, trying to find anything to grab onto. every time he thrust upward, he hit something so deep inside you it stole the breath from your lungs. you moaned, loud and open-mouthed—“ah—ahh—yes, fuck—fuck!”—and felt him grin behind the mask.

his grip moved to your throat. not hard. but enough to make your breath hitch and your pulse throb. he tilted your face up toward his, the empty black sockets of his mask locking onto your eyes.

“say you like it.”

you swallowed hard. “i—I like it—f-fuck, I love it—please—don’t stop—”

his cock twitched inside you.

“that's my good girl.”

he flipped you over in one fluid motion, barely giving you time to process it—suddenly you were face-down on the couch cushions, ass in the air, your slick cunt gaping around nothing, and then he was there again. slamming into you from behind with brutal force, pounding you open like he was trying to break something.

“fucking take it,” he growled.

his cock drove into you over and over, hard enough to punch the air from your lungs. your thighs quivered, your face pressed into the cushion to muffle your cries, but you couldn’t stop moaning. you didn’t want to. your body was melting, nerves short-circuiting.

his hand slid around to your clit, rubbed it mercilessly in time with each thrust. your pussy clenched down around him with wet, needy spasms, body shaking and aching as pleasure tore through you. your scream was high and raw and desperate.

he fucked you through your orgasm. didn’t let up. kept pounding into your pulsing, soaked cunt with relentless precision until you were sobbing into the couch.

“just like that, baby,” he growled, voice nearly human behind the distortion, and thrust deep one last time. you felt it—his cock twitching, the hot flood of cum inside you, thick and heavy and endless, leaking out before he’d even pulled out.

he stayed buried inside you for a long moment, like he was savoring it—your body, your heat, the way you were trembling under him, leaking and spent. you felt him shift behind you, the mask brushing your shoulder lightly as he leaned in, exhale warm where it ghosted over your skin.

then, so close you felt the words shape against your neck, came the faintest trace of his real voice, unfiltered, unmasked.

“you okay, baby?”

a sound you’d know anywhere. a voice that shouldn’t have been here. the same boyfriend who told you he couldn’t make it tonight.

the same voice that left you a voicemail an hour ago saying sorry, rain’s getting bad—stay safe. i love you.

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‧₊˚ have thought countless times about Jason Todd coming home to you after patrol. but what about coming home to Jason Todd after a long day? : jason todd x reader. safe for work.

Jason runs a hand through his hair as he’s settled into the peace of the day, so different from where he would find himself a mere few hours later. he bathes in the afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows of your shared apartment, perfectly hitting that one spot on the couch.

the still silence is only disrupted by the sound of pages turning as he progresses through the book he’s reading accompanied by the occasional puff of air leaving his nose as he reads a particularly amusing passage.

and when you step through the door, he looks up and takes in how the weight of the day seems to present itself on your features. how exhausted you seemed. wordlessly, he sets his book down, holding his place with the bookmark you had gifted him before approaching you.

“c’mere.”

a small smile appears on Jason’s face as he takes you into his arms, able to tactically feel as you release the sigh you've been holding in, his presence grounding as you rest your head on his shoulder.

he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

Jason revels in your trust in him — the trust that he knows exactly what you need and will give it to you. he’s so soft despite the strength of the certainty he makes you feel; you practically cling to him. what you might not have realized yet was the comfort you offer him in return. how he settles right back into you.   

he eventually moves you both to the couch. Jason’s head lies on your stomach, his pillow of choice, as he lets you recount your day, calloused fingers drawing shapes on your skin as he listened, strong legs lazily draping over the arm of the couch.

you feel glimmers of peace as your arm wraps around him, palm coming to rest over the steady beat of his heart. your own heart races as he covers your hand with his. it’s so much bigger than yours.

things are easy with Jason. always have been. a look down reveals the dimpling of his cheeks as he opens his mouth to say whatever crosses his mind first. familiar smile lines grace you with their presence as he makes you laugh, and it kind of feels like coming home.   

he eventually hides your phone and puts on the sappy movie you've been begging him to watch, just to take your mind off of everything.  

“just be here with me, sweetheart.”

he had a point. currently, the only thought in your head was how you needed him as close as possible.

would it fix everything? probably not. 

but maybe it could help.

[clarkskink]

CAN I PULL YOU FOR A CHAT?

WARNINGS: a little suggestive and touchy towards the end, but this part is pretty tame!

⌞LEXY'S NOTES: love island is my guilty pleasure tbh, and dick as a bombshell is soooo yummy. might do a pt.2 with a hideaway or heart rate challenge :p … also not proofread so ignore any mistakes pls pls⌝

❁ my reqs are open! look at my guidelines before sending one!

MASTERLIST

love island!dick that definitely comes in as a bombshell! probably in the first or second batch.

you were already paired up in a couple, but when you got a text saying “hey, sweetheart meet me on the dock. got something really special planned for you. #candlelitdinner #bombshell alert” , you immediately got ready for the date.

to your surprise, it’s probably the hottest man every waiting up there for you, and the minute he flashed you a boyish grin, paired with a “hey, im richard” you’re hooked and there’s no going back.

love island!dick that comes off as well, a dick. he knows exactly what he wants after your date and that’s to steal you from your guy.

every challenge he chooses to pair up with you. regardless of whether or not it’s kissing, an athletic one or even just a game where they ask questions, you’re the one he wants to do it with.

love island!dick that goes out of his way every morning to make sure you have a plate of breakfast in front of you. if he has to, he’ll push your current guys dish aside, and put your focus on his instead. he’s not a top chef by any means, but if it’s gonna put a smile to his girls face, you bet your ass he’s gonna try his best to be gourmet.

love island!dick that’s super touchy. you’re still in your original couple, but it’s pretty known through the villa and to the viewers that you’re his, and he’s yours. he can’t stand the thought of being away from you for too long.

you’re laying on a beanbag? he’s laying on the yellow one right next to you. you need a break from everyone and head to the soul ties? he’s holding your hand up the stairs. it’s common knowledge that wherever you are, he’s following right behind you.

when he first came into the villa and you guys parted from your date, he did talk to a few girls but they didn’t click as fast as he did with you.

love island!dick that makes sure you know there’s no girls you have to worry about. you don’t want to step on anyone’s toes considering the whole point of the show is to test out connections, but you’re hoping deep down that there’s not anyone you have to compete with.

when it’s finally time for the re coupling, you both couldn’t wait. as soon as another islander yelled out “i got a text!” and read the words “islanders, tonight there will be a recoupling #finalchoices #lock in”, you ran off to your respective places, heart beating fast in your chest and got ready with the rest of the girls for the night ahead.

it was no surprise when love island!dick let out the most heart warming speech before saying your name. you already knew you were falling hard for him but his words made you want him even more.

you both can’t get enough of each other. now that you can finally share a bed as a couple, his touches become more intentional. he’s wrapping a possessive arm around your waist and the other around your neck, pulling you into his chest.

but when the lights turn off, love island!dick wants to celebrate finally becoming a couple! a hand under your big tee, cupping your tit, while he grinds slowly into you, letting you feel the twitches of his bulge. he only wore a pair of boxers to bed tonight, and it’s leaving very little to the imagination. and as he works you up, he presses soft open mouth kisses to your inviting lips, making sure you keep quiet and the others don’t hear.

waking up after a night like that felt like a fever dream. but the minute they turn the lights on and you see the suggestive looks the other girls are sending you, you think maybe you and love island!dick we’re as quiet as you had hoped….

maybe the other islanders will take this as a sign, and send you both to the hideaway next!

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[cloudscars]

JASON TODD tended to run hot.

he’d grab your icy hand while the two of you were out on a walk and let you share the warmth of the pocket of his hoodie.

you'd often find him walking around your apartment without a shirt, even in the autumn as the air started to chill - not that you minded.

he'd kick off the covers and blankets while he sleeps with you in his arms; you were the only thing he wanted wrapped around him anyway.

sitting with you in the living room by the fireplace as the wind howls outside, jason slips your somehow always-cold hand under his t-shirt, bare against his skin (and over his heart) to warm it up. makes a little sizzling “ssss” sound at the feeling of your hand on him. he gives you a goofy crooked grin in response to your snort.

but jason's eyes are smoldering as he lays you back on the couch, placing open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat, smiling against your skin.

"always so fucking freezing."

and he only wanted to help.

—

jason runs his hands over your body, fingers skimming over your sides, your hips. feeling the goosebumps bloom on your skin beneath his fingers. he groans softly, the sound vibrating in his chest as he feels you shiver, not from the cold, pulling you closer until you're flush against him. captures your lips in a searing kiss, tongue delving into your mouth, nipping and sucking at your bottom lip.

his hips had started to move on their own, grinding against you. he was already hard, his cock straining against the confines of his sweats as he ruts against you, seeking the heat of your core, pulling you closer to him. you felt good. too fucking good.

"gonna make me cum 'n my pants if you keep this up. that what you want?" he rasps into your ear, nipping your earlobe before soothing sting with his tongue.

the living room flickered with the light from the fireplace, the persistent sound of crackling melding with your moans.

"jason," you all but whimpered, voice breathy and needy. "please...i..i need.." you couldn't even finish your sentence, too lost in the heady haze of feelings he was giving you.

and he knew exactly what you needed. could see it in the way your eyes glazed over with desire, in the way your body trembled against his. how your hips bucked up to meet his, seeking more friction, more heat.

he was addicted to the way your bodies melted together. like you were made for each other.

cloud's noteˊ˗ inspired by the weather starting to chill a little and i need jason to warm me up desperately.

[cloudscars]

jason reaction after his gf asked to be squeezed by his biceps. That's all. I need him so bad

oh...

there's something about jason todd who almost forgets his own strength - when it comes to you, anyway. something about the way you are scrambles his brain, letting him tap into a softer part of him and him forget what he's capable of, totally disarming the ruthless man beneath the red hood.

so when you come to him one day, bottom lip worried between your teeth, complimenting the body he's insecure of - he's never felt at home in his own skin - running a gentle hand over his arms, wrapping yourself in them and pressing yourself back against him.

his mind is at war with itself, starting to race as you're sitting pretty on his lap, his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. that's all he wants, after all. to be close to you.

but then you grind against him just so as you ask him to squeeze you in his arms, to take you however he wants, so fucking sweetly.

he can't help the way a faint blush crawls up his cheeks at the baser thoughts that race through his head.

he has to bury his face into your hair, kissing at your neck while he's there.

maybe he's taking you from behind, his arm around your neck, the flex of his muscles pulling you closer to him. there was something about the way that he could just hold you down and take what he needed if he wanted to.

and you'd just be asking for more. he thinks about the way your cunt would squeeze around him so perfectly as he tightens his grip just so, and your moans would be so pretty as you react to the way he's wrapped around you.

he wouldn't be able to help the way his arm would tighten around you a little more as you take every inch of him.

[ciricearts]

I giggled doing this hehe

[oakwoodpunk]

He's so a sub