catwoman's whip

parasocial bug || mdni

[fleurmarjorieargent]

viola⋆˚꩜｡

they/them. eighteen. neurodivergent. poc queer chronically online penguin.

minors do not interact, please!! nsfw blog :3

anti-depressants [letterboxd]

masterlist || fwb!jason todd!series masterlist

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 i do not give permission to have my works reposted, translated, or fed to ai. and yes, i will put a generational curse on you if you do 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

[girlwonderous]

doesn’t matter how ‘bad boy’ or ‘hot’ ppl wanna make him, jason’s appearance should always give a little bit of cutie pie

[fleurmarjorieargent]

guess who (me) trusted a man (my biological father) again and relapsed when he broke their trust again :3

[s3ev3enty]

spiderman brand new day

quick one!

[wallyeater]

[fleurmarjorieargent]

reader, who doesn't wanna bring jason to any of her work parties because he has something to say about everything.

jason, who devotedly attends all of her work parties with her, because it's simply rude to let her go stag.

i mean, seriously, what's the point of having him as a boyfriend if you can't even show him off as your arm candy?!? and it's sweet really. jason todd is the loveliest date. and then sometimes he'd lean his mouth down to your ear and begrudgingly say "the man at your four o'clock, is that the one you were telling me about last week? the one having an affair with his secretary? god he's bald. no wonder he's evil. it's always the bald men." you'd glare at him, because seriously that is soooooo rude, you're not giggling internally at all. and jason would murmur out a sheepish, "i'm grateful to be here, of course. you look gorgeous, ma." and then he's taking you into his arms and kissing your cheek all adorably to get a smile out of you.

[mixelation]

we as a society have GOT to accept that it is okay if we get blocked. you do not have the right to interact with every single person on the internet. "but then i can't interact with their content" yes that is the point "but i didn't do anything" no one owes you an explanation and you don't have to have "done something" to be blocked. let it go

[twinsfawn]

[luetta]

[paramytheaart]

Back study ft. Jason Todd

[waveoftheocean]

here's the full 2 page comic i did for @batfamilyzine ft. little richard sneaking away from a boring gala!! 🤸‍♂️

[batwngs]

can you do the classic ass or tits dc boys 🥸🥸🥸

what ever happened to personality?? anyway i made a chart

FEATURING: roy harper, hal jordan, oliver queen, victor stone, garth of shayeris, dick grayson, jason todd, clark kent, bruce wayne, and jean-paul valley WARNING(S): NSFW (18+ only, mdni), explicit descriptions of sex and intimacy, mentions of anal and anal play, mentions of oral (reader receiving), mentions of nipple play, penetrative sex, afab! reader, not proofread

ROY HARPER: to me, he's like the epitome of 'i love you, but i'm going to fuck you like i hate you' and because of that he usually has you in positions where he can get a great view of your ass. he loves the more intimate, front-facing positions (esp when he's desperate and in need of reassurance of some kind), but more often than not you're in doggy or at least in any position that allows him access to your ass. like his hand will be on your ass at all times if possible.

if you're into it or open to try, he would so love to eat your ass out too, enjoying both your pussy and ass as if he were a starved man—and, because i love him, he'd cum from this alone. if you're not as open to anal in any way, he'd still love to eat you out from behind, leaving bite marks on the fullness of your curves and thighs, and spreading your ass cheeks a part just so he can memorize the way your body reacts to him. in general, i think he really gets off on watching the way your body moves and responds to him, regardless of if it's your moans getting louder at the way he tongues your clit or if it's your back arching and ass pushing back to meet his thrusts; it's just intimate how no matter how rough or soft he's being, your bodies move in such unison. even in casual everyday moments of domesticity, he would just playfully and lovingly squeeze your ass in passing and relish in the little ways you react to him. you could be pouring yourself some coffee in the morning or making yourself breakfast when roy would just pass by and cop a quick feel, causing you to giggle or slightly jump at the sudden touch you weren't expecting. i think he would just love that you love him very presently and openly

HAL JORDAN: he's honestly not that much better than roy here, but because of his complex relationship with gender and sexuality, he wouldn't be as open to anal like roy is, not at least until he's older and post-spectre. he'd still absolutely love any position that allows him access to groping and touching your ass. whether that be having you on your hands and knees with your face pressed firmly into the mattress while one hand grips your hip and the other palms the fullness of your cheek, or having you in reverse cowgirl he's really just indulging and admiring the view. outside of sex, he would also just take every opportunity to touch you; instead of his hand resting on your waist, his would just exist on your lower back and slowly inch its way down, probably and most likely resting his hand in the back-pocket of your jeans while you're both out at a bar for the night

OLIVER QUEEN: never met a socialist that wasn't an ass man! but tbh he's a closeted ass guy to me, one with a solid pr team to make him seem like he's a tits guy but the minute you're alone with him, he's feeling you up! i also just feel like he's so incredibly intimate and romantic about it too, like he's not just into your ass but incredibly in love with your back and how your body is shaped so perfectly, how the pathway of your spine and the contours of your flesh create one of the most delicate curves in the universe. and have you ever noticed how similar one's back can be to the spine of a bow? mechanically not the same, but metaphorically, analogously, i think ollie would find himself immensely in love all the same in how he would, in an effort to offer you a back massage after a grueling week, end up gently kissing his way from the nape of your neck to the very end of your spine all while softly massaging the fullness of your ass before finally pressing kisses there too. you'd probably laugh and giggle and sigh and hum at his declarations of love pressed to your skin like this but it's just music to his ears

also recency bias, i can't not think of @mick-is-asleep's fic and just the concept of him absolutely admiring your back and ass as you ask him to help zip up your evening wear or even have him help clasp your necklace for the night's gala—it's probably the only thing that keeps him sane throughout the event as well as the prospect of getting to undress you once home.

VIC STONE: i think he would know how to appreciate your body regardless, but yeah this man loves your ass. he would absolutely find any and every excuse to pick you up and toss you over his shoulder, and somehow his hand would be conveniently placed on your ass—for stability, he'd assure you. vic is generally pretty playful when he can be, so i don't think he would shy away from pinching and lightly slapping your ass in passing, or even just resting his hand on you as you're laid across his lap watching a movie together. but, vic is also a very competent and intelligent person, he knows exactly when to lock in and that's often during sex; even, if it's on the sillier side, he's still very much focused on teasing you for your pleasure. if you're into spanking, he'd definitely lean into that for you, but largely he's incredibly gentle with his touches—even when he's roughly palming and massaging the flesh of your ass before dragging his thick fingers along your walls

GARTH OF SHAYERIS: he's such a lover boy that if you genuinely asked him 'ass or tits?' he'd probably say your eyes. and he wouldn't be wrong to say that because i think he would genuinely be so in love with your eyes, and just every aspect of you. he's very middle-ground about this though because in the bedroom, where he would prefer any position where he can see your face (again, because of your eyes!), he would very much give a lot of attention to your chest, kissing a fevered yet delicately wet path from your lips down your jaw and neck until his lips are wrapped around one of your nipples, gently sucking before he eventually kisses his way back up to your lips. but outside of the bedroom, in those domestic moments where you're both cuddling on the couch and your head is laying on his chest, his hands would just be resting on the curve of your ass. he's just overall very gentle and tender with his affection (and his mouth)

DICK GRAYSON: perhaps this is also recency bias as i still have @patientofarkhamasylum's amazing fic on my mind, but while everyone does think dick would be an ass man, i think he finds much more comfort and love with his face pressed against your chest. like sarah mentioned in her fic, i think listening to your heartbeat would be incredibly grounding for him especially as things get hectic and out of control for him on patrols or cases—regardless of if it's bludhaven, gotham, or titans-related. there is something so deeply calming about falling asleep—a thing that dick actually rarely does!—with your breasts as his pillow, whether that be in bed or on the couch. i can also see him seeking out hugs like this after grueling cases, after moments where he feels like a failure clad in black and blue (in bruises and design); the idea of coming up to him at his messy desk with water in hand, knowing he probably hasn't had any since the morning, only to have him turn to you with that boyish, tired smile of his before gently pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around you as his head rests on your chest, beautiful eyes looking up at you with the wonder you always look at him with before he closes them to concentrate on matching his breathing to your heart's beating. he'd probably also sneak a hand underneath your shirt and unclasp your bra if you were still wearing one at that point in the evening, just so that he can be closer to you (and you'd probably have to stop him from trying to take your shirt off too, at least while the windows to his apartment are wide and open)

and for the same reasons, i think he'd very much prefer sexual positions and acts where you're both facing one another: he's a very sentimental romantic at his foundation so there aren't many positions he favors that you're facing away from him (except for when you're riding his face ig), but these positions, like missionary or lotus, just allow him to also massage and play with your breast as he's balls deep inside you with his tongue down your throat. he generally just likes to have his hands on you in some way, both in and out of the bedroom, because being intimate with your partner like this is something that means so much to him; it's a little overwhelming how all-consuming his presence can be when you're together, but he just loves the closeness, loves being grounded while simultaneously suspended by your presence, your love, your everything

CLARK KENT: this is a guy who actively memorizing heart beats of the people he loves, i really doubt he wouldn't want to bury his face between your breasts and just listen to your heart sing. i think he would also just enjoy pressing kisses down your sternum and relish in the comforting feeling of your heart beating against his lips. clark would also find himself staring at your chest, it's not something he intentionally does though. you can be stretching at your desk after a great writing session late in the evening at his apartment, your tank top riding up slightly and the upward pull of your arms bringing your breasts together, and clark would just stare at how lovely you look like this, even if it's momentary, even if you've already put your arms down and caught the direction of his eyes placed right at your chest. or, as you're both trying to be intimate, you'd take off your shirt and his breath would hitch as if he hasn't seen you in this particular bra before, as if he hasn't seen and loved your breasts before. you'd point it out every time with a giggle and he'd be a blushing mess about it, apologizing like he did something wrong and blasphemous by just looking as if you aren't straddling his waist and staring right at his own chest too..

BRUCE WAYNE: so like he's definitely not beating the breeding kink allegations. i really do believe his happy place is sucking on your tits where i think he could genuinely spend an entire round marking your chest as he moans and pants onto your flesh while his fingers curl inside your core until you're cumming and clenching on them (and ofc he'd cum just from sucking on and biting your nipples) but here's the thing about bruce wayne: he's going to deny and abstain from his wants, desires, and yearnings, especially if it brings him even a smidge of happiness. this is a guy who often doesn't allow himself to be happy (e.g. mask of the phantasm monologue), so while he would absolutely love to spend hours or the rest of his life buried between your breasts and kissing, sucking, biting, and playing with your flesh and nipples until you're forcing him off of you (and even then, he'd beg for five more minutes which would turn into another five minutes, etc. etc.) he really would not let himself indulge unless it was solely for your pleasure

but.. even then,. he's so so clinical with sex—or, maybe not so much as clinical as he is strict in a weirdly intense and try-hard sense. the strictness really only applies to him because, to be honest, this is a guy who grades himself and his performance in bed. so, while he's doing things for your pleasure, like sucking and kissing your tits, you'll start to notice—esp if you've been intimate with him more than like three times—that he's like timing himself? that the way his tongue is moving across your nipples is oddly methodical before he moves to your other breast and does the exact same thing. it's not like it's bad but you can tell he's trying very very very hard to at least get a passing grade, except he's the one grading himself so the highest grade he's ever going to get is like a C.

that being said. if he ever allows himself to go nuts and be happy..best sex of your life. and if you're able, you'd probably end up pregnant

EXCEPTIONS / DEVIATIONS:

JASON TODD: i really do think jason is much more into thighs (and your arms!) something that his hands just naturally gravitate towards while lounging together on the couch or even while cuddling in bed. there is something very lovely to him about your thighs, and i can see him planting the most delicate kisses up and down the expanse of your thigh before he finds himself kissing your clit and tonguing at your entrance, his hands, of course, still holding onto the fullness of your thighs.

but for the sake of this spectrum, he would lean more towards tits simply because whenever you ride him, with one of your hands holding onto the headboard and another on his shoulder for stability, he can't help but take one of your breasts into his mouth and tongue at your nipple. he'd be incredibly sloppy and noncommittal with it though, as he can't pay attention for too long with how you're squeezing around him; he's just a mess underneath you, always, moaning and panting hot breath and pleads to your chest while his hands bruisingly grip your thigh and hip

JEAN-PAUL VALLEY: this man is so sad wet meow meow and generally afraid of anything remotely sexual that he would genuinely combust if he even thought of your body like that. like canonically he's the type to run away as fast as he can like an anime school girl with a nosebleed if you express sexual (or any) interest in him, and would probably explode if you kissed him on the cheek. i can't imagine what would happen if he saw you naked, but regardless i would laugh

[batwngs]

forgot to add the taglist: @fluervie @cherryvvave @starr-jazz @arfemiz @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @froggibus @infinictus @rani1028 @vianawaits @arkhxmknight @patientofarkhamasylum @bibitary @devisedplan @scissorhvnds @lechelovestoyap @deaditeem @filmcamerasanddice @that-dumb-bunny @bloomcissa @vcmpirus

[starr-jazz]

me when you post btw

this is so healing as a jason todd lover and thunder thighs owner

[fluervie]

DRUNK AND IN LOVE

summary: drunk and in love pairings: Jason, Dick and Bruce (x fem!reader) tags and warnings: ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION, fluff, angst, they are stuck in the elevator in Dick's portion, Decided to experiment with different type of drunks. Jason (sad drunk! reader), Dick (affectionate drunk! reader) and Bruce (Angry drunk! reader), also I genuinly feel like I forgot to write so this is prolly shit, maybe OOC (also ty jacy for the idea (@/dontyouworrydaddy)), REPOST from old blog! wc: 2k

JASON TODD

When Jason set foot onto the wooden floor of your shared apartment, he did not expect you to be awake and, more importantly, did not expect to see you crying.

It stills him for a minute when he sees you sitting cross-legged on the leather couch, chest heaving as tears cascade down your cheeks. Jason immediately removes his mask, kneeling onto the rug-covered floor as he takes your hands in his, thumbs rubbing small circles onto the back of your palm.

"Baby, are you alright? Did something happen?" His voice is soft, guilt bleeding through as though he had already concluded the reason behind your sadness was him.

You sniff, your voice cracking, before pointing at something behind him. "It's so cute."

"Huh," Jason turns, and it all makes sense.

He hadn't even realised the television was turned on when he entered the living room. All his attention had streamlined to your figure trembling on the couch, ignoring everything else on his way to you.

Now he could see the wine glass on the table, small red liquid pooling at the bottom. The TV displayed a scene of a mother deer reuniting with its child.

You had been watching a documentary — a National Geographic documentary in specific.

"I-It crossed the stream for the first —" You couldn't even complete the sentence before tears filled your vision again. Jason couldn't help but let a small smile grace his lips.

He hadn't realized you were a sad drunk. It's not that he had never seen you drunk before, but it was more that he hadn't witnessed you this drunk since the both of you started dating.

The dim lights above cast a deep yellow over both of you, the voice of David Attenborough resounding in the background.

You looked like an angel.

No, you were an angel.

Jason cups your face, his calloused thumbs gently brushing against your wet cheeks.

"Let's go to sleep now, okay, and we can finish the documentary tomorrow," He says, your face still cradled in his palms. You nod, rubbing your reddened eyes before Jason lifts you with one hand under your shoulders and the other under your knees while your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as you place your head on his chest. The scent of his cologne mixed with the acrid smell of gunpowder fills your senses, but it didn't matter to you. After all, it was the scent of your home.

"I want water," you whisper, tugging at the sleeve of his shirt. He hums, placing you on the bed before walking to the kitchen. When Jason returns, he is concerned to see tears on your cheeks again, the dry streaks on your cheeks inches from being rejuvenated.

"What happened, angel?" Jason kneels after placing the glass of water on your nightstand as he tips your chin towards him. You don't answer, just wrapping your arms around his neck and crying onto his shoulder. Jason can faintly make out the words you whisper between sobs.

"I'm so grateful you're here, Jason."

Jason's muscles go rigid, green eyes widening , covered in a layer of glaze as it shines against the moonlight drifting through the slight crack of the window.

You were crying because of him?

Because he was here?

He kisses your cheek as his palm runs back and forth against your back, the cotton of your his shirt soft against his skin. Within the next few minutes, your sobs cease as he watches you close your puffy eyes, cheek pressed against his shoulder.

"I'm grateful too, angel."

DICK GRAYSON

"She's a little too drunk today," Lara, your co-worker, mumbles as Dick wraps your right arm around his shoulders. He smiles, giving your friend a thumbs up while at the same time you scream an 'I love you' at her, to which she waves at you through the windows of the cab.

"Shall we go in?" Dick poses, his dimples reflecting off the streetlight. You nod, a light pout on your lips as he guides you towards the elevator of your apartment. Dick knew that you had a wild night from the way you had shouted affectionately at your friend.

It was so not like you.

The elevator doors open with a buzz. You let out a giggle at the sound, glassy eyes gazing at Dick's face.

"How was your night?" He asks, his hand slipping to your waist when you stumble forward. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, encompassing him in a hug — probably the first one you initiated in the past three months, and dick welcomed it all in. The both of you stay in each other's arms as the elevator climbs up.

"Thank you for being my best friend," you whisper, voice muffled against his hoodie. Dick stumbles a little, but before he could reply, you continue.

"And as for your question, today was amazing," You sing, one hand holding an imaginary microphone while you press your back against the wall of the elevator.

There's a slight pause as you really look at him, with a tilt to your head and those beautiful eyes he fell in love with. "You look really pretty. What's your skincare routine?"

Red blossoms like roses along the valley of his cheeks. You were never the one to give compliments.

"N-Nothing much, I guess, just —" he mumbles, though he couldn't concentrate when your eyes were pining him like a pushpin on the corkboard.

You and Dick have been best friends since the age of ten, ever since meeting at Gotham Academy. You have been the one constant in his life since as a kid. It always made people wonder how you, a little cold, more introverted, and Dick, the embodiment of human sunshine, were best friends.

But it worked.

You were the grumpy to his sunshine, the moon to his sun.

Dick had been in love with you since the age of fifteen.

But he never confessed out of fear of losing you as a friend.

The sudden jerk of the elevator pulls him out of his thoughts just in time to catch you from tumbling to the ground. The lights flicker before pale yellow fills the space, accompanied by the screech of the cables. Dick has his arms firm around you, one protecting your head and the other on your waist. Once the elevator comes to a standstill, he realized the predicament the both of you were in.

You chuckle, a breathy laugh against his chest before sliding to the floor. Once Dick made sure you were okay, he pressed the red circular emergency button, only for it to malfunction. A sigh leaves his lips as he slides to the floor next to you. You hum a song you heard on the way back home, shaking your head from side to side. Minutes pass as you silently sit next to each other on the cold floor of the elevator.

"Dick, you are very kind, you know?" You ask, tracing his palm. Before Dick gets to even sit with the compliment, you continue, "You are very strong too."

"Your jokes aren't bad. I just laugh inside my head." You place your head on his shoulder, arms hugging his bicep. Dick, for the first time, is not sure what to say as you continue to mumble, "You are a good man. A very good man."

There's a pause as your breaths even out, which only meant you had fallen asleep. Dick leans back, his head falling against the silver-plated walls. He could see the reflection of both of you on the elevator doors, the way you hugged his arm like it was the only anchor. The way your eyelashes sweep against the apple of your cheek.

"And I'm in love with you."

Your voice is so soft, Dick almost misses it, but he doesn't, and they strike him right at his heart. He looks at you, eyes wide, whispering your name, wanting to confirm whether he was the one drunk and hallucinating your words, but you don't answer, sleeping peacefully amidst all the while Dick Grayson was crashing out next to you.

The confession hangs in the air, and he had to wait till the morning to find out.

BRUCE WAYNE

Bruce doesn't expect a call from you — his ex-wife.

The divorce had been finalized two months ago. You had moved out of Wayne Manor well before that, so when he sees your name glaring at him through his screen, he drops everything at the cave and rushes to the bar in downtown Gotham. Even with the bruises that sting against the fabric of the dress shirt he haphazardly wore, he leaves without a second to spare.

Once he reached the tiny lounge, Bruce could see your slumped figure on the marble, hair all over the place as your fingers still gripped the edges of the empty shot glass. The bartender, a man in his twenties, sighs as he continues wiping down the bar. Bruce could only infer that it was the same man who had called him through the emergency contact on your phone, stating that there was a woman who wouldn't leave the bar and it was beyond closing time.

"Ma'am, your husband is here." The bartender says, pointing behind you. You squint your eyes, a huff leaving your lips, "I don't have a husb—"

The sound of your name disrupts the sequence of words fragmented in your head. You don't need to turn to know who it was.

You could recognize Bruce Wayne in a heartbeat.

Just from one word.

Just from one breath.

After all, you had been in love with him for years.

After all, you were still in love with him.

"Bruce, you're the last person I want to see right now."

You roll your eyes, picking up your phone to see the time. Realizing it had been way too long, you pay for your drinks and tip the bartender. Slinging the black bag over your shoulder, you walk past the man, not even daring to look at those steely blue eyes you loved.

Bruce follows you onto the dark road, no one else grazing the streets at this time except for the sounds of occasional traffic.

"Let me drop you." Bruce insists as his palm encloses around your wrist gently. It almost felt good for a minute, to feel the touch of his skin on yours before you tug free, lips curved into a snarl.

"Do not touch me."

Bruce raises both of his hands as he follows you, making sure you don't stumble anywhere.

"Please just let me drop you home," Bruce insists again, voice pleading, "Just this one time."

There were no cabs on the street at this time in the night. You huff a 'fine' as he guides you towards his car. Bruce opens the car door, as you slide onto the passenger seat, head against the cushion. Bruce sits on the driver's seat, tucking in his seatbelt. The car rings a sound indicating that someone else — you — was not wearing the seatbelt.

It's almost involuntary the way Bruce leans in, tucking it in. He was wearing the same fragrance you had gifted him for your wedding anniversary last year.

Your last wedding anniversary.

Tears bubble in your eyes as you lean your head against the window, tracing the patterns of water droplets sliding down. Dark buildings pass in front of you, a little blurry from the rain. You didn't want to talk to him, but the heart wants what it wants as the words slip past your lips anyway.

"Why didn't you fight for us?"

Silence screams.

Always silence.

Bruce doesn't say anything. One would say the words didn't mean anything to him if they did not notice the way his fingers gripped tighter around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white, but you don't notice.

How could you when the man you loved had signed the divorce papers without a fight?

Without a word.

Anger clouds you as you grit your teeth, remembering the events of that fateful day.

"Did anything in this relationship ever mean to you? Did I mean anything to you?"

Bruce remains the same, eyes focused on the road. The tears fall down your cheeks as you gaze at the window.

"You were everything to me," you whisper, eyes shut, voice so defeated, every word is a stab to his heart, "You are everything to me, but I am nothing to you."

Bruce wants to say no.

To scream that he loves you.

That he loves you so much he wanted you to hate him.

He loves you so much he wanted the one person he truly loved to hate him.

You had to stay away from him.

Away from all this mess.

"I'm sorry," He whispers but the words don't reach you, dissipating among the sounds of your sobs.

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[kkurensia]

howdy pardner

since a lot of yall liked the idea of cowboy nightwing

throws these out for good measure

freaky wip photo

[honeysucklewatr]

Bro ok, when my clit is rubbed I cum sooo fast, and i just think that Jason Todd would find that hot asf, although would also probably tease me about it 💔

(not a request btw, just a thought)

what happened to hi hello, hru… (used this as request anyway)

i’m sure jason would find it amusing though and not in a condescending way. no he’s genuinely fascinated about what makes you tick. he’d purposefully overstimulate you and run his other hand over your thigh to keep it open while he teases. fingers circling over and over as you’re just helpless to it. a couple tears might slip down your cheek too, while you writhe beneath him after he’s pulled another orgasm out of you for the nth time.

you’re left panting and gasping, clawing at his forearm while he shushes you with his forehead pressed to yours.

“no, come on,” he coos. “you could give me one more.”

he gapes as you do, mouth parting in just the way yours does. moaning out in a mimicking way but really it’s in awe. movements going rapid as you try to clench your thighs and he only digs his fingers into your flesh a little harder.

“jay,” whining as you beg for god knows what.

“i know ma,” voice soft as he presses his lips to yours though his movements do not falter as he rubs your clit just a little harder.

just enough for you to notice.

“you’re doing so good pretty girl.”

it’s like the dam overflows at just his words now. like it was enough to push you over the edge and he knows it. he’s always known your body so well as though he’s studied you.

just like that, you’re falling apart again. head falling back into the pillow as your jaw slacks open. jason follows you down, one hand hitching your leg around his hip now as the other slows only barely. a whimpering sound escapes you as he continues his tantalizing circles, making you ache though the peak and over into another. thighs shaking around him as he drops his mouth to yours though breast, sucking around the peaked edge as you moan out his name.

you can feel his thick length pressing against your thigh but jason wasn’t done with you yet. at least not with teasing you.

jason’s insatiable and you knew that the night was hardly over.

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[honeysucklewatr]

like lovers do

loverboy!jason | fluffy smut | your honour, they’re in love

jason todd touched you with such reverence and desperation—surely you never minded.

gentle like he wanted to ensure you’d remain. watching you walk across the apartment barefoot and sleepy, rubbing your eyes with nothing but a sweater he gave you after date night and a pair of boy shorts. he swallows thickly as you lean against his back while he made breakfast, pretending that the eggs in front of him were more interesting.

then you made a humming sound that was from contentment but too close to a moan. that’s when he turns around and grabs you by your waist, seating you onto the counter. oblivious to how affected he was, you smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips. all resolve crumbled then and there.

the thing is, sometimes he gets so caught up in it, in touching you and prolonging the moment that you become impatient. dragging his perfect lips over your skin, letting the shivers chill down your body. only then, when you’re writhing beneath him, will he give you what you want.

though he’s insatiable when it comes to you.

he’ll fuck you when he’s half asleep, groaning lowly by your ear when you crawl into bed. hands wandering down between your legs as he ruts himself against you, pressing his hard length up on your inner thigh. moaning when you palm back at him and he buries his head in your neck.

the two of you hardly talk on those nights, he just pulls down your pants and coats himself in the slick he’d inspired. only jason likes to whisper praises to you. even then, when his eyes are closed and his groans bless your ears, he teases you. rubbing his thumb on your sensitive clit while you return in whines of equal lust. by the time he’s actually rubbing himself against you, it’s just to coat your essence around him as though teasing himself as well as you.

“jay,” you’ll sigh, clawing at his forearms enough to leave a soft pink lines. “just put it in.”

a chuckle slips as he kisses your cheek. “i don’t get a please tonight ma?”

the tears in your eyes sting and roll down your cheek. you let out a frustrated groan and buck into him when he tsks. he bites his lip while he watches your face, a bead of sweat wicking down his forehead when he shakes his head.

“i wanna enjoy you.” tickling breath by your ear. “we don’t have to rush.”

though you’re practically crying and bucking up into him. “if you don’t fuck me, i’m going to fuck you jason.”

that seems to make him laugh, stopping movements and letting his tip catch at your entrance. when your breath catches, he grins down at you and holds your hip tight.

“as tempting as that sounds, i wanna do this for you.”

the feeling of his heavy length inching inside, it’s enough to ruin. overwhelming in the best way possible, you never truly get used to the way he fits and the way he understands your body than you do. his hands snake around your waist, moving up and squeezing the underside of your chest. manhandling in its gentlest form as he guides you closer to him and pushes deeper inside. your mouth falls open, but jason uses that too.

thick fingers are pushed past your lips. just as you moan around them, jason takes your hands from clawing at his back and pulls your fingers apart, putting them in his own mouth. he answers your moan with a groan of his own, his eyes unrelenting on yours as he bottoms out and chuckles. the vibrations of his voice hitting your supple fingertips as he tongues at your skin. the salty taste making the moment more intimate as you realize he tastes the same.

thrusting in a devastating pace, your eyes begin to roll. the look of him, your fingers in his mouth as his touched you all the same, it was everything all at once. he touched so deeply, everywhere.

reaching the places you could never touch, kissing your cervix in the way that drowns you because that’s always his goal—to ruin you.

the warmth of his chest on yours was searing in a way that felt like a hot shower, pulling you into the heat. the scent of his skin began to overwhelm and he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and kisses the tips of yours before your lips.

“you can take it ma,” panting lowly as he moves.

jason loves to see you like this, heaving as you desperately try to hold on for him for god knows why. he lifts your leg further on his hip, hitching it around before ultimately hiking your thigh up higher. and higher. stopping when you gape at him and the backs of your thighs are pressed against his chest. there’s a shakiness in his voice that you recognized as him holding back.

“feel good baby?” he coos in a barely restrained voice.

you nod vigorously, tangling your fingers in his locks and pulling him into a harsh kiss. teeth clashing as he soothes it with his pretty tongue, pulling back to suck on the muscle between your lips. you moan in surprise when he turns it sharp with the shift of his hips, hitting impossibly deeper at this angle now. the peak builds like a dam on the verge of flooding. jason sees it.

movements speeding up as he watches your face contort, the dark hair by his neck clings to his skin. he sighs your name as he kisses your knuckles, still so much reverence in his care.

“that’s it,” he pants. “give me everything ma.”

a whine escapes you at his action, wanting to hide from him as he holds you there. “please jay.”

“that’s not far,” a chuckle touches your ears delicately, making your eyes widen at him. “you can’t hide this part from me. it’s my favourite.”

a frustrated moan slips, “you’re being mean.”

“this is mean?” exclaiming without faltering his movements, sloppily kissing you while he sounded like he were struggling to breathe deeply. “i’m making you cum and it’s mean?”

despite how close you were, you laugh too. breath quickly hitching as he continues moving in and out of you, thrusts sloppy as he bites his plump bottom lip as if trying to keep ahold of himself. when you whine his name again, he makes a breathless sound you’d wished you could replay.

though you could feel how close he was now too. how his breath faltered and his pace was sloppy beyond compare. lifting your hips to no avail as he holds you down with his weight, that’s when you can tell his resolve crumbles. he drops a hand between you and makes desperate circles, letting his voice tickle your eardrum as he rasps. you cry out as he guides your head to the crook of his neck and coos.

“be a good girl, yeah? let me feel it.”

it’s embarassing how fast he got you there with just a little extra simulation and his voice. you gasp his name as you let go, clamping around him so tightly while you shake in his grips. jason’s not far behind, whispering profanities as he sighs your name back to you. driving himself impossibly deeper as he lifts his weight only to drop it back down into you. his fingers never stop against you as he does it, groaning out before you feel how he struggles.

“please,” demeanour shifting as he continues to move. “can i please ma?”

you already know what he’s asking. you’ve given him permission time and time again but still he asks. effortlessly gentleman like as he considers you before himself, you feel your limp fingers reach for his cheek. caressing as you nod.

eyes still on yours as he melts into you, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck as he groans. you feel him drive himself a few more times before he buries to the hilt. pulse after pulse, hot against your walls, while he continues to grind into you overstimulating both of you as he does it. it’s not until tears go down your face that he looks to you and he stills, kissing you tight as he quivers into your mouth.

that’s when you notice it. it’s when you see the warm streak on his face and you pull away.

“baby are you crying?” you ask him before he can ask you.

“you are too,” he sniffles, wiping the tear from your cheek while he lets your other legs rest on his hip.

a soft chuckle slips from your lips as you take a deep breath. “yeah, for a different reason. besides, i asked you first.”

“i said it second.”

then you give him a stern look. it crumbles just as fast as it forms when you see his perfect face, sweaty and warm as evidence of your encounter.

“okay,” he says finally, “i just realized how much i love you. that’s all.”

you blink at him, the plush on his stomach still pressing on yours as he holds one arm now by your head, holding himself over you. his other hand still caressing your cheek. you give him a small, weak smile, though it didn’t lack in genuineness.

“you only just realizing that? should i be concerned?” you joked.

though jason’s expression remains serious. “no ma, i mean… i really love you.” looking from eye to eye. “more than life itself and i’m so grateful for you.”

before you knew it, your lip shook and brows furrowed as you said his name. infatuation in your tone as you spoke the truth into the air. “i love you too.”

he shakes his head. “i know that. and i’ve known that i loved you for years now. it’s just, god, it’s overwhelming how much i feel for you.” he admits.

you gulp. the feelings he had were always heartfelt and deeply thoughtful. when jason said it, you knew he weighed it heavy on his heart before he voiced it to you. even though he told you every little thought he had, he spoke about it like it was holy. like religion and you the prayer he recalled.

“you’re everything to me too jay,” you sigh. “i’m not sure i’d survive this place without you.”

a moment passes before he nudges his nose to yours, nuzzling closer as you feel his breath on your face. “i’d follow you anywhere.”

you kiss him then, pulling him tighter against you despite how close you already were. letting your tongue tangle with his as you remained connected, though only now it felt like both body and soul.

there was never a way to express it before but jason made it better. he found a way to let it out that you’d accepted now, even as words failed to find you here. only actions could accurately convey it for you now in comparison to his meticulously chosen words. jason kisses you back just as needy, pressing his lips to your jaw as you hummed in response. he kisses you like he’s fucking starving, practically devouring your mouth while you’re happily helpless to it.

the words i love you, seared into your skin as he continually says it. gentle lips on your skin as you tilt your head into the soft pillow.

“thus with another kiss,” he sighs as he presses his lips to yours again. “i seal your existence to mine.”

“that’s definitely not what he says.” giggling as he continued to pepper you with kisses meant to tickle you with the brush of his stubble. neither of you caring enough to retort.

the only thought of him on your mind as he holds you in his big strong arms. your legs aching around his waist but you hardly cared. in his arms you felt whole and he admitted that in yours he felt human.

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[srenique]

COLLAR

summary : nobody could disturb jason peter todd when he was knee deep in a dostoevsky. except you, of course, his hot neighbour who liked making his lips bruise up and brain fall out as a friday night hobby.

contains : heavy making out, well read!jason, post Lazarus pit!jay, whipped!jay, thighs man!jay, grinding, basically dry humping, forearm tattoo!jason, but he’s actually a softie, reader wears warm sweaters, bookish!reader but that means she’s a lil freaky, neighbour!jason, booksmart!jason, streetsmart!jason, he’s a moaner I’m calling it, baddie!reader

inspiration : she’s my collar (g + k.u)

It started with a smile.

He'd been carrying boxes from the moving van Bruce had hired, in the middle of the rare heatwave in Gotham. His luck really was something.

He’d been hauling boxes in, wiping his forehead with the hem of his tee, dropping the wet fabric to hang by his waist. Your figure framed in the light of the hallway, like some sort of halo.

He blinked. “Uh, hey?”

You just smiled. Like you knew something he didn’t. “Hey, neighbour.” You disappeared into your apartment, slamming the door shut. With a mutter of “people”, he kicked open his door, resting the box of all his childhood photos on his new dining table. The thing was made of fucking MDF.

He’d failed to notice the copy of Twisted Love tucked in your elbow.

You’d done it, somehow. Ripped through his defences, your will a fist in his wet sheet of paper.

The copy of Twisted Love should’ve been a sign. It should’ve told him that you’d show up at his door after a few weeks of knowing him with a rain cloud over your head and an irrational desire to turn him on like a fucking switch every Friday since.

He’d pull a Glock 19 on whoever disturbed him when he was reading Crime and Punishment, but the annotated copy lay open beside him, his brain was engrossed in something else. Kissing you.

His hands gripped your thighs, sleeve of his plush hoodie sliding up and over the ink on his forearm, tugging you closer. Your lips burned his, nape of his neck stimulated by the drag of your nails.

“Bad day, ma?” His words were muffled by your mouth, tilting his head back into the gentle pressure of your fingers. You took and you took, sucking oxygen from his lungs, rolling your hips down so you dragged across his dick.

He couldn’t suppress a moan at that.

You hummed in agreement, dragging his bottom lip down with your thumb. He should’ve read the signs. Now he scheduled make out sessions with you in avoidance of admitting he liked the way you used him. He ached to be your boy toy whenever you saw fit. He wanted you to push him down, tint his lips with kisses and gloss.

Your teeth snagged at his lip, tugging, moulding him to you. His hands sliding up your back made your sweater drag up, bunching, cold of his apartment pricking at your skin. “Dostoevsky?” You mumbled, between wet, obscene smacks, pornographic moans and following the string of saliva that connected your mouths.

“Mhm,” He nodded dumbly, hips jerking up to catch his dick on your clit, the slow grind in response melted his brain. “Crime and Punishment.”

You chuckled, kisses burning down his jaw till your teeth pressed against his pulse. Nipping, latching, sucking a bruise. Maybe you got how to do that from Twisted Love, cause his toes fucking curled. He’d come, no joke. Right here, fully clothed, he’d do it. “Great book. Read Atonement, I still wanna watch it.”

He would, but he was a little tied up right now. “Later, ma.” He breathed, hand slipping in your jeans’ back pocket to squeeze your ass. Jesus, maybe that thing owed him rent. “Later.” He kissed back up to your mouth, allowing you to siphon his thoughts again.

He was 6’ 2”, 225 pounds and you had him like this. If anyone thought he’d been taken hostage, fuck no, he was right where he was supposed to be. Yes, he had patrol in ten minutes. Yes, he’d texted Dick to take his place while he dealt with a personal matter. Yes, he gave no fucks.

“Ah, Jesus, fuck—”

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