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hard to want, hard to love

fem! reader x jason todd

summary: you’ve been told all ur life ur too difficult and mean! but the second jason laid his eyes on you, he loved what he saw.

cw: explicit language, reader is a little ‘aggressive’ and not as nice, independent woman, misunderstood woman, mention of hamlet (?)

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for years, your love for your independence has been wildly misunderstood as you being cold-hearted, distant, and selfish. 

the kind of woman you are isn’t for everybody. you don’t like it when you have to repeat yourself. you hate it when someone can’t do a simple task. and being talked over makes you furious. 

that’s not even a quarter of what gets your blood boiling. 

some family and ex partners throughout the years have let you know how much they disapprove of who you are as a person. you’re too bossy. you’re a bitch. you’re so moody. you’re always mad. you’re so rude. 

at some point, you could only let them run their mouths because taking it into your own hands would result in you behind bars. even if that was how you wanted to react, you didn’t spend thousands on getting an education. from undergrad to the years afterwards of pursuing a career and the multiple degrees that hung on your wall, you didn’t need anyone. 

that was until jason todd walked into your life. 

he caught you on a bad, bad day. hours of you wasting your workday away on interns that were just there to add onto their resumé and not for the passion of the craft. it was hard to get through teenagers who were practically brain dead and glued to their phone screens.

while jason was walking out of a bookstore, distracted by flipping through the pages of his new purchase you had been storming down the streets of gotham, swerving past the slowest people on earth. that’s when you both collided. 

jason’s book had slipped out of his hand before his quick, almost inhuman reflexes responded and he caught it before it could hit the ground. he looked over to see the angriest yet most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on.

“sor—“

“god! can you watch where you’re going!?” you growled at him. yes, it is socially unacceptable to snap at a stranger but fuck society and let people learn to get out of your way.

jason stared at you as you walked past him, his eyes stuck on you until you turned the corner and were out of sight. normally, a man would be greatly offended to have his ego stabbed at. a regular man would have shouted at you till you disappeared, calling you a bitch and other disgusting phrases only a man could conjure.

but not jason. never jason. 

he stood there, letting out a low whistle as he slipped his hand into his pocket with a grin and an approving nod. you put him in his place and he couldn’t be more pleased.

that wasn’t the last of jason todd. the universe had its way of bringing its favorite pairings back together.

you met him again at a twenty four hour convenience shop. you’d been up working close to a deadline and had no energy to cook but did have the energy to go to the corner store you lived above. your plan had been to grab a sandwich but you ran into the jackass who had no spatial awareness.

yeah, you remembered him. he’d been so sturdy when you bumped into him that you almost fell onto the ground. 

jason was standing with his hands in his pockets, head tilted back to look up at the menu of sandwiches. it was a small menu but he wanted to make a good decision on a pre-patrol meal. 

“are you in line to order?” a sharply toned voice came from behind him, snapping him out of his decision making daze. the voice sent a shiver down his spine. the same voice that had shouted at him a few days ago on the sidewalk with people watching. it got him excited. 

jason turned to look at you, a calm demeanor before he pressed his lips together and shook his head, moving to the side. you gave him a squint, turning your attention to david, the older man who owned the corner store, letting him know your order. stepping to the side so jason could order, which he did, watching david work quickly on both sandwiches.

the convenience store was fairly quiet, just the sound of david’s radio playing some talk show that he laughed at occasionally. 

gathering up the courage, jason looked over at you. you hadn’t looked at him once, he’d been waiting for you guys to meet eyes so he can start up a conversation but you hadn’t paid him a second of your time. 

“to be or not to be, that is the question, huh?” jason spoke, his voice a bit husky from not talking almost the whole day and being pretty.. nervous. he quickly cleared his throat so he wouldn’t sound like a dumbass.

he sees your jaw clench, you don’t even turn to look at him but give him an intense sideways glance that has his eyebrow perk up. “what?” you ask, or more like hiss at him. you didn’t know what he said, all you knew is that he was talking to you and he already made a terrible first impression. 

“i—“ jason was caught off guard, completely. this face didn’t show it, it was cool and not showing any of his inner thoughts. “your pin. hamlet?” he pointed to the enamel pin on your tote bag. a hand holding a skull.

“oh,” you sigh, nodding. “yeah, hamlet. everyone knows that play. the fact that you can quote the worlds most well known soliloquy doesn’t impress me.”

jason read enough books to be familiar with the love at first sight trope. he believed it was inaccurate but sometimes it worked when it served the plot. but as he stared at you, he was beginning to change his mind. 

“jason,” he introduced himself, sticking his hand out towards you. you didn’t shake it or give him your name back. “don’t worry, i’ve signed up for S.U.A.” 

“what?”

“spatially unaware anonymous. i’m getting better at not standing in the middle of the sidewalk,” and that got you to reluctantly shake his hand and tell him your name. 

a night of eating your sandwiches together turned into days after days of getting to know each other. your walls were up to the sky, telling yourself you were just making a friend. 

which quickly changed when you asked him the question one night.

“do you want to be my boyfriend?”

he never agreed faster to anything in his life. and for the first time, nobody responded to your independence with resentment, or responded to you unable to tolerate incompetence with frustration and hurt pride. 

when you wanted intellectual conversations, he gave them to you with well thought out responses and opinions you can tell were built from experience and research instead of being easily influenced. he never left a mess, always cleaning up after himself.

when you both walked on the busy sidewalks of gotham, he let you take the lead because he knew you liked it better that way. he followed behind you, matching your fast pace. when you spoke, he listened. when you didn’t see him for a week because you were busy, he wasn’t nearly offended. and when you’d tell him you didn’t want to hang out and wanted to be alone, he had your favorite ice cream delivered to your door for your night in. 

and when you did snap, he didn’t get angry back but asked in a gentle voice: “talk to me.” 

you never wanted to get into a relationship in fear that it would give an opening to someone to try and snatch your freedom away. you didn’t want the stress of a man who couldn’t express himself or the texts of if you ate. jason never expected you to give up the time you gave your job for him or your alone time.  

if anything, he just liked to be yours.

a/n: this is a bit for self indulgence. hopefully it reaches my girls who feel trapped that they can only get angry and only find true happiness being with themselves <3 jason felt perfect for this.

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sobbing cause this is actually me irl and you mean that jason would actually love me???? 🥹

[honeysucklewatr]

without me?

fluff | domestic life | in which you shower without jason

it’s like you’ve committed a felony.

as though this alone was the greatest betrayal of it all.

jason will literally pout when he gets back and you’re clean, hair wet and dripping. even if it’s just damp, he’ll know. he’ll gape at you and slow blink like a dramatic movie. especially now that you live together, he likes to nod his head condescendingly. says wow as though you’d personally offended him because you kinda did.

“so, you showered.” he says as if it burned his tongue. recoiling slightly when you sigh and nod.

“yes jason.” pulling your hoodie over your head. “i went for a walk and felt gross and sweaty. so what?”

even then he gasps over your action, and his hand grabs at the clothing you’d just put on. “i mean, do you not like the way i smell anymore?”

you have to stifle a laugh as you swat his hand away. “no dumbass, i put your clothes in the wash.”

without having his gear taken off yet, because of how distraught he felt, jason flops on the bed. his voice muffled into his arms. “oh the horror. my girlfriend hates me.”

it feels like you’re rolling your eyes so far into the back of your head that they might fall right out. by the time he’s looking at you again, you’d already agreed to take a second shower with him. mostly because he’s just rubbed the grime of his day all over you.

in the beginning, he settled for following you into the bathroom. sitting on the closed toilet seat while he tells you a story. sometimes he just brushes his teeth while you use the bathroom, or maybe he’ll try your skincare routine while you yell at him not to use so much.

he doesn’t go to pull the curtains on you to watch, god no.

jason patiently waited until you offered him to come inside with you. it’s not like sex was what he wanted. well, of course he hoped he could hold you up against the tiles, use the water droplets as guides down your body. how he loved to hear your moans echo around the hot room as he ate you within an inch of your life. all he truly intended to do was to stay near you.

sex is always a bonus.

what jason really wants is to stitch his skin to yours. to be there at every moment that he can, next to you. to worship the suds that grace your skin and envy the way the water gets to touch you. then he’ll ask to put that vanilla lotion you like on for you, and once he’s done he’ll ask for you to do the same.

the man will genuinely drop everything he’s doing to take a steaming hot shower with you. and if you don’t like how hot it is, he’ll stand under the waterfall. if you complain that you’re cold, he changes the temperature to exactly what you like. jason’s hands rub circles at your back with careful consideration while you lather the soap in your head. pulling out hums while you say with barely any conviction that you’re gonna get soap in your eyes. not that he’d let that happen anyway since he likes to rub your scalp next and put conditioner in.

he makes you wait after the gym for him. the grossest part might be when he rubs his face in your neck first, murmuring something about how good you smell when you scrunch your face at him.

“i smell like sweat you nasty.” pushing at his head while he only pulls you closer by your waist.

“exactly” he agrees, placing sloppy kisses up your jaw with a soft touch of his tongue, licking at your skin.

jason follows you into the shower then too. waddling close behind you while his hands are by his waist like he’s afraid you’ll say no even though you never do. he watches you undress with a purse in his lips and brings his hands clutched dangerously close to his crotch.

“jason.” you warn as you step into the warm water.

“mmhm?” eyes not leaving your thighs as water trickles down.

“you wanna join me?”

then he’s already pulling his shirt over his head, sweats somehow already on the ground as he approaches the running shower. “it’s like asking a dog if they want a treat.”

his comment makes you laugh, hands coming up to his shoulders as he slides in front of you. the water dampens his hair and lets it fall like bangs by his brows. gorgeous smile flashing at you through the dimly lit shower, glinting amidst the sheer curtains once he pulls them. you squint.

“you realize you just compared yourself to a dog right?”

taking the bottle of shampoo you liked to use, he squeezed it into his hands while you turned for him like a practiced routine. the smell brings him comfort, the distant scent of you that had his eyes rolling in the back of his head. he loved showering with you cause you’d run it through his hair too, letting the aromas linger through his locks as he goes about his day. letting the air around him remind him of home and reminisce like he didn’t cuddle you through your alarms.

“that’s okay ma,” cooing just above your ear as he runs the pads of his fingers through your scalp. letting your hums rumble from your back to his chest as you lean on him. “i can be whatever you want me to be.”

“i want you to,” you pause as your eyes roll back from the gentle pressure he applied.

“yes?” jason hums you along. “you want me?”

humming back, you complete your sentence. “—to never, ever stop doing this.”

jason chuckles as he turns you around, rubbing circles by your temples now. “why, i wouldn’t dream of it.”

slowly your resolve melts into him as he takes the ability to reason from your thoughts. the only thing on your mind him as he starts reading the bottle of dr bronner on the edge of the tub. as though he doesn’t hone in on it after every shower.

“can you get my back with this after?” he says as he kisses your shoulder. “i like how it cools my skin.”

how could you ever deny him when he’s so adorably sweet?

i’ve been on a fluff kick lately cause i’m writing another part for a series and it’s taking everything outta me idek why.

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Jayroy Polyamory But...Pt.2

MDNI - 18+

I have more thoughts on this and they're eating my brain, read part 1 here for more context.

-

So I was thinking about the more sexual aspects that come with this type of dynamic, especially when it comes to how I personally headcanon both Jason and Roy when it comes to the bedroom. I think they're very different from each other both in terms of how they treat their partners, and how the feel/approach sex in general.

So I think if either dynamic, if you were dating Roy or Jason with the other being his boyfriend, would have very different outcomes if you guys decided to have a threesome.

If Roy is your boyfriend, and your invited into his and Jason's bed, I think he would have an air of wanting to show off a bit in front of both of you, and demonstrate exactly where both of your buttons are, the things that make you squirm and whine so easily, and how the other should press them. He has Jason sitting next to you near the pillows while kissing down your body, finding all your soft spots, treating them with such care. He's teasing you for whining, biting fresh hickeys into your skin, all while giving you those gentle touches he knows makes you beg. When he finally, finally gets down to your throbbing parts, he's shooting a crass smile up to Jason as he's nosing your arousal, breathing your scent in. "You can kiss them, y'know? I don't mind sharing." He breaths, his smirk turning wicked when he hears Jay's breath hitch. "They like it when you hold their jaw while making out, and press some kisses behind their left ear if you wanna hear how pretty they can sound." He says huskily before diving mouth first onto you, the glare you were shooting him melting away in an instant with both of them on you.

And Jason's so soft with you, like he's touching porcelain. He's treating you as if you're something that isn't quite his that he doesn't want to return damaged. His touches to your skin are soft and methodical, like he's afraid of his own strength on your skin. It's different with Roy, the man's almost as built as he is and has taken beatings before, he can be a bit mean with him. But with you? His boyfriend's lover? He's not taking any chances, not risking either his relationship (whatever it may be at this point) with you, or that with his boyfriend. He's touching you softly, whispering gentle questions to you, making sure you're enjoying yourself, that he's feeling you up right, treating the right spots with care. It's so endearing, and so fucking hot. When you suggest you blow him while Roy's still between your legs, he blushes from head to toe, shooting the redhead a look, silently asking for permission. "Relax, they aren't my property. You can put your cock in their mouth, handsome., I'd love to fucking see that" And with an eyeroll at that remark, he accepts with a quiet. "If you're sure you want to." You definitely are. When you dip your head down to capture his leaking tip between your lips, his fingers flex into fists at his side, making no movements to touch you. He arches back at the way your mouth envelopes him, and makes the prettiest noises muffles behind his fist he's biting into. Roy catches this, reaching up and grabbing with of Jay's hands. "C'mere, need you to keep touching their needy parts while I lick at their hole, yeah? Think you can do that for me big guy?" Fuck the way he speaks is so lewd. Jason nods as best he can while wrapped up in his own pleasure, his deft fingers finding where you're most sensitive, and touching with desperate percision. When Roy sees you react, moaning around Jay and squirming, he ancors your hips down, his warm tongue licking flatly across you desperate entrance. "You two are so fucking gorgeous, love to see my pretty babies being nice on each other." He breaths, before devouring you in earnest as Jason and you please each other.

When it comes to Jason's turn with the archer, he's got him on all fours as he opens him up, the bat burying his head in his arms to muffle the soft sounds he's making. Unsurprisingly, Roy's running his filthy mouth, saying all the things he wants to do to his beefcake of a boyfriend, before his eyes lock on you, seeing you recover from the earth shattering orgasm they both put you through not long ago. He shoots you a sleazy grin, gesturing for you with his head. "Sweetheart, why don't you give Jaybird here something nicer to press his face into, yeah? I'm sure he'd like that, wouldn't you?" He asks, delivering a soft slap to Jay's ass. Sharp green eyes meet yours, and where a sarcastic and witty man that you hung out with in the living room once was, is a shy and needy thing that couldn't hurt a fly. He nods to you, letting you know he'd be happy to put his mouth to good use. As you get your thighs on either side of his head, Roy adds. "Don't be afraid of squeezing his head a bit or pushing him down so he does it right. He likes to be of service, huh baby?" The comment is punctuated by a soft whine that becomes a growl, Jason blushing like a madman. "Such a fucking dick, Harper." He mumbles, sharing a soft smile with you before his eyes roll back in pleasure from Roy's fingers. "Doesn't sound like your mouth's all that busy Jay, get to it. I want you to clean up all that spit I left on them and replace it with yours." And who are either of you to deny that request?

-

In the instance where Jason is your boyfriend, I think the dynamic is a bit different. Both of you know Jason is shy when it comes to sex, always eager to please but definitely having limits and comfort zones he would never dare cross. So for you to be with someone like Roy, a guy who is a certified pervert and down for almost anything, it kind of opens things up to try new things with Jay, while also getting to experience some of the things he wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole.

"That feel nice, gorgeous?" Roy asks from behind you, strong hands holding your hips as he moves you back and forth on Jason's thigh. All you can do is nod your head and let out a needy "uh huh" as he pushes you to grind your hips forward, helping needy moans leave your throat. One hand comes to hold your head steady under your jaw, making you look at Jason. He eyes every move with lethal precision, and you catch the tick in his gaze at how his hand is holding you. "Roy, play nice. Be gentle with them." Your boyfriend warns, earning an eyeroll. "They'd tell me if I was being too rough." He breaths. "Tell Jaybird how good you feel sweetheart." He mumbles into your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple. You're barely able to stutter out a "so good" before the redhead has both hands gripping you again, pushing you to press down harder to your delight. Jason is watching you with lustful eyes completely filled with love, a hand reaching out to cup your face to pull you into a gentle kiss.

That's what makes the difference pop. Jason is sweet and gentle, wanting to give you everything you want when it comes to sex, but his hands aren't made to bruise in that delightfully agonising way. His brazen attitude, sarcastic and electric, doesn't exist in here, he isn't at the point where he feels comfortable bringing it in. But Roy has none of those qualms. He's happy to do whatever you please, happy to leave marks and pretty bruises and see those tears well in the corners of your eyes. He thrusts into you hard and fast, having your back in a deep arch while you mouth at Jay's cock. He's giving you those deep strokes where his cockhead meets your sweet spot with harsh impact, rather than the slow grind Jason prefers. You're whining on his dick, legs shaking as Roy gives it to you. Looking up, you catch the tick again, this time in Jay's jaw. "Ease up, Harper." He orders in a voice you've never heard. It's an order between teammates, not a request between lovers. "You wouldn't - shit - be saying that if you could feel how they're fluttering around me." He pants, his retort accompanied by the ever present applause of his hips meeting your ass and thighs. Jason looks down to you, gaze warm. "Is this still ok?" your nod isn't sufficient. "Words, my love." You let go of his cock to respond with a shaky "So fucking good, Jay. He's making me f-feel good", your point is made by your eyes meeting the back of your skull. "See, they're loving it." Roy chides, laying a slap on your warm skin, you moaning with it. While Jason seems more convinced then before, that action puts a fire behind his eyes.

What you get to witness after you finish in a grand display of Roy's abilities is fascinating. Jason, your Jason, who would apologize if he held your hips too hard, has Roy pressed into the mattress, pinning him down with his weight, as he grinds their hard cocks together, agonisingly slow. He doesn't use his strength in a harsh way, doesn't lay blows or use mean words, but he's lethal with his he punishes his boyfriend for being a bit too rough with you. "I told you to ease up." He growls, his hips rolling in a gentle torture you couldn't imagine. This was Jay's version of being mean, nothing hard or fast, but messy and slow and not giving in as he usually does. Roy is moaning and desperate, trying to buck up but he quite can't from under his boyfriend. Soft whimpers and cries replace the unabashed moans and groans from earlier. "T-they liked it." He argues, head tiping back as Jason rubs their sensitive heads together. "I don't care, they're not yours, you don't get to fuck them like that without my say." Fuck, the possesiveness is off putting but in the best way. "If they were fucking you like that I'd be just as upset." He whispers, pressing a searing kiss to his boyfriend's lips. "I-I know" Roy whines, looking to you with a fucked out smile. "I'm n-not sorry though, and won't apologize, they enjoyed themselves." He hums. Jason rolls his eyes, grinding in against him again, loosing a bit of his own control. "I know you won't, dickhead." He shoots you a look, a smirk seeing how fucked out and pleased you look. "and maybe you have a point there…we should do this more often."

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Jayroy Polyamory But...

Hear me out on this, I just really like the idea of Jayroy being in a polyamorous relationship with the reader, but rather than being a throuple, reader is only in a relationship with one of the two, while the other is also dating their boyfriend. So like, they're only dating Roy but he's also dating Jason, or vice versa. Maybe after a certain point the two who aren't dating start toying with the idea of closing the triangle, but before they get there leaves so much room for shenanigans.

Like imagine Jay coming home after going to get some groceries for the apartment he shares with Roy, where you are a frequent and very welcomed guest, and finds you absolutely crushed under the redhead. The man's barely clinging to consciousness, pressing most of his weight down onto your body, your head hidden from where Jason can see you.

"Harper..." He sighs. "You're not crushing your partner are you? They're not as sturdy as me."

He's met with a soft giggle from his boyfriend, and an offended sound from under him.

"They wanna be crushed, said they like it."

Roy mumbles, his body barely muffling your rant.

"How dare you Todd, I am just as if not more sturdy than you."

You argue, poking your head out like a gopher. Jason laughs softly, holding his hands up in surrender.

"Just wanted to make sure our boyfriend isn't breaking any of your ribs."

He teases, pressing a kiss to Roy's forehead. You grumble falsely from inside your Roy fortress, the sound so clearly played up, and your tone so clearly a joke.

"Yeah, well, next time I'll order Roy to break up with you to have his crushing abilities to myself."

Roy giggles sleepily from on top of you.

"We made a rule that you can't make a ruling on that, baby."

He mumbles, kissing your cheek. Jason laughs from the kitchen, unpacking the groceries.

"You'd want to remove the man who buys you your favourite snacks from our boyfriend's life?"

That earned a gentle laugh from you.

"You're right, I nearly forget your usefullness."

-

Or if you're in a relationship with Jason, and Roy and yourself are the only one's welcome to his garage, obviously to help him out (ogle him)

You're both perched on one of his countertops he uses as a worksurface, watching with eagle eyes at every moves he makes, committing this free erotica to memory.

"Y'know, I was never that into muscly, sweaty men before." You mumble, taking a handful of trail mix from the bag you're sharing with Roy. "But he really changed my mind."

"I get what you mean." He responds, taking a handful as well just to pick the M&Ms out. "I mean, I've always been into sweaty guys, but he also just wears it so well."

You shoot him a look from the corner of your eyes, but get you attention brought back to the center of the room by Jason popping up over the seat, muscle bound arms highlighted by prominent veins on display as he stands.

"You two know I can hear you, right?"

He chuckles, wiping his brow with a rag, a smudge of black oil or grim or whatever on his cheek. You shrug.

"I mean, I don't think we were trying to keep anything we're saying a secret."

You comment. Roy takes one of the peanuts in his palm and tosses it at Jason, it hitting him square in the chest and hitting the ground.

"Take your top off Jaybird! Take us to the gun show!"

He cheers. Jason chuckles and shakes his head, looking to you for solace, only for you to start whopping along with Roy.

"I should have never introduced you to each other. You're both freaks that just spur each other on."

Roy laughs softly, leaning a head on your shoulder.

"Freaks for you."

You nod at his statement.

"Oh, for sure."

You boyfriend just sighs, pulling his tight black t-shirt off to the delight of the crowd.

"Now flex for us!"

Roy adds, throwing another nut at him. Jason just sighs.

"Sweetheart, can you ask my boyfriend to stop throwing peanuts at me?"

"Not until it stops working at getting us what we want."

-

Like yeah these dynamics can exist with all three of you being in a poly relationship, but I'm just a fan of the idea of "friends because our shared boyfriend (babygirl) brought us together to lover"

(Part 2 here)

[sumuse]

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ baby? with me?

⠀⠀⠀ asking them if your future kid will look like you or them…

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀— fem!reader, established relationships,pregnancy, breeding kink on roys, sex talk with the guys

⠀⠀⠀ ↳ 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗌: bruce wayne, dick grayson, jason todd⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ clark kent, roy harper, hal jordan

⟢ 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌: another smau but this one is bad😓😓 IM SORRY GUYS. life has been so busy and i barely have time and the motivation to sit my butt down and write but i have ideas okay! they just need to come out…

[of-many-fandomss]

Height Advantage

pairing: jason todd x reader

summary: one of jason’s favorite pastimes is putting your things in places you can’t reach so that you have to seek out his help

word count: 0.9k

warnings: jason is taller than the reader (let’s be so fr, he’s taller than most people)

He did it again.

As you dropped yourself from your tiptoes to flat feet, you couldn’t help the huff of irritation that left your lips.

You could practically envision the shit-eating grin that was no doubt on Jason’s face when he finished drying the dishes earlier that day like you asked and conveniently just so happened to leave your favorite mug on the highest shelf possible.

The shelf that you- just so happened- to not be able to reach, no matter how high up on your toes you pushed yourself. Somehow, your poorly-done pottery red and black mug somehow found itself way up there more often than not nowadays.

“Jason,” You tone was clipped as you called into the next room, rounding on your heels to face the doorway just as your six-foot-something boyfriend peeked his head out from around the corner, almost as if he had been waiting there and expecting your call.

His eyes were wide and his expression feigned innocence so well that you almost would have believed it. Had this not been the fourth time in the last week that this very same scenario had happened, that is.

If his clear charade wasn’t the tipoff you needed to confirm your suspicions, it was the fact that he didn’t make a singular comment about you calling him by his full name. Usually when you did, he would automatically be on the defense, whining about how you only ever called him ‘Jay’ or ‘baby’ so something had to be wrong when ‘Jason’ slipped past your lips.

The man didn’t so much as blink as he finished rounding the corner, coming to a stop in front of you and immediately dropping his hands to your hips almost like second nature, “Yeah, sweetheart?” He asked gently, thumbs rubbing unconsciously against the slivers of skin visible at your waist.

You crossed your arms over your chest, clearly unimpressed. For a vigilante raised by the world's greatest detective, he sure wasn’t slick. That much was clear when you watched his gaze dart not-so-subtly to the perch he had set your mug on, and a smug smirk fought its way to be on his lips.

Even as he continued to mindlessly rub soothing circles onto your hips, you remained firm, eyebrows pinched together and lips drawn downwards, “My mug is on the highest shelf. Again.” You spoke, not bothering to keep the accusatory tone to a minimum.

Jason’s lips parted in theatrical shock, swinging his head up to the place you had just mentioned, “God, sweetheart, how did you manage to get it up there?”

Remaining unmoved, you let out a hum of disapproval, eyes narrowing at the way his green eyes snapped to you once more, seeming to enjoy your reaction way too much. You knew him well enough to notice the way he was drinking in every twitch of your eye and muscle tick in your jaw, causing him to attempt to stifle his laughter.

“I didn’t manage to do anything,” You grumbled, hating the way your body was betraying you by slowly melting into his gentle touch little by little, “You always put it up there because you just love when I have to ask you for help.”

He immediately perked up in a way that resembled that of a dog seeking its owner's approval, “You sayin’ you need my help?”

The scowl on your face deepened and you continued to glower at him despite leaning more and more into his warmth with every passing second, “I’m ordering you to get my mug down.”

Jason sent you a wink, “Even better, sweetheart.”

Without breaking eye contact with you- or so much as lifting his heels from off the ground- Jason causally reached one arm up and plucked your beloved mug from its place and delicately delivered it to your hands.

He dropped a quick kiss to the tip of your nose as soon as your hands wrapped around the ceramic, “You’re so cute when you’re mad at me.” His voice was gentle and full of adoration while he gazed down at you as if you hung the stars in the sky.

Ignoring the way he immediately sent butterflies erupting in your stomach at his words, you raised a singular brow his way, “So there was ulterior motive for placing my possessions out of my reach?” You challenged, though there was no bite to your words, “You just like to see me get riled up?”

“Always,” Came his immediate reply, teasing and soft. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“In that case, we’re gonna play a little game of hide and seek with your Red Hood gear.” You poked his chest playfully with your free hand, which wasn’t far away because you had unconsciously moved closer to him, “And I’m going to put it somewhere you can never find it so you can see how it feels.”

Jason’s smile widened, “Now you’re just trying to get me to not go on patrol so I can stay home with you.”

You opened your mouth then closed it, mulling over your thoughts because suddenly, that didn’t seem like too bad of an idea.

He laughed gently, a real laugh that rumbled in his chest and had the corners of his eyes crinkling in the most endearing of ways, “You want me to stay home with you, sweetheart? All you have to do is ask.”

His lips suddenly moved to meet yours in a sweet, unhurried kiss that had those butterflies spurring to life in your stomach once more. Even after all this time of dating, they had never gone away, and you were starting to doubt that they ever really would.

You knew that he would stay by your side tonight if you asked. He would do anything you asked of him.

Except put your mugs on shelves that you can reach. He enjoyed the fallout of his actions a little too much for that.

[honeyroots]

RIDE IT ⌇ JASON TODD . . . ᯓ ō͡≡o˞ ༝༚༝༚

mdni.

𓂃✍︎

that damn motorcycle. . .

¹ — Jason Todd revs the motorcycle to give you a little clitoral stimulation. He’s got the rhythm down perfectly, and every time you hop on the bike, he knows he’s going to get a good fuck session later. “Lean forward,” he’d tell you, “let my bike get you off, baby, bet it feels s’good against your clit.” He wants you to climax on his bike— thinks it might be one of the hottest things you can do, then take you on a long ride with your cum soaked panties digging into your crotch.

² — Jason Todd props you up on the bike, makes sure you’re sitting sideways, spreads your legs, then kneels in front of you to get a good taste of your pussy. “Go on, sweetheart,” he’d mutter against your thighs, lips grazing your clit while his tongue flicks over your slit. “Why don’t you mark your territory on my bike? Let all the other girls know this seat is taken.”

³ — Jason Todd likes when you sit in front of him, rather than behind him. It’s not safe considering your helmet blocks his line of view and your ass pressed into his crotch makes him a little crazy. He’s purposely running over potholes and making jagged turns to make your ass jiggle on his crotch. You can’t hear him over the bike’s engine, but he’s saying, “Fuck, my girl is so good” every time he gets a little friction.

⁴ — Jason Todd fucks you with his helmet and riding gear still on. He gets home after a long day to find you sprawled out naked on your shared bed. His cock is hard before he even finds you, and it doesn’t take long before he’s got his length out of his pants and ramming inside of you. When you’re finished, he’s removing his helmet saying something along the lines of, “Fuck, you’re filthy, baby. Gotta start making sure it’s me under this helmet… What if I was just some intruder dressed like myself?” When you respond with “Jason, I could pick your cock out of a line up,” he doesn’t even need a refractory period.

⁵ — Jason Todd makes you learn how to ride him before you can even think about riding your own motorcycle. “You wanna ride a motorcycle, baby? Why don’t you learn how to ride me first? Then we can talk.” He’s lying back on the bed, his hands behind his head as he watches you struggle to ride his cock. Your face is splintering in pain as you sink down on his length and try to find the nice rhythm Jason is always hitting.

[chubbybuunyy]

𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 ──── three’s a crowd .ᐟ

in which an intruder interrupts your morning with dickie.

( dick grayson x fem!reader x platonic!damian | fluff )

the morning sunlight filled your room with a beautiful warm glow—casting the right amount of light to give you a picture perfect view of your boyfriend sleeping right next to you. he looked so calm, so at peace, so comfortable, he was beautiful and you loved to remind him of that fact everyday.

“you’re staring” he muttered, his eyes still closed but his hand now rubbed up and down your waist while the other tangled itself within your hair.

“im not staring, i’m admiring” you corrected. he hummed, finally opening his eyes to see you already looking up at him with that smile on your face.

“good morning pretty” no matter how many times he’s called you that it never failed to make your face burn causing you to look away all shy and flustered. “give me a kiss” he chuckled, the hand that was tangled in your hair tugging softly to force your head up towards him.

“nuh uh, morning breath”

“pfft, that never stopped me, i’ve kissed your other lips after training” he said with a smug smile on his face. your eyes widen and your mouth opened to reprimand his sleazy comment yet your voice wouldn’t be the one to speak first.

“thats absolutely disgusting grayson” the both of you sat up rather quickly, both ready to defend the other from the unexpected intruder but there wasn’t no immediate threat, just damian wayne standing at the end of the bed with his arms crossed over his chest.

“what are you doing here?!” dick shouted.

“she promised to chaperone my trip today” you gasped, rushing out of the bed and into the connecting bathroom, grabbing random pieces of clothing on the way there.

“give me five minutes!” you shouted at the boy, slightly grateful for his interruption or else you would have completely forgotten.

“after training? seriously?” damian teased, a tiny smirk on his face.

“how did you even get in?”

“i’m batman’s son, duh”

[gloomycatz]

ᰍ i’ve noticed a large amount of fics with the ‘jason hides his girl from the batfamily and gets caught’ trope and this is my contribution. also new writing format bc i wanted to try something different!! ALSO i’m sorry to the requests i haven’t gotten to, i will <3 i just wanted to flex my writing muscles a bit. it’s been a while.

It’s late, right around the time Jason gets ready for patrol and right around the time you head to bed— a comfortable, familiar routine.

Until you hear a knock at the door.

Before you’ve even entertained the thought of heading to answer the door, Jason calls from your shared room.

“I got it.”

He was always super sensitive about you answering the door, going out by yourself, basically anything that could potentially put you in danger, he didn’t like.

“I can’t keep them waiting all night!” You call back, half-joking as you unlock the deadbolt and pull open the door to see an unfamiliar face. Albeit a friendly one.

No crime lord from what you can tell. No vigilante. No superhero. He’s in normal, everyday clothes. Possibly the most harmless person you’ve seen at your doorstep.

“Hi,” you beam up at the raven-haired man. “Can I help—“

You’ve barely gotten out your sentence before Jason’s there, face pulled into an expression that screams bad mood.

And the person at your door is unperturbed by it.

Not even when Jason practically inserts himself between you and the door, arm wrapping around your waist and yanking you against his chest, the sudden movement making you squeak in surprise.

“The hell are you doing here?” Jason grits, tone pure gravel.

Your guest’s eyebrows shoot up, eyes flicking from Jason’s death grip on your waist to your face, then back to his adoptive brother.

“… oh,” your guest says, far too cheerfully. Jason’s arm tightens around you, the annoyance rolling off him.

“So this is why you’ve been MIA.”

Jason’s eyes narrow. “Leave.”

But your guest steam rolls him.

“You must be—“ he’s all smiles as he looks directly to you.

“Don’t talk to her. Get lost.” Jason cuts him off, and you can feel the tension rising quick.

This time, you step in, hand going to Jason’s chest.

“Whoa, it’s okay!” You reassure, desperately trying to de-escalate before someone ends up hurt. Or dead.

Your guest’s head tilts, gesturing to you without breaking eye contact with Jason. “See? She’s nice. You’re being weird.”

And apparently because this person has a death wish, he turns to you again, giving you his full attention.

“Sorry about him. I’m Dick. I’m his brother… it’s complicated.”

Jason, however, is seconds away from losing all patience. He makes a low, warning sound, your advice from before quickly forgotten about.

“I said don’t talk to her.”

You can feel just how tense he is behind you, heart thumping hard against your back. You quickly realize he’s not just grumpy or sliding into overprotective tendencies. He’s actually spun up about Dick showing up, whoever he was.

And now you’re feeling guilt for having ignored Jason’s statement about being the one to get the door earlier. All of this could’ve been prevented if you’d just sat back.

Dick ignores the warning completely and keeps talking to you gently and curiously. “Has he even told you about us? The rest of the family?”

Jason shifts again, fully pushing you gently behind him, leaving you to stare at his back. “Don’t do this right now.”

Dick is relentless as he peeks over Jason’s shoulder at you, endlessly curious and apparently has a penchant for pissing off his relatives.

“You’re allowed to talk to me, he’s just dramatic.”

You’re left to stand there awkwardly, the calm atmosphere from before quickly dissolving into palpable tension. How Dick is so immune to it is beyond you.

With his hand on the door frame, seconds away from slamming it in Dick’s face, he looks over his shoulder at you, expression softening when he meets your eyes.

“Baby,” he says under his breath, anger simmering underneath. “Please go in the other room.”

Anything to get away from this, from whatever argument — or worse — is about to break out, you backpedal one step, offering a shaky smile to Dick.

“Maybe another time,” you offer, though you’re not sure another time will ever come at this point. “Bye!”

You turn, power-walking to the darkness of your shared bedroom, closing the door with an almost inaudible click. And as much as you know you shouldn’t, you press your ear to the wood, anxious to hear how this’ll end.

[jtoddsbaby]

legs over the shoulders

IN WHICH... i've mentioned before that jason likes to fuck in mating press...let's talk about it

warnings: smut duh, basically porn wo plot, piv, raw🫣, rough!jason, belly bulge, afab, f!reader, breeding ig idfk, ur both sluts, uh yeah

wc: 659

a/n: first smut writing kinda nervy...

Jason's had you in a mean mating press for what feels like forever, the mattress digging into your back, your legs tossed over Jason's shoulders as he drills into you. Your fingernails claw at his back, leaving behind nasty scratch marks that are sure to be there in the morning.

"Oh, fuck, Jay," you whine, tossing your head back to dig into one of the only pillows remaining on the bed. Your tits bounce softly in his face, moving in tandem with his thrusts.

He groans, the sound throaty and hoarse as his hips plap against yours. His fingers tangle in the sheets beside your head, the strain on his arms making them flex beautifully.

Jason's big—this is a known fact. His cock stretches you so deliciously, filling you up so deep in this position. Jason loved to fuck like this—every time he had you, it was his go-to. Not only did he like to see your face as he elicited sweet mewls from your lips, but he also loved to see the head of his cock nudging against your stomach from the inside.

So, he glances down to your belly, seeing the unmistakable bulge of him rutting into you. He presses a hand down on the spot, making you garble a moan. "Ah– oh, god, Jay, that feels so– mmmph." Your eyes roll back in your head.

He chuckles softly, pausing his thrusts to grind his pelvis against yours. "Yeah, it feels nice, baby, hmm? You can't even get a sentence out," he coos, groaning softly as he feels every thrust against his hand.

You can't seem to shut up, moans tearing from your throat even as he's barely moving. But alas, he picks back up the punishing pace, pounding into you rough and deep.

A string of drool escapes your mouth as your head digs into the pillow. "C'mon, baby, give it to me," he urges, removing his hand from your belly and using it to push your legs further back. "Fuck– she's squeezing me so tight. She loves this, doesn't she, baby? Pretty pussy's gushing all over me."

"Oh, Jay," you whine. Soft trembles begin to wrack your legs, the pleasure overtaking your body. "Harder–"

He obliges and speeds up, his fat tip nudging your cervix with every thrust. "I know, baby, I know. Look at me," he orders.

You only whimper, mouth in an "O" shape, head thrown back. He growls softly, his hand gripping your cheeks until you finally meet his eyes. "Fuck, yes. That's it, baby. Such pretty eyes, even when I'm fucking you stupid."

"Ah–! Jay, m'gonna cum–" you moan, legs shaking persistently.

He groans, head falling to your neck. He sucks warm, wet kisses into the flesh, surely leaving a mark. "Good girl. C'mon, cum for me, baby. Soak me."

His hand snakes down to slot between your sweaty bodies, thumb quickly finding your clit and rubbing tight, firm circles on the sensitive nub.

"Oh, fuck, fuck– I'm cumming," you wail, making sure to look into his eyes—you know he loves that, he always says it feels more intimate.

At the same time as you, Jason also releases with a soft, teary-eyed moan, planting his hot, sticky load deep inside you. Almost immediately it begins to seep out around his cock, creating a sticky, stringy mess as he shallowly fucks his cum back into you.

Slowly, he pulls out, watching as his creamy seed trickles out of your sweet, puffy pussy. "So good for me, ma. Always so good. My pretty baby..." he whispers, sniffling. You wipe away a stray tear with your thumb, smiling up at him.

Yes, Jason, your big, tough Jason, cries during sex. Sometimes—like tonight—it's only a little. Other nights it's a full-on sob. He's your broken boy—your broken boy who so happens to fuck like a pornstar.

He smirks, eyes glued to your messy, pulsing cunt. "So...now you gonna let me lick it out of you?"

a/n: i know dada and he's jason peter todd.

[gloomycatz]

ᰍ thinking about the batboys brat taming you.

cw ⋆ fem!bratty!reader, aged up characters, rough p in v, fucking in the batsuit, everyone is a mean dom, pet names, spanking, overstimulation, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, light bondage, multiple creampies, duke is a softie for his girl, not proof read.

৻ꪆ bruce wayne

you’re rolling your eyes at him for the umpteenth time, so hard they might get stuck that way.

“go ahead! share your completely incorrect and twisted version of events!” your hand flies up, holding it in his face. “mhm!”

which is brave. very brave of you. because no one talks to batman that way.

his jaw tightens, white lenses of the cowl fixing on you. it’s both intimidating and the exact reaction you wanted… and it gets you wet knowing you riled him up successfully.

“careful,” he growls lowly, that wide bubble of patience he usually has shrinking fast.

but you keep going, droning on and on about how you’re in the right. that this couldn’t be your fault. you’re batting your lashes at him, offering up a slimy, fake-ass smile.

before you know it you’re pinned against the batcomputer console, huge arms caging you in, cape large enough to drape around the both of you.

“you think you can talk to me like that, little girl?”

you don’t get the chance to snap a reply. a gloved hand rips your shorts and panties to the side, the last bit of patience he had draining, leaving you on display exactly like you deserved to be.

normally bruce is so meticulous in how he preps you for his cock, but not this time. her sinks in in one brutal thrust.

“you’re such a— nghh,” the insult dies as he hits that spongy spot inside you just right, your brattiness turning to nothing but broken moans in real time.

you won’t be cumming until you’ve apologized. batman does not tolerate brats; he breaks them.

৻ꪆ dick grayson

dick laughs in your face the second you start giving him attitude.

“aw, feeling a little bratty tonight, huh?” he’s patronizing you and he knows it gets you wet.

you roll your eyes and scoff, holding up a your palm in a talk to the hand gesture.

dick catches your hand mid-air and spins you until you’re pinned against the wall of your apartment. you should’ve known better, known you didn’t have a chance against him, but you often pushed your limits.

no space is left between you now and dick takes that as his opportunity to grind his hard cock against your ass, lips brushing against your neck.

“keep talking shit. see what happens.”

and you do. running your mouth, wrinkling your nose, the whole nine yards.

bad idea.

he smacks your ass so hard it stings before throwing you over his shoulder.

“you’re so hot when you’re mad,” you’re set on the bed, bouncing a little on the mattress, and then you’re met with dick’s stupidly handsome smirk. “but we’ll need to fix that attitude.”

you end up tied down at the wrists before he spends a ridiculously long time eating you out, stopping right before you cum every time.

“hm? what’s that?” he languidly licks at your oversensitive clit. “you wanna cum?”

you’re whining is met with no remorse, just an infuriating little grin from between your legs.

“thought you were too busy being a brat.”

unlike bruce, dick will fuck you as a reward for your apology. he’ll bend you in every position until you’re begging for him to stop.

৻ꪆ jason todd

this is basically foreplay. arguments are usually a result of your brattiness and his temper and it usually ends in hate sex.

he’s significantly less patient than his adoptive brother and father, so arguments don’t last too long. you’re rolling your eyes, insulting him, even getting in his face until your nose to nose.

that’s when he snaps.

“alright, that’s fucking it,” he grabs you by the throat, cock twitching hard at the little sound you make when he squeezes your sensitive flesh.

doesn’t matter if you’re in the safe house, in an alley against his bike, he’s taking you however he wants to.

you’re pushed to your knees and within seconds his cock is shoved down your throat, a guttural groan leaving him.

“that’s what you fucking get for being such a damn brat,” he bites, but it’s breathless, your fluttering throat enough to make his knees buckle.

your watery eyes and constricting throat around his cock almost makes him cum, but he pulls out before you can get that satisfaction.

you’re then bent over the couch or his bike and he’s yanking your panties down so hard the seams rip.

he lines up and shoves inside you roughly, squeezing your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

“bratty little shit… you love pissing me off so i’ll fuck the attitude out of you, don’t you?” he pounds into you hard, giving your ass a firm smack.

won’t give up until you’ve apologized multiple times. he’ll go multiple rounds until you’re exhausted.

৻ꪆ tim drake

similarly to bruce, he has lots of patience. you start with your endless attitude and he simply watches you like he’s calculating your every move.

when you least expect it, he bends you over the back of his desk chair and snakes his fingers into your pants, thumbing your clit just enough to relieve the tension but not enough to make you cum.

“look at you being such a brat. think you can get away with that?” he coos in your ear, fingers teasing your entrance. you buck up into his hand and to your short-lived surprise, he sinks his long fingers into you.

you end up cumming embarrassingly fast. again. and again. and again.

tim edges you for so long, not budging once. you’d never know his arm is tired.

and then finally, he sinks his cock into you.

“say it again,” he huffs against your ear, rocking his hips up into you. “call me an asshole. say it while i’m filling you up.”

he’ll have you cumming on his cock in minutes.

৻ꪆ aged up! damian wayne

damian’s the most insulted, and turned on, standing there with his arms crossed, baffled you’d speak to him that way.

“tt. how dare you speak to me in such a manner.” he mutters lowly. dangerously.

your condescending tone would make his eye twitch instantly, but his pants unreasonably tight.

when you least expect it, he grips your chin, angling your eyes to meet his intense green ones.

“you will learn respect, beloved,”

you’re suddenly quiet as he lifts you with sword-calloused hands like you weigh nothing, pressing you against the wall.

you’re already so wet just from giving him attitude he doesn’t even bother prepping you. just slides right in, easily.

he spends an obscene amount of time fucking you against the wall, marking up your neck so everyone knows exactly who you belong to when he’s finished with you.

but he doesn’t finish there. he can’t just let you off after that little stunt you pulled. so he pulls you into his lap, making you ride him while he sits like a king.

“apologize, or i stop.” his naturally commanding tone keeps you babbling apologies pathetically until he’s satisfied.

you’ll end up walking funny for days afterward.

৻ꪆ duke thomas

duke is easily the nicest of the batboys and, therefore, the most stunned when you pull out your attitude, eyebrows nearly at his hairline.

he’s the most rational, trying to calmly explain his side of the story while you’re rolling your eyes again.

when he realizes he’s not getting through to you, his expression dims a fraction, turning into something darker. a little unfamiliar, but a welcome change on his pretty face.

“oh… you really wanna play like that right now?” his voice drops and your stomach dips, sure that your panties are soaked but now.

before you can sass him back, duke scoops you up in his hold, dropping you onto his full-size bed. he presses up against your backside, hand grasping your chin.

“keep running that pretty mouth and i’ll give you something better to do with it.”

you roll your eyes again, but duke chuckles lowly. “bratty tonight, huh? alright then.”

you don’t get a second to protest or talk shit before your panties are yanked to the side, two fingers slipping right into your soaked entrance, curling his digits just right.

“that’s it… take it. all that attitude and you’re still clenching around me like you need this.”

he fingers you until you’re whining and fluttering around his fingers, nearly cumming right when he pulls out.

before you can bitch about how empty you feel without his fingers inside you, it’s quickly replaced by his cock, cutting you off effectively.

duke fucks hard when he’s riled up.

“apologize nicely and maybe i’ll let you finish.”

unlike his adoptive family, he’s much nicer. and also a softie for you, so the moment you whimper a soft sorry, he sinks all the way to the hilt and cums inside you.

[unholyyours]

how cockwarming would be with bruce, clark & jason (>'-'<)

Clark agrees because you promise to sit still while he finishes his article, but once you sink down and settle around his thick cock, he reads the same sentence so many times that none of it makes sense anymore. He hears your breathing change as you grow wetter in his lap, his large hands holding your hips tighter whenever you shift. By the time you whisper his name, his mouth is already against your neck.

“Baby, you have to stop moving.”

Bruce continues reading with you settled on his lap behind the desk, his cock still buried inside you, one arm locked around your waist while the other turns the page. Every time you roll your hips, his hand stops you before you can do it again. He feels you getting wetter around him and still refuses to give you even one thrust. When you clench again, Bruce leans close enough for his mouth to brush your ear.

“You asked to keep it inside you. Now sit still.”

Jason agrees to cockwarming and lasts exactly four minutes. At first, he leans back on the sofa with you tucked against him, pretending your pussy wrapped around his cock is not driving him fucking crazy, but the second your ass shifts, his grip on your thighs grows tighter. When you clench on purpose, Jason laughs under his breath, grabs your hips and starts moving you himself.

“Yeah, no. You knew I was never going to behave.”

[targ4ryens]

↼smut. mdni. he is on a call. - jason todd x gf reader

thinking about jason fucking you, while being on an important call from work. and he is getting alot bigger around your already fluttering tight cunt. because the situation is exciting him more. him being on top of you and looking down at your pretty tear streaking face.

while you biting your lower lip, trying your best to not to make any strange noises or moan.

but he keeps humming to the phone against your lips, licking them softly so you stop biting them. as he pulls out his length from inside of you. and then pounds back into your tight cunt. in results you moans loudly. and he just chuckles delightfully, like he wanted the other person on the call to hear that he is fucking you, your brains out.

[cherryysunshine]

Something to Celebrate

Pairing: Jason Todd/F!Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: explicit sexual content, friends to lovers, mutual pining, birthday sex, oral sex, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Summary: Going all out for Jason’s birthday was supposed to be something nice you did for a friend, right up until neither of you could convincingly call it just friendly anymore.

Author’s Note: written for @dutifullyshamelesstrash’s request for my 1k celebration!

thank you so much for the request, and happy early birthday to Jason Todd, the love of my life

Jason had been suspicious from the moment you told him to keep his evening free.

You hadn’t helped matters by refusing to elaborate. He’d asked where you were going, what he needed to wear, whether there were going to be other people there, and eventually whether you were planning to harvest his organs. You’d answered every question with some variation of don’t worry about it until he finally stopped asking, although the look on his face when you opened your apartment door suggested he hadn’t stopped trying to figure it out.

“You know normal people just say happy birthday, right?”

“Happy birthday.”

Jason gave you a flat look as you stepped aside. He’d come in jeans, boots, a dark T-shirt, and his leather jacket, which was exactly what you’d meant when you told him to wear whatever he wanted. “That easy, huh?”

“You’re the one who made it complicated. Come in.”

He crossed the threshold with exaggerated caution, making a show of surveying your living room as though he expected the rest of his family to leap out from behind the sofa. Jason took off his jacket and draped it over the back of a chair, then toed off his boots by the door without being reminded. You’d enforced the no-shoes rule enough times that even he had finally stopped arguing about it.

His shoulders relaxed once he realized the apartment was empty, but then his attention caught on the coffee table and the kitchen beyond it.

You’d spent more time arranging everything than you wanted to admit. Dinner from the restaurant he’d mentioned liking months ago sat under insulated covers, still warm because you’d timed the delivery carefully. His preferred soda was chilling in the refrigerator, and the chocolate cake on the counter was small enough that neither of you would be eating leftovers for the next week.

There were no balloons, streamers, banners, or anything else that might’ve turned the evening into a spectacle. There was, however, a short stack of wrapped presents beside the couch.

Jason’s gaze lingered on the presents before moving back to you. “You did all this?”

“It’s dinner.”

His eyes moved toward the presents.

“And presents,” you amended.

Something subtle shifted in his expression before he covered it with a faint smile. “Nobody else coming?”

“No. I figured if I invited Dick, there’d be a theme by the time you got here, and you’d spend your own birthday looking for an escape route.”

That earned a quiet laugh, and some of the lingering suspicion finally left Jason’s expression. “You know me too well.”

That, unfortunately, was part of the problem.

Dinner gave you something else to think about. You sat at opposite ends of the couch with takeout cartons spread across the coffee table while the movie Jason chose played in front of you, and it didn’t take long for the initial tension in his posture to disappear. He settled deeper into the cushions, one leg eventually stretching across the space between you until his socked foot nudged your thigh.

You moved it away once, but five minutes later it was back, and you didn’t bother fighting him a second time.

The movie was one you’d seen with him before, which meant you already knew Jason would quietly mutter whenever something on-screen annoyed him. Normally you encouraged it just to see how long he could go before a passing complaint became a full lecture, but tonight you mostly listened, smiling into your food whenever he caught himself and glanced over at you.

This was what you’d wanted. Jason could handle crowds. He could charm strangers when he felt like it, command a room when he needed to, and hold his own among people who seemed determined to make every family occasion louder than the last. That didn’t mean he liked having attention forced onto him, particularly when that attention came with expectations about how grateful or moved he was supposed to look.

You didn’t want him performing his own birthday for anybody; you just wanted him to have a good night.

The thought settled somewhere uncomfortably warm beneath your ribs, and you turned your attention back to the movie before you could examine it too closely.

By the time the credits rolled, Jason had relaxed enough that you almost felt bad interrupting him. You glanced toward the kitchen.

“Want cake?”

His foot left your thigh immediately.

You stared at him.

Jason pushed himself upright. “What?”

“Nothing. I’m just appreciating your enthusiasm.”

He looked mildly offended. “You asked what kind I liked six weeks ago. I’ve been waiting to find out whether that was related to whatever you were planning.”

Heat crept up your neck. Of course he remembered.

“That conversation could’ve been completely unrelated.”

“Sure.”

You escaped into the kitchen before he could watch you struggle for a better excuse. The cake was exactly where you’d left it, and Jason followed at a slower pace while you opened the drawer where you’d hidden the candles. You’d only bought two.

His eyebrows rose when you pushed them into the frosting.

“I’m older than two.”

“I’m not putting twenty-something candles on that cake. I don’t need the smoke detector screaming at us.”

He snorted, but his attention softened when you lit them.

For a moment, Jason only watched the flames.

The kitchen suddenly felt quieter than it had a second ago. You knew enough about his history not to assume birthdays were uncomplicated for him, and you’d deliberately avoided turning tonight into a conversation about that. You didn’t want to make him explain what the day meant or didn’t mean. You wanted him to have food he liked, something sweet, a couple of presents, and the freedom to enjoy any of it without needing to justify why.

So you didn’t sing.

You only slid the cake toward him. “Make a wish.”

Jason glanced at you, then back at the candles. After a moment, he bowed his head with theatrical solemnity and blew them out.

You laughed, and some of the weight in his expression disappeared with the smoke.

While you cut the cake, Jason dragged a finger through the frosting along the edge. You gave him a look, which he ignored completely before stealing another swipe while you transferred the first slice onto his plate. By the time you carried both plates back to the couch, the quiet moment in the kitchen had dissolved into something easier.

The presents were still waiting, and Jason noticed them before he sat down. This time he didn’t make a joke. “You really didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I know.”

You handed him the smaller package.

That answer seemed to land harder than you’d expected. He looked at you for a second before lowering his attention to the wrapping paper and carefully opening it.

The riding gloves were first. His old pair had been splitting along one seam for months. He’d complained about needing to replace them while fixing your car in the spring, then predictably continued wearing them. You’d noticed the size printed inside one when he tossed them to you to hold, and apparently some stubborn corner of your brain had decided the information was worth keeping.

Jason turned the new pair over in his hands, recognizing the brand immediately. “These are nice.”

“Your old ones are trying to disintegrate.”

“They’ve got life left.”

“They have a hole in them.”

“One hole.”

You gave him a look.

A small smile pulled at his mouth as he slid the gloves on. They fit exactly as they should, and he flexed his fingers once before examining the reinforced palms.

“How’d you get my size?”

“I noticed the label when you made me hold your old ones.”

“That was months ago.”

“I remember things.”

Jason looked at you in a way you didn’t particularly want to analyze and slowly pulled the gloves off again. He placed them beside him instead of returning them to the box.

You reached for the second present before that could become a conversation. “This one took longer to find.”

The shape gave away that it was a book immediately. Jason ran his thumb along one edge before opening the paper, more carefully than he had with the first gift.

Then he went still.

Months ago, he’d told you about a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo he’d owned before Bruce took him in and never gotten back after lending it out. The loss itself wasn’t especially important, at least not according to him, but he’d spent long enough describing the edition that you’d teased him for being sentimental about a book he claimed not to miss. At some point, he’d even found a photo of the cover online to prove that the newer editions weren’t as good.

You’d remembered it, so when you spotted the same edition in the window of a used bookstore a few weeks ago, you recognized it immediately.

Jason turned the book over and checked the publication information inside before looking back at the cover.

“You found it.” His voice was quieter now.

“I found one.”

“The same printing.”

“You were very opinionated about the cover.”

“I was right.”

“You usually think you are.”

Normally that would’ve earned a response. This time, Jason only ran his thumb over the worn edge of the book.

“How long were you looking?”

“I wasn’t exactly hunting through Gotham with a flashlight. I just kept an eye out after you mentioned it.”

That did very little to make his expression easier to read.

You took another bite of cake, suddenly aware of how much of your evening could be traced back to things Jason had mentioned in passing: the restaurant, the cake, the gloves, the book.

Apparently Jason had reached the same conclusion. “You do this for all your friends?”

“Yeah.” The answer escaped before you thought about it. Jason looked at you, and you frowned down at your plate. Maybe not exactly like this.

You remembered Dick’s birthday last year because everyone did. You’d contributed to group gifts, shown up at parties, bought drinks, sent texts, and done all the ordinary things people did for friends they loved.

You had never kept an eye out for a particular edition of someone’s favorite book just because they’d mentioned missing it once.

“Some of them,” you amended.

Jason’s mouth twitched.

“Don’t.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were about to.”

“Actually, I was gonna eat my cake.”

You grabbed the nearest pillow and hit him with it.

Jason caught it before the second swing.

His reflexes were unfair on the best of days. When he tugged, you weren’t expecting enough force to pull you forward, and you caught yourself with one hand against his chest while the pillow slipped uselessly between you.

His other arm came around your waist automatically.

The laughter left you both at nearly the same time.

You were suddenly close enough to feel the warmth of his hand through your shirt. One of your knees had landed between his thighs, and your palm was still spread over his chest, directly above the steady beat of his heart.

Jason’s gaze dropped to your mouth.

Your own pulse stumbled.

When he spoke, his voice was lower. “So how many of them?”

You didn’t pretend to misunderstand.

Your eyes flicked toward the book beside him. “I wanted you to have a good birthday.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you asking?”

Jason’s fingers shifted against your waist, almost absently. “Because you went through a hell of a lot of trouble for a friend.”

There wasn’t much you could say to that without lying. You’d known for a while that whatever you felt for Jason had become inconveniently difficult to fit inside friendship. It was easier to ignore when it lived in ordinary moments: the way you automatically saved him a seat, how often you looked for him first when you walked into a room, the embarrassing amount of his life your brain apparently considered important enough to catalog.

Tonight had taken all those little things and wrapped them in paper.

“I care about you,” you said.

Jason’s expression softened. “Yeah?”

“Probably more than I’m supposed to.”

Jason went still.

Embarrassment started creeping up your neck before he finally asked, “Supposed to according to who?”

“We’re friends.”

The word sounded considerably less convincing than it had earlier.

Jason looked down at the hand you still had pressed against his chest before meeting your eyes again. “If I kiss you, are you gonna tell me tomorrow that I misunderstood all this?”

Your breath caught. “No.”

Something in his face eased.

You curled your fingers into his shirt and kissed him before you could lose your nerve.

Jason hesitated for the briefest moment, surprise catching him even after everything you’d just admitted. Then his hand came up to your face, thumb settling beneath your cheekbone as he kissed you back.

The pillow was still wedged stupidly between you. Neither of you seemed to notice until you tried to move closer and it folded against Jason’s stomach, breaking the kiss with a muffled laugh.

He pulled it free and tossed it somewhere behind the couch.

When he looked back at you, the humor in his expression had softened into something that made your stomach turn over.

“Come here.”

This time, when he kissed you, you didn’t have to wonder whether he meant it.

You broke the kiss long enough to breathe. “This probably complicates the friendship thing.”

“Little bit.”

His mouth brushed yours again.

You smiled despite yourself. “Terrible timing.”

“Personally, I’m having a great birthday.”

That laugh barely had time to escape before he kissed you again.

His hands slipped beneath your shirt, but instead of immediately pulling you closer, Jason paused with his palms warm against your waist, like touching you this way required a second adjustment after years of casual contact. You felt the hesitation disappear when you leaned into him. His thumbs moved along your ribs, and you caught his lower lip between your teeth, making Jason’s fingers tighten at your waist.

The kiss deepened until the angle became awkward, your knee pressing into the couch beside his hip and his shoulders twisted toward you.

“Bedroom?” he murmured.

You nodded. Jason stood and, before you could follow, bent to slide one arm beneath your thighs and the other around your back. You made a startled noise as he lifted you, your arms going automatically around his shoulders.

“I can walk.”

“I know.”

He carried you anyway.

The ridiculousness of it should’ve broken the tension, but by the time he set you on the edge of your bed, the moment had turned serious again. He stood between your knees with his hands resting lightly on your thighs, looking at you as though the change of rooms had finally given him time to realize this was actually happening.

You reached for the hem of his shirt. Jason helped you pull it over his head before doing the same with yours. You’d seen him shirtless before, usually because knowing vigilantes had a way of making casual nudity around injuries considerably less interesting than it should’ve been, but this was different. There was nothing clinical about the way your gaze moved over him now.

He noticed, but for once he didn’t tease.

Jason bent and kissed you again as his fingers found the clasp of your bra. Once it was undone, he slipped the bra from your shoulders and let his palms glide slowly over your breasts, thumbs brushing across your nipples until your breathing changed beneath his mouth.

His lips followed, kissing his way down your chest, tongue sweeping over one nipple before his mouth closed around it as you leaned back on your hands. The sensation dragged a quiet moan from you, and Jason’s hand moved to your waist as though he wanted to feel the reaction everywhere at once.

He gave the other breast the same attention before moving lower.

Your jeans went next. Jason undid them and eased them down your legs, then hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and pulled those off too. He kissed your stomach as he lowered himself between your thighs, the sight of him there making heat gather low in your body.

His hands slid beneath your knees and parted your legs gently. He pressed a kiss against the inside of one thigh, then another higher up, taking his time until your fingers curled into the blanket beneath you.

When his mouth finally reached you, you inhaled sharply.

Jason dragged his tongue through you in a slow stroke before settling over your clit. Your head tipped back as pleasure spread through your stomach, immediate and bright enough to make your thighs tense around his shoulders. He didn’t rush, circling steadily while one finger eased inside you, curling against you until your hips moved toward his mouth. A second followed once you relaxed around him, and the combination made your breath break on his name.

Jason reached for one of your hands, lacing your fingers together against your hip while his mouth stayed between your thighs. The gesture was so unexpectedly tender that it sent another pulse of heat through you.

The pressure built quickly after that. Your body tightened around his fingers, your free hand gripping the sheets as the pleasure sharpened.

“Jason.”

He didn’t need anything more.

Your orgasm rolled through you hard enough to lift your hips from the mattress. Jason kept his mouth against you through it, fingers moving slowly until the tremors began to ease and you tugged weakly at the hand holding yours.

He finally lifted his head, and you were still trying to catch your breath when he climbed back onto the bed.

Jason kissed you before either of you said anything, and you tasted yourself on his tongue as his weight settled carefully between your thighs. The hard line of his cock pressed against your leg through his jeans, making it difficult to forget that he was considerably less unaffected than his patience had suggested.

You reached between you and palmed him.

His breath caught against your mouth.

“Still think the book was the best present?”

Jason’s eyes opened, and a smile threatened at the corner of his mouth. “You really want me answering that?”

“Maybe later.”

“Smart.”

You opened his belt before he could say anything else. Jason got off the bed long enough to strip out of his jeans and underwear, kicking them aside before climbing back onto the mattress.

His attention shifted toward your nightstand. He opened the top drawer and found a box of condoms, pulling one free before you took the packet from his hand.

He looked at you questioningly.

“I trust you.” You tossed it across the room, where it disappeared somewhere near the foot of the bed. “I’m clean, I’m on birth control, and I know you’re clean too. Bruce’s medical paranoia alone guarantees you’ve been tested more recently than most people I know.”

Jason’s expression shifted, surprise giving way to something warmer.

“I have.”

“I figured.”

His hand settled against your thigh. “And you’re sure?”

You drew him back between your legs. “I’m sure.”

Jason kissed you as he leaned over you again, his hand sliding along your thigh as you hooked a leg around his hip to bring him nearer.

The first press of him made your breath catch. Jason stayed close, watching you carefully as you adjusted. When you relaxed beneath him, you ran a hand up his back and pulled him closer, encouraging him to sink the rest of the way inside.

For a few seconds, Jason stayed still with his forehead resting against yours. His breathing had gone rough, the restraint in his body obvious enough that affection twisted unexpectedly through the heat in your stomach.

You kissed him. “Move.”

He did. The first few thrusts were slow, giving you time to adjust to the fullness of him. Jason braced one hand beside your head while the other settled at your hip, his rhythm gradually strengthening as your body loosened beneath him.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him closer, and Jason groaned as the angle changed. His mouth moved from yours to your jaw, then lower along your throat, teeth grazing your skin before his tongue soothed the same spot.

Your fingers tightened against his shoulders.

“Careful,” you breathed. “You’re going to leave a mark.”

Jason paused and lifted his head enough to look at you.

You tilted your chin, giving him more room.

Understanding flashed across his face before his mouth returned to your neck. The light bite sent a shiver through you.

Jason’s pace grew less measured as your body responded to him, the bed shifting faintly beneath every thrust. You could hear the difference in his breathing near your ear, the occasional rough sound he failed to swallow when you tightened around him.

“Fuck,” he murmured against your skin. “You feel so good.”

The praise made your stomach tighten.

You slid one hand into his hair and kissed him, drawing him closer as another wave of pleasure began building. Jason seemed to feel the change in you. His hand left your hip and moved between your bodies, his thumb returning to your clit with the same rhythm that had worked so well earlier.

Your breath stuttered as he kept the pressure steady, his thrusts deepening as your legs tightened around him. The second orgasm built slower than the first but struck harder when it finally broke, your body clenching around his cock while you gasped his name into the space between you.

Jason’s rhythm faltered.

You pulled him into another kiss.

He managed only a few more thrusts before he came with a low groan against your mouth, hips pressing firmly to yours as the tension drained from his body.

For a little while, neither of you moved.

Jason eventually lowered his face into the side of your neck, and you ran your fingers lazily through his hair while both of you caught your breath.

“Happy birthday,” you murmured.

His laugh vibrated against your skin.

“That’s gonna be hard to top next year.”

“You’re assuming this becomes a tradition.”

Jason lifted his head just enough to look at you.

You couldn’t hold the expression for more than a second before smiling.

“Yeah,” he said. “That’s what I thought.”

He kissed you once, softer this time, then carefully pulled out. A moment later, Jason slid one arm beneath your knees and the other around your back and lifted you from the bed.

You looped your arms around his shoulders as he carried you into the bathroom, too warm and pleasantly wrung out to argue with the decision. He set you down carefully beside the toilet, then reached over to start the shower while you cleaned up and peed.

By the time you were finished, steam had begun gathering along the glass. Jason stepped beneath the spray first and held a hand out for you, and you joined him a moment later.

The shower stayed quiet and unhurried. Jason washed the sweat from your skin and helped rinse between your thighs, his touch gentle after everything that had come before. You returned the favor, running soapy hands over his shoulders and chest until he caught one of your wrists and pressed a kiss to your palm.

Neither of you seemed in any hurry to get out.

Eventually, Jason shut off the water and reached for the towels, wrapping one around you before taking the other for himself. While you dried off, he used a washcloth to wipe the splashed water from the edge of the tub, then tossed it toward the hamper and missed by several inches.

You looked at the floor, then at him.

“I saw that.”

“You’re supposed to be an excellent shot.”

“I’m off duty.”

You laughed as Jason retrieved the washcloth with a muttered complaint and dropped it properly into the hamper this time.

When you finally returned to bed, clean and warm, Jason climbed in beside you and pulled you against his chest almost as soon as you settled beneath the blankets. The joking faded naturally as his arm wrapped around your waist, his breathing slow and steady against your shoulder.

With nothing left to distract either of you, you finally had time to think about what you’d actually done. You stayed quiet for a while, listening to Jason breathe behind you before turning enough to look at him.

“So what happens now?”

His arm stayed around your waist. “You mean besides me getting to tell everyone you seduced me on my birthday?”

“Jason.”

The teasing faded from his expression.

“I want this,” he said. “Not just tonight.”

The answer came easily enough that some of the tension you hadn’t realized you were carrying loosened.

“Good.”

Jason studied you for a moment. “That all I get?”

You smiled and shifted closer. “I want it too.”

His hand moved up your back, settling between your shoulder blades as he drew you into a kiss.

“So we’re not doing the friends thing anymore,” you murmured when you pulled away.

Jason’s expression softened. “I think we crossed that line on the couch.”

“Yeah.”

His thumb brushed along your cheek. “You okay with that?”

You smiled. “More than okay.”

Jason drew you into another kiss.

The book you’d found for him was still sitting beside two abandoned cake plates in the living room. His new gloves rested near the wrapping paper, the dinner cartons still needed to be put away, and there was probably frosting drying somewhere on your kitchen counter.

None of it seemed particularly urgent.

Jason’s fingers found yours beneath the blanket and linked them together.

After a while, he broke the comfortable silence. “You know, this was a pretty good birthday.”

You smiled against his chest. “Pretty good?”

“I don’t want it going to your head.”

“Too late.”

Jason tucked you closer against him, his fingers still loosely threaded through yours beneath the blankets. 

Whatever came after this could be figured out in the morning.

For now, neither of you seemed interested in putting any distance back between you.

credit to @uzmacchiato for the cherry divider ❤️💛

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love at first...taste? ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ jason todd

word count: 1.1k+

content warnings: nsfw ― mdni, porn with some plot, AFAB!reader with female anatomy, bodily insecurities (mentions of the tummy, stretch marks, and thighs), mentions of virginity, sexual anxiety, minimal kissing, reassurance, praise, really fucking messy pussy-eating, face-sitting, highkey munch!jason 🤭, male masturbation, minimal nipple play, allusions to overstimulation, mild language

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your fingers tug at the hem of your shirt for the umpteenth time.

it always winds up like this. you kiss for a bit and then get handsy. you try to push yourself to take it a step further, and it almost never happens.

not until tonight.

you had been dating jason for just under nine months and you were taking things rather slow...almost too slow. whereas any of your friends wouldn't hesitate to jump into bed with their partners within just weeks of dating, your anxiety around the matter doubled down.

pushing thirty and still being a virgin put an unnecessary weight on your shoulders. jason never shamed you for backing out, but you were sure that it had to become exhausting at some point.

he's a man. he has needs too.

and as these two phrases rung in your ears day and night, you tried to step out of your comfort zone, but your mind just wouldn't let you.

you'd gone as far as getting intimate with yourself when jason had been away for missions, slipping into the least skimpy lingerie you could find. but then you'd catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and your brain would spiral, making you feel insane for even thinking it would go any different this time.

jason quietly loved on any of your insecurities. he never wanted to make you feel any smaller than your mind already had.

if you complained about your stomach, insisting that the pudge made you feel gross, he'd slip his head under your baggy tee, pressing warm, wet kisses to the soft skin, going on about how perfect you are.

complaining about the stretch marks that are littered across your body? he's taking his time to trace each and every one of them, telling you how much of a badass they make you look. he'll call you his little tiger, nipping at your skin softly til you're a gushing mess beneath him.

and God if you dare to even whine about your thighs being too big, he's lowering himself onto whatever surface you're sitting on ― this time you're on the sofa ― hoisting and maneuvering you till your thighs rest comfortably atop his chest.

he kisses the insides of each thigh, only stopping when your hips rock against the firm muscles of his pecs. he squeezes them gently, looking up at you with those eyes that melt you to complete putty.

"sweetheart, you know i'd love nothing more than to make you feel good."

his eyes carry that weight, the one that breaks down every barrier to get to the very core of your being.

"but i need to know what you want."

so, you try. because you want to. but when your glistening mound hovers just inches from his face, you feel yourself shying away from his touch like it'll burn.

"jay, what if―" your breath hitches, voice thick with arousal, anxiety trying to bleed straight through it. "i want you, baby. fuck, i always do. but what if i suffocate you?"

and the way he laughs almost makes you want to suffocate him.

"baby, love, my sweet, sweet girl," he muses. "i can handle you, sweetheart."

he pauses, calloused hands running up your behind.

"besides, i've died before. think i'd finally make it to heaven if i went out like this, doll."

he winks.

asshole.

when he convinces you well enough to finally lower yourself onto his mouth, your body reacts instantly. your back arches, nails digging into the armrest on either side of his head. you don't let your full weight drop onto him, but with one particular nudge of his nose to your clit, your thighs tremble, succumbing to pure bliss.

his fingers tentatively slip into the little space they can find, circling your clit once before scissoring themselves between your silky walls.

the moan that rips from your chest is heavenly ― so much so that jason's free hand travels past the waistband of his bottoms, sluggishly pumping his length as he sucks your clit with a delicious pressure. his fingers curl with no hesitation, and you grind down on him.

"such a good girl," he murmurs when your hips drift back a bit further, thighs tightening just a hair around his head. "taste so fuckin' good, baby."

your hands drift to his hair, hips rolling against his mouth.

"feels really good, honey," you whimper.

he groans against your heat and you double over, a wrecked cry echoing between your bodies. your eyes find his glossy ones, your stomach flipping at the sight of him like this.

an obscene squelch makes that coil in your tummy tighten.

"think 'm close, baby," you babble, eyes falling shut.

he tuts against you, grumbling as he pulls back.

"fuck― look at me when you cum, sweetheart. wanna see that pretty face," he beckons.

any semblance of a response dies on your tongue when his hands cautiously slide up your t-shirt, gliding across your skin like he's memorized every inch of you. his eyes stay trained on yours when the fabric bunches at his forearms.

"is this okay, honey? tell me to stop if it's too much," he coos, looking at you with so much love; it sets your heart ablaze. "won't make you do anything you don't want to do. i promise."

you're ready to throw all morals out the window. the sheer weight of his words brings you closer to a climax. without another word, you hook your fingers into the hem of your shirt, slipping it over your head like it's natural.

he makes it feel right. your fingers reach back to undo the clasp of your bra, your tits spilling over with a soft breath. you shake your head.

"don't stop. please don't stop." your voice cracks, desperation seeping through every part of you now.

he takes in the sight of you with murmured profanities, nestling his head back into its former position before his mouth is hot on your cunt again. one hand drifts upward, groping at your chest. your hips continue lazily rutting against his face, the pressure bubbling over.

"jay, i'm go―"

he moans into you before his fingers roll the bud of your nipple, bringing you right to the edge embarrassingly quick. a high-pitched squeak rips through you at the intensity of the stimulation. his fist only works faster, pumping his length with a newfound passion as you ride out your orgasm.

he presses his face even deeper into your cunt, not caring about the slick that messily coats his face. his lips purse around your clit, teeth nibbling just barely to have you teetering at the edge of another orgasm.

the only thing flooding his senses is you. the way you look hovering over him; the sweet melodies that leave your plush lips; but most of all, your taste fresh on his tongue.

he's gotten his first taste of you, and hell, he'll be damned if that's his last.

a/n: went a drastically different route, but i hope that's okay 🙂‍↔️ really tried my best to bang this out, especially cause i feel like it's a bit hard at times to write about insecurities. however, i listened to 'good girl' by kwn while writing this, so that's where the praise came from, and i now need to sit on jason's face 😋

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word count: 1.1k+

content warnings: nsfw ― mdni, porn with some plot, AFAB!reader with female anatomy, bodily insecurities (mentions of the tummy, stretch marks, and thighs), mentions of virginity, sexual anxiety, minimal kissing, reassurance, praise, really fucking messy pussy-eating, face-sitting, highkey munch!jason 🤭, male masturbation, minimal nipple play, allusions to overstimulation, mild language

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based on this request!

your fingers tug at the hem of your shirt for the umpteenth time.

it always winds up like this. you kiss for a bit and then get handsy. you try to push yourself to take it a step further, and it almost never happens.

not until tonight.

you had been dating jason for just under nine months and you were taking things rather slow...almost too slow. whereas any of your friends wouldn't hesitate to jump into bed with their partners within just weeks of dating, your anxiety around the matter doubled down.

pushing thirty and still being a virgin put an unnecessary weight on your shoulders. jason never shamed you for backing out, but you were sure that it had to become exhausting at some point.

he's a man. he has needs too.

and as these two phrases rung in your ears day and night, you tried to step out of your comfort zone, but your mind just wouldn't let you.

you'd gone as far as getting intimate with yourself when jason had been away for missions, slipping into the least skimpy lingerie you could find. but then you'd catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and your brain would spiral, making you feel insane for even thinking it would go any different this time.

jason quietly loved on any of your insecurities. he never wanted to make you feel any smaller than your mind already had.

if you complained about your stomach, insisting that the pudge made you feel gross, he'd slip his head under your baggy tee, pressing warm, wet kisses to the soft skin, going on about how perfect you are.

complaining about the stretch marks that are littered across your body? he's taking his time to trace each and every one of them, telling you how much of a badass they make you look. he'll call you his little tiger, nipping at your skin softly til you're a gushing mess beneath him.

and God if you dare to even whine about your thighs being too big, he's lowering himself onto whatever surface you're sitting on ― this time you're on the sofa ― hoisting and maneuvering you till your thighs rest comfortably atop his chest.

he kisses the insides of each thigh, only stopping when your hips rock against the firm muscles of his pecs. he squeezes them gently, looking up at you with those eyes that melt you to complete putty.

"sweetheart, you know i'd love nothing more than to make you feel good."

his eyes carry that weight, the one that breaks down every barrier to get to the very core of your being.

"but i need to know what you want."

so, you try. because you want to. but when your glistening mound hovers just inches from his face, you feel yourself shying away from his touch like it'll burn.

"jay, what if―" your breath hitches, voice thick with arousal, anxiety trying to bleed straight through it. "i want you, baby. fuck, i always do. but what if i suffocate you?"

and the way he laughs almost makes you want to suffocate him.

"baby, love, my sweet, sweet girl," he muses. "i can handle you, sweetheart."

he pauses, calloused hands running up your behind.

"besides, i've died before. think i'd finally make it to heaven if i went out like this, doll."

he winks.

asshole.

when he convinces you well enough to finally lower yourself onto his mouth, your body reacts instantly. your back arches, nails digging into the armrest on either side of his head. you don't let your full weight drop onto him, but with one particular nudge of his nose to your clit, your thighs tremble, succumbing to pure bliss.

his fingers tentatively slip into the little space they can find, circling your clit once before scissoring themselves between your silky walls.

the moan that rips from your chest is heavenly ― so much so that jason's free hand travels past the waistband of his bottoms, sluggishly pumping his length as he sucks your clit with a delicious pressure. his fingers curl with no hesitation, and you grind down on him.

"such a good girl," he murmurs when your hips drift back a bit further, thighs tightening just a hair around his head. "taste so fuckin' good, baby."

your hands drift to his hair, hips rolling against his mouth.

"feels really good, honey," you whimper.

he groans against your heat and you double over, a wrecked cry echoing between your bodies. your eyes find his glossy ones, your stomach flipping at the sight of him like this.

an obscene squelch makes that coil in your tummy tighten.

"think 'm close, baby," you babble, eyes falling shut.

he tuts against you, grumbling as he pulls back.

"fuck― look at me when you cum, sweetheart. wanna see that pretty face," he beckons.

any semblance of a response dies on your tongue when his hands cautiously slide up your t-shirt, gliding across your skin like he's memorized every inch of you. his eyes stay trained on yours when the fabric bunches at his forearms.

"is this okay, honey? tell me to stop if it's too much," he coos, looking at you with so much love; it sets your heart ablaze. "won't make you do anything you don't want to do. i promise."

you're ready to throw all morals out the window. the sheer weight of his words brings you closer to a climax. without another word, you hook your fingers into the hem of your shirt, slipping it over your head like it's natural.

he makes it feel right. your fingers reach back to undo the clasp of your bra, your tits spilling over with a soft breath. you shake your head.

"don't stop. please don't stop." your voice cracks, desperation seeping through every part of you now.

he takes in the sight of you with murmured profanities, nestling his head back into its former position before his mouth is hot on your cunt again. one hand drifts upward, groping at your chest. your hips continue lazily rutting against his face, the pressure bubbling over.

"jay, i'm go―"

he moans into you before his fingers roll the bud of your nipple, bringing you right to the edge embarrassingly quick. a high-pitched squeak rips through you at the intensity of the stimulation. his fist only works faster, pumping his length with a newfound passion as you ride out your orgasm.

he presses his face even deeper into your cunt, not caring about the slick that messily coats his face. his lips purse around your clit, teeth nibbling just barely to have you teetering at the edge of another orgasm.

the only thing flooding his senses is you. the way you look hovering over him; the sweet melodies that leave your plush lips; but most of all, your taste fresh on his tongue.

he's gotten his first taste of you, and hell, he'll be damned if that's his last.

a/n: went a drastically different route, but i hope that's okay 🙂‍↔️ really tried my best to bang this out, especially cause i feel like it's a bit hard at times to write about insecurities. however, i listened to 'good girl' by kwn while writing this, so that's where the praise came from, and i now need to sit on jason's face 😋