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Dating Jason Todd Would Include…

Jason is extremely protective, but not in a controlling way. He trusts you to handle yourself, but if someone genuinely threatens you? That person is about to learn why Gotham fears the Red Hood. If anyone insults you he’ll casually go.

“You wanna repeat that? Slowly.”

Jason loves reading. Like really loves it. Your dates sometimes include, Quiet nights on the couch, Sharing headphones

Him reading poetry aloud. He’ll absolutely read things from Jane Austen or classic literature just to see your reaction.

Jason loves taking you on midnight motorcycle rides through Gotham. Your arms wrapped around his waist while the city lights blur past. He pretends it’s for patrol, but honestly he just likes having you close.

Jason is touch-starved but doesn’t realize it at first. Once you’re dating though, He rests his chin on your head, Pulls you into side hugs and Absentmindedly holds your hand. If you run your fingers through his hair he will melt instantly.

Jason has been through a lot (especially after the Joker incident and everything that happened with Batman). So when he trusts you. He tells you things he’s never told anyone else. Lets you see him without the armor. Lets you patch up his injuries after patrol.

Those quiet moments mean everything to him.

Jason loves junk food dates. Burgers, fries, late-night diners, street food. He’ll steal fries off your plate and say:

“Relax, I’m taste testing for poison.”

He teases you constantly. Calls you nicknames like, Trouble, Pretty thing, Baby. If you tease him back he secretly loves it.

After a rough night he sometimes just collapses beside you. Doesn’t say anything. Just holds you quietly while he decompresses. Those moments are when Jason feels safe.

Jason’s reaction if someone makes you cry. Cold. Terrifying. Immediate. But when he comes back to you he’s gentle again:

“Hey… look at me. Nobody gets to hurt you. Not while I’m around.”

The real truth about dating Jason Todd: You’re loving someone who’s been hurt deeply, but if he chooses you, he loves fiercely, loyally, and forever.

[hauntedhouseofhorrors]

where can i actually find a man like this 🫩

[hauntedhouseofhorrors]

tangled ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ jason todd

word count: 841

warnings: nsfw ― mdni (i'm a whore, i know 🫩), oral (male receiving), penetrative sex (not specified whether it's protected or not). please note that i did try to make this as inclusive as possible!

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when you had first started dating, you thought it was just another glorious part of the honeymoon phase.

jason was a complete fiend when it came to your hair. he needed his fix no matter the time of day.

he just dropped in from patrol? he's seeking you out so he can just smell your hair and let your scent lull him to sleep. you just came home from work? he's wrapping his arms tight around you to keep you from moving, sliding one hand up to your hair to lovingly fist at your scalp.

when you guys are in bed, he's elated. it's just you, him, the warmth of your duvet, and an eternity to play with the soft locks that adorn your face. he'd twirl one strand around his finger, pulling you further into his chest so he can paw at your scalp with the other.

he loves hair wash day because that means one, he gets to pamper you ― meaning you don't lift a single finger ― and two, he just loves the feeling of your hair getting softer when the dampened tresses graze his knuckles.

he lets you sink backward, shoulder blades pressing into the meat of his inner thighs, and immediately gets to work. he lathers your hair in the most luxurious shampoo, huffing a laugh to himself when you moan at the feeling of his fingers delicately ridding you of the day's worries.

"that good, honey?"

all you can muster is a quiet hum, eyes falling shut as his nails scratch your skin with a delicious tenderness.

he takes his time, double-conditioning your ends and clipping your hair up so he can wash the rest of your body before giving you one final rinse.

now, depending on your hair type, what he does afterwards varies. a nonnegotiable, however, is the hair oil that he massages into your scalp.

he's so patient. he works with your hair, never fighting it.

if it starts to tangle up on him, he takes a brush and delicately runs it through the knots. if you decide to let your natural waves or curls run free, he learns your routine, taking note of which products work best in your hair. he finger-coils each strand, tactfully scrunching a palmful of mousse into your hair.

if you're applying heat to your hair, he's lecturing you on the importance of heat protectant, carding generous amounts from top to bottom.

"can't have you ruining your gorgeous hair," he'll murmur.

it feels as though he's talking to himself, because in retrospect, he is.

and if you dare to insist that you can do any of this on your own...God be with you.

"jay, baby, i got it," you'll speak softly in hopes that it'll get him to wind down. "go sit. relax, honey."

he merely scoffs in your face, gripping the hairbrush tighter.

"this is me relaxing, sweetheart."

and he goes about what he was doing, laughing at your vanquished little humph.

when you're getting intimate, he fixates on your hair even more ― especially when you're on top.

you urge him to lie back and let you do something for once, to take care of him at least a fraction of what he does for you. when your lips meet in a pristine kiss, he can't fight the urge to slip his hands into your hair, pulling you closer. his fingers curl into the tufts, fighting the urge to just flip you over when your kisses shift to something beautifully obscene.

his hands never leave your hair even as your mouth trails lower. when you take him into your mouth, his hands stay there. he never pulls or tugs. just lets his fingers reactively flex and unfurl, coming undone at the feeling of your lips wrapped around him.

his absolute favorite is when your hips are rutting languidly into his, your hair falling and curtaining your faces from any possible distractions. it traps the heat between you two, your breaths intermingling in the sultry confines. your hair tickles his skin when your lips trail down his neck and it almost pushes him over the edge.

he damn near whines when you straighten up, but he's instantly awe-struck at the sight of your hair falling over your shoulders, caressing your supple flesh. you look like an absolute goddess, flashing a bashful grin down at him.

after you've cleaned up and you're back in bed, you're wrapped up between each other's limbs again, and of course, jason's playing with your hair like always. the faint buzz of your voice reverberates into his chest, but it works in unison with the softness of your hair to soothe him to sleep.

jason loves your hair every moment of every day. it doesn't matter if it's well past wash day (which he never misses because he writes it down on your weekly agenda...) or if it's just been freshly washed.

oddly enough, it grounds him, giving him another excuse to simply take care of the person he treasures most in this world.

a/n: this was going to be such a cute, wholesome, fluffy piece, but i saw an opportunity to write smut and ran w it

[oncasette]

Can I request a [ INNER ] + [ WHISPER] for Jason Todd?? Thank you!!

is it still me that makes you sweat?

jason todd x fem!reader

summary: 0.8k

“I’ll give you whatever you want,” he repeats, licking and sucking along the meat of your thighs. You curl your fingers into his hair to pretend you have any control over his movements. “You know I will, pretty.”

or the one where jason knows exactly how to get your attention. — join the sleepover!

content: nsfw, cocky!Jason, oral (f!recieving), fingering, I haven't written smut in what feels like forever so I hope this isn't awkward, also this is an old request, but I'm including it for the sleepover bc it's for one of the same characters, ok thanks love u bye

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“You’re not watching, are you?” Jason asks. He sounds smug and it pisses you off. Or, it would, if he weren’t absolutely right.

You were supposed to be watching the dumb movie you had picked out. You’d been excited about it. It was a rom-com that had just come out that was an adaptation of one of the books you’d read a couple of years ago, before you’d even met Jason, and you couldn’t even give it the sliver of attention you wanted to give it. All because your boyfriend decided that tonight was the night to forego boxers under his sweats. 

“I’m watching,” you grumble as you shift in your seat. Your eyes were on the screen, at the very least. 

Jason leans in closer, his arm that’s propped up on the back of the couch closing in around your shoulders. Your breath hitches in your chest as his cologne catches in your nose. When the fuck had he put cologne on?

“You sure, baby?” he whispers against the shell of your ear. Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t look. Shit. Your gaze snaps down to find the outline of his semi. 

It’s not that you didn’t want to look at your boyfriend. No, you think you’d be perfectly happy to only look at him from here until the end of time if he allowed you. You just didn’t want to prove him right. To feed his ego. You wanted to prove that you could get through one single movie beside him without jumping his bones. 

“I’ll give you what you want,” he grins against your skin. His teeth drag along your neck before he nips at the juncture of your shoulder. 

“Jay,” you exhale, hoping it sounds more annoyed than keyed up.

“C’mon, pretty. Just admit it,” he hums. His kisses are open-mouthed and wet and the drying saliva left over chills your skin. 

“Wha- fuck,” you huff, and it’s enough admittance for him to slide off the couch and spread your knees to kneel between them. He pushes your shirt up enough to bite along the skin above the waistband of your shorts. The kisses travel down, next, skirting over your clothing but starting right back up again when he’s found bare flesh. 

“I’ll give you whatever you want,” he repeats, licking and sucking along the meat of your thighs. You curl your fingers into his hair to pretend you have any control over his movements. “You know I will, pretty.”

When his nose bumps against your clothed clit, your resolve crumbles. 

“Fuck, please, Jay,” you whine, head dropping back as your hold on his hair tightens. If you weren’t so turned on, you might’ve slapped the grin off his face. His stupidly attractive face that never fails to distract you from the movies you want to watch. 

His fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts and your panties and tugs them down past your knees in one go. 

“There she is,” he groans. He thumbs along the hair on your pubic bone for a few seconds, just to watch you clench around nothing in anticipation.

“Don’t be mean,” you huff. 

“‘M not being mean,” he laughs. Yeah, definitely gonna slap-

“Oh, hmm,” your internal beratement dissolves once his tongue meets your clit. His lips wrap around it, sucking once before a finger begins to trace your hole. You flush with heat at the slick that pools against the digit. Slowly, and with little resistance, he pushes the finger in and curls it in time with his tongue. 

“You’re an asshole,” you choke out as you grind against his face. It’s embarrassing how close you are already. How close squeezing your thighs together for the last hour had made you. 

“You don’t think I’m an asshole, baby. You’re about to cum from having one of my fingers in you,” he grins. 

You want to say something smart in return, something witty, but when he flattens his tongue against you, suddenly all the words in your brain turn to jelly. All you can manage to get out are cropped and choppy expletives mixed with his name as the coil into your gut winds tighter. 

“Gonna cum,” you plead. 

“I know, baby. Wanna feel it,” Jason moans against you and the vibration is just enough to tip you past the edge. “That’s it, pretty. So good for me, hm? Even when you wanna mouth off.”

Your retort dies in your throat as you squeeze around his finger. Once he’s sure you’ve ridden out the last wave of pleasure, he slowly pulls out of you and leaves a gentle trail of kisses along your hips, your naval, all the way up until he can leave a devastatingly sweet kiss against your lips. You hum, returning it with a dazed enthusiasm. 

“You… wanna… rewind?” he asks quietly. Each word is punctuated with his mouth against yours again. 

“Later,” you say before you reach out to grab at his hips and pull him closer. “I think you’ve got your own little problem we should take care of first.”

“By all means,” he laughs. “It’s yours, pretty.”

[fancy-possum]

SOFT EDGES ◞ Jason Todd

summary : Jason and you are on bat-sitting duty, with little Damian Wayne. It’s not like Damian is comfortable around you or anything..

MASTERLIST ◞ DC MASTERLIST

The penthouse was quiet in the way only late nights could be — city lights twinkling far below, the low hum of the fridge, the occasional creak of the building settling. You and Jason had been roped into babysitting Damian for the night. Bruce and the others were out on a mission that required the full team, and Alfred had finally put his foot down that the youngest Wayne needed supervision.

Damian, of course, had not been pleased.

“I do not require babysitters,” he’d declared the moment he arrived, arms crossed, chin high. “I am perfectly capable of looking after myself.”

Jason had just smirked, leaning against the kitchen counter. “Sure, kid. That’s why you’re here and not blowing up the manor.”

You’d smiled, trying to keep the peace. “We’re just hanging out. No big deal. We can watch a movie or something.”

Damian had eyed you both with suspicion but eventually relented, muttering something about “inferior entertainment options” as he stalked toward the living room.

The evening had gone about as expected.

Damian had been blunt, rude, and relentlessly critical of every suggestion. He’d rejected three different movies, called your popcorn “sadly inadequate,” and spent twenty minutes lecturing Jason on proper sword maintenance techniques even though no swords were involved.

But somewhere around the fourth movie — an old action flick you’d picked because it had swords and explosions — something shifted.

Damian had started yawning. Then his head had drooped. Then, slowly, he’d leaned sideways until he was curled up against Jason’s side on the massive couch.

Jason had frozen for half a second, green eyes wide with something like panic. Then, carefully, like he was handling something fragile, he’d wrapped an arm around the boy’s shoulders and pulled him closer.

You watched from the other end of the couch, heart melting. Damian’s face was pressed against Jason’s chest, one small hand fisted in his shirt, breathing slow and even. The scowl he usually wore had softened into something peaceful, almost innocent.

Jason looked down at him, expression unreadable for a moment. Then he sighed, gently adjusting the blanket over Damian’s shoulders.

“Little shit,” he muttered fondly, voice barely above a whisper. “Acts like he’s thirty but still falls asleep like a kid.”

You smiled, scooting closer. “He trusts you. Even if he’d rather die than admit it.”

Jason’s arm came around your shoulders too, pulling you against his other side. You rested your head on his chest, right above where Damian was curled up. The three of you fit together like puzzle pieces — Damian small and fierce even in sleep, Jason solid and warm, you tucked safely next to him.

“He’s going to deny this so hard when he wakes up,” you whispered, grinning.

Jason chuckled softly, the sound rumbling under your ear. “Oh yeah. He’ll call us liars and threaten to feed us to the dog. But we’ll have pictures.”

You laughed quietly, careful not to wake the boy. “Blackmail material for life.”

Jason pressed a kiss to the top of your head, then another to Damian’s messy hair. “He’s a pain in the ass. But he’s family. And he’s… soft when he thinks no one’s looking.”

You tilted your head up, kissing Jason’s jaw. “Like someone else I know.”

He huffed, but his arm tightened around you. “Shut up.”

You stayed like that for a long time — the three of you tangled on the couch, the movie playing quietly in the background, the city humming far below. Damian slept soundly, face relaxed in a way it rarely was when he was awake. Jason’s hand stroked slow circles on your shoulder, his other arm curled protectively around his little brother.

When Damian finally stirred hours later, blinking sleepily, he froze the second he realized where he was — curled up against Jason’s chest, your head on Jason’s other shoulder, the blanket tucked around all three of you.

He sat up abruptly, cheeks pink, expression stormy. “This is ridiculous. I was not sleeping. I was merely resting my eyes.”

Jason smirked, not moving. “Sure, demon spawn. Whatever you say.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “You were out cold. Snoring a little, even.”

Damian’s ears went red. “I do not snore. And I certainly do not cuddle.”

Jason raised an eyebrow. “You were literally using my chest as a pillow. Drooled on me and everything.”

Damian looked horrified. “I did not!”

You pulled out your phone, showing him the picture you’d taken earlier — Damian curled up against Jason, face peaceful, one hand fisted in his shirt. Jason looked down at him with the softest expression you’d ever seen on him.

Damian stared at the photo for a long moment. Then he crossed his arms, scowling. “Delete that immediately. Or I will feed your phone to Titus.”

Jason laughed — low, warm, genuine. “No chance. This is going in the family album.”

You leaned over and kissed Damian’s forehead before he could protest. “It’s cute. You’re cute when you’re asleep.”

He grumbled, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned into you just a little, letting you wrap an arm around his shoulders.

Jason watched the two of you, eyes soft. “We’ve got you, kid. Both of us. Even when you’re being a little shit.”

Damian huffed, but there was the faintest smile tugging at his lips. “I suppose that is… acceptable.”

You smiled, pulling both of them closer. The city lights twinkled far below, the night stretching on, but in your little corner of the world, everything felt right.

Damian would deny it in the morning.

But for now, he stayed curled against you both, safe and loved and exactly where he belonged.

And Jason?

He held you both like you were the only things worth protecting in the entire world.

a/n : I have crazy intensive rehearsals tonight and I’m tired already. ALSO! I couldn’t find the art credits on Pinterest but full credit to the artists, whoever they are !!

[sebatsukii]

Knight Jason Todd fucks you after coming back from a long mission.

Knight Jason Todd x Princess Reader

“Mmm” Jason melted into you, his lips dancing against yours, “I missed you,” He mumbled against your lips.

You pulled back from him slightly to catch your breath, but he immediately pulled you close again, latching his lips with yours.

“Shh, be quiet,” You whispered, pulling away from him again, “Cmon”. You grabbed his hand and started pulling him down the corridor.

He groaned but followed you, he’d follow you anywhere. That's why he was in the castle's abandoned servant tunnels sneaking around with you after hours.

Jasons eyes were glued to your shadowy silhouette guiding him through the forgotten underground maze, a little secret between only the two of you for your rendezvouses after hours. You made him duck through a short entrance and Jason blinked to adjust his eyes to the sudden brightness attacking his vision. Before his eyes could focus again you were on him.

You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Jason immediately shut his eyes and gripped your waist. Your hands travelled down his chest, your fingers caressing the hard muscles under the fabric. Your fingers curled under his shirt hem, gripping the fabric for dear life.

Jason pulled back slightly, breathing hard, "Here?" He asked, his eyes intently locked onto yours.

You kissed his neck then mumbled against his throat, "Where else?" Before kissing down his throat and pulling the collar of his shirt back to nibble at his collarbone.

He took the chance to look around and was surprised to find you two in your bedroom. He'd have to make sure no one else stumbled upon the old tunnels and gained access to your room, but that was a problem for later, right now all he needed was to be buried balls deep inside you.

Jason reached behind your back and his fingers found your corset still laced up. As you kissed and bit his chest hard enough to bruise, he gently untied the satin binding you. His fingers ghosted over your back with each tug, he was going agonizingly slow. You whined and looked up at him with watery eyes, begging him to just rip off the dress and fuck you.

Jason smiled down at you, "Impatient, are we, Princess?" He leaned down and kissed you gently, still unlacing you infuriatingly slow.

"I missed you. You were gone for so long," You replied, staring up at him with glassy eyes.

"I won’t ever leave for that long again," With one final swift tug Jason pulled the satin ribbon and let the corset and your dress fall to the floor. You yourself wasted no time and pulled his shirt over his head.

You looked at each other in awe. Him admiring your beauty, and you, admiring every scar and bruise that painted the canvas of his body, every single scar that made him entirely yours.

You blushed when you noticed him admiring you and reached for him, pulling him down onto your bed. He hovered over you, his body between your legs, where he belonged.

You pulled him into a kiss while he fumbled with his pants, eager to get them off. Jason pulled away from the kiss as his cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach. Pre leaked out his flushed tip, dripping down his length. Your walls clenched around nothing, eager to have him inside you.

Jason hooked a finger on the waistband of your panties and slid them off of you in one motion. He stared at your soaking cunt, your arousal dripping down your folds “Already so wet for me?” He mused while spreading your pussy lips apart to get a better look.

His thumb lightly rubbed your clit, spreading your arousal all over your pussy before slowly sliding his middle finger inside your leaking cunt.

Your back arched as he curled his finger inside you, your hand lightly gripping his wrist as he worked you open. He thrust his finger in and out of you slowly, curling it when inside you to hit that perfect spot that made you see stars.

“Jason” You whined, needing his cock inside you. He leaned down and kissed your lips lightly, “Shh, be patient princess”. He pulled away from your lips and added another finger inside your greedy cunt. You moaned his name quietly at the stretch, arching your back further off your expensive silk sheets. He fingers sped up, making you see stars as he worked you open.

You gripped his wrist tightly, tugging at it. “What is it, Princess?” He asked with glazed over eyes, mesmerized by the way your pretty cunt was sucking his fingers in and coating them in your slick.

You wrapped both hands around his wrist, pulling his fingers away from your soaked folds, “I need you Jason, I can’t take it anymore,” You looked at him with lidded eyes, your breath shallow and desire written all over your body.

He looked at you for a moment before leaning down and kissing you, “Missed me that bad huh?” He mused. You moaned into the kiss as he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving your cunt clenching around nothing.

He pulled away from the kiss and lined his cock up at your entrance. Your hips rolled towards his, eager for any sort of friction. He chuckled lightly and held your hips down by pressing his right hand down on your tummy. Slowly, he ran his cock through your folds, mixing your arousal and his pre. Your breath hitched as his cock head caught on your clit. “Jason,” You whined, begging him to stop teasing and just fuck you.

He smirked down at you, the white pieces of his hair falling over his eyes, “Alright, alright,”. He lined his cock up at your entrance again and slowly, achingly slowly, pushed the tip in. His eyes flickered to yours to make sure you were okay. You bit your lip and grabbed his shoulders, “Keep going,” You said while arching your back just enough to make a little more of his cock slide into you.

Something about the way you looked at him made something crack in Jason. Within seconds his teasing demeanour was gone, replaced by something feral as he leaned down to catch your lips in a heated kiss he slammed his cock in you all the way.

You both moaned into the kiss, as he started thrusting into you at a punishing pace. You wrapped your arms your his shoulders, as he kissed along your neck. His cock stretched you so good, but you barely had time to adjust to his size before he began pounding into you.

His pace was brutal, fast and hard, each thrust making sure his cock kissed that gummy spot inside you that made you see stars. Your back arched and toes curled as nonsensical moans left your mouth. He moaned into the crook of your neck, focused on making sure his pace didn’t falter.

He lifted his head and looked down to where you were connected. His eyes caught on your stomach, the way his cock made your plush tummy bulge with each thrust. Jason almost came on the spot.

Jason sat up, still thrusting into you unforgivingly, and pressed his hand down on your stomach. You let out an obscene moan that someone had to have heard. “J-Jason, aughh, th-that feels so good” You moaned, your head falling back onto the pillow as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The pressure of his hand on your stomach had you seeing stars.

“Shh, quiet, Princess. You don’t wanna get us caught do you?” He huffed out between ragged breaths. Jason kept his hand pressed down on your stomach, obsessed with how he could feel his cock thrusting inside of you. Obsessed with how he stretched your tight pussy so well.

He didn’t know where to look, your tits bouncing beautifully in time with every thrust of his dick inside you, the tummy bulge that had him losing composure by the minute, your pretty lips letting out incoherent moans, or your glossy eyes that he loved so much.

Jason moaned your name–loud. The sight of you was dizzying. He folded and hid his face in the crook of your neck, one of his arms cradling your head and his other hand moving from your tummy to your clit. Slowly his thumb began circling your sensitive nub in small circles. Your walls clenched around his cock, your body overcome with pleasure.

“That feel good baby?” He asked, his voice broken as he looked up at you.

You could only nod while shaking with pleasure as he thrust into you and caressed your clit. The coil of pleasure at your core was building. Your nails dug into his shoulders and your heels dug into the mattress, as you clenched him impossibly tighter, your gummy walls a vice around his cock.

“Fu-fuck, Princess. Ju-just like that,” Jason moaned into the crook of your neck. He kissed along your neck, lightly biting at the skin to muffle his moans.

Someone could probably hear you out in the halls, but all the two of you could focus on was each other. The way your bodies spoke to each other and devoured one another effortlessly. How you two fit so perfectly together, like you were made for each other.

Jason looked up, catching your lips in a deep kiss, moaning into your mouth. When he pulled away from your lips, something in the way he looked at you made you lose all sense, the coil that had been tightening in your core finally snapped, and you came hard with a cry of his name. Your walls clamped around his cock, impossibly tighter as you came hard on his cock. Your juices covered his dick as he kept thrusting inside you, fucking your through the orgasm. His moans got louder, turning into whimpers as your gummy walls spasmed around his length. Your juices soaked his cock, drilling down his balls, and some covering his toned abdomen.

Your nails clawed at his back as his hand kept circling your clit and cock kept thrusting into you. “Jason,” You whined, tears slipping down your cheeks, “Jason, it’s too much” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

“Shh, I know baby, I know-fu-fuck. Just help me come, okay, Princess? Haah- make me cum, Princess.” His thrusts started to stutter as your walls continued to spasm around him in overstimulation. Your tears were falling freely now, so much pleasure overtaking all your senses. Jason looked down at you and something about seeing your beautiful face soaked in tears made him snap, finally spilling his warm seed inside your soaked cunt.

He moaned low in your ear, grinding his cock into you as he spilled every single drop of his cum inside you. Your hands anchored onto his hips, begging him to stop moving, it was just too much. Your legs were shaking, tears were falling down your cheeks, and your juices mixed with his cum were dripping down your pussy onto the sheets below you. It was just too much for you.

He stilled inside you and let his body crash over yours, both of you breathing heavily. “I’m sorry,” He murmured against your neck, leaving small pecks along your jaw, down your neck, and across your collarbones, “You felt so good, I couldn’t stop,” He said through breathy moans.

Your shaking hands caressed his back, “It’s ok, I liked it,” You let out weakly, body too spent to even talk.

“I’m glad. I missed this, I missed you,” He said, moving to look into your eyes. You held each others gaze while caressing each other lightly, both of your entirely spent.

“Let me get you cleaned up,” Jason spoke before slowly pulling out of you. Your mixed arousal slowly drilled down your pussy and onto the sheets, you’d have to clean that up before someone saw it. Jason walked into your bathroom and came back with a towel soaked in warm water. Gently he caressed your body, kissing your skin after every brush of the towel over it.

Afterwards you both lay together quietly. Huddled together under the covers, his strong arms wrapped around your body. Both of you breathing evenly, at peace in each others arms.

“Don’t ever leave for that long again,” You spoke quietly against his chest, mirroring your words from earlier in the night.

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” He replied, caressing your hair and kissing your forehead.

I don’t like this 😞 It’s ok I guess. Yk the drill this is NOT proofread.

Jason Todd save me.

If you liked this you should check out my Jester Dick Grayson x Princess Reader fic too.

Sigh, i’m tired guys.

I hope someone likes this at least a tiny bit, I can never be proud of anything I ever do so I think everything I do is mid or horrible but hopefully it’s all in my head.

[mayhemi]

munch!jason todd who spends every day, sometimes multiple times a day, positioned right between your legs. he truly believes that's where he belongs.

munch!jason todd who loves coming home after patrol and finding you curled up on the couch in nothing but panties and one of his oversized t-shirts.

he'll drop to his knees right in front of where you're sitting, taking hold of your calves to pull you closer to him, big hands already pulling at the waistband of your underwear.

munch!jason todd who once he gets you bare and sees your folds glistening with arousal, dives right in. licking and sucking at your puffy, swollen clit.

munch!jason todd who nearly creams his boxers when he hears your mewls and whines from him making out with your cunt.

munch!jason todd who can't shut the fuck up when he's eating you out.

"fuuuck baby-" he moans into your heat, "pretty pussy's s'wet for me..." he would ramble on and on about how much he loves this, if you didn't tug at his hair and shush him.

munch!jason todd who sticks two fingers in, scissoring you open while his mouth works tirelessly pleasing you.

"that feel good, huh?" he grins with a sort of pride, looking up at your fucked-out expression, "so fuckin' beautiful like this..." he's obsessed with the knowing that only he can make you feel this good.

munch!jason todd who ruts his hips against the couch the whole time, trying not to be selfish, but it's so hard, literally, when you're making all those pretty noises just for him.

munch!jason todd who can tell you're close before you even know it. when he feels your gummy walls fluttering and clenching around his fingers, and your breath get shallow, he knows all you need is a little encouragement.

"there you go, baby, you gonna cum for me?" he tilts his head, pulling his lips away you to speak, making you whine. he huffs a laugh and goes back down to suck at your clit harder than before, making you cry out.

"mhm... fuck- cum for me, sweet girl" he smiles into your cunt, relishing in the way you tighten impossibly around his fingers when you finally let go and cum with his name on your tongue.

munch!jason todd who licks you clean like your release is liquid gold, closing his eyes and focusing purely on how good you taste.

munch!jason todd who presses a soft kiss right on your sensitive bud when he's done cleaning you up, then gazing up at you with that whipped, lovesick look in his eyes.

munch!jason todd who has a very obvious wet patch on the front of his pants when he stands up. he flops down next to you on the couch and wraps his big arms around you, kissing the top of your head and holding you as you recover form your orgasm.

munch!jason todd who leans his head down to whisper sweetly to you, "you're jus' too good, baby"

© mayhemi | all rights reserved.

[madwcman]

jason todd x reader | a/n at the bottom!

tw: smut | MDNI 18+

“are you seriously with him, again?!” is the first thing you hear when you pick up your boyfriend, logan’s call. you can feel the irritation starting to swirl in your chest and the headache starting to form in your head. he always caused little fights when you were with jason.

you never ever got a break from his whiny complaints. ever. “yes, i’m with jay again. i told you—“

“i told you i don’t want you around that guy anymore!” logan cuts you off, he always did that. he never lets you explain or get a word in. and ‘that guy’ was your best friend, jason. you and jason have a long past together. you grew up together. jason was there for you through thick and thin.

jason was never not going to be a part of your life. your boyfriend hated that; he loathed jason.

your relationship with logan wasn’t always this bad. he started off sweet. he was attentive, caring, and charming, but once he realized how close you and jason were, his sweet, caring nature turned into jealousy and passiveness. logan started trying to control your life a few months after. it was exhausting.

“i’m just going over to his place with some friends. it’s not a big deal.“ you try to explain the situation again, but it wasn’t anything for him to worry about. you were just going to be with your friends. “i won’t even stay out late if that makes you happy?”

“be back by nine.” before you can even argue that this was your life and he’s not your boss, logan hangs up the phone.

‘what an asshole,’ you think with a soft sigh as you look down at your phone.

“what the fuck is his problem?” jason grunts, sitting in the driver’s seat of his car, looking through his phone before he starts the car.

lifting your head up, you’re met with jason’s grumpy scowl. you can’t help but smile a bit. “he doesn’t want me going over to your place.”

“why not?”

“you know why.” you grumble, your small smile gone as your phone vibrates. he’s spam texting you now… great!

“i probably shouldn’t go.” you murmur, feeling your phone continue to vibrate in your hand as you continue to stare at jason.

“what? no,” he gently takes your phone, setting it on silent. “don’t ditch me for your shitty boyfriend.” he smiles, feeling a bit too cocky. “besides, i know you like hanging out with me more.”

“in your dreams, jay.” you laugh, hitting his arm playfully. taking your phone back from jason, you set it in your back jean pocket. logan could wait.

besides, you were just with jason. he had nothing to worry about.

“yeah, in my dreams.” jason sighs softly as he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear. his green eyes stare into yours. you couldn’t help but lean into him and his touch.

“erm,” jason clears his throat, pulling away. he focuses back on starting his car. “so, you coming with me?”

“yeah.”

jason’s apartment buzzed with noise from your shared friend group, a group of people that always seem to have a great time and make you happy to be around. you wish you could enjoy and live in the moment, but with logan breathing down your neck about not being home on time and constantly texting you? it dampens your mood.

“hey, what’s wrong?” jason asks quietly, his breath tickling your ear. “what’s got you so quiet?” he quickly follows up with the question, noticing you’re not having the greatest time.

jason always pays attention. he hated how your boyfriend seemed to suck the life out of you. he hated logan, if you’d allowed him to beat the shit out of the guy, he’d definitely take the chance.

his green eyes watch as you shrug your shoulders and wave your phone. just as he suspected, your crap of a boyfriend. with a sigh, jason softly snatches the phone. “come on, let’s go somewhere quieter.”

you follow jason to his bedroom and flop onto his bed. you watch as he tosses your phone onto his dresser. he stands against the dresser, his green eyes trained on you. “i don’t know why you’re still with that guy.”

“i don’t know either.” you admit, rubbing your face in frustration.

“you deserve someone better.”

“yeah, like who?”

“i don’t know,” jason pushes off his dresser, taking a seat next to you on his bed. “someone who actually knows how incredibly stunning you are, and how smart you can be. someone who doesn’t put you down and then keeps pushing.”

“you think i’m stunning and smart?” you look up into his eyes, your stomach flipping over.

“of course i do, i’ve always thought that way about you.” jason mutters, his body leaning closer to yours, as if you’re physically pulling him to you.

“really?”

he nods, his hands cupping around your face. “can i prove it to you?”

you softly nod your head, leaning in closer to him. jason presses his lips onto yours, his hands grabbing onto your hips and pulling you into his lap. he wants more of you. he can’t help but be greedy for your touch and attention.

your body melts into his touch. it wasn’t weird or awkward, it felt normal, comfortable— you always felt comfortable with jason.

feeling slightly bolder, you move your hips directly onto jason’s thigh. feeling a shiver go down your back, you move your hips a little faster.

“just like that, baby.” jason murmurs against your lips, his hands helping you guide your movements. “does it feel good, babe?”

“i bet it does.” he continues to move yourself for you. then he stops his movements, his next words clear.

“lay on the bed.”

you lay yourself down on his bed as you watch him stand up and walk over to the edge of the bed. hie eyes look down at you like he was hungry.

“spread your legs for me, pretty girl.” he commanded gently, lowering himself to his knees in front of you.

“jay, you don’t have to—“

“don’t have to?”

“i mean, i know guys don’t really like to do this.”

jason blinks at you, he’s looking at you as if you said the most idiotic thing to him, which you might have. “is that what that idiot told you, baby?”

you nod as you watch jason’s strong hands spread your legs further apart as he leans closer between your legs.

“go figure, he’s a fuckin’ loser.” jason grumbles. his fingers slip under the fabric of your panties, pulling them down gently.

his thumb makes contact with your clit, his thumb moving teasingly slow, he wants to make this good for you.

“you ever this wet for him?” jason taunts, his finger spreading your wetness before prodding his thick finger into you. and then another. your body burns, you’ve never felt this way before. you couldn’t think straight. “i’m talking to you, baby.”

jason removes his fingers from your sweet cunt and offers them to your mouth. opening your mouth, you suck on his fingers. “good girl, you listen so well.”

his praise warms your chest, it’s refreshing hearing nice things compared to the nasty comments you constantly hear from logan. it was nice.

removing his fingers from your mouth, you watch as jason’s hands move each of your thighs onto his broad shoulders.

“i need you to know, this is entirely for my pleasure.”

without warning, he leans down, stuffing his head between your thighs. nipping, sucking and, licking so hard your eyes roll back.

feeling amazing, you push your hips, trying to chase after jason’s tongue. you needed more; it felt too good. so good you feel you could explode. you physically needed more of jason.

jason nips at you, warning you to stay still, his hands clamp down on your hips, keeping you where he wants you.

turning you into a whimpering mess, jason continues to thrust his tongue into you, rolling his hips into the edge of his bed.

“jay—“ you cry out, your core tightening and vision blurs as you come onto jason’s tongue. your fingers dig into jason’s sheets, feeling the need to hold onto something.

“fuck.” jason groans as he stands. through blurry vision, your eyes focus on the wet spot of jason’s jeans. you don’t say a word as he wipes his jaw with his hand. looking up at jason, you still see his ambition. he’s gotten a taste, and now he wants more.

a/n: strictly for my bff @jennasaaron ♡

[starl1ghtgr4yson]

FIRST WORDS

Summary: Roy and your boyfriend, Jason babysit your little sister. One things leads to another and her first word ends up being fuck.

Warnings: light swearing, fluff, mentions of sex? Jason is put on a sex ban.

Jason Todd had survived the Lazarus Pit, beaten the Joker to a pulp, and carved out his own territory in Gotham’s most brutal neighborhoods. He didn’t sweat. He didn’t get flustered.

But right now, he was sitting on your living room floor, staring at your fourteen-month-old sister, Lily, with a look of intense, quiet calculation, and panic.

Across from him, Roy Harper was leaned back against your couch, lazily tossing a rogue plastic wheel from a toy train up in the air and catching it. He looked entirely relaxed, save for the slight tightness around his eyes.

"If she repeats it to YN, I'm telling her it was you," Jason said, his voice a low, gritty rumble. He didn't look up from Lily, who was currently trying to fit a plastic cup over her entire face.

"Hey, I didn't tell you to leave your gear bag right where I could trip over it," Roy countered smoothly, catching the wheel with a snap of his fingers. "I stubbed my toe on a literal grapple gun, Jay. The reaction was involuntary."

"Your reaction was shouting the word fuck loud enough for the neighbour’s baby to learn it as well," Jason muttered, finally reaching out to gently tilt the plastic cup off Lily's face so she could breathe. "She’s a kid. They're like little audio recorders."

"So we reprogram her," Roy shrugged, completely unbothered. "Hey, kid. Say cheese. Or shoe. Say something with a nice, sharp consonant."

Lily blinked her big eyes at Roy, took a deep breath, and let out a soft, garbled, "Fu—"

The front door lock clicked.

Instantly, the casual atmosphere vanished. Jason didn't scramble, but his posture went completely rigid, his shoulders locking into a combat-ready stance as he stood up. Roy’s eyes darted to the window, his hand instinctively dropping toward his hip out of pure muscle memory before he remembered he wasn't wearing his quiver.

You walked into the apartment, setting a bag of groceries on the counter. "Hey. Sorry it took so long, the cashier was—"

You paused, looking at the living room. Jason was standing completely still in the center of the rug. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his dark hoodie, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on you with an intense, unblinking focus. He looked exactly the way he did when he was trying to scope out an ambush. You blinked, looking at his stiff posture, then over at Roy, who was suddenly very invested in staring at the kitchen tile. Slowly, you set your keys down on the counter. You crossed your arms, leaning your weight against the kitchen island, and let out a tired sigh.

"Okay, Jason," you said, your tone dropping into a deadpan, entirely unimpressed register. "Who’d you kill now?"

Jason’s eyebrows shot up. "Wow. First of all, that’s offensive. Do you have no faith in me? Second of all, I haven't cracked a skull in at least seventy-two hours. I've been a model citizen."

"Then why do you look like you're waiting for the GCPD to breach the perimeter?" you asked, walking into the living room and kneeling down to pick up Lily. She instantly wrapped her chubby arms around your neck. "You only look like that when you've done something I’m going to be mad about."

"I haven't done anything," Jason said. He stepped closer, his large frame easily casting a shadow over you as he reached out to tweak Lily’s foot. "We’ve just been hanging out. Right, kid? Being quiet."

"Extremely quiet," Roy chimed in, leaning his shoulders back against the counter and crossing his arms with a highly amused smirk. "A couple of perfect gentlemen."

You narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend. You knew Jason. You knew the exact subtle shift in his shoulders when he was hiding something from you. "Jason. Talk."

Lily, sensing the tension, pulled away from your neck. She looked down at Jason, pointed a tiny, accusatory finger right at his chest, and proudly cheered: "Fuccckkkk."

The apartment went dead silent. You stood entirely still, holding your sister, your jaw slightly slack. You slowly turned your head to look at Jason. The fearsome Red Hood looked at you, his dark eyes completely blank for a fraction of a second before he rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a low, defeated sigh.

"Roy stepped on a grapple gun," Jason confessed, his voice rough and completely devoid of his usual sarcastic bite. "He yelled it. I yelled at him for yelling it. She... picked it up. She’s got good diction, I’ll give her that."

"Her first word, Jason," you said, your voice dangerous in its quietness. "My mother is coming over tomorrow to pick her up, and her first word is a Gotham street curse."

"Look, I'll handle it," Jason said, stepping in close and trying to wrap his large, warm hands around your waist. He attempted to pull you and Lily flush against his chest, using his weight to ground you, his chin resting against your shoulder. "I'll read her the dictionary. I'll pay for her college. I'll make sure her second word is 'love’ or ‘peace’' Just don't give me the silent treatment."

"Oh, you're not getting the silent treatment, Jay," you said sweetly, patting his cheek with your free hand as you firmly stepped out of his grip. "But you are officially put on a sex ban. No touching, no kissing, and absolutely nothing else. For the next three weeks."

Jason’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening as he stared at you. He didn't whine, but his voice took on a flat, disbelieving edge. "Three weeks? For a slip of the tongue from a guy who doesn't even live here?"

From the counter, Roy let out a low, sharp whistle, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face. He shook his head, looking at Jason with a mix of genuine pity and amusement. "Damn. Three weeks in the penalty box?"

Jason snapped his head around, glaring a literal hole into Roy's face. "Shut up, Harper, or I'm throwing you out the window”.

Roy raised his hands offensively, though his tone was dripping with sarcastic satisfaction. "Just saying. Sucks to be you, man. I'm gonna go before she decides to ban me from the safehouse, too." He snagged his jacket from the chair and finally made his exit, the door clicking shut behind him.

"Three weeks," Jason muttered back to you, his attention laser-focusing back on your face. The tough guy facade completely broke. He stepped right back into your space, his broad shoulders slouching as he looked down at you from under his dark lashes, his voice dropping into a rough, desperate plea. "Babe. Come on. Please. Three weeks is cruel and unusual punishment. I’m gonna lose my mind."

"You should've thought about that before you let Roy bring his gear bag in here," you said smoothly, bypassing him to set Lily down in her playpen.

Jason followed you like a dark, brooding shadow, completely shameless now. His large hands gripped his own pockets to keep from breaking the rules on day one, but he leaned his forehead down against your shoulder, letting out a low, pathetic sound that was dangerously close to a whine.

"I’ll muzzle him next time," Jason whispered, his breath hot against your neck as he begged. "I’ll ban him from the state. I’ll clean the whole apartment, I'll cook every meal, I'll read her the entire encyclopedia. Please, sweetheart. Just a kiss. Give me something before I go out on patrol tonight. Don't leave me in the penalty box."

You looked at him, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. The fearsome Red Hood was completely at your mercy, and you were going to enjoy every second of it.

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[beafond]

Jason Todd would absolutely pay for your nails. Not just because he liked the way they looked—though god, he did—but because it was his money, his treat, and if anyone so much as suggested you shouldn’t, he’d laugh in their face before flipping them off. He’d let you drag to the salon, slouching in the chair beside you like a bored prince, scrolling through his phone with one boot propped on his knee. But then he’d glance up, catch the way the light hit the fresh gloss on your nails, and suddenly he’s leaning in, voice low. “That one. The dark red. Like blood.” And when you raised an eyebrow, he’d smirk, all teeth. “What? It’s hot.”

He liked your hands on him. Everywhere. The way your fingers curled around his cock, nails biting just enough to make him hiss; the way they tangled in his hair when he was between your thighs, his name a prayer on your lips; the way they scraped down his back when he was inside you, leaving half-moon imprints he’d trace later in the mirror with a grin.

His favorite, though, was the way they scraped. Not hard—just enough. The light drag of your nails over his scalp when you were half-asleep, your fingers splayed in his hair like you were anchoring him to the earth. He’d go boneless under your touch, all that restless energy finally still, his breath warm against your collarbone. You could feel the moment he gave in, the way his muscles loosened, the way his weight settled over you like a second skin.

That’s how you found yourselves now: him sprawled across you on the couch, one of your hands fisted in his hair, the other slipped under his shirt, tracing the ridges of his spine. He was limp, completely out of it, his face buried in your neck like he was trying to breathe you in. You, meanwhile, were rambling, because of course you were.

"And get this," you muttered, your voice muffled against his hair, "when they’re playing against each other years later, Patrick does the serve Art does. And Art immediately knows. Like, his whole face just—" You pulled your hand from his hair to mime an explosion. "—because he recognizes it."

Jason made a sleepy, incoherent noise. "How?"

You rolled your eyes so hard it should’ve been audible. "I told you this. You weren’t listening."

"Was listening," he mumbled, but his voice was thick, his words slurring together. "Just… don’t get tennis."

"It’s not about tennis," you scoffed, giving his hair a sharp tug. He hissed, but didn’t move—just pressed closer, like he was daring you to do it again. "It’s about the subtext. The way they’re all lying to themselves. Art thinks he’s finally won Tashi over, Patrick thinks he’s over Art, Tashi’s just… there, smirking like she’s already won everything in life when really all she ever wanted was to play. But that was taken from her. Because of the injury. "

Jason went quiet for a long moment. You could feel the gears turning in his head, slow and reluctant, like a rusted engine. Then, with a sigh that ruffled your hair: "Sounds like a bunch of people making bad decisions over a game they take too seriously."

You laughed, because of course that’s what he’d take from it. "It’s about love and competition and—"

"Scratch." His voice was suddenly sharp, his head lifting just enough that his breath ghosted over your pulse point. His fingers found your wrist, guiding your nails back into his hair, pressing down. "You’re not scratching hard enough."

And just like that, the conversation was over. Because Jason Todd had the attention span of a goldfish and the focus of a predator, and right now, all he wanted was the sting of your nails.

"Jason, I was talking. "

"Mhm." His teeth grazed your throat. "Talk, then."

You huffed, but your fingers curled tighter in his hair anyway.

© 𝕭𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐃. 2026 all rights reserved. Do not copy, repost, plagiarize, translate or feed any of my work into ai.

[hauntedhouseofhorrors]

Absolutely love your writing and idk if you 're taking reqs rn, but jason todd who loves to play with reader's hair or taking care of it—like massaging hair oils on reader's scalp! I imagine reader's hair would atleast be shoulder length? Please and thank you🩷🩷

i’m sorry for getting back to you so late!! but i’ll definitely be working on that <3

these requests are making me so happy 🥹

[jtoddsbaby]

bf!jason todd headcannons

IN WHICH... jason is your boyfie :)

warnings: smut, fluff, f!reader, cussing

bf!jason todd who spends his free nights sat in your shared bed, with pride and prejudice in hand, blue-light glasses perched on his nose, and—most importantly—you sat in his lap. he loves to read his novels with his pretty lady curled against him.

bf!jason todd who climbs in through the window after patrol and immediately seeks you out, sprawling out atop of you. he doesn't even bother taking his suit off—he just whines softly, reaches for your hand, and shoves it into his hair.

bf!jason todd whose favorite position is either mating press or doggy. on one hand, he loves to have your legs thrown over his shoulders as he pounds into you, looking into your pretty eyes, seeing drool spill from your mouth. on the other hand, he also loves to see the deep, pretty arch of your back as your face is smushed into the mattress—loves to see the jiggle of your ass as his hips slap against yours.

bf!jason todd who always twirls your hair around his finger while you rant to him. his eyes never leave yours, attention never drifts away from the words pouring from your pretty mouth.

bf!jason todd who def whimpers and cries when he cums, especially if its inside of you. his broken past makes intimacy a sacred thing to him; he feels so incredibly safe and loved when you're making love that he can't help but whine as he releases.

bf!jason todd who practically eats your face when you make out. his head is tilted at such a deep angle so he can reach the deepest depths of your mouth. his long tongue? down your throat. his lips slide lewdly against yours, and he lets out the softest little grunts and groans. his hand grips your throat firmly—not so hard that you can't breathe, but enough to remind you that he's there, in the flesh. his other hand rests on your ass. he's a very messy kisser too—lots of spit, everywhere.

bf!jason todd who calls you all kinds of sweet little names. darling, babygirl, baby, love, sweet girl, mama, ma, lovie, you name it. how can he not come up with the most loving titles for his favorite girl?

bf!jason todd who can never keep his hands off you. he's always feeling you up, groping you everywhere. just woke up? he's engulfing you in a cuddle, hands sliding down your back and squeezing your ass. showering? his slick, soapy hands can't help but paw at your tits as you face away from him, rinsing your hair.

bf!jason todd who can be such a cuddly dog when he's at home with you. big body being spooned by you as you guys watch TV, head in your lap when you're reading, chest pressed to yours as he nestles his head in the crook of your shoulder, eager to hear you lull him to sleep with sweet nothings in his ear.

bf!jason todd who's 8 inches long and thick with a little bit of left curve.

[thbbie]

suggestive — post orgasm fluff w jason todd

the air in your shared room is still warm and thick as you both come down. jason collapses to your side, his sweat slicked chest rising and falling with each heavy breath and you can almost feel yours becoming short again.

there's a pretty smile spread on his lips and a soft dusting of rouge on the apples of his cheeks and the tip of his nose when he turns to look at you, dark curls framing his his face. "hi you"

a smile, toothy and sweet, mirroring his own breaks out on your lips, "hi jason" he looks to be glowing, soft around the edges and your heart can't help but fill with fondness.

gentle heat radiates from your flushed skin while exhaustion pulls at your eyelids making them feel too heavy to hold open. he turns to lay on his side, one hand tucked under his head as the other traces along your arm in a feather light touch. it's quite for some time. both of you content in laying together in comfortable silence when a question forms in the back of your mind and travels down to sit on the edge of your tongue, itching to be asked —

"what's your favourite part of my body?"

jason raises an eyebrow, an expression between a deadpan and genuine confusion on his face (or perhaps it was concern that he failed to make you feel just how dear to him all of you was just a few comments earlier.) kissed bitten lips part to answer your question with an answer but you quickly cut him off with a short playful roll of your eyes.

"i know you like my body jason. clearly" taking a moment to gesture to the blooming hickies and faint bite marks that adorn you, "that wasn't the question"

it takes a second for jason to respond, the question (and reassurance of your satisfaction) settling. jason was quick and witty and often sharp tongued with others, but with you he always took a moment. as if to savour each word you offer him, and to allow himself a chance at stringing together an adequate response.

shifting his body, jason positions himself on the arm that had been tucked beneath his head leaning his weight on it while the other takes your left hand, pressing a kiss to your palm before sliding his fingers along it to interlock with yours. "i like your hands." he says it simply, eyes locked on onto your heavy lidded ones and almost immediately you feel much more awake.

he descends, pressing another kiss that lingers a little longer to your hips and making his way up wards. "i like your hips. i like this soft part of your tummy." his lips brushing the plump skin below your navel. warm kisses climb higher up your body, and he presses a kiss below your chest where the soft flesh meets your ribs. "i like you here," you can feel a smile forming, mischievous. his tongue peeks out, licking a short stripe before continuing, "especially after a long day before you get to shower and you smell fucking delici-"

your free hand threads through soft curls in attempt to tug him away. "jason stop. ew" there is no urgency in your voice. he take your other wrist in the same hand, shadow of his grin lingering in his lips as he's pressing a kiss to your pulse point, "i like your wrists too"

butterflies erupt in your stomach, your drowsiness long forgotten. "okay! thank you jason that's- thats enough" you hope your face doesn't look as hot as it feels.

"mm, i don't think so. i'm not close to being done with you sweetheart. just like that — lay back for me. let me show you the rest of my favourite parts of you "

[gothyanime]

Boyfriend imagines

Tw: Smut

Boyfriend whos utterly desperate for his girlfriend.

Boyfriend with an intense Breeding kink

Boyfriend who, instead of judges you, takes time to make you feel special 

Boyfriend who, instead of saying he loves you, shows you how much he loves you

Boyfriend who thrusts into you hard and deep while he cradles your face and tells you how much he loves you

Boyfriend who kisses you softly while running his fingers through your hair, keeping the other on your hip as he angles them and hits your sweet spot even better than before

Boyfriend who bottoms out inside you and grinds against your body, pushing down on your tummy so you can really feel him

"I'm right here, baby...u feel that?  That's how much I love you"

Boyfriend who groans out declarations of love and how he'll fuck a baby into you, even if it's hes not serious, even if he knows you cant

Boyfriend who cant take it anymore, he pulls out all the way to the tip before slamming into you, earning a scream from you as he fucks you slow and deep

Boyfriend' whos thrusts become erratic after a few minutes, you were just so beautiful he couldn't help himself, he had to cum

Boyfriend whose hips stutter as he releases his fat load into you, painting your walls white before he collapses on top of you

"Fuck... You're so good to me..."

Boyfriend who kisses you sweetly before pulling away and having you straddle his torso

Boyfriend who cuddles with you and quickly falls asleep after<3

[hauntedhouseofhorrors]

in honor of my dumbass wishing my situationship a happy father’s day, this feels highly deserved 🤭

[hauntedhouseofhorrors]

push and pull ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ jason todd x supe!reader

word count: 1.4k+

warnings: emotional intimacy/vulnerability, not extremely detailed/accurate to emma frost's powers...sorry lmao i tried 😭, physical wounds, mentions of fixing up wounds, jason yells at reader, avoidant attachment, jason's mean to himself lmao, mild language

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based on this request! * note that jason's internal monologue is italicized since the reader does have telepathic powers.

he's hyper-independent, avoidant. you're...not.

you quite literally see right through him.

it's a recipe for disaster.

yet, the ocean always comes back to kiss the shoreline even after it's been turned away time and time again, right?

you're independent, yes, but you lack the fear that's sewn itself into every fiber of jason's being when it comes to letting anyone in. maybe your powers get to your head, make you more resilient, but you absolutely refused to walk away from him.

you show up in every little way that you can ― staying up late well into the night to make sure that he comes back to you unscathed, plating his dinner the second his contact photo starts inching closer to your apartment. when he does come home with a gash along his ribcage or a still-developing bruise along his nose or lip, you're there.

you never leave, never flinch. and you never think twice.

you're in the shadows of the kitchen, quietly hovering to gauge the severity of his pain.

"jay?"

your voice comes out softer than the echo of a pin dropping.

and the way his back tenses, breathing deeply before he continues to act like you're not there, chips away at you. but this isn't new. why are you upset?

i can't let her see me like this.

"you're bleeding," you mumble.

no shit.

"i'm fine," he speaks through gritted teeth, fingers trembling as he struggles to remove his gear. "go to bed."

"jay-"

"i got i-" he goes to whip around and face you, but he cuts himself off with a sharp hiss, clutching his wound.

you're at his side in a matter of seconds, disregarding his protests.

fucking idiot! why'd you do that?

you bite back a grin, genuinely sympathizing with him as he tries to conquer the pain.

"i got you, c'mon."

your fingers are nimble, removing his gear with ease. you fight the intensity of his gaze, merely feeling his eyes burning holes into your face. each layer of protective wear that's removed unveils a different level of vulnerability.

it scares him.

she's so fucking beautiful.

"i can take care of myself," he mutters, grimacing once he feels the wet drag of his bloodied t-shirt trailing further up his torso. "i don't need you to do this for me."

"i know."

it's simple, but the weight of it lingers.

you never ask why he's afraid to cross that line, to put a label on whatever your relationship is, because having him in your life as something is better than nothing.

he's damaged. you mend things back together. he insists day and night that you leave, find someone worth pouring yourself into, and not waste yourself on gotham's scraps.

but you're so stubborn, and maybe that's why he fell in love with you in the first place.

after properly tightening the stitch across his wound, the thread cuts with a soft pop. you hadn't even realized you were sitting in complete silence, only your breaths meshing as you focused on sewing him up.

"don't do anything strenuous for a few days, and it should heal fine," you murmur, gently rubbing an ointment along the suture.

ow.

the warmth of your fingertips somehow sets his skin ablaze even further.

don't leave me.

the words almost slip from his mouth, but he catches himself. when you pull back, he remembers to blink, scoffing to himself.

"you do know what i do for a living, right?"

there's no teasing lilt to his voice, so you barely register the faint grin playing at his lips. when you lock eyes, you sigh, your own lips curving into a smile.

"yes, jason. i'm well aware that you're incapable of remaining stagnant. but the less you strain your body, the faster it'll heal."

you direct him to stay still, and it's honestly a goddamn miracle. the man listens to nobody.

nobody but you.

your hands smooth the plaster over his wound ― ever so carefully. you're treating him like he's a glass ornament, afraid to break him with just one wrong move.

you lick your lips and your breath ghosts over the exposed skin of his abdomen, causing him to visibly tense.

as if your hands on him weren't already enough, the proximity was just about dangling him right at the edge. your scent, the quiet noises you make out of frustration when your things aren't cooperating, and most of all, the way your breath softly hits his skin makes his brain spiral.

he knows that you know about every single thought, coherent or not, jogging his mind. he can't hide from you even when he wants to.

when you hold up the bandage roll, he groans, clutching his side almost instantly. you reach for him without thinking, your hand slotting itself over his.

his eyes squeeze shut in complete pain. he can't even muster the energy to tell you to get off of him because you're all he needs right now.

his hand slips from under yours, pressing yours even deeper into his side with both hands applying pressure.

"i'll be as fast as i can," you whisper, heart panging at the sight of him being in so much pain. "i'll bandage you up, then give you some painkillers, make you a warm cup of tea-"

"God, fuck! i don't need the painkillers or tea! just hurry up," his voice cracks, gripping your hand even tighter before his eyes find yours.

he notices the way your face falls, and you go back to quietly working, prying your hand from his grasp.

shit.

he knows he fucked up.

"i'm sorry," he murmurs.

"no worries," you respond dryly, nibbling the inside of your cheek as you begin to wrap the bandage around his torso.

his eyes try to catch yours again, but you spare him not even a glance. his thoughts are rather amusing to you, but they do nothing to subdue the ache in your heart.

such a dumbass. great. now she won't even look at me.

you tuck the loose end into a fold, patting his skin with less tenderness than before. he barely winces, glaring up at you.

"all done," you mumble, packing your things away in a jiffy.

just as you swing on your heels to go to bed, his hand is warm on your bicep, keeping you there. he pulls you, effortlessly, into the space between his legs. even sitting on the tiny stool by your island, he towered over you.

"i'm sorry," he speaks earnestly, features mimicking his emotion. "i shouldn't have lashed out at you."

tell her how you feel, you imbecile.

you try to leave, run from it now because you know you'll end up saying something you'll regret.

"it's whatever, jason," you shake your head. "don't make it a big deal."

he sighs, squeezing his eyes shut before he loses his temper again.

it's now or never.

"it's not whatever. i'm tired of making you feel like shit, tired of hurting you."

i love you.

your eyes are soft when they find his, eyebrows furrowing. he shakes his head, knowing he can't back out of this one.

"don't look at me like that," he almost pleads, a wet laugh escaping his chest.

"jay-"

"i do love you. it's just too fuckin' scary," his voice mimics his posture as his forehead drops to meet yours, eyes falling shut.

i don't want to lose you.

your hands finally settle over his arms, gently running down the expanse of them. your lips are gentle on the arch of his brow, carefully pecking the fresh cut adorning his fair skin.

"and i love you, jay, but i'm not going anywhere. this doesn't have to be so scary."

when he pulls back for a second, his eyes glimmer up at you like you've individually hung each star in the solar system for him.

he doesn't speak, just moving one hand to hold your face in his large, calloused palm. his thumb smooths over your cheek with a reverence that brings tears to your eyes.

he's really trying to grasp onto the moment, to figure out how you're even real and why you'd willingly choose to spend your precious time on him.

but you have the rest of your lives to figure that out. you'd spend forever explaining it to him, so long as he finally understood how much he was loved as long as he had you.

a/n: i had this in my drafts for like a month and i got a request that tied perfectly into this!! so thank you anon for helping a girl finally finish this 😭🫶🏼 i also threw my fav quote in there bc it just felt right :b

[finco99]

I--hmmm, way to go me for relating more with the emotional constipation than the mature one 😭

[hauntedhouseofhorrors]

it gets the best of us 😭😭

[chrisssiren]

「 ✦ 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒅.ᐟ𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 ✦ 」

Matt’s chest heaves with soft gasps and hitched breaths, his pretty pink lips parted slightly and glistening with your saliva and his own. His hair is a mess atop his head and his glasses sit crooked on his nose from the kiss you’d shared just minutes prior.

He’s clutching onto the sheets beside his hips, knuckles already gone white, glazed over eyes glued to the way your hips move against his own. The sight of his dick glistening with your wetness and the way your pretty little pussy is stretched around his shaft is enough to make his face heat up.

The loud, wet squelches your pussy is making every time you slam down on his cock is pure filth—And the lewd noises coming out of your mouth threatens to unravel Matt for the third time tonight.

You’d already made him come once with your mouth and once with your hands. All because you wanted to “thank” him for helping you pass your exams.

And Matt—oh-so-naive Matt—didn’t think you’d actually start riding him. He was too sensitive for Christ’s sake. And well, you’d obviously thought about stopping when you saw the way his hips squirmed away from your hand rather than towards it after his second orgasm, but how could you have stopped when he was still hard as a rock even after coming twice?

Plus, your pussy was already craving Matt the moment you saw him in the campus library this morning with his blue striped shirt all buttoned up to the very top and his glasses perched so innocently on his perfect nose.

But it’s not like Matt’s complaining about you riding him though. Well, not really. He’s just too sensitive right now and he doesn’t know if he can handle the way your greedy pussy is squeezing and massaging his cock with your warm, wet walls.

Overstimulation claws at his core and his balls pulse and draw tight as his face scrunches up in both discomfort and immense pleasure. The pleasure he’s feeling is so great that it’s starting to feel painful—but in the best way possible.

"W-wait-- Oh, God-" Matt gasps out, his words dissolving into strings of whimpers and barely coherent pleas for you to stop and keep going at the same time. He can barely register the fact that his glasses are sliding down his nose due to the sheen of sweat covering his whole body.

A breathy moan leaves his lips when you start moving faster, his eyes rolling back briefly at the pleasure shooting up his spine. "F-fuck- You’re- you’re so good—mmhn-fu-fuck—i can’t-!" Matt babbles, a shaky hand reaching up to slide his glasses back up his nose so he can see the pretty expressions on your face more clearly.

And God, he shouldn’t have.

Because the look on your face broke the last bit of his composure and Matt was coming faster than he could even warn you, his hands landing on your hips to grip them tightly as his hips bucked desperately against yours.

You giggle breathlessly when you feel his warm cum flooding your insides and hear the whiny sounds falling from his lips as he tries to come down from his high. He thought you’d definitely stop now, but to Matt’s dismay, you don’t stop moving. Your pussy milk his poor overstimulated cock for all its worth as you chase after your own peak—and he doesn’t try to stop you.

To be honest, he might get addicted to this.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟎.𝟓 𝒌 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

› this was requested by anon and omg the way my eyes lit up when i saw that in my inbox 😛 you guys know me sooo well ily

[sirenstags]

new matt blurb

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[kill3ill]

mean men pt iv — 18+

mean man who makes you stay the night after you come over to hook up in his apartment, and in the morning, instead of waking you up to try and get you on your way as soon as possible, slinks down under the sheets to finger your pussy, still raw and puffy from last night.

you're dozing as his hand slips between your thighs, thick fingers prying at your lips to drag through the sticky remnants of last night, smearing it across your folds. stirring, you attempt to curl away from the unexpected stimulation, but his palm lands firmly on your mound to make your juices splatter and your body to jolt upright.

"none of that." he says warningly, spreading you again with two fingers. “y'already stretched out for me, what’s the point in hiding now?” his thumb presses down cruelly on your swollen clit, rubbing lazy circles while his other fingers part you nice and wide for him.

two fingers sink inside you without warning, all the way to the knuckle. you gasp at the stretch, walls clenching around him as he tugs them back out slowly just to watch strings of slick web between your folds. "see?" he shoves them back in roughly. "pussy's begging to be filled, even first thing in the morning."

he spits directly onto your pussy, mixing with your leftover cum before he drives his fingers harder. he bends down under the sheet, nose pressed into your thigh as he watches his fingers piston in and out. "fucked you full last night, left you leaking all over my sheets, and still…" he crooks his fingers just right, and your hips jerk up with a loud moan.

your cunt gushes around his hand, leaking down your ass and soaking into the sheets beneath. not stopping, he shoves in deeper, fucking his hand inside you. he keeps his face close, eyes locked on your sloppy hole stretching around him.

"filthy." he scoffs, twisting his wrist so his fingers twisting deeper inside you. "i should drag you into the bathroom and bend you over the sink, let you watch how dumb your face looks when you squirt all over my hand."

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