jason is about to start going on his diet to reveal the muscles he’d been meticulously building for months. just hiding beneath a layer of delicious pudge you loved dearly.
but secretly, you don’t want him to.
you’d miss the warmth that his body radiates off of him and how secure you felt in his arms at night. how soft his chest was with the extra cushion he’d had, though you loved how strong he felt beneath it all too. or how good he looked in the morning when he’d stretch, and his shirt would raise enough for you to get a look of his abdomen and the happy trail leading to—
“you’re staring again,” he says, snapping you out of it.
“sorry, can’t help it,” sighing as you sit up on your bed, comforter gripped tight in your hands. “i am enjoying the show.”
he makes the same face he always makes, the one that pretends that he’s annoyed but you both know he’s not.
slowly, his resolve crumbles and a smirk emerges as he walks back towards the bed. his hand extends towards you to catch your wrist, fingers wrapping effortlessly around and tugging it up toward his lips. he kisses the back of your hand and stares at you through his half lidded eyes, the whole time.
when you decide you wanted to go to the gym with him, you end up gawking at him the whole time. jason’s got the barbell over his head and benching at least six plates on either side. groaning at the last couple reps while you stand by the mirror ahead of him, dumbbell in your hand doing the worlds slowest bulgarian split squats.
after he wiped his sweat, you notice his gaze on you this time. he moves closer with some of his own dumbbells and his presence looms over you like a protective shield. it wasn’t even leg day for him, but he always stays near you like a human barrier. jason starts to work in with you, the weight in his arms a ridiculous size and amount that it looked difficult to carry. but jason didn’t look like he was struggling at all.
“hmm, like this baby.” he coos from behind you. one of his hands slipping to your thigh and the other beneath your elbow. “breathe a little deeper and drive your knees out.”
then he sets up the smith machine with no hesitation, lifting up the plates and putting them on the bar for you. he encourages you to lift heavier, says he knows you can do a little more than that. from behind you, his hard body was unmistakable, pressing against your ass. he groans when you make a movement. his warm breath by your ear was entirely distracting but you did your reps, finished your sets, and stole glances at him through the mirror only to find him already staring. you bite your lip to contain yourself, but what the fuck is the use anyway?
“see something you like?” he asks when he catches you for the nth time, shit eating grin plastered on his perfect face.
you barely make it to the change room.
tugging on the drawstrings of his sweatpants while he moans lowly into your mouth. he shuts the door with one arm while the other holds you up against him. he knows you don’t like to touch communal spaces, no matter how clean your gym may be. so jason holds you up against him, pulling your weight back into him over and over. moving your hips until you’re grinding back against him while his hands on your hips keep you firmly planted there. though he second guesses himself still and he watches you intensely.
“are you sure you’re good ma? we can go home.”
you shake your head vigorously, tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck to bring his mouth closer to yours. “i’m not waiting jay.”
when you fucked like this, it was an out of body experience.
mostly because jason held your weight and his own like no problem and there was nothing to dwell on but how it felt. he places a large palm over your mouth when he guides his length through your soaked folds. dragging it up and teasing before pushing inside like he belonged. he let you moan into his hand and watched your eyes roll back in your skull. he shushes you by your ear.
“i know baby, i know.” groaning out quietly as he prods to fit himself in. “fuck— you’re so tight.”
tears prickling at your eyes already, you shake your head slowly while his hips make slow circling movements. “it’s cause you’re so big.”
jason smiles wide, hips thrusting a little meaner as he watches you try grind back against him, but still not to the hilt yet. “yeah? i’m big? but you like that shit don’t you?”
you’re nodding through the haze of pleasure, nails gripping his back as he continue fucking you through it slowly. not even fully inside, giving half just to pull it away. like being manhandled in the gentlest way possible. his strength unmatched and his body intentional, grinding his hips back into you over and over just feeding a few inches before taking it away. waiting to see you whisper in his ear that you need more, desperation evident.
then he waits until he sees the tears by your eyes start to dissipate before he gives you anymore. feeding another inch inside you, his eyes dropping to watch him splitting you open. but even after taking him before this, you weren’t used to his size.
“jay, it’s too much.” you gasp out, the feeling overwhelming. “it won’t fit.” too much and not enough at the same time.
“you’ve done this before ma.” jason tsks, “and said you could handle it. so you can take it hmm?”
his voice deliciously sensual already. you cave immediately. your lip trembles and you nod to let him continue. immediately you moan out loud enough for someone to hear and jason clasps his palm right over your mouth again. but he doesn’t coo you through it, his eyes stay piercing yourself and his rhythm picks up and pushes himself deeper. choking on his own spit at how you felt around around him but his hold on you remained tight. he stays buried for a minute to stare at you, watch you catch your breath and adjust to his size.
“can you move please?” you’ll ask breathlessly and he’ll shake his head.
“remember what i said baby. deep breaths.” mimicking what he meant, he watches you. breathing deep and letting it out harshly. when you copy him he smiles. “there you go ma.”
then he shifts his hips again and you lose your train of thought. more intense than it usually is, every movement he makes feels like it drags through you. like you’re pulsating around him and he purposefully continues. but his hands still on your mouth when he realizes that you’re close and he pushes further like he could reach the depths of you. kissing your cervix effortlessly while he turns your head to bite at his shoulder. cause it only felt like the good kind of pain, he’d say.
jason would feel his high approaching and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, reminding you how much he loves you like he wasn’t taking you apart without breaking a sweat, yet. his flush tip with the perfect curve, hitting sweet spots everytime. it was a good idea to make you bite down on something.
groaning into your hair, he lifts you sloppily up and down on him, creating the perfect friction. he almost whines when you clamp around him and whisper that you can’t hold on.
he pants by your ear and his voice is huskier than when he’s not like this. “gonna fuck you so full. take you again when we’re home.”
entirely feral just as you are for him, jason caves and sputters when you wrap your legs around him tighter. he’s just as gone as you and you’re practically begging him to follow through on his words. when you finally let go, that’s when he does too. shooting rope after rope and painting you deep from the inside. like the most beautiful and precious thing he’d ever held, he holds you through it.
his hips with a mind of his own, continuing to thrust up into even when your legs wobble around him. he keeps one arm around your waist, firm and stable while the other rests on the wall to keep him upright as he loses himself completely. still sloppily pushing back into you when you whimper and drop your head against his. that’s when he finally stills and pulls your hair gently, just enough to see your face again.
then he kisses you with all the sweetness the world has to offer. he deepens it as he eases you with both arms now, and keeps your legs around him so you don’t fall. letting lips trail down to your neck to leave gentle bites.
when the door gets knocked on hard, the voice that followed made both of your faces burn. suddenly it occurs to both of you that anyone could’ve heard you. roy’s voice is whisper yelling but you’re sure anyone could’ve heard him with how thin the walls are.
“please stop fucking so i can change outta my trunks. i’m chafing over here.”
when people age, they normally become less attractive than they were. but jason? oh, your husband aged like fine wine
“attagirl” he grunted, meeting his hips with yours, thanks to his slightly calloused grip on your hips. “suckin’ me in like she doesn’t wanna let go.” his large cock was practically drilling in your tight pussy, the thrusts so lewd it could be considered sinful to hear
truth be told, you didn’t want to let go— hell, you even orchestrated the entire situation. it’s been a long long time since jason fucked you mean, and all you had to do was place everything together for him to take the bait
some people called it crazy, you called it priorities. and that meant having it from the back
“j-jay- mmph!” your moans and whines were muffled due to your face being buried in the pillows, feeling your saliva spread the pillowcase and the sheets wrinkle under you and jason’s bodies. “big… so big”
“you asked for this, sweetheart.” you could practically hear the dazed smirk from his lips. “you can take it, yeah? you always—have” a moan left both from him and yours when he brushes a spot in your walls that made you clench over him tighter than you already were
he leaned forward to whisper in your ear, his large chest now pressed against your back. “don’t give up on me now, gorgeous” he kissed the back of your ear before burying his face in the crook of your neck, a muffled groan of your name leaving his lips. “jesus, this never gets old”
yup, fineeeeee wine
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masterlist!
(a/n: when i realized that i never wrote for dilf jason, i had to get to work. this took me like 5-10 mins to write lol so not proofread)
— 𝜗𝜚⋆ your cat can’t read the room and trots in anyway because she’s hungry.
the room smells of sweat, sex and love. you don’t know how many times he’s made you come, lost count after the 3rd time. all you can really think about is the weight of his body caging yours, pushing you both deeper into the mattress, the sheets wrap loosely around his legs, yours tight around his waist, locked and refusing to let up.
the sounds of skin slapping echoed the room, rang through your ears loudly, but his pace didn’t falter, if anything it got faster then slowed just enough to have you whining in frustration. his fists, slightly bawled, rest on either side of your hips.
“always feels good when you’re wrapped around my cock, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice raspy and slightly broken, a small chuckle vibrates against your neck when your hand flies up, grabbing the back of his arm tightly. “that’s it, hold onto me, i ain’t going anywhere and neither are you, babygirl.”
true to his word, he doesn’t let you go anywhere, keeps his hard chest practically pinned down against yours, thrusts slow and rhythmic. your nails sink into this skin of his arms deeper each time he slides back in, cock stretching you out perfectly. “just like that,” you whine, hands slipping from his arms to his sides, nails raking up and down the skin there before making their way back to his arms; where you cling tighter. “love you.” you murmur softly into his shoulder when he presses his face deeper into the crook of your neck.
“love you, honey,” he pants, grinding his hips against yours slowly to the point your lips part in a silent moan and the arch of your back has your tits pressing harder to hist chest. an action he welcomes happily because he’s groaning and growling into the small space of your neck, fisting at the sheets when your cunt clenches around his cock. “my angel, could stay like this forever, so warm, wanna stay buried in you for the rest of my life.”
neither of you hear the slight creaking sound of the door at first, completely absorbed in each other too much to care, too in tune with meeting each others thrusts to feel the subtle chill soaking in and then suddenly when it’s only the soft sounds of both your moans, a loud meow rips through the entire room.
his body stills completely at the sound, slowly lifts his head from your neck, you see his hooded first but you can also see the hint of confusion lingering beneath as he looks down at you. “the hell?” he mutters hoarsley, turning his head so slow you’d think he’s broken.
sitting completely still in the bedroom doorway is your cat, tail swishing behind her with a slowness that only happens with two things. one, she’s doing it to spite you both. or two, she’s hungry and demands all the attention in the world. “you’ve got to be kidding me,” he scoffs, albiet no anger or annoyance behind his words.
your cat stares, almost like she knows what she’s ruining and does it all over again. meow!
his eyes narrow at the second meow, and his hands finally move from beside your hips to your stomach, dragging them down slowly before sighing in defeat. “okay, she’s not kidding.”
“no, she isn’t.”
“i fed her before we even came in here!” he huffs but makes no effort to move. hell, he hasn’t even made a single move to pull out of you either.
“that was before, and now she’s hungry again, so go on,” you pause, grinning up at him smugly. “time to feed your daughter, daddy.” you teased, giggling with a choked gasp at the way his cock twitches inside you. “oh?”
his eyes widen slightly at your seductive tone and shakes his head quickly “nope, no, we aren’t doing this. m’gonna go feed her like the royal diva pain demands.”
your giggle doesn’t last long, a warm melodic sound turns into a whine when he’s pulling his cock out slowly with a wet pop! your walls flutter around nothing while your eyes, despite being hooded and dazed, followed him. lingered on the firm muscle of his ass when he slipped off the bed, before widening, a shy smile on your face, at the sight of his cock despite seeing it so many times. still hard, angry red, slick with your wetness.
“nothing you haven’t seen before, sweetheart,” he catches that look on your face while tugging on a pair of boxers, the fabric rubbing against him causes him to hiss. “i’ll be back soon, honey, don’t miss me too much.”
by the time he slipped out of the door, leaving you alone, aside from the muttered words coming from him in the kitchen, you slumped back down onto the bed, chest still heaving but you didn’t move to run after him. your thighs still tingled, twitched at the reminder of him being inside of you not that long ago.
sighing softly, you turned onto your side, curling up and smiling to yourself into the pillow. the sounds of his muttering and sighs getting louder. and you can’t help the laughter that leaves your lips at his sudden panicked shout.
“no! stop! we use the litterbox not the floor, oh my god! she’s gonna hate me, use the litterbox please!, honey, the litterbox, right there! oh you hate me so much that you want her to hate me too huh?”
short | fluff | smut | “wiping my drink after him”
synopsis: you try a trend on jason by wiping your bottle after he takes a sip. clearly he doesn’t appreciate it.
a/n: was supposed to be fluff but i’m freaked out sorry
it’s nearly 10pm when jason comes home from patrol. he had planned to get here earlier and switched his shift with dick all because you told him you finished work.
without even asking if you wanted him to do so, he just did it.
“baby?” he calls out as he shuts the front door.
you’re sitting on your bed, practically buzzing as you’d just been scrolling on tiktok and saw a trend you just had to try on him.
“i’m in here jay,” you reply from your bed, fingers idle on the screen as you quickly place it on the nightstand.
enough to capture the both of you.
heavy footsteps approach the room and he opens the door with sweat wicking his brow. he gives a low hum as he takes on the sight of engulfed in one of his t-shirt, a habit you’d taken when you missed him and wanted him home. curled up in your comforter with just your torso peaking out, jason plops right on top of you. no care in his sweat on your skin now of his weight resting on you entirely. you giggle as you run your fingers through his hair.
“don’t you think you should, i don’t know, shower before you come into bed?” no real annoyance behind your words.
he nuzzles even closer to you, shakes his head in the crook of your neck. almost like he’s motorboating your neck.
“nah, i’ll wash the sheets in the morning. they’ll need it after i’m done with you.”
the heat reaches your face and a fluttery feeling sits low in your stomach. he always knew how to throw the words back at you. but alas, the show must go on. you stroke his hair back once more, cupping his face with both hands to kiss his sweet face. jason melts into it immediately, but he shrugs like he were shy from this attention. when you pull away, a piece of him was disappointed.
“you hungry?” you ask him. “i was gonna make something to eat.”
he shakes his head, “don’t worry about it. i came home to take care of you. i’ll cook.”
you raise a brow as you reach for your water bottle, ready to play in his face. “take care of me? i’m a grown adult babe.”
he watches as you lift the bottle to your lips, his eyes trained hard on how they part and press against it. taking in how your throat swallows down the water and he gulps in anticipation as though he was drinking it too. his lips part as he leans in to kiss you again. though this time, you bring the bottle between you and put it to his lips.
“you look dehydrated,” you say like it’s the easiest thing in the world. tilting your head slightly and watching the gears turn in his head. “have you been using the bottle i bought you?”
he sighs and nods, “yeah, but i like using yours better.”
sitting up enough to take the bottle and take a long sip. probably draining your ice cold water from how thirsty he was and didn’t even realize. he makes a sound of approval and hands it back to you when you do the unspeakable.
you take the bottle from him, lift your opposing hand and wipe it with your sleeve. jason is absolutely dumbstruck. his lips part in confusion as his brows furrow. he looks to you, then the bottle and then back to you again. he scoffs softly and then points at the bottle.
“the fuck was that?”
he’s blinking hard at you and waiting for a response. you just take a long sip and furrow your brows back.
“what do you mean jay? i’m drinking water?” feigning confusion.
“you just wiped me off of it i’m some freeloader, with germs and shit.”
you can’t control your laughter and shake your head at him. “i’m just wiping your spit off of it jason. it’s not a big deal.”
he knows you have never cared about germs with him before. besides, you live in gotham, and it’s hardly the cleanliest place to be living.
then he’s stammering, pointing between you and the bottle again. “but babe you just kissed me! how is that any different! wait, does my breath smell?” before he leans back and puts his hand in front of his mouth and breathes out to sniff his breath. “i didn’t smoke or anything and i brushed my teeth i swear.”
this only makes you laugh harder, pushing this chest and grasping tightly at he bottle in your hands. jason only seems to get even more confused. he sits up completely and watches you giggle to yourself, finding this entire thing amusing. jason however, does not.
with a loud scoff, he takes the water bottle from your hands and tongues at the mouth piece. he fully lets his tongue fall out of his mouth, licks it all around before pulling back and handing it to you. you grimace a little at the wet sheen on it.
“ew jay, what the hell.” holding the bottle like something toxic.
“take a sip.” he says with the most stern expression you’d ever seen on him.
oh, he was pissed.
you decide to play along longer and shake your head in defiance at him.
he blinks at you, “i’d let you spit in my mouth and you’re sitting here telling me you won’t drink from the same bottle as me?”
“no, not until i wash your slobber off of it.”
that’s when he huffs out like a kid throwing a tantrum and grabs the bottle from your hand, mumbling under his breath. you watch him with genuine confusion while he is the one to take another sip before grabbing your chin and pulling you closer.
he squeezes your cheeks until your lips part and spits the water directly into your mouth. you make a sound of surprise the sudden intrusion makes your eyes widen but you were definitely not opposed. you swallow it down immediately. he keeps his hold on your cheeks as he squints and a small smile begins to take form on his face.
“you’re liking this,” he states rather than asks.
the contagious smile takes home on your face as you stare back at him and nod. “it’s a prank.”
“ha,” he says flatly, “now can you lay back down please?”
sighing as you lay down for him, he immediately follows after you. weight resting directly over you like a weighted blanket that wouldn’t budge if you tried. when you squirm a little, he wraps his arms over yours so you’re bracketed between him and the mattress. then he really does give you some sloppy, wet kisses that leave a trail in its wake.
he’s mumbling lowly as he starts to tug on your shirt, pulling the fabric up and huffing like he’s still annoyed. kisses getting a little rougher as he starts to bite the flesh beneath it and knead it with his teeth. you can’t help but tilt back for him.
“slobber, huh? i’ll show you slobber.” murmuring against your skin enough to tickle. he pulls his head up to look at you while you’re still giggling, “okay jokes over. was gonna do all the work but—”
jason lifts you from beneath him and places you firm onto his lap. hand tight in your hip as you straddle him and he settles his back on the headboard. he clears his throat and something behind his light eyes darken enough to tell you you were really in for it now. the thick bulge beneath you was unmistakable now. you open your mouth in a gasp and say his name.
“there’s no way that turned you on.” making the horrible mistake of letting a giggle out again.
he breathes out of his nose and pinches your side to make you jolt. groaning like he’s not the cause of you moving around and tightening his hold on you so you’d stop moving.
“i spat in your mouth. of course i’m hard.” he sighs as his fingers slide across the waistband of your underwear and tug them just to let them snap. you jolt again but he doesn’t stop you from moving or say anything about the desperate sound you make at the friction.
instead, jason smiles a little harder, “go ahead then.”
guiding your hips back and forth until your breath caught in your throat and you grips his shoulders for dear life. you breathe out his name again but it’s barely a whisper.
he tsks and bucks up into you, dragging his hard length against your clothed core. your hips with a mind of its own as you chase your own release, dragging your hands down his chest and pushing him further into the mattress. you’re already a mess, panting heavily and saying his name.
dangerously close already and he’s just grinning like he’s won.
one of his hands come up to the nape of your neck and pulls you down towards him, whispering lowly in your ear.
“there you go ma, take what’s yours.”
movements getting sloppy and uneven while he’s keeping you folded against him. one strong palm kept your faces close and the other moved you in accordance what he knew got you there. he knew you were a goner before you even let go, gasping and stilling just for him to continue moving against you. even when you make a whimpering sound he continues and holds you hard against him.
you’re trying to catch your breath when he finally stops and kisses the side of your face sloppily again. his hands rubbing up and down your back like he’s soothing you. it feels like your purring against him as you come back to yourself. but this time, he’s the one laughing while he whispers in your ear like a coo.
a/n: i think that my other fic about jason todd coming fast (and having hyperspermia :p) deserves a sequel, so here's what it looks like when jason todd tries to last longer during sex!!
jason was a virgin. you knew as much before he told you from how nervous he looked. you lay beneath him on your back and watched him reach a shaky hand to your bedside table, where you told him you kept the condoms.
he leaned over you, his leaking tip literally already dripping precum on your bare chest. you had only ever given jason head, and the amount of come he produced was dizzying. despite your intense want to have him fill you up, jason insisted on using protection.
his breath was loud in the room, you could hear it over digital bath coming through on your cd player. you reached out to his chest, his heart beating faster than a hummingbird's.
"jason, are you okay?"
the look on his face was priceless: his widening eyes with pupils the size of moons, his slack jaw and pink lips huffing out shallow breaths.
"y-yeah-- i'm just...excited?"
you could only laugh at his uncertainty before easing him off of you and straddling his hips. clearly, you'd have to take the reigns on this one. you opened the condom carefully and rolled it down his length. it was standard-size—as in, the kind that's supposed to be almost universal. yet, the base ring of the condom was a few inches short of the base of jason's cock. he noticed as much, his gaze flicking between your face and your hand practically stroking his cock as you tried to roll the condom down.
"it doesn't fit."
you wanted to calm him down, but he was already freaking out about how much he comes. "it'll be fine," was all you managed. and by the time you were lining him up with his entrance and sinking onto him, jason was convinced it'd be fine as well. his hands immediately flew to your hips as his head pressed harder against your pillow with a rough groan.
"fuck-- i think i--"
"you're not gonna come, jason." you knew this wasn't true. you knew jason wasn't exactly good at holding back his orgasms. but you were determined to make him learn.
you were gracious enough to let him catch his breath for a few moments before you started to move. you planted your hands on his chest for leverage before lifting yourself off his cock and slowing sinking back down.
once, twice, and jason did come. you felt the condom slipping and his come oozing out of you. you lifted yourself off him to take a look, to which jason gasped harshly, and the too-small condom had his come leaking out the bottom of it.
you watched as jason's face screwed up as he kept coming. he looked dismayed. you crawled up the bed to lay next to him and ran your hand through his hair.
you cooed sympathetically, "what's wrong, jay?"
he just groaned pathetically. it worsened the dull ache in your clit especially since you barely got to ride him.
"i'm sorry, i didn't-- i didn't last long at all." he looked unbelievably humiliated as he stared up at the ceiling.
"everyone's first time is a little...fast." this only made jason even more embarrassed. he knew he had left you unsatisfied, and now you were trying to console him like a kid who'd just fumbled his one line in a school play.
you knew jason had a long way to go.
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your sixth time:
jason had been doing...well? he still failed to make you come before blowing his load in you, but he always managed to last at least ten minutes, if not more!
he drew this up to him being utterly enamoured by you. having sex with you didn't just involve your body and his: it was your souls. jason was convinced that when he came, it wasn't just a bodily response to a stimulus. he was connecting with you on a level that transcended physical activity.
that's why, with your legs over his shoulders and his hips driving against yours, he had his eyes screw shut so hard that he was seeing spots behind his eyelids.
your eyes, however, were wide open. you watched every micro expression on his face—no matter how fleeting, you caught it.
you decided to test him a little bit. you knew it had been about eight minutes of jason fucking you, and you wanted to see how much willpower he had in him to keep it up.
"you feel so good inside me, jason. you know that?" you put on your most tantalising voice; you needed to get a reaction. the only one he surrendered was a quiet mewl, his eyes still closed. you grabbed his jaw and tightened your hold on his face. "look at me, jaybird. tell me you know how good you're making me feel."
when jason's eyes met yours, he looked wrecked. he had only heard your voice, not your words. his pretty lips were parted flushed from how hard you'd been sucking and biting them as he huffed with ever thrust.
"h-- huh?" adorable.
"you're doing so well, baby, i'm so fucking proud of you." he buried his face in the crook of your neck and you felt his cock twitch inside you. you didn't think it'd be possible for him to get even bigger, but that's what it felt like as his hips stuttered and your walls stretched slightly more.
his rhythm was wildly disrupted, he seemed to have forgotten all that you taught him about rolling his hips into yours, snapping them forward as he pushed in to the hilt. now he was practically humping you like a dog in heat. "stop, st-- i'm so close." he was trying so hard to hold on, but your honeyed words spoken just for him were building up a searing heat in his abdomen.
you smiled as you snaked your arms under his, grasping his back and holding him closer to you. "that's okay. just come for me, we can work on it more."
he knew that "it" referred to his inability to make love to you without it being over faster than ordering in a drive-through. he was torn. you were telling him to come, so shouldn't he? his desire to listen to you conflicted with his need to male you feel good. but wouldn't you feel good if he listened to you? this whole thing was paradoxical.
you could practically hear the cogs turning in his brain before he was blowing his load inside you. looks like he just wanted to let you run the show this time.
he pulled out after a few moments and his softening cock was still spurting languid ropes down his shaft, dripping onto the sheets. you both stared down at it before looking at each other.
"didn't that feel good, baby?" jason knew that he felt good, but he wanted you to feel amazing. he didn't answer your trick question and just laid beside you, pressing his face into your chest.
i was planning on doing a third section, but i ran out of ideas :/
thinking about frat!roy who gets horny at a time when he knows you're fucking jason, he doesn't have enough shame to just go fuck some other girl. he parks outside of you apartment complex and pulls out his phone, he records a video of himself palming at his crotch and if you werent busy being fucked while you watched it, you'd hear how smug he sounds while he does it. "miss you so fuckin' much baby... jasons- ah fuck, he can't be doin' it right."
he treated it all like a joke, the way he called you mommy, as if that was common, it was mocking. he knew jason probably had you bent over with your face shoved into your mattress and yet he called you something implying you had power. lucky for him, jason heard it too, and roy gets sent a very nice picture of you, arched into him, jasons chest on full display as he fucks you, and the caption "yeah, you can come clean her up when i'm done, harper"
it’s so easy with him like this. the two of you cuddled up on your couch. a black and white film playing lowly in the background. your attention occupied by him though. the feeling of his lips on you neck. sucking and biting at all your sensitive spots. lips tickling that sensitive spot behind your ear. leaving you a needy mess. want pooling between your thighs.
it doenst take long before you’re bare on top him. perched on his lap. his fingers tucked between your thighs. a thick finger nestled between your lips. thumb pressed to your clit rubbing the needy bud in slow tight circles. keeping you right where he wants you.
he reacts to every little gasp and moan falling from your lips. his other arm wrapped around your waist holding you in place as you squirm. cunt leaking all over his fingers allowing him to slide another in. giving you with that pleasurable stretch that can only come from his much thicker digits parting you open.
dexterous fingers angled just right, hitting that sweet spot. causing you to cry out his name. tears pooling in your water line. he doesn’t stop. he lets you take and take. until your trembling. fighting around him. that hot white pleasure spreads through you. he doesn’t stop until you beg him to.
until your thighs are shaking and your lips are trembling. pulling out slick covered fingers he presses them to his lips. tasting you. and then rewards you with a kiss to your forehead.
If it takes that long to get pre jizz out to get to actual 'milk', when you have sex would he just fill you with pre jizz before you even get anywhere??? LMAOOO
...but also, that's kinda scary, how filled would darling be by the time he's done? would he even pull out before sleeping? does he even sleep???? i looked it up (pls dont ask) and bulls' heat can last between 12-24 HOURS?????
ummm I love temothy but umm *eyeing the door* I'm gonna just- *runs*
MDNI NSFW bull hybrid x fem reader, cum inflation, cockwarming, knotting, heat cycle, cock warming, creampie,
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Imagine a big hand pushing down gently upon your distended belly full of pre seminal fluids. Your stud gulped audibly, from seeing the milky stream bubbling out from your gaping cunt. “You’re doing so good, deep breaths until you’re emptied out okay? I need to make room inside that cute belly for my actual seed.” He’d coo softly, lapping at the his own precum lining up your slit relishing the taste of your mixed juices.
After your tummy was flat and primed to take his giant bull cock once more. Temothy slid his imposing meat deep inside your folds. His fat tip French kissing your abused cervix. Swollen balls slapping meanly upon your clit. Gripping tenderly at your love handles, his hips would slam harshly against the your rounded asscheeks. Impatient to nut inside you.
With a body racking shudder, your assistant is mooing. Every pulse from his veiny shaft. Meant another torrent of heavy cream filling up your womb like a gas tank. The poor stud cummed his brains out so hard that he passed out in ecstasy. Leaving you stranded on his still hard length, forcing you to be his honorary cum rag. Having you dutifully soak up his uncontrollable spurts of semen throughout the night.
What about a hucow darling with a Minotaur breeder that won't share?
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Cow hybrid darling x possessive bull hybrid/minotaur
Tw: hint of noncon, breeding kink, mentions of public sex
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"Don't worry, they'll take care of you," the farmer promises you as he urges you out into the field. His expectations for you are high; your prized genes didn't come cheap. You've been nervous about this day since he bought you during the auction.
You hesitantly step out into the field, and the farmer closes up the trailer. He doesn't say anything else to you; only the sound of the truck starting signals his departure.
"Look who the farmer brought us now." One of the bulls looks at you eagerly. The other bulls follow his lead, slowly surrounding you.
They murmur among themselves, making remarks about you. "Aw, look at them. They are so scared." One says, pushing in closer to you. "I wonder how long this one will last." His friend, right next to him, remarks.
Every time one of them speaks to you, they slowly surround you, getting closer. You cower away from them, not ready for what they want to do with you. The tension in the air is so thick with so many expectations lingering.
Suddenly, the tension dissipates. There’s some type of unspoken communication amongst them. They all leave you, deciding that the field is more interesting. Only one stays. He’s further back, away from the others, yet you can still see the scars that cover his body.
He waits for the others to be far away from you before he starts approaching you. It’s like he’s meticulous with every step, drawing out each one to build tension.
“I will have you all to myself. No one else will touch you, and if they do, I’ll kill them.” He’s inches away from you, and you feel his stare all over you. He’s unashamed of how much he looks at you, letting his gaze linger wherever he wishes.
“Come with me, mate. Let’s make this official.” He turns and walks further away from the others. He doesn’t bother to look back to see if you are following him; he knows you will, preferring your fate with him versus the others.
You carefully follow him, not wanting to upset him. He walks you through the field, leading you to the far edges. He’s claimed and defended his land for a long time for this moment; he’s eager to make you have his calves.
He mounts you immediately, pushing his cock inside of you. You feel the ridges of his cock move against your inner walls; it makes you cry out. You never expected him to be this big. Yet he’s still pushing himself into you, making you take all of him.
The pain of him stretching you out is immense. You try to get away from him, but his hands on your hips keep you together. “Relax, mate, you’ll have me one way or another.” His mouth is right by your ears.
One of his hands travels around your waist, making you still, the anticipation distracting you. His fingers find your clit, light and slow touches. You almost forget he’s inside you, instead reveling in the pleasure. It makes the pressure in your core build as he toys with your clit.
As you feel the pressure building and just about to release, he takes his fingers away, returning them to your hip. His hips start moving, thrusting into you, his hands pulling you back to him. The change of stimulation muddies the pain and pleasure together; pleasure wins in the end with the ridges of his cock rubbing your insides.
His fingertips leave marks on your hips, his cock hitting you hard with every thrust. “You are doing so well, mate.” Moans leave your lips.
“Yes, let them hear you. Let them know that you are all mine.” You hear the smirk on his lips. “Maybe I’ll let them watch us from afar so that they know they can’t have you. Then I’ll chase them away because they are on my territory.”
His fingers run through your hair, curling it in between them. “What do you think about that, little mate?” The pressure in your core returns, squeezing him. “You like it, you want them to watch you while I fuck you, putting my calves inside you.”
“My dear, we’re a match made in heaven.” He lets go of your hair, happy with the information he’s learned. “Let them hear as I make you cum, so that they’ll have to challenge me if they want you.”
He changes the rhythm, pounding his cock into you faster now. Noises fly out of your mouth, overwhelmed with the stimulation. Shockwaves hit your whole body with every hit, making you involuntarily squeeze him. Grunts come from him, his cock seemingly getting wider with every motion.
Suddenly, he buries himself in you, pushing his hips into yours, like he can get deeper into you. The ridges in his cock swell more, locking you with him as his cock throbs, keeping his cum in you.
“Soon you’ll have my calves. But for now, it’s just you and me.” Deep breaths are taken with every word, his voice airy. “Let’s see if we can get them to come over and watch us.” His hand snakes over your waist. “Just one more time, then I’ll check the perimeter.”
jason todd is wary of his size, especially during sex.
he knew that he needed to be taking proper precautions first, making you squirm under his teasing and eating you out until your legs shook.
foreplay is a must for a man of his size and luckily jason enjoys the hell out of it. he moans and groans while he works you open for him. after all, he knows how his voice affects you. watching as your face scrunched up as soon as he pulls the first orgasm out of you, all before he even gets to fuck you.
you tug at his waistband when he stands and then he’s pulling his pants down to expose his thick length, pre beading at his flush pink tip. when he drives his hips into yours, so deliciously sensual as he moves, something finally shifts behind his perfect heterochromic eyes. they’re evaluating as you tilt your head back further into the pillow while he buries himself to the hilt and pauses. a worried look on his face until he met yours. the heightened version of the expression you had on earlier.
he wasn’t prepared for how much more he’d love how you fit together until he saw it ruin you. how his size flustered you.
as you take a shaky breath to adjust even after taking him many time before this, he stares in awe. you swear he gets even harder and it just makes him feel bigger.
with effort, he groans out, “you okay baby?”
you nod and let out a slow exhale, “yes, fuck— you can move.”
he searches your eyes before leaning down further to press his lips to yours and resume his movements. swallowing down the moan that gets past you and adding a symphony of his own. moaning out his name after he pulls out just to drive back home and his head finds its way to the crook of your neck. he takes calculated bites that bordered just enough away from leaving a mark and making you writhe.
the feeling builds like fire in a dense forest, engulfing all in its path and overwhelming you all at once. you don’t even recognize when your hand has come up cover your face. biting at the flesh and your eyes rolling back. though jason takes your hand from your face wordlessly, just continuing his relentless movements. he slides them down your torso and past your breasts. he stops your hand by your stomach, bringing it a little lower as he thrusts again.
“fit around me so perfectly, fuck—” losing his train of thought as your other hand drags down his back, leaving red lines in its wake.
it takes you a moment to understand what he was doing when he eyes bulge poking at your stomach. it wasn’t until he circled his hips and pressed his hand down harder on yours like he was trying to feel for it through your fingers. you sigh as he hold it there. your eyes fluttering from the delicious stretch he created and lips parting. the drag of his thick veins rubbing against your tender walls, it was glorious.
“you feel me baby?” his voice shaky and ghosting over your quivering lips. punctuating his words with another push to watch your lips parting in bliss and mimics you with another groan. “that’s all yours. i’m all yours.”
you could feel every devastating thrust and every small whimper that slips his tongue and blessed your ears. another slow, deep roll of his hips has you gasping and squeezing your eyes shut. your hand slips from where he held it and he follows it again, grasping it tight by the side of your head. letting you squeeze and dig your nails into his big palms.
your voice catching in your throat, you gasp his name breathlessly, “d—don’t stop.”
jason laughs softly, bringing his other hand up to cradle your head and kiss your cheek. “you’re doing so good for me ma. you gonna let me in a little deeper hmm?”
you nod vigorously, wanting nothing more than him. jason carcasses you from the inside, kissing your cervix. your mind a blank slate of nothing but his words and his body dancing with yours. then his hand drops to gently shove one of your legs back further into your chest. he watches as your face twists pleasure and a broken moan fills the air before squeezing the plush flesh.
you’ll never truly get used to jason’s size, but he’ll make sure that you enjoy every second of it.
a/n: someone asked for “jason todd + a size kink” but im fried and i lost the request. at least i wrote it in my notes 🫡
jason todd folding you in half after a long patrol. he murmurs sweet things in your ears as his cock bullies you, it's a joke how hard he's fucking you, while his voice is so soft and sweet in your ear.
"that's it, baby. yeah, you're so good for me. yeah? you like that, hm? oh, you look so pretty like this. such a gorgeous thing. i could just eat you up."
your nails rake down his back as he coos at you. he just loves you so much, he has to balance out the roughness of his body with the softness of his heart.
an underappreciated part of overstim with jason todd is when you try to push him away after the second orgasm, your hand shaking against his hip before he grabs it and pins it to your back. he's a fucking tank, completely towering over you without any effort "c'mon baby... you can take more... gave me five the other night." the way he kisses at your jaw would be sweet if he wasn't destroying your insides. "all mine...gonna make my pussy cum as much as i want... all you gotta do is look pretty and take it."
Whether it's a quick peck on the cheek or a long messy kiss on the mouth, he always needs to have his lips on you as soon as he sees you. He says 'hello' by grabbing your face and planting a soft kiss on your mouth. That very quickly turns into something messy, as he sticks his tongue inside your mouth (a welcoming, expected intrusion you suppose). It doesn't matter if you're around other people, his greeting is the same as always, which is probably why Roy and Jade stopped asking you guys to babysit. He kisses you with the intention of turning it into something raunchy. Tongues clashing in each others' mouths, your lipgloss transferring to his lips, hands grabbing your backside and squeezing, giving everyone a show. You don't even get embarrassed anymore, in fact you've grown to crave it.
He can't not kiss you during sex. He swears that he needs to do it, otherwise he won't be able to finish. He'll put you in a mean mating press, your legs pushed against your chest, making you feel a delicious stretch, just so he can put his mouth on yours. During prone, he'll push your back down onto the covers but will grab your head to turn it and face him. If it's not the lips on your mouth, it's the lips between your legs. He'll take his time, kissing and sucking for hours as you cry out in pain and pleasure.
He can't help it, he just loves kissing you!
a/n: im actually so pissed at myself for deleting that baby daddy!jason post by accident. i wrote this in my physical journal instead of the next part..... dw once i get over myself i will be back with more of that family...hopefully
as always thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed!
Whether it's a quick peck on the cheek or a long messy kiss on the mouth, he always needs to have his lips on you as soon as he sees you. He says 'hello' by grabbing your face and planting a soft kiss on your mouth. That very quickly turns into something messy, as he sticks his tongue inside your mouth (a welcoming, expected intrusion you suppose). It doesn't matter if you're around other people, his greeting is the same as always, which is probably why Roy and Jade stopped asking you guys to babysit. He kisses you with the intention of turning it into something raunchy. Tongues clashing in each others' mouths, your lipgloss transferring to his lips, hands grabbing your backside and squeezing, giving everyone a show. You don't even get embarrassed anymore, in fact you've grown to crave it.
He can't not kiss you during sex. He swears that he needs to do it, otherwise he won't be able to finish. He'll put you in a mean mating press, your legs pushed against your chest, making you feel a delicious stretch, just so he can put his mouth on yours. During prone, he'll push your back down onto the covers but will grab your head to turn it and face him. If it's not the lips on your mouth, it's the lips between your legs. He'll take his time, kissing and sucking for hours as you cry out in pain and pleasure.
He can't help it, he just loves kissing you!
a/n: im actually so pissed at myself for deleting that baby daddy!jason post by accident. i wrote this in my physical journal instead of the next part..... dw once i get over myself i will be back with more of that family...hopefully
as always thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed!
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HEADCANONS .ᐟ
⭑ 4-11-25
⭑ 14-01-26
⭑ biker jason todd
⭑ 12-4-26
SOCIAL MEDIA AU .ᐟ
⭑ f1 driver!jason todd / author!reader.
ONE SHOTS / DRABBLES .ᐟ ao3
⭑ buzzcut jason todd
⭑ jason todd has a girlfriend?!
⭑ Using his powers to help your pain
⭑ birthdays are overrated
⭑ intimacy of a hug
⭑ tiny
⭑ photo booth with Jason Todd
⭑ fatson todd
⭑ voice mails
⭑ face the truth
⭑ how can we go back to being friends?
⭑ you're a snack, Red.
⭑ one mustn't judge a book by its cover.
⭑ lego Red Hood.
⭑ shy!experienced Jason Todd x freak!virgin reader
⭑ good with kids
⭑ truly anonymous?
⭑ reading six of crows
⭑ siren sounds (coming soon...)
⭑ red and black
⭑ the helmet stays on!
⭑ counting crows
⭑ dirty boots
⭑ more than friends
⭑ drunken lover
⭑ kiss
⭑ chronic pain!reader
⭑ the magic words — i love you
⭑ sing it!
⭑ mehendi
scars
SERIES .ᐟ
⭑ THERE'S NO SWEETER INNOCENCE THAN OUR GENTLE SIN.
Between shared love for literature and forbidden desires one mustn’t act on, love blossoms in the Ton, an unsuspecting, shocking match between the diamond of the season and most sought after gentleman (by the Mamas) of the year. What starts with friendship, then a relationship under false pretences, quickly tumbles into something that is scarily real.
⭑ THE GREATEST HITS
What would you do if you could relive every moment with your deceased loved one by listening to music? What if a song you listened to when you were Jason, transports you right back to the moment physically. And what do you do when the same thing happens when you first run into the anti-hero Red Hood? And why does he know your name?
⭑ SEE THE FUTURE
For two vigilantes who don't know each other's true identity, regular patrol takes a unseen turn when Red Hood and his patrol partner end up unconscious due to an unknown reason. what no one realises is that they’re being shown a glimpse into their future, their future together.
⭑ THE BEAUTY AND THE BROKEN
When a fiery affair begins between the Princess and her trusted Knight, what can one do but savour the sweet taste of love and the bitter reminder of the forbidden. What of the secrets her beloved guard keeps, and what of the doom impending over there treasured moments?
⭑ LIVING WITH JASON TODD ao3
⭑ REVENGE ao3
⭑ I’D KNOW YOU, ANYWHERE AND ALWAYS. ao3
𝟐𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 .ᐟ
⭑ brother's bestfriend
MISC .ᐟ
⭑ kanej idea
⭑ blush
⭑ reader who also died and resurrected
⭑ joker natural death
⭑ isekai mcu reader
⭑ not like other girls
⭑ vigilante!reader - wow you have a type
⭑ my fault london scene
⭑ eyes are saying yes
⭑ vampire poll
⭑ your favourite music artist
⭑ vampire reader
⭑ jason things
⭑ vamp vs vamp reader
⭑ isekai poll
⭑ gardener jason
⭑ morticia and gomez
⭑ crooked teeth
⭑ white boy
⭑ vamp kisses
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