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REQUEST: Hi! Could I request a Jason Todd imagine? A fluffy one? Maybe him dating a girl who’s really cute, small and girly and introducing her to Bruce, Alfred and his brothers? Thanks in advance
@cerealkiller1975 @jasontoddismyhusband
A/N: Have just discovered that I’m really really bad at writing fluff so I am incredibly sorry for this poor excuse of an imagine. Hope this is kind of what you wanted x
(I'm bsing this entire thing btw, fuck if I know about parent teacher meetings)
Damian: Dick, Tim, Bruce and Alfred are unable to attend, therefore, I believe I should be exempt from this inane activity.
Teacher: Unfortunately we cannot cancel this due to the legal requirements required by the state.
Teacher: Do you have another relative you could call...?
Damian: ...Well there is one...I'm not sure if he would be particularly pleased with it
Teacher: At least attempt contacting him
Teacher: weary please.
Damian: If i must
Jason Todd walks in
Damian: sigh before you yell-
Teacher: IS THAT JASON TODD??????????????
Jason: sheepish hi.
Teacher: omg Jason my sweet baby angel-
Damian: He's 6 feet 2 inches and built like a tank
Teacher: rambling How are you? I've missed you so much. I'm so glad you came back. You don't understand how hard it is to converse with someone in the Wayne family who isn't Alfred. Jason you need to come to every parent teacher meeting I beg you.
Jason: Thanks. I'm not sure about every one but I'll be sure to attend whenever I can
Teacher: Anything, anything is fine
Teacher: Giddy I should give you a tour of the campus, we made updates to the library
Damian: Hello? um. parent teacher meeting, yk? about me?
Teacher: yes yes later
Teacher: Jason, let me show you
Jason: Lead the way
Damian: texting Duke what the fuck.
Damian: She called Jason a 'sweet baby angel'
Duke: the crime lord Jason Todd?
Damian: yes.
Duke: decapitated 8 bodies and put their heads in a duffle bag, Jason Todd?
Damian: the one and only
Duke: what the fuck.
funny thing about anxiety is sometimes it kind of breaks your sense of danger. like i am known for repeatedly putting myself in situations that make my friends go "bro you couldve died. werent you scared?" and the answer is 👍 yjeah. i did it scared. i do everything scared. i didnt know that was the actual important kind of scary because i usually have to ignore my fears to function in society. it will happen again. watch out.
hii can i request and smau with all the characters where they do something and reader thinks that they’re making fun of her for having a crush on them?
just ask where reader thinks they’re being cruel/mean when in reality they do love her ☹️
don't listen to them
IN WHICH... you and him haven't been together for very long but are still so in love. however, you begin to feel insecure in your connection when someone makes you feel like you're moving too fast.
featuring: jason todd, dick grayson, bruce wayne, damian wayne, wally west, tim drake
warnings: fluff, pet names, f!reader, reader has only been with each boy for ~2-3 months but they say 'i love you' (and mean it!!), Damian is aged up in his own chat but not when he's mentioned in Bruce's or Tim's, suggestive (Dick and Tim), mean!jason in Wally's, reader called 'mommy' by Wally and Tim, enjoy :)
a/n: im 99% sure this isn't what u meant but this is how my brain thought of it so i hope u still like it nonnie🥹
p.s. i used the wrong “to” in damian’s chat so pls ignore that☹️ it’s meant to say “too,” you’ll know it when you see it
synopsis: you're a sweet recluse who allows her home to be Jason's safe house. What happens when he starts to get too close to you?
The screen door creaks open late one evening. Jason Todd steps inside your little kitchen like it's a habit, almost as though he's lived here all his life. In truth, you'd only known Jason for about two months now since he came stumbling to your doorstep one stormy evening. Things seemed to pass in a blur since then.
Jason's shoulders are tense beneath the fabric of his jacket, bruised from the constant fights he participates in. His jaw is sore and his knuckles are split from punching again. He's already in one of his moods.
He kicks off his boots by the door without looking, the way he always does, listening to the familiar sound of dirty soles thunking against the wood floor. Then, he heads straight to the sink like he's on autopilot, having memorized the layout of your house like it's his own. He doesn't even need to look down to where the fluffy hand towels are as he dries his hands.
There's a plate of dinner waiting on the table that's still hot and steaming, and you're standing near the counter, looking at him like he didn't just come home covered in bruises and blood. You're smiling in the cutesy, innocent way you always do. The way that boils Jason's blood in both a bad, and really good way.
"Hi, Jay," you say, your voice smooth like honey as you look up at him with big, sparkly eyes, like he's just your husband coming home late from work.
Jason swears under his breath and marches through the kitchen, hovering around you for a moment, before muttering a gruff "Hello." in return, slumping down into his usual seat at the dinner table, looking down at tonight's meal.
The plate's got roast chicken, buttery mashed potatoes, and a pile of vegetables on the side. It's very balanced. It looks like food you'd see in a magazine with a recipe underneath. You cooked. Again. Like you do every night.
"Thought you might be hungry," you say, cheeks all pink from the stove's heat, or maybe just from looking at him. You get so bashful when he stares. "You want me to get you a knife or anything else?"
"No. S' fine." he grumbles, picking up a fork to start stabbing at his vegetables. You nod, still smiling all cute as you take out a jug of lemonade for him and pour him a class without asking, setting it down beside his plate, right before leaning down to press the softest, most innocent kiss to his cheek. Right near the cut on his jaw, his sweet spot. "Glad you're home safe."
Jason goes still at the feeling, a little grunt leaving him involuntarily. The second your lips brush over him, it's as though every muscle in his body tenses. His eyes flick to you, but you're already walking away, humming to yourself like you didn't screw him over with that little gesture.
What the hell are you doing, letting a guy like him into your house? Letting him sleep in the extra bedroom you cleaned just for him and eat off your table without asking for compensation? What kind of sweet, naive girl lets a man with knives and guns in his duffel bag and scars up his back and shoulders stay in her house like he's not dangerous?
"You shouldn't do that," he grumbles as you have your back turned to him, a deep scowl on his face. You blink, turning back toward him, confusion soft in your eyes. "Do what?"
"You know what I mean. The kissin'. The..." his voice gets tight, jaw ticking, "...the 'Jay' with your little giggle. Don't."
"Don't act like we're friends?' you ask, so innocently, head tilted in a way that makes him want to pounce on you. "We are friends."
Jason clenches his jaw. His fingers curl around the fork, knuckles white. "You should be more wary, is all" he mutters, frowning as you respond with a little huff and a playful eye roll, going over to check on the pies you made for dessert that are cooling on a rack.
He stares at the curves of your body, gaze panning from your hips, down to your thighs, and back up to your ass, plump in the cute little nightgown you're wearing, with the hem riding up your thighs enough to show your panties if you bent over. He can't take his eyes off of you, not for a second. He's looking at you to figure out how someone like you could possibly be real, let alone a part of his life. You feed him. You made him a safe house with gingham curtains and a soft bed and dinner waiting on the table every night without fail.
He's coiled so tight it feels like his skin doesn't fit right, seeing you flutter around the kitchen like everything's fine, apron tied snugly around your waist. You turn and meet his gaze again as he continues.
"Why aren't you scared of me?" Jason mutters all gruff, pushing back his chair and standing. His eyes are all dark and stormy. "You let a guy like me in your house. You give me food, a bed, clothes. You let me walk around your kitchen like I belong here." He steps forward slowly. "You don't even lock your fucking door."
Your throat bobs as you swallow, but your expression doesn't change. That soft, quiet sweetness still on your face like you've never even heard a threat before.
"I don't have to lock it because the only person who comes around here is you, and I know you."
Jason's frown deepens, and he crowds your space, hissing at you coldly. "You don't know shit about me." He stares down at you, jaw clenched, breathing through his nose. He keeps coming closer and closer to you, all while you don't even realize what you're doing to him, standing there in your cozy little kitchen, smelling like a dessert.
His body pushes you back into the counter, his jaw is clenched and lips twisted in a snarl. You open your mouth, but he cuts you off, his voice rising. "You let me in here. You open your house up to someone like me and think I'm not gonna hurt you? You think I'm just gonna be your lil' prince charming?"
He shoves his hand against the counter beside you, trapping you in place. His face is inches from yours, but this time, you don't see the same tired, frustrated guy you've been taking care of. This time, all you see is the threat, the dangerous man who doesn't think you should have trusted him at all.
"I could strangle you, you know," he says all soft. His hand shoots out, quick and brutal, grabbing your neck just below your chin. "You think I wouldn't do it? You think I wouldn't snap your neck like a twig if I wanted to?"
Your pulse spikes. His grip isn't tight enough to suffocate you, just enough to make your heart pound harder. "Or what if I wanted to cut you?" His thumb presses into the side of your neck. he's learned you can make someone pass out if you push there hard and long enough. wouldn't take long if he did it to you, though. another reminder of how fragile you really are. "What if I wanted to steal everything in your house and leave you with nothing?"
You look up at him, whimpering softly at the feeling of his huge hand wrapping around your throat. Your smaller one grabs at his wrist, staring up at him with big, glassy eyes. "J-jason..."
"What if I wanted to tear off one of those flimsy lil' dresses you wear around me and fuck you?" He lets out a low mumble, tipping your head up and rubbing his thumb over your lower lip. "You think they're cute, huh? You think I don't notice the way you dress like 'm not gonna want to tear you apart?"
Your breath hitches, and for a second, you can't find your words. He's crowding you now, pinning you to the counter so you have no way out. His thumb pushes harder on your lower lip.
You stare at him, your face flushed. Your chest is rising fast now, like you're trying to keep calm, like your body's betraying you even if your voice hasn't cracked yet. You're not saying anything, but your fear's loud enough without words.
Jason's still holding onto your throat, the heel of his hand digging into your pressure point while his thumb smushes against your soft lips. His chest heaves with each breath, his face twisted up even though deep down, he's thoroughly enjoying himself. He relishes in the slight tremble your body gives and the way you look up at him like you're starting to realize he's not savable.
He leans down to your level. "You scared now, sweetheart?" he mutters. You try to speak, but it catches in your throat. He can feel it under his hand, that flutter in your pulse. "Yeah," he breathes. "That's what I thought."
He tilts his head, leaning down to slot his mouth over your cheek, mocking the little kisses you always give him when he's home. He moans against your skin, starting to press sloppy kisses down to your jaw. He's done holding back, finally indulging in the terrible, heinous thoughts he's had about you since you let him into your home.
His hands roam under your dress, hiking it up to squeeze the globes of your ass, all while you moan softly, eyes fluttering shut.
He kisses up the side of your throat and up to your ear, huffing low so you hear every bit of how hot he is for you. "Lemme show you what bad men do to pretty girls who play house with 'em."
his hands move again. they don't stay in place for long. he's very unpredictable. one moves back to grip on your throat, while the other hand drags up the back of your thigh, slipping beneath the hem of your nightgown until his rough fingers find bare skin. his breathing is ragged now, lips pressed to the curve of your neck like he's trying to inhale you.
"You smell s'sweet," he growls, nose brushing the soft skin beneath your jaw. "Always smell so fuckin' sweet."
He's spreading you apart before your brain can comprehend it, lifting you up with his free hand to guide you up onto the counter, manhandling you like you weigh nothing. Slotting his body between your legs, he looks down at your pretty cotton panties. Just as adorable as you, all lacy and pastel like you didn't have a clue what they'd do to him.
Jason huffs a breath through his nose, low and unsteady, staring at the soaked little patch in the middle. "Fuck," he mutters, dragging his thumb over the wet spot slowly and teasingly. "Look at this. You want me like this." His hand grips your thigh to keep you open, his gaze locked on your panties as he takes two fingers and pushes them up against your panties so he can trace your plump little pussy through the fabric, firm enough to make you twitch.
You jolt, grabbing onto his shoulder while your tummy flips. "Mmh... i-its good... b-but 'm sensitive..." you warn softly, trying to fight against his grip ever so slightly, but he keeps you spread for him with his firm hand. Your breath catches when he starts tugging your panties to the side, baring the warm air of the kitchen onto your even warmer hole.
His hand grips your hip, anchoring you in place while he teases your entrance with the pads of his fingers, just barely pressing in. You let out a strangled little sound, back arching as he slowly presses a finger inside you with a low groan. Your body clenches around him and it makes him twitch, a guttural sound leaving his chest. "Fuck, you're tight," he mutters, nose nuzzling yours. "So fuckin' warm. This pussy's been waiting for me, hasn't she?" You nod helplessly, eyes wide, lips parted as he pumps his finger inside you slow and filthy. He watches you fall apart for him, cheeks flushed and pretty little moans leaving your mouth with every curl of his finger.
His thick digit curls just right inside you, slow and deep, while his thumb rubs circles around your clit, not too quick, just firm and steady like he's testing how fast he can get you to fall apart. You whimper again, your hips rolling into his hand without thinking.
He watches the little faces you make while you're in heat like this, as well as the way your body reacts to his touch. His eyes are locked on the place where his finger disappears inside you with that delicious squelch, and once you're relaxed, he slides in a second to fill you up even more. You jerk, nightgown bunching up more at your waist as he shoves his fingers deep inside you, wanting to see how tight you can squeeze around them.
"Damn," he mumbles, "You're squeezin' the fuck outta me." His free hand grabs your thigh harder when you flinch back, nails digging just a little into your flesh to keep you still and wide open for him. He leans in, breathing heavy against your cheek as he grinds the heel of his palm against your clit while his fingers keep stroking inside you, that slow, steady rhythm that's driving you crazy because it's just enough to have you trembling, but not enough to tip you over.
You whine out a soft "Jay," all desperate and teary eyed, your grip on his shoulders tightening as your legs start to shake. You don't even realize you're grinding down onto his hand until he growls, "Yeah… that's it. Use your words. You need it that bad, don't you?"
He keeps his face close to yours, eyes flicking between your mouth and your eyes, watching how dazed you look already, lips all swollen and wet from how much you've been panting. "Feels 's good! M-more..." You whine, your body starting to move on its own, hips rolling into his hand, trying to chase the pressure that's curling in your gut.
Jason doesn't let up. He just keeps fucking you with his fingers, deep and slow, his thumb pressed firm to your clit, working you in tight little circles until your legs are twitching and your mouth is open like you're gasping for air.
"You're already gonna cum, huh?" he murmurs, voice low and thick. "Already cryin' on my fingers like a needy little thing." You nod, head falling back against the cabinet behind you, your breath coming in short, desperate little bursts. " 'M gonna...Jay, I...I'm gonna..."
"Come, then," he orders, eyes locked on yours. "Cum on my fingers like a good girl. Show me how sweet this fuckin' pussy is."
You shatter around him body locking up tight before it all melts down at once, your orgasm crashing over you so hard you can't even stay upright without holding onto him. Your whole body trembles and he watches it all, jaw clenched, eyes dark and blown wide with how fucked he is for you.
He keeps his fingers inside you even after, not pulling out until you're twitching too much to take it, and even then, he pulls back slow, glancing down at the mess he made of you. He brings his fingers to his mouth without even thinking, licking them clean while he keeps his eyes on your face.
Then he leans in, mumbling in your ear. "You made a mess on my hand,"
Jason's gaze drops down to the tent in his jeans, thick and straining against the zipper, and he lets out a breath that sounds more like a growl.
"Take my cock out," he says roughly, eyes never leaving yours. Your fingers tremble a little as they reach for his belt, heart hammering in your chest while you work it loose, the clink of the buckle loud in the quiet kitchen. Jason's eyes are burning into your face the whole time, watching the way you fumble a little, the way your lips part and your breathing gets uneven while you tug his belt free, then pop open the button on his jeans.
You slide the zipper down slow, hands shaking just the tiniest bit, but you don't stop.
He helps you just enough to shove his jeans down his hips, groaning softly when you reach into his briefs and wrap your fingers around him. He's thick and hot and already leaking against your palm, and the second you touch him, his whole body stiffens.
"Jesus," he mumbles, chest rising and falling hard. You glance up at him through your lashes, a little dazed and shy, but your hand stays wrapped around him as you stroke him once, then twice, making his head fall forward, forehead bumping into yours while he groans.
He looks into your eyes, his voice all rough and shaking with how close he is to snapping. "You're gonna do it, alright? Not me." he says, jaw clenched. "You're gonna show me how dirty you are, and take me in your hand, and you're gonna line me up with that sweet little pussy like this was your fuckin' idea."
You nod even though you're buzzing and feel your body burning, and he watches you slowly wrap your hand snugly around his cock, his face close to yours as you guide him between your legs.
"Yeah," he mumbles, watching your face. "Just like that." You whimper when the head of his cock bumps against your entrance, slick and warm, and Jason moans low in his throat at the feel of you, the head of him just barely pushing inside.
Your fingers tremble as you line the head of him up with your entrance, glancing up at him as you press him against your folds. "It's so hard," you whisper, all breathless. "Your cock..."
"I know," He responds, watching you continue to guide him, soaked folds parting around the flushed head, barely nudging it in just enough for both of you to feel that first slide. " 's... fuck... c-cause I want you s'bad." He hunches over you a little, mouth hanging open as you finally line him up just right. His tip catches on your soaked entrance and he groans deeply, forehead pressing to yours again like he's trying to stay tethered to something.
He pants, grinding the head against you, not pushing in all the way yet, smearing your wetness all over the flared head of his cock while your thighs twitch around his hips. You make a tiny noise, all high and breathy, and he grins against your cheek. His nose brushes your temple while he shifts his hips just enough for his tip to nudge inside, slow and heavy. "Fuck... there we go, sweetness. 'S suckin me in now."
He grabs your thigh with his free hand, pushing it up until your knee's hooked over his forearm, giving him more room, more access, more of you. He doesn't push all the way in yet, just slides in a few inches, slow and aching, just enough to make your mouth drop open and your nails bite into his shoulders.
"Keep lookin' at me," he hisses. "Don't you dare look away. You let me in, shit... now you're gonna watch what I do to you."
Your eyes flutter open again, all teary and glassy and overwhelmed, and he groans and thrusts in deeper, hips jerking forward like he can't help it anymore, burying himself with a low, breathless curse. Both hands grab your thighs to hold you wide open while his cock sinks alllll the way inside, thick and throbbing inside you.
He sinks in all the way, slow but deliberate, forcing your body to stretch and take every thick inch, and the second he bottoms out, he stays there, buried deep inside you, breathing hard through his nose like he's trying to stay composed, but he's not even close. His hands grip your thighs so tight it makes your skin dimple, holding you still like he's afraid you'll run, like he knows you're not ready for how far he's about to take this.
"Fuck, it's good," he mutters, voice wrecked as he stares down at where you're joined. "Look at that. Fuckin' swallowed me whole, didn't you?" He gives a rough roll of his hips, just enough to make you jerk and gasp under him. "Tight little pussy- already squeezin' like she wants to keep me."
Your head tips back as a choked little moan slips out, your hands clinging to his shoulders now, nails dragging across his back without thinking. He groans, fucking into you harder now, faster. Your body jerks with the impact of his rough thrust, and he moans, loud and low against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin before he bites down like an animal.
He keeps fucking into you with rapid, punishing thrusts, his body bracketed over yours, your legs forced wide apart so he can get deeper. You moan loudly, not bothering to hold back on being responsive. You're slicing into his back with your nails, mewling and panting his name harshly.
He growls at the pleasure pain you give him, rutting into you harder, like the sound of his name like that flipped some switch in him. "Say it again," he pants. "Say my fuckin' name."
You do, a little louder this time, all breathless and shaking. "Jason, mmh! please!"
"Fuck," he bites, his whole body shuddering as he pounds into you now, hips snapping forward again and again. "You're gonna let me ruin you, huh? That what you want, sweet girl? Gonna let me fuck the good right outta you?" You nod, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes, not even sure if it's from how good it feels or how deep he's inside you, but it makes him groan, deep and ragged, like he's never seen anything more perfect.
His voice is nothing but a harsh whisper now. "I ever catch you lettin' another man in this house, I swear to god-"
You cut him off with a soft little moan, too blissed out to process the threat, and Jason grunts, cock pulsing inside of you as he scrapes against your gummy inner walls. You let out a loud, high whine, clenching tight around him, and he curses under his breath, leaning forward to kiss you rough and messy, dragging his tongue across your bottom lip.
The taste of you is too much for him, and he groans loudly, grabbing onto the back of your head so he can fully suck your tongue into his mouth and buck into you faster, like a dog in a rut. "Gonna cum f'you," He grunts, tearing out of you suddenly.
You whine at the loss of the full feeling inside your belly. and he grabs onto your plush thighs again, squeezing his throbbing, flushed cock and pumping it a few times before splurting all over your pussy. You pant, heart pounding in your chest.
He cums load after load on you, before dropping onto his knees and stuffing his face into your cunt, needing you to cum for him too. He doesn't want to wait for your sensitivity or that coil to fade away, and so he thrusts his tongue deep inside your sopping hole, eating out your cunt like it's the only dessert he needs.
You scream, ecstasy washing over you so suddenly that you can't even warn him when you cum into his hot mouth, watching him eagerly drink it all up and tongue fucking you through your orgasm.
He groans at your taste once again, unable to get over how sweet you taste. He stands and scoops some of the cum off his thighs and pushes his fingers lightly to your mouth. "Open." He mutters, watching you oblige with a dazed look in your eyes. He feels his cock twitch to life once more at the sight of you tasting him and looking into his eyes like he's just ruined you, which he has. Your hair is a mess and your lips are swollen, and your lower half is soaked with his cum.
Jason cut the engine when you arrived home. The two of you were just coming home from a date. He had taken you to an upscale restaurant to make up for all the time he has had to spend away from you recently due to missions and patrols.
He got off of the motorcycle before helping you off of it as well, helping you with your helmet. Your hair was messier now due to having to wear the helmet, your black heels in your hands since you couldn't wear them while he was driving. Your red dress hugged your curves, cutting off mid-thigh.
"If I had known you were going to take us to the restaurant on your motorcycle I would have picked out a different outfit." You chuckled.
"I'm glad you didn't." Jason said as a smirk tugged at his lips. "Seeing you on my motorcycle in that little red dress does things to me." His gaze swept over your body. Before you could respond, he spun you around so your back was facing him. He bent you over his motorcycle which caused a gasp to escape past your lips.
He hummed as he let his hands slide up your thighs, pushing your dress up as his hands trailed upwards, the fabric bunching up at your waist. "Jason, what are you doing?" You questioned as you looked back at him before looking around at your surroundings. "Someone could see us."
"No one's gonna see us, doll." He murmured, landing a slap on your ass. You jolted, a sharp gasp tumbling from your lips. "All you need to do is spread those pretty legs and keep quiet. You can do that for me baby, can't you?" He asked as his fingers lightly brushed over your clothed pussy. You let out a shaky whimper as you nodded.
"Good girl." He cooed as he tugged your panties down your legs. You stepped out of them before he shoved them in his pocket. He kicked your ankles apart and ran his hands up the backs of your thighs, his hands squeezing your ass. You whimpered quietly as he spread you open, displaying your pussy.
"Fuck, look at that pretty pussy. She's so wet for me already." He growled as he squatted down before licking a long strip up your center. You let out a shaky breath, your cunt clenching around nothing as he licked up your core slowly again. "God, you taste so good baby. I could eat this pussy all night." He said as he stood up straight and unbuckled his belt. "Although I can't wait any longer. I need to be inside of you."
You herd the sound of fabric rustling behind you as he tugged down his slacks and boxers. You gasped as he slid the tip of his cock between your folds, collecting your arousal on it. He slapped the tip against your clit before sliding into you, bottoming out of you with the first thrust.
"Oh my god," you gasped, a moan tumbling from your parted lips as you gripped the set of the motorcycle tighter. He gripped your hips as he continued to thrust into you, keeping his pace slow, causing you to feel every inch of him dragging against your walls.
"That's it." He groaned and picked up his pace, his hips slapping against your ass. "Take my cock, pretty girl. Just like that." He murmured.
Your pussy clenched around his cock as he slammed into you. One of his hands left your hip, sliding up your side and into your hair, gripping the strands. He tugged you back, pulling you up so your back arched, your hands still gripping the seat of the motorcycle. He leaned in and licked a long strip up your neck before nipping on your ear. "J- Jason!" You cried out as his cock hit your g-spot over and over again.
Jason slapped a hand over your mouth. "You know I love it when you make those pretty noises for me but, I need you to be quiet. I need you to be a good girl for me, okay?" He murmured as he shoved two of his digits past your lips. You nodded, whimpering around his fingers.
You lightly sucked on his fingers as he fucked you, moaning around them. "Fuck, sweetheart." He grunted into your ear, his thumb tracing over your jawline while his other hand kept his tight grip on your hip. "You're squeezing my cock so tight."
He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, wiping your saliva on your lips before swapping his fingers for your lips, his mouth drinking in your desperate, helpless moans. His pace transformed from steady to relentless and merciless. The motorcycle beneath you shook faintly as he slammed into you, the only sound filling the night air being the sound of skin slapping against skin.
You could feel the tight coil in your stomach pulling taut as you got closer and closer to your orgasm. He gripped your jaw tightly, tilting you head to look back at him as much as you could. "Look at me." He demanded, his voice low and rough. "I want you to keep your eyes on me when you cum." He growled as his other hand left your hip to slide between your thighs, his fingers toying with your swollen clit. "Cum for me, doll. Milk my fucking cock."
Your brain went fuzzy, thighs shaking, stars exploding in your vision as you came all over his cock. You bit your lower lip roughly to hold in your cry, the taste of copper hitting your tongue. Your walls squeezed his cock, fluttering around him as your rode out your high.
The feeling of you pulsing around him sent Jason over the edge. He bit your shoulder, his groan vibrating against your skin as he drove himself inside of you with one more frantic thrust before stilling inside of you, painting your walls with his release. His whole body shuddered as he held onto you tightly while his orgasm washed through him.
He let out a long sigh, his forehead resting between your shoulder blades. You let out a shaky exhale, your legs trembling so much that you had a hard time standing up. He stood up, tucking himself back into his pants before scooping you up, planting a kiss to your temple. "You did so good. My good girl." He whispered into your hair as he carried you into the house.
For the rest of the night he made sure to take good care of you. He cleaned you up gently and made you up a bath, insisting on washing your hair and your body for you. Then he made you some tea just the way you liked it before settling into bed with you, holding you close to his chest until you fell asleep snuggled in his arms.
❀ end note: thank you again to my bestie for the request! ily 🤍
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Summary: Fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time. (3.3k)
Tags/warnings: smut (mdni), threesome, mentions of alcohol, before you ask, yeah, they kiss, use of pet names, hair pulling, fingering, we're going to paris with this one, oral m!receiving and f!receiving, unprotected p in v, cum play/eating, tiny bit of degradation, overstimulation
A/N: I don't know how to feel about this. English is not my first language and this was not proofread. Enjoy!
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The heat is curling around your bodies like a humid weighted blanket and the only sources of lighting are the warm streetlights casting shadows inside the safe house from the nearby street.
All three of you are sitting on the floor, talking about everything and nothing while drinking the beers you had brought with you as an apology for showing up unannounced.
Your relationship with Jason and Roy is hazy at best. The most logical description would be coworkers — doesn't matter whether said job is a conventional one or not. But that word doesn't seem nearly enough to contain all of the times you patched them up as they wordlessly looked at you with a strange look on their faces, or the drunken kisses you shared, separately and always forgotten by the next morning.
The conversation reaches its natural end, and neither of you are in a rush to fill the silence with some useless small talk. The night is not a silent one anyway. Cars keep driving by, mixing the sound of tires on wet asphalt and muffled music with the usual sirens that are never really quiet in a city like Gotham.
You lean back, further pressing your back against the couch, and tilt your head back, staring at the moisture stain on the white ceiling. Your hands are still busy trying to peel off the label on the dewy bottle, and you're thankful for the distraction.
Despite remaining silent, your mind is anything but. You will later try to blame it on the alcohol, or the tiredness, or maybe even the stress, but the next words come out of your mouth before your mind has time to process them.
"Have you guys ever... You know..."
The sentence is accompanied by a vague hand gesture which you yourself don't really know what is supposed to mean.
You can feel two pairs of eyes setting on your form as soon as you open your mouth, and the tickling sensation that follows is certainly not something to dwell on later.
"No, I don't, actually," Roy says, and you can hear the smirk on his face in his voice, a sound that has become so familiar without you even realizing.
A groan escapes your lips as you lift your head. When you meet their eyes you immediately regret your decision, wishing you had kept avoiding eye contact.
"I mean, have you ever- umm. How can I say this properly?" you ask yourself, mostly. "Have you ever blown off some steam? Physically. With each other."
The silence that follows makes you wish the earth would just swallow you whole, but the words that are spoken next are no better.
"You're asking if we ever fucked?"
Jason doesn't seem particularly shaken by your question as he replies. In fact, there's a hint of amusement in his tone, which you're sure is also shared by Roy.
"...Did you?" you murmur, unsure where the conversation might lead to.
"Yeah, like, a couple of times," Roy replies nonchalantly, scratching the back of his neck in a way that makes his bicep look edible.
Your eyes move back to your hands, unsure on what to do with that information, or the fact that they were so willing to give it to you.
"What? Are you jealous, princess?"
The pet name Jason had been using ever since that night when you met the pair makes your body feel even warmer than the humid summer heat surrounding you. Despite that, you force yourself to form a reply.
"What?" you retort, meaning to sound indignant, but landing on a sputtering mess instead. "I- What? No, I'm not... Just curious, that's all."
The lie is thick, almost choking you, and the shared look between the two men only makes it worse.
Why did you open your mouth in the first place? What were you trying to accomplish anyway?
"Aww," the redhead coos, "look at our girl. Flustered and all."
They had never referred to you as that — as theirs — or at least, they had never done it in front of you, but the heat pooling in your lower belly is certainly not unpleasant.
"Do you need that?"
"Uh?"
At the sight of your pretty face plastered with confusion and embarrassment, Jason adds, "To blow off some steam. Do you need that?"
Your eyes move from one man to the other, and they can read in your gaze that you're considering it, despite everything in you mind screaming at you that this is not a good idea.
"Come on, doll. Don't go all shy on us now," Roy teases you. "We can make you feel real good, right Jay?"
The other man simply hums, but you suspect that his confidence is just a facade, and he's just as nervous as you are.
There are two roads in front of you now: you can either decline or accept their offer. You know that whatever your decision might be, they would never hold it against you. The only problem is, you want to accept —really, really bad — and you shouldn't, because there would be consequences.
As you keep pondering your options, their eyes never move from you. That's how they immediately realize you've made up your mind.
"We're gonna need to hear you say it first, sweetheart," Jason says, trying to hide his own nervousness.
A moment goes by.
"I want to blow off some steam. With you."
Roy's mouth curls into a satisfied grin as he motions for you to get closer. You set aside the empty bottle and crawl in his direction. Once you're sitting in front of him, he pats his thighs, silently asking you to sit on his lap.
You comply, and the feeling of his toned legs underneath you makes heat rise up to your face. While one of his hands remains planted behind him to support his weight, the other tentatively reaches your face and cups your jaw.
Your eyes fall to his lips and he gets the message, pulling your closer and kissing you. At first the movements are unsure and the rhythm isn't smooth, but quickly you fall into a dance you had rehearsed long ago, despite pretending it had never happened the following morning.
Both of you are so lost in it that you don't hear Jason coming up behind you. You only realize as he moves your hair out of the way to gently kiss your neck. They're just small pecks at first, but once he eases into it, they become open mouthed kisses alternated with some bites, quickly soothed by his tongue.
Roy's hand moves from your face to your waist, before sliding down to your ass and squeezing. The sensation makes you let out a sigh, and he takes advantage of it by sliding his tongue inside your mouth.
As the kiss turns messy and hungry, Jason begins groping your tits, gently moving his fingers over your clothed nipples. The feeling of the two men's touches makes you clench your thighs.
It only gets worse once you break the kiss to catch your breath, and Roy and Jason start making out with you still sitting on the redhead's lap. The sight is obscene in the best way possible, making you move your hands from where they had been previously resting on Roy's shoulder. You place one hand on each of the two men's heads and begin to guide the kiss, feeling your own wetness begin to drench your underwear.
Jason's hands in the meantime move to the waistband of your pants, making you shiver at the sensation of him playing with it, before sliding one hand past it. A moan escapes your parted lips at the feeling of his rough digits feeling your needy cunt over the wet panties.
He smiles into the kiss, and without breaking it completely he pants against Roy's lips, "Shit, you should feel how wet she is right now."
The redhead smirks after biting Jason's lower lip, and, while sneaking a glance in your direction, teases, "Oh, yeah? Does it turn you to see us make out, pretty girl?"
Your mouth opens to reply, but no words come out after Jason pushes your panties to the side and gathers some of your wetness to bring it to your clit.
The neediness in the sounds you start making as he begins to play with the bundle of nerves should embarrass you, but the sensation is too good for you to care.
Your hold on their hair tightens when Jason slips two fingers inside you, but the whine you were about to let out gets swallowed by Roy's mouth as he starts to kiss you again.
Jason's motions are careful at first, trying to get your cunt to ease around his fingers, but once you get used to it, the slow movement aren't enough anymore.
"Please Jay," you whine, breaking the kiss with Roy just to look at the other man with glassy eyes and pouty lips.
"Does our girl need more, uh? You're such a needy girl, aren't you sweetheart?" Roy says, sounding so condescending you might have punched him in the face if Jason's fingers didn't feel so good inside you.
"P-Please," you sigh, trying to move your hips to meet Jason's movements.
"Don't worry, princess. Jaybird is going to take real good care of you."
As if on cue, Jason's fingers start moving faster, and his other hand begins to massage your puffy clit. In the meantime, Roy starts kissing your neck and leaving marks you're going to have an hard time justifying tomorrow, but all you can focus on right now is how good your boys are making you feel.
The coil in your lower belly tightens, and the sound of your moans mixed with the squelching noise of Jason fingering you fills the otherwise silent safe house.
"Oh, fuck- I'm close," you whine, gripping your boys' hair even harder as you close your eyes, basking in the pleasure of the moment.
Your orgasm washes over you, and for a moment everything else seems to disappear. You tired body slumps onto Roy's as Jason carefully slides his fingers out of your cunt.
They're covered in your arousal, glistening even in the poorly lit room, but before you can process anything, Jason moves his hand near Roy's mouth. Without being told anything, he parts his lips and starts licking Jason's fingers clean.
"Fuck, you taste so good sweetheart," Roy basically moans, moving his free hand to grip the other man's wrist, vigorously sucking and licking his digits.
The sight alone turns you on even more — if that's even possible — and both of them can definitely tell by the size of your pupils.
"C'mere, doll. Taste yourself," Roy murmurs before burying a hand in your hair and crashing your lips together.
The taste of your juices on his tongue is inebriating, so much so that the only thing keeping you grounded is the feeling of Jason's hands on your body, trying to pull down your underwear and your pants in a single motion.
Roy angles your body to help the other man, and momentarily breaks the kiss to take off your shirt as well, leaving you completely bare in front of the two still fully clothed men.
"Your turn, now," you tease them with a hungry glint in your eyes.
They comply with your request, quickly getting rid of their own clothes, throwing them on the floor without a care in the world, solely focused on what they're going to do to you next.
Jason takes your hand gently, and walks to the couch, making sure you follow behind him. It only takes a few steps for you to feel Roy's hand land on your ass with a loud smack, and when you turn your head to glare at him, he simply smirks and walks past you, settling in the couch.
His legs are spread wide enough for you to settle between them. Behind you, you can feel the warmth of Jason's body, as he places on hand on you shoulder and applies some gentle pressure, making you kneel.
The rug makes the landing easier on your knees, but even if it weren't the case, the discomfort would have been worth it considering how close your face is to Roy's cock.
The tip is already red and leaking with precum — the pretty moans you were making earlier were enough to turn him on. Unable to wait any longer you wrap your hand around the hilt and begin to pamper the throbbing tip with some kitten licks.
The reaction is immediate: Roy moans obscenely, throwing back his head, and reaching for your scalp, resting his hand there.
As you continue with your ministration, Jason's big hands settle on your hips, aligning them with his own aching cock. After gathering some of your wetness with his tip, he slowly buries himself inside your tight cunt.
While Jason's thrusts get faster, you finally wrap your lips around Roy's dick, careful not to use your teeth. Your hand keeps moving at the base, covering what you can't reach with your mouth.
The vibrations of the moans Jason is getting out of you only make the experience better for the redhead, who has started to guide your movements with the hand tangled in your hair.
"That's it," he groans, "sucking me so good while getting fucked like a slut."
Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, as your walls flutter around Jason's cock, buried deep inside you.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck."
Behind you, the grip on your hips tightens enough to leave behind some bruises, and before you know it, thick ropes of cum flood your cunt.
You stop sucking Roy's dick to turn around and glance at Jason. He's a mess, face stained with some tears you didn't know he had shed, still trembling from his orgasm.
"M'sorry," he mumbles, hiding his face between your shoulder blades and wrapping his strong arms around your waist. "I've been dreaming about this moment for so long, and you just felt so good, and I-"
Before he can keep apologizing, you reach for his face and give him a reassuring kiss, gently caressing his cheek.
"It's alright. No need to apologize."
Roy, who had observed the entire scene with an unreadable look on his face, drags you onto his lap, making you feel the outline of his hard cock without penetrating you yet. He presses his chest to your back, mixing the sheen of sweat covering his skin with your own. His hand grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your head back, brushing the shell of your ear with his lips.
"You've been so good with your mouth, baby," he says, making a shiver run down your spine. "Wanna show our one pump chump whatcha can do?"
The whole time, despite talking to you, he had been making eye contact with Jason, and you swear you saw the man's dick twitch in response to the redhead's mocking words.
"Yes, please," you plead, your mouth already watering at the idea of feeling the weight of Jason's cock on your tongue.
Without any warning, Roy uses his grip on your hair to push your head down, while he, after giving his own dick a few pumps, aligns himself to your entrance, still leaking with Jason's warm release.
You don't have much time to adjust to the new intrusion before Roy starts giving you instructions on how to blow Jason off.
"Now, start by kissing his tip. Yeah, just like that. And use your hands for the base. Slowly. Don't want him cumming too fast like a virgin. Not again."
You do as told, relishing the sweet sounds coming out of Jason's mouth. While doing so, Roy's grip on your hair never loosens. Instead he keeps guiding you.
Meanwhile, you start moving your hips as well, desperately trying to create some friction. Roy understands immediately what you want, and moves his hips as well, trying you meet you halfway.
"Now open up and start sucking. Just like you did with me, pretty girl."
The redhead's hand guides your movements, and that mixed with how his thrusts make you body rock forward, makes you gag around Jason's cock a few times.
The warm cum that had previously filled your pussy leaks on Roy's dick, turning his base milky white.
"Use your free hand to play with his balls. He loved that last time I did it."
You decide to ignore the implications of his words and simply start palming Jason's heavy balls, careful not to do it too roughly.
"Good girl," the redhead groans approvingly.
Roy wasn't lying, and the whimper that Jason lets out proves as much. Your own gets muffled by his cock, as you keep sucking, not bothering with the tears that start running down your cheeks and the saliva wetting your chin.
The redhead's thrusts never slow down, not even as Jason cums a second time. You keep sucking, gathering every drop of his release in your mouth. Without missing a beat, Roy pulls your face closer to his and parts his lips.
He whorishly moans as you let Jason's cum drip from your parted lips to his open mouth, before pulling him in for a messy kiss, continuing to share the warm liquid.
This seems to be enough for Roy to bury himself deep inside you and reach his orgasm as well, shortly followed by your own.
You stay like that for a moment, with Roy still inside you and Jason standing in front of you, still coming down from the high of his two previous orgasms.
Carefully, Roy slides out of you, and you can feel his cum leaking out of your stretched out hole.
What you expect to happen next is for them to bring you a wet cloth and clean you, maybe cuddle a little, before going to sleep and waking up the next day pretending that nothing ever happened.
What you don't expect is for Jason to drop on his knees, place his hands on your thighs and begin to lick your puffy clit.
"Hey, get off of her! I wanted to do that!"
Jason moves his face just enough to reply, looking like the cat who got the cream.
"Looks like I got here first," he comments, before resuming his ministration.
Roy quickly moves from underneath you, and tries to push Jason away from his place between your legs, desperately lapping at your leaking cunt, completely unbothered by his own cum.
A dance of tongues takes place, as both of them fight for dominance while eating you out. Your legs begin to tremble, and the sensation of their mouths on you is too much too bear.
"'s too much," you babble, your brain turning into complete mush, but they won't have it.
"Just another one." "Yeah, can you do that princess?"
Your head hits the back of the couch, and your third orgasms crashes over you like waves crashing against rocks, making your vision turn black for a few seconds.
Your chest moves up and down along with your heavy breathing, making you momentarily forget about the situation at hand.
You're brought back to reality as they both settled on the couch next to you, enveloping you between their warm bodies. The apartment turns quiet again, and the sound of the city start reclaiming your attention.
That's until Roy decides to tease you one last time.
"Did that help you blow off some steam?"
A/N: This was the fic! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated, even if it's criticism (as long as it's constructive). I love talking with you angels, so my dms and inbox are always open!
☆┇ Jason cannot keep his hands off of you. Ever. Whether that’s a hand on your thigh under the table, holding your hand when in public, or wrapping his hands around your waist during my intimacy. He isn’t good with words, so he tries to speak through touch.
☆┇Jason gets HORRIBLE nightmares. He never tells you what they’re about, either. Sometimes it’s just shaking and whimpering next to you in bed. You usually wrap yourself around him and it stops. Sometimes it’s screams, hyperventilating, and sweat. All you can do is try to wake him gently; when he does wake, all he can do is sob.
☆┇This asshole LOVES to dirty talk. He’ll call you a slut while fucking you in a mating press, sticking a thumb into your mouth and watching you obediently suck on it. He’ll tug on your hair, bite down on your skin, and call you a million different names. (All with consent ofc.)
☆┇He isn’t a huge pet name user. He’ll call you baby or darling occasionally, but most of the time it’ll be your full name or some sort of variant. He also loves to use your middle name. He always says it in a teasing tone, but deep down, it’s genuine.
☆┇He shuts down whenever things get too much. He once came home after a week of rough patrols and just…collapsed on the floor. He was emotionless. He didn’t want you to worry, but he just couldn’t take it anymore.
☆┇He’s a bitch when he’s sick. He gets super clingy and whiny, and yet he still tries to work. One time, he got a 104 fever and needed to be taken to the hospital. Once he was there, he wouldn’t let the doctors give him an IV. Through his fever delirium, he begged for you to stop them because he didn’t want to be like his mother. He didn’t understand through the heavy haze of sickness. It broke your heart.
☆┇Jason loves to give you massages. They don’t always lead to intimacy, either. He has a whole collection of lotions and essential oils and roll-on oil treatments that he keeps in a basket under his nightstand just for you. He always manages to massage you to sleep.
☆┇When you two first started dating, he didn’t let you see his scars at all. He would make you leave the room when he changed. He would keep a shirt on during intimacy and always, ALWAYS keep the lights off. When you finally caught glimpses of them, he went silent. He expected you to be disgusted. Frightened. Maybe even shocked. All you did was kiss them gently, and he cried softly as he realized that he wasn’t completely repulsive.
☆┇Total size kink. He loves to watch your face as his cock stretches your tight, glistening pussy. He loves hearing your breathless whines as he picks up the pace. Loves to watch your eyes go hazy with pleasure, your hands gripping his shoulders. He loves when you ride him, and you take him inch by inch, and even after that, all you can do is sit. Loves to watch you limp around the next day.
Ok that’s it I love you all thanks for the support and let me know if you want a part two with different characters!⋆.˚˚☽˚.⋆✧₊⁺⋆.˚
Dick Grayson x crazygf! reader and Jason Todd x crazygf!reader
Summary: You find out that they still kind of talk to their ex. It's professional, but you're not over it.
TW: Kind of smutty, death mentioned (Jason's part)
DICK GRAYSON
"Just answer the fucking question, Dick! Did you sleep with her in the Batcave? Yes or no?”
"No!" Dick groaned, dragging his hands down his face, his voice cracking with frustration. His eyes were bloodshot. "We did not do it in the Batcave. Why the fuck are we talking about this right now? It is two in the morning!"
"Because I looked at your phone and her name is 'Babs 🌶️'!"
"That's a chili pepper! It means she handles the red-alert comms, you psychotic brat! It’s an emergency tag!"
"I don't care! It looks like a fucking sexting emoji!" You dropped to your knees on the mattress, crawling over to him and slamming your knees right into his thighs. You grabbed his jaw, fingers digging into his skin, forcing him to look at you. "Who’s the better kisser? Me or her? Don't lie to me. Did you guys used to make out on roofs? Did she use tongue? Does she do that little sigh thing I do when you touch her? Tell me!"
"Jesus Christ, Babe," Dick choked out, his chest heaving, looking genuinely stressed. "You are lightyears better. You're fucking incredible. Please, look at me, you're the only one I want. Can we please stop this?"
"No! Because I’m prettier than her, right? Obviously I’m prettier. Look at my fucking face." You shoved your face inches from his, your eyes wide. "But she’s so good with your dad! Ugh! It makes me want to vomit! She talks to Bruce, and he actually responds like a human being! I tried to talk to him last week and he treated me like I was gum on the bottom of his shoe! She has history with your fucked-up family, Dick! Did you guys fuck while you were living there? In his house?!"
"No! Never! I swear to God, never!" Dick’s hands came up, grabbing your wrists, his palms sweating. He looked completely panicked now. "Babe, please, you’re making shit up. I hate when Bruce does that to people, I literally moved to Blüdhaven to get away from him. I don't want her. I don't want any of them. I want you."
"Are you sure?" you whimpered, the anger turning desperate. You shifted, straddling his lap entirely, your bare thighs rubbing hard against his sweatpants, feeling how stiff he already was despite the stress. "Because she has that red hair. You like the red hair, don't you? Did you pull it? Did you bend her over the fucking desk in the cave?"
Dick’s grip tightened on your hips, an irritated groan escaping his lips. He was miserable that you were this upset, but the feeling of you grinding against his crotch was pushing him over the edge. "I didn't bend her over anything. Stop saying that shit, it’s making me sick. I don't give a fuck about her. Right now, I care about the fact that you’ve been screaming at me for forty minutes, your nipples are hard against my chest, and you’re tearing me apart."
"I'm upset babe, you’re friends with your fucking ex!" you snapped, tears of pure rage blurring your vision. "You talk to her every day! I feel like a fucking idiot!"
"Babe, you’re losing your fucking mind, please don't cry," Dick mumbled, his voice breaking as he pulled you down, burying his face in your neck, holding you so tight it bruised. He was completely desperate to fix it, terrified you were actually going to leave him. He nipped hard at the skin right over your collarbone. "You want to know what we did? Nothing like this. She never made me feel like this. She never made me want to rip my own hair out just to get her to shut up and take my dick."
"You're just saying that," you panted, your legs already wrapping around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer, feeling him throbbing against your cunt through his pants. "You're just trying to manipulate me because you know your body is perfect."
"I'm not manipulating you, I’m fucking begging you," he hissed, flipping you under him so fast your head hit the pillow. He pinned your hands above your head, his face paler than usual "Look at me. Look at my eyes. I will block her number right now if you want me to. I'll do whatever the fuck you want. Just tell me you're mine."
"Prove it then," you choked out, pulling at his sweatpants "Put it in me right now and make me forget her fucking name."
"Shut up," he muttered, slamming his mouth down on yours, cutting off any other unhinged theories you had left as his hand ripped his sweats down.
JASON TODD
"Who the fuck is 'Artie'?" you shrieked. "Who the fuck is she, Jason? Because I just saw a message pop up on your secure line that said 'Rain check, Big Guy,' and I know for a goddamn fact it isn't one of your freak-show brothers!"
Jason froze, his knuckles turning white around the rifle barrel. He set it down with a heavy clatter and finally looked up, his green eyes flashing. "Are you fucking kidding me right now? You’re going through my secure comms? Are you out of your goddamn mind?"
"Answer the fucking question!" You stepped right into his chest, shoving him hard enough to make his boots slide an inch "Is that Artemis? The giant Amazon? The one you were playing house with in the desert? Are you still fucking her? Why’d she call you ‘big guy’!? Your dick’s not even that big!”
"We haven’t done shit since before I even knew you existed!" Jason argued, standing up to his full height, towering over you as his chest heaved. "She’s a teammate! What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Oh, a teammate? So you didn't bend her over that ancient shit in Egypt?" you screamed right back, getting entirely in his face, your chest heaving against his. "Did you taste her? Did she taste better than me? Did you love it when she pinned you down, you fucking manwhore? Tell me right now! Did you put your mouth on her?!"
"We didn't fuck in the desert! We were trying not to get killed, you crazy bitch!" Jason snapped, his eyes were glowing green. He grabbed your wrists with an iron-tight grip, his fingers digging into your skin as he shook you. "You are making up disgusting, toxic shit in your head because you're insecure! Stop fucking yelling at me about shit from six years ago!"
"Is it because I'm not as strong as her?!" you went off, completely pivoting into a breathless rant, the words tearing out of you like a flood. "Is that what it is? You want some giant warrior bitch who can toss you around? Or is it the red hair? Are you obsessed with redheads? Is that why you're always so fucking chummy with her and Roy?! Oh my god, do you want to fuck Roy too?! Are you into guys?! Because I'm not a fucking guy, Jason! I can't be a guy for you! What the fuck do you want from them, do you want a threesome or some shit?! Is that what you guys do when you're 'saving the world'?!"
"Are you fucking insane?!" his face twisting in pure, unadulterated disgust and fury. He yanked your wrists down so hard your balance broke.
"Then why are they always texting you?! Why are you always looking at your phone like you miss them?!" you screamed back, your face flushed, tears of absolute blind rage spilling over your eyelashes. "If you're still playing orgy with your little Outlaw club, then I guess it's fair game! I’m gonna fuck my ex!”
"Say that shit again," he snapped. "Say you’re going to go touch another man. Say you’re going to let someone else lay a hand on you. See what fucking happens to both of you. I will hunt him down and paint the fucking walls with him."
"Why do you care?!" you choked out, your heart hammering against your ribs "Go call your Amazon! Go tell Roy how crazy I am while you guys jerk each other off!"
"She was before you! And Roy is my fucking brother!" Jason groaned, you were getting so deep under his skin. "Do you not understand how time works, you idiot?! I haven’t touched her, I don't want to touch her, and I sure as hell don't want a goddamn man I consider my brother! But you want to go fuck your ex?”
"Yeah! Because you're driving me fucking insane!" you screamed back, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper into the apex of your thighs. You could feel how insanely hard he was through his sweatpants "You're a liar! You're a dirty, lying fuckboy!"
"Shut the fuck up!" Jason snarled, his hand flying from your throat to catch your jaw, his thumb digging brutally into your cheek to force your mouth open. "I am not a liar. I am fucking obsessed with you. I haven't looked at another woman since the day I went out with you, and you're being a loon”
"Prove it then," you panted, your teeth baring as you bit down lightly on his thumb "If they're nothing, text them right now telling them we broke up and if either of them offer you a pity fuck, just know you’re going to die a second time, Todd”
A/n: was this a ploy to get banged hard? yes, yes it was
thinking about your sweet pussy being RESURRECTED KNIGHT! JASON TODD’S good luck charm before going into battle.
being a knight is a tough task for anyone— but for jason? it’s an easy task. and certainly, the fear of dying in battle was one anyone had entertained with… but jason was a rare case of having experienced death— it’s only the fact that he’s a living and walking example of resurrection that he doesn’t fear death anymore. he doesn’t fear bleeding out from stab wounds, he doesn’t fear losing a bought with a fellow knight… no, what he fears most; is not coming home to you.
you gave jason a chance when no one else did— you gave the “skeleton knight” as they call him because he’s a living dead man— a chance… and he never looked at you the same again, in the best way possible.
so, it’s not shocking that when the time comes that he and the fellow knight squadron has to follow king’s orders and fight another kingdom’s knights… he takes the time in the night before to ruin you, ruin your pussy all over again— because he loves you, and the best way he can show that? by letting you ride his cock like this.
“fuck baby, keep bouncing like that.” he whispers in the golden light of your bedroom, the fire place burning golden light onto the walls as the stars in the sky brightened. “fuck you look so gorgeous up ‘here sweetheart.”
you moan louder than you mean to, both hands on his chest, digging into the scars on his chest from both combat and his death itself and looking at him— disheveled as all hell but beautiful in his eyes. “jason- ngh! fuck!”
he nods encouragingly, his left hand running up your chest and cupped your cheek, his right hand remaining on your hip. “just keep going baby… ride me like that…”
“why— why you always gotta leave— fuck!” you whine, knowing the answer but wanting him to say it. “just s-stay… stay here with me, jay…”
he chuckles, meeting your bounce half way and thrusting into your fluttering folds, fucking your pussy rough as he begins to meet you halfway consistently. “because hun… it’s my job… i promise to come back to you, sweetheart.” he whispers, leaning up and pressing a kiss to your trembling lips, feeling you moan against him. “never leaving this pretty lil face alone… ‘promise.”
you couldn’t stop the moans from leaving your lips, your right hand stay on his chest and the other wraps into his black hair, nails digging deep. “jason! oh! fuck! right there— ngh!”
jason didn’t stop the smile from staying on his lips, squeezing your hips. “that’s why i fuck you this good, baby, you’re my good luck charm— haven’t gone a night without fucking you… since the night i met you.”
you tried to bite back but you couldn’t… only moans and his name falling from your mouth— he always made sure you knew he loved him with the way his hips move.
“always gonna make you feel good baby.” he continues to whisper, stroking his thumb on your cheek as his other thumb strokes down and begin to rub over your clitorus in a rapid manner. “forget that ‘m going away… just focus on me, hun. you cum for me and i’ll cum in you… promise.”
and you listened to him… cause jason never broke his promises to you! especially when you feel him cum in you no less than three minutes later!
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Warnings: praise kink, hand pinning, sex while a literal crime is happening outside, reckless vigilante behavior, inspired by a scene in Narcos, MDNI
a/n: I fear Jason would actually do this in one of his more deranged moods. The others are probably more willing to leave you high and dry, finish the job, and come back later. Jason knows Bruce raised enough children to cover his ass.
Jason Todd is probably one of the few vigilantes who would rather finish what he started with you than rush off to help with the burning building caused by a car explosion a few streets away.
Don't start thinking that Jason doesn't care about Gotham. He loves Gotham, actually. Enough that the city has shaved years off his life and been the reason for his demise more than once. But does he care enough to pull out of the sweet, velvety walls of your pussy?
No, actually.
Bruce raised enough Bat-children for that particular reason.
You tried to get up when the first blast rattled the windows, but Jason was far faster. One broad hand caught both of your wrists and pinned them above your head while the other dragged your ankle to its rightful place over his shoulder, rough fingers curling around your calf as he settled his weight over you again.
"Jason, you have to go. What even was that?"
"Car bomb," he practically purred, pushing the leaky tip of his cock back into your pussy like the explosion had been nothing more than a minor interruption.
You tried to form a protest. Really, you did. But your protest amounted to little more than slapping one of his biceps when he cooed about how wet you were for him. His hips moved in slow, lazy strokes, making it increasingly difficult to remember the rest of the lecture you had prepared for him.
Another siren screamed somewhere outside, followed by the distant crackle of fire and shouting. Red and blue light flashed through the broken blinds of his safehouse, moving over Jason's naked body in restless streaks. It illuminated the sweat running between his pecs and caught in the pale scars scattered across his chest as he folded you deeper beneath him.
His green eyes never left your face, not even when another siren joined the first, while Gotham continued doing what Gotham did best.
Falling apart.
"Y-you need to go, Jay," you insisted, forcing the words between the moans slipping from your lips as he continued hitting that weak spot
"In a minute," he answered with a wink and a firm squeeze around your wrists.
God, Jason could be mean when he wanted to be. Today just happened to be one of those days.
Apparently, a minute meant whenever he was finished pulling every pretty sound he could from your lips, listening to the wet drag of your pussy around his cock whenever he found the spot that curled your toes.
"Couldn't leave you like this. So needy," he muttered against your throat, planting a constellation of kisses along your skin. The scrape of his stubble followed each one, rough enough to leave you warm before his lips soothed over the same spot. "Look at you. So wet for me."
"Jay," you breathed.
His palm pressed against the bulge his cock made low in your stomach, buried so deep inside you that you could barely breathe. You had a perfectly good argument prepared about how wrong it was for him to still be inside you while people were probably panicking in the streets, but then he pushed your leg farther back and rolled his hips again, and suddenly civic responsibility became a very difficult concept to hold on to.
"Gorgeous," he mused against your throat, kissing the hollow beneath your collarbone.
He finally released your hands, only so you could claw at his broad shoulders while he cupped your breasts. Jason muttered under his breath about how soft you were and how perfectly your breasts fit into his palms while you melted beneath him.
"I know, baby." His thumb and forefinger circled your nipple as it budded beneath his touch with a soft tug. "Gotham's falling apart." His teeth grazed your throat, leaving behind a mark that would darken by morning. "It does that every night."
The radio on the floor beside his helmet and your overnight bag had been going off nonstop by then, voices overlapping through bursts of static.
"Red Hood, respond."
Tim.
"Hood, I didn't come to Gotham to pick up after you. Where the hell are you?"
Dick.
Obviously, Jason was far too occupied to turn off the radio or do anything about the situation outside.
His grip around your breast tightened as his thrusts grew harder, matching the desperate movement of your hips. The mattress shifted beneath you while he watched your face with an unbearably smug, yet adoring look.
"Pretty thing," he groaned, eyes falling shut as his dark brows pinched together. He muttered about how close he was before catching your mouth with his. "What if I just let the city burn for you, hm?"
A burst of gunfire cracked through the radio and echoed from two streets down, sharp enough to make you flinch and tighten around his cock. Jason only paused long enough to listen, still toying with your breast as he cocked his head slightly.
"Modified M4," he confirmed against your pout. Another burst followed, as did his hips. "Cheap suppressor, too."
The radio crackled again with several increasingly annoyed demands to know where he was. Jason groaned for an entirely different reason and pressed his forehead against yours. His fingers left your breast and slipped between your bodies, finding your clit with practiced ease.
Your back arched before you could stop it.
"There you go," he praised, his mouth brushing across your cheek. "That's it, dove. Let me feel you."
His roughened thumb moved in slow circles, cruel and steady.
"You gonna come on my cock?" he asked, his voice dropping lower. "That what you need?"
The words kept spilling out between kisses, each one rougher and more desperate than the last.
Then Dick mentioned something about tracking Jason's suit and dragging him out himself.
That finally got a reaction.
Not the reaction Dick wanted, obviously.
Jason hooked an arm around your waist and hauled you upright until you were straddling him, your knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. His hands settled at your waist, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of your sides as he guided you down again.
"Then we'd better finish before he gets here."
"Jason, I swear to God - "
"Yeah?" His green eyes glinted beneath lowered lashes. "Tell him how good I make you feel."
You made an offended little noise, but Jason only laughed and caught your lower lip between his teeth before kissing you again.
"That's my baby," he murmured, hands tightening around your waist as his thrusts grew meaner beneath you. Chest pressed against yours. The sound of skin hitting skin and all the lewd noises of your cunt filling the room. "So soft. So perfectly made for me. Don't know how you expect me to leave when you feel this good."
Outside, sirens wailed. The radio kept spitting out his name. Red light slid through the blinds while Gotham tried to tear itself apart a few streets away.
"You are genuinely the worst vigilante in Gotham."
"But I'm your favorite," Jason laughed as he pushed himself impossibly deeper.
You could bite, scratch, curse, and remind him that people were literally depending on him, but he answered every protest with another kiss and harsh thrust.
He was not leaving until both of you came.
And even then, Jason Todd had never been particularly good at stopping after one round.
i’m all for the angst potential of Dick Grayson being the one kid that Bruce never legally adopted and rather just kept as a ward and that causing insecurities for Dick, but at the moment all i can think about is how much funnier it would be if it was the complete other way round regarding who felt rejected about the whole thing. Tim and Damian find out Dick isn’t a legal adoptee of Bruce Wayne and rally to ‘have their brother’s back’ and go to confront Bruce on the matter, and Jason’s next to him when it happens and he starts crying laughing while Bruce just gets a really uncomfortable look on his face.
Jason, losing his mind: you think- you think BRUCE excluded DICK?! no no no bubba, it’s the other way around,
Bruce: *looking at the ground intently*
Damian: i don’t understand. why did Father not adopt Grayson then?
Jason, genuinely struggling to breathe: he- he tried- *high pitched, now on his hands and knees on the floor to wheeze* Dick- god this is my favourite story ever- Dick didn’t want him-
Tim and Damian:
Tim and Damian: what.
Bruce, blushing slightly: it wasn’t that he didn’t want me, we were just in different places in the relationship,
Jason: *wheezes*
Bruce: Jason shut up.
Tim: i don’t understand.
Jason: he- he asked Dick if he wanted to be adopted, and Dick looked him right in the fucking eyes and went ‘nah, thanks.’ and walked away,
Damian: …are you being serious?
Bruce: he didn’t want anybody to take a legal role that could replace his parents, which is fully understandable and i respect it completely; he’s my child regardless of the legal specifics,
Jason: *dry heaving on the floor*
Bruce: …though it did sting a little bit when i told him ‘you know in my heart you are my son, right?’ and he looked at me and said ‘yeah.’ and nothing else.
Jason: *painful wheeze*
Bruce, starting to get slightly indignant: …-it’s also just slightly awkward whenever people come up to me and bring it up- all ‘why don’t you adopt Dick, don’t you want to?’ and then they list off all the benefits of legally adopting him and i have to stand there staring at them thinking ‘yeah i fucking agree.’
Tim and Damian:
Tim: i’m starting to think we’ve struck a nerve here,
Bruce: -you know i really poured my heart into that ‘i want to adopt you’ speech—had a powerpoint and everything, told him i loved him, basically got down on one knee with the contract. and this little shit stared me in the face wearing my fucking hand-me-downs, and was like ‘i think we should just be friends’ like how in the hell-
Jason, weakly from the floor: god i’m- please, i’m in pain,
Tim and Damian: *awkwardly watching Bruce rant while Jason cries on the floor next to him*
Tim and Damian:
Damian: this may have been a mistake-
Tim: does this mean that Jason being adopted was basically just Dick breaking up with Bruce and Bruce being so heartbroken that he went and rebounded with the first kid he found on the nearest street corner?
Arguing with Jason is always something so heartbreaking. Mdni
Contrary to what many believe you and Jason do argue a lot, way more than a healthy couple should, but not in a toxic-relationship kind of way. Jason has had a fucked up life and thus has become extremly paranoid and very, very, very protective over you. It has gotten to a point where he starts becoming too overbearing over you and you feel like you can‘t breathe anymore without him trying to breathe in the air before you do to make sure it‘s safe. But one thing about Jason is that no matter how many times you argue he will never let you leave the apartment, or leave it himself. Gotham is cruel on a good day, and he knows exactly what waits beyond the apartment door. No matter how angry he is, he'll never let you leave while emotions are running high. If anyone is going to walk away, it's him usually to sit in the bathroom or lean against the kitchen counter until his heartbeat settles. Other times Jason goes with a more intimate way of reconciling what you two have.
Whenever you two finish arguing Jason often just stands and looks at you. You, with your chest heathing from how hard you are trying to control yourself from saying something you know you will regret. You with your eyes that flit between his burning with…hatred?
It‘s always the same dance with you two.
He will let you go to the Bedroom and sit on the edge of the bed while you are still frustrated with your hands running all over your face. He will follow behind you like a puppy and drop down onto the floor infront of you. Warm hands caressing your thighs, still not saying one singular word. You would take a deep breath and one of your hand will find the side of his face to cradle it. He will nuzzle against it while pressing soft kisses into your palm before dropping to kiss your thighs up and down all the while he mutters apologies into your skin as though he could tattoo them into you.
Soon enough he will have you on your back moaning and withering beneath his hands as he licks and kisses you. The slurp noises he was making were obscene and mixed in-between the apologizes and his love confessions that he would mumble against you. After some time your hand finds his hair and you grip at it to pull him up for air and to give yourself a break from his restlessness and he will sit there grasping for it. He will sit there grasping for you.
Head tilted to the side beneath your hand, and his lips that were plump, swollen, and wet with your cum are parted as his eyebrows furrow. Still panting for air his eyes flick between yours;
,,I love you, y‘know that yeah?“
Even if you didn‘t, he will make sure you do by morning.
Jason Todd, who would do anything for you. Need help burying a body? He’s your man. A shovels already in hand and a kiss is being dropped to your forehead as he tells you to let him take care of it. Or- better yet- you want him to kill someone for a you? Well, you just wanted him to scare them- but he was not lying when he said that he would do anything for you. Whoever was causing you problems was unexpectedly gone within the hour, no questions asked. On a more casual level, Jason doing anything for you would include dropping to one knee in the middle of a crowded street to tie your shoelaces for you. It would involve him leaving mid-briefing to go grab you your favorite pastry because you were craving it at two in the morning. And doing your skincare routine for you because you were too tired after a long day (he memorized it by watching you intently every single night, even when he thought you weren’t looking). There’s nothing Jason Todd wouldn’t do for you- big or small- and he proves it to you day in and day out.
warnings: nsfw ― mdni, reader is anatomically female, porn w minimal plot, filth...like a lot of it, unprotected sex (pls don't do this), creampie, breeding kink sorta, vaginal penetration, brief dry humping, vaginal fingering, prone bone, lowkey aggressive sex, dirty talk, praise, daddy kink :D, jason says 'good girl' :DDDD, size kink if you squint, mild possessiveness if you squint, biting, some clit play, mild language
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thinking of early mornings with jason, where one moment he's snoring on his side of the bed before rolling over and scooping you into his arms, smooshing his cheek into your barely covered chest. before you can even open your eyes, his lips are hot on your skin, kissing with a reverence that makes your heart ache and the heat between your legs throb.
it isn't some special occasion.
he simply wants to make love to every part of you, your soul. the sacred devotion this early in the morning genuinely rewires your brain.
he's got you wrapped around his finger, and you equally as much. you're both absolutely smitten with each other. but that's right where you want to be. wrapped up in the mess of your limbs, breaths intermingling as your hips lazily rut into one another.
his length prods through the thin fabric of his boxers, catching your clit just right through the flimsy lace of your panties. your hands are firm on his arms, flexing at the feeling of your nails gently sinking into his skin. both of your eyes remain hooded, a particular roll of his hips eliciting a wrecked moan from you.
"jay," his name falls from your lips like a sinful prayer.
it only eggs him on. it makes him want to pursue your pleasure even further, to pull the breathiest of moans from your plush lips, to have you melt into complete putty and quiver beneath him.
so he does just that.
"just relax, honey," he rolls you flat onto your stomach, already pressing hot kisses to the curve of your neck, down your shoulder. "i got you. let me make you feel good, mama."
the graze of his fingers along your backside has your hips recklessly pushing back into him, eager for more. he moves even slower, dragging your panties down your legs at a pace that indicates no urgency.
his breath catches when a string of your arousal follows the crotch of your panties, your folds glistening before his eyes. already so wet, completely prepared to take all of him.
his fingers are heavy between your legs, parting your lips to spread your slick before sinking home. there's no gradual stretch ― just two fingers prying you open like they belong there.
"mm, fuck, baby."
your words are muffled by the fluff of your pillow, hips moving in tandem with each push of his fingers. your thighs briefly squeeze around his wrist, slightly halting his ministrations.
"gotta open up for me, sweet girl," he murmurs, pressing a kiss right beneath your ear. "gonna let me make you feel good, right, sweetheart?"
he lives for this shit. absolutely fiends for the way your walls drip for him, the way they try to swallow up everything that he gives you. you try to nod, hips still wriggling for him to stop talking and just give you more.
he simply laughs at your weak attempt, firmly pressing one hand to the small of your back.
"patience, mama," he hums, fingers slowly starting to massage your gummy walls again. "patience."
quiet whimpers and low whines rip from your throat with each push of his hand. then his digits curl beautifully against that spot that drives you mad.
"oh, fuck― jay," you gasp, one hand reaching back to tug at his wrist.
he tuts, hissing when your nails press dull crescents into his flesh. he doesn't stop his movements.
"damn, ma," a dark chuckle vibrates through his chest. "that good?"
you can hear the smirk in his voice. if this man wasn't so hot, built to perfection, you'd be pissed. instead, it goes straight to your core, walls clenching around his two thick fingers.
drool pools beneath your pouted lips, coating them in that glossy sheen that makes jason's brain short circuit.
"want more, jay," you attempt to catch his eyes through your hooded ones, moaning softly. "please gimme more."
a grumble resounds from deep within. the sight of you so worked up does nothing to quell the ache in his boxers.
he doesn't even pretend to consider it, pulling his fingers out of you with an earnest "sorry, baby."
his boxers are flung across the room in seconds. his cock rests heavy in his palm, head red and leaking. a few quick pumps are all that he can spare before he's pressing himself to your heat, sloppily running his tip through your folds.
the sounds that leave both of your mouths are lewd. you're sure that you're dripping all over the sheets, but you can't bring yourself to care at all. he continues like that for a bit, whimpering when he barely nudges at your entrance.
you prop yourself onto your elbows, head falling between your shoulders as his hips finally push forward. cacophonic moans spill from your mouth, already coming undone. his free hand finds your hip, deliberately feeding every girthy inch to your greedy cunt.
he shushes you, pressing his lips to the flexed muscles of your back and shoulders.
"'m right here, baby," he stills for a moment before filling you to the hilt, ripping the breathiest moan from your chest. "right fuckin' here, mama."
he sets a harrowing pace ― one that makes you feel every inch and every vein, yet has you damn near bawling out for more.
your fingers clutch a pillow against your chest, the fluff collecting your pathetic moans and stray tears. your thighs are quivering already, fighting the urge to just push back and use him however you please.
"so fuckin' big," you weep when his hips smack the plush of your ass.
his hands abandon your hips, slipping his forearms under your frame instead. he's impossibly deep. you swear you can feel him in your lungs at this point.
another desperate cry urges his hips to move faster, eager for more of those pretty sounds to ring in his ear.
"this pussy was made for me," he muses. "you were fuckin' made for me, sweetheart."
your thighs press closer together, heightening the sensation of his cock nestled deep between your walls.
"baby, fuck, i c― i can't take it," you mewl, fingers curling deeper into the fluff beneath your chest.
his hips pick up their pace, slapping your ass with obscene whack, whack, whacks.
"hell, you can't," he spits, chest shoving down on your back. "you were made for this shit, baby, c'mon. take it."
he bites on your shoulder with enough pressure to get you out of your head. a surprised yelp strings into a moan when his fingers find your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles to the sensitive nub.
"c'mon, honey," he pushes. "let go. come for me. make a mess all over me."
he kisses the blunt bite mark forming on your pretty skin.
"lemme see how good daddy makes you feel."
and that does it.
with one high-pitched gasp, you're falling apart, legs violently trembling as his hips continue to snap forward, drawing out the intensity of your orgasm. your arms give out and the side of your face lands on the pillow as though it'll save you.
"gonna let me fill you up like a good girl, right, baby?"
he has the audacity to whimper as if he's the one being fucked to oblivion. nonetheless, you're nodding wildly.
"fill me up, jay," you blubber with closed eyes. "wan' you to come in me."
he grunts at the feeling of your walls pulsing around him, driving him over the edge shortly afterwards. warm spurts of white paint your insides, shamelessly claiming you as his and his only.
he settles against the warmth of your back, your breaths evening out.
"good fuckin' morning," he croons.
he doesn't pull out, just stays sheathed comfortably. you stir softly when his lips flutter across your back again.
"so," his voice comes out completely wrecked. "me calling myself daddy does it for you, huh?"
you half-heartedly swat a hand at him.
"shut up."
he nips at your shoulder playfully, right where he'd bitten you earlier, and a quiet whimper echoes from the plush of your lips.
"yeah, that's what i thought," he grins to himself, entirely too smug.
gotta give the guy some credit.
a/n: feeling like THAT bitch cause i put out two fics in less than 24 hrs 😎
