puerto rican [nuyorican] jason ! as your boyfie. pairing ! jason todd x fem!reader wc ! 1.8k warnings ! fluff to smut. sub!jason. handjob. slight orgasm denial. cum eating. based on these requests and ii. š i really yapped alot on this one yāall my apologies šš¾
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newyorican! bf jason who grew up around noise. his childhood was loud, sometimes a little messy, dodging cops in Crime Alley but always making it back to his block just in time for somebodyās abuela to call out to him from a window with a jace, come! pastelillos! itās one of the few fond memories he has, that he was never hungry for long and he never ate alone.
newyorican! bf jason who by extension is naturally a good cook. most of his memories are of tightly packed kitchens at somebodyās house where by the sweat of his brow and a million whacks with a wooden spoon in the hands of somebodyās tĆa thatās now his tĆa, he learned.
newyorican! bf jason whose love language is food. heās an absolute monster in the kitchen, makes the best pernil in gotham and will brag about it because that shit falls off the bone, tendernism! if youāre sick, heās cooking. youāre sad? heās cooking. sigh a little bit too loud and heās already grabbing the pots. he doesnāt play about sunday dinners. he will do meal prep the night before if he needs to. heās usually the one with random cravings in the middle of the night, so you will be woken up and offered food.
newyorican! bf jason whose texts you can expect like clockwork when heās out on patrol.
Today, 9:54 PM
jacey š :
mamisota
did you eat yet?
love you ā¤ļø
Today, 9:55 PM
you :
yeah, i got something earlier dw
stay safe, love you too ā¤ļø
Today, 9:57 PM
jacey š :
ā¤· replied to you : āyeah, i got something earlier dwā
real food?
you :
ā¦ i mean, it was takeout so, i think?
jacey š :
put some coffee on and wait for me, iāll come make u something after
newyorican! bf jason whose spanglish really does kick in when heās stressed, tired or worse, turned on. he calls you everything from the classic mi amor and mami to mi vida, mi diosa, and bebesota with that low, needy voice. your name is not even uttered after the first few weeks.
newyorican! bf jason who teaches you slang thinking itāll be a cute little inside joke but you end up unironically using it against him. suddenly youāre calling him a lambe bicho in his own house.
newyorican! bf jason who is sooo easy to ragebait. call him a no sabo kid please. say something exaggerated and pronounced incorrectly i beg you.
āholaaa,ā you drawl, sidestepping him where jason stood in the kitchen, back hunched over the stove and tongue peeking out in concentration ā that task at hand being : watch the plantains fry in the pot. ābueƱos dĆas.ā
āstop,ā he grumbles, side eyeing you then looking back to the pan. āitās nine in the morning, please.ā
āque paso, handsome?ā your arms slip around his middle as you curl up into his side. āiām gonna burn the plantains again, shoo,ā jason complained, bumping you with his hip and you whined.
āmy pretty boyās so mean to me....ā you sigh dramatically, then press a kiss to the side of his jaw with a mischievous hum. ābut so handsome... muy guapo.ā the uptick of his mouth into a little smile gives him away before he turns to you and meets your lips in a sweet kiss, melting immediately at the praise.
the smell of the plantains breaks the moment. āpuƱetaā the fucking things are burningā!ā
newyorican! bf jason who hates silence. he grew up around noise, loud laughter, even louder conversations where everybody talks at once, kids screaming so loud you could hear them from the other end of the block. and music, so much music. heās playing music while he cleans his guns, mouthing along to the lyrics, while he cooks.
newyorican! bf jason who sings. sings in the shower, randomly bursts out into a song for no reason, makes up random lyrics on the spot, serenades you (badly) and who thinks singing is the solution to get your attention, especially when youāre mad at him. youāre giving him the silent treatment after he pissed you off and the moment you come out of the bathroom heās on his knees singing, āpleaaaseeee, ohh-ohhh, wonāt do it agaaiiin, pleaaaaseeeeā give me one more chaaanceāā
newyorican! bf jason who swears he doesnāt dance, but once thereās any sort of rhythm, heās twirling you in his arms and pulling you into his chest for a slow dance, murmuring praises in your ear, oh his beautiful girl...
newyorican! bf jason who falls apart under your touch everytime, and you canāt help but love how scatterbrained he gets when it comes to you.
āThaaatās it, look at me in my eyes while I fuck you, baby.ā
Jasonās head fell back against the couch at your words, his chest heaving. The moonlight made the walls of his apartment glow crimson, lighting the sheen of sweat on his tan skin, dark curls sticking to his forehead.
His thighs were spread wide, shirt unbuttoned at the front where the heatweave hit him the most during tonightās blackout, and his jeans shoved down just enough for your hand to work him properly.
āFuckā¦ baby, just like that,ā he groaned, voice rough as your fist twisted around the head of his swollen cock on the upstroke, slick with his own spit and precum, stroking him just how you knew he liked it. āGod, you feel so goodā¦ shit, itās so fuckinā sensitive.ā
āMhm?ā You grinned wolfishly, your fingertips smearing the stringy mess of arousal all over the tip of him, and he twitched in your hand as you picked up the pace again. āI said look at me,ā you demanded, your other hand grasping his jaw and a whimper left his throat.
āChristā okay, Iām lookingāā his eyes, all glazed over and watery, his eyelashes fluttering, threatening to fall closed with ecstasy stared up at where you straddled his lap with ease. āJust keep doing that, baby, pleaseā¦ā
You squeezed his throbbing cock in your fist once, then twice, and started stroking him faster, the slick, wet sounds of flesh on flesh echoing in the room. āYouāre so good when you want it this bad,ā you giggled.
Jasonās abs flexed hard, his thighs trembling.
āAhāay, fuck!ā he hissed, eyes squeezing shut, his hips bucking up without meaning to. āAsĆ, asĆ, asĆā¦ fuuuckājust like that, ma.ā Jasonās hand shot down to grip your wrist, his mind dizzy from the stimulation as his hips fucked up into your fist desperately, chasing it. āJesusā fuck, you have me talkinā Spanishāā
āDidnāt I tell you to do something?ā You leaned in, your lips brushing the side of his jaw. He let out a broken moan as his eyes opened again, and this time you leaned down to kiss him, his shoulders trembling with each moan released against your lips.
āYouāre driving me crazyāā His voice cracked, his other hand moving to grip the back of your neck to steady himself, as if he was on the verge of passing out. āOh fuckā shit, wait, thatās too muchāā
āShh, take it,ā You twisted your wrist slower, up then down, then right over the head again, thumb pressing against that sensitive spot underneath that made him see stars, and he let out a wrecked sound that went straight between your legs.
āDonāt do this to meā please, please, Iām so fuckinā closeāā
āOh, my big man,ā you cooed, a glint of amusement in your eyes. āSay it properly.ā
āMe estĆ”s matandoā¦ā Jason laughed breathlessly, the sound turning into a broken moan as you squeezed him tighter. āDo you wanna kill me? Is that itāā
You kissed him soft and sweet, and he melted against your lips, up until you stroked him faster again, and he shivered from the sudden stimulation just before you withdrew your hand completely, his cock slapping against his stomach with neglect.
āMamisotaā¦ā he whined.
You hissed your teeth at him. āBeg, properly.ā
āIāll be good, Iāll be so fuckinā good, I swear,ā he whimpered, the words slipping out shaky and desperate. His hips twitched, trying to fuck up against your palm, but you only barely grazed his leaky cock with your fingertips. āNo me hagas estoā¦ Iām so close already. Please, please, Iām begging you. I need to cum so badāā
You sighed long and low, feigning annoyance as you granted him mercy. āYouāre lucky you sound so prettyā¦ā you grumbled, taking him in your fist again, your palm hot and soft around his aching cock and the feel of you made his eyes water.
āCoƱoā¦ fuckāā He forced his eyes to stay open and locked on you, as he stroked the short hairs at the nape of your neck. āIāmā yeah, like thatā Iām right thereā let me cum, pleaseā¦ā
āCum for meā¦ā you whispered against his ear. āYou can do it, itās okay. I want you to, baby.ā
Jasonās head snapped back again, eyes squeezing shut momentarily before his eyes went wide followed by a string of guttural groans. āOh my Godā fuck, mami, Iām gonna cum!ā He held you tight against his chest as hips stuttered hard, thighs shaking and cock pulsing violently in your hand as he reached his peak.
Thick ropes of cum spilled over your fist, coating your fingers, dripping down the length of his shaft and he buried his face in your hair, cursing under his breath as his body jerked with every pulse until he was completely spent.
When he finally sagged against the couch, chest still rising and falling fast, he looked at you with a lazy, fucked-out grin, seizing your messy hand by the wrist and bringing it to his mouth.
āYo voy paā encimotaaa,ā he sang, voice hoarse and you burst out laughing, watching as he took your fingers into his mouth, licking each of them clean. Then he tugged you in for a messy kiss, singing against your lips once more, āBaby, estĆ”s buenotaaaāā
āEnough, oh my goshā¦ā you guffawed, hiding your face in his neck.
Jason huffed a laugh. āGive me three minutes, Iāll deal with you.ā
newyorican! bf jason who is utterly whipped for you.
šļø tagging : @unicvnthlle who requested . browser & scroll dividers by @/honeyluvsw, chain divider by @/chrisssiren, art by @/realstickii on x
Did u do the fic where Jason accidentally confesses or I think it was reader that said I love you during sex??? Iām trying to remember which account you were cause everyone is getting new accounts :c
I've written one where he's fwb with the reader and secretly in love with her but that's all
ź®¼ premature ejaculation with inexperienced!jason todd (18+)
He's hovered over you, his deep green eyes fluttering closed as the head of his cock tentatively brushes along your slick folds. The slow drag is torturous, this drawn-out tension that's got you on edge, but he freezes up, too wrapped in his own doubts. Panic twists in his gut. This already feels too fucking good, way too intense for someone like him who's barely dipped a toe into this.
"Come on... ās okay baby. You can put it in," you gently urge, your voice a raw whisper of desperation, but his thoughts are a whirlwind, second-guessing every move. He jerks his head side to side, refusing.
āCanāt yetā¦ā his face buries into the curve of your neck, a soft whimper escaping as he nudges the tip against your opening. It teases right at the edge, slipping in just a fraction and your walls instantly squeeze and gush around it, but he pulls back every time.
A frustrated whimper escapes you. "Jay, why are you holding back so hard?" Your fingers slide up the smooth expanse of his bare back, nails slightly scratching the scarred skin. He quakes at the touch, leaning into it like a lifeline.
"I can't... fuck, ohmygod..." he stammers as your hands soothe him, making his throbbing cock twitch against you. Hot tears start splashing onto your skin, right at the collarbone. "Don't wanna screw this up and hurt you. I'm not... I don't even know if I can do it right."
"What'd really hurt is you stopping yourself from feeling good ācause youāre scared," you soothe, tugging him down until his weight settles against you, arms looping around his neck in a firm hold. "You know I love you, Jay."
Your soft encouragement shatters his fragile control, sending him tumbling over the brink. His cock twitches wildly, barely notched at your opening, as thick, erratic spurts of cum erupt from himācoating your cunt in sticky warmth, some dribbling inside just a fraction. He gasps, body jerking in clumsy spasms, face burning with shame as the pathetic reality hits: he's spilled everywhere without even getting started, like some fumbling kid who couldn't hold it together. Humiliation floods him, cheeks flaming red, a choked sob bubbling up because he feels so small, so utterly inadequate in this vulnerable strip-down of himself.
"Oh shitāsorry, fuckā"
You silence him with a gentle press of lips to his, palms framing his flushed face, thumbs sweeping away the tear tracks streaking his cheeks. "No, donāt be sorry. āCan always try again, hm?ā
The movie hums on, unwatched, a blur of colour and laugh tracks you both ignore. You're curled into Jason's side on the couch, his arm draped around your shoulders, his fingers tracing idle patterns along your skin. His breathing is steady, his body almost unnervingly warm.
You shift, pressing yourself closer, your thigh sliding between his. He tenses for half a second, then tries to force himself to relax, but you feel the subtle hitch in his breath.
"Jay," you murmur. It comes out softer than you intended.
He swallows. "Yeah?"
You hum as you tilt your head and press your lips to the corner of his jaw, slow and deliberate. He shudders, his hand tightening on your shoulder, and when you pull back, his eyes are already darkerāglossier, half-lidded with desperate want.
"You sure?" he asks, voice low. "We don't have toā"
You kiss him quiet.
His mouth parts against yours, a shaky exhale escaping him, and when your tongue meets his he groans like it hurts. Your nails scratch lightly against his pale skin, breath shuddering as he gives in, letting out a quiet whimper.
"Fuuckāmy godājesus, fuckā" He doesn't manage to get the next word out. His head tilts back as he keeps going, hips rolling in an uneven, desperate rhythm with the flushed tip of his cock twitching against the friction of cotton and denim. His skin is red hot and ever so slightly tear-stained, his eyes glossy and lost in the pleasure he's grinding out of this moment. He's so darling like this, letting out quiet, shaky whimpers with every grind.
"Sweetheart, waitāhold onā gonnaā" Despite his words, he can't stop himself from continuing to rut his hips into yours. He keeps going, shuddering through his orgasm, his body tensing before slowly going slack under you. His pants grow damp with spurts of hot cum, coating the fabric with his release.Ā
You stare at him, your own arousal still hot. "Did you just...?" you ask, and your voice sounds thick even to your own ears. He looks up at you, eyes fucked-out and lashes clumping together with tears.
He's panting softly, eyes glazed over as he answers, "I'm sorry, Iā"
You cut him off with a soft kiss. "Don't be," you whisper, fighting the smirk threatening to form on your lips.Ā
a/n: first time doing non-academic writing in months I lowk forgot how to do this
hi! so sorry to bother and i hope you don't mind me sending an ask about this but i made a post a little earlier searching for a jason todd fic i read last year and got a comment saying they think it was you and i wanted to double check! thank you! šš«¶
hi ml<3 it is my fic and Iāll either be reposting it on here or on my old account if I can get the label removed! Iām a little busy with uni at the moment but Iāll try to do it asap
I actually have a question about psychology as Iām thinking of switching my elective to that for my last year, is it a field where internships are hard to get into? I would ask if itās a hard field but idk if thatās like stupid to askš
itās not stupid at all! Iām so blessed and have connections in my field so it was a little easier for me but it is a little difficult in your bachelors/undergrad to get internships since thereās so many people. it gets easier the higher up you go apparently though!
