random headcanons i have about f!reader dating Jason Todd
SFW
It doesn't matter if your hands are cold, his will always be colder (but his body is somehow always warmer than yours; he chalks it up to being magicked and resurrected, you think he should get it checked)
If you have an office in your apartment, it now functions as a den for his vigilante stuff at night (when you aren't using it of course)
If you decide to move in to his place, he'll very much encourage you decorating it (something, something making it your home too)
But it's the opposite if he moves in to your apartment, he keeps neat — maybe a few books or so, a hidden cache of weapons — and it might take you a while to convince him he can decorate your place with his stuff (he'll only agree to something like fine china sets Alfred gave him, a vintage vinyl of a Fleetwood Mac album he found, and his old electric guitar he stole from the Manor)
He's such a great fucking cook and experiments with meals a lot, but he refuses to admit that he struggles with baking (he bakes whenever you aren't in the house, so if he fails, you aren't here to make fun of him witness it; but if he succeeds, you have a batch of cookies waiting for you <3)
He's so down to adopt a pet with you after a year of dating; his mind implodes a bit when Dick says its practice for the future ;)
He will not formally introduce you to the Batfamily; they find out about your existence because 1) Jason doesn't care about keeping you a secret from them anymore, so they're somewhat free to snoop, 2) he just brings you to the Manor during the holidays (as emotional support lowkey)
But once he knows that he's willing to pursue a relationship with you, he tells Alfred right away during their bi-monthly meetings at his place
After half a year or so of dating or depending on his Red Hood era (i. e. angry and vengeful first year, reluctant ally to the batfamily, etc. etc.), he'll be more comfortable flirting having banter with you as the Red Hood
Whatever interests or hobbies you have, he tries to get into it; he'd also like for you to do the same as well, given that his main interests are you and the untainted aspects of his life before the grave (which is not a lot)
He loves the comfortable silences between you two, just existing in the same space gets him
He knows he's big, and was very hesitant when you first started dating, but he's really come to like laying on you like a weighted blanket (on your legs, thighs, stomach, what have you)
He loves physical affection, but just because he loves you doesn't mean he won't tease you — prepare to be poked, pinched, and tickled whenever he's feeling playful
He texts... so dry... (you once "pranked" him by texting him the same way and he thought you were mad at him — "Now you know how it feels.") So, he uses emojis every now and then, and uses this specific heart emoji -> 💓 (because it beats for you 🫣 [dejk i'm being corny])
nsfw hcs under the cut because i have many depraved thoughts about this man
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Whenever things are calm and domestic, his way of telling you he really wants to fuck is being extremely touchy — full-body caresses, light pinching, neck kisses; if you still don't get the idea, he scoops you up and brings you to the bedroom
Wearing his clothes never fails to get him going; in fact, he prefers fucking you in his leather jacket rather than lingerie (you once layered the jacket on top of red straps with no underwear on, and you two went at it for hours without taking your outfit off)
He isn't the most diehard fan of roleplay, but will not complain if you decide to wear a skimpy nurse outfit or tight business wear in heels
This man is versatile in bed (not in a top/bottom way) — you want rough, he'll give it to you rough; you want slow, passionate love-making, best believe he'll have you crying in the best way; you want lazy, morning foreplay, he'll get you there with little to no effort
"—Just because he loves you doesn't mean he won't tease you." — he's definitely the type to leave you high and dry after grinding against your ass and groping you all over
Service Top. His cock is yours to use however and whenever you want it [with consent, ofc]
I am a firm believer that Jason Todd would keep Red Hood away from you at the start; that being said, because of this separation of his selves and the longevity of the relationship, he gets very turned on at the idea of fucking you as the Red Hood (the word "Red" cannot be used as a safe word now) and referring to "Jason" as the boyfriend you're cheating on [this is based off @/angelz-dust's fic that drove me insane for a good month or two]
Riding Jason means submissive Jason; he can start off really cocky, but you on top is what gets him whining
Speaking of whining, the sounds he makes at the start of, during, and at the end of sex vary
At the start, making out makes him pant hard
He'll let out short, low groans during foreplay but those are easily covered up by his panting
Once his tongue's down your throat, his groaning gets a little louder
He talks to you in a low voice that gradually shifts to whispering every time he kisses you; let the legend be: bold for low, italics for whisper, both for low whisper
"Fuck, baby." kiss "You're so fuckin' perfect." kiss "All mine—" kiss "—yeah?" kiss
During penetrative sex, it doesn't matter whether you're on top or not, his groans are now coming from his diaphragm; it's guttural and harsher the closer he is to his climax
The noises he makes are so much louder
When you're on top, his groans gradually turn into whines and he starts mumbling his words a lot; he gets very comfortable being loud when you're riding him
When you're under him, his whispers are harsher and he grits his teeth because he's holding back from coming before you do; he's less talkative in this state
His system of breathing when he's pounding into you is not dissimilar to hissing through his teeth during boxing
When he finally comes, he lets out the perfect mix of a groan and a whine (no notes, he can make you come just from that alone)
"The Red Hood is the blood on my hands, angel. He doesn't deserve you. But here, right now, I'm your Jason. Whatever y'need me to be, want me to be."
He almost mumbles that last part.
"I don't want you to be anything I want you to be, Jay.
"I just need you. All of you."
From your hand on his heart, you softly caress a path to his cheek. His hand gently cups yours. The callouses of his hands, hardened from a tumultuous life, create a juxtaposition from your softer ones.
He hates it. You don't.
You don't deserve his raggedness. He taints you.
"I just want to be good for you."
"You're already the best I can ask for."
He'll never stop being the Red Hood, not with all the red he's made. He tries, and believes he can, separate his selves.
But it's the Red Hood who always comes crawling home to you.
Where Jason Todd fails to see you can love all his broken parts.
Jason whispers your name at first, then yells it out. "Are you okay?"
You whisper his, but not before throwing yourself at him for a hug. "I am," you whisper, head beside his as you tiptoe.
He holds you as gently as he can, but you still feel how he's changed. He's taller; bigger; harder. You reckon he's larger than The Bat.
But he's still your Jason. He know this; you hope it.
You move your hands against his back to cup his face. You don't want to let go of this closeness.
You observe his face — the scars, the premature signs of age. You wonder if he's been sleeping well. You parrot his question back at him, softly — as always, "Are you?"
When you lock eyes, he's winded. How dare you? Looking up at him with love and concern. So you, he thinks, always so sweet to him. It dawns on him that no one else had looked at him like that, not since he came back. He doesn't remember the last time someone looked at him like you did.
His eyes are on your lips now. He doesn't mean to. But, how dare you? Teasing him with the closeness he's yearned for since he was 14, the closeness he's yearned for when he watches over you on rooftops as the Red Hood.
In another universe, he takes your lips with his, and you hold him tighter. The both of you are so impossibly close. He kisses you with such tenacity; he wants to show you how much you mean to him, how much he wants you, how long he's loved you — in a kiss that would last 10 seconds.
He shows you how much he needs you.
But in this universe, he lets you go. "Good," he replies.
He brings you back to your apartment. You invite him in. He declines, but you tell him he's always welcome.
"I need to go," he lies. His place is with you; always has been, always will be.
"See you," you say. It's more of a promise, than a goodbye. You've always hated goodbyes.
"You will be."
You are his constant. Jason Todd needs you in his life. One day, he thinks, he'll stay.
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i'm feeling sad, stupid, and yearn-y. don't touch me o<<
mmm imagine jason todd being in a relationship with someone more fucked up than he is but still tries to be… better, in spite of what they are.
tw: blood, gore, death
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Your entire being yearns for carnage. To see blood spilled on every surface in Gotham. You cannot escape your true purpose, your wretched mind whispers to you.
“Hey.”
You snap out of your thoughts and lock eyes with him. Jason Todd. Your first and only love. Risen from the grave with a vengeance. He tethers you to the land of the living, the land of breathing, blood-filled sacks of flesh that is just begging to be cut open—
He cups your cheek. You lean against his touch. His hands are cold and rough against your cheek. You didn’t notice him removing his gloves.
“I love you, you know that?”
“I know,” you whisper against his hand. You have a somber look in your eyes that you know he hates. “Can’t figure out why, though.”
He tilts your head, forcing you to lock eyes with him again. You can tell it hurts him, to have you doubt him.
“You know exactly why.” He presses his lips against your temple and whispers, “Tell me why.”
You grab his leather jacket to pull him closer, his body now pressed up against yours.
“Because… Because, I want to be good.”
“What else, sweets?”
“Because I won’t let them turn me into a monster.”
“You’re not a monster,” he adds, “You’ll never be one.”
He kisses your forehead. “I wouldn’t’ve loved you as much as I do if you’d become one.”
“That still doesn’t change things, Red.”
The bloodied and violated body of the Joker lies by your feet. His carcass is a mosaic of viscera and carrion. The only defining feature of his corpse is his face— his facade now in an eternal frown. You kept him alive long enough for him to feel every agonizing slice and stab.
“He deserves it.”
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(if you play/know bg3, this is basically jason todd x dark urge!reader lmao)
