#bottom jason todd

[nich0k]

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[tocka-irbis]

High-Strung Clash

❧࿔*:･༄˖°.Pairing: Jason Todd × Male Reader

⤷.Contains: dry humping, slight thigh riding and teasing;﹙Requested﹚—a bit more

The slight rasp in his tone was enough of an indicator to know that something was up with Jason. His typical snark and dry sarcasm was lacking the usual bite it carried. Between blows and kicks he'd stagger back after blocking to keep you from getting too close.

There was no overlooking the way his breathing got heavier or the faint tint starting to color his cheeks, you were beginning to doubt it was only because of the sparring. He was guarding himself more, stuck on defense rather than returning the hits. While he didn't leave himself open— he was obviously not that concentrated on the fight.

Swiping him off his feet with a low kick and knocking him onto the mat with a thud. He was glaring at you now. If he hadn't been so focused on how the muscles of your shoulders and arms rippled under your sweat-slicked skin he would have noticed that coming. The slight grin forming on your lips as you looked down at him was enough to stop of him from giving you any more fuel.

He didn't let you help him up, smacking your offered hand away as he dusted himself off and grumbled under his breath. The last thing he needs is you getting all cocky and teasing him for the slip up. He'll get back at you one way or another, which why he suddenly lunged at you. Grabbing at you and trying to kick you down but you didn't give him the satisfaction of that.

Effectively bracing for impact as you stood your ground and throwing your weight on him so the two of you end up falling onto the mat. You toppled on top of him, hands planted on either side of him as you both panted from the tussle.

"What? I wasn't going to go down alone." He would have snapped at you but hisses as your thigh pressed against his chubbed arousal. So that's why he's been off his game. "Shut it," he interjects before you get the chance to point out his little issue.

If he wasn't so grumpy you would have thought he looked cute like an angry bird with their feathers all puffed up. "C'mon, Red you're no fun." You don't even try to hide the fact that you enjoy watching him squirm beneath you. His hands pushing halfheartedly at your chest in an attempt to get you away from him.

But oh, his hips bucked onto your thigh. You shift it just a little more to see how he'd respond, his fingers curling and clutching your shirt as he sneers. His body betrays him. Moving against the firm muscle between his legs for friction despite himself. "God, don't you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk." There it goes. That snark that makes these training sessions all the more entertaining.

Maybe you'll take you time picking him apart. See how far you can push him until it all falls away to mindless rutting and grunts. This is going to be fun.

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[angelgravesss]

sub!jason, fem!reader, mdni 18+

Jason has had his dick in your sweet cunt for what felt like hours now, and you still wouldn’t let him cum.

“c’mon Jay, you can last a little longer, can’t you?” you say mockingly— it’s just so hard not to when he’s trying his very best to not slam his hips up, which you just find so amusing.

“please? Let me come, I’ll be good I swear, ” he rolls his hips up into yours, trying to seek more pleasure than you’re currently giving him, “just please let me come.”

You put a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself as you bounce up and down on his cock faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the air.

“oh? You’ll be a good boy for me, hm?” you coo at him, as you lift your hips—the tip of his cock against your slick folds— before you slam back down, causing Jason to let out a loud and pathetic moan.

“y-yes, yes, I swear. I’ll be a good boy, please- hahh, let me cum!” He whines, starting to rut his hips against yours, desperately trying to get his release.

“awh, yeah? go ahead and come, baby” you say and right as you finish your sentence Jason fills your womb with his hot load.

a/n : short as always 🥹

[meowxfs]

I don't think Jason Todd's snatched waist is talked about enough.

[qi-rong-husband]

Fucking Jason Todd!

The things I would do to this man you have no idea rarely do I ever write bottom male readers but for Jason I would gladly bottom~

personally I don’t see Jason having a huge dick more of a thicker one but does that really matter when you can be the one fucking him into the sheets?

Soft sex seems to make Jason cry because he deserves all the soft love one can get. but rough sex works too pleaseeeeee make him cry let him forget everything that happened FUCK THAT MAN SILLY!!!!!!!

dude imagine that thick cock being useless as you massage his prostate? Jason leaking pre cum on his stomach as your fingers are working on opening him up, relentlessly massaging his prostate? rough him up a bit maybe don’t let him cum a few times? Will he appreciate it? Probably not. but all will be forgiven when you fuck him, missionary, cow girl, mating press? All and everything is accepted as long as there is some after care . (Jason deserves the extra care ) After all this is one way of appreciating and thanking Jason fucking Todd!

have a good day or night! I will say I rarely ever talk about my favorite characters but for Jason I will, other then that if there is some typos I will say I was typing this so fast so I wouldn’t forget what I had in mine. Anyways have a good time 😏

[aras-stuffs]

Jason and Jo wearing matching outfits and Dick crying/weeping in the background in cuteness overload (something like Jason’s shirt says mama and Jo’s shirt says mama boy) Jason is oblivious while Jo is glaring in the distance at anyone who approaches his mama

That’s mama’s little guard dog!!!

[phoenixisbest]

Ok but... Am I the only one that thinks Jason would 100% have a mommy kink? It just slips out one day and then it just sticks idk

I think I just want that man crying and my brain is doing the rest on its own

"UNDONE"

Jason allows himself to be treated like the fragile man he is.

warnings: mommy kink, crying kink kinda, guided masturbation, overstimulation if you squint, praise kink, use of baby, use of pretty boy, mean!reader, maybe maybe more

word count: around 450

The first time it slipped out surprised you. Jason tried his best to convince you it was a heat-of-the-moment thing. Until it happened again, and again, and eventually, he gave up on pretending like it wasn’t something he enjoyed.

“Come on, pretty boy.” You spoke softly. Your tone was inviting, teetering on the edge of teasing.  

His body tensed, hips arching off the delicate sheets. Your hand lay atop his, slowly guiding him along his length. Each stroke earned a whimper from him. “Ngh- please, mommy… I can't-” His head tossed back, hips thrusting into his hand. “Hah… it's- fuck. It's too much.” 

You slowed your movements slightly. “I thought you wanted to be good for me tonight?” The bite in your voice was apparent, harsher than before.

“Wait- shit. I'll be good.” His pupils were blown wide, full of desire. Desire you planned to fulfill. “Mommy, I'll be your good boy.” His eyes scanned your face.

“I know you will.” 

The praise did nothing but fuel the fire within him, the coil in his stomach tightening. White-hot flashes traveled through his body; his hand was completely reliant on you for movement. Your gaze flicked over him. He was flushed, damp hair sticking to his forehead— a disheveled mess underneath you.

He peered up at you through tear dotted lashes, “Am- mm… Am I being good? Can I finish- I’m close.” His words were just above a whisper, voice hoarse and worn.

“Hm… You’ve been good, baby.” Your pace was even, steady and sturdy. Your smile was coy, a test of patience. “Just a little bit more, and you can cum.” You squeezed your hand around him.

He jolted, body pressing into you. “Ah-h! Fuck- mommy…” His dick twitched in your hand with every thrust of his hips. More tears threaten to fall from his eyes, glossy and impossibly wide.  “Pl-please, please, please.” The words tumbled from his lips like a mantra. He clung to the syllables. Your name was slipped between grunts and moans.

“Shhh, look at you. You’re so undone for me.” You held his hips down with your free hand, pining him to the bed, which shook under every movement. 

“Hah.. nghh… please- I need it-” He was cut off by the feeling of your hand tightening around him once more. “A-ah- ngh.”

You gave one last drag along his length, “Go ahead, baby.”

Jason's hips twitched into your hand, stalling and bucking into the delicate skin. “Thank you- fuck, thank you, mommy. Needed it- needed it so bad.” He continued to ride out his high, heavy breaths slipping from his mouth. “Ngh- hah…” 

“Good boy, always so messy.”

hey so... sorry i died for a few months, college started up (yay community college) and ive been so stressed and writer's block has been holding me captive :(

[local-critter]

Finger-fucking Jason Todd while he covers his mouth, watching you with teary eyes and swallowing down desperate whines and moans because you told him if he made a sound, he wouldn't get to cum and he's been edged for so long, tear tracks running down his face and his beautiful green-blue eyes are glassy and glazed over.