#cloudscars

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JASON TODD really, really liked you. more than he wanted to admit to himself.

he felt like a fucking fool every time he thought too hard about it - about you - a blush painting his cheeks he'd hoped you'd never see.

luckily, with you, there were hardly any questions - nothing to make sense of - like something just clicks in his head.

the word that comes to mind to describe Jason as a lover is reverent.

even as you kiss, he can't help but marvel at how beautiful you look in his arms. how he'd do anything you asked of him. how things felt instinctive and right with you.

he kisses you like he could never get enough.

pinning you beneath him, just wanting to be close, he peppers kisses up your neck and jaw, nipping your soft skin before easing the sting with laves of his tongue.

he couldn't help the tinge of ego that comes to the surface when he hears your gasp as he carries you to bed with no effort. the awe he feels when he reaches down to feel how wet your panties are for him; he’s barely touched you, and you're soaking.

can’t help his delight at being tasked with swallowing the noises that escape your lips when he begins to touch you. he feels a possessiveness course through his veins. you were glorious. and this was all for him.

you squirm and grind against his touch, brushing against the sizable tent that was growing in his pants. he smiles against your lips as he encourages the way you reach down to palm him through his pants. the way you undo the fly and wrap your hands around his cock.

he teases you with his length at first, running it over your cloth covered clit before pulling your panties to the side to tease your increasingly wet folds - a taste of what's to come.

he could cum this way, he thinks. just rubbing his cock against your pretty pussy. you were so fucking warm and wet.

as he pushes into you with a groan, even just the tip is a stretch for your sweet cunt at first. it's a tight fit as you adjust, and he has to take deep breaths to not lose himself in you right away.

your fingers rake up and down his back, almost ritualistically, as he continues to ease into you inch by inch.

he runs his hands over your body like you're something precious, forehead pressed to yours as he fucks you. he takes his time and wants you to feel all of him.

he marvels at how you take him so well, the way you scrunch your nose as you adjust to him. he runs his thumb over your bottom lip, urging you to release it from the way it was worried between your teeth. he wanted to hear how good he made you feel.

and if you wanted it, it would be so easy for him to just give all of himself to you. to thrust all the way in and set his pace, drinking in your sweet noises, attaining the closeness he also so desperately wanted. would hardly be any effort at all.

and the way your cunt flutters around him? feels like you might want it too. he knows he hopes you do.

but he's going to hold off until you say so. wants to let you set the pace: to hear your pretty voice ask for exactly what you want.

he'd give you the world if he could.

cloud's noteˊ˗ save me loverboy jason todd.

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‧₊˚ dick grayson is a munch. dick grayson x f!reader

18+, MDNI. spiritual successor blurb to this.

when DICK GRAYSON finally learned his lesson on how to eat you out right, he found himself addicted to perfecting his technique.

he loves everything about it. loves the way you taste, loves the way you latch onto his hair and pull. loves the pretty way you whine and your mouth falls open for him.

but one thing about Dick Grayson was that he loved to tease.

he doesn't give in right away, instead concerning himself with every inch of skin he could access. pulling up your shirt, he exposes the soft skin of your stomach, placing soft kisses in the sensitive expanse below your navel.

it's like he's trying to drive you crazy.

he laughs as you whine, your body practically singing and begging for more.

and who was he to deny you?

finally taking pity on you, Dick's tongue delves between your legs, giving your folds a long lick and teasing your entrance at first. he knows your body now - has learned every little spot that makes you cry out for him. knows exactly how to make your cunt clench around nothing, so ready and aching for him.

he focuses his attention on that sensitive bundle of nerves with hyper-precision, circling and flicking over it with the tip of his tongue. your thighs clench around his head, your hands grabbing onto his hair, pulling him closer and urging him to continue. just as you felt yourself teetering on the brink, he seals his lips around your clit and suckles hard, sending you over the edge into a shattering climax.

your hips buck, body trembling with the overwhelming sensation of his tongue as he helps you ride out the orgasm. he holds you down with strong arms, gripping your thighs and spreading your legs wider as he continues to bury his face into you, licking up the proof of your pleasure.

he looks up at you, eyes glinting with mirth and an unsated hunger that makes your heart race.

even as you caught your breath with a blissed out expression, skin flushed and chest heaving, it was impossible to miss the desire in his gaze - he wasn't even close to done with you.

he was on you again before you could process, strong hands flipping you onto your stomach. he forces you onto your hands and knees, face pressed into the mattress and ass up in the air for him.

you whimper as you feel the cool air on your still-sensitive folds before you feel his hands spreading your dripping cunt apart, the heat of his mouth on you again.

he dove in like he was still starving, licking and sucking at your sensitive flesh with an intensity that had you crying out and gripping onto the sheets. his tongue delves deep, fucking into your core and brushing against that special spot inside of you that had you seeing white.

obscene noises filled the room as he feasted on you, thumb wandering to tease the delicate bud of the entrance he’d yet to take.

you cried out for him, voice muffled by your face pressed into the sheets as he didn’t let up, even after climax after climax overtook you. he simply groaned against your core as he brought you to new heights, continuing through each increasingly shattering peak. you couldn’t help the way your release dripped out of you as you rode out the pleasure.

it wasn’t long before your body went completely limp, collapsing onto the bed. he gave one cheek a reverent smack, then a kiss, before undoing his pants, stroking his heavy erection with anticipation of what was still to come.

cloud's noteˊ˗ blacked out for a second and this happened. missed writing for dick, more to come <3

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resting with you. jason todd x reader

he looked so peaceful in his sleep, brows relaxed, gently closed eyes almost turning back time, an innocence despite his handsome face marred by unrelenting scars. his hair was tousled, a few strands falling into his face as he puffed out a little air with every breath.

his body stiffens as you run a gentle hand over his chest before seeming to recognize it’s you and softening into a gentle subconscious embrace.

jason tosses and turns in his sleep, kicking off blankets and trying to get comfortable, often freeing one muscular leg while keeping one under the blankets. he loves the way your legs felt tangled with his.

of course, there was also the matter of having to share a bed with you and all your favorite plushes and pillows.

one non-negotiable was you would have to tolerate his tendencies as a major blanket hog as he sleeps and he would have to compete with your collection of plushies for real estate and for you - sometimes he would reach for you half asleep and end up with arms full of plush instead of you.

he’d never admit it to you, but he has his favorite that you caught him holding close to his chest one night.

but nothing would beat the way you felt in his arms as you fell asleep.

he would place a tender kiss before nuzzling your pulse point, the sweet reminder that you were there and with him lulling him to his own eventual slumber.

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optimization needed. dick grayson.

dick grayson x f!reader

18+ mdni. when dick grayson finds out he's not eating you out in the way he thinks you deserve, he wants to change that.

Regrettably, Dick Grayson started off not the best at eating pussy. He was enthusiastic if nothing else, chaotically swiping his tongue over your folds without much direction, swirling his tongue around nothing in particular. He must’ve been fond of the way you smelled; he loved burying your face between your thighs.

But he had some work to do. Any time you fisted a hand in his hair it was to pull him slightly off and away, which you were hoping to mask as you grasping it in pleasure.

Perhaps luckily for you, Dick was perceptive. And an exceptionally quick learner.

One day, he's going down on you like he's used to when he realizes your somewhat nonchalant reaction to his ministrations.

“Do you like this, baby?” he says, rubbing your clit with his fingers, almost concerned. “Tell me the truth."

"I do…I just like it a little.. gentler.”

Dick’s brows furrow as he takes in your words. "Show me what you like," his voice comes out gruffly.

"Wanna make you feel good."

He adapts on the spot to the initial feedback you gave him with a gentler lick from your entrance to your clit.

You let out a real moan at his gentle, curious touch. “O-oh..yeah. Just like that.”

At that, something in his head clicked. He takes in your sweet moan and the way your body tenses up at his gentle touch, going down to run his tongue over your pussy lips with a curiosity he lacked before. You were something to be thoughtfully explored and figured out. Something to be devoured.

Dick takes his time, listening to the sounds you make - how your breath hitches just so when he runs his tongue up the length of your sweet cunt to your puffy clit that had come out to play. He has to hold back a moan of his own as he sees your head thrown back in pleasure as he drew circles around it with his tongue. How you were being reduced to a puddle of pleasure, all because of him and his mouth.

He runs a hand over the soft skin of your thighs before reaching up to tease each breast with his hand, tweaking a nipple with his deft fingers, all while continuing to explore your pussy with his tongue.

“You like that, huh?" He returns back to your cunt, spreading your lips apart with his fingers, just taking the time to really take you in. "You're so fucking pretty. Look at you."

He circles your clit with his tongue again before taking it into his mouth with teasing suction. Dick's touch turns calculated, relentless, as if every moan and every little noise he wrings from you urges him to erase every memory of his unsatisfactory performances and replace them with something that blows your mind.

He delves in, nose bumping against your clit as he descends on your pussy, lapping up the juices that had collected as a result of all his teasing.

It's then that he starts to play with you too. Placing a teasing kiss to your mound. Alternating attentive licks with kisses on your inner thighs before looking up at you with an innocent face. He can't hold back the smirk that crawls up his face as he sees you begin to truly fall apart for him, your clit throbbing against his mouth and fingers threading through his hair as you pull him closer to where you need him to be.

As you approach your peak, he takes in the gorgeous way you're falling apart for him. How your back arches off the bed, how his strong arms have to hold down your thighs as they try to close around his head. How you're flushed and panting and gorgeous for him.

Dick lets out a satisfied groan as you come on his face, your juices threatening to drip down his chin. He doesn't let up at first, savoring the way your body shakes for him, ignoring the way you cried out, overstimulated, fingers now buried in his hair in overwhelming pleasure, unsure if you wanted to push him away or keep him there.

Now that he'd had a taste of seeing you like this, he's not sure he could ever give it up.

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‧₊˚ have thought countless times about Jason Todd coming home to you after patrol. but what about coming home to Jason Todd after a long day? : jason todd x reader. safe for work.

Jason runs a hand through his hair as he’s settled into the peace of the day, so different from where he would find himself a mere few hours later. he bathes in the afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows of your shared apartment, perfectly hitting that one spot on the couch.

the still silence is only disrupted by the sound of pages turning as he progresses through the book he’s reading accompanied by the occasional puff of air leaving his nose as he reads a particularly amusing passage.

and when you step through the door, he looks up and takes in how the weight of the day seems to present itself on your features. how exhausted you seemed. wordlessly, he sets his book down, holding his place with the bookmark you had gifted him before approaching you.

“c’mere.”

a small smile appears on Jason’s face as he takes you into his arms, able to tactically feel as you release the sigh you've been holding in, his presence grounding as you rest your head on his shoulder.

he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

Jason revels in your trust in him — the trust that he knows exactly what you need and will give it to you. he’s so soft despite the strength of the certainty he makes you feel; you practically cling to him. what you might not have realized yet was the comfort you offer him in return. how he settles right back into you.   

he eventually moves you both to the couch. Jason’s head lies on your stomach, his pillow of choice, as he lets you recount your day, calloused fingers drawing shapes on your skin as he listened, strong legs lazily draping over the arm of the couch.

you feel glimmers of peace as your arm wraps around him, palm coming to rest over the steady beat of his heart. your own heart races as he covers your hand with his. it’s so much bigger than yours.

things are easy with Jason. always have been. a look down reveals the dimpling of his cheeks as he opens his mouth to say whatever crosses his mind first. familiar smile lines grace you with their presence as he makes you laugh, and it kind of feels like coming home.   

he eventually hides your phone and puts on the sappy movie you've been begging him to watch, just to take your mind off of everything.  

“just be here with me, sweetheart.”

he had a point. currently, the only thought in your head was how you needed him as close as possible.

would it fix everything? probably not. 

but maybe it could help.

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can we imagine, just for a moment, being JASON TODD's first kiss.

It's just you and him lounging around on the couch like you've done a million times. But today, there's a tension in the air. Something expectant, almost.

The TV drones on and on in the background, mercifully filling up the silence left by you and him. Those unspoken feelings that bubble up in your stomachs when you find you can barely look at each other without immediately looking away.

A fleeting glance of yours travels to his pretty eyes, meeting his gaze and almost drowning in it, before traveling down to his lips for a split second.

He notices — he notices everything. A little blush crawls up his face that he wishes he could wipe off with the back of his hand.

He'd be lying to himself if he said he'd never thought about it. The thoughts practically plagued him, fed by things he'd read about. The push and pull feelings of desire and yearning— Hell, he's even imagined, more times than he would ever admit, what it would feel like, your lips against his.

When you finally turn to face him fully, your eyes locked on his, there's no avoiding it any longer.

"Jason..."

His lips part as his name falls from your lips. How can something possibly sound so sweet?

"Pick a number between one and ten," he says, almost as if his words were in a hurry to leave his mouth.

He'd leave it up to chance. The number that came out of your mouth would make the decision he was too nervous to make for himself—

"Seven."

He exhales through his mouth at your answer before licking his lips.

He tilts his head, a silent, do you want this too? Eyes pleading, please tell me you do.

You nod.

And so he leans in, a devastatingly gentle press of your lips against his.

And then he's lost in you. Needing to be found.

He lets you take the lead completely, setting the tone and the pace. His eyes flutter shut at how soft you feel; he can't help the way his hand instinctively comes up to cup your face, the touch of you grounding him.

His thumb brushes over your cheek, swiping back and forth, almost in disbelief, like he can't believe that this is real. That you are real.

When your tongue brushes against the seam of his mouth, asking for entry, he can't help the little moan that escapes after letting you in, reveling in the way your tongue feels against his, savoring the way you taste.

He's so endearingly enthusiastic, unpracticed in the way he kisses you back. Like he wants to convey what you mean to him and wants to seize this opportunity you've given him.

It's better than anything he could have ever imagined.

cloud's noteˊ˗ what can i say, this ask just got me thinking about kissing jason todd and this mess happened. really hoping for something more substantive soon fingers crossed but i still had fun with this hehe

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JASON TODD tended to run hot.

he’d grab your icy hand while the two of you were out on a walk and let you share the warmth of the pocket of his hoodie.

you'd often find him walking around your apartment without a shirt, even in the autumn as the air started to chill - not that you minded.

he'd kick off the covers and blankets while he sleeps with you in his arms; you were the only thing he wanted wrapped around him anyway.

sitting with you in the living room by the fireplace as the wind howls outside, jason slips your somehow always-cold hand under his t-shirt, bare against his skin (and over his heart) to warm it up. makes a little sizzling “ssss” sound at the feeling of your hand on him. he gives you a goofy crooked grin in response to your snort.

but jason's eyes are smoldering as he lays you back on the couch, placing open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat, smiling against your skin.

"always so fucking freezing."

and he only wanted to help.

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jason runs his hands over your body, fingers skimming over your sides, your hips. feeling the goosebumps bloom on your skin beneath his fingers. he groans softly, the sound vibrating in his chest as he feels you shiver, not from the cold, pulling you closer until you're flush against him. captures your lips in a searing kiss, tongue delving into your mouth, nipping and sucking at your bottom lip.

his hips had started to move on their own, grinding against you. he was already hard, his cock straining against the confines of his sweats as he ruts against you, seeking the heat of your core, pulling you closer to him. you felt good. too fucking good.

"gonna make me cum 'n my pants if you keep this up. that what you want?" he rasps into your ear, nipping your earlobe before soothing sting with his tongue.

the living room flickered with the light from the fireplace, the persistent sound of crackling melding with your moans.

"jason," you all but whimpered, voice breathy and needy. "please...i..i need.." you couldn't even finish your sentence, too lost in the heady haze of feelings he was giving you.

and he knew exactly what you needed. could see it in the way your eyes glazed over with desire, in the way your body trembled against his. how your hips bucked up to meet his, seeking more friction, more heat.

he was addicted to the way your bodies melted together. like you were made for each other.

cloud's noteˊ˗ inspired by the weather starting to chill a little and i need jason to warm me up desperately.

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thinking about jason todd coming up behind you while you're in the kitchen and wrapping his arms around your waist.

maybe he snickers at the way you jump at the contact, not hearing him approach.

he places a kiss on your cheek in apology. you'll leave the always ready vigilante lifestyle to him, you suppose. you offer him a bite of whatever it is you're cooking.

jason closes his eyes, letting the flavors meld on his tongue, the scent of you and the dinner you're making fill his nostrils. he exhales a grateful breath, taking in the life you both have built together.

he holds you close to him like he doesn't take for granted the privilege of coming home to you.