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summary : nobody could disturb jason peter todd when he was knee deep in a dostoevsky. except you, of course, his hot neighbour who liked making his lips bruise up and brain fall out as a friday night hobby.

contains : heavy making out, well read!jason, post Lazarus pit!jay, whipped!jay, thighs man!jay, grinding, basically dry humping, forearm tattoo!jason, but he’s actually a softie, reader wears warm sweaters, bookish!reader but that means she’s a lil freaky, neighbour!jason, booksmart!jason, streetsmart!jason, he’s a moaner I’m calling it, baddie!reader

inspiration : she’s my collar (g + k.u)

It started with a smile.

He'd been carrying boxes from the moving van Bruce had hired, in the middle of the rare heatwave in Gotham. His luck really was something.

He’d been hauling boxes in, wiping his forehead with the hem of his tee, dropping the wet fabric to hang by his waist. Your figure framed in the light of the hallway, like some sort of halo.

He blinked. “Uh, hey?”

You just smiled. Like you knew something he didn’t. “Hey, neighbour.” You disappeared into your apartment, slamming the door shut. With a mutter of “people”, he kicked open his door, resting the box of all his childhood photos on his new dining table. The thing was made of fucking MDF.

He’d failed to notice the copy of Twisted Love tucked in your elbow.

You’d done it, somehow. Ripped through his defences, your will a fist in his wet sheet of paper.

The copy of Twisted Love should’ve been a sign. It should’ve told him that you’d show up at his door after a few weeks of knowing him with a rain cloud over your head and an irrational desire to turn him on like a fucking switch every Friday since.

He’d pull a Glock 19 on whoever disturbed him when he was reading Crime and Punishment, but the annotated copy lay open beside him, his brain was engrossed in something else. Kissing you.

His hands gripped your thighs, sleeve of his plush hoodie sliding up and over the ink on his forearm, tugging you closer. Your lips burned his, nape of his neck stimulated by the drag of your nails.

“Bad day, ma?” His words were muffled by your mouth, tilting his head back into the gentle pressure of your fingers. You took and you took, sucking oxygen from his lungs, rolling your hips down so you dragged across his dick.

He couldn’t suppress a moan at that.

You hummed in agreement, dragging his bottom lip down with your thumb. He should’ve read the signs. Now he scheduled make out sessions with you in avoidance of admitting he liked the way you used him. He ached to be your boy toy whenever you saw fit. He wanted you to push him down, tint his lips with kisses and gloss.

Your teeth snagged at his lip, tugging, moulding him to you. His hands sliding up your back made your sweater drag up, bunching, cold of his apartment pricking at your skin. “Dostoevsky?” You mumbled, between wet, obscene smacks, pornographic moans and following the string of saliva that connected your mouths.

“Mhm,” He nodded dumbly, hips jerking up to catch his dick on your clit, the slow grind in response melted his brain. “Crime and Punishment.”

You chuckled, kisses burning down his jaw till your teeth pressed against his pulse. Nipping, latching, sucking a bruise. Maybe you got how to do that from Twisted Love, cause his toes fucking curled. He’d come, no joke. Right here, fully clothed, he’d do it. “Great book. Read Atonement, I still wanna watch it.”

He would, but he was a little tied up right now. “Later, ma.” He breathed, hand slipping in your jeans’ back pocket to squeeze your ass. Jesus, maybe that thing owed him rent. “Later.” He kissed back up to your mouth, allowing you to siphon his thoughts again.

He was 6’ 2”, 225 pounds and you had him like this. If anyone thought he’d been taken hostage, fuck no, he was right where he was supposed to be. Yes, he had patrol in ten minutes. Yes, he’d texted Dick to take his place while he dealt with a personal matter. Yes, he gave no fucks.

“Ah, Jesus, fuck—”

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note: IT’S SHORT I KNOW I’M SORRY

best friend's brother! jason todd ⤷ 18+ mdni

‘never sleep with your best friend’s sibling.’ an unspoken yet ancient rule in a friendship.

a rule that you broke. for weeks. with jason todd

hand to god, you tried. but god, it was hard when you would see him at the manor every day— shirtless, sweaty, and ripped after a workout session. it wasn't even just about his physique; it was the way he was exactly your type— and jason thought the same way about you.

“jesus, i missed you” he whispered on your lips, gripping your waist while you straddled him and letting out low, quiet moans that you swallowed as he laid back on the headboard. “wanted to steal you from dick again”

yes, you sneaked into jason’s room in the middle of the night. yes, it was right next door to dick’s bedroom. no, dick doesn’t know about the little... arrangement you and his brother had

panting on jason's mouth for more, your hands went under his shirt and slowly dragged your touch onto his abs. and that made a ridiculous moan leave jason and his cock under his pants get more hard than it already was. “shit—!"

you broke the kiss to clamp a hand over jason’s mouth, feeling his mouth pant under your palm to catch his breath after that life changing kiss.

“dick’s right next door” you reminded him in a whisper before beginning to slowly rock your hips to jason’s clothed boner. “think you can be quiet for me?” jason rolled his green eyes to the back of his head with a breathless sigh muffled by your hand, his mind dizzy and body on fire with each slow, insatiable roll of your body

“i need an answer, jay”

he looked at you through half-lidded eyes and nodded quietly, the desire in his gaze growing stronger. and it made you do nothing but smile and take your palm off, replacing it with another kiss— messier and sloppier than the last one

“attaboy” you whispered on his lips, trailing your hands down to unbuckle his belt while jason sucked on your bottom lip to hold back his sounds, his hands now on your hips and pulling you closer than you ever were

and for the rest of the night, all you can do is hope to god dick doesn’t hear anything. because if he does, he’s killing both of you

first tumblr post and it couldnt come at a better time, happy (early) birthday jason <3

drabble #4! 18+ mdni, dilf!jason todd

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when people age, they normally become less attractive than they were. but jason? oh, your husband aged like fine wine

“attagirl” he grunted, meeting his hips with yours, thanks to his slightly calloused grip on your hips. “suckin’ me in like she doesn’t wanna let go.” his large cock was practically drilling in your tight pussy, the thrusts so lewd it could be considered sinful to hear

truth be told, you didn’t want to let go— hell, you even orchestrated the entire situation. it’s been a long long time since jason fucked you mean, and all you had to do was place everything together for him to take the bait

some people called it crazy, you called it priorities. and that meant having it from the back

“j-jay- mmph!” your moans and whines were muffled due to your face being buried in the pillows, feeling your saliva spread the pillowcase and the sheets wrinkle under you and jason’s bodies. “big… so big”

“you asked for this, sweetheart.” you could practically hear the dazed smirk from his lips. “you can take it, yeah? you always—have” a moan left both from him and yours when he brushes a spot in your walls that made you clench over him tighter than you already were

he leaned forward to whisper in your ear, his large chest now pressed against your back. “don’t give up on me now, gorgeous” he kissed the back of your ear before burying his face in the crook of your neck, a muffled groan of your name leaving his lips. “jesus, this never gets old”

yup, fineeeeee wine

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masterlist!

(a/n: when i realized that i never wrote for dilf jason, i had to get to work. this took me like 5-10 mins to write lol so not proofread)

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Jason Todd kisses like a starved man.

He starts by pulling you towards him by the waist using both of his hands, pushing your bodies together, leaving no space for air or doubt. His hands are steady and strong, afraid of the thought of you moving just one inch away, afraid of the separation. He wants you near, he needs to feel you.

One of his hands moves from your waist to your back, caressing it like something precious, while the other one moves to let his entire arm hug your waist, trapping you in position.

And while his arms are around you, his beautiful eyes are scanning every single detail on your face. Admiring you like something holy, something unreal. In your eyes you're the most beautiful being that has ever stepped on the planet earth. He gets drunk by the sight of you, and the feeling of having you with him.

And while he’s taking his time worshipping you, your hands move to his chest, rising to his shoulders, and finally ending in the back of his head, with your fingers intertwining with his hair.

It doesn’t matter how much time has passed since you both saw each other—it could be years, it could be months, or it could be just one day—the moment Jason’s lips touch yours he can’t hold back.

You taste the desire and longing in his tongue. The kiss is deep, heated and long. Jason only pulls apart to groan, making your entire body shiver with pleasure.

He needs you to be impossibly closer. He needs your hands touching him all the time. He needs to feel your breath against his skin. He always needs more when it comes to you.

Sometimes—whenever the situation allows it—without stopping, his kisses start lowering towards your neck; lower, your chest; lower, your stomach; lower-

But, when the situation is different—and he can’t have you like he wants to—he’s the one that pulls apart first. His body doesn’t move, he’s still holding you against him. His grip hasn’t loosened. It’s still strong, holding you against him, like he is afraid you might run away, or just vanish into thin air.

He admires you again, but this time with pride. Proud of being the reason your lips are swollen now. Proud of being the one having you.

Jason Todd kisses like a starved man, but only because he’s obsessed with you.

A/N: Don't ask me what this is, I don't even know myself. This is probably the closest you're going to get to smut written by me.

ꪮꫀ boyfie! jason todd who comes home from patrol absolutely wrecked. shoulders heavy, knuckles split, body screaming for rest. but the second he steps through the door all that weight starts slipping off him because he knows you’re waiting in his bed.

he leaves the red hood behind in pieces. jacket slumped over the couch like a dead thing, holsters clattering onto the counter, boots kicked halfway down the hall. he doesn’t care about the mess. he just needs you.

the bedroom is dark and warm when he finally crawls in. the mattress sinks deep under his huge frame as he slides behind you, careful even when he’s this exhausted. one thick arm curls around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest until every inch of him is wrapped around you. he’s sooo big, broad shoulders curving over you, scarred thighs tucked behind yours, but the way he holds you is nothing but gentle.

jason buries his face into the crook of your neck, nose pressed right against your warm skin, and breathes you in like you’re the only oxygen he’s had all night. slow, greedy inhales. you smell like sleep and his shirt and that soft vanilla lotion and home. he lets out this low, broken hum against your throat, lips brushing lazy kisses along the side of your neck, slow and sleepy.

“missed you, baby…” he whispers, voice all gravel and exhaustion, barely above a breath. “fuckin’ needed this.”

his massive hand slips under your (his) shirt, palm splayed wide over your belly, thumb rubbing the softest little circles while he nuzzles closer. he tangles your legs together, curls around you tighter like he’s trying to disappear into you. every tense muscle in his body slowly melts the longer he holds you, chest rising and falling against your back, warm breath tickling your collarbone, lips still pressed to your neck like he can’t bear to pull away even an inch.

ꪮꫀ boyfie! jason todd who’s six foot something of pure muscle and danger, but turns into the clingiest, sweetest giant the second he’s home with you. tucking his face into your neck, hugging you from behind like you’re his whole world, finally letting himself rest because you’re right here in his arms.

he presses one last soft kiss right under your ear, sighs deep, and falls asleep like that. wrapped around you completely safe, warm, and so inlove it hurts.

Just one more — Jason Todd

pairing: jason todd x gn!reader synopsis: getting out of bed in the morning is never easy with him... cw: none, fluff, established relationship, jason being clingy wc: 600 a/n: wrote this half asleep, so it's ass but idc art creds: the talented @ciricearts! Jason masterlist

You slam your palm against your alarm before it can ring a second time—a habit you’ve developed out of your hatred for it.

You take a moment before stretching and yawning. The heavy arm draped over your waist twitches before it tightens its grip on you. You let your head fall back and sigh.

Not again.

He nuzzles closer, slotting his face right in the crook of your neck.

“Baby?” You whisper.

No response.

“Jay,” you mutter, a little louder.

He stirs, his eyes fluttering open. He lets out a groggy groan.

“‘S too early… go back to sleep,” he mumbles, his words slurring together as he speaks against your neck.

⭑ 𓂃 SFW | jason todd’s super sexy dad bod.

#drabble.ᐟ ⸝⸝ dadbod!jason ⸝⸝ fluff ⸝⸝ body praise ⸝⸝ sfw .

✦ masterlist　╱　dc masterlist　𓏼 ͜͜

The couch dips under Jason's weight, and he's already reaching for you before he's even fully settled. It's unconscious and routine at this point—the way his arm finds the back of the couch behind your shoulders, the way his thick, muscular thigh presses against yours like he's making sure you're still there.

You are. You've been here for an hour, pretending to read, mostly just watching him doze. As if you’d miss out on a chance to dote on him when he’s like this.

His head tips back against the cushion. Eyes closed. Mouth slightly open. The line of his jaw is soft like this, unguarded in a way he'd hate if he caught you looking. His henley has ridden up just enough to expose a strip of skin above his waistline. Not muscle there—well, not all of its muscle at least. There’s something softer. Something that shifts when he breathes.

You close your book. You’ve been on the same line for maybe ten or fifteen minutes now and you don’t even remember to put a bookmark in. Too entranced by how hot your boyfriend looks all comfortable like this.

"Jay."

Nothing.

You poke his side. His eyes crack open, bleary and suspicious as he groggily eyes you.

"Mm… what."

"You're comfortable," you say.

"That's not a crime."

"No." You turn onto your side, facing him fully. Your hand lands on his stomach before you think about it. Palm flat and fingers spread. The fabric is warm from his body heat, and underneath it, there's the sexiest pudge you’ve ever seen on a man. A soft layer that yields to your touch before meeting the solid wall of what he used to be beneath.

Jason looks down at your hand. Then up at you. "You're doing that thing again."

"What thing."

"The thing where you look at me like I'm a stray dog you found in an alley."

"A very handsome stray dog."

He snorts. It's not an attractive sound. You love it.

"You're ridiculous," he grumbles, but he doesn't move your hand. Doesn't even pull away. If anything, his stomach rises a little more against your palm as he takes in a a deeper breath, deliberate or not. It’s a soft sigh. One that tells you what his words won’t. He loves being here.

"You have a belly," you tell him.

Jason blinks. "I have—okay. Sure. Thank you for that." He rolls his eyes, throwing a beefy arm over his eyes.

"It's not an insult." You trace a slow circle around his navel through the shirt before reaching out to pull his arm off his eyes. It’s heavy. Big. Just like everything else about him. His abdominal muscles twitch underneath, instinctive, but the softness stays. That's what gets you. The way he's still undeniably him—broad, strong, capable of breaking things without so much as trying—but there's this now. This evidence of rest. Of takeout eaten on weeknights. Of sleeping through alarms. Of a normal life where he’s not running himself into the damn ground every single hour of every single day.

"I like it," you say with that cheeky smile of yours.

"You like—" He stops. Rubs a hand over his face. "It's just weight. I've been eating like garbage and I haven't been running as much. It's not—that's not a thing you like. It's just a thing that is."

You lean in and kiss the corner of his mouth. He freezes. You kiss his cheek, the hinge of his jaw, the spot just below his ear that makes him shiver every time. Every damn time. A weak spot, if you will.

"Liking it," you murmur against his skin.

Jason exhales. Slow. A little shaky at the end because—sure, he’s used to this—but it still gets him hot. His hand comes up to rest on the back of your neck, not pushing you away, not pulling you closer. He just holds you there, fingers gently brushing the nape. Like he's trying to steady himself.

"You're weird," he says quietly.

"You've mentioned."

"Yeah, well." His thumb continues to brush the baby hairs at your nape. "It bears repeating."

You pull back just enough to look at him. His face is flushed—not from embarrassment, exactly. Something closer to disbelief. Like he's waiting for you to reveal the punchline.

You don't have one. He should know this already.

You push his henley up, just a few inches. His stomach tenses on instinct, but you shush him like you're calming a spooked animal, and he lets you, because fuck it, right? He secretly loves the attention anyway. The skin underneath is pale, a roadmap of old scars, and softer than anywhere else on him. You press your lips to the spot just above his waistband.

Jason makes a sound. Not a word. Just a breath punched out of him. A little bit of a groan maybe. Why must you torture him so?

"You're so warm," you say.

"That's—" He clears his throat because if he doesn’t, his voice will definitely crack in a way he would rather it not. "That's generally how bodies work."

"Yours is special."

"It's really not."

You kiss his stomach again. Then again, an inch to the left. Then right where the softest part gives way to muscle underneath. Jason’s not fat—never has been, never really could be with the way he moves, the way he fights, the way his body remembers things yours doesn't. Like years of brutal training and patrol and other shit he had to do, being Red Hood and all. But there's padding now. A layer of proof that he gets to sit down. That he stays. That he isn't running himself ragged every single night.

Jason's hand tightens on your neck. Just a little bit. He’s careful not to crush it—and he definitely could.

"You're gonna give me a complex," he sighs, peeking at you from the corner of his eyes.

"Good. It'll match the others."

That earns a laugh. It's rough, startled out of him, and his stomach jumps under your lips. You smile against his skin and chuckle.

"I'm serious," you say, propping your chin on his belly so you can look up at him. You’re lying in between his legs and even though the position’s pretty compromising when you’re pressed up against him like that. His eyes are soft. His mouth is doing something unreadable, somewhere between a smirk and something a little more fragile. "I love this. I love you. Every part."

Jason stares at you for a long moment. Then he hauls you up by your armpits like you weigh nothing—because to him, you basically do—and places you against his side, sandwiched between him and the back of the couch, with his arm around your shoulders.

"You're annoying," he says, lips pressing against the top of your head. He breathes in your shampoo like he’s trying to commit it to memory. Old habits from when he wasn’t sure if he’d be coming home. But he’s got you forever now.

"You love it anyway." You give his side a squeeze and he groans, grabbing your hand, then your wrist and forces your arm around his waist instead.

"I guess," he agrees quietly.

His hand then drops yours and finds your hip. His thumb rubs back and forth over the bone. His stomach rises and falls against your ribs, soft and warm and alive, and you press your face into his shoulder so he doesn't see you smile too wide.

He knows. He pretends not to notice anyway.

You stay there until the light shifts and the room goes dark, and neither of you moves to turn on a lamp. Too lazy. Too comfortable. And probably asleep by now.

“my boyfriend wants to show you his books, and you better say they’re cool,” you demanded while glaring at the camera. an amused jason could be seen in the back as you made way for him to take center stage. “go, babe.”

“hi,” your boyfriend awkwardly greeted before showing off the two paperback books in his hands. “so this one is ‘frankenstein’ by mary shelley. i know we all dreaded reading it in high school, but i really relate to frankenstein’s monster, and the story’s pretty good if you just give it a chance. plus, it’s a pioneer for the science-fiction genre, so that’s cool.”

you could be seen behind jason making threatening gestures with your hands, almost as if to say, ‘leave a nice comment, or you’re getting blocked!’

“and this one is ‘pride and prejudice’ by jane austen. another oldie but a classic,” jason said with a nonchalant shrug. “the writing’s beautiful, and i love elizabeth’s character because she reminds me of a certain someone. probably one of my favourite books of all time and just a really good comfort read.”

he turned to see your face quickly morph into heart-eyes and a sweet smile.

“good job, honey. that was a great presentation,” you praised before giving his cheek a loving kiss.

“oh, and i’m also part of a book club. we meet at the community center in the bowery every thursday evening. new members are always welcome,” jason off-handedly added.

“and new members are always welcome,” you sharply reiterated, glancing at the camera with a scary scowl and furrowed brows. “see you thursdays.”

gothambaddiexoxo commented: this man was written by a woman lol singleasapringle commented: girl, where can i get myself a boyfriend like this 😭 birdzofprey0 commented: sooo does everyone in this book club look like him or?? asking for a friend

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