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ivysangel · 1 month

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Jason Todd has a raging size kink. He tries not to make it too obvious in public, tries to pretend that he doesn't notice how standing next to you really highlights just how large he really is. But it's always on his mind, always front and center, even when he doesn't want it to be.

He'll have a hand on your back as he ushers you through crowded parts of Gotham, trying not to think about how large his hands are and how one of them can cup an entire asscheek when he's fucking you.

He grabs things off of tall shelves at grocery stores when you can't reach them. Comes up behind you and picks them up with ease while he's pressed into you from behind. He's peering down at you, a soft grin on his face as he thinks about you on your knees, struggling to take him in your mouth.

When you're playing twister at a Wayne family function, and you end up falling on each other during a wrong move, he watches you break out into a fit of laughs while he turns red in the face. Not from embarrassment, he couldn't care less about that, but because the first thought that popped into his head as you were pinned under him was how much he wished you could stay there.

For a split second, an image is projected into his mind of you squirming beneath him as he puts all of his weight on you. All 200+ pounds keeping you firmly in place as he fucks you good and deep just how you like.

He's scrambling to get off of you now; a shade of crimson akin to the one he dons at night colors the visible parts of his body, and he clears his throat awkwardly as he helps you to your feet.

"In hindsight, he should've played with one of us," Dick says from the couch. He's gesturing toward you when he continues, "he's just too big in comparison. Throw's everything off."

Jason doesn't hear the second part. His ears start ringing the moment he's reminded that everyone else is aware of how big he is next to you, and he's very quickly calculating how many more rounds of twister he has to go before the two of you can politely duck out and head home for a more...intimate version of the game.

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aldryrththerainbowheart · 1 month

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You make Austen references as you go about your day and Jay absolutely lives for it.

"I love you most ardently." You whisper to him in desperation one cold, quiet night when he escorted you home one night in his red hood regalia.

"Believe me, no one expects your manners to be rehearsed." You tell one dumbass during one of the galas with sweet smile. The insult completely goes over their head.

"This is a charming house." You sputter nervously to no one, in particular, the first time you visit Wayne Manor.

"I've come to inquire after my sister," you answer to Bruce Wayne with all the calmness of an old queen, standing in nothing but your underwear in Jason's room in the middle of the night.

"Is your family in good health?" You throw Jason's way when he crashes into the cafe you're at entwined in combat with Gotham's latest criminal.

And every single time, Jason's either dying of laughter or staring at you as if he's making sure you've truly said these words.

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thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels · 21 days

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Remember me, please (don't let me die a second time)

love is not designed for the cynical - series masterlist here

pairing: jason todd x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.7k

genre: hurt/comfort, angsty fluff

warnings: turns out your bf being dead for three years leaves some lasting scars on both of you, lots of talk of grieving and recovering

a/n: three posts in one night ok gnight I die now until next weekend

Your legs swing back and forth where you're sitting perched on the counter of your kitchen, scrolling idly through take-out options on your phone while you wait for Jason. You'd sent him into the living room to put music on, admittedly, long enough ago to get suspicious, having told him that your record collection is expansive enough that he should be able to find something he likes.

Hopping off the counter, you make your way after him, turning the corner to see him standing in front of the bookcase next to your TV stand, staring at the records piled onto the shelves.

"Jay?" You ask gently, moving next to him to put a hand on his arm, smoothing over his skin under his t-shirt. He doesn't look at you yet, his eyes staying forward with his fists balled at his sides. You bring your hand up to brush through his hair gently and sigh.

"You'd talked about it so many times, you know," you explain. "The kind of turntable you'd get, the records you'd collect. When I started buying them for myself, I just thought… I don't know, it just felt right." Jason, as you speak, reaches forward to brush his fingers along the spines, tracing titles of all his favourites. He knows what you're talking about, of course - remembers the days of the two of you, young and broke and wandering the streets of Gotham, dreaming about all the things you knew you'd never really become. He just didn't think…

"I didn't," he clears his throat. "I didn't think you'd remember all this." You don't quite have it in you to hide your hurt at that.

"Of course… I remember everything about you, Jay. It's all - it was all I had left of you. Of course, I held onto it." There's an honesty in your words and Jason thinks he should be grateful for it, should thank you for cutting open your chest for him and letting him see inside.

"You shouldn't have," is what he says instead, and you pull your hand away from where it had been resting on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around your waist, instead.

"I'm going to go order dinner," you say gently, and Jason squeezes his eyes shut. "Take your time." When you leave, going back to the kitchen to find your phone, he stays standing in front of the records, letting his fingers brush over all the edges of them. There's something real about seeing them, about seeing the ways in which your grief manifested, real and tangible and taking up all this space in your life.

He picks up one of them, eventually, the sound of you chatting on the phone with whatever restaurant you've decided on snapping him back into the present movement and leading him to grab it. When he gets it set up on the turntable, letting the music fill your apartment, your home, the life you built while you were waiting for someone you thought would never come back, Jason finds himself wishing, just for a moment, that you had just moved on.

The guilt, of course, immediately follows this as he digs the heels of his hands into his closed eyes before following you into the kitchen just in time to see you hang up and drop your phone back onto the counter. You smile when you see him, patient and understanding in a way that makes his stomach roll.

"Do you want a drink?" You ask him.

"I'll get it," is all he responds with, putting his hands on your waist to quickly move you back up to the counter, sitting you there before making his way to the fridge. You let him - you always let him, seemingly knowing when he needs to be kind, to do something good with this body of his. You let him pull a beer out of the fridge, popping the cap off and catching it. You let him wipe the condensation off of it before he hands it to you so that your palm doesn't get wet. You let him do whatever it is that he needs to do while he thinks whatever it is that he needs to think, sipping slowly while he stands between your parted legs.

"You shouldn't have waited for me," he says quietly, and you pause with the bottle half to your lips.

"I wasn't waiting. I was remembering." You put the bottle down next to you on the counter, placing a cold hand onto Jason's cheek.

"You should've forgotten," he pushes.

"I chose not to," you retort, voice still gentle, hands still kind. "I didn't want to forget about you, baby. I couldn't let myself." Jason sighs, letting his head hang as his hands tighten their grip on the edge of the counter on either side of your hips.

"You deserve better than that, baby," he says sullenly, and you cup his cheek in your hand as you coax him to look at you.

"There is nothing better than the ways that you've loved me, Jason. I couldn't possibly deserve more," you say, blinking as your eyes mist over. Jason notices it, naturally, making a wounded sort of noise and cupping your face in his hands, his palms solid and warm and grounding as he leans his forehead against yours.

"You wasted three years on me and I… I can't forgive myself for that. I can't forgive myself for doing that to you, for leaving you the way I did," Jason says, his voice choked. You pull back to look at him firmly.

"You didn't leave me, Jay - you were taken from me. I mourned you because I lost you. None of that is your fault… and it never will be." Your voice is clear when you say it and Jason almost, almost smiles at the stubbornness that you wear so well. But he can't help but see those records every time he closes his eyes and he can't help but imagine you buying them, putting them on your shelf one by one as you let the grief consume you.

"Did you ever date? While I was dead?" He says it easily - or, in a way that's supposed to seem easy, pulling away from you to get his own beer from the fridge and leaning against the opposite counter while he pops it open.

"Excuse me?" Is your only response. He doesn't say anything more. "No, Jason, I… No. No, there was never anyone other than you. You know that - I've told you that. If you don't believe me, I -" "I believe you, baby," he says, and the relieved slump of your shoulders only lasts until he speaks again. "I just think you were wrong for that."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You should've moved on with your life," he says, and there's a hard edge to his voice that you're sure you don't appreciate being pointed in your direction. "You should've moved on from me."

"Well…" you say carefully. "That's not a decision you get to make for me. And it's not a decision that holds a lot of weight now, seeing as you're, well, alive and standing in my kitchen wearing my sweater."

"You wasted three years on me," he presses on. You stiffen.

"I grieved for three years," you retort. "I sent flowers to your grave every week for three years. I - I built a home and a life for myself and I had to do it without you and, yes, I tried to fill that life with whatever pieces of you I could hold onto because I loved you and I missed you. And you're telling me now, what? I should have just gotten over it?" Jason stares at you through your outburst, at your trembling lip and watery eyes and your hands, fists clenched so tight he's sure your nails are digging into your skin. He stares, eyes wide and mouth open as he searches for words, until you burst into tears.

That, of course, is enough to have him lurching forward, slamming his beer bottle onto the counter as he gravitates towards you, slotting himself between your parted legs again to shush you and hold you and wipe the tears from your cheeks.

"I'm sorry, baby," he whispers, over and over. "I'm so sorry, please don't cry for me." Your palm connects with his chest as you slap him weakly, your other hand scrubbing at your eyes.

"You still don't get it, Jay," you lament. "You're the only person worth crying for." He laughs a bit at that, finally, and pulls you impossibly closer.

"I'm sorry, pretty," he says again, his lips pressed to your forehead. "I just…"

"I know, baby," you sigh, letting yourself relax against him, your tears slowing as you sniffle. "I know."

"I love you so much," he says earnestly. "And I - I'm grateful that you waited. That you remembered. I…" he sighs then, his grip tightening on you as he blinks back his own tears. "Thank you for remembering me," is all he says, and he hopes so desperately that the way he clutches onto you will help you realize how much it all means to him.

"Of course, Jay," you soothe, running a hand through his tousled hair. "That's what being loved is, I think. It's remembering. And I… I love you always, you know? I'm happy to remember you, always - even when that's all I have left of you." Jason sighs at your words, his eyes squeezing shut. He knows what you mean - knows his mask will claim his life once again, that you'll be left alone once more. You never talk about it, too scared to bring it up, but you both know the truth. The possibility is just too high that one day, Jason won't come home for the second time.

He isn't sure who takes more comfort in knowing that he's solidified in your life enough that he'll never really be gone. He isn't sure it's so good - that he wouldn't still prefer you move on to something with hope and safety and happy endings.

But he knows that he's loved and that he's remembered, and that's enough for him to settle for tonight.

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melloollem · 1 month

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"I thought I'd be the last person you'd ever let him hurt."|| Jason Todd × No reader gender

Summary:Jason's death meant nothing, your death meant nothing. He had lost so much and for no reason.

Warnings:Anguish, This is a lamentation.

(DC masterlist)

Perhaps some part of Jason's still childish mind believed in the possibility of you still being alive, even after that.

When Jason's eyes closed as he was about to meet his end, your hysterical figure still staring at him, when he came back to life and discovered that your body was never found in the wreckage of that warehouse, it was as if a flame of hope was still in him, a reason to try.

Now he felt sick. You didn't die that night, when the Joker ran off leaving Jason to die, he dragged you with him. No matter how much resistance and fear you showed, in that warehouse there was only you, the Joker and Jason's lifeless body.

You survived months after Jason's death, living in the same hideout as the Joker hid from Batman. He didn't want to kill you, Joker didn't want anything to do with you, you were just the bait he used to attract Robin, now he was just bored with your presence. He tried to plan something to involve you, but nothing seemed so great after Robin's death, nothing could affect Batman so much.

He didn't perform a great deed or a great torture, he just shot you, just as he had done to thousands of other people. That meant nothing to him. Maybe you would have survived if Batman had found you first, but he didn't.

Now Jason had to live with it, knowing that you had died for this foolish reason and unlike him you didn't have a big raise, there was no reason for them to revive you with the Lazarus Pit. To them your life was as insignificant as your death.

He often wondered if that was all you had been to Batman. If Jason was your greatest failure, what were you? One more person the Joker killed? Just that? As if there had never been a life there? As if you weren't a person? A person that Jason loved? Jason thought he'd be the last person Batman would let the Joker kill, but no, then there was you and thousands of others.

He couldn't deal with it, he couldn't accept it. His death had no impact, his death didn't stop you from dying, even after that the Joker walked free, even after that he killed you, even after that he was still alive. As if Jason's death meant nothing, as if your life meant nothing. He had lost so much and for no reason. Not for a great purpose, not for a new beginning, you meant nothing and they had to pay for it.

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This was inspired by a heardcannon from @brucewaynehater101 , not much to do with what was said, but I thought it was important to highlight the inspiration.

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dxckgrxsonx · 2 years

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Quick Learner

Plot - Jason doesn’t know how to kiss. You offer to teach him. Pairing - Jason Todd X Reader Words - 1k Warnings - Kissing - Swearing - Fluff. Notes - Brb losing my mind over teaching Jason how to kiss. I think he’d be such a quick learner and be very good at it. He’s a precious little darling boy and deserves a smooch.

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He’s looking at you again.

The insistent weight of his attention is distracting, and you find that even though you’ve read the same line in your book three times over, not a single word has sunk in.

He’s not subtle with it and you wonder, for a split second, if he’s doing it on purpose. Waiting for you to notice his attention on you before glancing away and pretending he wasn’t looking in the first place.

It’s cute.

He’s cute.

“Jay.” You start gently, tilting your head to find him at the opposite end of the couch. “You’re staring again.” You watch his eyes widen a fraction, hand coming up to rub soothingly at the back of his neck. Flushed pink creeps up his throat and you find yourself smitten, find yourself suddenly hungry. “Do I have something on my face?”

Jason clears his throat, lets his hand drop away from the back of his neck.

“Nah,” He tries, and you smile when you notice his voice is wavering. Nudging his knee with your foot you suppress a shudder when Jason slips his fingers under the hem of your pants and strokes at the bare skin of your ankle. “Jus’ thinking, that’s all.”

“Bout what?”

Tugging your foot until you move it to rest in his lap Jason sighs, “It’s stupid, sweetheart. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

A few weeks ago you overheard him on the phone.

You don’t know who he was talking to, or what the conversation was really about. But you caught the tail end of his words, something to do with kissing and how he didn’t know how. At the time you didn’t think much of it, you weren't supposed to hear after all. But part of you feels guilty at stopping to listen, for making note.

But it makes sense now. Why he’s been looking at you, looking at your mouth, flushing red when you catch him.

“Jay, it’s not stupid if it’s bothering you.” Marking the page in your book you place it down on the coffee table. Jason follows your movements but he won’t look at you, won’t shift his eyes away from the front cover of your novel.

Rubbing his thumb back and forth over your ankle Jason sighs, the pink creeping up his neck touches his ears. He opens his mouth but the words stick and you realise that this time, you’ll have to take the lead.

“I can teach you.”

Jason snaps his head to you, fingers tightening around your ankle, “What?”

“You think I haven’t noticed how much you’ve been looking at me?” You smile, softly, endlessly patient. “You’re not the most subtle person in the world, Jay. It doesn’t take a detective to notice you’ve been staring at my mouth an awful lot.”

“Shit. M’sorry.” He tries, stumbling over his words.

The pink on his face flushes darker and there's something almost dominating kicking itself awake in your stomach. It’s strange. It's exhilarating. You’ve never seen him unsure before, never seen him borderline humiliated.

He doesn’t know how to kiss and he’s embarrassed about it.

You’ve never wanted him more.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll teach you how to kiss.” Pulling your foot from his half-hearted grip you shuffle around on the couch until you’re on your knees. “But only if you want me to.”

Jason swallows, Adam's apple bobbing thick in his throat, “I want to.” He whispers, wiping his hands over his thighs. He looks you in the eye, you see how nervous he is, but underneath all that apprehension there's a flash of curiosity. It’s bright and alive and beautiful. “Can you teach me…please?”

“Of course, pretty boy.”

Using his shoulder for stability you kneel beside his thick thigh. Jason angles himself towards you, hands held firmly in his lap. His tongue darts out over his plush lips and you can’t stop yourself from watching.

He has a very pretty mouth, all soft and wet.

Leaning in, you breathe quietly, “We’ll take it slow, Jay. Keep your mouth soft and relaxed for me okay? I’ll lead.”

Jason nods, head tipped up slightly to meet you. Your lips touch, just the faintest brush of your mouths and Jason tenses up, hands clenching into fists. You kiss the corner of his mouth, try to get him to relax the sudden tight line of his broad shoulders.

You move, slot your mouths together and kiss him so slowly it’s almost painful.

Sighing against your mouth Jason kisses you back, hard. He presses against your lips with too much force, endlessly eager, slightly uncoordinated. Slanting backwards he tries to follow, chases your mouth with a quiet noise of protest.

Shushing him you lean back just far enough to speak, “Not so rough, sweetheart.”

“Sorry.” He mumbles, bright eyes cracking open to look at you.

“S’okay,” You reassure, “You’re still learning.”

Tipping against him you try again, press your lips together and kiss him, long and deep. Jason chokes on a barely audible moan when you gently bite at his bottom lip and soothe away the sting with your tongue.

Reaching up, your hands cradle his jaw to keep him still. Thumbing soothing circles over his skin you sigh when Jason kisses you back, slower, softer than before. He’s good. Really fucking good. Sucking your bottom lip into his mouth he bites down, just hard enough to hook into the sharp line of pain.

He’s a quick fucking learner.

Pulling back your eyes flutter open to find Jason watching you. His eyes are soft, almost loving. You don’t know how to react, find your heart pounding erratically in your chest. Pink still stains his cheeks and you rub your thumb over his bottom lip, exactly where you bit him.

“You’re a natural.” You smile, proud and feeling utterly weightless.

Tugging your hand away from his mouth Jason pushes forwards, kisses you deeply. He licks into your mouth and you think that if you were to reach out one hand, you’d find yourself wrapped up in the centre of the milky way.

It’s cataclysmic, it’s devastating, it’s wonderful.

“Nah,” He grins, pulling back. “I just had a good teacher.”

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more-cardigan-than-woman · 7 months

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missing gym buddies, how are Jay and his girl doing?

Warnings " Swearing. Written quickly on my phone.

"Baby," Jason ducks as your foot flies at his head, "are you-oof" he puffs as your elbow connects with his stomach, "are you sure MMA is good idea?"

"Do you not like fighting me?" You smirk as your lift your left leg and try to kick your right even higher.

"It's not that," he swats your foot away as laughs when you stumble back, "you were so good at hockey. Why not stick with that?"

"Because," you swipe the sweat from your brow, "the next time someone comes for me," you puff, rolling your shoulders and cracking your neck, "I'm going to kick the shit out of them."

"If I knew telling you would make you like this -" he grabs your fist as you swing at him, drawing you closer, "I would've told you sooner."

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niphredil-14 · 1 year

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Could you Write sum GK! Jason Smut Plsss? 🙏

I luv my big boi 😭

His presence was palpable, even when he was meters away. He wasn't just big because of his body, but because whenever he entered a space, he took ownership of all oxygen there, and filled it was a crackling electricity. So, no, he didn't need to touch them to be felt, and yet they were so grateful that he was. Curled over their body, a carnal position of possession, he was a striking contrast of gentleness and force. Filling them to the brim, giving them everything they wanted as hard as he knew they could take, yet whispering the softest words in their ear, pressing the sweetest of kisses to their neck. His hold was one of dominance, his grip was one of love. The ramming was rough, yet just short of hurting. He knew their body, he knew them, and he would push them just before their breaking point. His variance struck them like a branding rod on frozen flesh, whiplash of the best variety. He had been rutting into them for hours, pulling orgasm after orgasm from their shaking and spasming body. When he had finished, he refused to collapse beside them until between their legs had been cleaned, he had given them water, and thoroughly rubbed his homemade essential oils into their skin. By the time he had climbed into bed beside them, they were fast asleep. Pressing a kiss to the nape of their neck, he wrapped his arms around them and gently hauled them in closer to him. Pressing his face into the top of their head, he breathed in their scent, softly professing his love again and again until he too, drifted off.

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makethatelevenrings · 1 year

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Okay so I’m an actual librarian and the fucking Jason Todd one shot you just published made me giggle with delight. I love the story time idea, but I raise you: librarian reader falls asleep at desk while reading. From personal experience, book reading on your own is instant sleep mode.

- library lover 📚

asldjfaslkdf I don't have enough brewing to make a full story but:

Jason sliding in after patrol and finding you slumped over on the couch, book propped open on your chest and head tilted back against the cushions

He takes a picture of course

He gently takes the book off of and makes sure to locate your bookmark because you would cry if he lost your place

Jason makes a mental note to read the book after you so you could tell him all about it

He slides one arm over your shoulders and the other under your knee before planting a kiss to your forehead and carrying you to bed

That photo totally becomes his home screen picture despite your best efforts of deleting it

#jason todd drabble #jason todd headcanon #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #red hood drabble #red hood headcanon #red hood x reader #red hood imagine

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itsscromp · 5 months

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Reader forcing jason to go on a rollercoaster with them?

Jason Todd x Reader drabble

Oh y/n would force him to do this big time, BIG TIME !!! hehe

The annual travelling carnival was back in Gotham, So you and Jason decided to take the day off and head to it, The main attraction of the carnival was the new roller coaster that they had. Reaching the speeds of 100 mph and had a steep drop. Who wouldn't love that ??, But Jason was scared of roller coasters, preferring to stick his feet on the ground.

"Come on Jason It'll be so much fun !!" You dragged him to the line. To which he tried to resist. "Nah, I'm good y/n... You go on..." He tried to downplay it.

"Oh come on, You only live once !!" You had a huge smile on your face, If you had a tail as well, it would be wagging so hard.

He looked up at the tall tracks and gulped nervously, But you were right... Only once... "Alright alright fine."

He then stood in line with you as your turns came up, sitting down in the car, you cheered on as the cars began to wheel out, and Jason's heart began to pound as the chain began to pull the car up on the incline. And soon... The drop.

The speed picked up, So many twists and turns and there at one point was a loop de loop. You were full of cheers while Jason was full of screams, You laughed as you heard him scream. Once off he turned to you. "Don't you dare say this to the others" You knew he enjoyed it. You knew it.

#platonic #reader insert #jason todd gotham knights #jason todd x reader #jason todd drabble #red hood gotham knights #red hood x reader #red hood drabble

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ivysangel · 1 month

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just had this idea. jason teaching you billiards. in the way where he leans over you to angle it just right in the dark lighting and the you both have a few drinks in your system and you’re in some sort of skimpy clothing. anyways y’all go home and he puts you in that same position.

~🥀

you're a little tipsy but still aware enough to play to your strengths and get what you want. bending over in a tiny skirt, letting it ride up so he has to stand behind you and make sure no one sees.

he's a little possessive like that, wants to let you play your games and rile him up, but is always on the fence for the sole reason that he hates that he has to share the sight with other people in the vicinity.

he's got a glass of dark liquor in his hand before setting it down and pressing right up behind you and following the curvature of your body. his mouth is next to your ear, hand arms draped over yours, and he whispers, "like this." before launching the cue ball right into a striped one.

there are a few onlookers. guys trying to get a peek at your boobs as they teeter right at the edge of spilling out, and girls trying to assess whether or not they have a chance of going home with jason tonight. the answer's no. it's always no.

he's half-hard by the time you get back to the car and he has to resist the urge to have you right there in the backseat. he didn’t act on his urges though, he couldn’t. the things he wanted to do to you, the ways he wanted to bend you; they required more room and more time than you would have before someone came knocking on your car window.

he thinks about how badly he wants you on the drive home when he contemplates pulling over so you can at least give him head, on the walk up to your apartment, when he ponders just fucking you in the stairwell, and when he's pulling your skirt off of you, the sound of threads ripping as it's tossed the floor.

before you can make it to the bedroom, he's bending you over the couch and draping his body over yours as he's back in your ear whispering, "like this?" just like in the bar. only this time, your fingers are digging into couch cushions as you feel him pushing inside of you, head nodding furiously as you confirm that you do indeed like that.

#★ dirty laundry ★#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd smut #jason todd imagine #jason todd drabble #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood x fem!reader #red hood smut #red hood imagine #red hood drabble

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aldryrththerainbowheart · 12 days

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Because peeps asked for part 2, here's some more Austen referrences Jason's sweetheart makes.

“There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.” You mumble in Jason's hair, to make sure he knows how much you cherish him letting you see this side of him.

“Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.” You muse during one of those quiet evenings at your apartments, sitting at the kitchen floor while Jason lets you patch up his pullet wound.

“To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.” You probe Jason verbally so he finally concedes and dances with you at his father's gala at least once.

“The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.” You hiss indignantly to Jason's ear after you had misfortune of meeting a person who had the audacity to tell you that reading is boring.

"I have loved none but you. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone I think and plan." Jason whisper to you after you confessed to him that you feel like you're dragging him down. You were, in fact, not in Bath. But Jason knew you understand his words perfectly.

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Realistically, Imagine how Arkham Tim and Jason would react to meeting each other. I’m sure Jason doesn’t like him because of his torture and I’m sure he actively avoids him on patrols. I feel like tim would be quiet around him incase be says something that could trigger Jason. How do you think they would be?

From what I remember, Jason doesn’t exactly like Tim, but still respects him nonetheless for being accepted by Bruce. If they did end up working together post Arkham Knight, I feel as though Tim would try and make an effort to get on Jason’s good side, and although Jason still holds resentment for his past, he’d eventually warm up to him somewhat. He would mainly feel bad because of the realization that he was a quick replacement for someone who never really died, and lived to see Tim live how he should’ve been.

Despite all of the trauma he endured, Jason is still very loving and cares about those who are important to him, and since Tim is married to Barb, he would feel an obligation to him because he’s family. I do feel like Jason (AK specifically) would still be fairly distant after becoming Red Hood (kinda going his own way like Dick), so he wouldn’t be super huggy-friendly, but he wouldn’t try and kill Tim every time he saw him, you know?

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18+ minors dni

warnings: overstimulation (shocker)

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

for someone of his size and strength, jason todd gets pussydrunk so easily. what starts as him generously preparing you to take his huge cock quickly devolves into a feast for him—and torture for you—as he pins you to the bed with one arm and makes a mess of devouring your cunt, the thought of fucking you long lost in his mind.

your eyes water as his plump lips suck at your overworked clit while his free hand fucks you slowly, his large fingers coated in your slick as they slide back into you. you’re incoherent as you try to wriggle away from him, the ache of another unbearable orgasm forming in the pit of your belly. you buck your hips against his face, trying to delay the inevitable as he curls his fingers inside you.

undeterred by your squirming, jason puts more of his weight on you as he buries his face deeper in your cunt. his chin is glazed with your arousal and his saliva, and his dark lashes rest on his cheeks as he releases your clit with a lewd pop. he flattens his tongue and drags it up your folds, letting out a gravelly moan against your pussy at the way you taste. you can’t help the heat that spreads over your cheeks at the obscene display he’s putting on, but you find yourself unable to look away.

he withdraws his fingers from your entrance and uses them to spread you apart, pulling back from you so he can admire the glossy mess as you clench involuntarily at the loss of contact. embarrassment has you trying to clasp your legs shut, but he easily blocks you with his arms. “so fuckin’ pretty, ma,” he mumbles, mostly to himself as he uses his thumb to smear your slick all over your sex, transfixed by the sight. “all mine, hm? all fuckin�� mine.”

you cry out as he latches back onto your clit, sucking hungrily while his hands keep you in place. you knot your fingers into his hair as your spine raises off the bed with the force of another overwhelming orgasm that has your thighs trembling around his head and your pussy gushing onto his tongue again, which he accepts with another moan. you can feel his smile against you as you breathe shakily, letting your legs collapse onto his shoulders.

“jay,” you whine suddenly, feeling him trail his lips along your inner thigh. “I can’t—”

“c’mon, princess,” he coos sweetly, grazing his thumb over your slit lightly. “just gimme one more, hm?”

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Hop hop 🐇 strutting around Jay's apartment in nothing but panties and his leather jacket that's still warm from his body 🐇 hop hop

-doe 🐾

JASON TODD shirtless and in gray sweatpants and a thin silver chain around his neck, manspreading in his seat as he annotates on some blueprints. The Bat left quite an impression on him, including his knack for being thorough. The cap of his sharpie sits between his teeth, the soft squeaking of the marker scribbling on parchment filling the room. Even though you got laid this morning, you should be good, but instead you’re especially needy. He’d gotten back a little bit ago from picking up those blueprints, and the leather bike jacket he wore on his motorcycle ride had been thrown on the bed haphazardly. Crawling out in just your undies, you were chilly, so you put the jacket on. It sat on your shoulders like a curtain. Heavy, and huge, and stiff. Still warm from his body heat, it provided enough protection to pad out to see him.

It takes him a second to notice you, and when he does, that famous grin stretches onto his lips. Hopelessly attractive with defined dimples and smile lines that could kill, crookedly smiling at you with that cap in between his pearly white teeth. “What’re you doin’ over there, baby? C’mere.” He snips the cap from his mouth between his fingers like a cigarette, and you obediently come to his beckoning hand and inviting lap. You sit on his thigh, and the rigid material of the jacket stands up on its own. He snickers at you. “Whose jacket is that, babycakes?”

Timidly, you concede, “My Jay’s…”

It amuses him further, giving you a soft look with a flash of his raised brows. “Yeah? S’your Jay’s?” he mimics your melodic response in a twinge of a mocking tone out of endearment. “It’s, uh, little big for you, huh? Your Jay a big guy?” He wasn’t gonna let this go, and you fidget with your hands, looking up at him with those glossy doe-eyes. While he talks, a single finger moves aside the leather to get a peek at your bare chest.

“Huge.” you tell him with stars in your eyes, gesturing size with your hands, and it makes him laugh again, particularly inclined to adore you with a kiss on your cheek.

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niphredil-14 · 1 year

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Homemade Pizza

(Jason Todd X Reader) This is a super self indulgent drabble because I have ARFID and love pizza but can’t eat it due to the sensory issues i have regarding slivers of tomato skin in the sauce.

Food related insecurities were always a struggle in the beginning of a relationship. The number of times they’d heard something along the lines of ‘Wow! I pity any guy that wants to take you out on a date!’ while growing up, and the number of times it had rung true had really increased their anxiety and self-consciousness regarding the topic. It was a big part of their fear in the moment, commuting to Jason’s apartment while the sun had just begun to set. They knew he loved to cook, and though he had been very understanding when they had explained their eating disorder to him, they worried of when he would get tired of being compassionate, of when he would get tired of their differences, of when he would get tired of the burden of them. The fact that their eating routine was thrown off by the date hadn’t made them any less anxious either, and though they knew that it would’ve been alright for them to turn down the date, they didn’t want to. Jason was a busy man, and they didn’t want to miss out on an opportunity to spend time with him. So lost in their thoughts, time passed quickly, and the subway doors opened. His apartment was only a block or so from the subway, so it took little time to arrive at his doorstep. He answered their knocks almost immediately, swinging the door open and greeting them with a short kiss on the cheek, waving them in. The fear in their veins shot up when the smell of food wafted into their nostrils. Pizza, a food that they liked, but was never worth the suffering to eat.

“Before you freak out.” He said. “I remembered what you told me about your ED, and how you really liked pepperoni pizza but couldn’t eat it because of the tomato skin, so I made the sauce myself and skinned all the tomatoes first, so that I could make sure there weren’t any skins in the sauce.” They turned to him stunned. Most people were somewhat sympathetic to their struggles, but that was the first time that anybody had actually gone out of their way for them. “But please don’t feel pressured to eat any of it! If we don’t then my family will be more than happy to reheat it later.” They turned their gaze away from him, and instead landed it on the table he had set. It was meant to mimic a vintage Italian restaurant. A red and white checkered tablecloth laid upon the semi-small circular rustic table he had moved to stand in front of his main window, with a candle lit in the center and a plate laid out on either end with napkins and wine glasses and the whole ensemble. The lights throughout his apartment had been dimmed, and soft Italian jazz was playing on a record player at the far end of the room. They could only imagine the look they had on their face, because of the concern written all across his when he called out to them softly. “Baby? Are you okay?” He questioned. “If this is too much, then I’ll put it all away and we can just watch some TV and cuddle instead.” That brought their attention back to him as a soft smile graced their face and they threw themselves into his arms.

“No, please don’t put this all away. I love it, I was just surprised.” Leaning up and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, they hurried over to the table and took a seat. He followed suit, and the two sat and sipped on their wine as they talked. The peace as temporarily interrupted when the oven timer went off and Jason got up to get the pizza. In the short time that he was gone, the anxiety had started to creep back up on them They trusted him, and his cooking skills, but that didn’t erase the fear that their eating difficulties would act up and, in their mind, ruin the date. Some of the anxiety subsided when he walked in with the pizza; it looked absolutely delicious, their only worry then was that looks could be deceiving. The rest of their fear melted away with the first bite. A surprised yet pleased muffled moan leaving their lips as their eyes fell shut, utterly enjoying the slice.

“‘s that good?” Jason teased. Covering their mouth with their hand as they chewed, they responded with,

“I’d fuckin’ die for you, Jason, this is amazing!”

“Not if I die for you, first.” He chuckled, partially glad that they didn’t get the joke yet. The dinner went by without much talking after that, save for a few short sentences. Neither of them minded much, though, the background music was calming and beautiful, the view just as much so. When they had finished eating, Jason refused to accept any help cleaning up, insisting that they were his guest, and that Alfred had taught him better than that. There was much more conversation during the clean-up than there was during dinner, though the mood hardly changed. Still serene and romantic like it was at the beginning of dinner, and it stayed like that even when they moved to the couch, cuddling with the TV on quietly in the background.

“Jay?” The spoke, quietly so as to not shatter the atmosphere.

“Yeah, Doll?”

“Thank you for tonight, I’m not sure I could explain just how much it meant to me.” Their jaw felt funny moving as it rested on his shoulder, but not unpleasant.

“It wasn’t a big deal, I’m glad you liked it.” They scoffed lightly and lifted their head up, looking into his eyes so that he could see their emotions, and everything they felt that went beyond words.

“Maybe it wasn’t a big deal to you, but it was the world to me. All my life, it’s seemed like however bothersome my eating disorder was to me, it was more of a burden to the people around me. It’s always felt like I’ve been a burden because of it. I can’t tell you how many friendships and relationships it’s ruined. Even when people were nice about it, it was just them doing their best to ignore it.” They spoke, wrapping their arms around his thick neck, lightly playing with the short stubbled buzz at the nape of his neck. “But you not only acknowledged it, you went out of your way to do something kind for me, in a way that I could enjoy.” A smile made its way onto their face as their eyes shone with unspilled tears. “I really like you, but even if we don’t work out in the long-term, which to be honest, I really hope we do, this will always be a gesture and a night that I’ll hold close to my heart. So don’t pretend like you didn’t do anything important, please. Because you did, more than I think you’ll ever really know.” His hands moved to rest on their waist, as he spoke.

“You’re not a burden, Sweetheart, not to me.” He said, firmly, despite how quiet his words were. Their smile widened as they shifted forward, slanting their lips against his. Their arms tightening around him as his tightened around them.

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cipheress-to-k-pop · 2 months

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bluetooth j.t.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: A little suggestive if you squint

Word Count: 1.2k words

You don't know how you allowed yourself to get manipulated into being a girlboss and moving out of your childhood home to live in your own apartment. While it was nice to have your own privacy and decorate your home however you liked, you realized just how many privileges you lost now that you weren't in the care of your parents.

There was no one there to make sure you woke up on time in the few cases where you slept through your alarm, no one that you could call on your way back from work to ask to switch on the water heater so you could take a steamy shower immediately.

You didn't have your mother's homecooked meals and you didn't have your father to pick you up snacks from the grocery store.

And one of the biggest thorns in your side was the reason you were dreading the entire day. Car maintenance. The auto shop was one of the most daunting places in your life as a girl who knew nothing about cars. Never once had you regretted not learning how to take care of your car or even the procedure required when you eventually take your car down to the auto shop.

But now standing in the hot and dusty garage, you were seriously rethinking your life choices. You should've scheduled these things for when your dad was visiting so you could ask him to take it instead. Or, even better, you should've gotten a boyfriend.

You were complaining in your head, dragging your feet about having to be here in the first place and whined about handing your car keys, with a bunch of adorable keychains attached to some rando.

But when Jason Todd, 6'2 man with biceps that were larger than your own head and a body that looked like he was shaped out of marble by Michelangelo himself walked out with a form for you to fill out, you were all too happy to be there.

Perhaps you'd be leaving here with a boyfriend after all.

"I have to admit, I don't really know much about cars so please don't scam me."

Jason chuckled, a deep, hoarse laugh that made you a little weak in the knees honestly and the boy-crazed fraction of your brain began to imagine how he would sound as soon as he woke up next to you, after a night of—

"A bit of advice, you probably don't want to let scammers know that you have no idea what they're talking about."

You giggled, scolding yourself mentally for finding that funny.

'Come on, (Y/N), pull yourself together it wasn't even that funny. His face is just great delivery.'

"Or I could keep coming here and have you check my car, since you're so trustworthy." You mused, sparing him a teasing smile.

Jason was completely picking up what you were putting down, giving you a coy smile of his own before responding, "Or perhaps this is just a tactic to get you to keep coming back."

You narrowed your eyes playfully, "Devious."

Looking back at his little clipboard, a thin metal rod of some kind tucked behind his ear instead of a pen, Jason asked, "When was the last time you got your car checked out? If your battery and brake pad was replaced recently, we could probably skip that and just do a routine check to make sure everything's running smoothly."

You winced, "I couldn't tell you, honestly. My dad usually handles this kinda stuff for me, I'm still kind of a new lamb when it comes to taking care of my car."

Jason raised his eyes from the clipboard for a second, "Your boyfriend can't do this kinda stuff for you instead?"

"I don't have a boyfriend."

He perked up immediately and you ducked your head to hide your smile, "I'm sure you probably have a record of it in your glovebox or something. Most places keep a little sticker with the date of your last service under the dash. I'll check it out for you, do you have somewhere to be, or do you have a couple minutes so I can make sure?"

You shook your head, shrugging your shoulders with a carefree smile, "It's my day off so I'm free as a bird."

He grinned, "Noted. Just give me a second."

You watched his back receding as he walked toward your car, shoulders looking like they could span the entire ocean and it was only when he was sat in the car and had turned on the engine did you whip out your phone at lightspeed.

"Ohmygosh Julie, I think I just met my future husband. Holy shit. He's so cute—gorgeous actually. He's working on my car right now and God, those arms, wow. And those eyes? God, I feel blessed just by looking at his face." The end of your message was interrupted by another mechanic running the engine.

You waited patiently for the sound of the engine to die before replaying the voice message so you could re-record the part that got cut off. Only you couldn't hear a thing.

Confused, you increased the volume, taking a sip from your coffee to soothe the inhumane squeal that you had let out while sending Julie the voice message. Once again you heard nothing.

You bit your lip at this, swiping down at the corner of your phone at access your control center and realizing the reason you couldn't hear anything was because it was connected to the Bluetooth on your car.

Wait.

THE CAR?!

You whipped around in horror only to find Jason smirking at you from the front seat of your car. If the world were fair, you'd be struck down with lightning right then and there. Or, since you were at an auto shop, a sentient car might run you over.

Alas, you continued to stand there in horror, completely unharmed no matter how badly you wished to be reduced to a puddle on the ground.

You called him your future husband. The ground should've swallowed you then and there. Instead, you just stood there in complete mortification and embarrassment while you stared at his amused expression.

Something startled him out of his gaze for a second and he pointed at your console, making a gesture like he was taking a call. Confused, you glanced at your phone.

'Incoming call: Julie'

Ah, saved by the bell.

"How much do I owe you?" You asked, quickly popping open your purse to fish out your credit card. You had stretched out the conversation with Julie as long as possible, begging her not to hang up and only interrupting her tangent when Jason finally came up to you, saying that your car was good to go.

"It's on the house." He gave you a charming grin, leaning an arm against the counter, "Can't have my future wife paying for anything, can I?"

Your cheeks flared red, still holding out your card for him to take, "O-Oh, I couldn't, really."

"If you insist, then you can always repay me with dinner. Today's your day off, right? Think you can pencil me in for 7?"

A shy smile grew on your face, your body so warm you had to resist fanning your burning cheeks, "Sounds like a plan."

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