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niphredil-14 · 2 years

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New Necklace - Jason Todd X Fem! Reader

Happy Birthday Jason! Word Count: 2.4k Content Warning: Dom/Sub dynamic, bondage, degradation, pussy spanking, manhandling, facefucking, praise, name calling, oral (m and f receiving), orgasm denial/edging, rough sex, slight dacryphilia, let me know if I missed anything.

“Hey, beautiful.” His voice rumbled in her ear, teeth tugging on the piercing, pulling her lobe into his mouth. Her small sigh of satisfaction didn’t go unnoticed by him. “I got a lil’ something for ya’ doll,” his lips moved to where her jaw met her neck, smiling when she tilted it to allow him more access. “Close your eyes and lift up your hair for me, yeah?” Doing as she was told, she felt him reach around her, wrapping a band around the expanse of her neck, securing it at her nape and placing a kiss on the clasp. He lingered for a moment, enjoying the intimacy, and letting his scent envelope her being. If the feel of his gloved hands brushing against her neck hadn’t, then the smell of gunpowder, cigarettes, and rain, with a dash of the tangy metal of blood had hinted to her that he had just finished patrolling. After a moment he pulled away and spun her to face the mirror of her vanity. “Take a look baby,” she dropped her hair and opened her eyes, a gasp leaving her mouth at the sight of a gorgeous and sleek choker necklace. Her eyes lit up and she pranced over to the vanity for a better look. The choker was a soft black velvet, no wider than two-thirds of an inch, and adorned with a dainty heart shaped charm hanging from its center. But it was the words engraved in swirling, slanted cursive on the silver heart that really got her eyes darkening, her skin flushing, and her pussy throbbing.

Red Hood’s Cumdump.

Standing farther back in the reflection, dressed in his gear, save for the helmet, which was placed on the seat at the end of the bed, Jason spoke, “What do we say when we get a gift?” She perked up and met his eyes in the mirror with a smile.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Atta girl,” he motioned for her to come closer, and ever the well-trained whore, she did, leaning up to meet his lips with her own. The kiss was a sweet, loving, and slow meeting of teeth and tongues, but the moment of gentleness had passed once Jason placed his hand on her shoulder and shoved her to the ground before him. “Why don’t you put that mouth of yours to good use and live up to the title, hm?” His Gotham accent was always fairly strong, but there was something about when he was horny that made it just that much thicker. She reached for the fly of his pants, only to have her hand slapped away, whining at the sting, “I said put your mouth to good use, whore, not your hands.” Eyes flashing with lust as she put her arms behind her back and leaned forward. Flattening her tongue over the tent of his pants and licking a stripe up to the zipper, which she took between her teeth and tugged downward, lessening the pressure trapping his cock. Repeating her motion for the second time, she grabbed the waistband of his briefs in her mouth and tugged those down next, finally freeing him, the satisfying smack of his cock hitting his abdomen music to her ears. Before even touching his cock, she busied herself with licking and kissing his balls, slowly working her way up, lavishing each and every vein with love and saliva until she reached the head. Placing a peck upon the head, she give a little kitten lick to the slit, savoring the precum that was already leaking from it. He had only let out sighs and small, barely-there groans, but that all changed when she suddenly sunk down on him, taking him to the back of her throat, only stopping for a moment to adjust when she gagged, before sinking down even farther, and gulping. The unexpected tightening of her throat had him moaning, hands flying to her hair, fisting the strands at her scalp. “Fuck, that’s it, Princess” he groaned, using her hair as leverage to pull her head back, then slamming himself back into her awaiting cavern. Repeating this process as his eyes fell shut, only opening when her moans, followed by the sound of squelching reached his ears, glancing down to see her fingers deep in her pussy. “Oh, you like this, don’t you? You like sucking me off?" She made an attempt at speech, that only came out a garbled whine, muffled by his cock. He yanked her off his dick and smirked down at her.,“What did you say? Didn’t quite catch that.” The sadistic look in his eyes only grew brighter upon hearing her response. His love for teasing her rivaled his need for release.

“Yessir!” She slurred. “I love sucking you off! Wanna make you feel good!” She tried to push her head back to his dick, but his grip was tight, and didn’t allow for much movement. She whimpered.

“Aw, does my whiny baby want me to cum down her throat?” His voice was filled with faux sympathy, as if to mock her.

“Mhmm!”

“What do we say when we want something, hm?” His smirk grew more than should have been possible, his fist in her hair still tight, but now rotating her head back and forth, getting a good look at her.

“Please sir!” She begged, “Please lemme taste your cum!”

“No.” His response was firm, and his refusal was met with a whine of displeasure. “The only place I’m cumming tonight is in your pretty little cunt. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll give you a taste after.” He yanked her up to her feet by her hair, then moved his hands to her waist and threw her on the bed. She let out a shriek, then a giggle as her body bounced slightly after landing, stretching out with one leg extended and the other curling up against it, with her hands resting next to her head. Jason leaned over her, forcing his tongue into her mouth, taking her breath away. Before she realized, he had grabbed her wrists, bound them with rope, and tied them to the headboard, leaning back on his knees, still straddling her waist, to watch her squirm. Admiring his handiwork, he let his hands begin to roam, gliding up her torso, squeezing her sides and palming at her chest before reaching the neckline of her tank top and ripping it open, hanging off of her shoulders.

“Jason! I liked that shirt!” she exclaimed. Unphased by her shout, he reached behind her, unclasping her bra and pushing it up to her wrists with one hand, as the other groping at her ass. He moved his hands back to her waist, gripping hard. Leaning down, his face met her boobs

“I’ll buy you ten more,” he growled, littering her chest with dark bruises, savoring the taste of her skin with each kiss, bite, and lick almost as much as he savored the noises being pulled from her. Kissing his way down her body, leaving a trail of hickeys down her torso, he yanked her shorts and panties off once his lips reached her waist band. Moving his hands to her inner thighs, spreading her legs and positioning himself in between them, he pressed a kiss to her bud.

“Jay,” She whined, legs trying in vain to close in on his head. She could feel him smirk against her meat curtains. Sliding his middle and ring fingers through her slick, his voice rumbled against her.

“Can you feel how wet you are for me, princess?” she moaned as his fingers pushed into her opening, slowly scissoring her velveteen walls open. “C’mon, use your words.”

“Ah! Yes, yes I can feel it.” Her voice was shaky from the intrusion of his thick fingers, but the volume at which she spoke made up for any unsteadiness.

“Good.” He began alternating between viciously flicking his tongue back and forth and sucking on her clit, pulling even more gasps and moans from her. Her wrists fought their bindings to no end other than what would later form into rope burns, and her one free leg fell onto his shoulder, though the other remained trapped in place by his hand. “Mmm, such a pretty little slut.” He spoke against her, the vibrations through her clit running all the way up her spine and making her mind even more foggy as she approached her high. Just as she was about to fall off that ledge, he pulled away completely, stripping her of any sensations other than disappointment. “Not yet, darlin’, you’re coming on my cock, and nowhere else, remember?” He smiled at the whine she let out, stroking his dick.

“Please, Sir, please let me see you.” At this, his roughness faded for a moment, a smile full of love gracing his face as he relented, reaching over his shoulders to pull his leather jacket and chest plate off, discarding his bottoms shortly thereafter. Leaning over her, placing a sweet peck on her lips, he asked,

“You ready for me, sweetheart?” She nodded, her forehead knocking against his. “I need a verbal response for that, doll, you know I won’t fuck you till you give the okay, and that needs to be in words.”

“Fuck! Yes, Jay! I’m ready, please fuck me!” She begged. He smiled and slowly pushed into her. Though they moaned in unison at the insertion, when he was about halfway in, she winced, and he stilled, peppering her neck in kisses until she was okay, and rolled her hips up at him. At her signal, he pushed in farther, finally bottoming out with a groan muffled in her neck. He experimentally rolled his hips, and when he was met with a moan, he pulled all the way back to his tip, and then thrust back in. He started with slow hard thrusts, which quickly switched to fast paced ramming, pulling all amounts and varieties of lewd noises from the both of them. Lifting himself up onto his forearms, which now rested beside her head, he pressed his mouth to hers, biting her bottom lip, and taking advantage of the moment that her mouth fell open with a moan. Slipping his tongue in, allowing her own to slide against his as they pressed their bodies as close to one another’s as physically possible. Just as he swallowed her noises, she swallowed his, savoring the taste of each grunt, growl, and groan he released into her mouth. Lifting her legs onto his shoulders, folding her in half, and rising to his feet, drilling down into her, she screamed. “Fuck! There! Right there, please! Fuck!”

“You like that?” He didn’t give her a chance to respond as he kept shoving himself into her, each thrust feeling stronger than the last. “Yeah, I know you like that, can feel ya clamping down on me. Fuck! You squeeze me any tighter and you’re gonna take my dick off.” His pace never faltered no matter how tight she clamped around him, or how much her hips jerked, threatening to throw him off pace.

“Fuck! More, Jay! Gimme more!” She cried, writhing under him.

“Jay? I don’t know a Jay. You want me to pump you full of my cum, you’re gonna have to beg properly, like the good little slut I know you are.” He growled.

“Mmm.” She whined, her voice raising an octave or two. “Please, sir! I want- mm, need your cum! Please! Wanna be a good cocksleeve! Please breed me, Sir, fuck!”

“If you insist, Princess.” His thrusting picked up, and he reached a hand around to her clit, giving it a harsh few slaps before roughly circling the bud, holding her in place with his free hand as she thrashed and shook, crying out, tears welling up in her eyes. “Fuck, that’s it.”

“Sir!” She moaned.

“I know, I know, baby.” His movements continued steadily only for a few more minutes before they turned sloppy. Licking the fat tears rolling down her cheeks, he groaned. “Come with me. Now, Whore.” And mere seconds later she tightened around him as he spilled deep inside her, his thrusts slowing as they both rode out their highs. After a few moments of panting, Jason lowered her legs back onto the bed and untied her wrists, gently rubbing them and placing a delicate kiss on each one. “Are you okay, Sweetheart?”

“Mhmmm.” She mumbled, head turned on its side and eyes closed. He smiled, wiping her sweat soaked hair from her forehead and pressing a kiss in its place.

“You still want a taste?” He spoke softly in her ear.

“Mmm, yes please.” She sighed. He smiled softly and reached his middle and index fingers down to her core, scooping out the mixture of their essences, and lifted it to her lips. She gently grasped his wrist and wrapped her lips around his fingers, letting out a soft noise as her tongue met his digits. Her mewl was just as sweet as their taste. After mere moments, he pulled his now clean fingers from her and made a move to get up.

“Wait here, baby, I’ll be right back.” She lay motionless save for the soft rise and fall of her chest as she listened to his feet patter out of the room and him rustle about outside the confines of their bedroom walls. After about two minutes, he returned, carrying a damp washcloth, a glass of water, and some body oil and moisturizer. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, then moving to clean up her nether regions with gentle pats, he whispered sweet nothings to her throughout the entirety of aftercare, even as he rolled her onto her stomach, slowly massaging her, all the way from her scalp to the tips of her toes, repeating the process a second time with oil, and a third time with moisturizer, and offering her the glass of water after she was on her back again. Laying down beside her, he pulled her into his arms, pressing a kiss to her lips. “The necklace is reversible, you know? The other side is blank, so you can wear it out if you want.” She chuckled softly.

“You know, Jason, most people get gifts for their birthday, not give them.”

“Oh, believe me, Dollface, seeing you wear something that labels you as mine is more than enough of a gift to me.”

“You sappy loser.” She teased, her mocking smile easing into one of softness and serenity, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Happy Birthday, my love.”

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mostly-imagines · 14 days

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Guard Dog

jason todd x fem!reader

aka don’t fuck with jason’s girlfriend

4 in 1 blurbs

warnings: mildly creepy guys, standard protective bf methods

Jason’s good at shutting people up very quickly. You’d almost call it a talent.

He shuts you up with a kiss when you get stuck in a rant, or with a hug to calm your worried rambles.

And when you’re in an incorrigibly teasing mood, he’ll throw you over his shoulder and carry you back to your bedroom to really shut you up.

With other people though, he has…different methods.

You sit atop your kitchen counter, trading lazy kisses in between giggles with your boyfriend. He stands in front of you, hands massaging your thighs as he leans in for another. You happily oblige.

You break off the exchange to lay a series of sweet kisses on that spot under his jaw.

His head tilts back, letting out a groan so low you nearly miss it. “Sweetheart…” he warns.

“Sorry…” you resign with a sheepish smile.

A knock at the door bursts you out of your shared reverie. You press a kiss to his knuckles and hop down to start setting the table.

Jason gets the door, greeting the pizza guy with a nod as you shuffle around the kitchen. The delivery guy hands him a receipt, asking for a signature.

Jason uses the door as a surface to sign, giving the delivery guy an apt view into your apartment, where he sees you getting out plates in the kitchen. More noticeably, he sees you in your boyfriend's shirt, which rides up just a little bit when you stand up on your toes to reach the top cabinet. The lift of the shirt exposes the bottom of your underwear, though it falls back into place again just as quickly.

Now, lucky for this guy, Jason’s facing the door and does not see him checking you out in your own home. Unlucky for this guy, he has wildly misread the vibe of your relationship. Or at least your boyfriend.

“Man, how do you get anything done around here?” He jests.

Jason looks up at him, and the pizza man’s eyes tear away from your legs to meet his hard gaze. It does not take him long to realize his mistake.

“Try again.” Jason behests, arms crossed in front of him.

The pizza boy’s eyes go wide and he shakes his head, stuttering. “I—uh, I said have a good night.”

“Mhm.” He grumbles.

The pizza guy hands Jason the box with shaky hands and scuttles back down the hallway.

Thankfully, you didn’t seem to notice the exchange, but even so, your boyfriend still glowers down the hallway after him.

“Jay?”

His attention snaps back to you, demeanor changing instantly. “Yeah, baby?”

You’re sitting in your usual spot at the table, his chair empty and waiting just around the corner from you.

“Come sit.” You say, with eyes that might as well be hearts.

He gives a reassuring nod and kicks the door shut behind him.

You and Jason are sitting on the floor in his old room at the manor, your legs thrown over his. You lean up against his bed, asking him about posters on the walls and trinkets on the shelves.

His knee is propped up and your arm dangles across it, his hand in yours. He plays with your fingers and periodically leans forward to leave a kiss on them.

You’d just woken up less than an hour ago after spending the night post-gala, and it’s a peaceful, if not unusually quiet morning.

Dick shouts your name from another room, audibly booking it towards you. Yeah. That’s more like what Jason remembers.

He grumbles some annoyances, dropping his head against your intertwined hands.

Dick bursts into the room, clearly incredibly excited.

“What’s up, Dick?” You ask, calm as ever. Jason lets an unseen smile creep up, head still down.

Dick’s practically jumping up and down, “You gotta see the shit that Tim just found in the cave!” His face drops as he directs his gaze to Jason, “You’re not invited.”

“Thank God.”

Dick ignores him and grabs your wrist, yanking you up from the floor. This is one place where he differs from Jason—he’s not always quite so aware of his own strength.

His grip doesn’t hurt really, but it’s firm enough that you imagine there’ll be bruise marks there later.

“Hey.” Jason calls out, nodding his head to where Dick is holding your arm. “Ease up.”

Dick follows his gaze and immediately loosens his hold, apologizing to you before pulling you along once again (this time much more gentle).

You grin at Jason as he tugs you out the door, him returning it with an endeared smile as he watches you go.

Fuck he loves you.

Jason had a decent break from his night job for once, and was happy to let you drag him out to a bar for a little date. You’d been linked at the hip for most of the night, his hands maintaining their ever present home on your waist and yours resting on his thighs as you tell him about your hectic day.

He’d usually prefer to stay in bed with you for as long as possible when he gets time off, but you’d looked so excited asking him to go out with you—he never stood a chance.

You look up into the mirror as you wash your hands, a strand of hair falling into your face as you do. You push it back behind your ear and smile to yourself, recalling the several times Jason had wordlessly done the same throughout the night as you rambled.

You make your way back to the bar, smile immediate on your face when you see your boyfriend. It gets replaced rather quickly though, when a man slides in front of you, cutting off your view of him.

“Hey there.”

You have to take a step back because of how close he decided to stand to you. He looks sober (enough) but wildly overconfident in whatevers about to happen.

"Let me buy you a drink, pretty thing."

Jason calls you pretty thing sometimes. It makes the blood rush to your cheeks and an inescapable smile creep up on your lips. When this guy says it, it makes you literally frown.

"Oh no, I'm okay, my—"

"You seem like a dirty martini kinda girl." He expertly ignores you, clearly trying and failing to make some kind of innuendo there.

Jason's sitting back against the bar, watching the interaction carefully. You still can’t see him, but he’s close and you can rest comfortable knowing he’s looking out for you.

With that reassurance, you don’t play this out quite as carefully as you would if you were alone.

"Look, I don't want a drink from you, thanks."

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say to him because his face contorts quickly to mock-disgust that you figure is really just embarrassment.

“Hey, don’t be a bitch just ‘cause—”

You try to sidestep around him, thoroughly done with this interaction, but he grabs your upper arm harshly, pulling you to an abrupt stop.

Jason stands up real quick, yanking the guy backwards by his collar before you can even process what's happening.

Now, you know that Jason is an objectively intimidating guy. There's not many people that will come face to face with that absolute unit of a man and still decide to keep on trying him. However, you tend to forget that when you're so used to your gentle giant that only ever speaks to you kindly and touches you softly.

But his intimidating status becomes very apparent when the guy spins around, looks up at Jason, and immediately takes four steps back. He actually almost bumps into you in the process, not doing anything to tame Jason’s acute distaste for this man.

"Listen to me—back the fuck off before you get hurt."

“She—”

“I don’t give a fuck. Leave.”

The guy hesitates.

“Now.” Jason adjusts his posture to stand at his staggering full height, clearly with no qualms about putting him back in his place.

That does it for him, the man stumbllng away with half-committed mumbles of “whatever” or “something something lame anyway.”

Jason watches him until he walks out the door, before turning back to you.

He delicately takes your upper arm in his hand, pulling your sleeve up to search for bruising. But as harshly as he had grabbed you, it didn’t have the time to cause a bruise before Jason intervened.

“What’d he say to you?” Jason asks, brow furrowed as he inspects your arm.

“Nothing very interesting.” He looks at you mildly.

You smile and comb his hair back from his forehead, “Don’t worry about him. I’m good.”

He lets your arm go, and exchanges it for holding the back of your head, planting a kiss on your forehead.

You take his other hand and guide him back to your seats.

“Besides,” You look over his shoulder and let out a little shocked gasp. “Guess who just walked in.”

He gives you a questioning look before his face slacks, eyes widening in realization.

“No…” And you smile so brightly it almost makes up for what's coming his way.

You redirect your smile over his shoulder and give a wave to the door. Jason swigs down the rest of his drink, hand finding your waist once again.

“Jaybird!”

Jason’s still exhausted from patrol last night but he’d insisted on going with you to the bar to meet your friends. You’d tried to convince him that it was okay to stay in and rest tonight, you’d be fine. But it was a losing battle.

You suspect it has something to do with him not liking when you go out in Gotham at night, especially when you’re drinking.

So he hangs out in the background of the buzz, with you sat in front of him, in between his legs.

You’re talking it up with Roy, who’s been making jokes about how Jason’s “moody ass” tricked you, “the ray of sunshine” into this relationship somehow.

You laugh, taking a sip of your drink. “Right, ‘cause you and Kori were in love at first sight.”

"Oh, fuck off." Roy jeers.

He doesn't say it with the cadence of a joke, but it is.

You know he's joking, he knows he's joking.

Jason, who very well may have been tuned out of the conversation up to that point, does not seem to know he's joking—or he doesn't care.

You don't need to look behind you to know that your boyfriend is in defensive mode, though the look of regret mixed with amusement on Roy's face gives a solid hint.

You hold your hand out to block Jason his path as he moves forward. He lets you stop him, though you're certain he could get past you without so much as blinking, no problem.

"Right. My bad, forgot your guard dog was here. Don't fuck off." Roy backtracks, hands up in front of him.

Jason just rolls his eyes, slouching back down. You reach behind you for his hand, giving it two squeezes. You know he’s tired, so much so that he almost punched his best friend for making a typical joke.

“Five more minutes, okay?” You say softly over your shoulder.

He nods at you blearily, and ducks his head down to rest on your back. You adjust your posture a little bit to make it more comfortable for him and continue on talking, his hand still in yours.

If he hadn’t fallen asleep so quickly, five minutes would’ve been five minutes, but instead it became something more like fifty.

He goes through patches where sleep isn’t always so welcoming, a phase he’s been in for the past couple of weeks. You’d been waking up to find the bed half empty, your boyfriend resigned to doing research on cases in an attempt to at least be productive while he’s awake.

You can’t protect him in the same ways that he protects you—you’re not a fighter or necessarily “intimidating.” But you can protect him like this, in these little ways. Letting him nap on you, making him close the case files and rest with you, holding his hand throughout the night so that when he inevitably has nightmares, he knows immediately that you’re still with him. That he’s safe.

So if he can get some much needed sleep while only costing you a stiff back tomorrow, you’ll happily take that deal as many times as he needs.

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c1nnam00n · 1 month

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how it feels trying to find a fanfic/imagine about a fandom that’s dead and dry

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jaysgirlx · 3 months

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You, while playing with Jason's hair: Do the scars still hurt?

Jason: All the fucking time.

You: Do they hurt, when I touch them or-

Jason: No no no, it's more of a mental thing…sometimes when you touch them they bring back bad memories before I…

You: Then why don't you ever pull away?

Jason: Because I know you're not trying to hurt me, I know that you're safe? I don't know the fucking words for this…

*He rests his head on your shoulder*

Jason: Just don't leave.

You: I never will Jay.

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in-som-niyah · 23 days

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ok another floating thought:

Jason Todd does not tolerate bad eating habits.

Iced coffee for breakfast? Absolutely not.

6pm and you had not a single sip of water? Forget it.

Having a single slice of toast for lunch AND dinner? Naur babes.

You will be eating 3 square meals a day will allowance for snacks and 'happy foods' as he likes to call them.

As soon as you complain about a headache, stomachache, light-headedness, fatigue he will tell you to go fucking eat something with a glass of water, not coffee.

Its even worse if you live together like i strongly believe he would wake up early just to make you a balanced breakfast before you go about your day.

GOD BUT IF UR IN UNI??? babe be ready bc he will break into your dorm to bring u food that he cooked u himself. (he's a loverboy duh)

no time to cook or order? He's gotchu

too tired? already on the way

exam season with barely any time to take a breath? already on it babe he'll spoonfeed you while you revise your textbook

and plus, how else are you supposed to grow as big and strong as him when you're only eating half a meal a day?

I WANNA MUNCH ON HIS MOOSCLES SO BAD FUCKKKKK

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hanasnx · 3 months

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MINORS DNI 18+

Riding on the back of JASON TODD’s motorcycle gets you incredibly hot. Everything from the way he put your helmet on and gave it a pat-pat to make sure it was nice and snug and safe; how he coached you to lean with him when he made turns; how you sat on a vibrating vehicle with your cheek nuzzling the cold leather of his bike jacket and your arms wrapped securely around his thick torso; and during stop-lights he’d reach behind him to rub your thigh, checking on you, making sure you’re okay. You wore the little black dress he likes, the one that rides up a bit high on your thigh, but he told you he wants people to stare at the hot piece of ass on the back of his bike. Now he’s parked the cycle, got his jacket unzipped and his helmet under his arm, running a hand through the hair he hasn’t cut in too long. All you can think about is giving him the most offensive head of his life. “What are those fuck-me eyes for, baby?”

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fic-over-cannon · 4 months

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Jason Todd loves casual intimacy, not that he’d really ask for it. You are always welcome in his space and it thrills him when you accept that like it’s always been yours. He likes it when you lean into his side, rest your head on his shoulder, press kisses to his temples. He likes it when you curl your fingers into his hair absentmindedly or seat yourself in his lap like you belong there. He likes how unapologetically you’ll drape yourself over him, sometimes just for the sake of touching and sometimes just to grab something he’s in the way of. Little touches to his neck, shoulders, back. He likes seeing you in his stolen clothes, and the extra toothbrush in his bathroom. The first time he hears you refer to him as ‘yours’ he has to consciously start breathing again. Mine, my boyfriend, my partner, my husband.

Jason likes to come up behind you, sling his arms around your waist and press a kiss to your hair before resting his chin on your head. He likes knowing which shampoo to buy for you for the apartment without having to think about it. He likes it when he curls an arm around your shoulder and your hand reflexively reaches up to link your fingers. He’ll reach for your hand first but you’ll always reach back. He likes carrying you when your heels hurt too much and telling you all the ways you look gorgeous in your going out clothes. He likes knowing what your sleepy face looks like and how it feels to kiss the sleep out of your eyelids. He likes knowing the weight of you in his arms and the warmth of your palm when it cups his cheek.

Jason Todd loves the casual intimacy of your two lives tangled together.

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hurkules · 28 days

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Domestic Life Thoughts…

Jason likes that you need him. He goes weak in the knees when you ask him to open containers because “the top must be stuck.” He can’t help but smile and give a gentle “of course, baby.”

He likes how you drape yourself over him throughout the day. He’s always touch starved, and it gives him butterflies to think that you want him as much as he does you. He doesn’t care to have personal space when it comes to you.

Whenever he gets the chance, Jason cooks for you. He looks up recipes to try out and beams when you compliment him. Whenever you bake, he eats it all in like 48 hours or less. “Sorry, baby” he’ll say placing a kiss on your cheek. “It was too good. I couldn’t resist.”

Sometimes, he has nightmares but waking up next to you is a life saver. Once he was confused and grabbed you wrist a little too hard leaving a bruise. He begged for forgiveness and banished himself to living room for a couple of days. Occasionally, he thinks about it, plants gentle kisses there, and gives a soft “so sorry, baby. It’ll never happen again.”

Jason never yells. Even if you’re arguing, he never raises his voice at you. You yelling literally doesn’t phase him in the slightest, and, to be honest, angry you is super cute and attractive to him. Despite this, he doesn’t act with the intent to upset you. Sometimes, he’s just a dick.

He’s such a loverboy. The two of you have weekly dates and he’s always bring you back chocolate and flowers. He’ll write poems and love notes and leave them on the night stand for you to find when you get home or wake up. He blushes when he finds little love notes you left in his bag and makes a mental note to thank you for it later. You put a cat sticker on his bike, and it’s his favorite thing. He added a heart sticker next to it because “you love cats, coincidentally, you’re kinda cat like, and I love you. It works out perfectly.”

It had been years since he celebrated his birthday, so when you decided to dedicate the day to him, he nearly cried. At the end of the night, you gave him a locket with pictures of the two of you and your cats. You had Eternal Sunshine engraved on the front because “This time with you have been the brightest and warmest days of my life.” At that point, he actually did cry. “You mean the world to me, baby” he told you through tears with his head buried in your neck. “I’d do anything for you. My heart’s always been yours. I swear it.”

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superhero--imagines · 7 months

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He’s literally obsessed with you - With the Bat Boys

A/N: trying out these fucking ugly banners again because y’all seem to like them and I need the internet-good-writer validation points.

Dick Grayson

* He’s a simp bro

* Just because he’s hot doesn’t mean he isn’t hiding a whole horde of daddy and mommy issues isn’t into you

* He trails after you like a lost puppy and he would kiss the ground you walk on if it didn’t make you a little concerned

His breath brushes against your calf, a tender kiss placed on your knee.

He’s done this enough for you to know it’s not sexual.

“I can do it myself Dick,” you murmur, cheeks hot as you watch him kneel on the ground, his nimble fingers working to untie your shoes.

“I know you can.” His eyes sparkle when he looks up at you with a smile. “But I want to do this for you.” He grins when you hide your shy smile behind your hand, setting your shoes to the side and placing a soft kiss on your ankle.

Jason Todd

* He’s in between terror and bliss

* Jason doesn’t understand how you meant so much to him so fast

* It’s simultaneously thrilling and terrifying how much you occupy his thoughts and time

* But for better or worse, he can’t seem to let you go

He can’t tell what’s warmer, the heat from your body or the heat radiating off from his face.

Here he is, face bright pink with the heart of a sixteen year old boy in a man’s body, falling in love for the first time.

And you’re asleep.

You’ve turned his whole world upside down, and made a mess of his mind—and now you’re getting the best sleep of your life using his chest as your personal pillow.

And he has no room to complain since he’s enabling you, wrapping his arms around you rto keep you pressed securely against his chest.

Because the only thing scarier than holding you close, is having you somewhere he can't reach.

“I can't believe you made me fall in love like this,” he murmurs, pressing a sweet kiss to your hair.

Damian Wayne

* He really embodies “hard to the world, but soft for my girl” vibes

* This man has never done a chore in his life, but if you’re feeling out of it or overwhelmed, watch him at your doorstep with a broom and apron

“Damian I support you in anything you choose to do,” you start, “but do you know how to use a washing machine?”

“Of course I do my love, I’m not a savage.” But the fact that he’s putting dish soap in tells you otherwise.

He’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit.

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ragingbookdragon · 2 years

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hi❤ some time ago i read your fic where the reader lose her memory and jason takes care of her, it's very moving could you do a second part of it?

I can! I'm glad it moved you!

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“Hey,” she murmured, stepping into the office to ask the question that had been weighing on her mind. “Can I ask you something?”

He looked up from the laptop and smiled kindly at her. “Yeah, is everything alright?”

“You keep leaving these little flowers for me in my tea. Not that I mind but, what am I supposed to do with them? Like do I eat them or…?”

Laughing, he rose from the desk and rounded it, coming to stand before her and he took the cup from her hand, tungsten wedding band glinting in the soft light. “They’re periwinkle flowers. People use them to help brain health.”

“Brain health?” she repeated. “Like memory or concentration?”

“Mhm,” he answered, handing her back the cup. “I just wanted to make sure I was doing all I could to help you recover anything you may have forgotten.”

She frowned. “The doctors said I might never recover it all.”

“I know. But it never hurts to try.” He looked at the cup again. “You love flowers a lot.”

“I do? I mean, I do, they’re beautiful and calming.”

He smiled. “We’d go walking around the forested outskirts of Gotham and you’d point out every plant you could. Name, benefits, risks, anything and everything botany, you knew it.” Winking at her, he added, “You almost gave Poison Ivy a run for her money one night.”

“Poison Ivy?” she murmured, brows furrowing and before he could tell her not to stress herself out, she asked, “She’s the one with the plants, right? The eco-terrorist?”

His eyes widened and he nodded, smile lighting up his face. “Yeah! That’s her! You remember?”

She tipped her head side to side. “Sort of. It’s kinda fuzzy though.” Raising the cup, she said, “Maybe we need some more tea to help out.”

“Then I’ll make some more tea,” he agreed and started for the door, only to stop when she took his hand, “Everything okay?”

Leaning over, she pressed her lips to his jaw and whispered, “Thank you for taking care of me, Jason.”

A solemn look came over his face and he nodded. “Of course. I love you. I’ll always take care of you.”

“I know,” she answered and smiled softly. “But let me take care of you too, okay? I gotta fall in love with you again.”

“Telling me you already aren’t?”

She giggled and pushed at his stomach. “A lady never tells her secrets.”

“You’re a married lady,” Jason retorted, kissing her cheek. “You’re my married lady.”

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niphredil-14 · 2 years

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if jason todd were getting married, both wedding bands would be Lord of the Rings themed. except instead of “one ring to rule them all” he would have the inscription say some stupid and cheesy parody like, “one ring to rule your heart”

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mostly-imagines · 22 days

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Banished

jason todd x fem!reader

aka jason misses his girlfriend

warnings: extremely mild angst, he’s just mopey (he’s fine)

Jason sits slumped over the kitchen island, head lying in his crossed arms. His now soggy cereal disregarded after barely a few bites.

Dick’s been rummaging through the cabinets for the better part of twenty minutes and Tim sits atop of the nook table shoving donuts in his mouth for the better part of thirty.

Damian trudges past them to the nook bench, taking out a knife and beginning to whittle away at a block of wood.

He glances at Jason with a scowl. “If you’re going to be so miserable, can’t you do it in your own home?”

Jason just grunts.

He wishes. You and Bruce had conspired to trap him at the mansion for the week so he could heal from injuries sustained during the last mission without risk of him suiting up and sneaking away from you in the middle of the night.

It’s not even the fact that he’s basically being babysat that’s got him so disgruntled. He wouldn’t mind it at all if you were here too. But you were dead set that the manor was too far out of your way for work, so you’d stay behind. A lose-lose for Jason.

“He’s just mad his girlfriend kicked him out.” Dick teases, swiping through the fridge.

Tim snorts from the doorway, “Me too. He’s a lot more depressing on his own.”

Jason kept his head down as he blindly reached for the spoon in his cereal and chucked it at Tim’s head.

Tim catches it without thought, continuing, “A lot more irritable, at least. Why isn’t she here?”

“She’s gotta work.” Dick says, scanning through the pantry.

Damian peeps his head up from his project. “But Todd has a rather large supply of less than legally obtained money, does he not?”

“Yeah, but she said she wants to pay her own rent, I think.” Dicks hums, finally giving up on his quest for a snack.

Damian pauses.

“So she wants to live in a tiny apartment?” He asks, a mixture of confused and horrified.

“Watch your mouth.” Jason mumbles.

“It was a genuine question!” Damian protests, face screwed up.

Jason finally lifts his head up, turning to his little brother with a raised brows. “And I’m genuinely going to break your nose.”

It’s an empty threat, maybe. But it was enough to shut Damian up anyways. Jason turns back to his cereal and swishes the bowl around.

Dick rests his arms on the counter across from Jason and speaks lowly. “You know, it is just a few days. She’s coming back.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Jason was never one for showing his feelings—let alone talking about them.

He misses you, plain and simple. Dick could see that much clearly, though the longing looked unfamiliar on Jason.

Bruce lingers in the hallway, just past the island, listening.

He’ll admit (to himself) that he’s worried about Jason. It’s been three days and Jason has yet to show a crack in this demeanor. And while it’s not uncommon for him to stow himself away, there is something quite wrong with the way he hasn’t countered his brother’s jabs at him or teased them.

And while he could do without the blatant threats, he’s proud to hear his son defending his girlfriend, even over trivial things. It’s one of the few moments where he feels like he did right by him as a father.

And now here’s his son, caring about someone else more than he cares about himself. Someone who’s a good person, no less. It had been your idea to trick Jason into staying at the manor, you were scared that he would push his body past its limit when you couldn’t do anything to help.

Bruce knew you didn’t feel great about basically banishing him for the week but he could see that you just wanted what was best for Jason. He could see it so clearly. Maybe Bruce could never have been a perfect father, could never have given his son everything he needed despite having more money than he could ever use. Maybe he couldn’t help him, even now.

But you could.

Bruce peers around the corner, leaning up against the doorframe.

He watches Damian give up on carving at his block and start into the leg of the table.

He watches the bickering that broke out after Tim grab the last glazed donut, which was apparently the only thing Dick could possibly fathom eating.

And he watches Jason.

As Jason’s phone lights up on the counter next to him. He glances down at it with a frown before his face absolutely lights up.

He scrambles to pick the phone up and starts typing away. A quiet action that catches the attention of all of his brothers.

He types and types, waits for ten seconds for a response and types and types again—smile on his face.

The Waynes didn’t need to be the greatest detectives in the world to know who he was texting.

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gay-dorito-dust · 28 days

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Would they or would they not catch you…

Dick: yes. 100% yes but he’s -no pun intended- a little bit of a teasing dick about it.

He will catch you but then act as though he’s going to drop you by loosening his grip, making you scream out of surprise and cling onto him tighter, all the while beaming that bright and beautiful smile of his as though he wasn’t about to willingly let you fall flat on your ass on multiple occasions.

‘I fucking hate you!’ You whined, smacking Dick on the bicep.

‘Oh do you now?’ Dick inquires as he slowly begins to losses his grip on you, smirking.

‘Did I say hate you? I meant love you, a lot! Please don’t drop me.’ You cried as you tightened your grip on his neck whilst struggling to keep your feet from touching the floor. ‘Awww I love you too gorgeous.’ Dick coos as he pressed kisses into your face as you could only glare at the cheeky bastard.

You hate him sometimes but you weren’t going to complain about the affection you were being given. So you guess you’ll suffer for now.

Side note: he might even try and see if you can catch him. 💀

Jason: He will catch you but makes it a big deal whenever he can. He loves holding you in his arms.

He could keep you in his arms forever if he could but knew that he can’t, so he settles for going about his day carrying you throughout the apartment instead.

‘You can put down any day now.’ You’d tell him but that only makes Jason tighten his grip on you as he moved in his makeshift library for a book to read.

‘No.’ He simply replied, scouring the many book titles in front of him in the hopes that one might speak to him. You pout. ‘What do you mean no?’ Jason then looks at you and says. ‘No means no. As in no I will not put you down because I do as I like and will not be told otherwise, so the cutie currently in my arms has to deal with it.’ He then smiles as he presses a kiss to your forehead before looking back towards the bookshelves.

You end up falling asleep in his arms and Jason couldn’t help but smile at how cute you were, even if you did look like the living dead.

Damian: says no but will in fact catch you without hesitation.

However if you do try to tease him about it, then he will drop you without a second thought. ‘You can catch yourself next time.’ He would say as he walks away, leaving you with a bruised ass. Titus -who saw the whole thing- would come up to you to make sure you weren’t genuinely hurt and encourage you to get up by nudging you with his head.

Don’t test him because he will do it and then act like the whole thing didn’t happen if you were to bring it up.

‘Dick.’ You’d say as you stood up.

‘I heard that.’ He’d call back, his voice echoing off the walls. ‘You were meant to.’ You reply. ‘And at least Titus came to check up on me to see if I wasn’t hurt.’ You’d add while scratching Titus behind the ear.

Needless to say you were more cautious when choosing Damian to catch you. However he does apologise for dropping you on your ass by gifting you something he himself drew by hand; He secretly doesn’t like it when you’re upset with him and will do anything to rectify it.

What a sweetheart.

Bruce: he’s too use to you pulling this type of shit that it’s basically muscle memory for him to catch you as you’re running towards him, all with a straight face mind you.

Be grateful because he risked a much needed bowl of Mulligatawny soup just to catch you in his arms, but then again the kisses you bombard his cheek is more than reward enough, a small almost missable smile appears on his lips as he then proceeds to carry you for the rest of the day as “punishment.”

( this only occurs when Bruce is feeling particularly affectionate or playful)

Much to your batkids -Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Duke, Cass and Steph- dismay. They’d want to use this as blackmail, but they know that it will backfire as you’ll probably hang the photo on a wall somewhere in the manor, reminding them of how disgustingly their parents can be when given the opportunity.

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indulgentdaydream · 3 months

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BEEN WAITING FOR THIS BESTIE

what about a tired and very touch-starved jason wakes up at like 2pm and fem!reader is out of bed??? and he comes and finds them and throws them over his shoulder and brings them back to bed???? because why would you leave jaybean by himself????? unnacceptable???

THIS IS SO ADORABLE WHAT

And the idea of people waiting for my requests to be open is so weird like… what do you mean you wanna read my writings and hear my thoughts??? Y’all make me smile so much I swear

Side note: I’m so sorry this is a month late. And then also another day late than I said I would post.

Side side note: if y’all saw me post this without the photo header…. No you didn’t

M.I.A

Jason Todd x gn!Reader || Domestic Fluff || Word Count: 758

Warnings: not completely proofread. Gun mention.

Jason’s pulled himself out of a bad dream. Not quite a nightmare, though something eerily close.

It was one of those rare nights that he had off of patrol. One he where the two of you got to eat dinner together, watch some TV, get ready for bed, then fall asleep in your shared bed. He enjoyed the chances when he got them.

He laid on his stomach under the comfortably heavy duvet. His left arm was bent beneath his pillow, his hand grazing the hidden .44 he had convinced you to let him keep there, the other arm laying in front of him. He kept his eyes closed, clinging to his last tendrils of sleep.

All he needed was you back in his arms and his dreams would turn good again, filled with the smell of your soap and hints of faded perfume.

Slowly, he stretches his right arm out across the sheets, sleepily searching for your form. It drags along the sheets, his entire body only half-asleep.

He’s aware that there’s this… itch in his skin. Not a physical itch. An itch that can only be satisfied by having your arms around him again.

Jason Todd doesn’t count sheep. He counts your heart beats or your breathing. Sometimes both.

He must be laying further to the edge of his side of the bed than he thought. Usually, he doesn’t have to reach this far to get to you when you two drift apart in your sleep.

His hand grazes the wall. His eyes shoot open.

You aren’t in bed.

He pushes himself up with his elbows. A tired, confused, and slightly panicked frown settled on his face, his hair mussed up and flat on one side of his head.

The bedroom window is closed. The door is cracked open.

Then he notices the sound of the tap running in the kitchen.

Jason gets up and out of bed, moving languidly. He pads his way out of the bedroom and into the hallway.

His eyes squint at the light you had turned on as he stands in the doorway. All foggy panic he felt before faded away at the sight of you, filling a glass with water, standing in one of his shirts.

He shuffles his feet. A purposeful noise that he wouldn’t otherwise make as he went about his day, one to get your attention.

You turn around, your glass of water in your hand. You take notice of your boyfriend’s large stature filling the entryway, a sleepy pout on his lips. You give him a smile. He can tell you're trying not to laugh at his fatigued state.

“Want a glass, too?”

Jason shakes his head. He makes his way across the kitchen, his brows still furrowed against the light.

He just wants you back in bed with him.

He reaches for your glass after you sip from it. You hand it to him. Jason takes the cold glass in his right hand, bends down a little, and wraps his left arm tight around the bottom of your bum. He stands back up, now with you draped over his shoulder.

You squeal out a fit of laughter, "Jay!"

He flicks off the light as he exits the kitchen, makes his way back into the hall, then kicks the door to your bedroom shut as he carries you in.

Gently, he sets you back down on the edge of the bed. Once you're properly seated, he hands your water back for you to finish. Seeing your bright smile makes his own lips tug into a small one.

Jason rakes his hands through his hair as you drink. He rubs his hands over his face, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes from a moment, trying to shake a bit of the sleep still clinging to him.

You hand him back the nearly finished glass of water. He watches you shuffled back under the covers, moving over to the wall-side. Your side. He finishes off the last two gulps of your water and sets the glass on the night stand.

He follows you under the covers, immediately pulling you close. He presses a kiss to your cheek and drops his head into the crook of your neck, an arm draped around your waist, the other tucked under his pillow. He kisses your shoulder and gently squeezes your waist once.

Your arms settle around him, "If you wanted cuddles you could’ve just asked, you know."

Jason only grumbles an incoherent response. He shuffles and presses closer to you, holding you tight.

You kiss his forehead and Jason starts to count.

Ahh!! I hope you like! This is lowkey rushed.

Also you can catch my personal headcanon of how Jason WILL keep his bed, with or without you in it, as far away from the window and door as possible. And you best believe that when you two share, you're getting the wall side so he can act as a barrier for any possible danger that may come in.

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innerwomen · 2 months

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To the paparazzi.

Paring: Husband!Bruce Wayne x (batmom) F!Reader

SUMMARY: At a gala you hear reports negative comments towards you but you brush it off, but when someone mentions your children? Peace was never an option.

TYPE: angst with sweet revenge

WARNING: body shaming. Swearing. This takes place in the original DC AU the only difference is that COVID-19 also took place (quarantine).

Reminder: you are beautiful, so who gives a shit what they say? (If you have any requests, I would love to know!! Don’t be shy!)

“And next we have… Oh my god! It’s Bruce Wayne and wife Y/n Wayne! This is the first time we’ve seen them out in public since Covid-19 lockdown!” The reporter was just one of many people screaming, taking pictures or asking questions towards you and Bruce.

After two years or complete lockdown, Gothams elites were back at it again with the parties, galas, and charities. And as the wife of a socialist, you and Bruce had a lot of events to attend. You and your husband were making your way into the after party for the election of the Mayor, the one Barbara Gordon won. You had to admit you slightly missed the parties, and the music, and the social interactions. But god, you’ve always hated the paparazzi.

“While it looks like Mr.Wayne kept himself busy at the gym during quarantine, looks like Y/n was taking it easy.” You heard a reporter say as she looked you over, judging.

“Seems like we are going to be seeing a weight loss journey from Mrs.Wayne coming soon. Hopefully.” Another snarking comment.

You heard the comments, they wanting you to hear them. Bruce heard them too; it was bothering him and he wanted to say something about it. “Y/n, give me the word and I swear- those people won’t have a job in three lifetimes.”

“Bruce, don’t let it get to you, I don’t. I couldn’t give two shits what those people say about me, what do they know? I look good, and I feel good.” Though you were appreciative, you didn’t need Bruce to defend you. When you were younger, you probably would have let those comments get to you, but as you’ve matured, you realize, no one can pay you enough to care what people think.

You and Bruce were at the end of the carpet and about to make your way inside the building when suddenly you hear, “If this is her, I would hate to see how her sons have gotten. The once handsome Wayne sons, may have let themselves go, and their daughter? She was chubby to begin with, imagine her now….!”

You’re furious, you couldn’t believe somebody had the actual audacity to speak about your children that way. Literal children. You were all about ‘not letting it get to you’ but messing with someone kids? That’s a whole different story.

You let go of Bruce’s hand and grab the woman by the shirt collar, “Listen hear, I couldn’t care less about what you say about me…” you bring her closer, “but if you ever say anything about my children again; I will pull your tongue out of your mouth, drag it around your neck, and strangle you with it.” You keep eye contact the whole time, letting her know, you aren’t playing around. “Do you understand?”

“Y-yes… sorry….” You felt her quiver. Good.

You let go of her and she immediately collapses onto the ground. You walk back to Bruce, grasp his hand and walk inside. “Are we going to act like… none of that just happened?” Bruce asked as he glanced down at you.

“She’s so lucky this dress is tight, if not, I would have punched her so hard in the vocal cords she’d become mute.” You say irritated.

“I think she’s learned her lesson, honey. Let’s get you a drink.” He smiles as he walks you over to the bar. “By the way,” his voice drops and he whispers to you, “that was so hot, seeing you put her in her place.”

You felt your cheeks blush and you shoo him, “Just get me my drink.”

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