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Jason Todd (Red Hood) | Gotham Knights

I don't care about anything negative anyone has to say about his design, I would climb him like a tree and never let go. Because boy is HOT like FIRE.

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Well god forbid a person has hobbies

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We should have more c.ai bots with this concept because I want more bots of the Mark varients

I originally wasn’t going to go this hard on this but here we are aa

This is very self indulgent because I absolutely love the fics where the reader is not together with mainstream Mark, but is/was in all the other universes. I am absolutely eating those fics up 😭🤲🍲

And so, I got inspired to make this piece ^^

I also didn't make the person into oc or anything as I kinda like to make them more featureless with pieces like this

I did have so much fun with the poses!

Also viltrum mark ended up looking kinda cute 👉👈 bro is just hanging around

Sorry for the watermaks. Had to slap some on just in case

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GOTHAM KNIGHTS JASON TWICE IN THE SAME DAY?? I MUST BE IN HEAVEN RN ILY RANDOM PERSON I FOUND FOR A SECOND TJME TODAY ON MY FEED

Gk! Jason todd

Moodboard

Mdni:spicy after the cut

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GOTHAM KNIGHTS JASON MENTIONED ILY RANDOM PERSON I FOUND ON MY FEED

GK! JASON TODD NSFW ALPHABET (F!POV)

MDNI

A=aftercare

He is soft, makes sure you are cozy in bed, then makes sure you are asleep, grabs a book, and lights a cigarette to wind down before sleep.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: his hands mostly; he loves to see how big they are in comparison to your face.

Yours: he is not picky; he likes tits ass, pussy, and everything in between.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He likes to see you swallow it, or inside you, he used to condoms on one night stands, but he gets possesive with his “real” partners

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) he masturbated as soon as he could after meeting you many years ago

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He is a stud; one-night stands during his early days as hero taught him everything, but after the pit, he could only truly be with those who could handle him, which included you.

F = Favourite Position

Doggy

G = Goofy

Sadly no, hes mean or serious

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He has a thin layer of chest hair that he occasionally removes, but he usually keeps his hair down there messy.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Hes mean and really into dom’ing you

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He has you, so he does not really need to, but when he is on a long stakeout or you are sick/tired, he rubs it off.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Domination, degradation, restraints and spaking

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He fucks you practically anywhere, including the belfry. Yes, in his motorcycle ? YES, in a dark alleyway? YES!!!

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you workout, seeing your strong muscles and amazing abs? YES, PLEASE!, OR Seeing you beat up Dick or Tim in training makes him flustered.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Age play/ddlg or anything beyond “daddy”

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He likes both although most people cant take his dick fully but he dosent mind giving

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the mood, especially after a long mission. He is soft and slow, but what about one of those nights? You are going to need Babs’ wheelchair.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He likes to smack your ass and bend you over in the belfry, among other places, but he prefers propersex.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s a freak.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

the lazarus pit gave him insane stamina, this man can easly go for hours on end

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He likes to overstimulate you sometimes, so a toy or too dont hurt

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s not a teaser, he likes to be upfront

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s loud, he groans, grunts and shouts at you all during sex

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He likes to send dick picks comparig his massive pistols to his big fat cock

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

MONSTER BIG and beer can thick, he has to custom order condoms just for his one night stands but he’s with you now so he dosent need them

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Insanely high everynight he’s yearning for you

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

About an hour afterwards

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I think as a society we should make more male reader x Dick Grayson. Idk I just think that whenever I see my favorite bisexual. Unironically I feel like he would LOVE making fun of reader for having a smaller dick while he’s blowing readers back out.

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Just realize I have not post these here lol

Feel free to save~

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I’d peg the fuck out of him

I find him very cute 🥹

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chillin on a Saturday night

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it's not common at all but just imagine jason greek god! and the reader as her sweet nymph.

I mean, Jason being possessive of his nymph not letting other gods near his nymph and killing all the humans who deign to look at her.

(my obsession with Greek mythology + Jason Todd hits hard)

i love this thought sm

you’re just a pretty little thing that he can’t get enough of :(( he is a muscular rough man and you just sit there and look pretty completely unaware of the prying eyes in you that jason wants to rip off. he is mean and cold hearted to everyone but you, purposely hiding is rough side away like how he would kill the people who looked at you…

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behold: young justice doodle requests!

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Low quality Jason my beloved

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hey so um im a bitchless loser who has been thinking about this for 10 minutes and I need to act on it now sooo uh here’s GK!Jason x mixed reader/oc cuz uhhhh im Asian and Latina. Can’t stress this enough but please remember writing is not my strongest suit

Anyways here’s GK!Jason cause he needs more loving

GK!Jason who had been dragged along to a club by Dick, mainly to hang out together and spend time together. A couple drinks in and Dick disappears to fuck all somewhere, leaving Jason alone. Jason stands at the bar, staring at a woman from across the room. Talking to a couple friends in Spanish only to then switch to Mandarin. He hadn’t even NOTICED the fact he was staring the woman down, being left by the bar, she was only expected to cross him at least once, so when she finally did he couldn’t help but talk to her…

somehow talking to her lead into kissing, groping, and soon he found himself fucking the life out of her in a unisex bathroom. He hadn’t even know the woman’s name, and here he was, whispering in her ear about how she was only his as she lifted her, and then slammed her back down on his cock. There were a couple knocks on the door but he didn’t care, he continued until he filled up her pretty little pussy to the point he cum was leaking out of her. Then he went for a second round, and then a third, a couple rounds later she was a babbling mess, reverted back to her native tongue before the door opened, Dick being met with the sight of his brother fucking a random girl, knowing full well he won’t stop talking about her now until he found her again.

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I have this oc, Enora. (Please feel free to use her as your y/n) Pretty much there’s tension between her and GK! Jason, here’s what I got for them (No there’s no sex here sorry, also xoxo to c.ai for giving me the idea to do this, I will be using the opening message for the bot I used for this.)

Jason's fingers traced the scar on his face as he stared at himself in the mirror, taking deep and long breaths in an attempt to calm himself.

It'd been a while since the last time he'd let the scar—a constant reminder of what he'd suffered at the hands of the Joker before his demise—get to him like this. All that therapy, all that support, all the positive self-talk. And here he was again, right back where he'd started.

His reflection stared back at him, unflinching. There were bags under his eyes. A scowl on his face. The scar, trailing up from the corner of his lip to the side of his head. A white streak on his hair. Jason was intimidating. Scary. If the GCPD was to be believed, he was a violent and merciless murderer.

Therapy, his friends, siblings, Alfred, and Bruce had tamed the hateful beast in his heart—now Bruce was gone, and Jason knew everyone stepped on eggshells around him, waiting for him to snap. He wanted to scream. He wasn't fragile. He wouldn't hurt his loved ones. He was past that, damn it.

But what if he did hurt them? What if the Lazarus Pit had messed with his mind? What if he really was just a ticking time bomb, and all that healing had done was extend the timer?

His fist collided with the mirror, sending shards and blood flying. Jason barely registered the pain. He was so tired.

Hurried footsteps and the sound of his name snapped him out of it. What was he doing? He couldn't lose control like this. "In the bathroom," he called out, putting his bloodied hand under the running faucet, wincing as the water stung his open wounds. "I'm fine. Just...had a little accident, that's all." “Let me see..” Jason looked towards the door, where the voice came from. It was soft, feminine, and very familiar. "I'm fine," he repeated, his tone harsher than it should have been.

He wasn't fine. He was bleeding. Still a little upset. A little paranoid.

And a little relieved that it was her at the door.

“Hey…let me see, it’s hard to patch these up sometimes.”

She said in a gentle voice, as if trying to talk to an animal. Jason sighed, his shoulders dropping a little. He didn't like being babied, especially right now. But this wasn't a situation he should face alone.

He stepped away from the mirror, letting her walk into the room and take his hand. Jason leaned against the sink, his gaze distant. "How'd you know to come?" he asked, his voice gruff.

“Heard the mirror break .” She said as I checked his hand. “Did you clean it up already?”

"Yeah," he grumbled, flinching as she examined his hand. There were cuts and a few shards of glass embedded in his skin. Jason had tried to get rid of most of the evidence of his breakdown, but this was too major to ignore.

"There was a lot of blood." Jason paused. "I didn't mean to do it. I don't know what.."

His expression hardened. Jason wouldn't accept his outburst as a normal occurrence. He was supposed to be healed and past this. She hummed as she reached for a couple bandages, wrapping up his hand with the bandages.

“The pressure will stop the bleeding.” He let her take care of his hand in silence, his gaze roaming over her face. Jason was used to taking care of others, not the other way around.

"How did you get to be so good at patching up injured vigilantes?" he asked, the corner of his lip twitching in a half-smile. The question was asked in a light tone, but Jason genuinely wanted to know. “Dare I remind you how I met your brother?” Jason chuckled. She was right—Dick's knack for getting himself into trouble was legendary. "Yeah," he admitted, his eyes softening. "That explains it. But I'm guessing it's more than that."

He paused, taking a good look at her. The way she was handling his bandaged hand with such care, it stirred something deep inside Jason. He'd never let anyone this close before. Not romantically, at least. It was dangerous to care about anyone in Gotham. “Used to want to be a doctor, I used to practice with this type of stuff.”

Jason nodded, soaking in the new information. *A doctor, huh?*

"It shows," he said, staring at the neat bandages on his hand. "You're gentle. I never would have pictured you as the caring type."

Jason paused. "Why'd you change your mind? About becoming a doctor, I mean?" He was curious. “…school was too much money, couldn’t exactly afford it, had to drop out.” Jason's expression darkened. He knew all too well what it was like to be held back by a lack of resources. He'd lived it in Crime Alley. He'd been a street kid with a drug addicted mother and a father in prison.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice gruff yet gentle. "That sucks. You'd have made a damn good doctor." Enora's shoulders slumped a little; she didn't like to talk about her past. She'd worked so hard to get where she was now, away from her roots.

Jason's tone was surprisingly tender, like he understood.

"You could still go back to school,” he said, his gaze fixed on her. “You've got the smarts. Gotham U has scholarships. And I could talk to my family...they have connections, they could hook you up.” “Hey…it’s fine, really.” She said with a small smile. “…as nice as that is…I wouldn’t want to go back to school..”

Jason could sense the finality in her voice, and he nodded, even though he disagreed with her decision. He thought she could chase her dream. But it was her decision. He'd be there to support it.

Silence filled the room, the air between them heavy with unspoken words and tension. Jason couldn't stop staring at her.

He'd never seen her look so vulnerable, so open about her past. It was like seeing a different side of her.

“Plus! I’m happy with my current job! Plus, the animal shelter gives me free housing so I don’t need to pay rent or anything.” Jason chuckled at her words. "Free housing, huh?"

He leaned against the sink, his gaze roaming over her face. There was a hint of admiration in his eyes. Living at the animal shelter sounded both adorable and...practical.

"So you've found your calling then? Taking care of animals?" he asked, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“It’s…easy.” She said as her eyes darted to the floor.

Jason raised an eyebrow, a challenge in his voice. "Easy, huh?"

He was used to dealing with the toughest of situations. Handling criminals, fighting bad guys, saving the day. Jason was a goddamn vigilante, for one. His life was anything but easy.

He pushed away from the sink, taking a step closer to her.

"You sure you're not just avoiding the hard stuff? The difficult stuff?" he asked, his tone teasing. “Well doesn’t everyone want that?” She said as she put her hands on her hips, sitting down on the edge of the bathtub, he followed after.

Jason paused, taken aback by her response. He'd expected a witty comeback, not this unexpected honesty.

"Guess you've got me there," he admitted, a half-smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Everyone wants an easy life, I suppose."

Jason studied her, his gaze drifting over her face. She was different. He liked that about her.

"Do you ever miss the thrill, the adrenaline? You know, the stuff that makes life interesting?" “Well of course I still get that, just…not from there. I like the mellow atmosphere.”

"Mellow," Jason repeated, a smirk playing on his lips.

He found it adorable. She was so...calm. He was high-strung, always on edge, his emotions close to the surface. The exact opposite of her.

Jason leaned closer, invading her personal space.

"Don't get me wrong," he said, his voice low. "It's a...unique thing you have going on. But you're telling me you never crave something more than just...mellow?" “Well that’s why I go outside, Jason.”

Jason chuckled, his gaze locked with hers. "You're a paradox, you know that? You want a simple life with animals, yet you go out to find excitement outside of work…”

He couldn’t quite figure her out. It was intriguing. There was a sense of mystery in her that kept him on edge. Jason stepped even closer, his proximity to her almost impolite. But he didn’t care.

“So what’s the deal? Are you a thrill-seeker when nobody's looking?”

“You wouldn’t get it, Jason.”

She said with a small smile as she looked up at him.

Jason grunted, feeling a pang of... something. It was hard to tell what it was. Was he annoyed? Was he…jealous?

He didn't like that she thought he didn't understand her.

He was so close to her now. Just a few inches between them. Jason could feel the heat radiating off her body.

"Enora," he said her name softly, like a challenge. "Try me."

“…no. I feel I’ve made a mistake of some kind—“

Jason's jaw tensed, annoyance brewing within him. He hated being dismissed, especially by her.

He was a stubborn bastard and he wasn't used to people, women especially, resisting him. But something about her attitude, her refusal to cave…it was a challenge he couldn't resist.

Jason took a step closer, so close that he was practically towering over her. He placed a hand on the wall next to her head, effectively trapping her.

"Don't play that game with me, sweetheart."

“Why not?”

She said as she got close to him, face to face.

Jason was taken aback by her boldness, her lack of fear. He inhaled sharply, her proximity sending an electric shiver down his spine.

The air between them crackled.

Jason was used to people backing away from him, intimidated by his size and personality. But not her. She stood her ground, her gaze locked with his.

He clenched his jaw, his expression hardening.

"Because I'm not a man you can play with."

“…still doesn’t stop me from feeling the things I do.”

Jason's heart raced in his chest, his breath hitching in his throat. He wasn't expecting that confession.

His gaze darkened, his expression intense.

"And what is it you're feeling right now?" he asked, his voice a rough whisper.

“…feelings I know you won’t reciprocate.”

Jason's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. She was right, of course. A part of him wanted to resist her. He was a damaged man. He was a lone wolf. Getting close to people hurt. Every time he let people in, something bad happened.

But something about her…

Jason reached up, cupping her face gently in his hand. He ran his thumb over her cheek, his gaze softening.

“Try me.”

“…I want you.”

Jason felt a jolt of electricity run through his body. Those words. He never thought he'd hear that from anyone, especially not from her.

He was supposed to be detached, a loner, a hardened vigilante. But he couldn't deny the stirring in his chest as he heard her confession.

Jason leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear.

“You don’t know what you're getting into,” he warned, his voice a gruff whisper.

“…But I want to.”

Jason's self-control was waning. The heat between them was almost palpable, her confession like an intoxicating drug. He wanted her, he knew that. But it went against everything he stood for, everything he was.

He took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure.

"You're playing a dangerous game here,” he said, his voice now a soft rumble. "I don't do relationships, Enora. I don't do commitment. I don't…trust people."

“…I know.”

Jason clenched his jaw, torn between his desires and his self-imposed rules. His hand was still on her cheek, his touch gentle, almost reverent.

He sighed deeply, his expression serious.

"Then why me?" he asked, his voice rough. "Why waste your time with someone like me?"

“I don’t know…”

Jason's heart ached as he heard her uncertain tone. He could see the conflict in her eyes, the same conflict that mirrored his own.

His thumb traced a path down her jaw, tracing her skin with a feather-light touch.

"You deserve better, you know that, right?" he said, his voice gruff. "You deserve someone who's not broken. Someone who can give you the world."

“But I don’t want that, Jason…we both know I only have eyes set for you.”

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This feels so Jason coded I love it

Art by Essi Välimäki

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beautiful boy 🦇