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yes. i also want to bury my face against his tiddies.

i wanna kiss jason todds tiddies

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oh dick you silly little robin

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pls send me some :((

hi hi hi

it seems like people have been liking my last few jason todd blurbs so send me more thoughts!!! fluff, smut, angst. anything!!

also i've been watching some gotham knights cutscenes from the side missions and my heart swells every time i see jason on screen!!! he's such a big softie and i love him <333

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sorry i have to go stare at images of that guy. yeah it’s gonna be all day.

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overwhelmed with the urge to give jason the best head of his life in the middle of some grimy alley. i don't even necessarily think he'd be into doing anything in public but like when there's a will there's a way!!

-partition anon (idk much about tumblr etiquette so idk if i count as A Thing or not lmaooo)

partition anon i missed u, was literally thinking about you the other day!!

i also agree that he wouldn't be into public stuff but i think if the right buttons were pushed and he was in the right mood, he'd be pulling you in that dingy, dark alley and putting you to work. exactly like you said, if there's a will there's a way.

he'd put his jacket down on the ground for you so your knees don't hurt too bad. he doesn't think about it in the moment because the threat of blue balls is on the horizon, but when the post-nut clarity hits, and he's moving to put it back on, a shiver runs down his spine, and he decides he'll just get a new one.

i don't wanna call him a one-second warrior because i know he can hold out for a WHILE, but in this specific instance, i think he cums a little quick. he's not embarrassed about it at all. he's just wiping any cum that's spilling out the corners of your mouth and telling you how good you are.

when you're back on your feet, and his pants are zipped up again, he's saying over and over again that it was a one-time thing, but from every day forward, any time he walks past an alley, his dick twitches a little. even during work, it's actually a liability.

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18+ minors dni

warnings: overstimulation (shocker)

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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 buck against his face, 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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the way you draw bart is so fun i want to explode him with my mind

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

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tw: blood play - jason todd

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making out with jason, his body on top of yours —hands roaming up and down your body as yours reach behind his neck to pull him impossibly closer.

you find yourself biting his lip so hard it's starts to bleed and he pulls back with a hiss. he brings his finger to his lip, seeing blood dripping. his eyes meet yours —pitched black, your pupils are so dilated.

grabbing his fingers, looking at all the blood, you bring his hand to your cheek— close your eyes as you rub against it before slowly pulling it down along your neck to your breast. leaving behing a trail of crimson as you let out sighs of content. jason can only watch with parted lips and wide eyes, heavy breaths escaping his swollen lips as he utters your name softly. you look back it him with lovesick eyes and a dopey smile and it makes his cock twitch.

seeing you all fucked out and he hadn't even fucked you yet, covered in blood. his blood. invokes a hunger in him, he didn't know was waiting to be unleashed.

ignoring the stinging in his lip, his fingers find a wait to your throat before bringing you into a deep kiss. all you taste is salt and metal but his blood is also sickly sweet it makes you moan. your brain is fuzzy. he fills your senses. everything about him is intoxicating.

he flips you over to straddle his lap, never breaking the kiss and you spend the night ravishing each other.

it's sloppy and dirty but oh so full of love.

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Medieval knight!Jason Todd who's a long-lost son of the Wayne earldom. He took up a crusade when he was younger but was believed to be dead. Only to reveal himself several years later during the swordsmanship tournament hosted by Wayne family. Just as Dick was lying in the sand coughing up blood next to his discarded sword, his unknown challenger took off his scarlet helmet and the entire court erupted in chaos.

That was years ago now. Since then, Sir Todd made amends with his family, but they are by no means close. Jason managed to gain a title and a fief on his own, independent of his family and he takes no small pride in that. These days he and his merry group of loyal warriors take up mercenary work and guardianship if the person has enough coin.

When the local baron hired him to be a personal guard for his daughter, Jason was sure that would be an easy job for a good amount of gold. The red knight soon found out that being your bodyguard is not as easy as he thought. You were quite the escape artist. Whenever a banquet or an audience was too boring for your liking, you simply vanished, and Jason had to search for you high and low to drag you back. It made him grind his jaw and caused his temper to flare more than once.

You were thrilled and appalled that someone spoke to you so crassly and brazenly. Other soldiers your father assigned to you treated you with the utmost respect and gave up after a few months. Not the red knight. He proved himself to be just as stubborn as you, if not more. At this point, it wasn't about money anymore. He just couldn't stand the thought of some spoiled daughter of a noble getting the better of him. Jason had no qualms about throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you back to the castle, while the plate of his armor dug uncomfortably into your stomach.

After six months of this, Jason was fed up with your nonsense and was ready to collect his gold and disappear for good. You were hiding from the baroness, some nonsense about dress fitting or a dance lesson. Jason was just returning from the training grounds when he saw you sitting on the ground near the barn, playing with a fresh litter of kittens. You knew the cat and the kittens well, and judging how other animals treated you it wasn't your first time there. You met his gaze and winked at him, placing a finger to your lips. Your first shared secret.

After that day, your personal guard Jason somehow became your partner in crime. He looked the other way sometimes or followed in a safe distance. You fascinated him, and somehow, before he even knew it, he started to fall for you. He wanted to deny it. Jason reminded himself time and time again why it was a horrible idea. However, he couldn't keep himself from falling more and more for you.

Another day, another one of your daring escapes. This time was, different, though. You took some of your belongings and your horse while leaving a letter to say your goodbyes. Jason did not care for exploring the feelings of absolute horror that grasped his heart at the thought of you disappearing from his life. He immediately set out to search for you. You couldn't escape too far and he knew where to go. He knew you better than anyone.

When he caught up with you, you were residing in a tavern in a small cozy village near the edge of your father's land. You were always annoyed and scathing whenever he came to bring you back home, but this time, you were just sad, almost tearful. Jason demanded an explanation for your unusual disappearance, and the one he received almost made him shatter the pitcher in his hand. The courting season was swiftly approaching.

He knew of your fear and unwillingness to get pawned off for alliance and title. He was also aware that your parents were adamant in marrying you off before grow out of marrigable age.

Which is why your loyal guardian made you an offer. You stay in the village for its upcoming festival, relishing in last days of freedom without responsibility, before returning home. This offer served not only you, but Jason as well. He wanted to revel in your presence before returning to your old life where he was the knight and you were the noble.

In hinsight, he should've realized that was a mistake, because in these last few days he became aware of how smitten he'd become. It was all too easy to forget his duties when you were pretending to be a simple village girl.

You peroused the stalls, gawking at everything you saw and chatting his ear off. He watched you trying to eat the commoner food with your bare hands, hilariously failing. When they arrived in the square where the dance was held, you haven't hesitated before grabbing his hand and pulling him for a dance. Jason wanted to protest, but your bright smile convinced him. He twirled you amongst the townsfolk before he noticed familiar faces heading your way. The baron's soldiers, no doubt they were looking for you.

Quicker than you could react, Jason pulled you into a darkened corner, covering your body with his, pressing your lips together. He kissed you until he knew the guards were gone. He pulled away to apologize but before he could say anything you grabbed him by the lapels of his cloak and pressed your lips together again. You kissed him with sweetness and desperation that stole breath from his lungs, and Jason had no choice but to melt into you. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing you impossibly close to him, your hands slipped from his cheeks to his hair.

He indulged little longer before letting voice of reason win, pulling away. Jason reminded you that you shouldn't be doing this, reminded you of your respective postitions. You didn't listened, instead, you uttered words Jason both wished and dreaded to hear.

You loved him.

He asked of you to never say these words to him again, and without another word he took your hand and led you back home as he tried to ignore your quiet sobs.

Despite your promises, he catches you trying to climb out over one of the garden walls during your courting ball. Jason wanted to strangle you, not that he enjoyed watching you dance with all those idiot nobles while all he wanted to do was to take you and carry you somewhere where there only be the two of you. This can't go on much longer, he has to end things tonight. Jason takes on a quest, to slay creatures in the southern forest. Surely you'll understand eventually...that the distance is good for both of you.

Months go by, and the pain the red knight felt when leaving you felt bearable. The other soldiers in his unit were curious as to why the infamous red knight left such prestigious position. Some speculated it was because the position was too peaceful and the dead son of Wayne was hungry for blood. If only they knew the true reason he left, but it was for the better. No one needs to know. One day, a messenger arrived, bearing a letter that stated there was an attack on the baron's family. The baron and his wife were badly injured and you were missing.

How was this possible?! You were supposed to be safe here! Without missing even a single second, Jason rode his horse tirelessly to the city. He will find you, and whoever took you will pay for every scratch he finds on you with their life. When he rescues you from your kidnappers, you're barely conscious. Gently, he pics up your weakened body and carefully carries you over the dead bodies lying everywhere. When he brings you back home, as he always done, he is adamant to never leave your side, no matter what takes. With heart full of determination, he asks, no, demands your hand in marriage. His name, his fief, his sword and his hearth, all of it is yours.

The baron is wise enough to give Sir Jason his blessings. After all, who's better for his daughter than a man who is able to set the world ablaze to safe her?

Art: Crown; Katerina Kirillova

Tags: @thinkingofausername, @fir3flytv, @ivysangel, @cherrrysstuff, @xxgoblin-dumplingxx, @mostly-imagines , @applejuicebegood , @sanguineterrain

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hi hi hi

it seems like people have been liking my last few jason todd blurbs so send me more thoughts!!! fluff, smut, angst. anything!!

also i've been watching some gotham knights cutscenes from the side missions and my heart swells every time i see jason on screen!!! he's such a big softie and i love him <333

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i want 60 thousand votes by next thursday

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I've seen a lot of taylor swift hate everywhere but like tumblr seems to be full of them ngl. I mean you don't like her and that's fine but at the same time some of the hate it's just full blown HATE like she's the cause of everything that's bad in your life

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now tell me why I just had a dream about nicholas galitzine where he's both an army man and a singer and we were at his parents house with the rest of his family?? we were holding hands and shit and being that adorable couple who just couldn't stay away from each other and is always pressed against each other. it's like my own subconscious is telling me to fall for another white man

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thought I should reblog the post that made me remember

Happy anniversary, Jason

Commission info / ko-fi

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Yo so it’s April 27 you know what that means. Happy Death Day, Jason Todd

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just another little blurb for my bby boy <333 (no warnings unless mentioned)

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"You know, if it was anyone else, I would've shut them up before they could say a single word about it."

You chuckled, but not looking at him directly. From the corner of your eyes, you could see Jason standing next to you, his hands on his pockets as he looked down at the ground in front of him, more specifically at the headstone in front of him—adorned with his name, the year he was born and died, and the classic words of 'beloved son, friend, and partner.'

"So, I'm lucky you didn't?" I asked half jokingly, crouching down to place the bouquet of flowers in front of the headstone—an arrangement of fresh white lilies and roses.

"Yeah, very lucky," Jason muttered, watching you intently.

It was an odd sight, seeing you visit his grave. The only thing keeping him slightly sane, not feeling like he was a ghost, a spectator, was the fact you kept talking to him. Every little stupid, silly, and random stuff that he said, you replied. Maybe you knew this help him, maybe you don't, but Jason was grateful nonetheless.

You stood up from your crouching position after plucking a few weeds and brushing your fingers against the tombstone. Your hand found Jason's again, fingers lacing together with your free hand placed on his arm and your head leaning on his shoulder.

"You didn't have to come with, you know," I whispered, still staring at the grave.

You felt Jason squeeze your hand, a small smile appeared on your lips at the small action. "I know. Just wanted to come with you."

You only replied with a small hm, your thumb brushing the back of his hand. After a short moment of silence in the Wayne family cemetery, in Gotham's usual chilly night air, Jason spoke again.

"I'm here. Not gonna plan on dying again anytime soon."

You laughed softly, nodding, cheek pressed against his leather jacket. I lifted my head and looked at him, smiling at the grown-up face of the young boy that left you too soon.

"You're here."