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soooo this is personal to me this is the Jason Todd i neeeeeeeed 💗💗💗💗💗💗

jason with a super whimsy girlfriend?? i can totally see him supporting her small trinkets addiction, buying whatever small thing reminds him of her :((

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MDNI 18+

older! jason todd being built like a lumberjack and being a human grizzly bear

—ㅤ꒰ྀིㅤ jason todd x reader ಿৎ

▐ age gap, vaginal sex, oral (m and f) receiving, cream pie, thigh riding, fingering, breeding kink, daddy kink, just jason being big and filthy teehee (you are his cum dump, literally), he has a beard cause i said so, not proof read, divider from @dollywons

when jason is big, he is big. biceps that would strain against his shirt whenever he crossed his arms, muscles bulging out to the point they were bigger than your head. his muscles on his biceps would flex as he fingered you, moving at a fast pace as he praised you being his own toy. “you can handle that right? ‘m not gonna break you.”

sometimes he would put you in a headlock when fucking you, strong biceps holding your head in place as you were completely limp as he rutted you from behind. his thick thighs smacking against yours as the sound of his heavy balls slapped against your ass. “fuck, doin’ so well clenchin’ around me sweetheart,” he grunted as he nestled into the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.

he would bend in you half as he fucked you, knees pushed against your chest as his heavy body was on top, thrusting into you so hard as he splits your cunt up form his sheer size. his thrusts were powerful, making the headboard slam against the wall as the bed scratched the wooden floor as he moved. sometimes he would even break the surfaces, like how flimsy bed in the shabby motel the two of you stayed at did. though, that didn’t stop him, instead it motivated him to fuck you even harder and everywhere, door, shower, floor, wall, table, you name it.

he loved the way you got dumb on his cock, he would coo at your dazed face, eyes glassy as you stared at him. “aw baby, you’re fine already?” his tone soft but mocking as he watched the way your eyes rolled back when he fucked you like an animal in heat, mumbling incoherent words. “all this for you baby,” he grunted as your velvety walls clenched around him.

his thighs were fucking huge. thick and muscular from his constant workout when they would strain against the pants he wore which were quite baggy, displaying the sheer size of just how big he really was. he loved the way you rode his thigh, your desperate body moving as you mumbled and drooled all over your chin, it was adorable how desperate you got and not even from his cock. your hands gripping his meaty thighs as you rode him, your slick cunt covering his thigh in your glistening arousal.

with big biceps and thighs, it also meant he had a fat fucking cock. you struggled to even fit him in your mouth half way through, gagging as your jaw was in pain and almost locking as he shoved it in, his fat tip hitting the back of your throat as your eyes watered. jason was absolutely filthy when he fucked your mouth, rubbing his precum on your lips like it was gloss, watching it shine and glisten before shoving his head in. and when he came in your mouth he wouldn’t stop, fucking your mouth until your spit and his cum dribbled down your chin, before pulling his cock out to come on tour face, literally making you his cum dump before he cupped your mouth open, squirting his cum into you again for the third time like your mouth was a cup.

was hairy to the point where your inner thighs would be pink and slightly irritated when he ate the pussy our like a starved man, his beard being slightly lighter around his mouth. whenever you complained about it, he goes your hands up and just ate you out to the point of tears, your cum sticking his beard together as he grinned at you, making your pussy and inner thighs irritated.

biggest breeding kink, filling every single one of your damn holes. and i mean every single one. your mouth filled with his cum as you drooled and dribbled everywhere, your pussy making the most lewd and squelching noises as he fucked your cum back in, his pubes slightly glued with your cum. your ass clenching around nothing as his cum dribbled down, until he placed his thumb, “can’t waste a drop yeah? need you all nice and filled so you can have my babies.”

jason had the biggest thing for being called daddy, the way you whined as your nails scratched his back when he fucked you. “yeah baby? your daddy makin’ you feel good?” he groaned against your ear, his breath warmed as you moaned even more. “be a good girl for daddy yeah?”

he was big and warm like a giant teddy bear, his strong warms wrapped around you as you slept on his chest. his body temperature was enough to keep the both of you warm during the night.

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bimbo reader bouncing on nerd! jason’s cock whilst he enables about his nerdy hyper fixations?? he loves the way you were eagerly nodding and humming as if you were paying attention but you are simply too dumb to understand what he is saying :(( all of his loser nerdy friends are jealous that someone like him has a bombshell like you

i also think that nerdy jason is the definition of ugly hot. like that man with his messy hair and glasses with slightly rugged but also a little boyish?? super awkward but JACKED

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i love love loovvveee 💗💗💗

older! jason todd is essentially a grizzly bear, he’s so big and muscular, but also kind of soft, not pure muscle. i’d like to think he’s a little rugged and has some chest hair, with his haircut slightly outgrown where it’s naturally messy. and he’s big and warm :(( he’ll snuggle with you at night, his large arms around you to keep you nice and comfy. and maybe some occasional sleepy sex!! where he goes and tells you to go on your side

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i’m speechless 👨‍🍳💋💗

jason todd x reader

warnings — mentions of size/body image, jason being insecure… and also sexy. also this is unedited as per usual. other than that, nothing!

a/n; im gonna bite his bicep like that’s all i have to say. enjoy <3

JASON TODD is huge.

the man is over 6 feet of pure muscle so it doesn’t matter how tall you are, he’s bigger than you and he’s very aware of it.

when he’s red hood, being so large is a tactical advantage. he feels strong and in charge and practically unbeatable.

when he’s jason, he feels uncomfortable and noticeable and that’s the last thing he wants or needs. he doesn’t stop working out, because not only does he need something physical to relieve his stress, but he also can’t afford not being jacked as fuck. how the hell else is he supposed to be as scary as he is as red hood.

instead, he overcompensates by wearing darker colours, slightly oversized hoodies, not always standing up at his full height. it doesn’t do that much, the sheer size of him is a little hard to fully hide, but it makes him feel a little better.

when you come into the picture, things slowly start to change.

every time he hugs you, it’s instantly a mood booster for you because of how safe it feels with his arms wrapped around you, shielding you from the world for a few minutes. the way you sigh and melt into the hug has him smiling, a little shyly, as he holds you closer.

whenever you need him to get you something off a high shelf, he happily obliges and loves feeling useful. more than that, he loves how you always thank him by gently running a hand down his chest. “what would i do without you?” you say, sincerely, because you know he needs to hear it sometimes. and when you drop a kiss to his forearm as he sets the object down, he’s suddenly glad that he’s taller than you and he starts standing a little straighter.

the first time you hold up his hand against yours to compare sizes, you find yourself grinning at the difference. jason finds himself thinking about how small your hand is instead of how large his own is. and when you interlock your fingers with his, that’s all he’s focusing on.

sometimes, when your eyes are locked on your phone as you’re walking the busy streets of gotham and letting jason guide you around with your hand in his, he’s having to grab your waist to stop you bumping into someone or something. “careful,” he mutters, but his mind has gone blank and all he’s thinking about is his large hands around your waist and his pulse is racing. he feels like a creep until you turn around to give him a sheepish smile and thank him, placing your hands on his to keep them around your waist. he doesn’t miss the way you’re glancing down and biting your lip.

with jason around, you never have to do any heavy lifting, but of course you’re going to try sometimes. when you buy a cute new coffee table and it arrives when he���s out on patrol, you physically can’t wait to open and buid it. that bit is easy enough, but you find yourself cursing when you realise you stupidly built it on the other side of the room. “uhm, what do you think you’re doing?” jason asks, leaning in the doorway, red hood helmet in between his arm. you’re breathing heavily, arms pinned awkwardly at your sides as you were trying a new approach of throwing your body weight against the table to shift it. you slump, looking up at him with a pout.

“it’s heavier than i thought,” you admit. jason crosses the living room in two giant strides.

“you’re gonna hurt yourself,” he says, lifting the entire thing with both hands on either side and effortlessly placing it in front of the couch. he looks at you for approval in case you want it elsewhere and finds that you’re staring at him, slack jawed. he frowns, crossing his arms over, vigilante suit still on. “what…?”

“that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” you say, shamelessly. he grins, shaking his head at the way you’re completely serious, but the blush on his cheeks gives him away. “no, seriously, you need to run before i pounce on you.”

his favourite thing is your habit of falling asleep on him when you’re watching tv and he often needs to pick you up to take you to bed. sometimes, you start to stir, halfway to the bedroom and you sleepily blink up at him before wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his jaw. “you’re so strong,” you mumble against his shoulder, your voice soft with drowsiness. jason’s heart clenches.

jason starts standing at his full height just so he can see you craning your neck to look at him, giving him the excuse to lift you up onto the counter which often results in you wrapping your legs around his waist and engaging a make out session.

he starts to wear t-shirts instead of large hoodies when he goes to the gym, just so he can hear you wolf whistle as he walks to the door, running over to kiss him goodbye and giving his biceps a squeeze.

day by day, jason finds himself more comfortable with just being him. and he’s even happier than he gets to be himself with you.

a/n cont.; the red hood mask stays ON during sex

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it’s always so pretty tho 💗

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💞💞

#2 Batboys and their text:

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Yeah I think I just projectile squirted

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real

i'd let him put it in any hole he wanted. just for the record.

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this is very late but i wanted to wish this gorgeous man a happy 61st birthday!!!💕💕

I LOOOOOOOOOOOVE THIS MAN

💕💕💕

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serving motley crue but i love love love 💕

James is at bar with Kirk, Lars and Cliff and reader is giving him head under table, 80s

I SCREEEAAAMMMED THIS IS SO MMMMM

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 ¹⁹⁸⁴

I cannot believe I let my girlfriend talk me into this. Here we are sitting in this dim bar with Kirk, Lars, and Cliff, and she is now under the table with her head burrowed between my legs.

The tablecloth is long enough to keep our little secret concealed from prying eyes, but it's starting to get tough to keep a straight face.

The guys haven't stopped quizzing me about where she's gone since we walked in the door. I've been making up some story or other, trying to palm it off on them.

My heart's in my mouth every time one of them gives me a sideways glance. I can only think what must be going through their minds, that maybe I've had one too many drinks or that I lost her in the crowd.

I glanced down at her, and she locked eyes with me briefly, then went back to doing what she was doing. Her mouth was warm and wet, each touch made cold shivers run up my spine.

She was so into it that I almost thought she had forgotten we were in public. I tried not to move or make a noise, but it was impossible to avoid the thoughts running through my head.

I could picture the face she was making while working her magic below the table. Her eyes locked with mine, the evil sparkle dancing deep within, and I could feel her tongue tracing the lines on my shaft, lips squeezed around me like she would never let go.

My mind strayed back to the number of nights that we had spent inside each other's bodies and how this moment was just another addition to our sexual escapades.

The conversation at the table has reached a peak, as Kirk goes on about how one of his strings broke. Lars laughs, Cliff rolls his eyes, pretending to be bored.

I try to tune them out, my focus solely on her tongue flicking on my throbbing tip. She quickens her pace, and I feel it.

Suddenly, a stray thought gets me off guard…what if someone lifted the tablecloth? That very idea sent a spike of adrenaline through my veins. I flick my eyes to my girlfriend, who I hope felt my unease.

She looked back at me once more, her eyes shining with that glint which said she knew full well the danger we were courting.

"Hey, James, where’d your girl go?" Kirk asks again, this time suspiciously.

I tried to act as nonchalant as possible and forced a grin. "Oh, uh, she just needed to go to the bathroom, I think."

Next, Lars snorts, "You should have seen her before, she was all over you."

Cliff then rose an eyebrow. "Yeah, and now she vanished into thin air?"

The men all exchanged knowing looks. Only hoping that they would drop the matter soon.

With minutes ticking by, the ministrations from my girlfriend tick on the pressure inside. My thoughts suddenly jumble up, and I barely retain a clear thought.

The dam finally breaks, and I'm consumed by the orgasm that's been building for at least 30 minutes now. It feels like forever. Her lips tighten around me as she draws out every last drop of my seed, letting it drip down her throat. It becomes nearly impossible to maintain a grip on reality.

My sudden awareness is of the guys staring at me with amusement. They can clearly see the look on my face as I cum. It's time to confess, there is just no continuing this charade.

"I, um… got something to tell you guys," I stammer, burning with my face in embarrassment. "She’s not in the bathroom..."

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💕💕💕

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Listening to Metallica isn’t enough—I need to fuck James hetfield.

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bedroom window is open? i slept naked?! MY LEGS ARE OPEN?!

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guys just imagine being a little christian in a monastery and some viking raid it and kill your people and family and Viking James Hetfield finds you and fucks yo-

bruh who just said that?

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I’m feeling devious and i wanna write Viking James Hetfield shit 😼