#baby daddy!jason

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

Every eight months or so you see BABY DADDY!JASON TODD who turns up when it's most convenient. Having a grip on the criminal underworld means he's on top of it full-time, not to mention whatever's closest to him gets torched as soon as an enemy gets a whiff of it. Just his presence puts you and the daughter you have with him in danger, which he acts like it's no big deal.

"Can't I just see her?" his pleading tone is enough for your demeanor to crack. You were never very good at saying no to him, but ever since you and him broke it off you've been gradually pushing him out of your life. For everyone's sake. "She's my daughter, too. You can't keep her from me." Playing a card that gets more and more difficult to refuse.

It’s enough to cave like you always do. Slowly he creeps his way back into your life, and in his eyes it’s regaining his rightful place in your bed. Hanging around turns into catching up turns into putting your daughter to sleep turns into crashing at your place. "Got a long way back. Just this once." he'd said, and you fell for it.

Now he's got you folded in half, mounting you from the back with big hands keeping you pinned. He groans, a low rumble that sends shivers up your spine as you feel his tip nudging your hole, seeking out the give. The sheer weight of him pushes you into the mattress, sinking as he arches your spine painfully. Such a big guy prepping your back to break and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"Jay, put it in." you quiet plea is met with his gentle shush.

"Don't wanna wake anybody up." he sings tauntingly, and you clutch onto the sheets tighter. His swollen head prods in, and the sting of the stretch elicits your sharp inhale. "Fuck, baby, almost forgot how good you feel. Never feel like this with anyone else."

Angrily, your fist bangs against the mattress; unable to decipher if your resentment that flares up stems from your familiarity with him or the fact he brought up he sleeps with other people while he's inside you. "Jay." you scold, that pet name that only you get to call him.

He answers you with a mean buck, your ass bouncing on his hips as he plunges in without polite accommodation. You cry out from surprise, but bury your face in the covers to muffle yourself. Little whimperings surface as he continues on, bottoming out every time, letting the natural bound of your body do the work as he pushes it forward just for it to spring back from the position. Your slick coats him, forming in a pretty white cream at the base. "I missed this," he releases in a husky exhale. "Can't keep away from this pussy, she grabs me too good." Wet and warm, full body chills run down him as your hole swallows him up, and his nails dig into the flesh at your torso as if daring you to move. He's not above shoving you right back down.

[kuromitos]

I had this story idea when I'm stumbled upon this baby daddy! Jason todd imagine/blurb/smut thing. (Idk how to describe it actually. (-_-)/~~~)

So here my idea...

Jason and reader are together for a year or so and she slowly getting frustrated/concerned with how self destructive Jason is (not taking care of himself, getting more reckless during patrol etc.)

She considered the idea of leaving him, but dick and Bruce made her reconsider by explaining that Gotham needs them all to be like this to protect the citizens and reminding her how much jason love her, he wouldn't leave her behind like that. He'll always come back to her. So she decides to stay and suck it up. The thought still lingered in the back of her head.

The thought came back in full force when she staring at a positive pregnancy test in her hand at 3am in the morning, waiting for jason to come back home. (Later than he promised her)

She told Bruce and dick immediately when she found out, freaking out and screaming, saying stuff like "I can't have a baby here! Not in this city!" And "It's too dangerous! How can we live with a baby when he risking his life every night!?!"

The overwhelming thoughts of having his child and immediately putting them in danger is too much for the reader , nobody can calm her down. Dick tries to help by throwing out ideas for her, but she shuts them down. So she decides right then and there that she breaks up with jason and leaves Gotham to raise the baby some place safe.

Dick immediately tries to talk her out of it, but Bruce interrupts him by saying "that the best choice here." He even helped her out by finding (and paying for) her a nice quiet house in a small town in another state and a couple of thousand dollars to keep her settled for awhile til she has everything figured out.

So when jason comes back home, he notices that all her belongings are gone and a note saying she left and won't come back. Crying and heart aching over losing his love...

A couple of years have passed, and the reader has settled down pretty fairly in the town and is enjoying the quiet life with her daughter that's a striking resemblance to Jason that it brings a tear to her eyes sometimes. But she doesn't regret moving away from Gotham cause she knows that her little family of two is safe and sound....

Til she sees a familiar red motorcycle pulling up in her driveway.

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Do you guys think that is an interesting story idea for him or not?? Let me know..

[helaenahightower]

Harwin Strong reacting to blood-soaked Rhaenyra vs Jason Lannister reacting to blood-soaked Rhaenyra

[jasontoddsthickbabe]

I love me some Jason todd mmmmm he makes me feel all types of things and I love it 🥰 man pussy throbs every time I look at these pics of his or drawings on god he fine 💋💋💋

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

How Tim Drake stole the show and lost millions for a good cause..... aka getting laid

Part 1

Now Bruce would like to say he knows his sons pretty well, even as he hears Alfred's voice disagreeing.

He didn't partically want to go to this gala but with Jason returning from the dead formally, and all of his children being in Gotham this was a perfect opportunity to show the Wayne family in all their glory.

As he fixes Damian's bow tie ignoring the reporters vying for his attention.

He hears a gasp.

Before swiftly as if summoned by a light the swarm of reporters leave running toward whoever just appeared.

Pulling up in a car that Bruce couldn't even name if he tried but he is a hundred percent sure isn't aloud on the god damn road.

His third youngest boy who as planned was meeting them here.

Unexpectedly has his arm wrapped around Connor Kent.

Who is wearing a blood red suit, matching perfectly with Tim's all black, but most shocking other than the multi-million dollar car if Jason's hyperventilating can be believed is the blood red diamond in Kent's ear that he's a hundred percent sure cost eight million fucking dollars.

Which was made aware by Selina who was talking about said gem because she was hoping to steal it before it was purchased by a buyer she couldn't track which is an impressive feat which is now explained by the fact that the only one person is better at hiding than a cat and that will always be a bat.

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Walking in with Rob's arm around his waist after a joyride straight out of a movie he can't help but feel like he's flying and considering he's Superboy that a feat.

"Feeling ok, I know this can be a lot my moon?" Everytime Tim uses that godamn nickname he can't stop the blush it's embarrassing and sweet and flat out insane.

"I'm fine you worrywart, seriously Sunshine", hesitating "So far this is the best night of my life I'm on your arm Tim now show me off I was promised that I would get to see Rich Timmy in all his glory."

He smirks grabbing a thing of champagne from a passing waiter who looks terrified.

"Unless Red your pussing out on me?"

Tim's face twitches a look crossing his face before smoothing out into what Kon can only call his Red Robin smirk deadly, captivating, and always makes Kon a little wet.

"No, after all your on the arm of the richest man in here let me show you what that means."

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[redhoodsbabygirl4life]

I just love Jason Todd ughhhh😩

[jasontoddsthickchubbygirl]

He's so fine 😍

[readychilledwine]

My baby daddy, up with our daughter after taking what we call the night shift so I can finish HOFAS - did you see somewhere called her the "Mortal Queen of Fae Smut"?

Me nodding - I did.

Him - didn't one of your mutuals reblog something a while ago saying you write better smut than she does? Wouldn't that make you the Mortal Queen of Fae Smut?

Me - now sweaty because I worry about my smut being boring and shitty while also planning a month of it (yeah. Help me figure that out) and struggle taking compliments- No. Sarah, Jennifer, and Laura all hold those titles for me. Plus, like 10 people on tumblr, I can name off the top of my head.

Him - Hmmmm.. Well, if you say so, Liz. Let me know when you publish a faerie smut book so I can be at the midnight release with Jason Kelce energy.

Me *internally* - we're having another baby.

*Also me internally* - imaging both my baby daddy and Cassian with Jason Kelce energy.

Also Ps @nocasdatsgay your reblog is currently saved as a screenshot I keep open on my computer for when I'm doubting myself. I adore you.

[jackler1o1o]

Jason Todd is like if you mixed Annie and Aladdin and then gave them significantly more trauma

[kittykatninja321]

JASON NUMERO UNO!!! 🗣️🗣️

[wonderlandsakura]

"Papi, you can't be mean to me, it's illegal!"

~ Huge, 6' (183cm), towers-over-his-dad, could-suffocate-with-his-thighs, could-choke-a-grown-man-with-one-hand Jason Todd, with tears in his eyes, the moment B so much as looks at him sternly

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

! ── BABY DADDY!JASON TODD who can't come around more than once or twice a year. His way of life isn't sustainable for a home, and it certainly isn't safe for a daughter. You and him decided it was best to part ways before that positive pregnancy test, and since he discovered a kid he helped make it didn't change his level of involvement. He's got a lot of eyes on him, and he can't draw attention to anything important to him.

! ── Your daughter adores him. She squeals with delight every time he visits, running full barrel towards him so he can scoop her up. Unbeknownst to her your concern with how he found you again, and how he broke in to the apartment. Apparently running and hiding is not enough when you face the Red Hood. You reluctantly greet him with a half-assed kiss on the cheek, wrapping your arm around his neck to incline him towards you. Your daughter on his hip takes full advantage of hugging you both at the same time, and pressed against your former lover makes you tight-lipped.

! ── He's dangerous for a number of reasons that span beyond what any angry enemy of his would do if they found out where he's been going. You're most afraid of what he's able to make you do the longer you're with him. Only able to hold onto your anger for so long until he melts that cold exterior and somehow convinces you to let him warm your bed again.

! ── He's got it down to a science. As soon as you give him that scathing look, he tells your daughter to run along because "Mommy and Daddy have to talk." while she thoughtfully strokes his chin with her little hand, only to nod with an audible sigh, shaking out her wild hair she won't let you brush. With a little push to her back, she scampers off to her room and he stands to his full height. "I just wanted to see her." he tells you, with that pleading tone you've fallen for countlessly because he knows you're going to say: "It's not safe." for the thousandth time.

! ── He'll tower over you, incline towards you while you scold him under your breath. A hushed argument ensues that your daughter tries to listen in on, and can only hear bits and pieces about how she's not owned, and her dad should get to see her. Stuff she doesn't understand, especially because she can't understand his lack of presence being such a complicated thing when she has no sense of object permanence. If a dad refuses to be there more, it's a problem. You want to cut Jason out completely. That's not fair, as he'll tell you, to the daughter you get to keep.

! ── It's in the way he stands next to you. He's so much taller than you, broader, and muscled. He bulks up more and more every time you see him. He doesn't use his size to intimidate you, rather takes advantage of something else. Big hands stuffed in his back pockets make his leather jacket sit on his wide shoulders exquisitely. His hair is windblown from his motorbike and just the smell of him has a dangerous Pavlov effect on you. Like your eyes want to flutter as they roll into the back of your head and lightning shoots straight down to your core, stinging at the memory of what it's like to be filled by him. The longer you're with him, the thinner your resolve becomes. It evaporates in front of you as he sweeps a hand through his hair, and his posture slacks. "C'mon." he drags out the word playfully, advancing on you. Your hand interrupts him, bracing on his firm chest to keep him from coming closer. "Can't we talk about something else? You're getting me all worked up. Missed you."

You roll your jaw, that resolve slipping. Addicted to him, you're reticent as his tongue darts out to wet his lips while he's eyeing yours. "Jay..." you murmur, and he can hear the defeat in your voice.

! ── "Lucky we got a sitter, huh?" Jason's smug voice cuts through the wet sounds of sex that fills the room. "Now I get some time with my other little girl." That sick delight causes you to reach back, weakly banging your fist against his thigh. He snickers, wolfish and husky resounding from the back of his throat. "Mommy's been missing me, huh? Can feel her clenching down on me like a fuckin' vice."

His thick cock hurts stretching you out, but you needed that pain. There's something about Jason that keeps you saying yes, and it pushed through your requirement of foreplay, unbuckling that belt in haste, comfort be damned you wanted that dick. You're on all fours and he's giving it to you from the back, just how you like it, fucking you like a dog while his hand tangles all up in your hair. He yanks you back by it, and you can't even think of what to say other than mindless pleasured babbles.

"You let me do this every time I come over. Seems like you fuck with me or something." It's true, regardless of the cruel insults you've thrown at him to get him to stay away from you, it's all because you can't say no to him. It's the reason you got pregnant, it's the reason you can't run away far enough, and it's the reason you fuck him every time he comes to visit the kid he helped make.

[roxineedstosleep]

Kori doesn't mind loving a Daddy's Boy

@bruciemilf, this is for you moonpie!!!

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Jason had relationships… not good or lasting ones, but they were relationships nonetheless.

Some lasted a few weeks or a whole summer, others lasted as long as Damian's patience when Tim ate his falafel.

But as I said. They were relationships. Full stop.

Then, when he starts to have feelings for Kori… it's relatively strange and familiar.

Jason meets Kori for a number of reasons. One of them, ironically, was that she was his older brother's ex. He learns that the two ended on good terms, and that Dick is quite fond of the girl. So there's no awkwardness on that side. He actually met Kori after a bunch of missions and quite casual encounters around the city in his civilian life.

As he said, he was familiar with Kori as a whole, both in his hero life and in his regular civilian life. Sure, Kori stood out quite a bit compared to him, but he still blended in well enough considering how many metahumans and aliens were now freely out on the streets living their respective lives. So, that wasn't the strange thing.

He'd have no problem breaking a nose or two anyway if they dared to say anything to Kori because of her outward appearance. Nope, his hands were already dirty from carrying the last stray mutt Damian adopted, he had no problem wiping his hands on the face of a close-minded son of a bitch.

That wasn't what was strange.

The strange thing was, in a way, that Jason had never before shown anyone (at least outside the family) that he was a daddy's boy. And no "Yeah, me and my old man have a good connection" nope.

Jason doesn't mince words in admitting that he's a TOTAL daddy's boy.

Sure, they have their differences, the occasional death threat, another punch in the face, and several tyre thefts… but he's still his dad. And best of all, Bruce still looks at him with all the fatherly love in the world.

Yes, they can yell at each other, but at the end of the day Jason will return with a pot of his favorite ice cream, to see how his dad has made him homemade orange biscuits and the two share both foods while having a sleepover on the big master bed in his dad's room.

Jason loves spending time with Bruce, as much as the newly revived Jason Todd-Wayne, as Redhood.

Obviously, Jason has more opportunity to be relatively or actively more affectionate than Redhood. Redhood is a bloodthirsty villain who came back from the dead and doesn't hesitate to chop off heads for the sins of the aggressors. If it weren't for the fact that he has a panic about anything to do with card games and anything to do with casinos, he would have been nicknamed the King of Hearts, as Kori jokes with him from time to time.

But, after a long mission, he can't be bothered to desperately search for his father in the wreckage of the disaster of the day.

He does that all the time.

But this time.

This time was completly different.

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Kori doesn't remember much of what happened after the explosion.

Well, because there should never have been an explosion in the first place.

The mission was going great, not to mention all the villains downed. The information from the space base was safe, several henchmen were being held by the heroes and many others were trapped to be taken to their respective cells.

Well, all well and good, although they were still struggling with the few resistance fighters, nothing they couldn't control. She could see, out of the corner of her eyes, how Jason had Roy's back and vice versa, she was busy also on her part trying to bring down all those who were actively attacking her.

It was just like the cowboy movies that Roy forced Jason to watch from time to time or like those period movies that Jason watched obsessively.

The good guys were winning, and by the end of the day, that was what mattered most.

If it wasn't for hearing Superman's scream.... well, no one would have guessed. Even Flash had his difficulties escaping with as many heroes as he could get his hands on.

An explosion.

Big one. Brilliant. If it wasn't for that flash of light nearly blinding her during her escape process, she would have said it was one of the most magnificent things she'd ever witnessed.

People sometimes forget a small detail when they are in space.

Explosions need oxygen, they need air in order to expand and be fatally damaging. In space, where the most precious resource is oxygen... generating an explosion looks completely different.

It expands like a wave, a gigantic mushroom that takes out everything around it... but when it stops consuming oxygen, it moves like a wave of abrasive water seeking to consume everything it can until it is extinguished.

Tragically beautiful. Preciously lethal.

Jason had been pushed in time by Roy and a few fallen villains into one of the large travel tubes. Making them move somewhere in the world away from the blast. She'd made a giant protective bubble so she could at least protect herself from the damage of the blast; whether there were any cronies or villains with her didn't matter at that point.

She could see how Flash and Superman, using as much speed as they could, took out as many as they could. Those who could get to the had went that way, those who flew out took what they could.

What kind of madman was doing that? Probably a desperate villain, who knows.

But the damage was done.

She does what she can, moves the debris so she can clear the debris clogging the travel tubes, moves the broken glass.

It's all over. They had won anyway, those who perished would be honoured... now they had to see what damage remained. They had to see what could be done with what was left.

First she had to see Jason, Roy.

She had to see if Dick was all right, if Raven managed to get her friends out.

She had to make sure her loved ones were safe, or at least minimally damaged.

She sees that everyone is okay, and her soul returns to her body.

She sees that Jason is carrying Roy, who probably got hit during the escape, and her heart returns to her.

And she calms down a bit.

Until she doesn't notice the typical black cape billowing around.

There's no Batman.

And it breaks her heart to see her boyfriend's despair.

Because Jason notices it when he makes sure she's safe and well. After she tends to Roy's wounds and gives him a good check up.

She notices how her boyfriend's eyes widen in panic, his breathing quickens, how he runs and climbs all over the place looking for his father.

She does what she can to help him, you know?

She carries him to the top of the rubble, she helps him carry the fallen pieces of metal, she climbs with him when they notice a hole.

Both of them, but mostly Jason, open fallen doors, clean up the piles, search the emergency escape pods and search, to Jason's terror, among the fallen found in the rubble.

Kori does what she can. Because she loves Jason.

And for that very reason, she searches harder for Batman.

She doesn't care if her uniform gets torn, she doesn't mind getting her hands dirty or carrying Jason all over the place in search of her father.

Because Jason doesn't mind giving all that and more.

Because Jason doesn't mind having his fingernails and fingers shredded from digging with his own bare hands, he doesn't mind taking off his mask and letting others see his anguished face, he doesn't mind that his arms now have wounds from broken glass and leaking pipes.

If Jason doesn't mind, neither does she. She will catch her suffering, her tiredness and her pain so that she can transform it into determination. Jason need it her, so she would help. 

Because she knows Jason would do the same, and even more, for her.

She would only repay him with what he would do.

So he sets to work.

They keep searching, along with another group of heroes searching for their missing loved ones.

They keep searching, relentlessly, until they hear Jason's name.

Not the code name, not his heroic pseudonym, not his vigilante nicknames.

The name of her boyfriend.

They both turn, hopeful, and she doesn't hesitate to carry Jason and fly with him at full speed in the direction of the desperate screams. Screams that came from a very familiar voice.

Batman was alive.

Batman was alive, with a large bandage improvized on his right arm, being carried by one of the Green Lanterns.

Batman, no that was Bruce, desperately searching for Jason.

Bruce/Batman, who jumped out of the Green Lantern's arms and ran through the rubble looking to get to his son faster.

Jason, who was also being carried by her, who almost threw himself out of her arms to get to his father.

And she doesn't care.

It doesn't bother her that Jason threw himself when they were several feet off the ground or that Bruce probably ended up breaking his arm when he did the same.

She can only feel a heartbreaking relief that broke her boyfriend's worries.

More calmly and happily, she watched everything from a safe distance.

She watched as her boyfriend searched for more wounds from his father, who only felt around his son's body doing the same.

She watched with relief as Jason sobbed with happiness that his old father wasn't dead, hiding under the rubble or sailing through space indefinitely.

He watched as Bruce wept with relief that Jason had actually made it into one of those tubes and didn't have to suffer the impact first hand.

She didn't mind, she didn't mind being a mere observer of that wonderful spectacle of parental love. It was wonderful and beautiful in equal measure.

She loved watching the two of them look to each other to see that the other was well. She longed for that at times, to have the same with her own parents and siblings. So, inside her, she was happy to note that Jason had that with his father and that, within their relationship, he didn't have to hide that part of him.

She deeply appreciated how Jason was open with the emotions he felt about Bruce, even if they both had their bad phases. She loved when Bruce sought her out, to check in with Jason and ask if she could take care of him when the two of them were fighting about something.

That love was so pure, so beautiful, so perfect.

Who was she to be jealous, to discredit all that love they had for each other?

She was nobody, so she just encouraged it.

Because she loved that Jason adored everyone he loved with every cell in his body, loved how he made small, highly romantic details ar their dates.

Loved when he went to his dad's for courage or to hang out. She loved when the two of them would argue and find a way to apologize to each other; because at the end of the day they both still loved each other.

She loved that Bruce accepted her to be with his son, and that he respected them.

She loved how Jason had given her the privilege of knowing that part of him that he loves with passion, with care, with protection. Without fear, without fear, without fear, without censure.

So, when she notices that all the exhaustion now falls on her boyfriend's shoulders, what she does is call Superman, so that he can carry Bruce, while she carries Jason to a safe area so they can both rest.

She sets up an extra bed next to Jason's cot, because that's Bruce's designated spot. And she'll happily find a cate for another spot.

She will be Jason's girlfriend, but she knows that in those moments Jason needs his father and his father needs him.

So, when the next day she sees Jason, hugging his father to near crushing point, still in their respective shredded hero uniforms... she just takes their picture, leaves them alone and comes back to wake them both up with their favourite cups of coffee.

Happy to know that her boyfriend and his father are safe. And together.

[lilshykitty]

If your not willing to dress up like Jason and chase me through the woods. Holding a machete at my throat telling me to get on my knees like a good girl and suck you cock. What are you doing..

[jasontoddsthickbabe]

This makes me horny well anything that has to do with Jason Todd makes me horny I just need this man to ruin me please I’ll thank him after 😩😩 please and thank you sir 😁

[redhoodsbabygirl4life]

Curran Walters is so fine and the best Jason Todd around I love him 😍