#i love jason

[oifaaa]

Love that Jason isn't actually that important or special in the grand scheme of the dc universe Jason Todd doesn't matter hes never really mattered few people actually know him and fewer sincerely care about him when he died 4 people showed up to his funeral he's basically a nobody just some guy who sometimes causes problems in Gotham and I would not have it any other way

[literallywtflol]

Strength is a Virtue (DRABBLE)

Synopsis: Jason Todd?? With ALL that MUSCLE?? GENTLE?? Are we really talking about the same person?

Warnings: Dom!Jason, he's mean, sub!AFAB!reader, strength play, breath play, and size kink if thou squinteth

Don't know who made you think Jason was such a soft, little angel, but you were going to curse them once you figured it out.

Jason Todd isn't some angel-- not when he's got you pinned to the bed, both of your wrists in only one of his large hands. Your legs following the pattern, with one of his muscled thighs between the two of yours.

Jason Todd isn't an angel, when his grip on your wrists is strong enough to bruise. You whimper at the pain but he only coos at you.

"What's wrong, baby? Thought you were my strong little girl."

"Does it hurt?" You'd nod. "Good. I want your wrists fucking marked f'me."

Jason Todd couldn't ever be an angel, not when he's moved his other hand to wrap around your throat, and begins grinding his thigh into your cunt.

Jason Todd would've been the farthest thing from an angel, when he manhandles you-- flipping you over, and spanking you, before leaning into your ear.

"Whimper for me more, will you? Wanna hear how much it hurts."

"My pathetic little baby," he'd coo in your ear, "always talking a big game. I'm going as gentle as I can," he'd nearly mock

"Oh, please," he'd repeat after you, mimicking your desperate tone. "'Please' what, baby? Want me to use you? Yeah, you do."

Jason Todd would render you the second farthest thing from an angel, when he's got you in his lap, muscled forearm choking you oh so good.

"Come on, baby, beg for it. Beg for me to destroy you," he'd usher.

"So small," he'd playfully tease, mimicking your whimpering voice. "So fragile. I just wanna break you-- throw you around like a needy bitch."

No, but, seriously. Who the hell told you this guy was an angel?

[amsmuch]

Jason is so silly

[delfeur]

Casting Laurent for a CaPri adaptation would be so easy. But Damen???? is there a man alive right now that could play Damen? ??? Is any man big enough? kind enough? hot enough????

[aryxchse]

i wish zeus was more like jason. yk making heart shaped thunders n shit. because jason grace would %100 do that.

[azuree1733]

Back on my countdown shit 🤭

[hitoshiskitty]

HE NEEDS MORE BOULETS!!!!

[beuatifulbuttercup]

you know that moment when you’re peacefully reading a fic and then BAM jason is percy’s bsf

like hello??? what happened to grover??? did he fucking vanish?? is he in albania?? like hello grover is percy’s bsf no competition

(no hate to jason I love him with all my heart)

[sodamnbored]

Other people: Jason is the worst of the seven. He barely does anything for the whole series. We don’t even know anything about him. What is there to like or find interesting?

Me, an intellectual:

[bisexualmultifandommess]

These are headcanons for the Titans’ version of Jason!

I think Jason is either bisexual or is unlabelled and just likes who he likes.

I think that he probably doesn’t have much of a type but definitely likes people who are strong and up for a fight. This is why he became interested in Rose at first but spending time with her made his feelings stronger.

He was quite attracted to Dawn and Donna but obviously didn’t act on it due to them being older, it not being anything serious just an attraction and Dawn being with Hank.

He finds it difficult to trust so he doesn’t act on his feelings often. He was very heartbroken after Rose’s betrayal which obviously lead to a bigger wariness.

In the early days in the tower I think he started to develop a small interest in Gar. I think he definitely found him attractive and one of the reasons he probably developed feelings a little was due to Gar being one of the nicer members of the team that didn’t push him away even if he let his temper get out of hand at times. In the moment where he referred to himself as a reject he very quickly reassured Gar that he didn’t mean him when he seemed offended. I don’t think at first his feelings would be as strong as Gar’s for him and he quickly developed feelings for Rose too but he definitely liked Gar too.

He felt a little conflicted about liking both of them. Gar held back on his feelings so Jason assumed he didn’t really like him the same so he allowed his feelings for Rose to grow. I think later on he definitely allowed his feelings for Gar to develop after he was able to heal from Rose’s betrayal and his complicated feelings about the other titans. Part of Jason even when he hated them and was working against them still liked Gar but tried not to let it distract him.

In the early days of being Robin I think he could get a little cocky and one time flirted with one of the male camera crew that showed up and when he went back to Batman, Bruce was extremely exasperated.

Bruce is aware that Jason is bisexual and is accepting despite not really knowing the right thing to say he’s very similar to Jason in that he likes who he likes and doesn’t like labels (let’s be honest Bruce is queer too I mean have you seen the telltale version of him)

Jason confided in Molly about his sexuality at times and despite her sarcasm (which actually made him feel better) she really helped him. They both cared about each other a lot. Molly was able to tell that Gar cared a lot about him when they met.

[petrerpkr]

Ive been binge reading these series for the first time

[literallywtflol]

Steam n' Bubbles

MINORS DNI | Implied Dom!Jason, implied Sub!reader, female!reader, suggestive, light mentions of a situationship, proofread

DO NOT REPOST/REWRITE ELSEWHERE

You and Jason Todd had a strange relationship.

It wasn't really a friendship, but you guys also weren't really dating. You didn't want to call it a "situationship" because there was little to no misunderstanding between the two of you; You both knew how you felt about one another. It just seemed like neither of you were going to do anything about it.

That is, until Jason had you all alone, to himself, in a jacuzzi, at the Wayne mansion.

You two had been talking casually for the majority of your visit, and Jason had been courting you well. You'd be lying if you said you didn't notice the little glimpses he'd given you, but there was no use in acting as if you weren't doing the same.

Your current conversation revolved around your apparent inability to hold eye contact. Something about you Jason loved to make of.

"Frankly," you stated, "I find this entire conversation pretty insulting." Jason scoffed, "what's insulting, is the fact you haven't even been able to maintain 5 whole seconds of eye contact with me through the whole thing. It's almost as if you want to prove me right." You rolled your eyes.

"So? What's your plan to fix my inability to hold eye contact? A staring contest?" You suggested, completely serious. "A staring contest sounds pretty lame. I've got a better idea." Jason grinned as he stood up.

The water from the jacuzzi washed down his body, and it took everything in you to not let your eyes wander from his broad shoulders, to his sculpted chest, to his muscular arms, and bulging forearms.

It took even more willpower for you not to indulge yourself in thinking about how easy he could throw you around and keep you in place. Maybe even crush some limbs if he really wanted to. Bruce could easily crush wrists with just a hand, after all.

He began walking towards your seated figure, towering over you once he reached you. He grabbed your chin and tilted your head to look up at him.

"How about," he began, "you let me do anything I want to you. Let me play with you, use you, absolutely ruin you. But you can't look away." The grin on his face only grew wider when he felt heat slowly pour into your cheeks.

He brushed his thumb over your lips and you immediately opened up for him. He swished his thumb inside before bending down to kiss you. His lips were soft, and he was moaning gently. He carefully moved his hand and wrapped it around your neck to lightly grab it, which caused you to whimper.

When he pulled away you kept your eyes shut and attempted to turn away, but Jason's strong hand kept your head in place. "Don't look away now, pretty girl. You practically begged for me to fix you, so here I am. Take what you begged for."

You opened your eyes to look up at him; Jason could see the desperation basically glimmering in your eyes. In return, you could see his pupils take up all the space in his eyes, reflecting his carnal desires.

At that very moment, you figured, this fucker had it out for you.

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[planetwaynez]

I need comfort and they only person capable to give me that right now is Jason Todd.

So here it goes, me projecting things into him again.

TW: angst, reader argues with their parents and have a lot of insufficient thoughts.

Jason Todd x F!Reader

Comfort me:

Jason walked into the living room of your apartment and instantly felt something wrong. There was something off.

And as usual he was right. After a few seconds, your cry was heard in the entire apartment. Rushing to your room, a lot of scenarios played in his mind. You being hurt. You being kidnapped. You being tortured because of him. There was a lot, really, but none of them was right.

You were crying because you are daddy's and mommy's little princess and hates to argue with them. To disappoint them. It seems silly, but it was always something that bothered you, that made your little world shatter and break.

But Jason did not know about that, not yet at least. So when he burst into the room, it was with two guns ready to take down whomever was hurting you. That only scares you and makes you cry even louder. Automatically, he drops them in the floor and runs over to you, who is sitting in your bed with a pillow tightly pressed against your chest.

The first thing he does is to gently touch your hair, bringing you back to reality. The crying doesn't stop. You are sobbing and your cheeks and neck are wet with tears of anger and sadness. Your eyes are red and puffy and you can't actually see him fully. But you can feel him, and that's enough to make you fall into his chest and cry louder and louder, more hurt than ever.

His arms are instantly around you, pulling you close and caressing your back and your hair. Your hole body shakes and he is beyond worried about you. Jason is dying to ask you what happened but he gives you space, he let's you pull all out of you.

"It's ok. It's fine. Whatever happened, you will be ok again, sweetheart." He says, his voice low and gentle. Jason looks at you wondering what made you so out of yourself.

Generally you are a very collected, calm and strategic person. You never give up. And it's not everything that can make you balance on your feet. So this scene is totally new to him. Generally he is the one crying in your arms after a argument with Bruce or after a nightmare. But not today, his sweetheart needed him the most right now and Jason would do anything for you.

"I hate myself. I hate being an adult and I hate disappointing them." You say, voice low and weak, like if you talked louder it would make you lose control.

"What do you mean, sweetheart?" Jason asks, not understanding the situation.

You take a deep breath and stopped crying. You pull a way from him slowly and just enough to look at him. Blue eyes staring at you with worry and openness to talk and process anything that you needed. He had a slight frown between his eyebrows and a little pout in his lips.

"I hate disappointing my parents, Jason. I feel like I am never going to be the daughter they wanted me to be. I feel like that lately I am not their priority anymore and when I ask for help or a little of attention I am being annoying. That I am being a child in the body of a adult." You say, still with a low voice, hipcupping a little.

"Sweetheart, I understand what you mean. I wished things were like before too. Like when I was still twelve." Jason says softly, eyes so pure and intense that makes you want to cry again. It's the fact that he understands.

He doesn't backlash you, judge you or tell you to suck it up. You cry again, softly this time.

"I know it's hard to meet expectations. But sometimes we put the expectations thinking that this way things will be easier." He keeps saying, and you nod, understanding what he means.

"They never settled expectations to me. I putted expectations to myself. I wanted to be the best all the time." You say. "But it's hard not feeling this way when you are the youngest, when your siblings started to live their lives independently younger than you. It feels..." You can't finish your thought process, because a loud sob rips through you.

"I know" he says, truly knowing what you mean. Jason thinks like that too, even though he is the second oldest. He will always try to meet Dick's standards, even if it was never asked for him to.

"I feel like they don't understand me anymore. I feel like I am not their little girl anymore and it's hurting like hell. I just wanted to be seen by them again and not be pushed aside." You say, hugging him closer to you.

"But why do you feel like that?" He asks, twisting a piece of your hair in his point finger.

"Because they don't pay attention to my needs anymore, and I know I am a full grown adult but they still do everything possible to my siblings." Sometimes you even wonder if they are like that with you because you don't have kids yet.

"What they do to your siblings, love?" You take a deep breath again and try to not sound jealous or petty.

"They help with my nephews and my niece. They help economic wise and when my siblings need, they listen to their issues. I wonder if we had kids they wold start to pay attention to me again." You voice your thoughts, shrinking yourself because you feel pathetic.

"Maybe your siblings need help. Maybe they think you need space. Or maybe they think you don't need them." You negatively shake your head to the last one.

"They don't think I don't need them. They think I need them too much, my mom say it today."

Jason clicks his tongue. He adores your mom, but sometimes she can be way too judgemental or harsh in her words.

"Now why would she say that?" He asks, his voice slightly annoyed.

"Because I need help with some legal things about my old college and I wanted her help, we argued over that. She doesn't have time for me, but it's been a month of me asking for help with that." You explain, playing wit your fingers, tiny tears running down your cheeks.

"My dad got envolved when we started yelling at each other things that were bottle up. He yelled at me and told me that if I kept my attitude you wouldn't stay." Now Jason was angry. How dare his father-in-law assume he would ever leave you because you demanded attention and help?

"I would never leave you. I know you are high maintenance but so I am. I am even more than you and you never once told you would leave because of that." Jason says, bringing you into his lap. You rest your head in his shoulder.

"I know. But he doesn't know that, so he just assumed things. Anyways we said a lot of bad things to each other. A lot of yelling and even some insults from both parts. I hate myself for that but I hate them even more." Your hands are tightly wrapped around his shoulders, trying to ground yourself.

"Why do you hate yourself and why do you hate them?" He asks, pretending that your nails aren't hurting his shoulders.

"I hate myself because I lost control and I think I've lost their love, respect and support. I hate them for finally showing their humans flaws, for not staying into that child and yearly teens glow." You tell him, not having tears to cry anymore, only a feeling of emptiness and angry in your chest.

Jason hums, rocking you side to side in a comforting way.

"I think that you are only angry, my love. " He tells you, and you nod, knowing that his probably right.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore." Jason only picks you up and lay you down in the bed, cuddling you closer to him.

You inhale his scent. Gunpowder, cologne, cigarettes and coffee. It calms you down, making your chest grow with tenderness and love and you relax.

You let Jason lullaby you to sleep, his deep voice near your ear and his breath against your cheeks and neck. You let yourself fall into dreamland.

And Jason watches you, thinking about all the ways his going to comfort you after you wake up. He plans on cooking your favorite food, putting in your favorite movie or favorite Taylor Swift album, making a good warm bath for you, his gorgeous soulmate. God, he even plans in letting you cry more even if it hurts him seeing you cry.

Slowly he drift into sleep, one arm around your waist and one around your shoulders, with one of your legs resting on his hips. He knows it's going to be difficult to take you out of your angry state. He knows it's going to be hard to make you stop to demand too much of yourself.

But Jason will try, because he loves you and wants your best.

[my-little-random-world]

Serena Campbell and her nephew Jason Haynes | Holby Ci+y Series 19 Episode 3 — Black Dog

"𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕."

[thebisquelady]

FRIDAY THE 13TH DOODLERS YAY <3

[batssnacks]

A/N: Super short sweet fic. Look this is my first tumblr fic so pls be nice to me. Literally just got tumblr because I’m an adult now and my parents can’t stop me.

17. I do not believe in love at first sight. But god damn. (Look at you)

`Jason let his palm rest on the coffee shop door, these morning runs were really taking everything out of him. He went to this same coffee shop everyday but the barista was someone new. Jason had never laid eyes on someone so attractive before. Honestly he wasn’t the type to be flustered, but he was all the same. They stood taking the orders for the various Gothamites, today was the start of pumpkin spice latte season, so the shop was jam packed. It was a little obvious that you were new, and there was no one else there with you behind the counter. You honestly looked like you were going to cry.

Once Jason finally got up to the counter he ordered his usual which was luckily for you NOT a pumpkin spice latte. Once he gave you his name for the order you were whisking around the room rushing to make it with much more gusto than he had seen for most of the other orders. When you were done making his order you smiled up at him as you called it out. Jason strode out of the shop and when he looked at his cup, it read: Jason- I don’t believe in love at first sight but god damn look at you. - (Y/n) (Your number)