#jason todd x top!reader

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Kinktober Day 1: Breeding + Jason Todd

Jason Todd x male reader

Kinktober 2023 list | Day 2 | Ao3

(a/n; “hey it's September 30th, right? Tf you mean ‘it's october 1st’ no the fuck it no- AHHHHHH” me about three hours ago realizing that I never finished THE FIRST DAY of kinktober )

Summary: You’re a photographer at the Wayne Family events, after meeting Jason by chance they start growing closer

Warning: Horny Jason, horny reader, top!reader, bottom!jason, Jason moans like a bitch, rude rich people, pillow princess + brat Jason Todd, unprotected sex, breeding, not beta read lol.

Word count: 3.4k

To the shock of everyone involved, Jason Todd attended all of the Wayne Galas, not because he liked them- obviously. No, these things were horrible and stuffy and he hated every last person in attendance. Well, almost every last person. Bruce had hired a photographer a few months back, the first few events that you photographed you were mostly in the background, taking wide shots of the entire party, only recently did you start to mingle with the crowd more.

You met Jason a few weeks back as you tried to navigate through a pushy crowd of rich people who, to no one surprise, all thought they were the most important person there. You got pushed into Jason by a man who looked like he could have been British royalty in the 1800s, he sneered at you like a cartoon villain before walking away. You'd been overly apologetic that day, having nearly knocked the drink out of his hand. He was fine though, if not slightly enamored, you looked nice, but out of place, your clothes weren't quite up to Wayne Gala standards, before he could ask what you were doing here, he noticed the camera hanging from your neck, and offered to be your guide.

He ended up sticking with you for the rest of the night, talking as you took pictures of various people and decor around the event. It made your job a hell of a lot easier, people were quick to bump into you, you weren't rich and therefore weren't fully human to these people, but Jason was one of them, well, he was close enough, and even if he wasn't, if he was just as out of place as you, nobody was going to disrespect the host's son.

By the end of the night, you and Jason were on one of the balconies looking over all the photos from that night, and eventually some of your other work.

Eventually, you did have to leave, Bruce was paying for your ride and you really didn't want him to have to wait any longer.

You only got closer after that, every event that the Waynes hosted, you were there, and on your tail- as always- was Jason.

Your relationship didn't take a turn until the last party the Wayne through, this one wasn't a charity but a birthday party for Bruce's friend, Oliver Queen, who insisted he needed to have it in Gotham. And even though Bruce gave a perfect speech regarding their friendship, you couldn't help but hear the irritation behind it. The night went on as usual, with Jason acting as your shadow as you weed through the crowd.

Your end of the night ritual is the only thing that changed, as you were showing Jason the pictures from tonight, he leaned over and rested his head on your shoulder, an odd act from the man, considering the most he'd touched you at this point was him putting a hand on your shoulder or tapping you to get your attention.

“Tired?” you asked jokingly.

“No,” he said but didn't elaborate.

As you continued to shuffle through the pictures you could feel him nuzzling into your neck. You let out a short, nervous laugh.

“Are you drunk?”

He hummed quietly, then laughed, “No, I'm just…”

He didn't continue, just pressing further into you, you gave up on showing him the photos for now, instead carding your fingers through his hair. Feeling just how different the white streak felt from the rest of his hair, most of his hair was thick and smooth, running through your fingers with ease. The white part was thick too, but it just felt like air, so light and delicate that you could barely feel it against your fingers.

You didn't stop until you felt his lips press against your neck, again and again as he hummed in contempt.

“Jason…” you muttered but didn't move to stop him.

He eventually moved up to your face- your cheeks, your jaw, your lips- with his kisses. It was only when you made a move and kissed him back did things escalate.

You ended up fumbling around on the floor with him, then in the hall, and on the wall next to his bedroom wall, and eventually in his bedroom. Which resulted in the most embarrassing walk of shame you've ever experienced as you had to run past your literal boss having breakfast with the rest of his family- he looked just as shocked as you imagined he would. Jason's older brother, Dick, made a comment that made Jason shout at him, you couldn't hear it with how hard your heart was beating in your ears.

You expected everything to end after that, your friendship with Jason, your job, your reputation as a photographer.

But to your surprise, the moment the front door closed behind you, Jason grabbed your face and pulled you in for a kiss, sweet and slow, nowhere near as frantic and lust-filled as they were the night before.

You started getting together outside of events after that, he stayed at your apartment most days, because ‘he liked being surrounded by you’. You learned a few things about him too, a big one being that he was a bottom, not just a bottom. A total pillow princess as well. He’ll flirt and tease all day and night long, but the moment you turn around to do the same to him, he becomes so pliant, letting you move him how you like, touch him how you liked, and fuck him how you liked.

Considering how close you'd become with his son, you figured you'd never get a call from Bruce to do another job. But you did, and despite feeling a bit out of place at first you eventually got back into it. Jason was your shadow as always, whispering things he definitely shouldn't in your ear, making it hard to focus.

“When was the last time we fucked, honestly?”

“Babe, I'm working,” you said calmly.

“It’s a genuine question.”

You sighed, “about a week ago, when the power went out.”

He only chuckled, still leaning down in you ear.

“There’s gotta be a broom closet somewhere around here-”

“Jason, stop it-”

“I want you to fuck me right up against the door, let everybody hear me while you-”

“Jason-”

“Jason!”

Looking over you saw Dick, who was probably the most outwardly supportive of your relationship with Jason out of everyone in his family. The presence of his brother shut him up quickly, his face turning a bit red. You and Jason wandered around the party with Dick for a while, you were having a great time, taking photos as Dick told to funny little stories about Jason.

Jason, however, wasn't having a great time. He’d planned to flirt with you all night then get fucked so hard that his brain stopped working, then getting pampered by you for the rest of the night, unfortunately, Dick had taken an interest in you for the night, purely platonic of course, but it was constant, and even though Dick has definitely seen Jason at his worst, it'd be really fucking weird if he begged you to fuck him within earshot of his brother. So he held out, frustrated and horny as the party droned on.

By the time guests started leaving you'd been informed of every little embarrassing thing Jason has ever done- including stealing the wheels off Bruces car, some stories had to be left out or changed for obvious reasons, but outside of that, you were caught up on Jason's embarrassment timeline. You could practically feel Jason stewing behind you, horny, frustrated, and, embarrassed all at once.

“I think it's time for us to go, if we stay any longer Jason's brain is going to start leaking out of his ears.”

You said your goodbyes to Dick and turned to Jason, who was glaring after the man as he walked away.

“We can go now.”

The fumble up to his bedroom was exactly that, a fumble as you clumsily avoided the lingering guest, and as you took a few minutes to worship the exposed pieces of his body on the stairs with your hands and mouth, only moving when you heard footsteps.

You didn't carry Jason into the room, but you might as well have with the way you controlled his every move. He fell back onto his bed, spreading his legs subconsciously even though he was still fully dressed. The smile on his face only grew wider when you yanked him by his now loose tie, pulling him back up to you, pressing a kiss on his lips that only got more heated with every passing second. Kneeling on the bed, his legs wrapped around your waist almost instantly, you could feel the heels of the balmorals Bruce had bought him digging into the back of your thigh.

He pulled back, flopping down on the bed. Jason's hands, however steady they were before, became utterly useless in a matter of seconds as he failed to unbutton his pants several times before giving up, wordlessly resting his hands above his head, staring up at you expectantly. The term ‘pillow princess’ came to mind for a brief second as you unbuttoned them for him. Purposefully ignoring the tight bulge in his pants that was nearly demanding your attention.

“Come on, y/n,” he muttered, his voice as deep as ever.

Slowly rocking his hips against yours in a desperate, yet short lived, attempt at getting you to act. You were by no means cruel, and considering his little plan for the night hadn't fallen through, you indulged him. Lifting his still-clothed thigh up to your shoulder, you had to do a bit of maneuvering to get his pants down to his ankles, Jason was entirely unhelpful, you'd be convinced he was a rag doll if it weren't for his inability to stop fucking squirming.

The way his cock twitched in his pants showed you just how desperate he was, thrusting up against nothing, a short whine coming from somewhere deep in his throat as he started up at you with those pretty blue eyes.

You ran your hands over the exposed skin of his thigh, leaning down and kissing them, leaving little bruises and bites before switching to the next. His gaze was intense, almost glaring, but the whines and whimpers he let out told you that he was just desperate.

Then, unexpectedly, you slid your hand all the way down the inside of his thigh, feeling goosebumps rise in your wake, Jason figured you'd stop just before his cock, you liked teasing him like that, liked taking him apart slowly. But that's apparently not what you had in mind tonight, he only realized that when you wrapped your fingers around his cock, the fabric of his boxers tightened along with your grip. He whined, bucking up into your hand.

Far faster than he expected, you stroked him through his pants, the texture of them and the squeezing pressure your hand provided sending shivers up and down his spine. He gripped the bedsheets as you settled into a pleasant rhythm, fast and tight around his sensitive cock.

His eyes hung low, squeezing shut when you brushed over the tip.

Jason came quickly, hips sputtering and muttering incoherently as he did, cum sleeping through black fabric, drenching your hand and the boxers.

You pulled back, putting your hands back on his thighs, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly as he came down.

Hands still gripping the sheets, he sat there and waited, waiting for you to do something, you were in control after all. But you didn't, you just watched him, his chest rising and falling, cum splattered on his underwear and just under his belly button, the bruises and bites littering his thighs.

“Y/n..” he muttered, hard and horny all over again.

You laughed, “yes?”

He scooted closer to you until you hips were firmly pressed against his ass. Even then, you could here him muttering ‘come on’ over and over against under his breath.

“Speak up, you have to tell me what you want.”

He glared, a real harsh glare that you knew was born out of frustration. He should have known you'd be like this, for a moment he thought he'd really gotten off the hook, but you never just let him cum, you never just fucked him, no, he had to beg for it, as though him presenting himself to you wasn't begging enough.

“Just,” suddenly unable to find his words, Jason groaned, “do something!”

You let out another short laugh, then asked, “Something like what?”

The urge to kick you suddenly immereged.

“Anything, please I-” his hands went from the bedsheets to his face, covering his eyes as his brain once again failed to produce the right words.

You leaned down, pressing kisses down his throat and the pieces of his chest that we're exposed.

After a moment you asked, “How about you tell me what you wanted earlier, you seemed to have a lot of ideas then.”

He shifted, his hands finding the bed again, seems like his mind was racing, as his eyes were almost completely unfocused and blush rose on his cheeks with every second that passed, you gave him a moment to sort himself out.

He spoke suddenly, his voice coming out with some force, “I need you to fuck me until I can’t take it anymore, like you did when the power went out and we didn’t have anything else to do but fuck over and over again, I need you to fuck me like that again, I want you to cum in me so many times that it drips out of my ass and ruins the bed- ah- and I- I can’t- I can’t fucking think with you grinding against me like that so can you please just hurry up and do something!”

A wide grin spread out on your face, even though you barely comprehended that you were grinding your bulge into his ass, it was good to see how a bit of gentle pressure was already making him writhe.

You pulled back, before he could stop complaining you flipped the giant of a man onto his stomach with a hard shove. You heard him moan as he bounced against the bed, he liked being manhandled, but you figured that one out a while ago.

Pulling his boxers down to his knees, fully ready to prep him, only to see the familiar shiny glint of lube covering his hole. Without thinking, you pressed a finger in, feeling just how easily he took it you almost laughed.

“You take all the fun out of prepping you..”

“Shut up and fuck me!”

His desperate, panting tone was enough for you to cave, even as he glared back at you. It took you a second to get out of your clothes, well really just your pants, belt, and boxers, but it still took longer than Jason would have ever liked, again, bratty pillow princess of the century.

By the time you let your cock prod against his hole, he'd grabbed a pillow and rested it under his head, still turning to face you as you slowly pushed in. His resolve didn't last long, broken by a long moan as the head of your cock slipped into his hole, already about to thrust a hole into the bed sheets.

You grabbed his hips, pressing them hard into the bed, he stopped moving, an undeniable whimper coming from him.

You pressed further, barely even half way in and you could feel him squeezing around you, you pressed down until your hips were pressed together.

He panted and moaned, his body flexing, then relaxing. You waited for him to give you a sign that he was okay, and when he did you waited more, just to tease him. He realized this a couple of seconds later, dropping his head into the pillow with a frustrated groan, you're surprised he didn't turn around and cuss you out at that exact moment.

Even though you probably shouldn't have, you pulled out slow, and slammed back into him with more force than you meant to, the bed dipped beneath you both and Jason let put a wild moan. You probably should have gone slow with him, made him cum over and over again before filling him yourself, but you didn't, you had a bit of an epiphany while you had Jason fully wrapped around your cock. You were really, really fucking horny. With someone as pretty as Jason it was always so tempting to take him about the slow way, teasing, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of him, but with some that felt as good as Jason does, it's pretty easy to let that idea fly out the window in turn of pounding him into the mattress.

So you did.

Watching him claw and bite at the pillow beneath him in an attempt to bring some stability back. His whole body getting forced forward with every thrust.

Loud, almost pained, moans and the sound of skin hitting skin filled the room. Even with the pillow shoved into his mouth he was still impossibly loud. You could feel just how warm he’d gotten, his skin was hot and sweaty, and in your mind, you'd hardly even done anything to him yet.

Little tears prickled in his eyes, he squeezed them closed tightly. Taking your cock wasn't anything new to him but fuck, sometimes you could be rough. Not that he didn't enjoy it, no, if he had less pride he’d be screaming at the top of his lungs how good it felt.

He could already tell where bruises were going to form, he'd have burning red hand prints on his waist for sure, and an odd one on his ass and inner thighs, hickies and smaller bruises would litter practically every surface his body offered for sure.

Leaning down, you thrust hitting deeper and deeper, you kissed along his shoulders and back, trying to soothe at least a little of the hurt you were causing. You didn't but it felt nice anyways.

Jason's vision went a little spotty when he came again, you never stopped fucking him and he really didn't want you to. His cum soaked into the sheets beneath him, he could feel the sticky sheets cling to his stomach.

You followed soon after, shooting cum deep inside of him, just like he wanted. He whimpered quietly at the feeling, he could still feel you fucking him with your softened cock, trusting much slower, much to his dismay. He knew you were just waiting to get hard again but he really didn't like waiting.

It didn't take long for you to get hard again, you were still fully inside your beautiful boyfriend's beautiful ass so it definitely wasn't difficult. You continued pounding into him like nothing happened, he didn't say anything either, other than incoherent word between moans. Even though he didn't have to wait long, he missed you fucking him already.

You slammed into him hard and he went cross-eyed for a moment, letting his moans flow freely, louder and more satisfied than before.

“Right there-” he panted, “again, please-”

You couldn't deny him, not when he begged like that, you angled you hips so you'd slam against that spot again and again until he was staining the sheets for a second, then third time.

He made it too easy to want to fuck him.

His body was nearly limp by his fourth orgasm, you pulled out, he let out a little noise, unable to do much about it. You flipped him onto his back, seeing the mess covering his cock and stomach, his eyes tracked your every move, but not many where made, you ran your hands down his thighs just like you'd found before, then shoved your cock back into his mess of a hole.

You chased your own pleasure, dragging an exhausted Jason along with you for the ride. His hands gripped onto you, pulling you down and holding you tight, letting his airy moans fill your ears.

You came soon after, with him clawing at your back and clinging to you like a damn khola. You stayed inside him for a long moment, waiting for him to remember that he had to let you go.

When he did, you leaned back, watching yourself pull out of him, your cock covered in cum and lube. Cum dripped out of his hole rapidly, a puddle forming and growing on the bed, you laughed, still a bit winded.

“Hey, looks like you got your wish, these sheets are defiantly ruined.”

He laughed tiredly before pulling you back down into his arms.

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Jason Todd constantly flips you over during sex. He can’t decide if he wants you on your back (so he can watch your tits bounce and your face contort) or if he wants you on all fours because he loves that angle (& he gets to watch your back muscles contract as he lightly scratches around them, and also just loves watching your ass bounce against him).

He flips you over again and again and edges you each time. You’re on all fours and you’re so close and a whining mess but Jason stops, pulls out of you, and flips you. He says “i wanna watch your pretty face when you cum.” And he starts again at a brutal pace, leaning over you with his fingers mercilessly rolling your nipples. It’s not long until you’re close again, he can see it in your eyes, but he pulls out, stops again, and says, “sorry baby, it was better to pound you the other way.”

He does this over and over again for what feels like hours until you can’t support your own weight. You’re drunk on him and he knows it. He loves it. You can’t speak, but you’re so close and he watches it. He smiles and starts to tease you. “you like that? yeah? is my baby drunk on my cock? look at you, so pretty and good for me. you deserve to cum, don’t you? yeah.” His pace becomes even faster, which you didn’t think was possible, his hand is circling your cunt in the most heavenly way, and he’s smiling at all the noises you’re making. You’re leaving deep scratches in his back you know he’ll feel tomorrow and you’re sort of crying a little bit so he praises you, and you clench around him.

[stararch4ngelqueen]

Overachiever

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Time Written-12:01 a.m.

Jason Todd/fem!reader smut (gave up looking for an image for this guy so yea)

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Faint blotches of muted blues and crooked gray shadows shroud your closed eyes, your heartbeat drumming in your head. Loud, thick gurgles ring in your ears, forcing all thoughts from your head.

Short, guttural grunts erupted above you. The sting along your scalp from a fistful of hair being clutched helped control your involuntary speed, coming to a sudden halt.

“I said,” his voice breaches through your muddled mind. “Keep those eyes open.”

On demand, you do so. Your watery eyes opening to a blurred vision of him; a rugged, sweat dampened mess, still clad in his leather uniform.

His hand eases off the back of your neck, allowing you to pull yourself off his fat, curved cock with a loud, lung expanding gasp. You cough after short chokes, a mix of spit and thick precum dribbling down your chin, seeping in between the valley of your breasts through your own suit.

“Look at you,” Jason huffs, guiding his heavy cock again to press against your glistening lips, feeling a sparkling pride over your ruined makeup.

“Pretty little whore. Y’see that?” He questions, guiding your head with his free hand to gaze down at him in question, focusing on the faint ring of bright red lipstick marking a good three quarters along the length.

“You’re getting better at this, Princess,” he breathlessly chuckles, tapping your outer cheek with his drenched dick.

“Bet your throat hurts, huh? Be honest.” His question has you nodding without much thought, feeling the muscles in your neck tingling after getting bullied and bruised by an eagerly horny vigilante.

“Tsk tsk. New hole’s just getting used to me, sweetheart,” Jason cooes with highly detectable mockery before leaning down, grasping your chin with two fingers to have you look at him, taking in his crinkled, amused expression.

“All that big talk when you’re stealing shit, now you got nothing to say.” After a condescending chuckle, Jason traps you in a hot, tongue heavy kiss, feeling himself throbbing at the sounds of your measly little whimpers.

“Aww, What’s the matter? Too fucked out already?” He whispers in between short pecks, swiping off a hint of spit along your chin before bringing it towards his lips, sucking the digit clean.

“Maybe it’s a little too much for ya,” Jason insists in a second guess attempt, fighting back a smirk from your growing eyes loaded up with denial. “Bit too big for you to take—“

“N-no!” You insist, your once balled up fists reaching up to grasp along his wrists. “I can do it, I know I can. Please, Jay.”

“Easy, easy. Fun’s barely starting, babygirl.” Jason displays his full smile, sharp teeth making an appearance with his chuckle.

Alongside pride, he was still giddy that he got you to agree to this.

“I know you wanna make me happy. Know you wanna earn your little reward.”

A hot, gushy load down your throat became your solid priority in an instant. Jason had that ability to suddenly render you absolutely starving in seconds, manipulating you into wanting what hadn’t come to mind before.

Your answer was a solid nod, eyes glowing in anticipation to further please him. His heavy palm clasps your throat in a snug hold, holding your head in place. His voice is low, quiet and lustful, but you hear him loud and clear.

“Tell you what,” Jason proposes with a quirk in his brow. “You take all of me; every last inch, an’ I’ll give you what you want.”

Eagerness leaves you automatically agreeing; pretty, kiss swollen lips with a pretty pink tongue eager to lap at the fat bead that threatened to drip off his length.

“That what you want, pretty girl?” He questions. “Want to make me happy? Wan’ me to make you come?”

You feel your whole body heating up from the fire that's burning deep inside you; your pussy painfully untouched and drenched. Jason promised he’d give you what you wanted if you played along in being a pretend thief, the motivation keeping you barely stable as it is.

It was like your brain was hard-wired to urge him towards his release. Or, maybe the mix of arousal and oxygen deprivation swirling around in your head was making you more submissive to set your own desires aside for him.

Eagerly nodding was your only form of answer, but Jason would gladly take it.

“Prove it then,” His hands leave your neck and head, settling them back along his sides. “Show me.”

Adjusting your sore knees against crooked gravel, you greedily lap up the fat, clear bead of precum that called your name, the saltiness drowning your tastebuds.

He lets out a short groan, brows furrowing slightly as he watches a bit of himself disappear between your lipstick smeared lips. His hum rumbles low in his chest as you bob your head back and forth at a steady pace, swirling along him with your tongue.

He's quickly drunk off of your persistent eagerness to please him, peering up at him through wet lashes. You were more focused on his reactions, watching his head slightly raise, threatening to tilt back if he wasn’t so stubborn to watch every second of it.

You looked a gorgeous sight already as you changed direction, pressing your glistening lips along the underside of his heavy cock, feeling the majority of his heavy dick rest along your face, settling against the corner of your cheek, nestled beside the small grove of your nostril.

A perfect picture to capture the memory, if it occurred to him to pull out his phone. His obedient, needy girl eager to please whenever he needed you.

He's panting harder now, shoulders rising quicker with his slightly labored breathing.

“Ready?” He had the decency to ask, waiting for your muffled hum in response before grasping hold of himself.

“Open.”

You obey, sticking out your pretty tongue.

“Eyes on me,” he taps the fat head along the muscle at least three times, too impatient to warn you of what happens if they close.

His hips lurch forward, sliding himself deep in your throat with a relieved groan. He fills your mouth up easily, his tip pushing past something hard in your throat until he's blocking your airways. You try to settle your reflex, nearly choking on him at the start.

Your soaking wet lips slowly passed where you last reached, your nose brushing against thick curls at his base, taking in his musk while choking on cock, hooking your fingers over the tight harnesses securing his meaty thighs.

You furrow your brows, trying your best to keep your throat from rejecting him, but you're not able to hold him there for long before you choke.

The vibrations left him shivering, watching spit bubble from the corners of your mouth, dripping slowly down your chin and neck, disappearing down your constricting suit zipper.

“That’s it,” he grunts, his head tilting back in pure, raw pleasure, feeling his balls tighten with every constrict of your throat as he fucks your face.

Maybe it was his fault, getting off on your vile, arousing gags, your sickly gray tears rolling down your ruined face. The ultimate ego boost, nothing could ever top this.

You could've cared less of the mess you became, focused on him and his pleasure alone. His deep, aggressively hot tone serenaded through your brain like melted dark chocolate, leaving you addicted for more.

A rich, heavy moan left his mouth, vibrating through his chest as his head tilts back, Adam’s apple bobbing with thin beads of sweat as the nightly breeze bats against his shivering skin.

The sight of those gorgeously shiny lips clenching along the base of his drenched dick left him teetering on the very edge, your eyes watering from the sheer size of him being a bit too much for you to take.

Jason raised you higher up on his cock, nearly forcing your buckling knees off the ground.

The sounds that came from your pretty little mouth as you reached your limit, forcing you to take more than you were used to were vile and filthy, but he loved every second of it. A private symphony just for him alone.

“Nice and messy, babygirl,” Jason rasps out, glancing down at your flushed face with heavy lidded eyes.

“Gonna clean up that messy little pussy,” he murmured through heavy panting, reinforcing his interlocked fingers behind your head. “Then fuck those wet tits next.”

[dxckgrxsonx]

We all know jason loves eating pussy, and this mf knows he's good at too, he gets hard and off off it. but imagine him coming home from patrol and him being needy asf and being bratty and once he gets his mouth on you he's whimpering and grindning his hips into the bed and your pulling his hair and it makes him moan and grind into the bed even more, and when he's finally done getting you off he stands up and you see the wet spot on his boxers and he's still hard and he's shy and soft about it

Also bby I love your version of jason and dick, like holy fuck the shit you write is AMAZING like I love you so much..

its after 2am. i have to be up for work at 7. i give zero fucks rn. i need to write this. if i fall asleep at work later, im blaming you.

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"Fucking hell, Jay. What's gotten into you?"

He paws at you, strong hands trying to tug at the elastic of your pyjama shorts. His mouth is pitched up in a smirk. He wants something, you know he does. The elastic snaps back against your skin when Jason fumbles his grip and you hiss through your teeth at the sting.

You're grabbing at his shoulders, trying to find some fleeting sense of stability amongst his chaos. In the back of your head, you note that he's back from patrol a little early.

"Slow night, huh?" You try, unable to do anything but shuffle back in half steps when Jason herds you to the bedroom. "Must be if you're this needy."

His focus shoots to you, a pout suddenly settling on his face, "Wanna eat you out. Missed the taste of you."

Your eyebrow cocks up, eyes searching for a clock, "You are aware it's the middle of the night, right? We should be sleeping."

"But baby." Jason whines, settling on his front when you tip backwards onto the bed. "I want to lick your pussy. Please let me taste you, I know you're wet."

Combing your fingers through his hair when he leans forwards to press a handful of kisses across your stomach, you tug lightly at the base of his skull and pull his head back so you can look at him.

"Always about you, huh? I want this. I want that. What about me?"

Jason whimpers, "C'mon, sweetheart--please. Y'know I'm good at it. I'll have you coming in no time. Then when I'm done, we can go to bed."

Dragging his fingers just under the waistband of your shorts you feel your body flush with goosebumps. His touch burns a path straight through to your gut, it feels like wildfire, feels like nuclear fission. He kickstarts the heat inside you and you feel yourself start to get damp.

"Pleaseee. Lemme lick your pretty pussy. Wanna make you feel good."

Cupping his cheek with one hand you sigh, "Okay, baby. If you want it so bad."

Pulling your shorts down your thighs Jason grins, impossibly pleased with himself, maybe a little smug. It's an infuriatingly good look on him and it's hard not to react in the way he wants you to. Stupid smug horny bastard.

Guiding your thighs over his broad shoulders, Jason swipes his soft, wet tongue through your slit. At soon as your taste blooms across his tongue he moans, eyelids fluttering closed in bliss. He licks you from your soaking entrance, all the way up to your puffy clit.

Grabbing at your waist, Jason sucks your clit between his lips and drags the flat of his tongue over it. Bucking your hips up you choke out a quiet gasp of his name and fist at his hair.

Almost immediately, Jason moans into your cunt, hips grinding into the bed. Yanking at the strands harder, you guide his head where you want it to be and the noise he makes has your clit twitching desperately in his mouth.

Suckling at the throbbing bundle of nerves your thighs quake over his shoulders. Even though he gets his mouth on your pussy as often as he can, Jason never fails to have you seeing space and time and everything in between.

He's good. Really fucking good.

"S'good, Jay." You gasp, head tipping back. "So good for me, baby."

You feel him whine against your clit and you kick your hips up, grind yourself into his greedy mouth. Jason takes it easily, reflectively adjusts to every single movement you make until you hold his head in place using his hair.

"Uh--fuck." He moans into your cunt when he realises what you're going to do. "Use me, baby. Grind that pretty pussy all over my face."

Rocking your hips, you hold Jason in place and grind against his talented mouth. For a brief second, you think he's going to come with the sound he makes and the way he grinds his cock into the sheets. Instead, he drags his tongue all over your clit and you make a high, keening noise in the back of your throat.

"M'close." You manage to get out, breathless and trembling.

Doubling his efforts, Jason licks and sucks at your clit like an expert, like he knows exactly what to do to get you coming undone. Sliding two fingers into your clenching hole he twists his wrist and drags them over your sweet spot.

Gushing all over his hand you jerk and yank at his hair. Jason cries out and shudders from head to toe. Pumping his fingers into you, you feel heat drag up your neck when you hear the way your pussy squelches around the digits.

Arching your back when he sucks at your clit and hits your sweet spot at the same time you come undone, crying out his name and thrusting against his face. You feel your clit pulse and twitch in his mouth as he keeps lavishing it with attention, pussy squeezing rhythmically around his fingers.

Pulling back once you're spent, you release the tight hold you have on his hair. Jason rocks back onto his knees and you notice straight away the damp spot staining the front of his underwear.

A flush spreads up his throat, redness touching at his cheeks. Your heartbeat kicks up a notch at the sight of him, soft and embarrassed. Ducking his head he tries to hide from the look on your face but you see the way his cock twitches and strains against the sticky fabric.

He wants to come again.

"Oh my sweet boy. Did you get a little too excited eating me out?" You coo, reaching out to him. "C'mere, s'my turn to take care of you."

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[slut4thebroken]

The Lesson

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Pairing | Dark!Jason Todd x innocent Batgirl!reader

Summary | Jason teaches you a different way you can make him feel good.

Warnings | Sexual content, 18+, emotional manipulation, coercion, consent through coercion, corruption kink, face fucking, deep throating, crying, no female orgasms, lowkey misogynistic!Jason lol, adopted siblings, but like... he doesn't think of her that way and neither does she.

Words | 2k

Notes | He’s so strong I want him to crush my skull with his bare hands-

Ao3 link | <3

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“Right on time, pretty girl.” You flushed at the pet name as you limped into his room. Bruce had questioned you about why you couldn’t go on patrol tonight, but you told him it was just because you pulled something when you stretched a little too hard. It felt wrong lying to him, but it was better than the truth. When you neared the bed, he moved the covers and maneuvered you to lay completely flush to his body on top of him. 

“How’s my favorite girl?” His smile gave you butterflies. 

“Sore.” You muttered, looking away from him. 

“I can tell.” He chuckled, then once he saw your frown, added, “I’m sorry sweetheart. I’ll try to go easier on you from now on.” 

“Thank you, Jay.” You said quietly, giving him a small smile. 

“Since you’re still sore, how about we do something else tonight?” You all but sighed in relief from his words. “You ever sucked cock before?” You choked on your spit and stared at him, eyes wide in shock. 

“N-no.” You stammered, feeling yourself grow nervous. 

“I’ll teach you. I’m sure you’ll be a natural at it, princess.” He smirked, making you blush all the way down to your chest. He moved you down to lay between his legs, then removed his already hard cock from his briefs. “Go ahead, baby. Touch it.” You tentatively reached for it, making him chuckle. “It’s not gonna bite you, just grab it.” Instead of giving you a chance to obey, he grabbed your hand and wrapped it around his cock. He didn’t let go and instead started moving your hand up and down his length. 

“Good girl. Just like that.” He said, releasing you to let you continue on your own. It was weird, but you liked watching his reactions— the way his breath would hitch or he’d let a quiet moan escape made you squeeze your thighs together. “Lick the precum.”

“What?” You asked, brows furrowed. 

���You don’t know what precum is?” You felt your cheeks heat up and you shook your head, embarrassed. “See that on the tip?” You looked down at his length, finding a bead of clear liquid on top. 

“That’s… precum?” The word felt a little silly when you said it outloud. 

“Yeah. Go ahead and lick it, tell me how it tastes.” You tentatively leaned down with your tongue out, letting it swipe over the tip just like he said. 

“It’s a little salty?” 

“Yeah?” You nodded. “Do you like it?” 

“I- I don’t know. I think so?” You didn’t. But you didn’t want to make him feel bad.

“Good. Hold it at the base now and lick up from the bottom.” He instructed, hand tangling in your hair. You did as he said, sticking your tongue out and dragging it all the way up his length. “Now close your lips around the tip. Good girl- use your tongue.” You flicked your tongue over him, trying not to cringe when you got another taste of the precum. 

“Now hollow your cheeks and go a little deeper- that’s it.” You sucked in your cheeks and moved down, looking up at him through your lashes for approval, making him let out a choked moan. “Fuck- good girl. Up and down.” He started lightly guiding your head and when he suddenly pushed down a little harder until he hit the back of your mouth, you gagged and pulled off, feeling tears already start to build. 

“You gotta control your gag reflex, okay? Otherwise you won’t make me feel good.” He warned, making you frown. 

“I- I’m sorry. I’ll try.” You said quietly, moving back down on his cock. He continued guiding you and when his cock brushed the back of your mouth again, you were a little more prepared this time, only gagging a little. 

“Good girl, keep that up.” He said through a moan and you could feel that familiar tingle between your legs. He continued moving your head up and down his length, each time brushing the back of your throat, but even then he was still barely half way inside. 

“I’m gonna speed up a little okay?” All you could go to respond was look up at him. He started moving your head faster now, adding his other hand to your head to have even more control. When he brushed your throat, making you gag, his grip on your hair tightened and he shushed you gently. “You’re okay. You can take it.” He cooed, groaning when you let out a muffled whimper. He finally let out pull off and you coughed and sputtered, looking up at him, eyes blurry with unshed tears. 

“Oh fuck.” He moaned, moving a hand to cup your cheek. “Holding up okay?” He asked, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip, shiny with spit. You whined and averted your gaze, not wanting to disappoint him. “I’m not going to do this without consent so if you really want to leave me in pain again, then I guess we can be done.” He warned, making your eyes snap back to his. 

“No, I- I’m sorry. I want to, Jay, ‘s just hard.” 

“I know, baby. But the more you practice, the better you’ll get.” He gave you a small smile that you couldn’t help but return. “Ready for more?” You nodded, tentatively opening your mouth as his hand moved back to your hair. He slid in again, resuming the fast pace, and you focused on holding back your gag reflex to last longer. Part of you wondered why you couldn’t do it how you first started, going up and down on your own and using your hand, but he knows more about this than you do so there’s probably a reason. 

“Okay, I’m gonna go all the way in now. Do you trust me?” You did your best to nod with his length still in your mouth and his grip still on your hair, even though you weren’t sure what he meant. “Take a deep breath.” You inhaled through your nose, then he was pushing you down until his cock hit the back of your mouth. You tried not to gag, but when he kept pushing, you couldn’t help it. Letting out a muffled whimper, your hands settled on his thighs, gripping tightly and trying to push yourself up. 

“Look at me.” He rasped. The second your watery eyes fluttered up to his, the pressure increased tenfold until his cock was breaching your throat barrier and your lips were at the base. Your eyes widened as you choked, but his grip was unmoving. “Oh my fucking god.” He whimpered, letting out a vulgar moan. The tears in your eyes quickly started falling and the longer he held you there, the more you started to panic until you were thrashing in his grip. 

“You’re okay- just take it.” When you tried to pull off, he just pushed down harder, burying your nose in his pelvis. “Good girl- good fucking girl. It’s okay to struggle, I’m strong enough to help you out and hold you still.” When he finally relaxed his grip to let you pull off, you immediately shot up, choking and coughing, then letting out a quiet sob. He shushed you, stroking your hair with one hand, but keeping the other gripped tight so you couldn’t move away. 

“You’re doing so good, baby. I’m so proud of you.” He cooed. You couldn’t stop crying, not used to the panic you just felt— the feeling of being completely trapped. “Can you look at me, princess?” He asked softly and you couldn’t help but obey. His cock twitched as he cursed under his breath at the sight of your tear stained cheeks.

“You can take just a little more right? I’m so close.” Despite the fact that your whole body was protesting, you gave him a small nod. “That’s my girl. You’re doing so good for me. Love you so much.” 

“Love you too, Jay.” You rasped, voice already incredibly hoarse. 

“Ready?” You did your best to quickly level out your breathing as you sniffled, trying to mentally prepare yourself too. When you nodded, he grasped your hair with both hands again and guided you back down. He fucked you slowly for a little while, letting you get used to the feeling again, then sped up. He didn’t pull you all the way down, just let the tip hit the back of your mouth with each thrust. When his moans got progressively louder, you knew he was nearing his orgasm. 

He pulled you down, groaning when his cock met the resistance of your throat, but kept going until he forced it all the way in. His hands splayed flat on the back of your head, holding you completely still against him as he groaned. With your nose completely pressed to his pelvis, it made it even harder for you to try and breathe. 

He held you still, his hips bucking up every once in a while, and you clawed at his thighs as more tears started to fall. When hot come hit the back of your throat, you let out a strangled whimper. His hips kept grinding up against your face even though he couldn’t go any deeper and you started panicking again. You could barely get the sounds of your cries out with his cock buried so deep. Before it stopped twitching entirely, he pulled out, one hand holding you still and the other rapidly fisting it as more come shot out, hitting your face. 

“Keep it open.” He said quickly when you started closing your mouth. Despite your coughing and crying, you opened your mouth again as the last few ropes of come left his cock, this time mostly landing in your mouth. You grimaced at the taste, but he paid no mind to it. As his hand slowed to a stop, you tried to focus on calming down and not crying. 

“Fuck.” He groaned, drawing the word out. “Good fucking girl. Clean it up.” He swiped the come off your face with his fingers, then shoved them in your drooling mouth as far as he could, being sure to push down on your tongue to make you gag as you “cleaned them.” When he pulled them away and wiped the spit off on your cheek, your face heated up. 

“Such a good girl.” He cooed, wiping the rest of your tears away. He pulled you up his body until you were straddling his hips, then reached for the hem of your sleep shirt, forcing it off of you. You shivered at the cool air on your now exposed nipples and he groaned but focused on the original task of cleaning the spit off your face with your shirt. When he finished, he told you to lay down so you moved to the side and he cleaned his softening cock, then tucked himself back in his briefs and discarded your shirt on the floor. He pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around your torso as you laid your head on his chest. 

“Jay, can I have some water?” You rasped, throat sore. 

“What for, baby?” He muttered, clearly more tired than before. 

“Don’t like the taste…” 

“No one likes the taste. And I’m not gonna be offended since you didn’t know, but saying something like that is usually frowned upon when it comes to sex.” 

“Oh… Why?” You asked, brows furrowed in confusion. 

“Because it’s rude, princess. If anything you should be saying thank you to me for giving it to you.” 

“I’m sorry… Thank you, Jay.” You said quietly, feeling embarrassed about your lack of knowledge surrounding sex. You were glad that you had someone you trusted to teach you though, someone you felt comfortable making dumb mistakes like this around.

“You’re welcome. Now go to sleep okay?” 

“Okay, sorry. I love you.” You said, placing a kiss to his chest. 

“Love you too, baby.” He mumbled, placing a sleepy kiss on the top of your head. 

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Hey, this might be too specific, but I was thinking Jason Todd with a top male reader older than Jason (like sugar daddy ;) lol just kidding but let it be like 30-40 years and that he has more experience than Jason with weapons and stuff

Jason Todd x older male reader

Headcanons

Jason is in his early 20s in this whilst the reader is around 40. I might have taken the sugar daddy part and ran with it lmao.

-          You were called Black Demise, because you wore mainly black and dark colors and the fact that no one ever saw you coming.

-          You had been in the killing business for at least 20 years now, having run with the likes of Deathstroke when you first started out. The two of you were still friends somewhat, but you didn’t communicate as much anymore since you were both busy.

-          Meeting Red Hood was a coincidence. The Outlaws had appeared during one of your contracts, apparently having the same target as you did. Of course you didn’t let them get the target and killed them first, much to The Outlaws annoyance who tried to fight you.

-          Your many years of experience made it quite easy to take them down though, and at one point you had Red Hood pinned on his back, sat on his waist and holding his arms above his head. He had tried in vain to buck you off, but you just pressed down harder on top of him.

-          You couldn’t keep the chuckle from leaving your lips when you felt hardness against your ass, deciding to press down harder against him and grinding your hips back and forth a few times just to tease the younger man.

-          When the fight had left him and Red Hood was just wriggling and trying to hump up against you, letting out choked keens and whimpers, you released his hands, took his jaw between your fingers, and told him to come find you some time.

-          And before he could react you were gone, having tucked a card with your number in his jacket before disappearing into the wind.

 -          Jason had immediately looked into you when he got home from the mission. You were less known than Deathstroke, but just as skilled if not more. You were only less known because you stayed hidden unlike the other man.

-          Jason couldn’t help but wriggle his hips to adjust to the heat that gathered in his crotch at the memory of you, holding your card between his fingers as he debated on contacting you.

-          One thing led to another, and he messaged you, using some bullshit excuse about wanting to learn about weapons from you and how to deal with them effectively. You of course knew It was just an excuse but went anyways.

-          Getting into Gotham was never hard, you just needed to know how to stick to the shadows better than the bats and you were in, you knew this because you’ve had many contracts on Gotham and other cities protected by heroes.

-          You found Jason on one of his patrols, watching from the shadows as he took down a couple of gangsters who had been trying to force kids to sell for them by the looks of it. When he was done and had returned to the rooftops, you had struck and pushed him up against the wall.

-          Jason tried to swing at forever had pinned him, but when he saw it was you the fight seemed to melt right out of him, the immediate submission making something stir in your stomach.

 -          Your relationship started out with you just guiding him, with a lot of flirting and lingering touches. You especially loved to step up behind him and press against his back, to “correct” the way he was holding specific weapons or adjust his stance.

-          Jason wasn’t super rich, since he didn’t want to rely on Bruce for anything, and you only make so much as a crime lord of Gotham who didn’t reveal their identity. And seeing as you were extremely skilled in what you did and had been doing it for so many years, you could honestly rival maybe not Bruce, but at least Oliver Queen in riches.

-          It started out as you buying Jason new weapons, armor or gear. When he tried to claim he didn’t need it, you had just taken his chin between your fingers and your thumb and told him you didn’t wanna lose your boy like that.

-          That was another thing that had happened over time, petnames. You regularly referred to Jason as your boy, your prince, your pup, your pretty boy or your personal favorite, your little one.

-          Jason had tried to complain in the beginning, but you could tell he enjoyed it just as much as you did. And over time he let you pamper him with gifts and riches. It grew on him the more it happened, and some selfish part of his chest loved the gifts and attention you gave him.

  -          When he called you daddy the first time it had been a joke, you had just gotten Jason a new helmet made of the same material as your own, and new armor made in a similar build as your own. It was like staking a claim on him to anyone who knew who you were.

-          The bat had even been removed from the chest, at Jason’s insistence. He had put on the new gear you got him and stood in front of you, twirling as if showing it off.

-          You had never asked why he wanted the bat off his chest, and when you did, he answered without thinking. “So everyone knows I belong only to you daddy” his tone was joking, but you could feel there was some truth to that.

-          It had immediately set a bright fire in your chest, and Jason froze when you got to your feet. He thought maybe you were insulted by what he said, but when you grabbed him under his thighs and lifted him up against the wall he knew better.

-          The night you had wrung him dry, first taking him against the wall in his new gear, before bending him over the couch, taking him in the kitchen, the bathroom, and the bedroom. The entire time praising him and calling him your good little boy, asking if he wanted daddy to take care of him.

-          If Jason had any neighbors they would definitely have hear him cry out for his daddy that night, and have heard how he wailed and moaned as you took him.

 -          After that night your relationship became official, you became boyfriends, but you also became his daddy and him your boy. You ended up moving him to one of the multiple apartments you owned in Gotham, like staking yet another claim on him.

-          The apartment was still close to Crime alley or was in Crime alley since that was his home and where he worked. And everyone seemed to notice the bat being removed from Red Hoods outfit and how he looked even higher quality than before.

-          Panic immediately filled the city when Black Demise started popping up, even if you weren’t as famous as Deathstroke you were still known enough to sent criminals scattering. It made things tense in the city especially when you seemed to stick around Crime Alley.

-          It created rumors that Black Demise and Red Hood were working together, especially when people noticed their gear being similar in some ways or how Black Demise would always hover over Red Hood.

-          A goon even claimed to have seen Black Demise push Red Hood up against a wall and fondle him, to which the red wearing vigilante had just thrown his head back and hung onto the other man.

-          The batfam had been shaken to their core after Jason stopped wearing the bat and had gone even lower contact than he uses too, so when they went to check his last known apartment and they saw he wasn’t there, they panicked a little.

-          It ends up being Dick who sees Jason and you, when out patrolling he sees you holding Jason against you and Jason with his arms draped over your shoulders and kicking his leg like a lovestruck fool.

 -          Dick being who he is confronts the two of you after a while, having stalked you both to make sure Jason wasn’t being forced to do anything.

-          You would most likely have known Dick because of his time with Deahtstroke, so he gives you the shovel talk and tells you to keep the killing to the downlow in Gotham and lets you two be, only after making sure Jason is safe and happy.

-          Dick goes back and reports you are an ally for Jason’s and to not worry about you. He doesn’t out your relationship to the family cuz its not his place, and Jason actually seems so happy and relaxed for the first time in who knows how long.

-          After a while the two of you start being public with your relationship, in and out of suits. You go out during the day to go to libraries or bookstores, for you to pamper Jason with some new clothes of your choosing, or to grind against each other like a lovesick pair of dogs in clubs during the night.

-          The Outlaws might be a little confused by your relationship in the beginning, but they quickly come to accept it since you both seem happy, healthy, and safe, so who are they to judge.

-          Bruce would definitely not be approving of the relationship, and it would lead to some arguments, but he has to bite it down since he doesn’t wanna drive Jason away from the family again. So, if he has to look at you and Jason acting like a pair of newlyweds so be it.

 -          Jason has most definitely gotten more comfortable being your boy, calling you daddy over personal comms during patrols when he wants to be a tease.

-          During nights when he wants you to ravage him, he wears a pair of lingerie under his clothes, rubs against you and kisses you, whimpers and whines for his daddy to touch him and love him, and when he gets you warmed up, he rushes off on patrol.

-          You have quickly figured out this tactic of his but play along, knowing it makes him even more excited and hot under the collar. Though there have been times where you have caught him before finishing patrol to take him in dark alleyways or rooftops.

-          Jason might start wearing a necklace with a lock on it or a leather choker when hes out and about, as if to show everyone he’s taken and happy about it. He would more likely wear a collar at home, that has something like “daddy’s boy” written on it or “property of Black Demise”.

-          Jason is still a big terrifying crime lord don’t get me wrong, but sometimes he just likes to crawl into his daddy’s lap and ride your thigh and have you pinch and twist his nipples until he came in his boxers.

-          Because of your relationship the Red Hod actually becomes even more skilled than before since you train him, not just in weapons though, you also train him in other spicier ways ;)

-          You two are in a very comfortable and happy relationship, and though its taken some work since Jason would struggle with communication in the beginning, you make sure to always talk through your issues and anything either of you aren’t happy with.

[justice-maul]

Jason Todd x Top Werewolf Male Reader | Headcanons Part 2

Word count: 1,595

Request(s):

I like the thought that werewolves can go into heat, on that note what if the dug or medicine if used to often their body refuses to take it kinda like reacting to poison? But if werewolves haven't had their heat in a while than it can be pretty intense. Leading up to werewolf reader completely railing Jason? - @xweirdo101x

Author Note: I love this idea and this gif is perfect for it, ugh 😩 I love Jason Todd and it shows. Read part 1 in order to understand this one.

THANK YOU FOR 400 FOLLOWERS I LOVE YALL

Warning(s)⚠: Sub Jason, porn with plot, manhandling, intense sex, animal like features, Reader has a big dick, fingering (Character receiving,) slight biting, making out, and last but most definitely not least… Breeding.

Ever since you’ve told Jason about what you really were, things have going well in your relationship for the past few months and you two have actually built a good bond of trust which just made your love for each other much stronger. But it also arises some new feelings that we’re racing in Jason’s mind

Now that he knew, you felt more comfortable showing your true strength, speed, and resilience, and while he’d never admit it to you, he couldn’t help but feel a little aroused every time you showed it off, knowing what you could so easily do to him was just such a turn on to him something he never expected would be before you

You told Jason about your heat cycle and how they can get really intense and pretty rough so you use suppressors for them which he was completely fine with but when your heat cycle came around, it seemed that your body has finally gained immunity to it at the worst time possible,

Jason was out doing his usual patrols and work at night and you were in pain and need to breed something but you wanted to hold back and not worry him, but when Jason came home that night, he called out for you and only when he walked in your shared bedroom he could finally see everything in full display

You were on the bed breathing heavily and panting as you fisted your cock desperate for release for the sixth time that day but no matter how many times you came you only felt worse, the sweat on your body was glistening, your load was twice as much, and your mind can only think about one thing and that was to relieve the aching pain in your body that was in desperate need to rail and fuck someone with your cock

Jason was frozen in place, he watched feeling completely turned on by the view in front of him, they have done many things but Y/n looked… different like this, almost animalistic and the thought of his boyfriend using his strength against him was just such a turn on to him as he just couldn’t help himself. He shifted in his weight making a floorboard creak and the noise immediately caught your attention chasing you to snap your head and toward him

Jason’s knees almost buckled at the sight of your eyes that looked exactly like a wolf’s were full of desire and absolute hunger which made his body shiver in anticipation as he slowly approached the bed with your eyes following him, not at all leaving his body for a moment, you were fighting every thought in your head that told you to pounce on him and fucking him mercilessly even though you knew that both of you wanted it

He closed the door shut and slowly got on the bed “You mind if I…” he gulped as his eyes trailed down to your length that was throbbing between your hands “Help you?…” for a second you both stayed silent, the atmosphere being very thick in the air as you both looked into each other’s eyes before you suddenly grabbed his hips flipping him onto the bed pushing him ok his back with thick muscular thighs spread out beautifully and you immediately dived between his thighs

You opened your mouth to say something your wolf fangs getting flashed to Jason which only fueled his arousal but instead of talking you leaned forward and softly bite his inner thigh, not enough to hurt but just good enough to send shivers throughout his body “Oh- god…” a whine came from his throat as he felt his cock twitch and slowly harden creating a small pool of cum on his stomach as your teeth lightly move along his inner thigh, grazing his skin as you move deeper between them

He felt your tongue loll out of your mouth and slowly begin to trace over the thick meat of his strong thighs as he practically teased both him and yourself just tasting the sweat on his skin as you inhaled the musk on his body practically tasting his scent the more you pressed into him which only made your length wetter with anticipation, he could feel your fingernails that were much sharper and longer than normal, they looked like they could claw right through him as you lightly pressed them into his skin before you finally had enough and couldn’t take it anymore rubbing your tongue over his hole before immediately pushing it in his puckered pink hole causing him to let out a choked whine

Your tongue pressed against his hole pushing in and out to tease the rim only to push your tongue further in his hole watching as he swallows the spit that gathered in his mouth and let out soft little whimpers as he bit his lip to try and muffle the noises, he watched as you pressed a thumb in and began to push it further down his hole, stretching it open and pulling it out only to watch as it clenched around nothing, you suddenly put in two fingers and scissored his heat causing him to elect a louder moan, impatiently trying to open it up enough for your cock that was throbbing in your pants and rubbing against the bed sheets

The friction only increased your lust as you fingered him faster and you can feel his patience running thin as well “Just please… fuck me already…” he begged helplessly as you stretched him open, watching as his hole squeezed down on your fingers only for you to add another finger and fuck his insides with them faster, a loud string of cusses words and moans left Jason’s lips as he felt your fingers graze against his prostate which only made him grow more impatient as a loud moan elected from his throat and you decided you both had enough so you pulled your fingers out causing him to whine from the emptiness and you wrapped your hand around your aching cock that was throbbing from the lack of attention

Jason took notice of how your cock looked somehow bigger while you were in heat and his cock twitched at the sight imagining how it would fill up his insides and completely wreck his hole only for him to look at your wolf-like gaze that pierced through his soul and the look Jason gave you right then and there was pure want and need as he reached over and gave your arousal a slow long pump feeling how it pulsed and somehow got harder in his hand, his lips parting as if he wanted to taste it but you were, long done with waiting so you grabbed him by his waist flipping him over so his face was pressed up against the pillows and his hips were raised giving you access to his wet gaping hole

Looking at the sight of Jason splayed out like this right in front of you, a complete mess you couldn’t hold back anymore and began to slowly grind your too against him before you finally pushed in his heat causing him to let out a string of cuss words at how much bigger your cock felt inside of him as you slowly began to stretch him out before finally bottoming out inside of him “Shit! Your so f-fucking big..!” He moaned out pathetically his hands clawing at your back eyes watering with tears and his jaw was slack as you leaned in to give him a sloppy kiss your tongue tasting his lips before pushing into his mouth as you drank in his moans before softly biting his bottom lip pulling at it before letting it go, electing a whine from his puffy lips

Your tongue was much longer than before he swore you could’ve even deep-throat him with how long it was now and the way you were using your tongue on him felt as if you were fucking his mouth the same rough and passionate way you fucked his hot stretched out hole railing him as if you were truly just an animal causing his mind to fall blank as he threw his head back and arched into your large cock feeling as it rammed against his prostate over and over again. Your thrusts only quickened as you felt your release coming near and you began to rut into him letting out a deep moan/growl from your throat as you felt the heat growing inside of you and you leaned down biting his neck

Although it wasn’t hard enough to break skin it made Jason let out a loud moan as his cock twitched before finally spilling all over his stomach his orgasm only causing him to clench down on your length making you groan before you spilled your own load inside of him making him whimper as he felt your seed seeping into his hole deep inside of him, some of it spewing out of it because of the intense amount of build-up from your heat and you pulled out watching as it all spilled out only for you to thrusts your hips back into his wet sticky mess and beginning to pound him all over again making him let out a yell as he couldn’t even keep up with you anymore and he knew that this night was far from over and him getting any restraint that night was very unlikely, but he couldn’t complain for a moment

[r4ins]

would you pls do Jason Todd x male reader? 😫Thank you!! 😆

Jason Todd x Top Male Reader

bottom jason todd

cw. lots of smut

Jason never hated Y/N more than when the man was inside him. Sure, Y/N was an asshole at the best of times, and Jason couldn’t wait until the moment he tore him down and his whole stupid empire with him, but when Y/N had him bent over and panting, a side of the older man came out that Jason absolutely despised. Unfortunately, his body had a different reaction to this Y/N.

“That’s it sweetheart, tighten up this hole for me like a good little bitch” Y/N crooned sickly sweet behind him.

“Nngh, fuck off” Jason responded, grinding his burning face into the cool wood of Y/N’s desk. He hated that Y/N could get him this worked up from just a few fingers.

“The big, scary Red Hood” Y/Nchuckled “well look at you now, whore.”

Jason blinked overwhelmed tears out of his eyes, yeah, the asshole had a point. He was sure he cut a pretty pathetic figure, bent at the waist over Y/N’s large mahogany desk, hands pinned behind him by his own zip-ties, jerking up onto his toes at every thrust of Y/N’s gloved hand into his slick hole, and whining softly the whole time. He couldn’t see Y/N, but he could imagine the smugness in his eyes as he sat in his huge office chair behind Jason, sipping a glass of whiskey in one hand whilst the other relentlessly abused his ass.

Jason wasn’t sure how much time had passed since he bratted his way right past Y/N’s warning glare and found himself manhandled onto the ground and bound up. Y/N had moved him to the desk only after choking him out against the floor and growling into his ear about being put in his place and getting what was coming to him. Since then, satisfied by Jason’s submission as his lax body was shoved over the desk, he had been lazily grinding his black leather gloved fingers into the boy’s prostate.

“Give it up, boy, it’s your own time you’re wasting” It was the amused patronising tone that got to him the most, made him want to fight tooth and nail and to bear his neck in surrender at the same time “C’mon Jay, let out that needy little slut we both know you are deep down.”

“Shut -uhn- up, you-” Jason grunted out. He was so tense he could feel the zip ties cutting into his wrists, could feel every pant of hot air into the space between his face and the wood, could feel each miniscule movement of Y/N’s hand.

Y/N hummed in amusement, pulling his hand out and wiping it on Jason’s asscheek like the boy was nothing more than a dirty rag. Jason let out a sob at the treatment, only to choke on air as he felt both of Y/N’s hands grab his cheeks and pull them apart. It was something about the exposure, or the hot stab of the objectification that finally made him break down.

“Daddy, daddy, pl-please” he whined. He could barely recognise his own voice.

“Ah, there we are, sweetheart. There’s my good boy” Y/N pulled away for a second, chucked softly at Jason’s heartbroken sob at the sudden loss of sensation.

Jason was limp as Y/N pulled him up by his bound hands and turned him until he was standing on shaking legs, still caught up in his own pants, and facing the older man.

Y/N shushed him softly, reaching out place his hands on the boy’s trembling hips and staring into his cloudy eyes. Without dropping the eye contact, Y/N lifted one foot and stepped down on the pants bunched around his legs until they slid down his legs to the floor. Bolstered by the hands on his hips, Jason stepped out of the pants and followed the urging of those gloved palms until he was settled in his lap, hands still tied behind him, wet eyes wide and desperate.

“Hey there, pretty boy” Y/N lifted a hand and took Jason’s chin between his fingers, moving his face this way and that to admire the pink flush.

Jason, unable to turn his face away, scrunched his eyes closed as he blushed fiercely, for a moment hating how much Y/N’s words turned him to putty. “Daddy, please, daddy”

“Shh now precious, don’t you worry your cute little head at all, hmm?” Y/N shook Jason’s face like a puppy until the boy opened his eyes to look up at him blearily, “Daddy’s gonna take care of you baby.”

Jason hated him, he hated him so much. He hated him even more for the way that his words made the tears collecting in his lashes fall down over his cheeks towards his trembling lips. The humiliation made his stomach roll, but also made his still hard dick throb painfully.

“Do you want Daddy’s cock, baby-slut?” Y/N asked, still in that sickly sweet voice that Jason hated so much.

No, no. “Y-yes daddy, please daddy. Baby wants it, please.”

“Good boy” Jason couldn’t help the shudder that ran through his body at the praise, “Get Daddy out, baby.”

Jason stared at him in confusion for a second, flexing his hands against their bonds. When Y/N didn’t move, just kept staring at him expectantly, Jason tentatively lifted himself on shaky thighs high enough so that he could reach down below himself to try to get his hands on Y/N’s fly. The movement twisted his body, shoving his chest up towards Y/N’s face wantonly, and Jason despaired as he felt the flush spread down his neck almost to his nipples, standing in needy peaks directly in front of Y/N smug face.

Y/N leaned forward, ghosting breath over one of Jason’s ample pecs, and waited until the boy had the zipper of his pants halfway down before sealing his mouth over one nipple and biting down.

The noise that tore its way out of Jason was halfway between a shout and a sob, and he felt his fingers lose their grip on Y/N pants. Y/N didn’t let up, sucking a deep bruise around the nipple, and Jason forced his clumsy fingers to find their grip again.

Y/N only released his chest when I felt cool air on his cock, freed from his pants and standing to attention between Jason’s taught, trembling thighs.

Even though he couldn’t see Y/N cock, Jason found his mouth flooding with saliva from just the feel of it and the knowledge that he was soon going to be filled. He experienced a brief second of clarity from just the horror that Y/N had so effectively trained his body to respond to him.

The clarity was chased away, however, when Y/N got a hard, bruising grip on his hips and used it to manhandle Jason’s body down onto his dick. Jason threw his head back and wailed as he felt the intrusion carve its way into his body. Despite the torturous amount of prep, Y/N still and always did feel huge when he was buried inside him like this.

“Fuck yes, that’s good” Y/N groaned, holding Jason’s body down on him for an interminable moment, “you were made for this, baby, body just made to take cock.”

Jason wanted to rip the guy’s head off for saying that, but instead he made a soft, keening noise of need and shifted in Y/N’s lap.

“Fine then, you needy whore, take what you want” Y/N growled, letting go of Jason’s hips and slapping harshly at his ass when he didn’t start moving quick enough.

Shocked by the sudden crack, and the pain that only stoked the fire that was his arousal, Jason quickly lifted himself up using just his legs until barely the tip of Y/N’s cock was still buried inside him. After taking a second to feel the rush of anticipation, he slammed himself back down, crying out at the feeling.

He was so caught up in the feeling of riding Y/N, filling that ache inside himself that only ever seemed to be assuaged by Y/N’s cock and filthy words, that he didn’t notice Y/N reaching over until his hand was clamping over Jason’s cock. He wailed at the stimulation, rutting into the tight grip desperately whilst still bouncing on Y/N’s lap as much as he could.

Y/N didn’t exactly jack him off, more held his hand tight and still whilst Jason adjusted his movement to push into Y/N’s hand when he lifted up off his dick. When he took a second from the bright, hot, overwhelming arousal to look down at the other man mid-bounce, he felt a lance of humiliated heat through his body at the cold, unaffected way that Y/N was watching him shamelessly writhe on his lap.

That one second of feeling so needy and pathetic, combined with the harsh grip on his dick and the relentless assault on his prostate, was all he needed to finally fall over the edge. He screamed, head thrown back, as he painted his stomach and Y/N’s lap with cum. He arched, tense with the aftershocks for a second before falling, completely limp, over Y/N.

He felt more than heard the rumbled growl of satisfaction that Y/N let out as Jason came. Before he had an opportunity to recover, he was being hefted up with Y/N’s dick still inside him and deposited sprawling over Y/N’s desk.

“My turn” Y/N lifted Jason’s legs by the calves until the boy was basically bent in half and started jackhammering into his body, still shaking with the aftershocks of the boy’s orgasm.

Jason wept from the overstimulation; high, breathless noises punched out of him with every thrust. IF he had any agency over his own limbs he was be desperately trying to get away from the aggressive assault on his overworked prostate and sore hole. But as it was, he lay there in Y/N’s grip, completely unable to do anything but cry and whine and shake.

“Da-daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy” he didn’t know when he had started talking, didn’t know why he could only say that one thing. His mind was growing cloudier as his face got wetter, and he could hear his own voice become more and more incomprehensible as Y/N continued to ruthlessly fuck his lax body.

“da- duh- da- .. unhh” the whole world narrowed down to just Y/N’s hands and cock and cruel voice.

“What’s that babydoll? I don’t think you’re making any sense.” He felt fingers, still wrapped in those leather gloves, force their way between his lips and deep into his mouth, and all he could do was gurgle and drool around them.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” Y/N asked in a voice like one you would use to talk to a child or a particularly stupid pet, “That whore mouth should always be filled up, huh baby? It’s not like there’s any better use for it.”

Jason felt a trail of saliva drip down the side of his face as his eyes rolled back. At this point his cock had managed to fill back out and throbbed, red and heavy against his already cum-stained abs. Y/N showed no sign of slowing down, the slapping of his hips into Jason’s ass surely turning his cheeks as red as his face.

“Love you like this,” Y/N continued, seemingly unbothered by the way Jason was choking and gurgling around his fingers, “fucked dumb, nothing left in that pretty little head of yours. I should keep you like this all the time, baby. I don’t know what little whores need brains for anyway. Just keep you tied up and stuffed full, filthy with my cum, so you know your fucking place-”

Without warning, Y/N shoved his fingers as deep into Jason’s mouth as he could as he pressed his cock balls deep into his ass and spilled inside him. He stayed there for a second, ignoring the way Jason writhed underneath him, trying to rut his still hard cock up against anything he could reach.

Groaning, Y/N pulled out slowly. He stared at Jason’s wrecked hole, mindless to the way the boy was desperately pleading through the fingers in his mouth. When he saw his own come start to drip out of Jason’s twitching hole he removed his fingers from his mouth to move both hands down to his ass and spread his hole as wide open as he could.

Jason, lost in a haze of pleasure and humiliation and the desperate need to come, could only whine and stare pleadingly at the man above him, feeling stupid and small and pathetic. Y/N looked up for a second, meeting Jason’s teary gaze with cruel eyes before he smirked and purposefully, and slowly enough that Jason could tell what was coming, leaned down and spat directly into Jason’s already ruined hole.

Jason’s second orgasm racked through his body almost painfully. This time he couldn’t even scream, only writhe on the desk in terrible ecstasy.

When he came back to, Y/N was sitting back in his chair, lighting a thick cigar and taking a drag as he looked with satisfaction at the mess he had made of the vigilante. Jason barely needed the pull on his leg to slide boneless to the ground and lean his upper body against Y/N’s leg. He was so exhausted he only blinked sluggishly as Y/N pushed the cigar against his lips and forced him to take a slow drag, all while carding his fingers through his sweat-soaked hair, twirling the white streak around his fingers.

He kept his hand in his hair as he turned his attention to some papers on the desk and began to read through them, largely ignoring the filthy and half naked boy at his feet.

As Jason started to drift off, now on Y/N’s lap, he took a moment to wonder if it was really Y/N he hated or just himself for letting Y/N keep doing this to him. The thought was gone almost as soon as it arrived, lost to a haze of exhausted satisfaction.

[sanguinessunflower]

*you and Jason are just hanging around and talking about his life and job as the Red Hood, so he asks you about your work life*

Jason: So what's the worst thing you have done at a job?

Y/N: I stole bears...a lot of bears when I worked at Build-A-Bear. People would want refunds and instead of throwing away the bears, I stole them.

Jason: What?

Y/N: You know the 50th anniversary Build-A-Bear? Had clothes and everything? I stole all of that

Jason: You're horrible, you know that right?

Y/N: I KNOW!! But I mean...*sigh* you gotta do what you gotta do

Jason: NO?! WHAT?!

[f4nrir]

Maybe Top!Jason Todd with C,K,N,X and F from headcanon game?..

Have a good day!

Jason Todd nsfw alphabet

note: this is my first time writing something like this, i hope i was able to complete it to how your heart desires. i hope you have one as well, thank you!

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

Jason's possessiveness plays a huge role, making sure to mark you by breeding you. His favorite thing is to fill you up and watch his cum leak out of you after multiple rounds of sex. Wrapping your legs around his hips only encourages him to keep going until he's been milked dry.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Gagging - He loves the noises you'd make while he makes you suck on his cock, indicating that his size is too big for you to take. Not that he cares though, he loves watching you trying to take all of him. Ball gags do it for him as well because of how submissive it makes you look. Using it makes you unable to speak and he gets off on that, knowing you can’t plead for him to stop.

Public sex - The adrenaline of almost getting caught when you're out in public is addicting to him. Whether it'd be in an alleyway during broad daylight or in a bathroom, Jason will bend you over anywhere to get his fix. However, sex parties with mutual consent amongst all is a different story.

Exhibitionism and voyeurism - If you attend a sex party, he would love to show you off. Pleasing you in front of others, purposely teasing everyone else to make them crave for you. Jason gets a kick out of it, knowing that you're only his and no one else can have you. Watching other people have sex gets him going as it gives him ideas on what to do with you afterwards. You'd masturbate together from watching others, imagining yourselves in what they're doing.

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

His commitment to you is 100%, it's either all or nothing. Jason dislikes the thought of you being too friendly with anyone else, as he is not for threesomes while in a committed relationship. Hookups are a different story, he wouldn't mind much. However, he loves deep and wants you all for himself.

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

From all the training and exercise he's done over the years, Jason would have a big ass. He secretly loves you grabbing onto it as he fucks into you in missionary while massaging his ass and his thighs.

He would be around 8 1/2 inches, bordering 10 1/2 when he's hard. As I've said above, it would be hard for you to take him. Hence why he'd love throat training for his size. His head is a pretty light red color, darkening when he's overstimulated and leaking.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Jason loves having a leg on his shoulder as he fucks you in missionary. One hand around your throat and his other gripping the headboard to keep himself steady. Your leg over his shoulder gives him more access to be able to bury himself deeper into you, making sure his cum and cock fill you up all the way.

[sophiethewitch1]

How would Jason react to the reader calling him, her soulmate? And slightly different, how would he react to her while DRUNK(the reader), saying like "Dude, you're like my soulmate".

I have to say, reader of WWW would absolutely never say that sober, for so many reasons. But if you did do it, probably drunk off your ass, Jason would fall even more for you. Fall harder than he thought was possible. Dizzy with happiness, about to fall over from the shock of it. If you're saying it, then it has to be true, right? You would however be giving him basically a go-ahead for all his less savoury tendencies. He's kissing you and drawing you closer and he's probably also planning to kill your exes. I mean, he's your dog though. Tell him to stop and he will, but he'll probably be grumpy about it.

[n0cturna1-m3]

Happy Anniversary | Dom! Bottom Jason Todd x Sub! Top Male Reader | Fluff/Smut

Fem/Minors DNI

Warnings; Trans Jason, use of the words cunt, clit, etc., little bit of crying, alcohol consumption, cunnilingus, face sitting, sprinkle of praise, tooth rotting fluff, condoms, Y/N is a bit of a clutz, obedience, pretty vanilla tbh

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The small apartment was cold as snow fell for the first time of the season in Gotham. Y/N was sitting in a chair next to the window wrapped in a blanket with a cup of coffee reading a thick book. The light was dim, a couple of earthy candles were lit and two antique lamps turned on creating a warm glow in the cluttered living room. Y/N turned the page and spread his fingers to hold it open while he reached for his coffee on the table, almost picking up a lit candle to sip on but quickly retracting it from the hot wax spilling over the sides. He successfully grabbed the coffee, bringing it to his lips and humming at the bitter flavour. He liked it black.

Returning the mug to the table, he read the words on the white pages, a movie playing in his eyes with every word. The old record player on a bookshelf on the wall stopped at the end of the vinyl, Y/N standing and walking to it, carefully removing it and sliding it into its case before shuffling through the shelf below it that housed multiple vinyls. He stopped at a classical song that he enjoyed and pulled it from the shelf, taking it out of its case and gently placing it on the turntable, lowering the stylus and letting it turn on. He returned to his armchair and pulled his feet up, sitting at an angle and draping the red woven blanket over his legs, picking up his book again and thumbing through the crisp paper before finding his bookmark, continuing where he left off.

Jason had left early that afternoon under the guise of having vigilante duties, and his boyfriend was dumb enough to not question it. He had most likely forgotten about their anniversary again, but he didn’t blame Y/N. He wasn’t good with dates, and that wasn’t his fault. He always made up for it in the best ways, though, so in Jason’s mind, it didn’t matter.

He spent the time he had out running around and getting things for the special occasion, picking up a bottle of Gaja Barbaresco and a cheesecake he had ordered weeks prior.

It felt a bit embarrassing for him when he walked into a small flower shop to pick up the bouquet of (favourite flowers), but the woman at the counter looked thrilled to see him again after he had placed the order a week ago. She had pestered him a bit, curious as to what the occasion was, and was thrilled upon hearing his response.

“Hello again!” Jessie beamed, her smile lines and crow's feet being exasperated by her warm smile.

“Hello,” Jason replied, walking inside the shop. It was filled with flowers and plants, all sorts of things needed for gardening and whatnot. “I’m picking up for Todd.”

“I know,” She smiled, turning around and walking to a fridge in the corner of the room. She pulled out the bouquet and placed it on the counter before leaning on it, her forearms holding her weight. “So, you’ll come back and tell me how it goes, right?” She asked, a few grey and brown strands of hair framing her face.

Jason nodded shyly. “Yeah, I will.” Jessie smiled again and stood up straight, ringing up a receipt and handing it to him. “I’m a bit nervous,” He stated, pocketing the piece of paper and grabbing the flowers, holding them delicately in his hands.

“Don’t be. It’ll be just fine,” Jessie reassured. “Now, get out of here!” She joked. “Don’t wanna waste the night. And I’ve gotta close up.” He gave a curt nod before walking out of the store, a couple of bags on one arm and the flowers in his other.

The walk back to the apartment felt shorter than it should have, perhaps because of Jason’s mind whirring with possibilities of what was to come. He fished his keys out of his pocket, shoving them into the keyhole and unlocking it, shouldering the door to open it. He walked inside and kicked the door closed with his boot.

“I’m home,” He called, walking into the kitchen and placing everything on the counter, quickly putting the cheesecake and wine away and searching through a cabinet for a vase.

The lack of Y/N greeting him caused him to turn around, a vase in hand as he caught a glimpse of him asleep in the corner of the living room. Jason smiled at the sight of his pretty boyfriend, their cat lounging on his lap, curled into his warmth. She was purring quietly, blinking her pale yellow eyes at Jason and stretching her arms out, grabbing onto the blanket with her claws and pulling it into her face. He admired the sight for a moment before continuing his efforts to set up the flowers, walking around the counter to place them on the small dining table before returning to the kitchen and rummaging through cupboards and the fridge to get the ingredients he needed for dinner, placing them on the counter and starting on it.

Y/N woke up to the smell of food, slowly opening his eyes and stretching his limbs, accidentally throwing the grey cat off of him.

“Ah,” He grunted, rubbing his eye and reaching out to scratch her on the head. “I’m sorry kitty.” He picked her up and cradled her in his arms like a baby. “Sorry Bugs.”

Jason watched them from the kitchen, admiring the way the light hit Y/N and coloured his face. Y/N looked up and caught Jason’s gaze, smiling at him and giving Bugs a few kisses before putting her back on the floor, scratching the base of her tail as he stood, walking over to Jason who was sautéing vegetables, namely onions, garlic, and Italian green beans, and leaned over the counter.

“I didn’t know you got home,” He said, looking at Jason lovingly. Jason turned back to the pan on the stove. “You should have woken me up.”

“You looked peaceful,” He responded, turning off the stove and tossing the vegetables a few times before placing them on a different burner that wasn’t hot. “Plus, Bugs was sleeping so soundly. I wouldn’t dare wake her. You know what happens when your devil child wakes from her naps prematurely.”

“Hey, she’s not just my child!” Y/N pouted, facing Jason's broad back as he plated the food with what appeared to be (Steak, Fish, Vegan stuff, idk fill it in). “She’s just as much your kid as she is mine.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry for disrespecting our child,” He teased, turning around with the plates and handing them to Y/N. “Put those on the table for me, yeah?”

Y/N took them from Jason’s hands and walked to the table with them, gently setting them down on the wood and turning around to see Jason holding out utensils for him to take. He did and set them next to the plates, desperately trying to remember if the knife pointed towards the plate or away from it.

“It points in,” Jason said without looking, searching through the cabinets for wine glasses. Y/N grunted and flipped them around, Jason walking over with the glasses and a bottle of expensive wine, setting them on the table. Y/N looked confused at it all for a moment but quickly his eyes widened.

“Shit, it’s our anniversary! Hold on, wait here.” Y/N ran into their bedroom and Jason could hear him open the closet door and begin rummaging through the various boxes on the top shelf, a few crashing to the ground with a thud. He smiled and sat down, resting one of his elbows on the table and putting his cheek in his hand, watching the door and waiting for his (H/C) haired lover to come out.

Y/N made an ‘Aha!’ sound when he found what he was looking for and grabbed it, quickly leaving the bedroom, the closet in disarray. He managed to trip over his own feet after stepping outside the room, barely catching himself as Jason laughed at him. He got up and walked over to him nonchalantly, sitting in his chair and putting a small-sized box on the table next to Jason. It was dark blue with a cream ribbon and bow. Y/N got help with the bow. He was incapable of doing something that intricate. It was probably Barbara, she always wrapped gifts well.

“You want me to open this now?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest playfully. Y/N nodded with a big smile. Jason chuckled and grabbed the box, carefully undoing the ribbon and discarding it on the table. Y/N was eager for his reaction, slightly anxious, but mostly excited. Jason’s eyes lit up, reaching inside and pulling out two bracelets. They were woven tightly, one of black macrame rope and the other a deep red. The end strings had a few beads on them. Jason looked up at Y/N who was anxiously watching him.

“Do you like it?” He asked, twiddling his thumbs under the table. Jason smiled at him and placed a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in to give him a quick kiss.

“I love it, Y/N,” He said. Y/N let out a sigh of relief. He didn’t know if it would be a good gift, but he figured that using his fingers to make something would be better than picking at his fingernails, so he picked up the hobby and grew fond of it. “Help me put them on.”

Y/N nodded and grabbed one of them, Jason holding out his left wrist for him. He wrapped it around his wrist, securing it with an adjustable knot and doing the same with the other. Jason looked at them against his pale skin fondly before turning to Y/N again.

“Let’s eat, I’m hungry.”

“I didn’t want to ask, I’m so glad you offered,” Y/N said, picking up his fork and digging into the meal. Jason poured them each a glass of wine, clinking their glasses and taking a sip before he started on his plate.

Time seemed to fly by as they ate, quickly finished and discarding the dishes to the sink before Jason cut two slices of cheesecake and filled their glasses again, moving to the couch, sitting on opposite ends with their legs intertwined, watching the newest episode of a corny crime show they had started, commenting on the lack of accuracy in the whole thing. They paused it halfway through when the main character made a mistake that would have cost him his job.

“No, I called it! I knew he would do it!” Y/N laughed, taking another fork full of cheesecake and chuckling.

“Now, me personally,” Jason started in between laughs. Y/N cackled as Jason jokingly defended the protagonist. He looked at Y/N fondly, digging into his pants pocket and pulling out a box. “Catch,” He said, tossing it to Y/N who caught it and looked at it.

“What is it?” He asked, turning it over in his hand.

“Open it.”

Y/N flipped the lid open, his eyes widening and jaw falling open. He looked at Jason who was smiling warmly at him.

“Are you serious?” He asked, pulling out one of the rings and turning it in his fingers. It was plain gold/silver (whichever you prefer) with their anniversary engraved on the inside. His eyes watered and he glanced at him again, lip quivering when he nodded. Y/N put the ring in its place and moved to hug Jason, wrapping his arms around him tightly and burying his face in the crook of his neck. He took a few shaky breaths, Jason’s shirt dampening. He kissed Y/N on the temple and rubbed his back, cupping his cheek when he pulled away and kissed him.

“I love you,” He whispered against Y/N’s lips. He took the box and pulled out one of the rings, taking Y/N’s left hand and slipping it on. It fit perfectly. Y/N almost burst into tears again, sitting back on his knees and taking the other ring, Jason offering his hand. Y/N took it in his own, kissing his lover's knuckles. He put it on Jason’s ring finger, kissing his knuckles again and looking at him with teary eyes. Jason’s own icy blue eyes were equally wet, and Y/N leaned in to kiss him again, this time much deeper, tilting his head while their lips moved in sync.

“Come on, up,” Jason said, pushing Y/N off him lightly. He pouted, watching Jason stand up from the couch and walk to the hallway. “You coming?”

Y/N stumbled off the couch and rushed to Jason, the latter wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss, leading them to the bedroom. Y/N chased after his lips, his eyebrows knit together in frustration when Jason pulled away from him. He grabbed Y/N’s hips and turned him around, walking him backward and pushing him onto the bed. Y/N looked up at Jason with desperation, his lips parted slightly.

“You’re so handsome like this,” He said, putting his hand under Y/N’s chin and tilting it up. He whimpered quietly. “So desperate for me.”

“Please,” Y/N whined, hand reaching up to grab Jason’s shirt. He smiled and pat him on the cheek, stepping back to remove his clothing.

“Strip to your boxers.” Y/N sat up and removed his shirt, tossing it to the floor and struggling with his belt, not bothering with the loops and just unbuttoning and zipping it, pulling them down, and shaking them off his feet. He pulled off his socks and threw them, looking back up at Jason who was pulling off his boxers. “Lay on your back.”

Y/N moved to the middle of the bed, laying on his back and looking at Jason as he climbed onto the bed before sitting on Y/N’s chest, his legs pinning his arms under him. Y/N moved his hands to hold Jason’s calves, his lips parting as he stared up at his lover with pretty (E/C) eyes.

“Be a good boy and eat me out,” He told him, moving up slightly so his cunt was hovering over Y/N’s face. He nodded vigorously, Jason lowering himself to sit on Y/N’s face, letting out a content sigh when he gave him a long, wet lick. He leaned back to ground himself, laying one hand flat on Y/N’s chest while the other grabbed at his hair. Y/N sucked on his dick, moaning at his taste. God, he loved how he tasted so much.

Jason rocked his hips against Y/N, who was burying his tongue in his cunt and licking him open. Jason moaned and ground his dick against Y/N’s nose. Y/N was grunting against him, stimulating Jason to no end. Pleasuring Jason was always his top priority, always over his own.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this baby,” He praised, moving both his hands to grab the headboard, his knuckles turning white from it. Y/N moaned, the sound vibrating through Jason’s cunt and causing him to shudder. Y/N moved to suck him again, bucking his hips up into nothing, desperate for any sort of stimulation. Jason reached back and groped his cock through his boxers, rubbing him through the fabric while he whimpered into his pussy, eyes watering slightly. “Holy shit, I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop, just like that Y/N,” Jason breathed out heavily, grinding helplessly against Y/N’s sopping wet face. He let go of Y/N’s cock in favour of grabbing Y/N’s hair and the headboard, hunching over and moaning gutturally as he came on Y/N’s tongue. He continued licking him languidly, helping him ride out his orgasm.

Jason shakily raised himself off Y/N’s face, moving back and looking at Y/N and his smug face, wet with Jason’s cum. He moved back to sit on Y/N’s torso, leaning over to kiss Y/N, wiping his face off with his hand, and rubbing it off on the sheets. Y/N placed his hands on Jason’s hips, letting him explore his mouth, licking his teeth and tongue.

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re so good for me, baby. I love you so much,” Jason mumbled as he kissed down his neck, sucking and nipping the skin on his way down. Y/N ground against him when he moved back enough for him to rut against his pussy. Jason hummed, sucking on Y/N’s pecs and massaging them in his hands while Y/N held his hips and rocked against him.

When Jason pulled back, Y/N’s chest was covered in hickeys and teeth marks that would fade by morning, and his boxers were wet with pre cum.

“Jay,” Y/N huffed, looking up at him with hazy eyes. “I wanna put it in.”

“What’s the magic word, big guy?” Jason teased, grinding down on Y/N’s clothed erection hard. He shuddered, jaw falling open and eyes closing.

“Please, Jason,” He begged, opening his eyes and looking up at Jason with furrowed eyebrows. He smiled and leaned over, grabbing a condom and lube. He pulled down Y/N’s boxers, throwing them across the room, and sat back on Y/N’s thighs, ripping open the condom and rolling it onto his aching cock. Y/N grunted when Jason squirted some lube in his hand and fisted his cock, letting it go and wiping the excess on the sheets.

“Come on, I want you on top of me,” Jason said. Y/N nodded and grabbed his hip and back, flipping them both over swiftly. Jason stared up at Y/N, watching him hold his thigh and the base of his dick to slowly put it inside, the tip entering. Jason moaned and fisted the sheets beside his head as Y/N slowly pushed inside, letting go of his cock and resting his forearm beside his head to hold his weight.

The lube and Jason’s slick hole allowed Y/N to slide in easily, bottoming out and pausing for a minute, breathing heavily. Jason wrapped his hands around his shoulders, pulling him down into a tender kiss. Y/N began rocking his hips slowly into Jason, moaning into his mouth. Jason wrapped his legs around Y/N’s hips, pulling away from the kiss and keening as he sped up, his cock hitting every spot that made him writhe in pleasure.

He dragged his fingernails across Y/N’s skin, the dull sting making Y/N grunt. Jason cursed and tensed his legs, grabbing Y/N’s shoulders and letting his head fall back. He took a few deep breaths, a sob ripping from his throat when Y/N started rubbing his throbbing clit.

“Fuck! Oh my god, fuck, you feel so good!” He wailed, pulling Y/N in and kissing him with teeth and tongue. They gasped for air between kisses, Jason biting at his lips occasionally. “Shit,” He whimpered on Y/N’s lips. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Ah, me too,” Y/N moaned, resting his head on Jason's shoulder. His fingers worked his dick just right, and him struggling not to cry from the stimulation that was coursing through him. He came quickly and hard, Y/N not stopping his movements until Jason tapped him on the shoulder twice. He pulled out and discarded the condom, stroking his cock. He looked at Jason with his jaw hanging open, holding his thigh with one of his hands. Y/N moaned as he came on Jason’s torso in long white stripes. He slowed to a stop, riding out his orgasm and placing his hand on the bed next to Jason, leaning forward.

Jason reached up and cupped Y/N’s face, him leaning into it. “I love you so much,” Jason whispered. Y/N looked at him and leaned in to kiss him. He rested his forehead on Jason’s, their breath mixing.

“You want a shower?” Y/N asked, their eyes meeting. Jason nodded, a bit pissed off when Y/N stood up, but it was replaced when he pulled him into his arms, wrapping his legs around Y/N’s hips loosely.

Y/N carried him to the bathroom, placing Jason on the counter and kissing his forehead before turning to the shower, twisting the knob, and walking out to grab two towels from the linen closet while he waited for it to warm up. He placed them on the counter next to Jason and felt the water, Jason hopped off the counter and grabbed onto Y/N for stability. His legs felt like they would give in at any moment, so Y/N helped him step into the shower, standing behind him and wrapping his arms around his muscular body. He rested his forehead on his shoulder, Jason holding the back of Y/N’s head and leaning into his embrace.

Jason let Y/N pamper him, allowing him to wash his hair and body, massaging the muscles as he went, and kissing his shoulder and neck occasionally. He washed quickly to get it over with, helping Jason out and drying his body with one of the towels and wrapping it around his waist. Y/N dried himself quickly before helping Jason to bed again.

“This is humiliating,” He grumbled as Y/N pulled his boxers up for him and helped him get under the blanket. Y/N crawled in after pulling up his boxers, cuddling up against Jason.

“I like taking care of you, though,” Y/N whispered. Jason turned his back to Y/N, letting him press his chest to his chest. Y/N took Jason’s left hand in his, intertwining their fingers and looking at their matching rings.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

A/N; I love Jason. I do hc him as trans so if you don't like that you can deal with it. He's canon ugly but it's okay bc he's my bbg

[lambsouvlaki]

For the Hell of It - Burning (*)

Characters: Jason Todd x fem!oc

Rating and warnings: NSFW, explicit oral sex (female receiving).

Word count: 1,920

Summary: Two years into being just very good friends, she kissed him. He kissed her back.

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They pulled up in the parking garage below Jason’s apartment on his new motorbike. She sighed happily. 

He had taken her on a day trip to Metropolis, really just as an excuse to ride around without getting rained on. They did the normal tourist things: ate hot dogs in the park, went up to the lookout on one of the classic skyscrapers, watched superman fight a giant robot above the city, heckled him, and then apologised when he flew over to complain that if they were going to judge his punches like a gymnast’s routine, at least make the scoring consistent. 

Jason docked him a point for whinging. 

Superman was a good sport about it. He even recommended a nice local restaurant for them, since they were visiting. 

After an early dinner, and the restaurant really was very good, they took the scenic, sun-soaked route on the drive home along the coast. 

Jason switched off the bike. Behind him she stretched her arms up with a groan. 

He squeezed her thigh. “You getting off, or do we live here now?”

She swung her leg around and hopped off. After curling around him for the hour-long drive home in the blasting wind (Jason was unfamiliar with speed limits) she felt like she’d been contoured around him. She shook her limbs out and took off her helmet. 

He sat sideways on the bike to remove his helmet and gloves. He patted the body of the bike affectionately. 

“I like this one better,” she said. 

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

“The exhaust is further from my leg, and the angle of the backseat is more comfortable. Is it smoother at high speeds or am I just imagining that?” 

“No, that’s on purpose.” He looked pleased with himself. “I didn’t think you’d catch that.”

She rolled her neck, feeling out the stiffness. Her messy helmet hair flopped about her head, the weight of her curls catching on a misaligned pin somewhere. She moved her head and felt it flop back the other way. 

Jason chuckled. “Come here.” 

She stepped up to him and presented her head. Gently, with a rare glove-less hand, he unhooked the rogue curl from the pin it had gotten stuck on. He brushed the rest of her hair back from her face, only to get some other lock caught on a pin. 

“It’s all a mess,” she said, unperturbed. There was nothing to be done about helmet hair, she had made her peace with it.   

“Hmm.” 

He stood and carded his hand gently through, his fingers dragging across her scalp, until he found the three pins at the back of her head holding it all together, and plucked them out. He plopped them in her hand then brushed the loose mass of her hair back again. 

“There. Fixed it,” he said, then moved another lock anyway. 

She gave him a sardonic smile. She knew he just liked running his hands through her hair. And he knew she knew he just liked running his hands through it. 

He smirked and brushed a curl behind her ear. 

With no forethought, she rose up on her toes and pecked him on the lips. 

He chased her lips for a chaste retaliatory kiss, like it was the most natural thing in the world. 

Then they blinked at each other. The only sound was the ticking of the bike’s cooling engine. 

He leaned forward and kissed her again, tentative. 

She opened her mouth to him, and he was no longer tentative. She made a soft, needy sound. His arms wrapped around her waist, stabilising her, and he pushed in deeper. She desperately silenced the fizzy, almost hysterical realisation that two years of trying to deny how badly she wanted him all amounted to nothing. 

Jason kissed her like he expected to be stopped at any moment. As though she was his air and each breath would surely be his last. There was no inch of her he didn’t want, and it made her knees weak. 

She pulled back with a heavy breath eventually. Her hands grasped the lapels of his jacket desperately, and his strong arms were still wrapped around her waist. They were very close, wound together in a tiny little bubble of nothing but themselves. 

“Oh,” she breathed, slightly light headed. “We said we weren’t going to do that.” 

His eyes were like a storm on the horizon, the darkening green hiding something powerful and hungry and promising. 

“What if we did it anyway?” 

She slanted her mouth against his in desperation. 

His hand slid up her back to her neck, and he angled her head as he liked. He swallowed her moan. She pressed her body against his, and he growled low in his throat. 

Need coiled tight in her abdomen.

A car pulled into the garage with a loud shriek of tires of concrete. 

It startled them both, and they pulled apart. She was breathing hard. He looked away for only a moment before all his attention fixed upon her again. It was scorching. 

The other guy got out of his car and briefly looked over. That shook them into moving, and they picked up their things and walked in silence towards the elevator. 

They had to share the carriage with the stranger, and they stood a respectable, tortuous distance apart from each other. 

Jason’s hands opened and closed into tight fists. She tossed her hair back, rearranging it with a nervous flutter in her stomach. 

They remained politely apart even after the other passenger left, and they got out at Jason’s level. He let her into his apartment the same as he had many times before, and she put her helmet and bag on the entryway table. 

Then Jason stood in front of her. He backed her up against the closed door. She could feel her heartbeat picking up. Meeting her eye, he reached behind her to lock the door. 

“Still with me?” he asked, in a low voice. 

“Please kiss me.”

A wicked grin curled at his lips before he was on her. 

Where before he had been opportunistic and desperate, now he was confident and unhurried. His body bracketed hers against the door as he drank from her lips. His large hands snaked over her figure, tracing, squeezing, caressing, and taking his sweet time exploring every little dip and swell. 

He pulled her jacket zip down, then pushed it off her shoulders and discarded it behind himself. She nipped his lips and tried to undo his jacket but he wouldn’t let her. His clever fingers worked at the buttons of her blouse. 

Her head fell back against the door as his lips trailed down her neck and across her collarbone. He trailed down further. She looked down and caught his eye just as he unlatched the front closure of her bra with his teeth.

She groaned at how fucking hot it was. 

He pulled her shirt and bra off and cast them aside too. He sank to his knees, wrapped his hands around both sides of her waist, and kissed his way down her stomach. She cradled the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair. He pulled her forward from the wall enough to slide her jeans and panties down her legs. Her cheeks were flushed and her heart felt like it beat out of time. He was in complete control, and yet so achingly tender with her. 

“I had a dream like this once,” she said. 

“Did you?” He kissed the swell of her thigh. “How did it end?”

“I woke up.” 

He took a little bite of her thigh and looked up at her. “You’re not escaping me that easy.” 

He buried his nose into the soft thatch of curls at her core, and he lifted her leg onto his shoulder. She sighed and curled over him, but he lifted a hand to her abdomen and pushed her back lightly. 

“Lean against the door,” he said. 

She did as instructed, more than happy to be swept along, and he wrapped a strong arm around her other thigh. He lifted her onto his shoulders entirely. She gasped, before he stood up, hoisting her up against the wall. She pressed a hand against the wall to stabilise herself, but she didn’t need it. Strong back muscles flexed against her calves and he straightened up. 

He made it look effortless. 

His eyes glinted between her thighs. 

Her dreams couldn’t begin to compete. 

“So beautiful,” he said, before he put his tongue to better use. 

She felt like a feast laid out before him. One of his hands wrapped around her thigh, while the other pushed inside of her. He set a tortuous slow pace. She moaned and whimpered and whined with abandon. She kept her hand buried in his hair and tried not to strangle him with her thighs.

“Do you want me, sweetheart?” he asked, licking his glistening lips. 

“So badly. I need you.” 

“Good girl.”

She clenched on his fingers. He smiled like a shark and reapplied himself to his work. She arched her back and choked back his name, belatedly finding her shame. 

She was completely naked, suspended halfway up the wall on nothing but her best friend’s broad shoulders, while he, in full leather biker gear, ate her out like he had never tasted anything sweeter. 

Fuck. She didn’t think she had ever been this turned on in her life. She clapped a hand over her mouth, feeling helpless and overwhelmed by how much she liked it. 

“None of that,” he drawled, replacing his tongue with his thumb on her clit. “I want to hear you.” 

He worked her over patiently, relentlessly, driving her higher and higher. 

“There’s nobody here but me, no one will ever know if you scream my name when you cum.”

She wanted to give a cutting reply to his smugness, but there were no words on her lips. The look she gave him was all pleading, no sass.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said. A soft smile lit up his face. “Wrecked already?”

“It’s been… a very long time.”  

“Mmm, and you’re being such a good girl for me.” He dragged his tongue through her folds. His chin glistened. “You like that, don’t you? You want to be good for me?”

She let out a desperate, mangled cry. 

“Fuck,” he groaned. “The sounds you make. I don’t ever want to stop.” 

She was so close to the edge that tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. Her legs trembled around his head. Her breathing came short and fast now, and the tight coil in her lower belly turned impossibly tighter still. 

He looked at her like she was the most precious thing in the world. 

“Jason,” she managed, “Please–please, Jay–I need–”

“Go on, beautiful. I’ll catch you.” 

Her back arched, her legs tangled around his head, and she fell apart. Sweetest pleasure wracked through her, whiting out her vision. She sobbed his name.

He worked her through it, wringing out every exultant aftershock and whimper. She was floating on a cloud of sensation and only vaguely aware that she was being lowered down. Jason propped her against the wall and rolled his shoulders before he loosely wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned her forehead on his shoulder, utterly boneless. 

“Alright?” he murmured into her ear. 

“Fuck, Jay. I’m going to need a month to recover from that.”

He chuckled, as self satisfied as she’d ever heard him. “I hope not. Because we’re only getting started.” 

Next>>

[filthycagedsoul]

jason’s thick fingers playing piano in gotham knights has me chewing on my red hood plushie like—

[koumine]

😈😈 ~ make me ~ 😈😈 [omega!sub!Jason Todd x alpha!dom!GN!Reader] [A/B/O] [teaser]

teaser for an upcoming, still untitled smut fic! ngl the title will probably end up being Arctic Monkeys lyrics again

content tags: omega sub Jason Todd x alpha dom Reader, GN race neutral Reader, A/B/O dynamics!, bratty Jason, hair pulling, submission bite, in this house Jason Todd is multiracial, fight me ✨

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[RATED M BELOW] [WIP ZONE] [-> masterlist!]

"I can see you overthinking right now," you say, amused.  You have him pinned to the bed by a hand twined into the soft curls at the back of his head and a knee pressed to the small of his back.

He cracks dark sea-green eyes open just enough to send you a shitty look back over his shoulder, the brat.  "Means you ain't doing your job, alpha," he snarls, "seeing as the whole point of this was to get me to stop —" 

He breaks off with a gasp when you fist your hand in his hair and tug hard enough to shift his head across the bed.  Another rub of his cheek against the bedsheet, and the twin sensations, that sinful softness beside the sharp pain of his hair being pulled, are enough to make him exhale in a whimper.

You straddle him, lean down to speak softly in his ear and to let him feel your warm weight pressing him into the bed.

"Stop thinking," you say softly, a command as well as a finish to his sentence that you interrupted.

He grumbles to cover the way he shivers a little, but nothing can hide the way his scent spikes with desire.  He needs this, needs you and what you can do for him.  What he trusts only you to do for him.

Still, he flashes his teeth in challenge, because letting you lay him out flat on the bed without protest is one thing, but letting your teeth anywhere near his neck that easy is another thing entirely.

"Fucking make me," he snarls.

So you bare your teeth right back at him, a near feral grin, and let loose a low alphan rumble from deep in your chest, aggressive and possessive enough to make him whine in quiescent response, eyes going half mast.

He's so fucking beautiful like this, you think as you tug the collar of his leather jacket down to expose his nape, as you tighten your grip on his hair to keep him still, as you bite down firmly on the nape of his neck.

He melts limply into the bed, moaning softly as the submission bite makes his whole body go lax and soft in a way that's so hard to achieve by any other means.

[americancowgirl19]

Stitches, Massages, and More

Summary: Jason comes home in the middle of the night asking for a massage and getting more

Warnings: Sex, fluff, injuries, insecurities

Reader: Male Top Reader

Pairings: Bottom Jason Top x Top Male Reader

Word Count: 2148

A/n: Requested by Anon: Hi! Can I request top male reader x bottom jason todd with #5 smut prompt Jason comes back from doing red hood things at 3 am to his boyfriend's apartment but he is injured and is making a lot of noise bumping into every causing this bf to wake up and see him injured. His bf fixes him up and then Jason ask if he could get a massage to which we accept and do the massage but leads to us fucking him on the couch in different positions, we cum inside of him, he cums everywhere, then in the end we clean him up again and take him to our bedroom to sleep and cuddle Thanks!

Masterlist

“Jason, what the fuck are you doing?” You grumble, tiredly rubbing your eyes. You glance at the clock as his head whips over at you. “It’s three in the morning, babe...” You complain.

“Sorry,” He mutters, not bothering to hide his greedy eyes as he stares at your bare chest. He wished you slept nude; it would make some things a lot easier, but the boxer briefs you wore highlighted your ass and cock beautifully. “I was trying to be quiet,” he says sending you a sheepish grin. You stare at him in disbelief.

“Really? With all the training you have you could have easily kept me from waking up,” you say, calling him out on his bullshit. You walk over to him and help him take his vest off. “I think you wanted me awake,” You mutter, looking him over after every piece of clothing you take off of him. Jason lets you do whatever you want content to just watch you.

“Well, you are more entertaining awake,” Jason mutters. You roll your eyes at him. From what you can tell the wounds he’s acquired are minor and easily fixable.

“Sit down and be quiet,” you tell him.

“Yes sir,” Jason answers cheekily. You send him a dark look but he just grins at you while sitting on the bathroom counter.

“Brat,” You mutter, grabbing the first aid kit. It doesn’t take long to patch him up which surprises you. Jason never does anything the easy way. He lives to push your buttons and avoid going to sleep. Sleep never came easy for Jason; he’d much rather spend that time doing something with you.

When you finished up tending to his minor injuries, Jason locks his ankles around your back. You sigh softly wanting to go back to sleep, but you indulge him. Your hands fall onto his thighs as your eyes return back to him.

“Long night?” You mutter, rubbing his legs frowning when you felt the tension in them. “Are you hungry?” He shakes his head, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. Jason breathes in deeply, his hands resting on top of yours. He doesn’t stop you, if anything he pushes your hands needing more pressure. “You should get some sleep...” You suggest. Jason instantly pouts, his hands gripping yours.  Before you could assure him of anything or offer something to help him sleep Jason’s asking you to rub his back.

“I got tossed around pretty good tonight,” Jason murmurs. “Need you to make it feel better baby,” Jason pleads, just barely brushing his lips across yours while staring into your eyes.

“Hmm,” You hum, dragging your hands up his thighs and around his waist. He grins when you pull him flush against you. “I’ll rub your back for a little bit if you promise to get a decent amount of sleep,”

“Promise,” Jason whispers instantly. You know it’s a lie before he even said it, but you don’t bother calling him out.

“Come on,” You haul him off of the counter. Jason smirks clinging to you like a fucking koala. You roll your eyes at him but don’t complain when he kisses along your neck as you carry him to the living room.

You gently set him onto the large couch and hover over him for a brief kiss. Jason’s hands are quick to entangle themselves into your hair planning on dragging this out and turning it into something different, but you could feel the ache in Jason’s body. The last thing he needs is you to break his back... at least before you loosen it up with one of your massages.

“Can you handle undressing?” You ask against his lips. “Or do you need help with that?”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” Jason teases. “My hands are cramping up... might need your help,”

“Uh huh,” You laugh before kissing him again. When you pull away completely, he whines, and you shush him. “I’m gonna go get the lotion, I’ll be right back,”

“Babe,” Jason whines but you leave the room. When you come back, he’s lying on his stomach with his head resting on a pillow. Oh, and he’s butt ass naked.

“Hmm, good boy,” You whisper, your voice lower with the edge to it that drives Jason crazy. His eyes roll back before he buries his head further into the pillow with a groan. You smirk and straddle the back of his thighs.

You squirt the lotion onto Jason’s back. He tenses slightly at the coldness but relaxes when your hands begin to work their magic. You rub the lotion all over his back and shoulders. Every now and then he’ll release a low groan when you hit a good spot.

The first couple of minutes you spend focusing on helping him feel better. You didn’t doubt that all the fighting he did made his body feel like hell. Your first concern will always be for his well-being. Your second concern being pleasure; sometimes yours but sometimes his as well depending on your mood.

Once you were confident you did all you could do to work out the kinks, you began to subtly work him up, which wasn’t difficult seeing as he was already growing hard from the moment you said, ‘good boy’.

You shuffled back a little bit and continued to rub his lower back until your hands grazed over his ass. His breathing hitched before slowly picking up as you kneaded his thick, round muscles.

When Jason tried to rut into the couch cushion you didn’t hesitate to smack his ass. Jason groans deeply and grinds harder instead of stopping. With a small smirk you smacked him again and again, switching cheeks and levels of intensity until he stops. 

When he stopped you returned to massaging, slowly and gently rubbing the stinging pain away, all the while Jason moans and sighs below you. You couldn’t help but to grab a big chunk of the muscle in each hand before spreading it.

You moan at the sight of his tight hole. Your eyes roll back as you remember the feeling of being buried deep inside of him. You groan remembering how his hole would clench around you.

“Y/n,” Jason breathes, bringing you back down to Earth. Your eyes slowly go from his ass, up his back, and towards his face which is angled towards you. “Please give it to me, baby,” He begs.

“Give what?” You couldn’t help but to tease.

“You cock,” He pants, his eyes flickering downward. You keep your eyes on his face as you begin to grind into the back of his thigh. A dark desire cloaks Jason’s eyes and you smirk knowing that despite wanting to flip over and take your cock he would wait for you to give it to him.

“My cock, huh?” You mutter, glancing back to his ass, gently running your thumb over his hole. “How badly do you want it?” You wonder, slowly easing your thumb into his ass.

“Ah, fuck...” Jason whispers under his breath, his head burying into the pillow once again. You ease your thumb in and out before replacing it with your index finger.

You climb off his thighs, your finger leaving his hole, allowing him to slide up on his knees to put his ass in the air. Giving into temptation, you spread his ass cheeks once again and begin to lick his sensitive ring.

“Yeah, baby... fuck that feels good,” Jason pants, pushing back against you.

“Touch yourself,” You order quickly before going back in. Jason’s hand practically flies to his dick, pumping it vigorously. Your fingers dig into his plumb muscles, eating him like it was your last meal.

“Fuck, Y/n... I need your cock baby,” He begs. You bite his ass suddenly earning a yelp from him in return.

“Be patient,” You scold. “I’m eating,” You return to his ass. Jason groans, continuing to jerk himself off until you swat his hand away and grip the base of his cock.

“Damnit,” Jason snarls, growing frustrated. “Have mercy,” He whines. You sigh pulling back from him. When you look at his face, turned to the side in order to look at you and smushed against the pillow with pleading eyes and a drooling mouth you soften and do as he requested.

“Only because I want to exhaust you enough to where you’ll get the sleep you need,” you tell him. 

“I’ll sleep all fucking day if you just put your cock in me right fucking now,”

“Deal,” You smirk, kneeling behind him. Keeping his ass spread, you thrust inside of him without any more preparation. 

“Holy hell!” Jason curses, his whole body rocking forward. His hands claw at the couch, clutching the fabric as you pick up a ruthless pace knowing this would be the only thing that would satisfy him.

You grab onto his shoulders and use him to propel yourself into his tight hole. As you ruin him you can’t help but to look at his taut back muscles and the flexing of his biceps as he grabs various places of the couch, desperate to find something to anchor himself onto. He isn’t the only one getting ruined, every time you’re with him he pulls you in to the point of no return. Jason Todd is it for you and you’ll make sure he won’t be able to find pleasure anywhere else.

Desperate to prove yourself, not that you ever needed too, your hand moves from his shoulder to around his neck. His breath hitches as you pull him against your chest. You adjust the both of you so that you’re sitting on the couch with Jason in your lap.

“Aw, fuck,” Jason whispers, your cock pulsing deeply in his ass. Feeling a moment of softness, you kiss his shoulder and rub his abs. His hand covers yours and his head turns, his lips on the hunt for your own. Your spare hand goes up to his hair, guiding his head to you.

“I love you,” You whisper. Chasing his lips but his pulls his head back. Your eyes bounce up to his.

“I love you,” He responds slowly, staring into your eyes as if he knew the insecurities in your head that were so similar to the ones that would circle his own. “Only you can ruin this ass,” He smirks.

“Good,” You smirk. “Cause I’m not about to share you,” This time, when you pull his head closer to you, he lets you kiss him. You subtly shift your legs in a more comfortable position to begin thrusting up into him.

“Fuck,” Jason curses, throwing his head back. “Just like that baby,”

“Gonna let me cum inside you,” You pant in his ear.

“Ah fuck, please...” Jason mutters. 

“Wanna cum with me?” You ask, nipping at his ear. “Jerk yourself off, baby... I’m not gonna do it all,” Jason smirks but begins to rub his dick in time with your thrusts. Jason begins to curse more as you both get closer until your pouring inside of him and he squirts onto his chest. 

Jason collapses all of his weight onto you and you welcome it, holding him close. You place gentle kisses along the top of his shoulder and over his neck.

“Was it a bad night?” You ask quickly. Jason sighs, turning his head towards you, nuzzling into your neck.

“Are we gonna talk about my night while you’re still balls deep in my ass?” Jason pants. You smile, kissing his skin again softly and don’t ask about his night again.

“Are we going to sleep like this or are you going to stand up?” You whisper. Jason whines not wanting to get up just yet. This is the safest he’s felt all night. Nowhere else is he able to completely let his guard down, nowhere else does his demons stay away. There’s something about you, something utterly comforting, that allows him to feel normal. “Come on, baby, let’s get you cleaned up and into bed,” You whisper, lifting him off of you. You push him to lay on the couch, keeping your eyes on him as you lick a clean strip up his chest to his lips. “Sit tight, I’ll be right back,”

“You’ll be the death of me,” Jason pants.

“Then what a glorious death it’ll be,” You whisper back before leaving for a towel. You clean yourself up before doing the same for Jason, being as gentle as you can before taking him to bed. 

Together, you both lay in the middle. Jason tries to bury his head in your chest. You smile holding him as close as you can, wrapping your legs around him. He sighs, relaxing against you. You kiss his head before scratching his back easing him into an easy slumber.

“I love you,” You whisper before falling asleep yourself.