#red hood

[abisalli]

All our times have come, here but now they're gone

[ciricearts]

jason as venom i drew for a twt oomf ♡♡

[axstoria]

Loving on Jason Todd after a long night of patrol.

He's sitting in the bathtub, the water pooling around his limbs stained pink from all the blood washing off his skin—none is his, and you're thankful for that.

Your hands gently scrub his hair as he sighs, relaxing against the white porcelain. You take extra care in scrubbing the sweat from the white streak in his night-black hair. Soap-lathered fingers scrape at his scalp, gently ridding the grime of the Gotham streets from his body.

It's nothing sexual when you help him wash, running a cloth over his arms and legs and scarred chest, taking careful measures to not go too hard over the 'Y' that runs under his pecs and down his belly. You kiss his heart, and he breathes a huff of relief at the sheer domesticated feel of it all.

Jason loves being pampered by your hands, the ones that have never harmed him. He feels safe, even though he is in his most vulnerable state. He'll lazily follow the motions of your hands with his eyes with a little grin on his lips, leaning into every touch, soaking in every soft word.

My boy, you call him, and the world seems all sunshine and rainbows for as long as you're with him. He wishes you'd stay forever, be his forever.

Jason loves you a little too much.

[birdiedoesdc]

robins posting

[boombaux]

dick picking jason up from a random address like a divorced mother picking her child up from school

[frownyalfred]

Dick: why aren’t we freaking out more about ras stealing Tim’s spleen?

Bruce: well I think everyone who’s trained with him has lost at least One “unnecessary” organ. I mean where do you think my gull bladder went?

Dick-did not know Bruce was missing an organ: I hate this family sometimes

Bruce: I can't believe Ra's took Tim's spleen. This is insanity. When I see him again, I--

Alfred: If I'm recalling correctly, didn't Ra's Al Ghul take your spleen during training?

Bruce: --well. Yes, but that's not the point. He took Tim's spleen.

Dick, wide-eyed: Ra's Al Ghul removed your spleen and you never mentioned it?

Jason: You don't have a spleen? Are you fucking kidding me?

Tim, slumped over Jason's shoulder: Ayy, no-spleen buddies!

[vespertilionis]

Bruce: “Has anybody here had any contact with Jason in the last five months?”

Steph, who has been exchanging rants about their favorite shows with him daily and is currenly typing a new one: “…No.”

[midnightorchids]

Jason had a "bad" habit of calling you before he went to sleep. He couldn't help it, your voice brought a deep sense of comfort into his disturbed and haunted life.

He didn't care for the time or the fact that you could be asleep; he just needed to hear your voice and to make sure that you were safe.

He always called after his patrol, just a few hours before sunrise. He would dial your number as he made his way to the mess of pillows and blankets from the prior night. He'd huddle onto his bed, patiently waiting to hear you on the other end of the line.

When you'd answer, he'd greet you with excitement, his voice sweet and gentle as if it were doused with honey.

The quite hours of the night often laced his voice with an overwhelming amount of exhaustion. It made his voice sound deeper and huskier; his accent occasionally made an appearance during this time. His tired voice was warm and filled with immense emotion. It made him sound attractive, and you'd wish to hear it in person.

Jason always asked about your day and usually responded by humming or by asking short follow-up questions. Your voice felt melodic to him, like a ballade of a soothing song; Jason could listen to you all day.

The late-night conversations never lasted long though, Jason often fell asleep listening to your stories. You'd call out his name and wait for an answer, only to be surprised with a small snore. You'd giggle to yourself before wishing him good night.

You would stay on the line for another minute or so before finally deciding to hang up and letting your own slumber take over.

[skyeconch]

Y/N : *just confessed to Jason*

Jason : 👁👁

Jason : what?

Jason : why do you like me?

Y/N : because I find you attractive??

Jason : HONEY

Jason, shakes u back & forth : RAISE YOUR STANDARDS

[thebigbadbatswife]

OCT 5th - Orgasm Denial

Pairing - Jason Todd x F!Reader

Title - In For A Long Night

Summary - Another heist, another run in with the big, bad Red Hood. Only tonight he seems to want to drive you mad.

Warnings - Orgasm Denial, Enemies with Benefits, Jason is very mean <3, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Large Cock. Shameless Smut, Rough Sex.

Word Count - 860

“Hood, please,” you whine. Your legs are shaking, your body begging for release as tears slide the sides of your face. Red Hood’s gloved thumb is pressed against your engorged and overly sensitive clit, rubbing it in slow, tight circles that makes you feel like you’re on fire. 

All night he’s been teasing you. Those thick fingers of his toying with your clit over and over again. Bringing you straight toward the edge of your climax before pulling away and making sure that you don’t reach it. It’s completely maddening. All you want is to orgasm and he refuses to let you.

You hadn’t even meant to get caught by him tonight. Red Hood hadn’t even been on your mind. Your focus had been on making enough money tonight in order to pay your rent. You hadn’t even stopped to think that you might run into him.

But here you are. Lying on the cold marble floor of the penthouse you were in the middle of robbing. Your suit has been stripped from you. Lying in a heap along with your bag of stolen goods. 

“Something wrong, baby?” he asks. He sounds so condescending and it lowkey makes you hate him. 

You groan in frustration. Is this his plan to turn you away from a life of crime? You don’t get to come until you denounce your criminal ways? You have half a mind to shove him away and tell him to go fuck himself. Who’s he to think that he could change you considering what he did shortly after showing up in Gotham?

At the same time though, no one makes you feel nearly as good as he does. Even now, through your frustration, his thumb against your clit feels great. Better than great. Amazing. There really is no one else in this city, or world, that you can say that has ever made you feel quite like he has. 

You can feel yourself getting closer again. Your breath is coming out harder and faster and your moans growing louder as the muscles in the lower half of your body starts to tense. Fuck, you’re so close. So, so close. If he just keeps touching you…

As soon as the pressure against your clit disappears, you’re whining as you feel your impending climax quickly fizzle away. You hate him, you decide as you glare at him. You can’t see his face thanks to that stupid helmet of his, but you’re sure he’s smirking away underneath it.

You don’t even get a chance to voice your anger, when he’s suddenly flipping you onto your front. You hear the unmistakable sound of his combat pants being unbuttoned and unzipped. His hands grip your hips and force you up on to your knees, so your ass is sticking up into the air. It’s not a very flattering position, but you’re beyond caring if this means he’s finally going to let you come. 

Before you know it, the fat head of his cock is pressing up against the entrance of your pussy. Your walls squeeze around nothing, your body already anticipating what’s about to happen. It’s the only warning you get before he’s entering you with a single thrust, the slick dripping from you making it extremely easy for him to do so.

There’s no chance for you to adjust to the size of him before he’s dragging his cock back out of you and slamming straight back in. His pace is harsh and punishing and all you can really do is lay there and take it. You think it’s safe for you to consider your stolen goods forfeit. There’s no way, after he’s done fucking you, that you’re going to be able to get away in a timely fashion.

You’re getting close again, the pleasure building up faster than before. You hope that he doesn’t notice, even though you’re sure he already has. It’s hard for him not to with how your body is hugging his cock, clenching around him, as your moans become less and less coherent as your mind turns to mush. All of your focus going to your impending orgasm that you’re sure he’s going to take from you once more.

It’s like he hears your thoughts because the next thing you know is that you’re overcome with the feeling of being completely empty once more, your cunt squeezing around nothing. A quiet growl leaves you as you feel your orgasm fade away again. You look over your shoulder at him, your eyes narrowed.

“What the hell did I ever do to you?” you hiss. 

He nonchalant shrugs at you, like his cock isn’t rock hard, the head red and swollen and leaking precum and dripping with your arousal. “Shouldn’t have tried to steal from me.”

Now you are confused. What is he talking about? When have you ever tried to steal from him? You look around the room and as soon as you notice the wall of guns, that you had somehow previously missed, it hits you. Fuck. This is his place because of course it’s his place. You sigh.

“I’m in for a long night, huh?”

“Definitely.”

[parkjammys]

@dcofficial really called all of us out today 😔

I legit couldn't believe it when I saw it. But seriously, who said we wanted to fix Jason Todd? We wanna fuck him instead

[ciricearts]

butch lesbian jason todd PLEASE

I WAS SURE SOMEONE HAD ASKED ME FOR HER BUT I DIDNT REMEMBER WHERE!! So here she is ♡♡

[havenandart]

when did i get so pitiful, just a goddamn corpse in a centerfold you've got my back against the wall -- and now i can't ever get comfortable

[varpusvaras]

More All-Caste/Magic user Jason because I can't stop thinking about him.

Ya'll know for a fact that he isn't telling anyone about it. He knows very well what Batman thinks of metas and magic in Gotham, and he's already in too much trouble with him, so he just doesn't say anything. And besides, it is not their business, anyway.

But magic just does. not. stay. out. of. Gotham. And most of the time it's the type of thing that they would need Jason to deal with it, anyway, or Bruce would have to call for Zatanna or worse yet, Constantine, to deal with it instead, and Jason is sure that if either of them even looks at his general direction they are going to know. Zatanna might keep her mouth shut, but Constantine? Absolutely not.

So every time Jason gets even a sniff of something magical going on, he is on it instantly. There. Problem solved, and no one is the wiser. Everything is good.

Except. When someone deals with magic that quickly and that efficiently, it also creates a pattern. All things that are magical are starting to figure out that something is going on in Gotham. Whatever or whoever goes there never lasts for longer than a day. It's a curiosity, a mystery, and many beings want to solve it.

So now there is Gotham and Jason, and they have a reputation. And things just. keep. coming. And now they are seeking out whatever it is that deals with magic in Gotham on purpose, and Jason is getting really fed up.

Then he goes against a stronger foe, and calls up the All-Blades, and everything really goes up in flames after that. Because now the rumors are going even harder. That there is an All-Caste in Gotham. An All-Caste? Aren't they all wiped out? Apparently not. They gotta see it now for themselves.

So it is all going splendidly, one might say. Jason is not the one saying so.

But. Rumors are...finnicky. Especially when it comes to Gotham and its residents. And especially when it comes to the powers at play there. The city is guarded by the Bat. The man who trained with the League of Assassins, the man who has gone against enemies with earth-shattering powers and won. The Dark Knight himself.

So that has to be him. The Heir to the All-Caste.

So now every other week there's some Magic User coming to challenge the Protector of Gotham. And the Batman keeps beating them without ever using the All-Blades. This is shattering so many egos of so many Magic Users. They weren't even worthy of seeing the Blades! That's the most devastating part.

And Bruce is sitting in the Cave and trying to figure out what the hell is going on. Why are all of these people coming in all of a sudden, wanting to fight him? What did he do? He doesn't remember going against someone noteworthy in quite some time. There has to be something, and he can't put his finger on it and it frustrates him.

All the kids are throwing every kinda theory at him, except Jason, who is standing in the background, hoping that if he justs. stays completely still. they can't see him.

[shr0uds]

J...Jaso...n... Todd.... He's stuck in my head.... Ouch..

[thatcutenerdygirl]

I half feel bad for Bruce. Like, look at the man's face.