Dick: "Why is Jason sobbing in his room?"
Tim: "Jason cries?"
Damian: "Todd has emotions other than unnecessary rage?"
Jason shouting from his room: "Y/N BROKE UP WITH ME"
*all heads turning to y/n
Y/n: *sighs* "No, I didn't. I just told him I can't read Pride and Prejudice with him today"
Jason: "THAT'S WHAT I JUST SAID"
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Cold Stares
Imagine:
Being on the team and everyone thinks you and Jason despise each other that you can't stand being in the same room but they are wrong because as soon as everyone leaves your inches apart in seconds lips touching and bodies pressed against eachother if only the team knew you didn't hate eachother rather hate being without one another.
"Shit baby I thought I would've had to blow our cover when you got hit, you almost gave me a heart attack when you didn't respond, you gotta stop doing that it scares me that I would have to deal with these morons with you"
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Dancing in the Dark
(Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 4)
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Time written- 5:33 a.m
Titans! Jason Todd/fem!reader fluff/smut
(Tags: Kissing, sort of fingering/dry humping🔞✌️)
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Jason had woken up with a dead phone around ten in the morning: a small price to pay for talking with his most favorite girl.
A childish giddiness riddled his mind as he put his phone to charge, anxious to call you or see your name pop up with your usual morning text.
However, to his surprise, he was met with a blank screen. No call, no text. For a solid five minutes, he stared up with exhausted eyes at his call history, seeing your name above how long the call lasted.
Three hours, thirty-three minutes, and thirty-five seconds.
A dreadful sinking began in his stomach, a tortuously hot guilt deep in his core. Did he go too far? Did he push you away? This was too soon - No.
This wasn’t supposed to happen, but he pushed it. He just had to push it. Now you’re never gonna talk to him again, are you?
He carried this guilt throughout the dreadfully slow hours of the day. A heavy stir of anxiousness weighed down on his shoulders the longer he went without a call or text from you. He wanted to reach out so damn bad, wanting to call to see if you were okay, then apologize about a hundred thousand times.
He loved talking with you, feeling it as an escape from his troubles of being himself; an outcast in his own supposed home.
He spent a good hour of avoiding his thoughts and emotions by training by himself, beating against his targets and training mannequins until his protected knuckles nearly bruised.
He wasn’t supposed to like you, but you reached out first, saving him an endless amount of self hatred and doubt on his behalf, fueling it up with precarious amounts of happiness.
Now he feels like he made things a whole lot worse by ruining this one special, quite unique friendship he had, pushing past boundaries that weren’t meant to be crossed.
Unless, that’s what you wanted to happen, too.
He had to admit, he was a hypocrite for accusing you of getting off on him last night. He couldn’t help that he found the computer geek attractive when you both first met. Regardless of your indifference towards each other at the time.
He’s spent plenty of late nights and long showers on days he was feeling untroubled enough to think of you, even more so than he was willing to ever admit after getting closer to you.
Time seemed to make his worries grow even worse, especially after a hot shower from his rigorous session. He peeks over at his phone, shoulders nearly coming to a slump at his lack of notifications from you.
A knock comes at his door, breaking the tense chain. Soft taps from none other than your delicate hands.
You stood on the other side after he opens it, looking ever so lovely with an embarrassed glow on your cheeks.
All tension seemed to slip off his shoulders upon seeing you, making a smile grow on Jason’s face. All his worries about your well being, fear of avoidance, and being ghosted dissipated like an ice cube dropped into hot water.
“Hey mama,” he softly greets, attempting to keep his composure.
“Hey.” Your soft tone riddled with enough nervousness and hesitation makes Jason’s guilt slowly return, bubbling dangerously at the bottom of his stomach.
“You busy?” You ask, making him quickly shake his head before further opening his door, silently inviting you into his semi-tidy room.
A pregnant silence surrounded the both of you as you remained standing where you were, glancing around as if to intentionally avoid looking him in the eye.
Jason exhales after a long moment, knowing he needed to break this ice the longer he stared at you. He started it, he had to own up to it.
“Hey, about last night—“
“Yeah,” you softly say to yourself. “Last night.”
“Right,” he nods, swallowing slowly as he maintains his distance, brushing his sweaty hands over his pockets. “Look … I’m sorry. I didn’t intend for it to go that far. I mean it, I’m sorry.”
You stare up at him with doe eyes, a faint aura of surprise coursing through your mind. Jason immediately owned up to his mistake, even if it didn’t exactly feel like one, though it was to be debated. He was taking ownership of it, something you’ve heard the others complain that he didn’t do.
Again, yet another thing the Titans got wrong about Jason Todd.
“I have a question, actually.” You gather the strength to speak up, to Jason’s surprise. Weren’t you going to… walk out on him? Yell at him? He’d stand still so you could hit him with something solid.
Maybe you were, after you understood more of the situation first.
“Sure, what?”
“So, what… what exactly brought it on?”
A short smile involuntarily creeps up on Jason’s face, followed by a measly shrug. He licks his lips before glancing towards the ground, pondering that very thought for a good moment or two.
“I don’t know what to say about it.” Jason goes on to say, smiling a little more towards the ground. “You’re funny, an’ smart. Hella hot, too.”
He goes quiet again, shrugging once more before raising his head. “You’ve put up with me. More than anyone else here bothers to do. So… yeah.”
It just happened. He wanted to finish his sentence by saying, but you understood. Your cheeks blooming from the sentimental compliments.
“So, those roses,” you nervously proceed. “Those weren’t just ‘thank you roses’, were they?”
Jason amusingly scoffs when you mention the flowers, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“No. No, they weren’t.”
Again, Jason still wonders if he went too fast. Part of him wanted to take it all back, break the clock to turn back the arms. It was impossible now, and judging from the looks of you here, especially with your choice of meeting him in his room, he had somewhat good reason to believe that you were somewhat okay with it.
“We can still be friends,” Jason suggests, taking a casual step closer. “Maybe.. a lot closer than the usual stereotype.”
“Closer?” You question, watching him do so.
“Yeah,” he nods. “I don’t see a problem with it. As long as you don’t either.”
It would be very, very foolish of you to believe you could avoid Jason by any means after what happened between you both.
Your cheeks flushed from the night before; all the words he said, the things you’ve done in his awareness over the phone. It was incredible on a hardcore crushing girl’s stand point, but absolutely horrible on your friendship record.
You were both friends, supposed to be friends. The reminder of your bond made your hands tremble, but the recollection of what occurred made your core flush with warmth.
Jason slightly clears his throat before lightly scratching the side of his temple, taking his chance to fill the silence with some desperately required humor. “Y’know, I assumed you’d have had me on my ass right about now.”
“I mean, I totally would’ve,” you sarcastically boast, crossing your arms. “Don’t get me wrong. I just wanted to put all these pieces together first, see if what had happened… if it meant something.”
“It won’t mean anything if you don’t see it like that.” He pitches, his gaze unable to tear away from your rosy cheeks.
God, you’re so pretty. So cute, and quite brave to put yourself in this position.
“Did it mean something to you, mama?” Jason questions before cautiously stepping past your personal bubble, slimming the distance between you both. “You can tell me, I won’t get mad.”
Apprehension steals your nerves, making your throat run dry. You couldn’t help but crave the Jason you talked to over the phone, murmuring such filthy words into your ear through a screen. Things you’ve never considered him saying before, wanting him just as much as you wanted your friend.
Again, another border presented itself to you. This time, with a door behind held open in the center, beckoning you to walk through it.
You’re cute when you’re figuring out what to say. Jason’s smile subtly grew, his eyes scanning every adorable feature of your face.
“It meant a lot,” you finally admit, making him nod slowly after some thought.
“Good,” Jason murmurs, his nose merely inches away from yours, eyes repeatedly flickering down towards your lips with a slow, attractive desire.
His hands ever so carefully caress your sides, giving enough room and chance to slap them away if you needed to. You didn’t want to.
“That’s good, babe.”
His lips slowly settle along yours before you know it, melding against your own with a patient pause, silently pleading for you to accept. You gladly did so, remembering your use of hands as you guide them up to cradle his shoulders.
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You both still continued on with this friendship, even if that label was practically meaningless now, quickly washing away with water.
The late night calls and endlessly amusing texts continued, now with the addition of some particularly interesting additions. Full on flirts, pet names, nothing past what you weren’t comfortable with.
Jason kissed you plenty of more times since then, all of which were in precariously different scenarios, randomly falling along the scale of surprise.
During your chances of downtime in private during television commercials, Jason built a habit of catching you off guard via tickling your vulnerable spots, playing into your laughing spell before leaning close, sealing your giggles with a short kiss.
You had to admit to yourself, you often indulged in playing into his interests just for the sole fact of adoring his attention. Which resulted in his boldness shining through in ways you weren’t expecting.
Or, when he simply felt like it.
Most of the time, he just felt like it.
Riskier moments involved him noticing you ‘absentmindedly’ applying lip oil after a few occasional sips of water during your work on the Batcomputer.
You’d catch his gaze from the corner of your eye before giving him an innocent smile, lips glistening with a rosy tint before focusing back towards the screen.
During your work, he’d break your concentration by squeezing along your shoulders. Warm lips graze along your ear, encouraging you to take a break and go on a walk with him, to clear both your heads.
“Jason - Oh my god.” A breathless giggle leaves your lips as your back meets a chilly surface, combating his warm upper torso pressed against your front. A quiet, gloomy, secluded corner in the tower, just shy out of any camera range.
What can he say? He liked the risk, the excitement of sneaking off to steal a few kisses from his favorite girl. Regardless of what you were supposed to be doing.
“Jay, I mean it,” you exhale, your fingers grasping along the back of his hoodie while his lips tease along your soft neck, inhaling your sweet perfume.
“Dick needs me to—“
“Fuck Dick,” he mutters out with venom in his tone, the tightening clutch of his hands on your hips giving a hard squeeze. “Don’t care ‘bout what he wants. You’re mine right now.”
You’ve never seen him so giddy with attraction before. His smiles growing broader, a pleasant flush of color on the apples of his high cheeks. All he had on his mind was you, his pleasant little distraction from his dreadful hours of therapy every week.
Sometimes, that wouldn’t always be the case.
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“Babe.” His quivering exhale over the phone worried you to the very bone one night as you tidied up your apartment, getting a semi-unexpected call from Jason in the midst of a late storm.
He wouldn’t say what was going on, too distressed to comprehend anything over the phone, hiding his painfully obvious sobs on his end. Your aching heart couldn’t handle it, encouraging him to come to your apartment, insisting on staying up to meet him at the front door.
After twenty-five minutes, Jason could barely get a hold on hitting his third knock on the door before it pulled out of reach, your warm arms instantly enveloping his rain soaked body at your doorstep.
He clung to you instantly, sniffling nose breathing in the scent of clean, cozy vanilla and fresh laundry. The scents he associated with comfort, with safety.
“I just needed to get away from it all,” his muffled whimper catches along your shoulder, his voice broken and defeated in a way you rarely hear him.
It takes a while for Jason to calm down, but for him, you’d give him all the time he needed. The two of you sit on the ground, backs settled against the couch with mugs of hot drinks in hand, a comfortable silence bathing both your minds as the rain relentlessly batters along your windows.
Bruce, Dick, Hank, the rest of the Titans. His past even, coming back to haunt him in the worst ways. The reasons varied, but he didn’t voice them. You didn’t need him to voice them, you only needed to understand.
His phone rings, slicing through his settling anxieties until he peeked at the caller ID. He hands you his phone, his gaze pleading with you to answer Gar’s concerned phone call, in which you gladly did so. You soothe both your friend’s worries, telling him that Jason was alright, which was the biggest concern on Gar’s mind.
“I don’t feel comfortable going back,” Jason admits after you hang up, his eyes too focused on the liquid in his coffee cup. “Not now. Not for a while, I think.”
You express your agreement by settling your hand along the back of his palm, giving a gentle squeeze.
“That’s okay,” you reply, watching his gaze linger over towards your hand. “It’s gonna be okay, Jason. You don’t have to go back, not right now.”
He stares on quietly, his head nodding in thanks while pondering over various ideas. Your head turns over your shoulder to peer at the couch. No, not the couch. Not for him.
“Y’know, My bed has two pillows.” You proceed to say, attempting to wind up some awful humor to get the tiniest response of amusement out of him.
Jason glanced at you with a puzzled expression, nearly making you stumble on your words.
“Two.” He repeats, still visibly riddled with confusion.
“Well, more like five,” you shrug after quickly sipping some of your tea, trying to save yourself from further embarrassment. “But one of them just might have your name on it.”
His lips slightly curls into a tired smile, accepting your offer within that very moment.
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It made the most logical sense to assume that after a hot shower, Jason didn’t intend to go straight to sleep with you in your bed.
He found you in mid process pulling back the blankets and adjusting pillows, bent over along hands and knees over your bed.
You failed to register Jason’s presence behind you after you slip off, turning around with a sudden gasp from the scare.
He smirks, quietly watching your eyes immediately gaze along his shirtless figure, down to where he had slid on some sweatpants.
There it was; those tiny embers of arousal in your eyes that formed when you returned his gaze. A flame whirring to life in your innocent little head, tainted with memories of words he’s told you in confidence, leaving you aching for more.
His towel dried hair clung to beads of water like gemstones, residual droplets rippling down his toned arms and chest.
The front of your sleep shirt grew damp with water when Jason clutches you close by your hips, his lips meeting yours without a second longer of wait.
The height difference, coupled with his physique looming over when he kissed you had you leaning back, your hands slowly bracing against the mattress before you suffer a clumsy fall.
Jason’s forearms braced along the spaces beside your head at first, shadowing over your body like a broad, protective layer once you laid down. A hand grasps along your hip, tips of his fingers lightly trailing along the seam of your shorts before grasping your thigh, raising it up along his side.
“Don’t worry,” he rasps along your ear, picking up on the nervous shudder in your breathing. “I’ll be easy. Just been dyin’ to taste you.”
Your hand quickly grasps hold of his, painfully tense fingers wanting to pry them away from your hip. He paused, his head looming over yours with a noticeably concerned expression.
Feeling guilty, you prepare to say it’s accidental, attempting to intertwine your fingers with his.
“Jason, I—“ You open your mouth to testify, but he gently shushes you.
“No - shit. It’s my bad,” he exhales. “You don’t feel ready. That’s okay, we don’t gotta do anything.”
Damn him for tainting your mind with such erotic promises all before. Your arousal proceeded to get the better of you, despite his consideration on your behalf.
“Is their anything we can do?” Your pleading eyes made him groan a curse out from under his breath. Damn him for his waning control.
He kisses you again, trying really hard to hide his growing smile. Right, you’re his little eager girl, mentally ruined by his never subtle advances.
“We can try something, if you up to it.” He proposes, gazing down on you with a warm, hungry glimmer in his eyes.
“Like what?”
“Something that doesn’t require taking clothes off, but you gotta trust me.”
Chaste kisses lead towards a passionately drawn out make out, bodies shifting in between the blankets. An arm settles around your torso, slow fingers cupping and squeezing your breasts through your shirt.
Your breathing settles from soothing words whispered against your ear, but nothing could settle your raging heart from the fingers that slipped underneath your shorts, teasing along your damp underwear before easing them aside.
Warm slick quickly coats his fingers, a pleased little hum leaving Jason’s throat shortly after.
“Almost feel a little sorry for you. Havin’ to use a toy to get yourself off, babe.” He mumbled between your little whimpers.
His middle finger lightly brushes over your swollen clit, making you wince. Smirking, he repeats the action a few more times, watching your hips slightly tense and jolt.
It was nothing like when you touched yourself, barely managing to stroke along your own clit for a few seconds before the sensitivity grew too much. Jason was relentless, leaving you completely at his mercy to touch you how he pleased.
His fingers pry your smooth, velvety lips open before dipping a finger inside, groaning lustfully against your neck as your virgin walls eagerly squeeze around his digit.
All you could do as his victim was whimper and take it, too embarrassed to beg for more, too shy to reach behind and take him in hand, urging him to fill you.
Jason's restraint on his own vocals grows thinner by the minute, his ragged groans vibrating along your skin as he listens to your eager little virgin hole cry out for something more, begging to be fucked and stretched to the limit. An unabashed excitement at seeing you fall apart from his doing alone was the perfect distraction, muddling his frustrations into dying whispers.
Seeing you as you are, sprawled along Jason's spread legs, hitching pitiful whimpers as he fucks a second finger into your sopping cunt had him seething with arousal. His cock painfully begging to be free from his sweats.
“I bet your tiny hands can’t reach like mine can, but I know my cock will,” he mumbled before kissing you. His thumb draws relentless circles on your little nub while fantasizing about what he’d do to your pussy.
You writhe in his lap, moaning freely against his lips as his fingers buck further into you. Your inconsistent grinding of your ass forced some much needed friction on his cock, angrily throbbing in his sweats.
“Y’think this little pussy is ready to take me yet?” he coos at you, as though his fingers aren’t digging into your cunt and rubbing along your heated walls, crooking them just right as his palm relentlessly stimulates your nub.
“D-Don’t say that,” you pitifully whine, your nails digging into the skin of his forearm.
“Shhh, just prepping you, babe. That’s all we’re doin’ tonight.”
Your hips twitching, your head pressing back against his shoulder.
Jason only chuckled at those pretty, teary lashes flutter when he thrusts his fingers faster, grunting along with your choked moan when your hips buck once more.
“Jason, fuck- oh my God. Please don’t stop.”
He felt himself aching during his slurred words, but he set himself aside. Right now, his main priority was his sweet little Princess getting exactly what she deserves.
“I’m not stoppin’, mama. Y’can count on that.”
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Please god, just let me hug him.
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Hey I love your work and was hoping if you could write about Jason taking care of drunk reader (his s/o)?? <3
Jason Todd Looking After Drunk!Reader Headcanons
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Jason's first reaction to you being drunk would be that he'd find it a bit funny, but once he realises the state that you're in he may be concerned.
Making sure you get home safe would be one of his biggest priorities since he cares about you so much. He’d drop anything he was doing on patrol just to help you, and will make sure you’re comfortable in bed with a glass of water by your side - he may not even leave, he wants to make sure you don’t throw up in your sleep.
If you're at a friends house then he’s going to turn up fairly quickly after someone informs him of you being drunk, he always knows where your friends live just in case of an emergency. This makes him feel better, and he’d much rather you be drinking at a friends house where you’re safe than a club full of weirdos and strangers behaving disgustingly.
If you're drinking at a club he’d be very worried about you and would try to stay nearby so that he could intervene if something happens. He definitely knows that you’ll most likely leave the club absolutely fine, but he deals with enough bad guys to know that he should always look out for you in places like this.
If you’re hungry or need water once Jason brings you home, then he’s more than willing to get them for you. He’ll make sure you have plenty of water for during the night and will try to find you some decent food that will help settle your stomach.
Getting you to bed would be very easy for Jason as he’s used to handling people and is pretty strong, so he wouldn’t have a problem with ever having to carry you to bed if you ever got too drunk. He always goes above and beyond when putting you to bed too, making sure that you’re comfortable and tucked in before going to get anything you might need.
Breakfast would always be ready for you in the morning after you were drunk the night before. Jason knows that you’ll be hungry so he always makes your favourite, and spoils you with seconds without you even needing to ask.
Helping you with your hangover the day after would be a task he pretty much doesn’t have a choice in since he hates to see you struggle so much. He’ll convince you to call off any plans you might have had that day and will look after you while you recover from your hangover.
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What best friends do (Jason Todd x F READER (Titans)
Ok so this is requested By - Someone
TW - SMUT,
Omg I'm in love with JASON TODD
(Y/s/n) YOU'RE SUPERHERO NAME
Y/n and Jason are best friends they only had each other well that's how they felt, Jason parents died and y/n parents were nice but her dad went to drugs and her mother killed herself then her father did the same so y/n and Jason stuck by each other sides but when batman took Jason in he also took you in aswell you had a power that was good you could control wind batman called you Y/S/N, it was good, you and Jason would have so much fun, but to fast forward you were now with the old robin in his tower with the titans he called us. No one and when I say no one I mean no one could ever tear Jason and y/n apart they did everything together their first kiss their first scary movie everything
"Jason is that you" y/n asked as her door opened at 3am "mhm" Jason murmured "well come cuddle" y/n said puting her arms out for a hug, Jason walked in the bed and cuddle y/n, in the morning y/n woke up with Jason still in her bed she smiled and looked at the sleeping boy she really liked him but she didn't wanna ruin her friendship with someone she could never live with out, "Good morning sleeping beauty" Jason said puting his hand in her hair, she rolled her eyes at him, her door opened suddenly the two jumped away from each other "Hey y/n have you seen ja- oh um did I interrupt something" dick asked and he looked at us "No um I couldn't sleep so I came in here I always do um I'm sorry" Jason said getting up going to leave and then he turn and said "Good bye my lady" Jason winked, y/n blushed "y/n" duck said sitting on my bed "What?" She answered "BE careful and if anything make sure he wears a condom I don't want little babies in here" dick said leaving.
Jason had his arm around you watching TV with you it was Sunday day that means no training "What a cute couple" Gar compliments "Fuck off Gar" y/n saids "Yeah we're just friends" Jason said, ouch friend zoned "R can you tell you're little boyfriend to leave me Jason lone please" y/n asks not taking her head away from the tv "Sure but not my boyfriend" the girl answered taking him somewhere else, Y/n made it to jason lap cuddle into his side but she felt something hard she realized she was gonna say something but decided she's gonna make a move, she started to moved pretending to get comfortable "Y/n stop it" Jason said under his breath "Why I'm just trying to get comfortable" y/n replied, she started to move again but Jason grabbed her hips "Y/n I know you feel my boner now don't start something you can't finish" Jason said before letting go of her hips, turned around on his lap so they were face to face "What if I could finish it" y/n replied, Jason didn't know how to respond to that he just looked in to the girls eyes but he found himself slowly moving his eyes down to her lips, neither of them noticed that they were getting closer and closer till their noses touched, they both connected their lips, y/n rocked her hips back and forth, Jason picked her up and brought her to his room and put her on the bed He climbed on top of her and started to make out with her "Jason what if they hear us" y/n asked "Then that's means I'm doing my job right" Jason answered, y/n nodded then she told him to take off his shirt and she would take hers off so he did and she did but y/n did not have a bra on "Holy shit" Jason murmured, he put his mouth on the left boob and his his hand on the right one "Jason" y/n moan he went to her neck and suck a few purple marks he went down and then we down and pulled her pants and panties off.
He licked his lips , he went closer to her pussy and licked it, y/n moaned Jason knew what he was doing so he knew she would be a moaning mess, Jason sucked her cilt hard and added two fingers in her "Jason!" Y/n Nearly Screamed, Jason took that as a sigh not to stop so he didn't he went faster "Jason stop" y/n moaned "How did that feel" Jason asked the girl "Amazing" y/n replied, y/n wanted to repay the favor so she filped him over "what are you doing" Jason asked "Repaying the favor" she answered going down and pulling off his shorts and boxers, his dick was huge, y/n put him in her mouth all the way "Fuck baby girl you trying to kill me" Jason asked moaning, y/n couldn't fit him in her mouth she took her hand and rubed the part that couldn't fit in her mouth while she sucked him off "Fuck baby girl stop I wanna cum in you" Jason moaned, she took her mouth off of his dick, Jason filp her over "you ready baby girl" Jason asked "yes jason I'm ready" y/n answered back, Jason pushed in this was y/n first time so it hurt at first but after a while and Jason in her it felt good "Fuck baby girl youre so tigh" jason said "move please" y/n moaned, Jason didn't need to be asked twice, he pulled out almost all the way out and slammed back in "JASON!" He grind and did it again and again but harder everytime, "Jason Fuck!" Y/n Screamed, Jason hit her G-Spot "Baby girl who makes you feel like this" Jason asked slamming into her, y/n couldn't form a sentence, y/n tried to speak but it came out as a moan, Jason laughed, He loved that he made you feel like this he loved that you're eyes roll in the back of you're head because of him he loves that he made you moan he loved everything about this about you " I'm almost there Jason" y/n moaned "Me too Me too" Jason moaned "JASON!" Y/n cried she orgasmed "fuck baby girl I think they heard you" Jason laughed, y/n Squeeze around his dick he came right in her "good thing I'm on birth control" y/n laughed Jason laughed with her, Jason stayed in her for a couple of minutes but then got dressed they walked out of Jason's bed room and into the living room everyone was in there "Not you're girlfriend huh" Gar asks "wasn't" Jason replied "so you all heard it" y/n asked she was so embarrassed "Yes we did" dawn said "and even if we didn't you have marks on youre neck" kory said " God" y/n said "we you two safe" dick asked "No" Jason said proudly "WHAT!" Dick yelled "I'm on birth control" I told dick "oh thank god" dick said "we can not leave you guys alone" hank said "What this is what best friends do" jason said y/n rolled her eyes and then grabbed Jason hand went to go lay down because she was tried they went in her room and layed down her played in her hair falling asleep
THE END
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i love rewatching titans now that i've read a ton of comics bc it's so bad and i get so angry but i still love it
like yeah, it butchers so many characters and is so inaccurate BUT it's still fun
and in my defence...
this scene is arguably one of the best in the show
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🥵Oh!🥵
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(A/N: I don't know why I didn't do this sooner because I love this boy so much and he made season 3 🥺️) also this is pretty long, like 2.1k words long, so enjoy 😁)
。ₓ ू ₒ ु Jason Todd Dating Hcs ू ₒ ु ₓ。
♡ₓ This is gonna be a long one 😂 Jason may seem like a cocky, playful kickass teenager, but inside, he’s a little broken up and just needs a hug 🥺
♡ₓ You either met him as a new Titan, picked out and taken back to the tower with Dick, or someone that Jason saved as Robin. He won’t tell you yet, but you are honestly the most beautiful person he’s ever seen… and stumbles over his words when you’re introduced.
♡ₓ You become really great friends - or so you think, not quite noticing the lingering looks and smiles he gives you like the rest of the Titans do. Jason’s pretty protective and defensive of his friends, and seeing as the rest of the Titans aren’t super friendly with him, he doesn’t make as much of an effort with them as he does with you.
♡ₓ Which leads to him getting annoyed when they try to befriend you too and take you away from conversations you were having with him. If you’re a Titan and there’s a dangerous mission Dick wants you to go out on, Jason won’t let you leave unless he can come to. He knows full well you can defend yourself, but he doesn’t want to lose you like he’s lost others in the past.
♡ₓ When Robin fell from that rooftop, somehow you managed to catch Superboy’s attention and make sure he didn’t die. Jason could only watch, still stunned by the fall and now by you, as you check he’s not hurt and ask if he’s okay. He’s not used to anyone caring that much, and so he can only nod and hug you as a response. It’s all he needs to know for sure that he’s absolutely in love.
♡ₓ After that, the PTSD and bad thoughts really started getting to him, and you were the only one who could pick up on that and try to help. I mean, you've seen the series, the rest of the Titans are either pretty oblivious or don't deal with it well at all *cough*dick*cough*
♡ₓ So quiet times, just sitting and listening to music, or working out in the training room - where he took every opportunity to show off and try to catch your attention - helped him drown out the poison, as he calls it. Jason tries to be and is a lot more open when it's just you and him than the others, and immediately gets defensive when Dick attempts to ask if he's okay.
♡ₓ When he was getting singled out and blamed for the crosses on Rachel’s mirror and the rest of the chaos in the tower, you were the only one to try to stand up for him and pointed out to Dick that he’d run off. It meant so much to him, seeing you carefully make your way to the edge of the roof and look up at him with pleading eyes. Jason has never felt that wanted before, which is the main reason he got down, and held back choking sobs when you gave him the tightest hug ever. ‘He’d keep trying, for you,’ that’s what he’d told himself.
♡ₓ One of the best memories you had of him before you managed to get separated was when Jason showed how much he trusted you by taking you to the high school where he watched the play they did and admitted his love for theatre. You didn't tease or mock him at all, which was a huge relief but expected from you anyway, and right then and there, he wanted to tell you everything. About how you're a thought that makes him want to keep going every day and how he wishes he could hug you a little longer than your friendly ones. But Jason can't make the words come out of his mouth then but can pretend as much as he wants as you walk back with his arm around your shoulder, you not knowing any better.
♡ₓ I'd like to stress that he hasn't said all of this yet, because he won't stop later on, I promise 🥰️
♡ₓ But near the time of Donna's funeral and Rachel leaving the city, you somehow get split up because of carrying on Titan work with Nightwing while Jason needs to talk to Bruce and do some stuff back in Gotham. Even so, you still receive plenty of texts from him, checking up on you while you aren't near each other, wanting to hear your voice again and see that heartstopping smile of yours through FaceTime.
♡ₓ Then Robin really comes to an end, because Jason Todd apparently dies at the hands of the Joker. His friend Molly tells you (which leads to you becoming great friends if you weren't already), and you're devastated. It slowly but surely starts to click into place for you. Those longing looks from him back at Titans Tower, the way he quickly got protective whenever there was the slightest threat you felt uncomfortable with, warm hugs he'd only give you, shoving off Gar with a questioning look when he jokingly tried to get in with you once. Jason had always been a great, understanding friend, but the thought of you possibly having the opportunity to be something more and missing out on it makes you cry 😢
♡ₓ So when you get a call from Dick telling you about the new Red Hood threat, and how he thinks Jason might still be alive and affiliated with the Scarecrow?? You're terrified for him hanging around with such a dark and dangerous person, but you know in your heart that Jason can't have changed so much, reborn or not, from how you knew him before. Dick isn't convinced, especially after Hank's death, and even though you're just as upset as the rest of the team are at the loss, you feel like Jason must be under some kind of influence, and he'd never do anything like that alone.
♡ₓ When you come with Dick to confront him, Red Hood has everyone in Gotham convinced that he's some sort of hero. When Nightwing has him on the floor with a gun pointed, you run over and pull it out of his hands. The shocked, emotion-flooded expression on Jason's face makes you forget everything for the moment as you go in and give him the tightest hug ever, while Dick tries calming down the crowd around you all. Jason slowly, shakily returns it, a million doubting thoughts rushing through his head. Don't you know what he's done? Can you forgive him that easily? You deserve so much more...
♡ₓ Dick gets shot though, and the situation escalates rapidly. You notice Jason hesitantly retreating into the crowd, not wanting the Scarecrow to get to you, his only weakness. But you manage to grab his arm and give him the same pleading eyes as the ones from the balcony he stood at the edge of all those months ago. You ask him to come back home, to stay with you, that you miss him. At the moment, it's difficult, since Crane hasn't been dealt with yet, but Jason promises that he'll see you again soon before he has to run for it, and you tend to Dick.
♡ₓ When you convince Dick to let Jason help the Titans defeat Scarecrow and make sense of the drugs and being brought back to life, Jason doesn't want to let you out of his sight again. He was terrified that he'd never see you again, that you'd hate him because of all that's happened. He's in mild disbelief as you rest against him in the car while Dick runs you over the plans, but Jason isn't afraid to show he cares in front of people (I'll get to PDA more later 😉) and he delicately runs his gloved fingers through your hair and against your cheek, grounding yourself and him at the same time.
♡ₓ Needless to say, Scarecrow gets his ass rightly kicked, and Bruce comes back with his house wrecked and the city recovering from the attack. When he asks Jason which life is next after he turns down living in Wayne Manor again, he looks over his shoulder at you, with a soft smirk that makes warmth spread throughout your body as he simply says, "one with them."
♡ₓ He's not kidding in the slightest either, because now you're reunited, Jason is pretty clingy and in need of a bit of reassurance from you, but is the best boyfriend ever. Everything he struggled with saying before comes out in a mess when you have your first kiss after leaving the Manor and Dick goes with Rachel to visit Crane in prison. This boy's a complete whipped simp, I do not exaggerate.
♡ₓ Like, if it was the middle of the night and you wanted some random drink or fancied going out to get food or ride his motorbike, sure, he's up, where to? Sleep can wait 😊
♡ₓ With PDA, Jason Todd is not shy, and in public, he's just as loving as he is in private. He has no fears of confrontation too, so god forbid anyone that tries to make a move on you or makes you feel bad. He does get jealous sometimes, but more in the insecure way, not at all in the way of not trusting you. You waste no time in telling him that he's the only boy you want in your life and give him a bear hug, and he'll get over it just like that.
♡ₓ On the subject of cuddling, he can't get enough of it. Whether it's lounging around at home or in bed, Jason will draw them out. Vulnerably if it's just after a nightmare, when you wrap your arms around him sleepily and he cradles you to him protectively. Playfully if it's getting late in the morning and he's not ready to get up yet. Sometimes it's just really randomly when you're doing your own thing, he just sweeps you up off your feet and doesn't put you down until you're laughing ridiculously hard and kicking around helplessly.
♡ₓ I can imagine him being all silly and saying that he "won't let you go, angel, till you tell me you love me more than anything else in this world," and then gets all wide-eyed and soft when you actually say it so earnestly. Jason also loves it when you play with his dark curls, he'll happily rest his head on your chest, playing around with your hands and kissing your fingers absentmindedly as your own fiddle with his locks.
♡ₓ You're the only person that can truly calm him down when he's annoyed with someone that's trying to get to him, or on one of his bad days. If you insist on staying at home with him to watch movies and eat junk and cuddle in bed, just to make him feel better, he will literally cry and mumble endearments into your shoulder. Don't for a second doubt that he won't do the same for you, because it will literally break his heart if he sees you upset. If its a person, Jason will gladly deal with them, but if it's just life, he'll hold you tightly, pressing gentle kisses on your forehead and reminding you that he'll always be there for you 🥲
♡ₓ He's honestly a bit possessive - not in a toxic way though - so seeing you in his hoodies or t-shirts makes him all proud and bashful. Jason compliments you for every little thing, or stares in adoring wonder, maybe if you're just doing a hobby or nothing in particular. Or maybe you're his partner and anti-hero like him, or still a Titan, able to defend yourself and save others so effortlessly.
♡ₓ He also trusts you with his life. If you didn't give him any explanation to do something crazy, Jason would assume it's important and you'll explain when you can, taking your word for anything.
♡ₓ Jason will do anything to make you happy and keep that smile on your face. You've been through so much together, and he doesn't care what he goes through now, as long as you're in on it together.
♡ₓ "You're my whole world, princess. I love you so much..."
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Guys I just really miss Titans Jason Todd and am having to stop myself from ranting about how crappy the fandom treated him and just how truly great of a character he was and how Curran portrayed him😭
And say what you want about his Red Hood(tho I personally liked it) Idk how anyone can say his Robin wasn't good😠
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stole this thought from my friend 🫶
Jason loves taking showers with you. And not only for the times when he takes the opportunity to bend you over as you lean against the wall.
But he loves the bare skin to skin contact. He loves to remember what you feel like, and he likes to remember your touch. He likes the way you trace his scars that he believes tainted his body while you smeared body wash all over him. You always scolded him that the 3 in 1 shampoo, conditioner, and body wash weren't as effective as advertised.
But you don't see his body as tarnished or ruined. His scars became a part of him. Just another feature that you love. He liked the way his back was turned. The suds quickly slid down the waves of his muscles. The way your index finger traced along the large, healed gash along his shoulder that stopped at where his spine was located.
He shuddered, and his heart raced when you placed a kiss on it. Like you did with every other scar.
This was your ritual.
You'd wait for him to come home to you, and when he did, he'd stench of gunpowder and iron. So you'd strip away his suit, he can finally breathe, his adrenaline dying down, and you drag him along into the shower.
In some nights where he had some extra energy, the late night showers would end with the water being lukewarm and mixed with both of your milky slicks.
But during most nights like these, he absorbs your soft affection, letting your hands roam and explore his body, loosening up the knots in his upper back, massaging his shoulders.
And when he turns back around to face you, his body towering over you as he blocks the water's path down to you, his arm reaches for your sides, hands following down the shape of your figure. His fingers smooth over the water that makes your skin glisten under the artificial light, calloused palms against your smooth hips, gently squeezing them, pulling you closer.
He rests his chapped lips against your forhead, whispering, 'I love you's as you say it back, the sounds of splashing water muffling your confessions.
You always loved showering with Jason right when he gets home. And it isn't only because you get to see him naked under 5 minutes after he comes through your fire escape. But also because you discover new features around him, sometimes in areas where you wouldn't particularly see when he's fully clothes.
There would be a new wound that you wrapped in waterproof bandages before stepping into the shower. But you'd make a mental note to give the new permanently damaged skin as much love, care and devotion as the rest of Jason's body.
You loved showering with Jason because it was an opportunity for you to appreciate him, his body, and the flaws that come with it. It was an opportunity for you to show your endless love for Jason because you know that he needs the constant reminder that someone truly loves him. And to prove the horrible voices that gnaw the back of his head, telling him that he's not good enough that they're wrong.
Because Jason is more than enough. Because you love him as much as he loves you.
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Mischievous Curiosities
(Part 1)(Part 3)(Part 4)
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Time written- 11:52 a.m.
Titans! Jason Todd/fem!reader fluff/smut
(Tags: 🔞📲 Phone sex, use of toys.)
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The same day after convincing him to step off the ledge, you recall taking a seat beside him at the vacant table to listen to what Dick had to say.
From the faintest glance over your own shoulder, you saw many eyes on you. You didn’t care, Jason had never done anything wrong to you. He hadn’t done anything wrong to them, you never understood their abrupt change in behavior.
You only hoped your presence provided him some sort of comfort. You didn’t know them, but even with his hidden, somber expression by his propped up arm, he truly appreciated it.
That very next night, your abandoned phone on your bed rings from an unknown number.
A hopeful bloom of warmth rose in your chest from your immediate suspicion of who it was. You remember slipping him your phone number if he ever needed someone to talk to.
Answering the call, you never smiled so big upon hearing his voice. “Hello?”
“Hey,” he says, a faint sniffle coming from him. “Do you.. do you got a minute?”
“Of course,” your smile waned a little when you detected his wavering emotional state. “You okay?” You question, immediately concerned for where he was now, if he needed some help. “Do you wanna meet up—?”
“No, no,” he’s quick to respond, followed by another sniffle. “No, I.. I just wanna talk. You free?”
“Yeah,” you sit on your bed, crossing your legs as you got comfortable. “I’m here.”
That very phone call had mostly consisted of him thanking you, to your absolute surprise.
Full bodied words of thanks, spoken amidst breath halting sniffles and stutters in between words. Your heart ached as you patiently listened, your own tears invading your screen the closer you clutched your phone to your ear.
Jason was grateful, grateful that the person who he assumed hated him was the only one who believed him in the end. In a sense, you didn’t need his thanks, you were just doing the right thing.
You did what your heart told you to do, listening to him pour out his troubled mind over the phone as the hour grew late. Until his mind was eased enough to let him sleep.
A mere two days passed before he sends you a text while you were occupied with apartment searching on an early morning.
Hey. Wanna meet up for breakfast?
It made you smile, along with a little flutter in your chest as you liked his text before asking for a specific time.
Jason surprised you with flowers at the small cafe, a simple bouquet of roses framed with baby’s breath. He shrugged when you kept asking him the reason for them, a smile nearly permanent on his face at your reaction.
You rarely got flowers. You didn’t care much for them before, but for him to surprise you with them was a heartwarming sentiment. Another way of saying thank you for being there for him when no one else was.
The two of you spent your breakfast learning about each other, leaving the establishment knowing a whole lot more in about two hours than the months you worked as colleagues at the Tower.
The unofficially stated, preferred method of communication became long phone calls when neither of you were available. That, or random texts throughout the day when either of you needed the company and entertainment.
Jason’s texts were never dry, always interested in anything you had to say. You loved that about your quickly blooming friendship, it was never boring, never running out of room to speak of anything and everything on your minds.
As it turned out, your sense of humor was eerily similar towards his. Especially in the friendly insulting department.
One day, he called you up after Dick had finished helping you into your new apartment, your phone ringing merely minutes after the man left your front door. Talk about timing.
His laughter invaded your apartment kitchen after you struggled with how to use your new toaster oven, one of Barbara’s house warming gifts.
“It is even plugged in??”
“It is!” You yell at your phone, your hands occupied with finding a nonexistent on and off switch on the appliance.
“Try turning it on, maybe??”
“You get your ass over here and try it—!” You cut off when it occurred to you that he meant using the knobs. The bright red button blinking to life as the coils inside glow a hot orange.
“Did it work?” He speaks up shortly after your silence.
“Yeah.” You mumble, your defeated tone making him laugh.
“You’re a bit of an airhead, babe.”
Babe? Why’d he call you that?
“Fuck you, Todd.” You spit back at your screen, your cheeks dappled with color.
He would call during when you worked, sitting on the carpeted floor of your apartment. Days like these, he’d share more and more of his interests, pieces of his past, and funny memories of what few friends he has. And had.
You questioned him about this after laughing about the story of Gar hitting him on the head with a staff during a sparring session. You weren’t there to see it and only heard Gar’s version of it. Hearing Jason’s side was just as funny.
“Gar and I… we don’t talk much these days. Especially after everything.”
“You should,” you say, hoping you could get them to reconnect. “I mean, you should reach back out to him. He’s got a big heart, I’m sure he’s wondering if you’re okay.”
You knew they were friends, both boys laughing and talking nonsense behind your shoulders as you worked on the Batcomputer. Back then, the additional noise annoyed you, but thinking of it now, you preferred that then silence after everything that’s happened.
“You want me to send him a text for you?” You offer after a short silence, fingers now mindlessly fidgeting with your laptop keyboard.
“Yeah,” he replies. “That sounds nice. Thanks.”
He started with the minor pet names a little more often, to your surprise.
After waking up one morning in your bed, you were surprised at the nine hour phone call from your overheated phone, clinging to life on a measly three percent battery.
“Jay?” Your tired voice calls for him as you rub your eyes, stretching your arm out over your head. “You up?”
“Yeah,” his exhausted voice responded after a few seconds, his voice riddled with lack of sleep after the both of you stayed up until three a.m. “Morning, babe.”
“Huh?” You ask, a tickle of a smile forming on your lips.
“I said morning,” Jason repeats, as if he’d never said it at all. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”
It seemed like Jason’s response to you letting those little pet names slide was to continue, which he did. After a few more easy to miss little names here and there, he grew more bold, his ego stroked every time he heard your minor stutter over your phone call.
Boundaries were slowly crossed, from playful insults, to minor flirts on his end that left you speechless, not having that quick, witty dexterity Jason was blessed with.
Speaking of boundaries, Jason had a knack for calling you late at night, when you were supposed to be asleep.
Your phone cuts off your music, the ever so familiar Caller ID popping up on your screen before vibrating.
“What, Jason?” You purposely begin with feigned irritancy, your attention focused on your laptop, in the midst of some midnight online shopping.
“Jesus,” his amused chuckle floods your room once you put him on speaker. “Did I interrupt your private time?”
“Private time?” You muse, eyebrows quirking in amusement. “What do you mean?”
“Y’know, late night activities. The usual… y’know.”
“Ohhh,” you vocally express your understanding, shaking your head as if he could see you. “Nope. Not my style.”
“You don’t use those?”
“Use what?”
“A toy, babe.”
It took a few seconds for you to reply with no, your upper body fully flushed with arousal as your fingers halt on your keyboard.
“Why’re you asking?” You question after some hesitation, a strange little hum pooling at the bottom of your tummy, but you ignore it for now.
“Just curious,” he brushes off his out of pocket commentary. “What’re you up to then, mama?”
“Just doing some shopping,” you reply, quickly submerging yourself into conversation with the man. While you had been occupied online, Jason had been lounging in his own room, struggling to sleep.
His habit of calling you up nearly every night since the very first time had never broke, not unless something important had to make either of you reschedule.
“Do you really not have a toy?” His curiosity over the supposedly past subject made you pause, having you wondering why he was so interested on it.
“I do,” you weakly admit, believing it was bad to lie to a close friend like this.
“Aww, why’d you lie to me?”
“Cause it’s embarrassing.” You mutter, slowly forgetting about your pending shopping cart full of clothes you’ve debated on getting this entire day.
“I don’t think it is.” Jason smirks on his end. “What, Is it pink?”
“No,” you bite your bottom lip for a second, closing your eyes in a sort of shame. “It’s red.”
Jason nearly snorts over the phone, muffling out a chuckle to himself. You just know he’s gonna say something about it, you know him incredibly well by now.
“You think of me when you use it, Princess?”
“Fuck you,” you whine out, your cheeks burning as bright as overheating technology.
“Know you wanna,” he rasps. “But first, you gotta earn it. Tell me the truth.”
You grunt again in a jumble of irritation and embarrassment. Jason was your friend, your very good friend. You didn’t have a right to think thoughts of him like that, regardless of how attractive he is.
The man was still fresh out of a relationship, poured his heart and soul out to you, relied on you for structural stability, the bond he craved. In term, you were on the same boat, minus the relationship.
This was wrong, it had to be. Right?
But he knew what he was doing, of course he does. How else did you get to this point?
“I do,” you exhale in defeat, crossing the forbidden border for good.
The muscles in your hips slightly quiver with a growing, aching heat in your core. He lowly chuckles, his voice slowly dropping an octave, pure sex dripping off his tongue.
“Anyone ever done this with you?”
You shook your head at first, quickly forgetting that again, he couldn’t see you. “No.”
“Must’ve had some boring boyfriends, eh?”
“Never, actually.”
This takes Jason by surprise, causing a jumpstart in his heartbeat. “You’ve never—“
“No.” God, you were so quick to reply, making his mind run wild. This means you’ve never… you really shouldn’t have revealed this to him.
“You ever taken dick before, babe?”
“Elaborate, please.” Your nose crinkles with amusement, making him scoff.
“You ever been fucked before?” He questions again. “Ever have a guy make you come?”
“I.. no.” You admit again, your heartbeat running wild in your ears.
“That’s okay,” Jason soothes, a big smile plastered on his face. “Just listen to everything I say, an’ I’ll get you there. Alright?”
You close your laptop before pushing it aside, a large air of nervousness bathing your senses. Were you really gonna do this?
“Does it feel good? Knowin’ you’re fixing to give me a private show?”
A huge part of this was exciting. Any possibility of red flags looked friendly enough to be considered green clean though. You trusted him, just as he had with you.
“Kind of.”
“S’okay to be nervous, it’s just me. Get comfortable, mama. Relax for me.”
“Okay.” You say, laying back against your bed, your hair sprawling along your pillow. It didn’t help that your nightmare was an oversized shirt and plain, cotton panties. Or maybe it did help, all for convenience.
“Touch yourself how you usually do.” Came his first request, a gentle demand that made your heart nearly jumpstart.
Your trembling hand slip under your panties, touching yourself as if for the very first time. The muddled warmth in your tummy that formed since the start of this conversation resulted in your fingers delving along your slippery wet heat, nearly making you shudder.
“You wet, baby?” He asks, hearing the faint hitch in your breath you attempted to hide.
“Mhm.” Was all you could say.
“S’okay, babe,” he exhales, the hem of his sweats pushed down under his waist, grasping the head of his cock in hand. “Let those pretty sounds out. Lemme hear you.”
Your fingers hesitantly trail over your swollen clit, your breath hitching again from newfound sensitivity. Two fingers stroked along yourself, gently pinching your bud in between, making you hold a muffled whine.
Jason pictures the sight of you now, pussy hot and wet and aching for cock. What he’d give now to replace your fingers with his, lips plastered against your sticky clit, your hands grasping against his curls as he busies himself in between your thighs.
Imagining what his mouth must’ve felt like, those plump lips drinking up your syrupy sweetness left you nearly moaning, clasping your phone against your chest. Your pussy clenches over nothing, desiring to know what it feels like to be stretched wide and full of Jason’s cock. Rugged hands grasping the fat of your hips as leverage as he fucks you into the mattress.
“Can almost hear how wet you are, babe,” he mutters against his phone, tucked snugly against his head and shoulder as he brings his hand towards his tongue, collecting spit to smear along his cock.
“Lick your fingers, an’ play with those tits, Princess,” Jason requests, imagining your fingers slipping under your shirt, pinching your eager little nipples. He’d do the exact same, pinching them until they’re sore before repeating the action with his teeth, watching each abused breast bounce once he releases it.
Turns out, you thought the very same, hooking your shirt up just enough with your thumb to squeeze along your chest, sighing with the additional friction.
“Take out that toy you were talkin’ about. Wanna hear how it works.”
You say nothing at first, leaving him slightly concerned. That feeling quickly diminishes once he hears shuffling along your blankets, the dull glide of your drawer getting pulled open making his smirk return.
“No way is that toy gonna fuck you stupid,” he mutters instantly into the phone. “That’s gonna be my job. Y’hear me, babe?”
Those filthy words nearly set your nerves on fire, causing a trembling change in your breathing.
“Mhm.” You nervously reply again.
“Shy little baby,” Jason lightly cooes, amused by your hesitancy. “M’waiting, Princess. Play with that toy, lemme hear you.”
He waits anxiously as your nerves make your thumb tremble along the button of your red vibrator, his own hand coming to a halt as he does so.
It takes a good moment for the phone call to pick up a slow, muffled buzz, but the sudden little whimper that erupts from your lips makes it all worth it.
“Ohh my God.” Jason mutters to himself, feeling lightheaded as he feels himself throbbing in hand.
He fights back a grunt himself while fisting his cock, wanting nothing more than to be buried deep into your tight, warm cunt. Jason wondered just how many noises he could pull out of you, bullying his cock deep into your inexperienced pussy until you screamed.
He never expected this, but he’s beyond glad that he pried. The Titans’ smart brains of nearly every operation, now resorted to becoming his quivering little virgin, getting off on his voice while fucking yourself with a fake cock, imagining it to be his.
Your naturally induced whimpers confirmed that, your phone slipping out of your hand as you weakly your breast again.
You whine a bit louder, your approaching climax so close you could taste it. Having an audience to this otherwise private, sensual event had you feeling unvisually exposed, completely vulnerable to the man who started this.
“That thing have settings?” Jason voices out over speaker.
“M-mhm,” you whimper out, silently thanking him for the question. “Yeah.”
“Turn it all up baby,” he urges, his voice growing raspier with his quick, frantic breathing. “All the way high.”
Quickly doing what you were told, your thumb shifts over the settings, quickly clicking on said highest setting. Your spread thighs immediately tremble with the sudden change of pace, the loud whirr of your toy invading your bedroom, along with your sharp gasps and abrupt moans.
“Ohh, good girl,” Jason nearly groans out, the muscles along his stomach tightened with urgency. “Good fucking girl. Wanna hear you come, babe. Wanna hear you make a mess of my fat cock. That’s what you want, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you whimper out while your back arched off your bed, your bucking hips begging to be held down by his strong, calloused hands. Your chest heaved, dampened nipples exposed to the heated air, begging for a touch other than your own.
Jason’s audible presence was more than enough for you now.
“You wanna cum, babe? Wan’ me to fuck that little pussy?” Jason pants out, his voice slurring with an arousing ruggedness that shot shivers down your spine.
“Gonna ruin you, Princess. Gonna break you in good— shiiit, gonna ruin you for any other guy. That what you want?”
“God, y-yes Jason!” You gasp out, your head tilting back with another vulnerable whine, your eyes sealed shut.
“Good girl. That’s my good girl— Fuuuck!” Jason grunts out, his head buried back against his pillow, adam’s apple bobbing as he pants hard, eagerly stroking his soaking wet cock faster, fully leaking with thick, stringy precum.
“I-Jaaay.” Your sweet, quivering little voice calls out to him, your trembling fingers attempting to keep a strong hold on your vibrator. “Shit. Jason, I-I’m—“
“Yeah, I know,” he pants out, keeping a tight squeeze on his phone. “Come on, babe. Come for me, come on this cock. Lemme fill up that perfect little pussy.”
A sweet, burning release nearly blinds you, muscles tightening as your cunt quivers, releasing along the toy with a series of broken, genuine cries of ecstasy.
Jason never heard such genuinely erotic sounds come from your lips, pushing him off the edge after successfully nudging you to it. Thick, hot ropes of cum bead along his abdomen, the muscles in his neck growing taunt as he vocalizes his finish through gritted teeth, gasping for breath shortly after bucking into his fist.
The nearly two hour call goes quiet, filled with nothing but two deflated, sexually satisfied people gasping for breath in their own beds.
Your cheeks remained flushed as your orgasm died down, your toy shut off seconds before you accidentally set yourself off into overstimulation. Your mind, after regaining some logical sense, wondered what the fuck just happened, but you weren’t ashamed.
Retreating your red toy away from your sticky cunt, your reddened cheeks heat further from the sight of strands of your arousal clinging along the device. Picture worthy evidence of what your close friend had done to you.
Your eyes catch a weak glimpse of a bundle of dried roses along your vanity after your trembling hand placed your toy on your nightstand. The same roses you debated on hanging on your wall for decoration, still secured together by your favorite colored bow.
Oh shit, you quickly realize. He had took you out on a date.
You may never have been friends to begin with.
“Babe?” His soft pant calls for you over the phone, snugly tucked underneath your shoulder after your vigorous activity. “You there?”
“Yeah.” You grasp hold of your phone, putting it off speaker before bringing it close to your ear. “I’m here.”
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Love when they bring Jason back for barely an episode then leave him in gotham again 😍😍
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Jason Todd x Shy!Quiet!Reader Headcanons
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• Jason wouldn’t really know how to approach you at first as he’s used to people who aren’t as quiet or draw into themselves. Because of this he often ends up acting out to get your attention or bothering you to make you talk before he realises that you aren’t actually ignoring or trying to avoid him.
• Once you realise that Jason’s acting the way he is because he’s trying to get your attention then you somehow become more shy yet also more confident around him at the same time. You’re a blushing mess because you know of his feelings and you aren’t really able to find the right words to say, but you also go out of your way to get closer to him physically and spend more time around him in a way to get to know him better on some level.
• Jason is really nothing like what you first expected him to be like. He’s actually a very gentle and kind person once you get close to him, and is a lot quieter when he’s comfortable and relaxed. It’s because of this that the two of you start to get close very easily and can share comfortable silences together without having to worry about things getting awkward. He’s glad he can find someone he can behave this way with because to him it seems that everyone expects him to be perky and loud at all times when he just wants to have time to think.
• When you find out how much Jason loves to read you’re very happily surprised as it’s something you can both enjoy together. Having a hobby that you’re aware of makes it much easier to make conversation with him and the two of you can bond together by reading to each other and sharing your opinions on certain books or characters. Plus, you’re able to use the excuse of wanting to borrow a book from him as a perfect way to see him either late at night or when he’s by himself and away from everyone else.
• Even if the two of you have very different tastes in music, Jason will always go out of his way to listen to every song you recommend to him. He also creates a playlist that he keeps hidden from everyone (even you due to his ego and pride) that contains every song he’s ever heard you say that you like - he also has a playlist that has song which remind him of you, but of course this is separate so he doesn’t get the two types confused.
• Quality time between the two of you is probably the biggest form of bonding between the two of you when you first meet and before you’re both really close to one another. He isn’t exactly ready to open up so someone emotionally and physically in the sense of forming a long term relationship, so the two of you bond by spending time together and figuring out what you both enjoy the most - and especially the things you have in common and you can do together in the future.
• Jason still very much needs reassuring words from you when he’s feeling insecure about the past or the kind of person he’s become, but brise you’re usually quiet anything you say to him means much more than you could ever imagine. Every word you ever speak in front of him he remembers and stores in the box in his mind which is finned with his treasured memories of you, and in his times of distress while you’re not around it’s these words that you spoke that bring him back down to earth and calm him down.
• He likes to give you small little acts of PDA if he knew that being overly affectionate would make you feel too uncomfortable while others were around. He’d usually put one of his arms around the back of your shoulders or play with your fingers while the two of you are in the company of others if this was how you felt - it if you are open to more PDA he’d happily give it to you at all times.
• Jason would never force you to interact with people you hadn’t met before or go to big social gatherings if he knew it would cause you to be upset. And even if you are close to the people around you, Jason would get very protective over them making you feel bad or uncomfortable as he’s always the type to be defensive of those he deeply cares about.
• If Jason knew you were okay with it then he’d tease you about your shyness when the two of you were alone, and he may even read you about how open and carefree you are when you’re alone with him compared to when you’re out in public. He’s always glad that you’re so close together that you can behave freely around him, but he also can’t hold himself back from his sarcastic and teasing ways.
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no bc I literally love him
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