#|| 🪼krash writes about ak!jason

[patchiko]

I'm a AK!Jason Todd angry cries truther so do you think he cries when him and reader have an argument. Of course he'd always hold back his tears while the argument was ensuing.

I THINK HE’D BREAK AT THE END OF THE ARGUMENT OR RIGHT WHEN THE ARGUMENT IS ABOUT TO END. ohh this is so anngsstyy i love u for putting this in my inbox while im decaying (doing) this god damn project i have.

brain rotting bc now im thinking about his fist all curled,

how he cant make eye contact or he’ll start sobbing on the spot,

how he’s practically shaking because he’s not ready to lose someone again,

his cheeks are all red while his whole body is burning and eyes are watery,

body’s so tense he’s shaking it’s screaming for him to leave before either of you get hurt,

and as soon as its over he’s out of your sight he’s biting down on his bottom lip while tears start streaming down his face on the spot, that pretty boy is letting out shaky breaths while he’s clutching his chest and sniffling so hard.

I NEED TO HOLD HIM IDC ☹️

[patchiko]

Ur writing makes me emotional im literally writhing on the floor jason let me take care of u bbg 😭 can u write smth ab him letting his s/o take care of him after a rough patrol? Can be sfw or nsfw

HEHEHEHE THANK YOU ANON!! I GOTT YOUUU

im so proud of this it took long but im literally writing this at 3:49 AM bc of the idea that popped up in my half asleep brain

Taking care of ak!Jason Todd after patrol!! (SFW FLUFFY FIC)

Night after night, Jason Todd would come home to you. Sometimes bloodied and bruised, sometimes frustrated and annoyed, sometimes his feet were dragging and his whole body ached. Tonight he slipped through your apartment window, smooth jazz played so lightly it took him a second to register it. A light in the dining room was on. He could’ve just showered to let the running water tell you he was home, and be greeted with your presence when he came out. But, tonight his eyelids were heavy and his body felt empty. Like a lost ghost, he longed for something that gave him a peace to rest his lamenting spirit. Jason wandered to you, it was second nature at times, he found you sitting at the dinner table working on your laptop.

Your gaze flicked upwards, the red of his helmet catching your eyes. “Welcome back!” You said warmly. Almost in an instant his body felt full, heavy, like he was about to melt into a puddle right then and there.

“Hey.” The helmets voice scrambler hid Jason’s mellowed tone. Slightly frowning underneath it because of its harsh manner, he promptly took it off. After sliding the cold metal off his head, his eyes met yours. You were smiling tenderly at him. Jason drifted toward you, when he got close he felt like his whole body would’ve dropped to your feet and he could in a dormant rest for centuries. As long as you stayed there of course. Hardly noticed how close he stood over you until he felt himself moving down to kiss your cheek. Jason stopped himself, “Can I?” he whispered to you feebly. You nodded to him with that warm smile he longed for desperately. Jason pressed his cold lips to your cheekbone, the sensation of your skin soothed that longing feeling. He pressed another one firmly, helplessly trying to quarrels his yearning soul. Jason caught himself, skin flushed as he dragged himself away.

A sigh escaped his lips and he started turning away,” Would you like one too?” He fixated himself back on you, you were still looking at him lovingly, your finger pressed against your lips, waiting for his response.

Wordlessly he bowed his head back toward you, turning his head for you to kiss his unbranded cheek. Jason wasn’t ready for you to touch that side of him so directly. He didn’t want you to meet the oily black hate, the only other thing that touched his heart, his longing, his ache as comfortingly as you did. The discomfort seeped from him when he felt your plush lips meet his skin, it wasn’t quick, not too long either. In Jason’s mind it was perfection, it made that tar that stuck in his veins seem like a pathetic substitute. It made his breath heavy, all but burdened with a swollen heart. It made him feel untouchable, not in his brutal norm but in a heavenly stillness. It made him scared. That you could take care of him, not just when his body bled but when you filled something enigmatically empty inside him. Something that he could only fill with that hate that he clutched onto like a boy to his mother.

Jason lugged himself away from you. He wasn’t sure what would hurt him more and he wasn’t ready to find out. He sat across from you pressing his callous palms against his face.

“Bad night?”

“Mhm. Something like that.”

“Need anything?” He already got it.

“No.”

He would be lying if he were to say he wouldn’t wish to a star like a child, asking for your ease indefinitely.

i love him☹️

[patchiko]

GIVE US MORE OF VIRGIN!AK!JASON PLEASEEEEE

I just imagine him saying that he had seen porn before and that the reader was much better lol 😂

FHORJFID

i can totally see him thinking about it— he knew most porn was fake but OHH MY GOODD IT DROVE HIM UP WALLS. Can’t stop blushing whenever a thought of it comes to his mind, thank GOD for the hood/helmet, cause these goons would be so confused when they see The Red Hood being a blushing mess while pointing a gun at their head LMFOAOSOS

i promise i will write more virgin!ak jason more🫶🏼

[patchiko]

Thoughts on Arkham Knight and tiddy sucking 👀. I feel like he'd be an absolute fiend for sucking on your breasts.

my funky ahh—😭😭

immediately thought abt sucking on HIS tits instead

can u blame me…

BUT ANYWAYS. YEAH- when he’s really horny he definitely cant help himself. gets so sloppy with it too ofjigjtiejelensksb