#Jason Todd x Dick Grayson

[midosune]

Day 1 of ODW

A young omega's first heat is always taxing, good thing Dick has Jason to hold him through it ❤️💙

RR ~ First Heat

[seren-dipitous-art]

Because I saw a picture of a motorbike so of course I had to draw ship art.

[necrotic-nephilim]

Nightwing: Brothers In Blood is such a fucking hilarious comic for DickJay content, given the bulk of the plot is Jason deciding to dress up as Nightwing and kill people which, Dick predictably is not fond of, as a concept.

There's so much in that arc that makes me unwell. Dick straight up saying he wishes Jason had died. The way they instantly banter when they run into each other before Dick gets mad at Jason for dressing up as Nightwing, then Jason begs Dick to work with him.

But what I think gets me the most is the outright confirmation of how even now, Jason still has a serious case of hero worship for Dick and just wants to be like him and get his approval.

nightwing (1996) #120

There's such a complex Jason has over Dick and it makes me Unwell. Jason identifying with Dick, wanting his attention, his approval. His love, even. I mean, later on when Jason gets kidnapped, in his mind he hallucinates Dick talking to him and it outright confirms he wants Dick to save him and Jason has a doomsday spiral about Dick not saving him, through his mental image of Dick.

nightwing (1996) #121

Jason wants Dick in his life, there's so much unrequited love and weirdness between them. They're so not normal about each other. Later on he sends Dick a note saying he just wishes they could be family again and I think it's so unhinged of Jason. Dressing up as Dick, just because of how much he loves and respects Dick. So much potential in that.

Also aside from all of that complex this comic is also hilarious for the bit it has where Dick accidentally takes a job as a model and has to dress up as Nightwing, specifically Jason!Nightwing because of the sex appeal Cheyenne (the woman Dick is seeing) thinks it has. And when he's on the runway and sees Jason in the audience he just jumps at Jason, in front of everyone, to beat the shit out of him, while dressed as Nightwing. Which the public thinks is a planned stunt to bank on the weird Sexy Rivalry between the two Nightwings currently running around. It's the most unhinged thing and I think it's so funny. Dick's sort-of-girlfriend makes him dress up as Nightwing!Jason because she thinks it's hot and it'll sell, then Dick beats Jason up in front of everyone, still dressed as Nightwing (specifically Jason), and it reads as a sexy performance modeling piece.

nightwing (1996) #120

Imagine being so weirdly homoerotic about your sort of kind of brother figure that you can't hesitate fighting him when you're supposed to be modeling and everyone thinks the tension is so good it's a part of the show. These two cannot leave each other alone with their weird tangled feelings for each other. I love it dearly.

[jasontoddsthickbabe]

I love me some Jason todd mmmmm he makes me feel all types of things and I love it 🥰 man pussy throbs every time I look at these pics of his or drawings on god he fine 💋💋💋

[issdisgrace]

FAMILY DINNER

WARNINGS: None

Another week, another family dinner. I don’t even know why I have to attend to these damn things. I got better things to do. I sigh as I enter the manor. Making my way to the dining room, knowing everyone would be there already, considering I’m 5 minutes late. Walking into the dining room, there is everyone as expected. I take note that next time I should be 10 to 15 minutes late rather than 5 minutes, so I can just eat and leave.

“Look who finally arrived.” Bruce says everyone’s attention turning to me. 

“Fuck off. You’re lucky I’m even here.” I say as I go to sit down next to the short stack. Of course, they would sit me next to the short stack. As I sit, the talking amongst one another continues up again. I pull out my phone to check if Roy responded to my text about going bowling and getting plastered this weekend. Of course, he didn’t respond yet. God, I wish it didn’t take literally fucking hours for him to reply to one text. Sighing to myself, I switch over and text Y/n. 

‘When I’m done here, can we go out and get drinks? I already feel like I’m going to one or four.’

‘I have a business meeting at 7 tomorrow that I have to get up early for so unfortunately no, but I can go out and grab you whatever.’

‘Ok. Could you get me a bottle of the good Russian vodka?’

‘Sure. Do you want anything else?’

‘No.’

‘Alright.’

I turn off my phone and place it down on the table. I go to listen to everyone else conversations when Damian asks,

“Todd, why are you wearing a wedding ring?” His question causes everyone to stop talking and look at me, leaving a oh so lovely silence. Great, I didn’t expect to be telling everyone tonight I was married. I guess it’s been a long time coming.

“Because I’m married.”

“What!!” Everyone exclaims.

“Since when.” Dick asks.

“Since a year ago. After being with my partner for 3 years.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Bruce speaks up.

“Well dear ole dad. I didn’t tell you guys I was dating anyone because I didn’t need any of you snooping into my life. Then I didn’t tell you I got married because I didn’t need you guys snooping into my life.”

“Pretty valid.” Tim says, looking up from his phone. 

“That’s what I thought too, Tim tam.”

“Rude, we just want to know if who you’re seeing is good for you.” Dick says.

“They are good for me and Alfred already approved of them, so do with that what you will.” 

“Alfred knew.” Dick practically shouts.

“Yes, I did, master dick. ‘’ Alfred says, coming out of practically nowhere with dinner. 

“I don’t know why you’re surprised dick, Alfred knows everything.” Tim said. 

“Well, does Alfred know everything about the person Jason’s married to?”

“I know quite about Master Jason’s husband, but I wouldn’t say I know everything about him.” Alfred says as he begins placing food in front of everyone, one by one.

“Husband!!” Dick exclaimes.

“Oh no, I’m married to a man.”

“He didn’t mean it like Jason. It’s just a little shocking.” Bruce says 

“I don’t care what way he met it…” 

“What is his name Todd?” Damian asks cutting me off. 

“Why do want to know, short stack?”

“I am curious as to who in their right mind would date or marry you.” 

“Oh fuck you. If you really want to know who I’m married to so badly, I’ll tell you guys but after that I’m going to eat and go home and you’re not going to bother me, ask me questions about my husband, or stalk my husband and do a background check on him. Alright.”

“Alright.” Most of them respond.

“His name is Y/n L/n.”

“Isn’t he an actor and like 40?” Tim asks.

“Yes, and he’s not 40, he is 38.”

“Damn.” Dick says.

“You got a problem with it, dick head.”

“No, he’s just what 13 years older than you.”

“Yes, and I don’t care. He loves me. He helps patch me up when I need help. He cooks for me. He gets me anything I want. And the sex is good, so what more could I want or need?” 

“We didn’t need to know the last part, Todd.” 

“Well, count your blessings that I didn’t say what we did.”

“Thank you for sparing the details, Jason.”

“Your welcome, old man. Now I’m fucking hungry and want to eat and go home, so no more questions.”

“Alright, Jason and we will respect your on not stalking, running background check, or anything of the sort on your husband. Right boys.”

“Right.” The others respond.

[godlygivenanxiety]

sometimes i gotta stop and look back to my tastes and realize that people wouldn't be able to guess what makes me tick just by asking what i ship 'cause....

like?????

[lars-n-drix]

Good Boy, Bad Boy

AO3 link

Jason calls Dick a 'bad boy' one time as a joke and how does Dick "dramatic ass" Grayson take this? Oh, he takes it directly to heart. Begging for Jason to take it back. That he knows he's a good boy and it gets to the point that it's annoying but Jason simply doubles down each and every time.

'I almost got groomed into the court of owls and even then, they never—never called me a bad boy.' And Jason just like; we'll deal with that later cause no shit they didn't call you a bad boy, you were being groomed; they were love-bombing you. And the rest of the bats are so annoyed by it that even they're begging him to just take it back. Damian even threatens to shoot him.

He only stops when he sees Dick start to go into a state similar to sub-drop. So he pulls Dick aside. Taking the younger to his room with a bunch of blankets and pillows set up on his bed. A rolling cart of snacks that Alfred and Bruce usually don't allow them to have with their training regime off towards the bed's edge. 'Jay—'

'Shh, just sit down. You don't have to perform or do anything for me. This is all for you.' Dick almost cries as he burrows under all the blankets. Holding a batarang plush close to his chest. Jason internally curses as he sees how vulnerable Dick looks. 'My sweet boy. My good boy.' Jason coos as he crawls in beside him. Wiping away the tears. ‘Best boy a dom could ever ask for. I’m sorry for being so damn mean.’ And Dick just clutches onto him.

They end up spending the day, binge watching whatever Dick wants to watch and eating all the junk food they can stomach.

[pekejscatbed]

I'm Feeling Devious (you're looking glamorous) | Dick x Jason x Roy x Wally

info/warnings: smut & fluff, ftm Dick, fingering, masturbation, filming, pseudo incest, idk what else to put

batman masterlist

I originally planned to have this posted almost two months ago, but then my cat, Cotton Candy, died. And then my other cat, KitKat, got sick a month later, and after syringe feeding her for two weeks, she died, too.

So, yeah. Fanfic author curse is real, I guess.

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Jason is in the midst of freeing himself of the Red Hood uniform when his phone buzzes from the couch, where he haphazardly tossed it upon returning to the safe house after a night of solo patrol; he sighs and ignores it, stripping himself from the rest of his uniform and his underclothes, leaving him in nothing but his Arsenal themed boxers, a black base with little red arrows and gray trucker hats scattered about and the words "Arsenal's Property" sprawled across the ass in fancy, red cursive lettering, custom ordered by Roy as a gag Valentines Day present a couple of years ago (he also owns a pair of Nightwing and Flash boxers, gags gift from all three of his partners that he wore regularly on nights like these, when he's stuck in Gotham by himself, missing his boyfriends who all are on a mission- though normally, they aren't all on the same mission, and Jason is just a little bit salty about it).

The phone buzzes again and this time, Jason picks it up, three messages lit up on his lockscreen under Roy's contact. Jason opens his phone to view the messages, one reading, "missing you jaybaby <3", the second showing a picture of Dick in nothing but his Red Hood red underwear and sitting in Wally's fully clothed lap, the gingers hands on Dick's chest and Dick's hands buried in Wally's fluffy red hair, and the last message being of a video, the starting screen showing an imagine of Wally in all his glory, one hand closed around his erect cock and the other over his mouth, like he's trying to keep quiet, and his eyes are wide open, seemingly staring at something to the side of the camera.

Jason flushes, warmth beginning to swirl around inside his gut as he sits down on the couch, tapping the play button.

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Roy hums into Wally's clothed stomach as the speedster runs his fingers through the other man's greasy hair and asks about the science behind some of Roy's trick arrows, the archer nodding in affirmation to Wally's most recent question, when Wally suddenly stops playing with the others hair and ceases his questioning, and Roy looks up at him in question only to see him staring at something behind Roy with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Turning his head, Roy wolf whistles at the sight before his eyes, a grin settling on his face; Dick is standing in front of the bed bare ass naked, and what a fine ass it is, back turned to his two ginger boyfriends as he rummages through his suitcase, pulling out a pair of red boxer shorts- the same exact shade as Jason's Red Hood helmet- and turns around, showing off his bush and smirking at the sight of the others as he steps into the underwear, pulling them up his legs. He doesn't put on a shirt, breasts on full display.

"You're drooling, Walls."

Wally wipes at his mouth with his hand. "You're just that hot, babe."

"Yeah," Roy nods in agreement and sits up from his place between Wally's thick speedster thighs, grin still on his face "I'd kill to be in that bush."

"Go take a shower, Roy." Dick smiles as he speaks, walking to the bed to lightly shove the archer off, who dramatically stumbles for a second before catching himself. The ravenette pulls him into a quick kiss then shoos him away, watching him walk to the bathroom Dick had just exited and listening for the sound of the water turning back on.

Dick crawls into Wally's lap at the sound of the water running, legs on either side of the latter's strong thighs. Wally is fully clothed, preferring the comfort of his Nightwing themed lounge pants and one of his old Flash t-shirts from before he became The Flash himself, the logo faded to almost nothing, while Dick prefers little clothes after bathing. Wally's hands easily find his boyfriends hips, Dicks hands running over Wally's shoulders to the back of his neck, curling the gingers hair around his fingers, and they both lean in, capturing each other's lips in a soft kiss.

"You taste like cookies." Dick speaks as he pulls away from the kiss, eyes roaming Wally's face, silently counting the freckles dusting his skin.

Wally hums, eyes closed as he soaks in his lover's attention, content. "Flavored lip balm. Do you like it?"

Leaning in for another kiss, Dick whispers "yes" against the speedsters' lips. His tongue darts out to lick at Wally's flavored lips, savoring the sweet taste of cookie lip balm, and Wally lets out a small groan into Dick's mouth, who takes the chance to slip his tongue inside the gingers mouth. As they kiss, the ravenette reaches for one of the hands on his waist, slowly guiding Wally to his chest, and he shivers as the hand cups his breast and thumbs over his nipple, bringing his own hand back to Wally's neck and burying his fingers in the others hair, lightly gripping as Wally begins to tweak his nipple. Dick's body reacts to his boyfriends' touch, hips rolling and grinding against Wally, who bucks his own hips up to meet Dicks, the movement and pressure going straight to the pair's groins, Wally's length hardening within the confines of his pants and moisture growing between Dicks legs.

As the pair continue to grind against one another, kissing and groping and moaning, Roy finishes his shower, exiting the hotel bathroom in nothing but a white towel that sits low on his waist, happy trail on display. He whistles again as he takes in the beauty that is his lovers moving together through gasps and pants, hands roaming each other's bodies. He wants to preserve the moment, to capture the charm and elegance that his boyfriends possess, that their bodies emit as passion and pleasure takes over and bubbles around them, spilling over their surroundings and filling the air with a pure, unfiltered lust that has Roy's whole body enveloped in warmth. The archer leans against the dresser/TV stand combo that sits on the wall across from the bed and grabs his phone from the corner where he set it when they came in, opening his camera to capture his lover's passion in a photograph- Dick's near naked body in Wally's lap, the two kissing and grinding as Wally gropes at Dick's bare skin and Dick tugs at Wally's ginger locks.

"Jay's gonna love this." Roy speaks as the picture is taken, then sets his phone back down, admiring his present boyfriend's bodies, their love, and the two take a minute to keep pressing against one another before they're pulling away to catch their breaths, and Dick turns his head to look at Roy, panting as he smiles.

"Wanna make him a movie, baby?" Wally whines and buries his head in the crevice between Dicks neck and shoulder, pressing kisses to his naturally tan skin. "You like that, Walls?"

Wally nods into the ravenettes neck, teeth grazing skin as he begins to lick and suck and nip.

"I think we should make him the star, yeah?" Roy's voice is deep, raspy with lust, and the words force another whine from Wally's throat.

Dick smirks in agreement. "Yeah." And then he's lifting himself from Wally's lap and off the bed, standing despite Wally's protesting, hands grabbing at Dick's arms in attempt to keep him there, held against Wally's warm body. Leaning down, Dick presses a soft kiss to Wally's lips and holds his face in his hands, forcing Wally to look up at him from his spot on the bed. "Wanna put on a show for Jason, baby?" Wally nods. "Be a good boy and listen to me then, okay?"

Wally nods again, a soft "okay" leaving his lips as he nuzzles into his boyfriend's hands.

"Good boy." Dick holds Wally's head against his chest for a moment, petting his ginger locks as Wally gives a sweet kiss to his breast. Then, Dick is pulling away, ordering Wally to strip as he walks towards where Roy is still leaning up against the dresser, watching them with a look of fondness.

He greets Roy with a kiss that ends as quick as it started, then stands pressed up against him, wrapping an arm around Roy's waist as an arm twice the size of Dick's own is wrapping around his shoulder, the two leaning on one another. Roy has his phone out again before Dick even has to ask, but Wally is already out of his clothes by the time he presses record; no matter, more interesting things will be happening tonight.

"What should we have him do first, doll?" The question is directed towards Dick, and he hums at Roy's words.

"I wanna see how long he can touch himself without cumming." Dick pauses to gauge Wally's reaction, who's erect cock twitches at the words. "You think Jason will like that?

Roy nods, because Jason is into that (especially when Jason himself is the one not allowed to cum). "Jaybird will love it."

"You heard him, Walls, be a good boy and touch yourself for us. For Jay."

Wally does as told, hand taking hold of his cock, thumb swiping over the slit and rubbing pre over himself, beginning to jerk himself as he watches Dick and Roy watch him. Dicks fingers rub lazy circles around his clit through his boxers, though his eyes are trained on Wally, watching the way the speedster strokes himself. Roy isn't touching himself, but the towel is gone, polling around his feet on the floor, and his cock is erect, standing tall and curved slightly to the left. He presses hot kisses into the skin of Dicks neck, pausing occasionally to suck and bite until a red mark blossoms like roses in the spring, and when Wally looks at Roy, Roy looks right back instantly, staring into Wally's eyes despite his mouth being attached to their boyfriend's neck. Wally's cock twitches in his hand, more pre beading from the tip and spilling over, dribbling down his cock and over his hand.

When he looks back over to Dick, he has to squeeze the base of his shaft, because Dick's underwear have been pushed halfway down his thighs and he has three fingers inside his pussy, and when he pulls them out, they're covered in a sheen liquid, before he pushes them right back in, and then Roy is moving his hand from around Dicks shoulder and down his back, then to his ass, then between his legs; Dick moans as the tip of Roy's index finger enters his already full cunt, and Wally groans in response as he throws his free hand over his mouth to quiet himself, the scene, the sounds all too much-

Spurts of cum erupt from Wally's cock, coating his stomach and hand in milky white: the first of many orgasms this night.

[sp-anotherbrickinthewall]

some old jaydick doodles

[bl34ch-dr1nk3r]

day 3 of lesbian jaydick, Now with angst!!

[49311grayson]

[JayDick] Mine

Dick: Little Wing! I forgot your name.

Jason, frown: Are you okay?

Dick, winks: Can I call you "mine" ?

Jason, rolling eyes: Can I say No?

[necrofage]

♱ FEEL SOMETHING — JASON TODD X DICK GRAYSON

synopsis: jason is reminded of some things from his past that he'd rather forget and dick comforts him — reassures him that he cares and it's okay to lean on other people sometimes, but... well. his little wing has always been a stubborn one so dick takes it into his own hands to truly show jason how much he cares.

wc: 5.2k

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62134735

tags: mxm , pwp , top!dick bottom!jason but really they're both switches , jason focused , starts with angst mb , fwb relationship but they clearly have feelings for each other , slow n sensual or sumn , overstimulation but like feeling wise , oral , anal , no prep sex , unprotected sex , dick talks A LOT during sex like he seriously does not shut up , crying during sex? u bet , maybe a little bit of a praise kink if u squint real close

an: first post yippie but there was no proof read annnd it isn't my best work. we die like jason todd or whatever. though i will say i wrote this in like. i guess a similar situation to jason (don't ask why i projected onto him instead of dick like i usually do, idk either) like i felt like shit over some stuff but then. well. it went in a different direction. my bad for being traumatized and horny guys!

what was jason's problem? it was just a stupid movie. it shouldn't have gotten to him like this. it shouldn't have made him think of talia — of how she'd played him like a fiddle. he'd been a kid — a stupid, dumb kid who didn't know any better. hell, he'd just been brought back from the dead; disoriented, confused, unsure of who he even was. sure, the dip into the lazarus pit had fixed some of that, but it hadn't fixed his anger, his fear of abandonment, his need to belong somewhere. how was a kid like that supposed to know what was happening to him was wrong?

abruptly, jason got up from the couch and moved to the huge window of dick's studio apartment that has... honestly, a decent view of the city from the higher floor. he leaned on the artificial windowsill; some set of drawers that was gifted to the golden boy of gotham as a housewarming present by none other than bruce. jason rolled his eyes at even the thought of the estranged man, pressing his lips together tightly as he shook his head — right now isn't about bruce. that's an issue for another day. he looked out into the city, wiping at the stubborn moisture in his eyes. what the hell was wrong with him? he was over it! he'd been over it for a long time!

"i'm fine," he stated gruffly as he registered the fact that dick had paused the movie, not even giving the older man the chance to speak. "don't ask. just... don't talk to me right now." and dick frowned; concern etched on his face as he watched jason stare out the window. he could see the tension in jason's shoulders — the way his hands now clenched tightly at his sides. it always hurt dick to see jason like this, struggling with demons from his past that they all thought he'd put to rest.

with a weak sigh, dick stood up and walked over to jason, placing a relaxed hand on his shoulder. "hey," he said gingerly. "i won't ask anything, but you know i'm here for you, little wing, yeah?" jason tensed under dick's touch; his jaw clenching as he held his peeved gaze out the window. he didn't want to be touched right now �� didn't want the comfort, the sympathy. he didn't deserve it. he just wanted— no. he deserved to be left alone to stew in his own misery. "yeah, well. maybe i don't need you to be here for me, dick," he snapped, heedlessly shrugging dick's hand off his shoulder. "maybe i can handle my own shit without you hovering over me like some kind of mother hen."

he then turned to face dick; his tear-filled eyes harsh and accusing. "you think you know everything about me, don't you? think you've got me all figured out just because we fuck sometimes, huh?" dick's eyes widened at jason's words before his expression softened. he knew well that jason lashed out at times, but he never would have expected the man to bring up something like their relationship in a hostile way. despite his shock, dick held his ground, not backing down from jason's strident words. he could tell that jason was on the verge of truly lashing out — on the verge of saying something that would really hurt dick before he would gather his things and storm out of the apartment until he would come climbing back through that vast window in a few days time; using that curt tongue as a shield against vulnerability.

"jason, no," dick said quietly, taking a step back to give the younger man some sort of space as his hand fell to his own side. "i don't know everything about you. i don't even know half of it anymore, but i do still care about you, more than you seem wiling to acknowledge." he sighed softly; his hand moving up to hesitate in the air as if he was holding himself back from touching jason again, which he was.

dick's voice dropped to a low grumble; a further hint of worry shining in his eyes. "i just wish you'd let me in, jaybird. let me help you carry some of that weight instead of shouldering it all alone, you know?" jason scoffed, rolling his eyes at dick's hopeless attempt at empathy. he crossed his arms over his chest, hunching his shoulders as he turned back to the window. the city lights twinkled mockingly outside, reflecting the cold, hard glare in his eyes.

"you think i haven't tried letting people in?" he scolded bitterly. "every damn time i have— every time i do, i end up getting humiliated. so yeah, i'd rather not go through that again." he hesitantly directed his focus back to dick, turning to face him again; his voice dropping to a low whisper, barely audible over the distant hum of the city outside. "it's safer this way. easier. don't make this harder than it has to be, dick." and yet even as he spoke the words, jason felt a pang of loneliness — a desperate longing for connection that he quickly suppressed.

dick's heart ached at the pain and resignation in jason's voice — he could tell the words were more to convince himself than to convince dick. he wanted to reach out — to pull jason close and promise that he would never hurt him, but he restrained himself, knowing better than to bombard jason with anything during times like this, even if it seemed it's what he wanted — what he needed. instead, dick took a deep breath and spoke amicably, calmly. "i understand, jason. but please know... you can't push me away completely. i'm not going anywhere no matter how hard you try to make me — we both know that."

he paused, considering his next words carefully. "if you ever feel ready to open up again, i'll be here. and if you're never ready, that's okay. i just... i want you to know that i'm here, jason." dick offered a small, encouraging smile, hoping to chip away at jason's defense — or at least just show that his words are genuine.

jason swallowed hard, quickly turning back to the window as he blinked rapidly to clear the sudden sting of tears from his eyes. he hated feeling weak, hated showing any kind of fragility. it made him feel exposed — raw, like an open wound, oozing with blood just waiting to be cleaned and picked apart. but there was something about dick's quiet persistence — his refusal to simply walk away when jason pushed him, that made the younger man's walls start to crumble. just a little bit. enough to let a sliver of hope shine through the cracks.

jason cleared his throat roughly, turning to face dick once more. his eyes were red-rimmed, yet almost completely dry; his expression guarded but not entirely closed off. "okay," he said gruffly; his voice cracking slightly on the first syllable. "i won't... i can't promise anything, but... i'll keep it in mind."

dick nodded attentively; relief washing over him at jason's words. it wasn't much, but it was a start. a tiny crack in the fortress jason had to build around himself. a glimmer of possibility. "that's all i'm asking for, jay," dick whispered, offering jason another small smile. "just remember you can come to me with anything. no pressure, no expectations."

he hesitated for a long moment before adding, "what do you say we get back to our movie? or if you'd rather do something else now?" dick kept his tone light, trying to steer them towards safer waters after the emotional turbulence of the last few minutes, and jason considered dick's question for a second, debating whether he wanted to continue that god-forsaken movie or not. in the end, he decided that distracting himself might be the best course of action right now. surely, he could continue watching the movie now that he's gotten the memories crashing through him out of his system, partially with dick's help.

the younger man shrugged one shoulder indifferently. "movie's fine. whatever." he took a deep breath, steeling himself before stepping past dick and striding back over to the couch, flopping down onto it heavily. jason grabbed the remote and unpaused the film, feigning intense interest in the flickering images on the television screen. inside, though, his mind was still churning with the ghosts of the past and the confusing swirl of emotions stirred up by his short conversation with dick.

it had been... well, jason wasn't sure how many years it had been anymore. his life has been a constant blur ever since he crawled out of the agonizing depths of the lazarus pit — his only clear memory being the moment he would honestly die for again just to forget. that night in the warehouse. that stupid fucking clown's laughter. the brutish blows of the crowbar against his skull. the hope that batman — that bruce — would be there to save him soon, and then the fear when he realized the man wasn't coming. the betrayal he felt in those last ten seconds; the ticking of the bomb counting them ominously before his entire world went black.

he couldn't even remember his time with talia, but it didn't matter — he remembered how he felt. he was cared for, maybe even loved in some twisted way, and oh, did he crave it — that feeling he hadn't experienced since his own mother died before bruce took him in. bruce had his own ways of caring, he'd come to realize. he understood the man better now that he himself had grown to be stoic, closed-off, unwavered by his emotions. but when he was a child; that lonely, troubled boy... he hated the man. and he hated dick. the golden boy. the first robin. the older boy didn't want anything to do with jason taking over his mantle, and really... jason couldn't blame him for that anymore. if bruce was hard on him, he could only imagine how it must have been for dick at times.

jason kept his gaze fixed firmly ahead, unwilling to meet dick's eyes as the older man settled back down beside him with a new distance between them that wasn't there before. dick, however, watched jason intently, noting the meticulous avoidance of eye contact. he understood to a degree — jason needed space to process whatever was going through his mind. dick would respect that boundary. for now.

as they resumed watching the movie, dick found his attention drifting between the screen and jason's profile. he studied the lines of tension in the younger man's form — the slight tremble of his hands that still gripped on tightly to the remote. despite jason's best efforts to appear detached — to appear unbothered, dick could sense the turmoil beneath the surface even if he wasn't entirely clued in on where it originated from this time.

feeling a surge of protectiveness and concern, dick reached out and smoothly brushed a strand of hair from jason's forehead. his touch was light, soothing — a silent reminder of his presence and support. jason's breath hitched at the unexpected touch; his skin tingling where dick's fingers just barely grazed his forehead. for a moment, he froze, caught off guard by the warmth of that simple gesture. then, with a shaky exhale, he relaxed into it, allowing himself to absorb the comforting sensation; the tension seeping out of his muscles with each passing second. he felt... safe with dick — sheltered from the storm constantly raging inside himself.

when dick's hand eventually fell away, jason didn't not notice, but he didn't reach for it back either, content to maintain their now comfortable silence. though he still avoided meeting dick's gaze, jason's posture eased; his shoulders dropping from their rigid slump. he was grateful for the understanding — for the gentle reminder that he wasn't alone in this struggle even if he hasn't accepted it yet.

dick noticed the subtle shift in jason's demeanor — the way his body language softened as he allowed himself to relax in dick's presence. a warm glow spread through dick's chest at the realization that his presence — his touch — had provided some measure of comfort and solace for the wounded man.

as the movie neared its late climax, dick found himself leaning closer to jason, drawn in by the younger man's quiet strength and resilience. he wanted to be there for jason — to offer a steady anchor amidst the turbulent tides of his emotions. when the credits finally began to roll, dick turned in his seat to face jason fully; his cobalt eyes searching the other's face. there was a depth of understanding and empathy in that gaze that spoke volumes about their bond — about dick's feelings for the stubborn man.

"hey," dick said faintly, reaching out to brush jason's cheek with a loosely curled fist. jason blinked slowly as the movie ended, momentarily disoriented as he emerged from the cocoon of the cinematic world that unwelcomingly dug up his own past within his mind. the gentle caress of dick's fingers against his cheek drew him fully back to the present, and he found himself leaning into the touch almost instinctively. he met dick's gaze then, really met it for the first time that night, and what he saw there made his breath catch in his throat. there was no pity, no judgement, only a profound understanding and acceptance that truly stole the air from his lungs.

at that moment, jason felt stripped bare, laid open before dick in a way that should have terrified him. instead, he felt a strange sense of peace wash over him, a certainty that he was exactly where he was meant to be. jason swallowed thickly; his voice rough with emotion, vulnerability as he whispered hoarsely, "yeah?"

dick's heart skipped a beat at the defenseless look in jason's eyes — the way the younger man seemed to trust him with his very essence. it was a precious gift, one that dick vowed to cherish and protect. "you've been through so much, jaybird," dick murmured; his voice subdued and tender. "and you're still standing, still fighting. that takes an incredible amount of strength and courage, you know."

he leaned in closer, until their faces were mere inches apart; his breath ghosting over jason's slightly parted lips. "i see you, jason todd. all of you. and i choose to stand by your side, no matter what." jason's pulse raced as dick's words washed over him, filling him with a warmth that had nothing to do with the physical proximity. he felt seen, truly seen, in a way that he rarely experienced — and it scared him, exhilarated him, made him feel alive in a way he thought he'd lost forever.

and then dick was closing the remaining distance between them, giving jason plenty of time to pull away before their lips collided in a kiss that was both delicate and passionate. jason's breath caught in his throat in the way it usually does when dick is around; his heart pounding wildly against his ribcage for a moment, he wondered if he should push the older man away — if he was ready for this level of intimacy; it feeling extremely different from their usual encounters. but then dick's lips were on his, and all coherent thought fled.

jason melted into the kiss; his own mouth moving tentatively against dick's as as he explored the familiar territory. and dick savored the sweet, addicting taste of jason, the softness of his mouth against his own. he deepened the kiss, exploring further as his tongue darted out to slowly, almost tenderly trace the shape of jason's lips.

his arms wrapped around the younger man's waist, pulling him close. he could feel the heat radiating off jason's body; the rapid thrumming of his heartbeat echoing his own. breaking away from the kiss, dick trailed hot, yet gentle kisses along jason's jawline and down the column of his neck; his hands roaming over jason's back, tracing the contours of his muscles.

dick was lost in the intoxicating scent of jason, the taste of his skin, the feel of his body pressed against his own. every nerve ending was ablaze with desire, every inch of him yearning for more — to show jason how much he truly cared for him.

jason gasped as dick's lips left his own — the sudden absence making him ache for more. he tilted his head to give dick better access; a needy whimper escaping him as he felt the first subtle nip of teeth on his sensitive skin. his hands came up to tangle in dick's hair, holding the other man close as he arched into the sensual assault.

the feel of dick's strong arms around him, his talented fingers roaming over his back, sent shivers racing down jason's spine. jason's own arousal was building rapidly; his cock stiffening against his thigh as dick's skilled mouth worked magic on his neck. when dick finally pulled back to meet his gaze, jason's eyes were glazed with lust; his cheeks reddened with a deep crimson.

the sight of jason, flushed and panting, eyes dark with desire, nearly undid dick right then and there. he'd seen the younger man look so beautiful, so utterly wrecked with want so many times before, but it never failed to leave him speechless. with trembling hands, dick reached for the hem of jason's shirt, tugging it upwards. jason lifted his arms obediently, eagerly — allowing dick to strip him bare from the waist up, which he did oh so carefully, tossing the garment to be forgotten on the floor.

dick took a moment to drink in the sight of jason's toned torso. the defined lines of his abdomen, the dusky nipples already pebbled with arousal. unable to resist, he leaned forward and laved over one nipple with his tongue, relishing the sharp intake of breath from above. his hands continued their exploration, mapping the planes and angles of jason's chest, tweaking a nipple between his fingers are he continued to suckle and nip at the other.

a strangled moan tore from jason's throat as dick's mouth fully closed around his nipple; the dual sensations of tongue and teeth sending bolts of pleasure straight to his groin. his hips writhed involuntarily, seeking friction as he silently cursed the layers of fabric separating them. jason's fingers tightened in dick's hair as the man lavished attention on his sensitive buds. each pull of dick's lips, each scrape of teeth against delicate flesh, stoking the flames of jason's desire higher and higher.

lost in the sensation, it took jason a moment to realize that dick had shifted his attention to the opposite nipple, leaving the first slick and aching. a low keen escaped him, half-pain, half-pleasure, as dick repeated the ministrations, alternating between soft, kitten licks and harder sucks. and oh, did dick revel in the sounds jason made — the desperate little moans and mewls that spoke of pure, unadulterated bliss.

dick could feel the other man's arousal, hard and insistent against his own, and it only fueled his desire — his hunger. dick released jason's nipple with a soft pop, trailing sloppy open-mouthed kisses down his sternum as he worked his way lower. he hooked his fingers into the waistband of jason's sweatpants, tugging them down along with his boxers in one swift motion.

jason's cock sprang free, thick and heavy; the tip already glistening with pre-cum. dick's mouth practically watered at the sight, and without hesitation, he guided jason to lie back on the couch as he shifted slightly away, giving himself enough space to lower his head and engulf the eager member in the warm embrace of his mouth.

jason cried out — a raw, guttural sound torn from the depths of his being, as dick's mouth enveloped him. the wet heat, the firm suction, the clever flick of that wicked tongue against the weeping slit of his cock — it was almost too much, too intense after the teasing touches and kisses. his hips bucked instinctively, driving himself deeper into dick's willing mouth. one hand still fisted tightly in dick's hair, anchoring himself, while the other scrabbled against the back of the couch, searching for purchase in a world that narrowed down to nothing but sensation.

jason's mind was blank; his thoughts scattered to the four winds as dick worked him over with lips and tongue and teeth. dick hummed around jason's cock; the vibrations adding another layer of pleasure to the already overwhelming sensations. he set a slow, almost teasing pace, bobbing his head deliberately to take jason as deep as he could; his nose brushing against against the wiry hairs at the base of the younger man's shaft.

one hand slid up jason's thigh, finding the sensitive spot where the leg met groin and applying a gentle pressure — his thumb circling the muscle in an attempt to coax forth more of that delicious pre-cum. dick's own arousal throbbed in time with jason's; his cock straining against the confines of his jeans. he knew he wouldn't last much longer, not with jason's flavor exploding on his tongue and the desperation in the other man's movements and noises.

jason's world soon shattered into a million pieces; his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave. he shouted dick's name — a benediction and a plea all in one, as his release pooled into the older man's mouth and down his throat. the intensity of it stole his breath; left him gasping and shuddering through the aftershocks. dimly, he registered dick releasing his softening cock, gentling him through the final tremors with soft licks and kisses along his shaft, his thighs, his abdomen.

it seemed an eternity before jason could catch his breath, before his heart rate slowed to something resembling normal. when he finally opened his eyes — when did he even close them? — it was to find dick watching him with a mix of satisfaction and barely restrained hunger. jason managed a weak smile, reaching to cup dick's cheek with a trembling hand; his voice wavering as he whispered. "dick, i..."

dick only chuckled in response; the sound low and husky as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. the hand fell shortly after, moving to mirror the other one delicately cradling jason's hip as he leaned back in, pressing a kiss to jason's knee. jason watched the man intently; a glimpse of fragility in his eyes as dick's lips leisurely trailed up his body.

jason's pulse quickened under dick's touch; his body responding eagerly to each unhurried press of those firm lips. once dick reached jason's lips, one hand moved to cup jason's cheek, tilting his face up gently for a searing kiss that left no doubt about his own desires. though, dick soon broke the kiss; a soft whimper escaping jason as his tongue immediately darted out to lick his own lips, tasting the faint remnant of dick's mixed with his own load. dick smiled as he watched the sight before murmuring against jason's lips, "tell me what you want, little wing."

jason wanted to say something profound, something poetic about the depth of his longing, but all that came out was a hoarse whisper, "i want you inside me." the words felt raw, exposed, but they were true. more than anything, jason craved the feeling of dick's cock stretching him, filling him, claiming him in the most intimate way possible.

jason spread his legs wider, baring himself completely to dick's gaze, and reached for the older man's clothed bulge with slender fingers. those fingers squeezed lightly around the hot, ridged length hidden away, rubbing it slowly as dick groaned at the feeling; the touch both very welcome and maddeningly insufficient. "please, dickie..." the need in jason's voice sent a jolt of lust straight to dick's cock; it twitching nicely in jason's hand. then, in one fluid motion, dick rose to his feet and shed his clothes with a purposeful slowness. as each article fell away, dick revealed more of his own toned physique — the muscles rippling beneath his skin as he moved.

by the time he stood completely naked before jason — his cock jutting proudly from a thatch of dark hair — the younger man was staring with rapt attention. dick prowled closer, closing the distance between them until he loomed over jason's seated form. his hands moved with purpose, grabbing a firm hold on jason's knees to shift his position on the couch, making him sit in the proper position.

dick dropped to his knees on the floor and pushed jason's thighs apart further, settling between them. his hands gradually moved to jason's hips, grabbing onto them with a firm hold before pulling him to the edge of the cushion so that their bodies aligned perfectly. dick quickly positioned himself at jason's entrance — the blunt head of his cock nudging against the tight ring of muscle.

he locked eyes with jason, holding his gaze as he slowly began to push forward, breaching that initial resistance and sinking into the welcoming heat inch by excruciating inch. jason arched off the couch; his back bowing as dick's thick cock forced its way into him. the stretch was exquisite — a delicious burn that already had him seeing stars. he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, focusing on the pain to anchor himself against the overwhelming pleasure.

once dick was fully seated into him and stilled, jason exhaled shakily; his chest heaving against the older man's as he leaned forward to hold him close; his hands finding purchase on the first part of dick's body they could find — his biceps. the feeling of being so thoroughly filled, claimed, possessed — it was indescribable. it was as if every cell in his body sang in harmony with dick's presence inside him. "oh, god," jason breathed; his hands moving up to rest on dick's shoulders, nails digging in sharply. "you feel... haaah... so good..." he rocked his hips experimentally with a drawn-out moan, savoring the friction, the subtle glide of dick's cock within him.

dick's grip on jason's hips tightened; fingers digging into the flesh as he fought to maintain control. the sensation of jason's inner walls clenching around him, the way the younger man's body yielded to his invasion, was almost too much to bear. "fuck, jaybird," dick growled; his voice strained slightly with effort. "you're so tight, so perfect... always so perfect..."

he began to move then, withdrawing until only the tip of his cock remained inside jason before surging back in, setting a slow, steady rhythm. with each thrust, dick angled his hips to hit that sweet spot deep within jason, determined to provided the younger man some sort of relief with his slow pace.

and jason's head thrashed from side to side against the plush couch; his vision blurring as tears welled up in his eyes. the couch creaked ominously beneath them, but jason was lost to everything except the incredible sensation of being fucked — of being loved, cared for — so thoroughly, so... passionately. jason's legs wrapped around dick's body; ankles locking at the small of his back as jason tried to pull him impossibly deeper, and that told dick that the tears in jason's eyes were good. still, though, dick reached up with one hand; the other gripping tighter at jason's hip to gain back some of the leverage, as he cupped jason's cheek, gently wiping those tears away with his thumb.

dick leaned forward, planting a string of soft pecks to jason's lips, whispering between each one. "so good, baby," kiss, "you're doing so, so good for me," kiss, "feels so good," kiss, "love you, jason," kiss, "i love you so much," kiss, "my little wing," kiss, "my beautiful, strong boy," and even though dick had wiped jason's eyes free of tears, they were flowing steadily from the emotional onslaught. dick had always — always — made him feel like he was the entire world, but this... this felt different, deeper, like this was more than their usual fuck, which it was — and even though that terrified jason, he never felt better. never felt more important, more loved — genuinely loved.

one hand slid between their straining bodies, finding jason's renewed weeping erection and wrapping around it firmly. dick stroked the man in time with his thrusts; the dual stimulation designed to push jason over the precipice as dick continued to whisper sweet nothings against his lips. the additional stimulation proved to be the final straw for jason despite the slowness of it all. with a ragged cry, he came violently; his cock pulsing in dick's grasp as waves of intense pleasure crashed over him once more.

his body trembled underneath dick; his brain nothing but an emotional, love-drunk mess as he continued to sob. his inner walls clenched around dick's throbbing shaft, milking it for all it was worth as he rode out the forceful aftershocks. through it all, dick continued to pound into him; the touch on jason's cock gentling as he drew out jason's climax until the younger man was a quivering, spent mess. only then did dick allow himself to surrender; his own orgasm hitting him like a freight train as he buried himself to the hilt and stilled — his cock erupting deep within jason.

they soon collapsed together, panting and slick with sweat — jason's body still fluttering around dick's softening cock. as the haze of pleasure cleared, dick became even more aware of jason's trembling form, the way the younger man's body still clung to his with a desperate intensity. a surge of protectiveness washed over him for what could have been the fiftieth time that night, mingling with the lingering afterglow of their passion.

carefully, dick withdrew from jason's well-loved hole, watching intently as a trickle of cum followed his cock out. he slowly moved, taking his original seat on the couch before gathering jason into his arms, cradling him close in his lap as he pressed tender kisses to the top of his head. "you okay, jace?" he murmured; his voice rough with exertion and concern.

he held jason securely, reluctant to let go, savoring the warmth of their entwined bodies and the knowledge that he'd given the other man such an intense experience. jason nestled into dick's embrace; his cheeks resting against the older man's chest as he listened to the soothing beat of his heart. for a while, he simply savored the closeness, the comforting weight of dick's arms around him, the gentle rise and fall of his breaths.

'i'm more than okay,' jason thoughts; a small smile tugging at his lips. 'i'm exactly where i'm meant to be.' after a moment though, he lifted his head, meeting dick's gaze with his own misty eyes. "i'm good," he assured softly, reaching up to cup dick's face in his palms. "better than good, actually. thanks to you." jason leaned in, capturing dick's mouth in a slow, sweet kiss, pouring all his gratitude and affection into the tender press of lips before he settled his head back against dick's chest.

jason isn't sure when he fell asleep, but as he barely comes to, he's sure that he's safe — that he's loved — with the way he's gently placed into dick's bed, the way he's carefully tucked into the warm comforter, the way those strong arms soon snake around his waist and pull him close. maybe... just maybe it won't be so bad if he let dick in past the walls he built.

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[thinkingofausername]

Every time Dick Grayson calls Jason Todd "Little wing" or "Jaybird" ten years get added to my life span

[calligraphist-artemisia]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Marriage, Moving In Together, Dorks in Love, Dick Grayson Loves Jason Todd, Jason Todd Loves Dick Grayson, Established Relationship, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary:

Moving was something Dick was very familiar with. His earliest memories had been filled with traveling on the road with his parents and the rest of Haly's circus. As an adult, he'd had to move from apartment to apartment for a variety of reasons and had never felt the need to really carve out a home for himself, but things had been different since he started dating Jason. Suddenly, he wanted a home. He wanted a place to call their own. And when they got married, that was their first major decision as newlyweds.

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The boxes were unloaded from the moving truck, the furniture arranged to their liking, and some of the essential areas were unpacked (or partially unpacked). There was still a lot to do, but Dick thought they’d done pretty good in the five hours they’d been working on it and that they deserved to take a little break.

Surprisingly, Jason didn’t argue.

He kissed Dick on the cheek and handed over a bundle of curtains they’d selected for the bedroom. “I’ll go heat up the food if you finish putting up these.”

“I can do that,” Dick replied, taking the heavy fabric into his arms. The hardware was already installed on the wall, so all he needed to do was slip the rods through the curtains and put them up. Easy.

The blackout curtains had been bought at Jason’s insistence. They were double layered, black on one side and patterned with squares of red, blue, green, and yellow all outlined in thick black lines on the other. It wasn’t something Dick would have normally bothered with, but he had to admit that it added a little life to the room.

Jason had gone on to match the rest of their bedding and decor to those curtains and Dick had been happy to take a step back and let him play around with colors and styles. His biggest contribution had been in picking the side tables, which used an elephant with an upturned trunk to support the glass tops.

(“Baby, I love you, but this is the only room you’re putting elephants in,” Jason had told him when Dick proudly pointed out the table’s he’d selected.)

Dick lifted the second rod into place and took a moment to fluff the curtains so they laid more nicely. Then he stepped back to get a good look, his toes sinking into the plush navy rug that ran up under their bed. They looked perfect, adding just the right amount of vibrancy to the room without being too intense.

His task was completed, so Dick headed downstairs to the kitchen, where he found Jason hovering over a pot at the stove. He stopped for a moment to admire the view of his husband so at peace doing something he genuinely enjoyed and then quietly made his way over.

Jason didn’t flinch at all when Dick wrapped his arms around his middle and pressed a kiss to the back of his shoulder. The corner of his mouth quirked up into a smile and he leaned back into the embrace, so Dick stood on tiptoe to give himself the extra inch or so to rest his chin on Jason’s shoulder and peer down at what he was heating up.

“Alfred sent over a few things, but I thought soup would be best for lunch,” Jason explained. “I also have bread heating up in the oven.”

“Sounds perfect. Want me to set the table?” Dick asked.

“That would be great. But first…” With a mischievous grin, Jason set down the spoon he was using to stir the soup and then took Dick’s hands in his own as he turned around to face his husband. Jason raised Dick’s left hand to his shoulder while lowering his right to the lower part of Dick’s rib cage. Their remaining hands remained clasped together as Jason led them in a slow waltz around the kitchen.

Dick laughed giddily as Jason spun him around and then dipped him low to the ground. Their eyes met, sharing a spark of love and joy. Dick’s breath caught in his throat at the way Jason held him up so effortlessly. There was no fear of being dropped.

“I love you,” Dick said breathlessly.

Jason’s arms didn’t tremble at all as he lifted Dick partway up, bowing down at the same time to meet him for a deeply sweet kiss. “I love you too,” he said as he reluctantly drew back.

Dick pulled him back for a second, much more brief kiss and then Jason helped him stand up straight. A third kiss was shared in their half-unpacked kitchen in their new house and Dick knew in his soul that it was the start of a beautiful, brand new chapter in their lives that would be built on the sturdy foundation of their love.

[jasontoddsthickbabe]

I need this man to rail me like make it hurt ruin this mmm 😋 lol I’m down I wanna get on top and ride him…ride him so good ughh my pu$$y throbs for him lol sry not sry

[devo-james]

def jason todd and dick grayson coded

guy who says "FUCK!" to every minor inconvenience x guy who says "oopsie daisies" to earth shattering catastrophes