#ak jason todd imagines

[killakalx]

17+ content, blank blogs dnf

rough sex, prone bone, doggy style, choking, hair pulling, light belly bulge mention, pussy eating (as always), he’s a meanie i fear, ak!jason on the brain

mmm jason 'don't run from this dick' todd... he's got you drooling in the sheets and weakly clawing at them to tug away, just for him to shift his angle and get even deeper inside you when he pulls you back. each flinch away from him prompts a deeper thrust, constantly leaning his built upper body over you and forcing your hips to fall. the grip he has is bruising and he’s using his weight to hold you down, cooing into your ear with condescension as he informs you- I can only hold this ass up for so long, princess. all while jason’s fucking your whole body into the mattress after your pathetic attempts to pull away falter, a rough palm bigger than your fucking head squishing your face into the sheets as spit dribbles from the corner of your mouth in ecstasy. useless slurs of words prompt him to pull your head back, fingers tangled in your hair and wrenching your neck to make you look at him with teary eyes as he tells you to try again.

or maybe you're reaching your hand back to rest on his pelvis while you're whining for him to be gentle, just to get a reminder of his overwhelming strength when he folds your arms against your back and forces you into a deeper arch. you’ve gotten all brave, actively trying to push him off of you- stupidly, even. the fuck do you think you’re doing-? he laughs cruelly at you, and it takes nothing for jason to snake his hand around your neck, fingers straining your throat as he pulls you flush against his broad chest and abs. the sudden breath that’s taken away has you all lightheaded and limited to short pants, leaving you to weakly cling to the same hand on your throat. your gaze falls upon your lower tummy and not only do you feel him, you can fucking see him splitting you open- how deep inside your belly he gets with each thrust.

and just throwing this in there; he's got you trying to get away from his mouth too. legs shaking as he rudely sucks on your clit and you've got the nerve to pull on his hair and urge him away. it takes little to no time for him to pin your hands against your lower tummy while his free hand is forcing your thighs to wrap around his head. he’s softer with you when he’s not pounding you until your weeping cunt is all puffy and sore, though; fat tongue lapping at your hole and groaning as more slick settles on his lips, hooked nose nudging the sensitive bundle of nerves and making you see stars. still creamin’ all over my face, jason grumbles against your core, ‘m not fuckin’ you hard enough, huh? and at this point, you can’t recall if your desperate squirming turns him on more or pisses him off- even when considering the harsh slaps against your thigh and ravenous groans into your cunt. ❧

[i-yap]

I just love thinking about jason x reader

Big bulky jason who has so much trauma and issues and needs and why would you even dedicate your entire life being patient and kind with him

But that same jason refuses to let u out the bed. The jason that will press Your feet after HE is the one who just went crime fighting

Jason who Hates being separated on his days off and will sit beneath the table between your legs hugging your waist with his on your thighs if you're doing work or meeting or studying

Jason who literally Hates work, vengeance, revenge, mafia stuff , crime fighting , saving the world ..basically anything that makes him spend time away from you.

Jason who prolly just leaves all this behind and genuinely works at processing his trauam . Becomes a literature teacher in a nice university. Settles down with you and have a normal life...give you the life you deserve

Not before saving up enough from mafia/batpay to give you the best luxury

Jason who just wants to stare at you , Hold you, get kisses from you forever

[allllium]

★ Jason Todd Fanfic Recommendations ★

Part One • Part Two

.★. .★. Hurt/Comfort .★. .★.

Text Me

Window Pains

Fight

↳ [ @sanguineterrain ]

Out of the Bag

Comparisons Pt.1

↳ [ @indulgentdaydream ]

° Be With You ~ [ @chaotic-birds ]

Pregnant ~ [ @millyhelp ]

Domestic Headcannons ~ [ @morverenmaybewrites ]

Nightmare ~ [ @fcthots ]

I Feel Safe With you ~ [ @acourtofidiots ]

Name ~ [ @gay-dorito-dust ]

Nightmares ~ [ @killishin ]

Angel Baby ~ [ @aries-writingblog ]

Don't Want you to go ~ [ @dollfacefantasy ]

Nightmare ~ [ @gothamhappiness ]

Touchstone ~ [ @baesonjason ]

[redr0sewrites]

giving Jason vs Ak!Jason head

🥀A/n: lmk what yall think of this type of format for a post!!

🥀Cw: smut, dirty talk, praise, fluffy aftercare, degradation, use of "slut", blowjob

🥀minors dni

one difference between our usual Jason Todd and Ak!Jason is how rough they are. specifically, how rough they are with you.

when it comes to Jason, he's all about your comfort and pleasure, especially when you're giving him head. he pauses to let you breathe, praises you for taking him so well, and his hand never leaves your face as he strokes your cheek soothingly. he calls you his darling, and pulls out before cumming on your chest.

but Ak!Jason? he's more than willing to be mean. he makes you gag on his cock, relishing in your whimpers and moans as you struggle to take his length. a sly hand pinches your nose as you take him, causing you to gag and struggle to breathe around his thick cock. he mocks you, calling you his pretty little slut and teasing you about how eager you are. he's cumming in your mouth or on your face, theres no in between, and he'll make sure to scoop any of his cum that you don't swallow back into your mouth with his finger.

both agree that aftercare is important, but Jason is much more open and honest about his feelings. after returning the favor with a few more rounds, he's running you a bath and making sure you don't have to lift a finger, changing the sheets and even carrying you back to bed. he's whispering sweet nothings in your ear, cupping your face in his hands and reminding you of how much he loves you. Jason holds you against his chest until you fall asleep, safe and content in his arms.

meanwhile, Ak!Jason is unsure of what to do next after collapsing beside you after a few more rounds. the both of you are exhausted and sticky from sweat and fluids, yet he can tell that you are much more tired than him. he takes the initiative to get a warm, wet towel and wipes you down while your still in your post orgasmic haze. he doesn't brush you off when you cling to him, and he can't deny that he misses the intimacy of your touch. he missed you. while he doesn't say it aloud, his actions scream i love you as he pulls you close. he murmurs, "not a word about this in the morning", and pretends not to notice the soft smile that graces your features as you fall asleep in his embrace.

yes, Jason and Ak!Jason are different in many ways, but both love you unconditionally.

sorry this is unedited and un-proof read i am lazy 💀 i will probably reblog this in the morning at a more acceptable time of day but i am too fucking lazy to learn how the que thingy works and some of my scheduled posts have been Eaten™️ by tumblr sooooo erm yea suffer. anyways!!! hope u enjoyed!! I AM BEGGINGGG FOR JASON TODD REQUESTS ESP THIRSTS PLSPSKSPKSSOSLPS PLEEASE

[hanasnx]

Now that you've opened your inbox to DC! Men I'm just going insane! I have so many thoughts on this and now I'm going to flood your inbox with it, if that's okay.

I don't know about you, but I see AK!Jason falling (or just getting obsessed) over a real sweety reader. He would be in an immoral mix of how to take her to his cage with all his charm and suddenly he's just ponding your guts like u know ak would do, all cocky and massive and stuck up.

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: hi :) i got this yesterday & i would like to tell u i love getting inbox messages so i implore you, flood my inbox.

JASON TODD never thought too hard about who he’d end up with. Concealed in the background of his mind for so long while he’d planned every other detail of his life out to fulfill one single vindictive plan. Now that he’s more or less free, he looks at you completely bewildered as to how he managed to cuff you. You’re nothing like him, save for a few domineering qualities you adopt when you’re disrespected, but other than that you’re… soft. Pliant. Sweet. When you hold his hand, you just clutch onto two of his fingers. You’re half his size. You’re adorable. A part of him wishes he could spend all day pinching at your cheeks and bullying you into whining indignantly at him.

He bullies you other ways instead. Charms you like a snake with all his sweet-talking, mouthing at your neck and smacking your little ass until you’re ready to do what he wants. Now he’s got you backing up on his cock with your hair roped around his palm. “Huh? What’s that? You like your guts fucked?” he jeers, a wolfish grin tugging at his lips as he’s yanking you back into his thrusts.

“Jason!” you whine at him indignantly, just how he likes it as he snickers at you. Squeezing your eyes shut, you brace the pain that comes with his length lodging all up in your insides, kissing your cervix. Not many like that sort of thing, but he loves that you do.

“You like this shit? You like it when it hurts? So fucking freaky, baby. Never would’ve guessed by lookin’ at’cha.” he degrades and you cry out as he rolls his hips the way that makes you howl. Bent over in front of him, his large hand comes down to swat your round ass that ripples with impact. A sweet little thing like you, drooling all over him because he’s being mean to you. “What’s next, huh? You want bruises?” He feels you clench down on him and he can’t help but laugh at you.

[fcthots]

Shower sex with AK!Jason please?👀

-🥃(can I take this one?)

ofc u can!

Jason's showers were always quick and efficient. Unless he was injured, he never showered for more than 15 minutes.

You wanted to see if you could change that.

He always showered after he did anything involving his vigilante life, so all you had to do was wait. Usually he returned while you were asleep, but you made sure you stayed up tonight. Energy thrummed beneath your skin. It was hard to keep still.

You waited, sat on the counter in only a robe. He always went straight for the shower before coming to bed. The adrenaline will have yet to wear off. You cross your legs.

Usually you get sleepy Jason at night, cuddly and tired. Not tonight.

He walks in quiet on his feet, trying not to wake you. That is until he steps into the bathroom and sees you smiling at him.

"What are you doing up?"

"Waiting for you." You grin at the smirk that spreads over his face.

"Oh yeah?" he asks. "And why would you do that?"

"Cause you missed me?"

"I did," he approaches you painfully slow, "didn't I?" He trails his hands to your knees and speeds them apart. "Is this all for me?" He starts slowly dragging his fingertips to your inner thighs. He laughs to himself. "Oh, sweetheart, you shouldn't have."

You stop his hands with your own. "Let's take the to the shower." you hop off the counter. "Shall we?" You feel his hands slip out of yours when you turn.

He holds onto your robe as you walk so it slips off your shoulders and onto the floor.

Not even five minutes later, he's got you pinned to the wall. Your fingers scratch lines down his shoulders and back. You make a pathetic little nnn sound.

"Shh that's it, baby. Just take it."

You can't form the words to respond.

"You been waiting all night for this, haven't you? Been waiting all night for me like a good little slut."

[dollishbabess]

ROMANCE-TOBER :: MOTORCYCLE RIDES AT NIGHT

a/n: omgg I’m gonna need to write every Jason romtober post AFTER OCTOBER AS A MASHUP WITH ALL THE ONES I MISS because I fucking delayed each one!?

I’ve been so busy today and lately and barely had time for myself or motivation I think it’s because I haven’t had my favorite energy drink in a while but tonight WE ARE GONNA WORK!!

The cool October air nipped at your skin as you stood on the quiet street, waiting for Jason to arrive. The evening had already begun to chill, and you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to fight off the shivers creeping in. You didn’t have to wait long, though soon enough, the low rumble of the stupid motorcycle Jason owned echoed down the street, followed by the unmistakable sight of Jason on his sleek black bike.

He pulled up beside you, his dark helmet concealing the mischievous smile you knew he had beneath. With a smooth motion, he kicked down the stand and swung his leg over the seat, pulling off his helmet to reveal his tousled hair and those sharp, playful eyes. The streetlights overhead cast a soft glow over him, making him look even more irresistible.

“Ready for a ride?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. He held out his helmet for you, a challenge in his gaze. “Or are you too cold to handle it?”

You laughed, rolling your eyes as you reached for the helmet. “I’ll be fine,” you said, though a shiver betrayed you as soon as you spoke, was Elsa dominating this October season or something.

Jason chuckled and held up a hand, stopping you before you could put the helmet on. “Nah, I can’t have my girl freezing out here.” Without hesitation, he unzipped his leather jacket and shrugged it off, handing it to you. “Here, take this. I’ll be fine.”

You blinked at him, surprised. “But won’t you get cold?”

He shrugged, smirking. “I’m tough. Plus, you can make it up to me later with hot chocolate, Lets just hope I don’t get frostbite.”

‘What a dramatic man’ you thought to yourself with a smile, you accepted the jacket and slipped it on, immediately enveloped in the warmth of the worn leather and Jason’s scent something comforting and familiar, like smoke, leather, and the faintest hint of gunpowder. It was big on you, but the warmth it provided was enough to keep you from complaining. Besides, there was something endearing about wearing his jacket.

“Thanks,” you murmured, zipping it up and feeling its warmth spread through your body.

Jason nodded, watching you for a moment before his gaze softened. “Looks good on you,” he said, his voice lower now. “Better than it does on me.”

You felt your cheeks warm, though you weren’t sure if it was from the compliment or the heat from the jacket. “Alright, show off. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

Jason grinned and handed you the helmet again, waiting until you were all set before he swung back onto the motorcycle. You climbed on behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso and leaning into his warmth. The chilly air still nipped at your skin, but being so close to him, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your hands, made it all much more bearable.

“Hold on tight,” he said over his shoulder, his voice playful but with a hint of seriousness.

And with that, the motorcycle roared to life, and you were off.

The streets of Gotham blurred around you as Jason expertly maneuvered through the darkened roads. The wind whipped past you, chilly but invigorating, and you held onto Jason a little tighter, resting your cheek against his broad back. The city’s lights twinkled in the distance, casting long shadows across the pavement, but with Jason in front of you, the darkness felt far less intimidating.

As the bike sped up, the cold air seemed to fade, replaced by the warmth of his body against yours. Every turn, every subtle shift of the bike, felt effortless in his hands, and you couldn’t help but admire how natural he looked on his motorcycle. It was like the bike was an extension of him—dangerous, sleek, and thrilling all at once.

Jason’s voice cut through the wind as he shouted over his shoulder, “You doing alright back there?”

You nodded, though he couldn’t see it, and shouted back, “I’m great!”

The ride continued, the two of you weaving through Gotham’s less traveled streets. Every now and then, Jason would slow down, letting you take in the quiet beauty of the city at night. The leaves on the trees had started to turn shades of gold and red, adding a pop of color to the otherwise dark surroundings. It was peaceful in its own way, Gotham’s chaos seeming far removed from this moment.

Eventually, Jason pulled into a secluded spot by the waterfront, where the city’s skyline stretched out across the river, lights reflecting off the rippling water. He killed the engine, the sudden silence almost deafening after the constant hum of the bike. You stayed seated for a moment, both of you still basking in the lingering adrenaline of the ride.

Jason turned his head slightly, his voice soft now. “How was it? Still cold?”

You shook your head, grinning as you finally released your grip on him. “Nope. That was amazing. And this jacket definitely helped.”

He smirked, turning to face you. “Told you I’d take care of you.”

You climbed off the bike, a little shaky from the excitement, and handed the helmet back to him. “You always do,” you replied, your voice quieter now, more sincere.

Jason set the helmet aside and stood, reaching out to pull you into his arms. You melted into his embrace, feeling the warmth radiating off him even in the crisp October air. His hands found their way around your waist, holding you close as you both stared out at the city together.

“You’re warmer than the jacket,” you murmured, nuzzling into his chest.

Jason chuckled softly, his breath warm against the top of your head. “I better be. I don’t let just anyone wear my jacket.”

You looked up at him, meeting his gaze. His eyes, usually so sharp and full of mischief, were soft now, full of something deeper. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, and you felt your heart swell with affection.

The two of you stood there for a while, wrapped up in each other and the quiet night, the city’s lights dancing across the water. The ride had been exhilarating, but this this moment right here, with Jason holding you close was perfect.

“Next time, though,” Jason said, his voice low and teasing, “we’re getting matching leather jackets. Can’t have my girl outshining me effortlessly everyday.”

You laughed softly, resting your head against his chest once more. “Deal. But I still think I look better in yours.”

He chuckled, pulling you even closer. “Yeah, you do, Your technically a homemade supermodel at this point”

And as you stood together in the cool October night, the warmth of his body and his jacket keeping the chill at bay, you couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

@dollishbabess - do not copy, repost, or plagiarize or post on different sites or translate!

Second divider: @cafekitsune

[ravenna-reid]

Ok but hear me out.

Jason Todd and Forensic Psychologist Reader.

Imagine you caught Jason's attention when some of his guys were randomly discussing who the best forensic psychologist in Gotham City was. After that, he made it his mission to find out everything about you, and in the process he ended up becoming sick with infatuation.

So now you've been, well, you wouldn't call it dating but you'd both been seeing each other for a few months. Up in your penthouse apartment, far from the common Gotham crime. It made Jason glad, the idea of you being so high up and far away from the dark alley ways and thugs. But what really made him sleep a little easier at night was the fact that he had installed new locks onto your windows and door.

So now you both laid there, tangled in your silk sheets. Jason was whispering sweet nothings to you in between kisses.

"My little psychologist." His lips locked onto yours before you pulled away.

"Little?" He stopped looking for your lips and finally opened his eyes to take you in. Even when you were trying to look annoyed you were gorgeous.

"I meant it in an endearing way. I promise."

"Well, your little psychologist has to go to work now." You teased as you began to manoeuvre your way out of his large arms. Jason quickly tightened them around your waist.

"No wait-" He said pulling you back in. Jason accidentally let that slither of desperation show again. But you loved it. "Stay, please."

Wry smile on your lips, you began to slip back into bed. "Alright, but only because it's you..."

You initiated the kiss this time as he melted back into your touch. Hands travelling around your waist to your back. Body pressed against yours.

"My little vigilante." You laughed, and he gave a smirk in return.

[thesandsofelsweyr]

⚠️ cw: smut (⚤)

Jay loves the little whimper you make when you slide down his cock to the hilt. He has to fight the urge to flip you over and take you from behind like two rutting dogs, but part of his healing is giving up control to you, little by little. Trusting you with his fragile self.

[x-gabrielle-x]

More like Angels

Pairings: Hades!Jason Todd x Angel!Reader.

Warnings: MDNI, smut, mentions of torture (tongue cutting, nudity, etc), forbidden love, possession, minor injuries.

Summary: Jason Todd, one of the most powerful Greek gods, takes a specific liking to a certain Angel.

Jason knew that he was obsessed the moment you had stepped into the underworld, but who was to tell him that his obsession was wrong?

You must have been the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen, your soft hair falling over your shoulders in waves and your wings strong and beautiful, dragging along the polished floor behind you with grace. You were adorned in gold jewels from Hera, and a white gown that hugged your curves perfectly and left little to his imagination.

Although your gaze was downcast, stood behind Hera, or otherwise his sister, Cassandra, he could see the innocent curiosity in your eyes as you glanced around his palace. It must have been very different compared to your home in Olympus. When you finally noticed his gaze, you were quick to avert them back to your feet, a deep blush coating your cheeks.

Jason knew then that he had to have you.

Somehow, he had managed to convince Hera to stay longer than intended, meaning that you would be staying, too. Jason would find any pathetic excuse to get you alone, sending the other angels off for tasks but insisting that you stay at his side. For what reason? He never said.

He would make flirtatious comments whenever he could, loving the reaction he pulled from you every time. Your flustered expression would always play in his mind, and it only made him do it more when you had no intention of stopping him. A god and an angel were never meant to be, and Jason knew this very well.

When you had asked him a question about his home, referring to him as Hades, he was quick to correct you almost instantly. It was Jason to you. Only you. Of course, you had been hesitant to refer to him as his proper name, but after consistent reminding from Jason, you had slowly begun to ease into the routine, secretly loving the way his name practically rolled off your tongue.

He found any excuse to touch you, whether it be simply grazing the tips of his fingers along the feathers of your wings, claiming how soft they were, or simply reaching over to feel your flesh against his own. You let him, loving the feeling yourself. No god had ever been this intimate with any angel before, yet Jason planned to change that.

It was no surprise to Jason when he heard the rumors - he would pass his servants within the corridors to which he would hear the quiet murmurs of whispers and burning eyes. Maybe he should have felt embarrassed, afraid even, but he couldn't help the pride blooming within him.

You, however, were much different. You could feel the lingering gazes of people whenever you stepped out of your room, deciding then that it was best to just stay in your room alone until you were personally requested by the gods. You hated the watchful eyes, hated the whispers and false rumors that continued to spread, and it made you fearful of what could happen if the gods were to find out your close relationship to the god of the underworld.

You had to admit that you loved Jason's presence. He was charming, daring, kind (to you, at least), and behind all of his anger, gentle. You refused to admit it to yourself, but you held a strong attraction for the young god.

Jason would always have a close eye on you, watching as you flowed with grace so easily around his home. It was like you had lived here this whole time. He swore that you would purposefully tease him, wearing clothes that were snug on your hips and breasts, talking to him with that sweet voice of yours... and he hated how much it affected him.

Of course, you weren't aware of this until later he had you pinned against your bedroom wall, lips trailing down your neck in pants and open-mouthed kisses, leaving purple marks in his wake. Anything to prove that you were officially his.

It had taken you by surprise, but you didn't hold back from kissing Jason back when his lips finally landed on yours, rough and wanting. His hands were eagerly grasping at the plush of your ass, causing for your mouth to open in a gasp which he quickly used to his advantage, slipping his tongue in.

Jason swore that you were a gift sent to him from heaven, and in a certain sense you were.

"You do this to me on purpose," he rasped against you.

"Do what?" You breathed, your lips chasing after his when he pulled back slightly, eyeing you with what you placed as lust.

So stupid, so naive.

His fingers were brushing against your skin, trailing down from the strap of your dress and over to your wings that fluttered at his touch. You let out a shaky breath when he slipped the strap of your dress off from your shoulders, letting the top of your dress drop down the curve of your breasts. Jason was instantly taking you in, admiring your bare body before him. You felt uneasy under his burning gaze, but before your arms could move up to cover your body or your wings could move to wrap around you, he was pulling you in for another deep kiss.

The both of you stumbled over to the bed, his hands pushing you back as your body landed upon your soft sheets that he ensured the maids laid out for you.

He wasted no time in brushing his nose against the nape of your neck, his lips brushing against the warm flesh. Your scent was arousing to him, like honey and rain. You were so oblivious to him, so oblivious to how much he craved you.

He took a moment, admiring your body laid out before him, your eyes staring back up at him with the same passion he held. The dress still hung loosely on your hips, and he was quick to rip it from your body. Jason's mouth practically drooled once he saw your bare cunt between your thighs.

"Beautiful, my love," he whispered, barely audible, but you heard it.

He knelt down, hands parting your thighs and breath hitting your slit. Any attempt at closing your legs was a fail when Jason kept his hands strong in place.

"Jason?" You questioned, voice like honey to his ears. "I-I don't know if we should do this."

He glanced up, meeting your eye and seeing the evident uncertainty held within them.

"Afraid somebody will catch us?" He teased, though you didn't return his smile. "Let them," he finished, before delving into your pussy.

You couldn't help the moan that slipped your mouth when his tongue flattened out against you, lapping at your juices. His nose nudged at your clit causing for you to gasp, and a single digit slipped into your cunt with ease. Jason pumped his fingers, craving the sounds of your moans and whimpers as you writhed, body shifting and fingers tugging roughly at his hair.

He couldn't have loved it more.

His lips attached to your clit, sucking and tugging at it gently that caused your back to arch, your mouth open in a silent moan. Your eyes were squeezed shut, but Jason tapped your thigh impatiently.

"Eyes on me, angel," he spoke into your pussy, the vibrations causing for another wave of pleasure.

"Jay-" you whimpered, and Jason felt the blood rush down into his pants.

Just as your climax was right at its peak, Jason pulled back with a mischievous smirk, crawling back to hover above you. The tears threatened to spill from your dark lashes, the coil in your stomach beginning to fade. You couldn't help but to buck your hips slightly.

Shrugging off his shirt, he tossed it randomly onto the floor and dove back to your lips, only this time, it was gentle. His hand combed through your hair, feeling it between his fingers. You would have thought it was all innocent and sweet if it weren't for the very prominent budge pressing against your upper thigh.

"Give me your hand," Jason demanded, and you listened. Your hand came up before his face and he grabbed it firmly within his own, brining it down to his pants.

He chuckled at the wide-eyed look you gave him. "Don't worry, Angel. You want to make me feel good, don't you?"

You nodded your head, and he took that as his sign to finally bring your hand down to his clothed bulge, watching you intently as your fingers travelled along his cock. He couldn't hold back the deep moan when you pressed down on him.

Jason wasn't a patient man. He was quick to strip himself of his pants and watch you admire his body. Big, muscled, and beyond anything you had seen before. You wondered what the others would say if they saw you right now - you would be kicked out of your home in Olympus, even possibly killed for your sins! Yet, you paid no mind as you let your hands wander Jason's body, craving to feel it against yours. Your cunt pulsed with need, and Jason knew this.

"Please, Jay," you begged, kissing his cheek and then his lips.

Jason watched you, silent, but then he tapped the side of your hip with his finger.

"Get on your hands and knees."

You did, your ass on display for his view and wings laying neatly over your body. You looked back at Jason as he took you in, his hand squeezing at the plush of your ass. Without another word, he was lining up behind you, cock pressed against you as he unintentionally bucked his hips, causing for the both of you to moan.

"It will hurt," he said, voice gruff yet full of determination. The tip of his cock pocked at your entrance, and you knew he wasn't lying. He was big.

He began to slip in, and you cried at the painful stretch. You were thankful that he had prepared you moments before. A tear slipped down the curve of your cheek the more Jason pushed in, and he hushed your cries when he bottomed out.

His hand laid against your back, following the arch and then caressing your soft wings. For a moment, you both sat still, adjusting to the new feeling of him inside you.

Jason hovered over your back, pressing his lips behind your ear before he began to move. It was small, short thrusts at first, but it soon turned quick and hard. The pain soon turned to pleasure, and your face laid pushed into the sheets as moans spilled out from your mouth.

"Fuck, you know you could get in so much trouble for this, right?" Jason grunted, landing a slap against your ass. You yelped, but he quickly eased the pain by rubbing his palm over the raw skin.

You tried to retort, but a particular hard thrust cut you off with a whine.

"I can't let anybody else have you... You're mine, Angel."

You knew he was right. With the many hickies littering your skin, the bruises that you were sure would show up by the morning between your thighs, you were Jason Todd's.

You breathed out, looking back at him once more with your teary eyes, although full of love. "I'm yours."

For the rest of the night, the room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping on skin, broken moans, and heavy pants. When the time came that you had both grown sweaty and exhausted, Jason had laid beside you with an arm pulling you in close, your body being enveloped by him in warmth.

Jason hadn't seen you as much the past two days.

Though your behavior was normal between the two of you, everybody had just seemed to drag you away from him. First, it would be some of his servants and then the other angels, then eventually his sister was requesting your presence more often too.

It was also strange to him when Cass had insisted on speaking to him - tone blunt and firm.

So here he was, sitting upon his throne as she was stood before him, as well as his two brothers.

"What makes you think that they can enter my home?" Jason demanded, his gaze drawn to his sister in anger, but she remained stoic.

"Jason," his brother, Dick, spoke up. "We know about the girl."

Jason felt his heart rate quicken, though he didn't show it. He remained calm in his posture and only raised a brow.

Hera, or Cassandra, shook her head. "It was already a mistake coming to stay here, Jason, but it was an even bigger mistake to take her innocence."

Jason scoffed. "I haven't seen her for days. Your accusations are wrong," he spoke, but he felt his stomach drop when the three eyed him carefully, the large doors behind them swinging open to reveal your broken form.

You had two people on either side of you, dragging you into the throne room as you wept in their arms. When they tossed you onto the floor before him, he had the chance to properly take you in.

Your clothes were torn and dirty, practically already falling off your body and revealing yourself to cruel eyes. You had multiple cuts and bruises across your body, your wings a messy wreck, and just by looking at you Jason could tell that you were weak and vulnerable. It angered him.

"You dare do this in my home?" He growled, eyes burning with fury as he stood from his throne. "Release her!"

Dick shook his head. "We can't do that, Jay."

"Don't ever fucking call me that!" Jason attempted to walk to you, but his path was blocked. More people began to crowd the room, and the only thing Jason could hear was the horrified whispers and your loud sobs.

"She has broken one of the many laws, Jason. She's a traitor." Hera spoke, pointing to your frame. "She must be punished. If it weren't for your own selfish desires, nobody would be in this current situation."

The murmurs of the onlookers made his fury burn. How dare these people look at you - belittle you - in front of him?

"She should have her tongue cut out," A voice spoke from the crowd. "Hell, even rip her wings from her body!"

The last thing Jason heard was a loud cry and then crimson red blood seeping onto the floor. Gasps and screams filled his palace, and Jason turned to his siblings, the bloodied man below him nothing more than dead flesh.

"You leave my realm at once before I do the same to all of you," Jason began. "If you ever come back, I will rip your limbs from your body myself and feed you to Cerberus."

Jason swore he had never been so angry in his life.

His three siblings looked at him. Was it disappointment? Anger? He didn't care. Not now.

"She's not welcome back. If she does, I'll kill her myself," Cass spoke, before eyeing your form and walking out the door. His two brothers following behind.

Jason rushed to your side, and you didn't hesitate to throw your arms around him despite your pain, crying into his shoulder and his shirt soaking your warm tears.

It was then that Jason decided he would never let you out of his sight. You were his, and he would kill anybody who tried to take you from him.

©x-gabrielle-x. Do not steal, copy or translate my works.

[killakalx]

18+ content, MDNI.

breath play (?), choking, brief mention of orgasm denial

“what was that?” the arkham knight rumbles beneath the thick modulator, thrusts slowing by a fraction as a gloved hand tightens around your throat. the grip is bruising, clamped around the front and sides of your neck to cut off blood flow and breath alike. it’s different—crueler, compared to past men, like he wants you to pass out while he fucks you deeper. your free hand—because the other is locked under a painful pin to the mattress—moves to wrap around his wrist, holding on and tugging in an attempt to beg for air.

“you sound fucking stupid,” he chastises as black and white spots your vision, “snapped one of my best men’s neck for ogling at you, y’know that? so what the fuck is that attitude for?” by now you can’t even recall what you’d said to elicit this correction of behavior, but you mouth pathetic apologies through silent gasps for air in hopes of even an ounce of forgiveness. you can distantly hear him continuing, calling you all types of spoiled and ungrateful, all types of degrading names while he pounds your pussy sore as your eyelids flutter and eyes roll back dangerously far.

the worst part; the fear of losing consciousness, being left in his hands as you’ve drifted away from the lack of oxygen? it all turns you on that much more. it’s embarrassing how tight you get around his cock, legs trembling around his torso as your back arches away from the squeaking mattress.

“you like this shit,” jason calls you out, “fuckin’ hell- you wanna cum from getting choked out? ‘s that it?” he leans forward so his upper body weight joins the pressure on your throat, and the only noise you make over the lewd sound of your pussy squelching around his cock is equivalent to that of a mouse. you struggle underneath him and he gets the point, yet it only seems to make him dead set on fucking you just like this.

“you’re staying like this until you cum,” he orders through a distorted rasp, “y’catch that? ‘m not letting go until this nasty cunt creams on my cock.” it’s as if he wants an actual answer, and you’re not even present enough to act like you’re looking for one. your consciousness teeters away as your orgasm coils in your tummy, and the rough fabric of his gloves only digs deeper into your skin.

“I know you fucking hear me,” you make out his words, and you’re pulled away from the sheets by the neck for the soul purpose of being thrown deeper into the dip of the bed. it allows a pathetic gasp of air before you choke on the same bit of oxygen. “which is it, huh?” the answer’s evident when you tense, nails clawing at his arm as your orgasm washes over the lightheaded haze you’re in.

[melloollem]

I don't have a problem with rereading characters, but when it's the first time a character has hit the mainstream media and it's a reread, it's horrible and pointless, how are you going to rewrite a character that new fans don't even know how it was written? And the first vision of the character is going to be a wrong and distorted one. Ak Jason Todd? Reread (you may think it's a bad reread, but it's still a reread worthy of the name), Jason was already known to that audience (comics), the fans already knew who he was, fine. Titans Jason Todd? His first time in a major medium (Series) and his values have been distorted or simplified, that's not a retelling (You may like the titans Jason, that's not my point).

[allllium]

★ Jason Todd Fanfic Recommendations ★

Part One • Part Two

.★. .★. Fluff .★. .★.

Touch Starved

° I know

Insecure Partner

Rules

Flowers

↳ @fcthots

° Low-Rise Melancholy

° Cuddles With Jason

↳ @stararch4ngelqueen

Reporter!Reader

Werewolf!Jason

° Asexual!Jason

Baby

In the Buff

↳ @sanguineterrain

Casually Proposing to Jason Todd

Showers

↳ @spidernuggets

Cooking Lessons

Meet Cutes

Drabble

↳ @indulgentdaydream

Bath

Soft!Jason

↳ @gay-dorito-dust

Moon Struck

Banished

Wash his Hair

↳ @mostly-imagines

Nightmares

Showers

↳ @thesandsofelsweyr

Appetizing

Physical Affection

↳ @weneepie

Dreaming of You

A Knife For The Ribs

↳ @bloodswrd

Attention

Cuddles

↳ @jaysgirlx

Number 1 Super Hero

Craves Love

↳ @aldryrththerainbowheart

° Touchy Reader ~ @katsumox

We got Love ~ @makethatelevenrings

° Cold Sheets ~ @coaaster

° You're Going to be a Grand... Bat ~ @twilight-orchid

Time ~ @somewherebetweendisorder

Drabble ~ @fic-over-cannon

In Sickness and In Health ~ @i-talk-too-much

Lost Time ~ @fluentmoviequoter

Say Sorry ~ @dancewithdeath11

Jason Showing his Love for you ~ @applejuicebegood

Wants to be Loved ~ @chaotic-birds

Vampire ~ @rent-a-bat

Dating Jason Todd ~ @goldierey

Clingy Thoughts ~ @i-yap

Furry New Beggings ~ @robinsfilm

A Broken Mug ~ @jjenthusee

Red Hood Gets Sleepy Too ~ @jasontoddproblems

Don't Go Disappearing On Me Again ~ @rambling-at-midnight

A Step Towards Him ~ @heavysighing-dreamyeyes

Knives and Needles ~ @moonlit-imagines

Jason takes care of you after getting your wisdom teeth out ~ @pedrasacorn

Soft, Sleepy, Affectionate ~ @dxckgrxsonx

Dating Jason Todd ~ @luv4jason

Dog ~ @fir3flytv

Single Parent!Reader ~ @thirstydemisexual

Pics of Jason ~ @killakalx

[redr0sewrites]

Could you do Arkham Knight Jason? Or if not just regular canon Jason, and the things you can unintentionally say to him that would get him hot under the collar? What can you say intentionally to make this man blush like a tomato and have him kicking his feet, sighing dreamily like a schoolgirl when he thinks about it later. Give us your takes on my special bbygirl

🥀A/n: could NOT choose between the two sooooo i added both... teehee!!!

🥀Character(s): Ak!Jason x reader, Jason Todd x reader

🥀Cw: fluff, suggestive, no smut but mentions of sex/praise kink, jason being a liiiiittle horny

🥀minors dni

Jason Todd:

Jason is absolutely whipped for you, any and everything you say makes him fluttery !!! he's disgustingly in love with you and is not afraid to show it

starting off strong for any unintentional comments, any possessive or jealous statements definitely excite him. he would never purposely make you jealous, but Jason can't deny that he finds it attractive when you refer to him as yours. if someone is flirting with him in front of you (and not taking the hint that he is NOT interested) and you interrupt them and say like "thats my boyfriend", Jason nearly giggles!!!

additionally, loves when you call him "my partner", or "my love". anything that depicts him as yours, because yes, he is yours, and you are his. not in a controlling way, but in a "i trust you to give my whole heart to you i love and trust you completely" way

this isn't exactly a comment, but he really appreciates when you defend him? if someone is talking about how he's a murderer or a monster, he certainly doesn't outwardly say anything, but if you speak up about it? he's smiling to himself and blushing like a schoolgirl. Jason would never ask you to defend him, but it's very reassuring to know that you would regardless

when it comes to intentional comments, its even easier to fluster him

flirting, even corny flirting, always makes him very happy. you guys could be married for 12 years with two kids and you using a cringey pickup line still makes him weak in the knees. he loves being romantic with you, and when you are intentionally being romantic in return, it just really affects him positively

sooooo starved for compliments. especially when it comes to his body or looks. after the lazarus pit, his entire body changed. he skipped years of his life, changing from a 15 year old boy to a 19 year old man. he grew in size and strength, and it takes him a while to get used to his body.

it could be as simple as calling him handsome! it just makes Jason feel appreciated and he loves that he appeals to you physically.

i think he's the type to have a bit of a praise kink, so when it comes to compliments, it either makes him really soft and romantic or it takes a different route that leads to the bedroom. he loves praising you, but he really doesn't receive enough praise so it matters a lot to him

COMMENT ON HOW STRONG HE IS AND HOW SAFE HE MAKES YOU FEEL HE WILL MELT. if you say anything along the lines of "being around you makes me feel safe", he will probably cry and makeout with you whaaat who said that 😇 Jason would never want you to be afraid of him, and he cares a lot about your comfort. the idea that he makes you feel safe and comfortable is something he can't understand, and doesn't comprehend how someone as perfect as you could be with him. so please please PLEASE tell him that he makes you feel safe and secure.

Ak!Jason Todd

now Ak!Jason isn't as easy to fluster, simply because he doesn't outwardly show it as much, but he still has a few things that make him tick

when it comes to unintentional things, reassuring him that you'll stay by his side no matter what is a big one. he's lost people, including himself, and he doesn't want to lose you too. reminding Jason that you're going to stay with him, and that you love him unconditionally, is one of the easiest ways to fluster him

another thing that reminds him of how much he loves you is when you shit talk people together. in my opinion, there is nothing more gratifying as someone who's been through abuse than to hear someone else realizing the truth about the people who hurt you. if you started hating on the joker, or criticizing batman's methods, Ak!Jason immediately has heart eyes!!! especially if your animated and funny about it.

if you have any personal vendettas or people you hate, Ak!Jason will gladly join you in venting and ranting. he thinks it's attractive when you compare others to him, claiming that he's so much better than your exes, and ranting on and on about how hot he is and how much better he treats you. he wants to know he's doing a good job, but it's also a bit of a relief that you think highly of him yk? he's also more than willing to make them "disappear" if they're bothering you..

Ak!Jason is more of the jealous type, and would be a lot more into you admitting that you're his than he's yours. if another Big Bad™️ was flirting with you, say for example, Scarecrow, and you respond that you're already taken, or that Ak!Jason is your boyfriend? not only is it a show of your loyalty, but its also really hot in his opinion. he also beats up Scarecrow, but that's irrelevant....!

when it comes to intentional things you can say, this is a bit trickier

like canon Jason, Ak!Jason is a bit insecure about his appearance, especially his scars. if you were to compliment his scars, he wouldn't believe you at first. Ak!Jason does not have much love for himself, and doesn't believe that you can truly see him as attractive when he's so scarred, physically and emotionally. PLEASE compliment his scars, it will not only fluster him but help rebuild his confidence in general

again with compliments, but this time on his efficiency and his skills in general. the work he does is bloody and brutal, and Ak!Jason would never want to scare you. however, if you witnessed him fighting or killing someone (especially in your defense), and complimented him on it? it would probably turn him on a bit ngl. a small part inside of him wants to be your hero, he wants to protect you and keep you safe. if you find it helpful, and even attractive, when he does so, this man is HEAD OVER HEELS in love

bragging about him. yet another intentional turn-on, Ak!Jason loves overhearing you mention to someone else how lucky you are to have him, how strong and brave and wonderful he is, etc. say you both are at some function or other, maybe meeting your family. start bragging about him and watch just how quickly he needs to pull you aside to "talk to you", or how suddenly an excuse comes up and you both have to head home. the fact that you think so highly of him, and would go out of your way to inform others of how much you adore him, is sooooo attractive in his eyes

the last intentional way to fluster Ak!Jason is simple yet effective: i love you. Jason in general is not used to love, but especially Ak!Jason. hearing you say i love you is just so lovely. if you start listing the things you love about him, he will melt. he loves you so, so much, and is so grateful you feel the same

urhrhrhrhrhrh i love him soo much 😭 i need me a Jason Todd smh. i love the idea of Jason w a praise kink, it opens a whole new world of possibilities i swearrrrr. anyways !!! hope u enjoy !!!

[pidgeeepombo]

Flowers and inconvenient first meets.

Sinopsis: jason is having a bad day, you too, but it doesent stop you to be kind

Fluff!Jason Todd x civilian florist!reader.

A/n: i try to make the Y/n the most neutral as i can! You can imagine any gender for them.

Warnings: hiper cliché, my frist actually romantic x reader fic, i love Jason so much hadhhahshsheheh. English isn't my frist language! Im sorry to any ortografic errors! I hope you like it!

You were at your small flower stand, there wasn't much movement, after all, who has a reason to buy flowers in Gotham city? The cloudy weather left the air feeling depressed, but nothing you weren't used to. The movement of people rushing to get to their appointments ended up causing the vase of tulips that was right in front of their tent to fall, spilling the flowers across the sidewalk.

You hadn't seen who had dropped them, and the person probably didn't even realize they had done it, all you could do was get up from your plastic stool and go gather the poor flowers, in these difficult times losing merchandise meant having the light of a house cut down again, As you bend down to gather the flowers, suddenly a thump happens and you fall back, only hearing a "holy shit" giving the situation some intencity.

Jason Todd was having a rough day. Of course, today was the anniversary of his death, he was definitely not in a good mood to talk, everything had gone wrong for him today, he hadn't slept well, he was quite injured from last night's patrol, and the next day he still had Forcing themselves to go shopping to their safe house, definitely going to the supermarket during rush hours and interacting with people who are just as unhappy as he are is not one of Jason's favorite things. Now, walking home with a rather flimsy paper bag full of supplies, he trips over someone on the street and all their purchases spill onto the floor, *great*

-holy shit.

He looks at the person he bumped into, apparently they weren't in a situation very different from his. Even so, he got frustrated and soon opened his mouth to say something sarcastic. Until the person on the ground comes forward and says:

-I'm really sorry, sir! Did you're hurt? You should take better care of where you're going.

Jason, without much patience, bent down and started to gather his things, while you were gathering your flowers.

-And you shouldn't sit in the middle of the sidewalk.

Jason says with a bitter tone in his voice, you, who perhaps felt worried about having knocked him over, as soon as you finish gathering your flowers you start to help him with the shopping, realizing that his bag had torn, you get up and takes a bag from behind the counter and gives it to the man with black hair, who gets confused, but accepts the kindness, you start helping him gather his purchases.

-I'm sorry again...

-its okay.

he replies dryly, but you really don't care, he must be having as bad a day as you. But you decide to try to give sympathy a chance.

-What's your name?

-...Jason.

- I'm Y/N, nice to meet you. you say, smiling softly as you hand him the last fruit that was lying on the floor

-rouge day, right?

-kind of

He notice that you was trying to make the situation less unconfortable. Jason felt a little uncomfortable at first, he hated interactions with people he didn't know, but he became more relaxed as the other person didn't appear to be a potential threat. He glanced at the florist, their seemed tired, but Gotham does that to people. If he himself wasn't busy with his own problems, he would even find the person on his side pretty.

When they finished gathering things, Jason gets up to leave, but you say:

-Hey sir! Wait a minute.

he stopped and looked at you, you smile gently and hand him a single tulip.

-It's for the inconvenience, sorry again!

-ah... No problem. Thanks.

He leaves holding the flower and analyzing it on the way home, he found it funny in a way, the last time he received flowers was at his funeral. And maybe that made him a little happy, it was hard to find someone kind to strangers in Gotham. He thought a lot about that florist and maybe he wanted to run into them again.

A/n: HEYYY MY SPACE READERS! my frist fic on tumblr? Im kinda pround of myself. This was inspired by a Character A.I boot.... (My favourite one btw) im gonna put the name here later! Byee! I hope you all like it! Take care of yourself!

[fcthots]

hi saph!! how are you? 🫶

currently thinking abt wall sex with ak!jason… him drilling your shit and ur back banging against the wall as he smashes his hips into you 🫠🫠🫠 ur definitely getting complaints from ur neighbors but its so worth it!!

- ⚡️

"That's it. Good girl. Just like that. Just fuckin' take it. Take it like a good little whore."

Your back is digging into the wall as he pounds into you. Your mouth hangs open and your arms rest around his neck. The dirty talk is really doing it for you, and he knows it.

"Such a good little slut for me."

Your eyes roll back and you can't fucking think. He's laughing at the noises you make and you're so drunk on his cock, he knows you won't be doing anything about it.

"That's it pretty baby; you can come."