#bottom jason todd

[lenyk]

[r4ins]

would you pls do Jason Todd x male reader? 😫Thank you!! 😆

Jason Todd x Top Male Reader

bottom jason todd

cw. lots of smut

Jason never hated Y/N more than when the man was inside him. Sure, Y/N was an asshole at the best of times, and Jason couldn’t wait until the moment he tore him down and his whole stupid empire with him, but when Y/N had him bent over and panting, a side of the older man came out that Jason absolutely despised. Unfortunately, his body had a different reaction to this Y/N.

“That’s it sweetheart, tighten up this hole for me like a good little bitch” Y/N crooned sickly sweet behind him.

“Nngh, fuck off” Jason responded, grinding his burning face into the cool wood of Y/N’s desk. He hated that Y/N could get him this worked up from just a few fingers.

“The big, scary Red Hood” Y/Nchuckled “well look at you now, whore.”

Jason blinked overwhelmed tears out of his eyes, yeah, the asshole had a point. He was sure he cut a pretty pathetic figure, bent at the waist over Y/N’s large mahogany desk, hands pinned behind him by his own zip-ties, jerking up onto his toes at every thrust of Y/N’s gloved hand into his slick hole, and whining softly the whole time. He couldn’t see Y/N, but he could imagine the smugness in his eyes as he sat in his huge office chair behind Jason, sipping a glass of whiskey in one hand whilst the other relentlessly abused his ass.

Jason wasn’t sure how much time had passed since he bratted his way right past Y/N’s warning glare and found himself manhandled onto the ground and bound up. Y/N had moved him to the desk only after choking him out against the floor and growling into his ear about being put in his place and getting what was coming to him. Since then, satisfied by Jason’s submission as his lax body was shoved over the desk, he had been lazily grinding his black leather gloved fingers into the boy’s prostate.

“Give it up, boy, it’s your own time you’re wasting” It was the amused patronising tone that got to him the most, made him want to fight tooth and nail and to bear his neck in surrender at the same time “C’mon Jay, let out that needy little slut we both know you are deep down.”

“Shut -uhn- up, you-” Jason grunted out. He was so tense he could feel the zip ties cutting into his wrists, could feel every pant of hot air into the space between his face and the wood, could feel each miniscule movement of Y/N’s hand.

Y/N hummed in amusement, pulling his hand out and wiping it on Jason’s asscheek like the boy was nothing more than a dirty rag. Jason let out a sob at the treatment, only to choke on air as he felt both of Y/N’s hands grab his cheeks and pull them apart. It was something about the exposure, or the hot stab of the objectification that finally made him break down.

“Daddy, daddy, pl-please” he whined. He could barely recognise his own voice.

“Ah, there we are, sweetheart. There’s my good boy” Y/N pulled away for a second, chucked softly at Jason’s heartbroken sob at the sudden loss of sensation.

Jason was limp as Y/N pulled him up by his bound hands and turned him until he was standing on shaking legs, still caught up in his own pants, and facing the older man.

Y/N shushed him softly, reaching out place his hands on the boy’s trembling hips and staring into his cloudy eyes. Without dropping the eye contact, Y/N lifted one foot and stepped down on the pants bunched around his legs until they slid down his legs to the floor. Bolstered by the hands on his hips, Jason stepped out of the pants and followed the urging of those gloved palms until he was settled in his lap, hands still tied behind him, wet eyes wide and desperate.

“Hey there, pretty boy” Y/N lifted a hand and took Jason’s chin between his fingers, moving his face this way and that to admire the pink flush.

Jason, unable to turn his face away, scrunched his eyes closed as he blushed fiercely, for a moment hating how much Y/N’s words turned him to putty. “Daddy, please, daddy”

“Shh now precious, don’t you worry your cute little head at all, hmm?” Y/N shook Jason’s face like a puppy until the boy opened his eyes to look up at him blearily, “Daddy’s gonna take care of you baby.”

Jason hated him, he hated him so much. He hated him even more for the way that his words made the tears collecting in his lashes fall down over his cheeks towards his trembling lips. The humiliation made his stomach roll, but also made his still hard dick throb painfully.

“Do you want Daddy’s cock, baby-slut?” Y/N asked, still in that sickly sweet voice that Jason hated so much.

No, no. “Y-yes daddy, please daddy. Baby wants it, please.”

“Good boy” Jason couldn’t help the shudder that ran through his body at the praise, “Get Daddy out, baby.”

Jason stared at him in confusion for a second, flexing his hands against their bonds. When Y/N didn’t move, just kept staring at him expectantly, Jason tentatively lifted himself on shaky thighs high enough so that he could reach down below himself to try to get his hands on Y/N’s fly. The movement twisted his body, shoving his chest up towards Y/N’s face wantonly, and Jason despaired as he felt the flush spread down his neck almost to his nipples, standing in needy peaks directly in front of Y/N smug face.

Y/N leaned forward, ghosting breath over one of Jason’s ample pecs, and waited until the boy had the zipper of his pants halfway down before sealing his mouth over one nipple and biting down.

The noise that tore its way out of Jason was halfway between a shout and a sob, and he felt his fingers lose their grip on Y/N pants. Y/N didn’t let up, sucking a deep bruise around the nipple, and Jason forced his clumsy fingers to find their grip again.

Y/N only released his chest when I felt cool air on his cock, freed from his pants and standing to attention between Jason’s taught, trembling thighs.

Even though he couldn’t see Y/N cock, Jason found his mouth flooding with saliva from just the feel of it and the knowledge that he was soon going to be filled. He experienced a brief second of clarity from just the horror that Y/N had so effectively trained his body to respond to him.

The clarity was chased away, however, when Y/N got a hard, bruising grip on his hips and used it to manhandle Jason’s body down onto his dick. Jason threw his head back and wailed as he felt the intrusion carve its way into his body. Despite the torturous amount of prep, Y/N still and always did feel huge when he was buried inside him like this.

“Fuck yes, that’s good” Y/N groaned, holding Jason’s body down on him for an interminable moment, “you were made for this, baby, body just made to take cock.”

Jason wanted to rip the guy’s head off for saying that, but instead he made a soft, keening noise of need and shifted in Y/N’s lap.

“Fine then, you needy whore, take what you want” Y/N growled, letting go of Jason’s hips and slapping harshly at his ass when he didn’t start moving quick enough.

Shocked by the sudden crack, and the pain that only stoked the fire that was his arousal, Jason quickly lifted himself up using just his legs until barely the tip of Y/N’s cock was still buried inside him. After taking a second to feel the rush of anticipation, he slammed himself back down, crying out at the feeling.

He was so caught up in the feeling of riding Y/N, filling that ache inside himself that only ever seemed to be assuaged by Y/N’s cock and filthy words, that he didn’t notice Y/N reaching over until his hand was clamping over Jason’s cock. He wailed at the stimulation, rutting into the tight grip desperately whilst still bouncing on Y/N’s lap as much as he could.

Y/N didn’t exactly jack him off, more held his hand tight and still whilst Jason adjusted his movement to push into Y/N’s hand when he lifted up off his dick. When he took a second from the bright, hot, overwhelming arousal to look down at the other man mid-bounce, he felt a lance of humiliated heat through his body at the cold, unaffected way that Y/N was watching him shamelessly writhe on his lap.

That one second of feeling so needy and pathetic, combined with the harsh grip on his dick and the relentless assault on his prostate, was all he needed to finally fall over the edge. He screamed, head thrown back, as he painted his stomach and Y/N’s lap with cum. He arched, tense with the aftershocks for a second before falling, completely limp, over Y/N.

He felt more than heard the rumbled growl of satisfaction that Y/N let out as Jason came. Before he had an opportunity to recover, he was being hefted up with Y/N’s dick still inside him and deposited sprawling over Y/N’s desk.

“My turn” Y/N lifted Jason’s legs by the calves until the boy was basically bent in half and started jackhammering into his body, still shaking with the aftershocks of the boy’s orgasm.

Jason wept from the overstimulation; high, breathless noises punched out of him with every thrust. IF he had any agency over his own limbs he was be desperately trying to get away from the aggressive assault on his overworked prostate and sore hole. But as it was, he lay there in Y/N’s grip, completely unable to do anything but cry and whine and shake.

“Da-daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy” he didn’t know when he had started talking, didn’t know why he could only say that one thing. His mind was growing cloudier as his face got wetter, and he could hear his own voice become more and more incomprehensible as Y/N continued to ruthlessly fuck his lax body.

“da- duh- da- .. unhh” the whole world narrowed down to just Y/N’s hands and cock and cruel voice.

“What’s that babydoll? I don’t think you’re making any sense.” He felt fingers, still wrapped in those leather gloves, force their way between his lips and deep into his mouth, and all he could do was gurgle and drool around them.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” Y/N asked in a voice like one you would use to talk to a child or a particularly stupid pet, “That whore mouth should always be filled up, huh baby? It’s not like there’s any better use for it.”

Jason felt a trail of saliva drip down the side of his face as his eyes rolled back. At this point his cock had managed to fill back out and throbbed, red and heavy against his already cum-stained abs. Y/N showed no sign of slowing down, the slapping of his hips into Jason’s ass surely turning his cheeks as red as his face.

“Love you like this,” Y/N continued, seemingly unbothered by the way Jason was choking and gurgling around his fingers, “fucked dumb, nothing left in that pretty little head of yours. I should keep you like this all the time, baby. I don’t know what little whores need brains for anyway. Just keep you tied up and stuffed full, filthy with my cum, so you know your fucking place-”

Without warning, Y/N shoved his fingers as deep into Jason’s mouth as he could as he pressed his cock balls deep into his ass and spilled inside him. He stayed there for a second, ignoring the way Jason writhed underneath him, trying to rut his still hard cock up against anything he could reach.

Groaning, Y/N pulled out slowly. He stared at Jason’s wrecked hole, mindless to the way the boy was desperately pleading through the fingers in his mouth. When he saw his own come start to drip out of Jason’s twitching hole he removed his fingers from his mouth to move both hands down to his ass and spread his hole as wide open as he could.

Jason, lost in a haze of pleasure and humiliation and the desperate need to come, could only whine and stare pleadingly at the man above him, feeling stupid and small and pathetic. Y/N looked up for a second, meeting Jason’s teary gaze with cruel eyes before he smirked and purposefully, and slowly enough that Jason could tell what was coming, leaned down and spat directly into Jason’s already ruined hole.

Jason’s second orgasm racked through his body almost painfully. This time he couldn’t even scream, only writhe on the desk in terrible ecstasy.

When he came back to, Y/N was sitting back in his chair, lighting a thick cigar and taking a drag as he looked with satisfaction at the mess he had made of the vigilante. Jason barely needed the pull on his leg to slide boneless to the ground and lean his upper body against Y/N’s leg. He was so exhausted he only blinked sluggishly as Y/N pushed the cigar against his lips and forced him to take a slow drag, all while carding his fingers through his sweat-soaked hair, twirling the white streak around his fingers.

He kept his hand in his hair as he turned his attention to some papers on the desk and began to read through them, largely ignoring the filthy and half naked boy at his feet.

As Jason started to drift off, now on Y/N’s lap, he took a moment to wonder if it was really Y/N he hated or just himself for letting Y/N keep doing this to him. The thought was gone almost as soon as it arrived, lost to a haze of exhausted satisfaction.

[thesandsofelsweyr]

🎀

⚠️ cw: smut (⚤)

Jay tying you up with those little ribbon thingies he wears around his wrists sometimes.

Or better yet...

You tying Jay to your four poster bed with his own ribbons after forcing him to take off his muzzle and vigilante gear, strip down to only his red jock and thigh holsters, so you can grind against his dripping cock while he whines pitifully through his ball gag. A helpless damsel in distress at your mercy.

[bottomjasontoddweek]

Here we go, everybody, the prompts for BJTW2024!

Day One: 12th of August: Virginity Kink | Lantern Jason | Jason's sex tape is discovered and he's blackmailed into making more | Immortal Jason

Day Two: 13th of August: Free use Jason | Truth serum | Collars/leash | Experienced top, inexperienced bottom

Day Three: 14th of August: Stuck in a wall | Brother complex | First time bottoming | Subspace

Day Four: 15th of August: Fucking machine | Auction/bad guys win | Nipple/genital piercings | Fucked into unconsciousness

Day Five: 16th of August: Jason's Birthday! Free day!

Day Six: 17th of August: Thigh highs | Forced marriage | Domesticity kink | Laughing during sex

Day Seven: 18th of August: Fem!Jason | Werewolves AU | Sex magic | Obsession

[isalogn]

Jason inhaled pollen from Poison Ivy and was sent back to the safe house by the passing knell. This scene was seen by Damian Al ghul. After the knell left, he broke into Jason's safe house, so there was this scene.XD(I narrowed the age difference.）(My English is not very good. I used a translator for the above words.XDDD)(Guess why is "legs"?XDDD)

I read a lot of fan fiction about damijay, so I drew this. Is there anything about Jason Todd or something else you want to see? You can tell me._(:з」∠)_I will try my best to draw it well.

[bestangelofall]

Post-resurrection Jason liking needing to be fucked hard and rough and yes enjoying some pain because that's what makes him feel alive. It's not so much about pain, but about feeling anything to ground him in the land of the living.

[bruisedrednblue]

thinking about slade and jason in a fight. jason pushed against a wall, helmet broken and dripping blood. slade's sword on jason's throat. jason smiling with teeth stained red, pushing his neck harder against slade's blade, while maintaining direct eye contact.

slade pops a boner.

[ao3statistics]

This is self-made. Date of creation: 25.03.2024

I feel like this was long overdue. I'm gonna post my favourite Jason Todd tags soon.

Includes all tags directly connected to "Jason Todd".

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Please note that "Good Older Sibling Jason Todd" is a subtag of "Jason Todd Has a Sibling" which is a subtag of both "Older Sibling Jason Todd" and "Good Sibling Jason Todd". The results for the subtags are therefore included in the two last mentioned tags but I decided to include them in the chart nonetheless.

I assume no guarantee or liability for the completeness, correctness and accuracy of this chart despite my best efforts.

Includes fanfictions in all languages available on Ao3, NOT English only.

More charts will follow. :)

Want to have a chart for different pairings, headcanons etc. in your favourite fandom? Send me an ask!

Mood:

Also, Thanksgiving with Jason I presume?:

[tsuyakiku]

Valentine's Day💖

[daemoninwhiteround2]

Jason knows his thighs are thick as hell ever since the Lazarus Pit cured his childhood malnutrition and he put on fat and muscle as he was able to grow up to his full potential. It makes finding pants that fit a bitch and a half. So, when he feels like making himself feel nice he wears thigh highs. Of course that's right when Dick and Tim have to drop by.

[beautyconsumer]

Summary:

Jason should have known better than letting his emotions and instincts reign when he's having sex with a very fertile Alpha.

At least he's an Alpha Jason trusts.

[thesandsofelsweyr]

I see your reader with nipple rings and raise you a Jason with nipple rings

I dunno if AK Jay would be into nipple rings for himself (though if you have thoughts on this I’d love to hear them!) but nothing is off the table for comics Jay 😏

⚠️ cw: smut (⚤)

Imagine Jay lying on his back, legs spread wide, bare feet in the air, huge hard cock dripping on his abs, hole stuffed with the hot pink dildo of your strap. All 200-something pounds of pure man muscle at your mercy. Your hands are gripping his thick thighs while you fuck his tight little hole. You're cooing about what a good little fucktoy he is, and he's whimpering and whining each time you pull almost out then slam back in. His ample tits are adorned with golden rings through his stiff nipples, just begging to be abused. You oblige, letting go of a thigh, hooking a finger through a ring, and giving it a hard yank. Oh how your bottom bitch cries~ his back arching, head thrown back exposing the bulging apple of his throat to you. Your thrusting calms while you're buried deep inside him, long enough for you to wrap your lips around the ring and suck away the sting 💖 "Now, now. Be a good bitch and let mommy play with those slutty rings of yours while she fucks your tight little rosebud..."

[nursal1060writes]

Summary:

Jason was 16 when he died - he had never been in a relationship and is now too scared to look for one.

Luckily for him, Tim knows all about him, including his virginity, and wants to take it.

Bottom Jason Todd Week: Virginity Kink

@bottomjasontoddweek

[yourmostdevoted]

🔞🔞🔞 bottom jason todd , never adopted jason au 🔞🔞🔞

virgin red hood who's coerced into a deal: be at omc villian's mercy for a week, no perm injury will befall upon him, and the batfam will be freed right then & there in a show of good faith.

batfam who thinks this merciless vigilante ofc wont take the deal. red hood who has always cared so deeply. what's one week of torture when compared to gotham's safety, jason thinks.

red hood who's forced to sit upon a cock for the first time, his first kiss taken from him in sync with his first time. jason whining and panting at how full he is, made to pleasure himself until completion.

red hood who's released after the week & acts like normal, but his body continues to crave omc, tries to satisfy himself but in vain. villian omc whose goal all along was to get him addicted to his touch alone.

[artzysyam]

For those who into Bottom! Jason…

Have you envision his physique to be tanky or twunk?

[bruisedrednblue]

slade that under sex pollen loses perception of his own strength.

being dosed with sex pollen it's never ideal for most people, but after being spent enough, it usually stops.

but for someone like slade, with enhanced stamina and strength it isn't so simple.

jason is used to take slade, and he's more sturdy than most, so when a drugged slade stumbles inside their apartment, he doesn't think twice before helping him out of his clothes. slade might be slightly out of his mind right now, but he dealt with sex pollen before. even if slade is anything but an ordinary human, he can take more than mosts..

jason is limp, all he can do is sob as the acute feeling of pain over takes him. he can feel his already broken bones being crushed under the intense pressure of slade constraining him, holding him down to fuck him violently.

he has bite marks gushing blood all over. he's certain his skin is no longer his natural hue, but an amalgamation of purples and blues.

he can't talk. his jaw was long dislocated when slade repeatedly shoved his cock inside his mouth for hours on end. the pop sound his jaw made while slade forced jason to take his cock to the hilt, over and over, didn't even deter slade for a second, as he viciously shoved his cock down jason's throat.

not that he could form a sentence if he wanted to, he feels more unconscious than present.

jason's asshole and pussy are both so bruised from the constant friction and relentless fucking, he can barely tell wich one slade is inside of, right now. blacking out sounds so appealing.. the though of closing his eyes and waking up safe and well rested, warm in slade's arms.. but he has to hold onto consciousnesses. he doesn't know how much more it'll take for slade to regain some control. he can't afford going unconscious with all of his injuries, even if his eyelids feel heavier by the minute.

slade is far too cunt drunk to notice jason is motionless and quiet.