#bottom jason todd

[bruisedrednblue]

make priest jason squirt and call that holy water

[cupidsworstcrime]

Jason Todd x dom f!reader

inspo

filth, you know the drill

His back hit the mattress a little harder than he expected.

Jason blinked up at you, still shirtless from when you’d straddled his lap mid-kiss and tugged it over his head. Your hands were planted on his chest now, fingertips hot against his scarred skin. Your thighs bracketing his hips.

He hadn’t expected you to follow through when you said it—jokingly, teasingly—last week.

“One of these days I’m going to be the one calling the shots.”

He’d laughed. Shrugged it off. Said, “Good luck with that.”

And yet, here he was. On his back. Eyes a little wide.

You leaned in close, mouth just shy of his.

“Be good for me?”

A breath caught in his throat. God, he could feel the way his pulse jumped.

“…Y-Yeah,” he muttered. “I—yeah. Okay.”

You smiled. Slow. Sweet. Dangerous.

Your hand traced down his chest, fingers featherlight. He didn’t realize he was holding his breath until your lips pressed to the corner of his mouth, soft and reassuring, like you were grounding him.

He didn’t mean to make a sound when you kissed his neck. But it slipped out—just a low, choked breath—and your grin widened against his skin.

“You’re doing so good already…”

Jason didn’t answer. He just reached for you again, desperate to keep some part of you in his hands—your hip, your thigh, the curve of your waist. Anything.

You caught his wrist mid-reach.

“Ah-ah,” you whispered, eyes sparking. “Tonight, you let me do the work.”

Jason stared up at you like you’d just told him the moon was fake.

“…That’s evil,” he said. His voice was hoarse.

You only leaned down again, your smile now brushing his ear.

“I’m just getting started.”

You had him laid out. Hands pinned gently above his head, your thighs straddling his waist, and that look in your eyes.

Jason wasn’t used to this. He didn’t do soft. Didn’t do giving up control. But with you?

He was already gone.

His wrists shifted beneath your grip. You didn’t squeeze tighter—just looked down at him with that same gentle, dangerous smile.

“You trying to escape me, baby?”

Jason’s throat bobbed. His voice was rough. “No. I just—fuck—”

“You just what, sweetheart?” you asked, your mouth brushing over his. “Need me to touch you again?”

He was already hard. Had been since you climbed into his lap and kissed him like that. And now? You were just hovering there. Warm and heavy on top of him, rocking slowly against his hips but not giving him anything solid.

His hands twitched. His face flushed.

“…I hate you,” he mumbled.

You grinned. “Liar.”

You let go of his wrists and leaned back. He didn’t move—couldn’t. Not with the way your fingers trailed down his chest, past the scar on his side, lower still.

“Tell me what you want,” you said, fingers dancing along the waistband of his sweats.

He looked at you like he was fighting with himself.

“…Please.”

“Please what?”

He hissed through his teeth. “Touch me.”

You slid your hand under the fabric, finally wrapping your hand around him, and he groaned. His hips jolted up instinctively, chasing your touch like a man starved.

“There he is,” you cooed. “So fucking responsive.”

Jason’s hands fisted the sheets. “Don’t stop.”

But you did. Only for a second—just to lean down, lips at his ear.

“Not until you beg.”

He cursed. Actual, full-body trembled. And then—

“…Please,” he whispered. “I need you. Need to feel you. Need to—fuck, I’ll do anything.”

That’s when you rode him.

Took him slow. Rocked your hips with maddening rhythm. Every time he tried to speed up, you held his hips down. He whimpered, bit back a growl, eyes locked on yours with a desperate fire.

“Look at you,” you murmured, hips rolling. “So needy for me.”

He was flushed red. Scarred chest heaving. Teeth sunk into his bottom lip to keep from begging again.

You leaned down, brushing your nose to his.

“Say it again.”

“…Need you,” he gasped. “Need you so bad it hurts.”

And you kissed him for it. Deep and wet and filthy. Let him shake apart under you, trembling as he came hard—his body jerking, your name half a prayer, half a curse in his throat.

When you collapsed against his chest, he was still breathless. Shaky.

And quiet.

“…So,” he finally muttered, “that was illegal.”

You laughed softly. “You okay?”

Jason blinked up at the ceiling, lips parted, completely overwhelmed and ruined.

“…I think I saw God, ma."

Jason waited. Let you stretch out on the bed all soft and smug, like he hadn’t spent the last few days thinking about the way you’d made him beg. He watched you roll onto your back, lazy and loose-limbed from sleep.

“You think you’re cute, don’t you?” he asked, crawling over you.

You smirked. “I know I am.”

He grinned, slow and sharp. “Yeah? Let’s see how smart that mouth is with my fingers in it.”

Your breath caught. That damn grin of his deepened.

He kissed you like he was trying to steal your breath. Rough hands pinning your wrists above your head, his thigh wedged between yours, pressing up just right. His voice was a low, smug purr against your lips:

“My turn, sweetheart.”

That was the plan.

Except…

The second you moaned into his mouth—just right—he stuttered.

The second you shifted under him—just right—he whimpered.

The second you tilted your hips up—just right—he lost control completely.

Jason had intentions, okay? He had a script. He was gonna ruin you. Tease you until you cried. Make you beg.

Instead—

You were on top again.

His wrists were pinned again.

And he was looking up at you like you’d hung the stars.

“What happened to your turn, baby?” you asked, smirking.

He groaned. “You’re cheating, ma.”

You grinned down at him, rolling your hips slowly. “Nah. You’re just weak for me.”

Jason choked on his own breath, gasped as you sank down on him. He tried to buck his hips up but you held him down with a palm on his chest, that wicked smile curving your lips.

“Still your turn, daddy. Come on. Do something.”

His hands clenched. His brain scrambled.

And then he gave up. Again.

“…I hate you,” he whispered, voice hoarse.

You leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth.

“Liar.”

It started with a bruised ego.

He’d tried to take control again. Had the nerve to push you against the wall and growl something cocky in your ear. Handsy, mouthy, that glint of challenge in his eyes.

But you had his number.

You knew exactly where to push, where to pull, how to look at him to get him crumbling.

And that’s where things went sideways.

He was under you again. Chest rising hard, wrists pinned, the air thick with heat and tension.

And oh, that look on his face—half scowl, half ruined, all red.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he bit out.

Your nails scraped down his chest, light and deliberate.

“Immensely.”

He gritted his teeth. Flexed his arms a little, like he could break your hold if he wanted.

He wouldn’t. He liked it here. You both knew that.

“Should’ve just bent over and taken it like a good boy the first time,” you murmured against his throat.

Jason shivered. His hips stuttered under you.

You leaned in closer, lips at his ear.

“Keep bratting off, and I’ll spank it out of you.”

And that’s when it happened.

That slow flush bloomed down his neck, across his cheeks, bright and shameless. He tried to glare at you—he really did—but it flickered, fast and helpless. He blinked fast and turned his head, swallowing hard.

“Ohh,” you cooed, dragging your fingers down his ribs. “That’s what you want?”

“Shut up,” he muttered, voice thick and hoarse.

You rolled your hips slow over his lap.

“I don’t think I will.”

Jason turned even redder.

“Look at you,” you teased, running your nails down to his waistband. “You’re blushing like a virgin, and I’ve already had you begging with tears in your lashes.”

“Shut up,” he hissed again, but it cracked into a whimper halfway through.

And that’s when it hit you—

Your big, bad, Red Hood was a brat in denial. All bark, all bite, until you pinned him down and whispered something dirty in his ear.

And when you reached back and smacked his thigh, just once, just enough?

He gasped.

“One more word,” you warned, voice dripping sweet. “And I will pull you over my lap.”

He didn’t speak.

But his hips twitched.

And that blush? Oh, it deepened.

[j0ss1cq]

Ok, this is just a super urgent request guys! ✨️

I come to demand that you make more Star Sapphire Jason Todd please!!! I need it to live!!!

And if they are stories, even better!! ✨️

[lenyk]

[arkred]

Bottom! Jason is canon. Thanks you DC Heroes & Villans for this wonderful news.

[graytodd]

This dickjay mob au is actually inspired by two of my ocs; about this art Dick's the adopted son of the boss (Bruce's maybe ?) and Jason's a skilled criminal sniper who works for the Waynes.

Dick in a black suit's all for @redbirdandbluebird23 ~

[fayeisuppose]

I’m not a ‘I can fix him’ or ‘I can make him worse’ I’m a ‘I can stare at him in adoration as he commits several war crimes and murders a family of five’

[aqueousnovice]

Tentacle moooonnnster ԅ(¯﹃¯ԅ)

[killinganger]

“Come here Jay.”

[bruisedrednblue]

jason starting to hang out with the hero community more. he gets more comfortable sleeping around and dick gets progressively more jealous. dick tries to get jason's attention, but it doesn't work so he has to be obvious with his flirting, but jason still doesn't get that dick is into him.

jason's either oblivious to it or when it's evident that dick is flirting, he just assumes he's making fun of him for being madly in love with him.

it progressively gets more of a shit show with jason being dense bc even though he's in love with dick he gave up a long time ago of entertaining the idea that someone like dick could be into him. let alone love him. and with dick desperately trying to flirt but failing.

it gets to a breaking point when dick is trying so hard to be flirty. jason can't keep it in anymore so he just tells him to stop making fun of his feelings, asshole!

and dick is left standing there like wait.. feelings???? .. WAIT FEELINGS?!?!!!? !! (they have a very emotional talk where at the end jason gets all the dick he needs *pun very much intended*)

[cupidsworstcrime]

Jason Todd x reader

just shooting the shit - takes place after First Time

no smut, just inappropriate

I like to think jason would take every opportunity to fuck with his brother, even at his own expense to a degree. and dick would vent to alfred cause WTF ... this is completely unserious and so ooc but it makes me laugh so who cares

Jason leans against the counter in the Batcave, sipping shitty coffee with a grin so smug Dick wants to slap it off his face.

“You’re in a good mood,” Dick says warily. "What's the word, Jaybird?"

Jason hums, he wasn't much of an over-sharer, but he loved torturing his brother. “Y’ever—like—realize you’ve been starving your whole life and then someone hands you a full course meal and says, ‘Here, baby. Eat up.’”

Dick blinks. “...What?”

“I folded like a paper crane, man.” Jason stares into his coffee like it’s a vision. “She took me home. Taught me how to fuck. Like I’m new. Which I am. I’m newborn fawn level. First time I came in, like, five seconds. Not even ashamed.”

Dick makes a face. “Jason. Come on, man.”

“Oh, it gets worse.”

“Please don’t.”

“She let me eat her out this morning,” Jason says, eyes wild. “First thing. Didn’t even brush my teeth. I woke up with her thighs around my face, Dick. I was so hard I nearly passed out.”

“Jason—”

“And she kept callin’ me good. Her good boy. I almost cried.”

Dick is walking away now.

“Dude,” Jason calls after him, still grinning. “I came so hard my leg cramped. That ever happen to you? No? Just me? Cool.”

Dick doesn’t stop walking.

Jason shouts: “SHE LET ME CALL HER MAMA!”

“STOP TALKING!!”

Alfred is setting tea on the table when Dick slams the kitchen door open, looking like he’s aged ten years.

“Master Richard?” Alfred blinks. “You look... unwell.”

Dick collapses into a chair and groans. “Jason. Jason is the reason I’ll need therapy.”

“I would say be more specific, but…” Alfred sighs and pours him tea.

“He’s happy,” Dick hisses. “And in love. And loud. I know so much about his sex life now, Alfred.”

Alfred pauses. “I see.”

“No. No, you don’t.” Dick slaps a hand on the table. “He told me she let him wake up between her legs. That he almost cried. That she called him her good boy. He said mama, Alfred. Mama.”

Alfred very, very calmly sips his tea.

“He told me he came so hard his leg cramped!”

Alfred clears his throat. “Well, that does sound… vigorous.”

“VIGOROUS?!”

“I suppose we should be grateful he didn’t come to me for advice.”

Dick looks like he’s going to scream. “He will. You know he will.”

Alfred sighs again. “Then I shall ensure the brandy is stocked and the cutlery drawer is locked.”

“Why the cutlery—?”

“Self-defense.”

[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.

[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.

[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

[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.