#gotham knights jason todd

[kamdamz]

I am just now noticing Jason wearing a necklace in Gotham Knights, so uh… Horny Time.

Either it was just getting used to wearing it or maybe that he secretly craves your compliments, either way, he still has it on in bed. Even when doing the deed.

As the moment is tense, but in a good way, him thrusting himself roughly into you, you can’t help but to stare at the necklace on him. Getting more turned on by every second of it, he looks way too handsome, it’s almost dizzying.

As you both finish coming down of your highs, he’s being sweet in aftercare, yet you can’t help but to tug on his necklace to pull him close, either wanting another round or just feel each other.

I’m trying to give hope here for Gotham Knights Jason, he needs more attention

[giotanner]

Jason Todd is SO sentimental after all

(I was playing Gotham Knights and Jason was repairing his bike and... Oh! I saw this pic)

[stararch4ngelqueen]

I just realized that we've never talked about anything like "morning wood" scene where reader wakes up first and sees her man's cock rising. (i can't choose between jason or simon)

Why not both 🧍🏽‍♀️

I only have strength to do character inclusive before hat man takes me. Please enjoy ❤️✨

🎩 🤺

Time Written - 9:07 p.m

The hour was early, the sun non existent in the skies just yet, but it’s presence would soon accompany the beautiful violet-tangerine clouds merging into dark, dull gray.

Your beloved still has his arm snugly wrapped around your waist, his thumb nudged just underneath the hem of your large shirt, mindlessly rubbing along soft skin. The best parts of waking up in the mornings weren’t just waking up alongside your personal body heater known as your muscly teddy bear, clutching you close like said plush toy.

Half of the time, it’s the not so subtle surprise pressed up against your lower back and rear when your mind pokes out of sleep, making it even more difficult for you to get comfortable again after being painfully aware of it.

Most of the time when it occurs, as does the ache in your lower tummy bloom; a need for him, an eager response of your body towards his.

He’s blissfully unaware of how hard his cock had gotten, too lost in the throws of sleep while clutching you close like a doll. It’s the rare occasion he slept with you a full night instead of coming home in the early hours of the morning or the middle of the night. The rare occasion where civil duties weren’t needed or expected from him, having him all to yourself.

While he appreciates coming home to a hot meal and a warm bed after a long patrol, it wasn’t enjoyable without you in the sheets with him. His body surely expressed just how much he had missed you.

You wondered what he might’ve dreamed of right this very moment. Was it an innocent, mindless walk in the park or the beach with you during a warm sunset? Or, was he living through a fantasy of burying his thick cock in between your plush thighs? Holding your head down against his own pillow while breeding your needy little cunt?

Whatever the cause, it left you quivering with a growing need to find out.

Your natural curiosity had you reach your hand behind you, brushing along bare skin of his lower torso where his tank top had ridden up, resting your fingers along his outer hip. Trailing along his lower waist, you shuffled your hips just a bit until you prod along your desired goal.

He emits a content little groan after a faint hitch in his breath, a soft sound that only lasts for a few moments. Satisfied with the result, your hand gives a soft squeeze along the pleasantly warm length, comfortably hidden from you under thick, navy fabric.

His breathing starts to slow down as soon as you start to move your fingers. Slow, teasing little squeezes just along the blunt tip, massaging down the length of his cock. How it irked you to brush your thumb along his sensitive underside, making your mouth water and your thighs slightly clench.

“Morning, hun.” His voice is hoarse, letting out a short yawn. He still keeps his arm around your middle, burying his face into your sweet hair after you settle with the startle of him waking up without your knowledge.

You turn, your loose shirt slightly twisted by your movements as you face your sweetheart, taking in his adorably tussled hair and sleepy eyes boring into yours.

His smug, little semi smirk lets you know that he might not be entirely surprised by this circumstance. He doesn’t seem embarrassed or ashamed by this either. He seems more amused than anything, especially since his favorite girl could do something about it.

You press a soft kiss against his lips, one that left him confused when he attempted to lean for more before you abruptly pull away. He whispers your name in question, lightly surprised when you kiss the corner of his mouth, down his chin, underneath his sharp, lightly stubbled jaw.

“So it’s that kind of morning, huh?” He questions, his Adam’s apple bobbing after you kiss it, his voice still raspy from sleep.

“Mhm,” you hum, your fingers eagerly slipping just underneath the hem of his sweatpants. He contentedly sighs, letting you have your fun now that he knows you’re in one of your playful little moods.

Kissing down along his chest, following the roadmap of his main scar down towards the rich, dark happy trail that peaked out of his sweatpants.

His breath hitches at the touch of your hands squeezing him through the damn fabric barrier, and he finds it’s a little bit harder to keep his cool at this stage. You can really do that to him, and it’s like nothing can ever compare.

“What’s gotten into you, sweetheart?” He amusingly murmurs, his voice still soft and husky.

Should be you, soon enough. You wanted to say back, but pursed your lips to prevent saying it. He knew; he beat you to it merely two damn seconds after he asked it.

It would be a shame to make a mess on such cool toned, dark gray silk sheets. Freshly washed, too.

He’s trying to resist as much as he can, but you’re just excitingly relentless when it comes to getting what you want. This morning, it just happens to be him.

“You tryin’ to ruin me already, aren’t you?” He chuckles, a handsome, rugged sound that shoots arousal down your spine.

“Mhmm,” You hum, starting to pull down the waistband just enough. His swollen, eager cock quickly greets you, hot and heavy in your hand, the tip practically weeping for more of your touch. A heavy, glistening bead trickles down the blunt head, perfectly caught along the tip of your tongue to taste him.

Settling perfectly snug against his legs, curled perfectly per comfort, you trail your tongue under the head, lapping along that particular spot that garnered a beautiful reaction outta him. His head tilted back against his pillow, brows scrunched from light ripples of euphoria, fists lightly clenching along blankets tossed aside.

“Shiiit… really ruinin’ me, sweetheart.”

You stop for a second, smiling a bit while rolling your thumb close to the base. “Should’ve specified.”

He lets out a soft snort, expressing his affection through amused chuckles and heart eyes through a heavy lidded gaze.

This morning is already off to a great start. He’s trying to think of a way to one-up you, but he honestly is just too tired for all of that.

You barely had just a bit of him in your mouth, providing such simple kitten licks, and he displayed such heavenly responses that bloomed your ego to wonderfully high levels.

Then again, you seem to be up and about already, so maybe he’ll have to put in some effort after you pamper him. You’ll quickly enact upon what he so eagerly desired to reenact from his dream; properly face fucking his sweetheart. Glossy lips pressed against his pelvis while bullying himself deep down your throat, further fueled by those obscenely filthy chokes he adored so much.

A well deserved throatfuck for such an adorably sassy mouth.

[oohyasumi]

Kissing his scars would fix me...

[indulgentdaydream]

everyone is “i love jason todd for his personality and his character! He’d so charming! A gentleman! He reads!”

until gotham knights jason todd is on screen

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

I cannot stress enough how good Jason's character design is in Gotham Knights.

Thing is, you could argue that Jason does not look good, that he looks weird, is shaped like a cube etc.

But you should ask yourself: Why does it matter?

Whoever said that Jason Todd's character should even be classically good-looking?

When you're creating a character, their physical appearance shoul correspond to their past, their personiality and overall vibe. I think that the game designers just leaned into respective personialities of each character and that's main factor in their appearance.

Which is exactly why Jason looks the way he does. He was very severely maimed, then got magically enhanced by weird green goo and then spent years training his ass off before coming back to Gotham. His fighting style is much more weight-based and less agility based than other GK folks.

He's the tank of the group, the bruiser. He doesn't do triple backflip before kicking goon in the face, he throws the goon. Of course he'll be big with a lot of muscle. Of course his face would be much more rugged then for example Dick's.

Personally, I think GN Jason looks hot as hell, but even if you'd disagree, you have to admit that the way he looks makes a lot of sense story-wise.

[lunallaa]

||calling him by his first name||

gotham knights!jason todd x gn!reader

{not edited/proof read please excuse any errors♡}

You honestly didn't even realize that you said it. It was one of those rare late nights where Jason was out on patrol, and you were stuck back home at your shared apartment, struggling to fall asleep ever since he had left for the night. Normally after a long day of work and errands like today sleep came easy, you'd take a hot shower maybe have a cup of that tea Jason buys specifically to help with sleep, and then gather you and the new kitten the two have recently adopted and sleep until he came home. Tonight however, was a different case. No amount of tossing and turning, fluffing your pillows, cups of tea, or white noise playing on your phone could help you sleep.

Thankfully after however many(few) hours your body must've finally realized that you were in fact tired and in need of sleep cause when you woke up next, it was to your kitten stirring and loudly meowing at the bedroom door. Jason was finally home, and from the sounds of things he had just put away his gear from patrol and was making his way to your shared bedroom. You were always confident in your boyfriend and his family's capabilities at what they do, that you never exactly feared one of them never coming home, but it always filled you with such relief and peace whenever he walked through that door. Most times he's worn down and maybe nursing an injury but he's in one peice.

“Welcome home Jason.”

You had barely managed to say it in an audible enough volume with how much sleep and exhaustion you were fighting off. Despite that, it was clear he had heard you anyways. Through half lidded eyes struggling to remain open for more than a few seconds at a time you saw him pause from loving on your kitten almost as if you had told him something ridiculous and he was taking a moment to process it. It wasn't until you had registered his silence lasting longer that it should've for a moment like this, that you started to sober up from you sleepy state and turn your full attention to him.

“What's the matter-”

“Are you mad at me?”

“What are you tal-”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Jason-”

“You're mad at me.”

With a huff you push yourself up and remove yourself from the plush warm covers and expose yourself to the surprisingly cold air of your bedroom as you sit and stare at your boyfriend who stands holding your cat just a few feet from you staring back at you.

“Why would I be mad?”

“You called me Jason.”

You're tempted to crawl right back under your blankets. For how large and scary your boyfriend tends to be, when it comes to you he can be so silly and endearingly pathetic. You will admit that you hardly ever call him by his first name after the first few months of dating and it had only been petnames and nicknames since. Both of your first names were a rare occurrence in your household with how disgustingly in love and sappy the two of you were.

“You're worried cause I called you…your name?”

“You never call me just Jason and you know that.”

“You're an idiot” he's your idiot.

The slight tension in his shoulders immediately deflates as he feigns a dramatic gasp and covers your kitten's ears as if you said a very nasty swear at the two of them.

“How could you say that in front of our daughter! Do you know how damaging it will be for her to see her parents fight?”

“Well seeing as she's only been home for a month and walked in on her parents being very loving with each other more times than we can count on both of our hands combined, I'd say she'll be just fine.”

With the tension fully dissipated now and the both of you all giggles and love sick smiles, Jason walks over to where you sit in bed and plops the kitten on your lap before kissing you softly. The sneaky bastard tries to heaten the moment up, but you (hesitantly) pull away before he's successful.

“Nuh uh. Go shower you smell like gunpowder and outside.”

“What? I thought you liked my natural musk.” He’s got that stupid playful smile on his face that never fails to get a giggle out of you.

“That is not your natural “musk”, you smell like Gotham. Now go shower before you're sleeping on the couch tonight. Jason.”

He immediately straightens up and pouts at your use of his first name again but still makes his way to the bathroom. You don't miss the way he leaves the door completely open as he turns on the water and undresses as an invitation for you to join him. With a dreamy sigh and a kiss to your kitten's forehead, you get yourself up and out of bed and make your way to the bathroom door.

Inspired by a blurb from @gay-dorito-dust !

Read it here!

[kuromitos]

I know I'm late to the party but I need to say this now!

Gk!Jason isn't ugly! He just got a bad haircut! I swear to God that just it!

I mean we have seen some ugly ass Jason's design before

(*cough* outlaw webtoon jason *cough*)

But this take on him isn't even that bad. He just looks older honestly. Makes sense with how he portray in the game. So I've never had a problem with it

Besides I think the good they did for him in the voice and personality department out ways any bad they did in the looks department.

Plus he looks dad-shaped to me. Like he looks like those dad's that looks scary when you first see them but melts when his kids or wife call his name. Like I can see him being a father to like 2 girls.

Sidenote: I just found this screenshot from the game:

Why the hell they didn't go with that hair?? He looks good! Like a mobster but in a good way.

[dcextremefan]

The Writer - Gotham Knights Jason Todd x reader - Part 2

Warning: same as the part 1, by the way, read the last chapter and also use of remedies (do not repeat the same actions as the protagonist, go to see a specialist/doctor when you start to feel bad phisically or emotionally)

After the Red Hood saved you and you posted about it on your blog, you got tons of likes from thousand of people who lives in Gotham. You were laying in your bed moving your legs excitedly and then you received an email. An anonymous email.

Your smile faded and then you send a copy of an archive to this email and closed it, you started to feel your heartbeat go faster and a little bit of dizziness.

"God... for how long will I still do it?" you asked to yourself "what would father do?"

You get up of your bed and goes to the bathroom and looked at your reflection at the mirror, you opened the high balcony and you took a pill. A tear fell of your eye, but you quickly wiped it off with your hand. You grab your notebook and placed on your desk and you finally sleep.

Something you did not notice it's a vigilante who is watching you from afar. Red Hood watches you fall asleep and he enters through you apartment's window and starts inspecting everything.

"Belfry, I've entered into (Y/N)'s apartment" Red Hood informed quietly to not wake you up

"okay... that's kinda weird, I hope we'll never do it again. I don't want us to get reputation as a stalker" Tim has said

"Tim, don't worry. We are just investigating. And Jason, try to find at least some clues about (Y/N)'s life" Barbara demanded

"don't you think that's invasion of privacy?" Dick asked

"what Jason has said to us earlier got my attention. Why would some random thugs assault a normal civilian writter?" Barbara answered

"not just any writter. A very famous writter, maybe they were just after her money, after all she sells books" Tim suggested

"anyway, what did you find, Jason?" Dick asked

"nothing special, she loves drinking a lot of tea and... hmm" Jason stopped "she uses remedies to control anxiety"

"have you checked in her computer?" Barbara asked

Jason went to see in your computer, but it needs password, he buffed

"belfry, her computer needs password" Jason informed

"the one who can discover passwords so easily is Babs" Dick informed

"unfortunately I cannot discover the password right now, but I had an idea. Tim, you with me?" Barbara asked

"you know it" Tim answered

Jason started to search more about you in your apartment and he finds a portrait of you inside of your locker, it's you in a graduation uniform with a woman who is older than you.

"I found a portrait of (Y/n) with a woman who might be her mother. Not only that, she is wearing the graduation uniform and it says 'Chemistry College'" Jason has informed

"wait what? No no no, she always put on her bio that she is graduated at Literature, how can she lie about something like that?" Tim asked surprised

"we'll find out" Jason said

TO BE CONTINUED...

[arkham-moth]

His smile 😭🥰❤️ he’s so pretty and handsome and gorgeous and big and strong and UUUGGGGGGHHHHHH I LOVE HIM ❤️❤️❤️ also his eyes he has such kind eyes 😭

[artzysyam]

Jason, there’s a better place to nap than on a sofa

[stararch4ngelqueen]

Early Morning Nightcap

Time Written - 9:48 a.m

Jason Todd/fem!reader smut (Bite me, I like when they make Jason look rugged an “ugly,” he is very gorgeous to me 😭✨)

Jason always tries his best to be as quiet as possible when he comes home in the early hours of the morning.

Exhaustion weighed down his entire body, heavy feet treading through the bedroom door, his mask dropped onto the nearest surface, not harboring much care to toss his jacket somewhere along the ground. Settled under dark, tussled blankets was his sweetheart, hugging his pillow close to your face, breathing in his scent for comfort when he was away.

Silent as he could attempt to be, given his large stature, the heavy dip of the mattress makes the frame creak, lightly shifting your sleeping body as he crawls into bed beside you.

Fully awake or dead asleep, nothing would stop him from grabbing your thighs, yanking your panties down your legs to bury his tongue deep into your cunt. You must’ve been in the midst of a very nice dream, leaving you all wet and sticky to Jason’s utter delight. Sucking your clit has you writhing out of sleep, hips involuntarily thrashing against his greedy mouth, grasping along your ass to keep you as close as possible.

Low mumbles escape his throat while he reinforces his grip, lapping you up as if he hadn’t drank anything for hours throughout his entire patrol.

You would spew out all your whiny little whimpers and pleas of his name, your fingers making a quick mess of his hair that was nearly matted down by his hood before. Like that was going to stop him. The sting of your nails rasp along his scalp as you came to climax only urged his eagerness to fuck you since he walked through the door, his cock begging to be freed from his tactical pants.

There’s no effort to wipe the mess off his chin once he sits up, promptly kissing you before you had a chance to sit up, urging you back down to bed. He could drink up all he want from your sweet folds, knowing you’d be gushing again in seconds.

You mew his name in between heavy kisses, tasting yourself on his tongue as his broad body spoons yours, trapping you in a shadow of security by your eager boyfriend. Bare skin pressed against warm carbon armor plating, gloved hands slipping under your shirt to palm your supple tits.

“Please babe, I need you,” Jason pants desperately in your ear, lifting your leg up over his holstered thigh, quickly working himself free from the damn confining zipper.

He bites his left glove off with his teeth, rolling two fingers along your pussy before stroking your sensitive folds to lube up his fingers, fisting his cock a few times.

“C’mon baby, c’mon, let me in. Fuck— let me in,” he rasps against your neck, the head of his cock brushing along your slippery folds.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he curses heavily once the head of his cock pops through your tight, quivering walls. The delightful stretch of your walls taking in every hot, girthy inch draws out a rich groan deep from his chest, melding perfectly with your whimpers. “God, That’s my girl. My good fuckin’ girl.”

Large hands grip your waist at the sides, your face fully flushed and gasping with each persistent rut of his hips. His throbbing cock thrusts deep inside your warm cunt, his dirty boot bracing against the mattress for additional stability, a mess the two of you can worry about much later.

Jason peppers you with praises in between multiple sloppy kisses, licking up beads of sweat along your skin as he tucks his chin against your neck. With each praise came a sting of bitter impatience laced in his tone, blunt nails harshly digging pretty crescents into your hips, rocking you back harder against his cock with no struggle, amplifying the sounds of your sloppy wet cunt swallowing him whole.

Exertion caused sweat to dapple along his forehead, primal, intimate desire coming out through hot pants and guttural grunts along your collarbone. Your shirt stretched thin from his persistent grasping at your bouncing tits, your heart drumming rapidly against his thick palm as he clasps hold of your neck.

A short symphony of sharp curses murmured against your lips in between each hot, heavy kiss, the constant rattling of his jacket buckles mingling with the headboard drumming against the wall.

“You’re so perfect, Keepin’ nice an’ wet f’me.” Teal eyes boring deeply into yours, coaxing orgasm after orgasm with each rut. His calloused thumb over your perky button, ensuring your walls squeeze him a little tighter. “Were you playin’ with yourself after I left? Heh, got myself a dirty little whore.”

Trembling fingers cling to blankets, bedsheets and his lightly bulging forearm, your mind running on blank from Jason’s relentless pace, mercilessly bullying his cock against your sweet spots.

He hushes against your cheek when you’re brought to hot, pleasurable tears, fingers finding rough purchase along the harness belt along his waist for leverage. “Shhh shh, c-can’t sleep without filling ya. You’ll let me do that, won’t you?”

His rugged, no patience attitude changed in seconds, leaving him a pleading mess of a man trembling against your body, feverishly moaning against your neck. “Please baby, please lemme fill this perfect little pussy, lemme stuff you full f’me.”

His words nearly melt together in his haste to beg further, quickening his abuse via bullying your cervix and pumping you full of cum. He halts once when his breathing hitches, damp hips spasming while wrapping his arms tightly around your body, rocking you down on his dick.

“That’s it,” he grits out, squeezing you tighter against his burly figure, clutching your plush thighs with an ego boosting satisfaction flooding throughout his exhausted body, properly fucking his girlfriend full.

The sun would shine over an exhausted couple, your overstimulated body stuffed very full with crescent marks and bruises the size of your boyfriend’s fingertips dappled along your hips.

You’d wake up delightfully sore from the awkward position his arms held you in, making Jason irritably stir from his two hour slumber to your overstimulated whines, your flushed cunt desperately squeezing around him as if to push him out.

To your dismay, he clicks his tongue by your ear before rocking his hips once, his slowly hardening cock brushing directly against your g-spot. A ‘minor’ warning of what’s to come.

How mean of you to improperly wake him after an exhausting night of patrolling Gotham. What kind of needy, impatient girl do you think you are?

[oohyasumi]

[indulgentdaydream]

How would we feel about a medieval knight!Jason x princess!reader au…. And it being a series?? For my comeback this winter???

[trincketbox]

Jason Todd ♥️⚰️

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Listen, hairy Jason™ it's real TO ME.

Here's a silly pic of the silly war criminal boy