#jason peter todd imagine

[dark-l-angel]

The honesty of this man makes me love him even more 💀😭💝

[c1nnam00n]

how it feels trying to find a fanfic/imagine about a fandom that’s dead and dry

[in-som-niyah]

Jason Todd has abs you could grate cheese on.

no i will not elaborate

[smutinlove]

Jason Todd having a size kink will never not be on my mind. he’s 6ft, 6’2ft depending what universe you’re talking about and weighs at least 200 lbs if not more, he is built like a tank.

took him awhile to get use to his size so being around people who are 5’2 even 5’5, seemed abnormal to him. could pick us up with no effort, throw us over his shoulder and walk like nothing happened.

he would use his weight for advantage, leaning down real close almost suffocating but enough to get the gears turning… his hands? ough. big enough to wrap around throats, thighs.

sorry had some thoughts

YES, OH MY GOD.

after the pit changed him, it took him awhile to get used to his height and general appearance. I mean, this man is 6ft and weighs around 200 pounds.

he'd be hitting his head on doorframes and towering over people. can't reach the cereal box on the top shelf? don't worry, he'll get it.

and he's so strong and muscular too.

oh my god, he'd be the type of person to pick up ANYONE and throw them over his shoulder with no hesitation.

he'd even do it for fun.

and we all know that Jason reads books. he ain't no basic becky, okay? this man reads and it makes men and women feral for him.

this man's hands are big. so basically, he'd be enveloping the book in his hands.

speaking of his big hands, Jason's hands WANDER.

when his face is buried between your thighs, he'll occasionally give them a tight, good squeeze, causing you to whine. then he'll mutter something like: "aw, is my precious angel getting all worked up? come on, baby, i wanna hear those sounds."

this man is addicting.

he'll also occasionally give your throat a nice squeeze if he feels like it. or if you ask him to. he'll do it either way.

his big, veiny hand wrapped around your throat, leaving only a little bit of room for you to breathe.

this man is horny too.

he'll fuck you whenever and wherever. he has no shame. he'll do it in your local grocery stores' bathroom or even at the back of a bar.

and the groans he'll let out while he fuck your brains out.

"come on, doll, 'that all 'ya can do f'me?" or "fuck, you drive me crazy, love. your pretty face and thick thighs. you don't even know half of what you do to me."

More size k!!nk headcanons

[cardinalcheerio]

I have a headcannon that at some point in his early robin days, Jason decided he wanted to be like Alfred and committed to drinking tea, using British slang and the accent while being robin.

This obviously confused the rogues a lot.

Fighting Mr. Freeze:

Jason: aye, what in the bloody hell do you think your doin? (Horrible British and gotham accent mix)

Freeze: I am- wait. Robin? Are you ok?

Bats: it's a phase. Just ignore it.

Freeze: keep forgetting he's a kid... anyways-

[mikakuna]

i see this jason todd who actually looks his very young age (instead of the 30yr old man that comics like to portray)

and feel my heart breaking just imagining bruce beating him up, almost killing him, mind-breaking him, and just overall being a total piece of shit father towards him.

a huge chunk of the reason why people don't view bruce's actions towards jason as abusive or wrong is because jason doesn't look his age. he's drawn to be this 35yr old father of three who looks even older than dick (and way too on par with bruce) that people see their fights as one between batman and any of his regular rogues. when they fight, it just looks like batman is fighting a man his age and not an actual young person. it doesn't look like batman is fighting his son who's barely even drinking age (and who def wasn't drinking age in utrh). their fights are portrayed in a way that eliminates the very real power struggle between them.

this applies to jason's entire character as well. a lot of people don't sympathize with how he died or his actions as robin or his fights with the other bats because he doesn't look his age. he always looks older and scarier than everyone else. tim has many sympathizers from the titans tower incident because jason just looked like a grown man fighting a 12yr old (even tho i disagree, tim was built and like 17 lmfao).

anyways, i just wish comics would actually draw jason to look his age, which literally ranges from 19 to early twenties. he's young- so young, and it's so annoying to see him drawn and written as someone older than even bruce.

[meowkn]

You were fast asleep on the bed when he returned home, the blanket barely covering your half naked body. Your hair tousled over the pillows and a small smile on your lips as you dreamt, probably of Jason.

“Sweetheart.” Jason whispered, kneeling down so that he was face to face with you. He brushed some of your curls out of your face, shaking his head at the sight.

“Sweetheart.” He said a little louder, shaking you slightly. Waking you up from your nap. You sat up slightly, rubbing your eyes as you tried to fully wake up and form coherent thoughts.

“Jay?” You murmured, turning to look at him, kneeling down beside the bed. He looks exhausted, his hair messy, and his eye bags darker than usual. Your eyes flitter over to the clock on the bedside table

1 A.M

Figures.

“Hey…” He murmurs, his hand finding his chin, guiding your face back to his. His hands are calloused and rough, but his touch was gentle, he’s always gentle with you.

“Hey, sleepy.” He says, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Rough day?” You mutter, still waking up as you gaze into his eyes. Even in the dark they’re bright.

“Mhm.” He brushes his fingers over my cheek, caressing you softly. “I had such a rough day.” He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his spare hand. “I’m so tired.”

“I missed you today.” You say softly, grabbing the hand that was caressing your face and holding it.

Jason stands up fully, stretching his arms before getting into the bed next to you, scooting you over with his body before burying his head into your shoulder, his arm snaking around your waist.

You stayed like that for a while before his free hand reached around your head, tilting it back, making your neck more accessible. He placed light kisses on your jaw, trailing down your neck. You could feel his fingers rubbing against your skin, trying to find the hem of your shirt.

“Jay, it’s late.” You murmured, a soft sigh escaping your lips at the sensation of him nibbling on your neck.

“Not too late, I missed you.” He hums against your skin, slipping your shirt up. You can feel his fingers sliding across your skin, almost desperately tracing the contours of your skin.

“I just don’t want you to be tired, yeah?” You say, pulling his face from your neck, taking note of the whine that escapes his lips after.

“I don’t want sleep, just you.” His words come out as a mumble as he presses his lips back against the skin of your neck, sending goosebumps through your body. He hummed contentedly, his fingers tracing your body, almost reverently.

“Just need a little bit of you…then I’ll let you sleep.” You could feel his fingers find the waistband of your underwear, playing with the material teasingly as he smirked against your neck.

“Jay…” Your protest fell on deaf ears as he bit down on your neck, then soothing the bite with his tongue.

“I’ve neglected you all day… Let me make it up to you.”

[gleasonlovesjasontodd]

Imagine waiting for jason to come out of the shower after his patrol but you are already so tired from waiting up for him so you just pass out spread out all over the bed covering his side and yours. Jason walking out his hair still damped as he sees you and his heart melts he changes into his boxers as he moves you so carefully like a porcelain doll as he gets in and immediately you move towards him as you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck and he smiles before falling asleep cause he knows he has you with him

hehehe i hate this kinda but felt bad that i haven’t written something in a while

[strange-birb]

I give you …..THEM ✨✨

I feel like I did Steph dirty…. Tbh I’ll try harder next time guys I swear 👀😅

[nosyrobin]

|| Jason/Dick x GN! Reader||

[bonchobrick]

I just want a fic where Danny and Jason are just fucking laughing so hard they’re wheezing and bawling as they make death jokes while everyone else is SO uncomfortable

Like they’re full on cackling like Danny will say “We’re not allowed in certain rooms”

Jason will b like ‘what rooms’

Danny will say ‘living rooms’

And they both start dying (metaphorically) of laughter slapplin the counter crying while dick is trying real hard not to shatter the mug in his hands with a constipated expression that rivals Bruce’s a seat away from him (+bonus points if the joke is something that is on the verge of being utterly lame like a near science pun)

(I dunno if a lot of people will see this post but if you do please I’m begging you add a death joke guys please it would be so funny)

[dark-l-angel]

Oh yes daddy.. ❤😃

[applejuicebegood]

I'm sorry if your ask box isn't open I was wondering if you wouldn't mind like an angst with jason todd where the reader is like the complete opposite of like his ex's like she's chubby and isn't this Amazonian woman but so she feels like he is with her out of pity and a huge miscommunication is going on because she doesn't want to bother jason with these self conscious problems she is facing

A/N: This shall be my first attempt at Jason angst so I really hope it's decent!! It will be fluffy towards the end tho dw. Thank you sm for the request dude!! CW: Body-image insecurity, self-doubt, anxiety Masterlist

You always had a complicated relationship with your body. Never fitting into the right molds of beauty provided to you.

Only to grow older and realise that this would be the only body you had in this life - you should love all the parts that came with it. Parts that you would see mirrored in sculptures of gods and paintings of royalty. Why shouldn't you be proud of the fact that it was bodies like yours that were the templates for worship?

And then you saw your boyfriends ex. It was during one of your book-shop dates, he pointed her out before quickly walking to the next aisle thinking that you would be right behind him. Hating that his comfortable bubble with you had been suddenly popped by the presence of a dead love.

But you were stuck, your feet nailed to the floor, gazing at this pillar of a woman. And suddenly the blaring buzz of weight-loss adds and the 'concerns regarding your health' filled up your head. Making you hang your head to glare at your shoes. Jason appeared, looking concerned that you didn't fallow. He came and touched his hand to your back. 'You ok ma'?'

You nodded and tucked your hand back into his, with a cold pit of doubt forming in your stomach.

The next few weeks was a confusing fix of dread and doubt, for the both of you. You became distant, preparing yourself for the eventual confession from Jason that he only got with you because he felt bad. Brushing off his sweet touches and offers for you to spend the night. Resulting in Jason trying to chase after you in fear that his blunt arrogance was driving you away. He was confused, and when he got confused - he got angry. Something he felt an infinite amount of shame regarding because what if his capacity to be stuck in this loop of anger was the thing pushing you away.

You, the one stable thing he found that was able to drowned all of it out. You, he couldn't loose, not because of him.

'Baby.. we- we need to talk' He said, standing from the couch as you tried to escape to the door. You had prepared yourself for these words. Preparing yourself for the stinging pain of loneliness that would fallow as he tells you that you guys should break up. 'Here.. let's just sit' He say's motioning to the couch. At least you would be near him just a bit longer. 'Listen... I know I'm a dick- and that I can be really difficult but.. but baby if I did or said something that's making you so distant.. you need to tell me'. He pleaded, taking your hand into his. This was not in the script you had conjured up in your head. He was supposed to tell you to pack up your stuff and leave. That he had gotten back together with Artemis, someone actually deserving of his praise and unconditional love. Someone who was actually pretty. 'What.. Jace- no.. you.. Wait what are you talking about?' 'I mean- you've been so distant and just off for like weeks now, and if it was something I did.. baby I'm so sorry' 'Your not..? never-mind..' You say, tucking your hands under your thighs. 'So.. did I do someth-' 'No! Gods Jason, no! You didn't do anything I just.. I mean I figured you.. I mean I.. UGh!' You stuttered, simmering in your own frustration. 'Its so stupid..' You mumble, the warmth of Jason's big palm rubbing over your tense back became the rope keeping you from the harsh pit of disappear you were about to be cast into. 'Baby, It is not stupid if it's got you like this. Please, just talk to me..' 'I.. like- I mean Jace, I'm not the prettiest of girls. I'm not skinny.. and I just.. I mean maybe you should be with some-' 'Don't even finish that' He said sternly, grabbing onto both of your shoulders. Making your glossy eyes meet his intense glare. He sighed, taking a moment to place his words in the right order in his head. 'If you think, for even a moment, I would ever fall out of love for you because of how you look- I'm going to throw you off of the balcony' 'Please don't' You giggled, the swell of tears building in the corners of your eyes. 'Is that was this is? You thinking you weren't good enough for me because of your body?' You nod, swiping the tears escaping down your cheeks with the back of your hand. Jason scoffed, seemingly in his own disbelief. He suddenly shifted from the couch to kneeling in front of you, taking both of your hands into his. 'So, not to sound like too much of a pig.. but baby, your body is one of the reasons I fell so hard for you. Your glorious.. every inch of you is perfect' He said. Your fingers reached our to cup his chin and jaw, those rich green eye's looking up at you so lovingly. 'No.. Jace I-' 'Yes. Yes you are. And if I ever start to say or think differently, you better fucking shoot me'. He chuckled, softly rubbing the sides of your thighs. 'But-' 'No'. 'I just-' 'Stop talking' He mumbled kissing your palm as your hand curled around his cheek. You felt whiplashed. This was so far from the expected outcome of this conversation. Weeks of starving yourself of his touch for a false premonition, all for it to end so suddenly. It was this quiet revilement of your doubts. As you looked back into Jasons sorrowful eyes, it was like a fire catching to greater heights as you remembered just why you fell for him. He stood suddenly and bent down to sweep you up from the couch and into his thick arms. Your hands immediately wrapping around his neck as he pressed soft kisses around your cheeks and nose. "Wa- Jay! What are you-?' 'I think.. you are in need of some lovin' tonight Miss L/N. To make up for all this distance.. you owe me that' He said, making his way to his bedroom as his lips traveled down the curve of your neck.

[in-som-niyah]

ok another floating thought:

Jason Todd does not tolerate bad eating habits.

Iced coffee for breakfast? Absolutely not.

6pm and you had not a single sip of water? Forget it.

Having a single slice of toast for lunch AND dinner? Naur babes.

You will be eating 3 square meals a day will allowance for snacks and 'happy foods' as he likes to call them.

As soon as you complain about a headache, stomachache, light-headedness, fatigue he will tell you to go fucking eat something with a glass of water, not coffee.

Its even worse if you live together like i strongly believe he would wake up early just to make you a balanced breakfast before you go about your day.

GOD BUT IF UR IN UNI??? babe be ready bc he will break into your dorm to bring u food that he cooked u himself. (he's a loverboy duh)

no time to cook or order? He's gotchu

too tired? already on the way

exam season with barely any time to take a breath? already on it babe he'll spoonfeed you while you revise your textbook

and plus, how else are you supposed to grow as big and strong as him when you're only eating half a meal a day?

I WANNA MUNCH ON HIS MOOSCLES SO BAD FUCKKKKK

[smutinlove]

Please give me more size kink hcs for Jason!!!

Especially with fem!reader who's 5ft tall 👀

you ask, i deliver, babe.

lowercase is intentional

•this man is a FREAK. he is 6 feet tall, meaning he literally floats over you. and this man is big and strong. he could pick you up easily, and that thought makes him go feral.

•speaking of ferality, this man loves pinning you against a wall. i can envision it right night. his hand holding you in place while the other travels down your body, tracing your curves.

•ugh, am i screaming? yes. on the topic of sounds, this man GROANS will fucking you. and he sounds so hot. just imagine this: missionary position; he's on top of you, jason is covered in sweat, and his cock buried deep inside you while you pant out his name. and he's groaning and grunting, going deeper and deeper inside you. his main goal? to absolutely RUIN your tiny ass.

•okay, okay, headcanon: jason isn't the type of man to use toys, but he will use handcuffs. why? because it gives him a high. a feeling of control over you while he tortures your cunt.

•im ngl, i feel like he's the type of man who will do it anywhere. imagine this: you're at a gala, wearing a tight dress that accentuates your curves. ugh, jason's hands are kept firmly at your waist, occasionally pulling you closer to him whenever you even slightly move an inch. and he's just all over you. like, he's smelling your perfume, burying his head in the crook of your neck, and by the end of the night, you two are in bruce's office, fucking like animals.

•and also, he's just towering over you. he's pulling your hair, tugging you closer to him.

•im thinking of shower sex rn. omg, jason just casually wandering into the shower will you're in there. and he's naked and starts grinding against your ass.

•his hands planted on your waist, his head buried in the crook of your neck as cold water trickles down both of your bodies.

[redhoodkisser]

safe and sound ♡

jason gets a little worried when he doesn't find you at his apartment. warnings : none!

It was the same as every other night Jason imagined. He finished up his patrol, leaving Dick to collect the scraps for him and report back to Bruce. He quickly pulled his phone out to check the time, 3:12 AM. “Shit, I'd better get home now.” He wouldn’t want to come home to find you, his girlfriend, who willingly stayed up to wait for him to come home. Jason would feel terrible knowing you didn’t get enough sleep, so he quickly hopped onto his motorcycle and headed off towards the apartment building.

He quietly opened the door, peeking his head in and checking the surroundings. It was.. quiet. Too quiet for his taste. The lights were off, which was usual but also unusual. On some nights, you’d fall asleep on the couch with the TV on, a sight he was used to. Your shoes weren’t at the front door, and that made him panic a bit, but he took off his boots before stepping inside the apartment. You couldn’t have gone out by yourself, right? He’s told you never to go out a few times unless he or his roommate was with you. Jason couldn’t wait any longer and he was getting more worried with each step he took inside the apartment. So, he immediately checked the guest room, where you’d sleep sometimes when he didn’t come home. “Baby?” He called out, but you weren’t there. He checked his roommate’s room, but it was not there either. (Why would you even need to be in there, anyway?) The worry caught up to him, but he didn’t give up and checked the bathroom.

Oh god, did you go out alone? No, no. You’ve always been one to stay inside the house when he’s out. You’d only go out when it was necessary. He quickly shook it off, though. Because he didn’t check his room yet. You had to be in there; you had to. He slowly placed his hand on the doorknob, twisting it and pushed the door open...

Nothing. You weren’t there either. Oh god, he quickly took his phone out, dialling 911 as he paced around the room in a panic. “Pick up, pick up, pick up..” He was so worried he didn’t hear his bed make a creaking noise as you sat up.

“Jay..?” You called out groggily as she rubbed her eye, which caused him to quickly hang up the phone and bring you into his arms. “Sweetheart... You were sleeping in my room? You should’ve told me before I came home! I was worried sick you were out by yourself at this ungodly hour! Your shoes weren’t there. Anything would've happened if you were out alone and-”

“..Jay, I got a new shoe rack for our shoes.” You gave him a confused look as you told him, making him stop his sentence to take in what you said.

He let out a small chuckle before burying his face in your neck, nuzzling against it. “Is that so? Well, I’m sorry for thinking you went out by yourself. I just.. can’t help but worry about you. I love you so much and would be devastated if anything happened to you.” He peppered a few feather-light kisses on your neck, absorbing that you’re safe and sound. Right here, in his bed, sleeping in it. “You sleep first, okay baby? I need a shower.” You nodded as he let you go, grabbing a towel and heading for the shower.

note : this is my first fic so i apologize if it isn't up to expectations! have a good day :)