#jason todd x innocent reader

[guilty-pleasures21]

Hii i have an idea for part 3 of interrogation w/ Jason!! SO the roleplay thing could be Red Hood (pretending he's high on sex pollen) with an innocent!reader who he's had a crush on for AGES

Basically him being all like "You're the reason this is hurting so much (referring to his hard-on), don't you wanna help your friend feel better? I'll only feel better if you do it..." And X doesn't know anything about sex so she's like "=) Okay I'll help!" basically gets tricked into fucking him

but this is just a random thot k u dont have to like it :)

(also can I be 🐺anon?)

Hooooooooh! I kept having to take breaks while writing this, because it is SO. F**KING. SPICY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@🐺anon, you are my new hero. I hope I have successfully managed to bring your dirty little fantasies to life and I also personally hope to hear from you again soon because BABE?! ⁉️⁉️ This was AMAZING!!!

Sex pollen with innocent best friend

Jason Todd tricking his best friend he's been in love with for AGES into having sex with him.

Warnings: explicit description of sex (male x female) and Jason taking advantage of his best friend's innocence. No age gap, but manipulation is involved.

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     He stood on his best friend's balcony, heavy pants shaking his chest as the arousal flooded his body. F*cking sex pollen. Why the hell would Ivy even need something like that?! Argh! It didn't matter. Right now, all that mattered was that he find some way to relieve himself. Some way that maybe involved his unfairly gorgeous best friend he'd been in love with for … He couldn't even remember a time he hadn't been pining after her. Jason knocked on the glass door and his heart stuttered in his chest when he saw X's small figure rushing over to him.

     Red Hood?! The Red Hood was at her balcony door?! But, oh, he didn't look too good.

     “Mr Hood?” She reached up to place a hand on his brawny shoulder and her brows furrowed with concern as she looked up at him. “Is everything all right?” 

     F*ck! Did she have to be so f*cking cute?! Calling him ‘Mr Hood’ while she gazed up at him with those beautiful eyes of hers, the irises so dark that they reflected the entire night sky in them. He bent over as another wave of arousal hit him, his d*ck starting to throb painfully now that he could smell her sweet strawberry scent. “I'm … I need some … Do you think you could help me out … princess?”

     She was right: it was Jason. The Red Hood was the best friend that she'd had a crush on for ages, but always been too insecure to do anything about. He was the Red Hood, after all, why would he ever choose her over the hundreds of beautiful women falling all over themselves to spend just one night with him? “O-Okay.” 

     She stepped aside to allow him entry into her flat, then locked the balcony door and pulled the curtains shut behind him. But he didn't call anyone else ‘princess’, she argued with herself. He didn't show up to anyone else's place when he was hurt, when he was vulnerable and had absolutely no choice but to depend on someone else for help. She turned to him and tilted her head in question, waiting for him to explain what was wrong. 

     He wanted to rip all her clothes off and murmur filthy things in her ear, then watch the blush crawl up her cheeks as he ate her out. She was just so innocent, so sweet and so ready for him to just eat her up. He winced as his c*ck gave another twitch at the thought. “I … Some chemical … from Ivy.”

     That wasn't good. X took a step closer to him, her heartbeat quickening with anxiety at all the horrible possibilities. “What does it do? Can I help?” 

     This was it. All those filthy daydreams he'd ever had about her, all those restless nights spent tossing and turning in his bed, trying to imagine what she'd feel like in his arms, they were finally going to come true. But only if he could control himself long enough to convince her to take her f*cking clothes off. “It's … It's not dangerous. But it hurts.”

     “Where does it hurt?” Jason placed a hand on his abdomen, then gradually moved it lower, until he landed on his crotch. X's eyes widened in surprise. 

     “Oh!” she gasped before glancing away from him in embarrassment. “Um, how … What should I do?” 

     She wasn't sure what he meant by it ‘hurting’, but she hated the thought of him being in pain, of him panting and wincing as he tried to hide it from her.

     “Can you … Can you massage it? A little?” His c*ck resumed its throbbing at the idea and he hissed at the sensation. How the f*ck could he be so aroused that it physically hurt?! What the hell was the point of having a poison that could do that?! He was going to f*cking murder Ivy after this. Well, maybe he'd thank her first, if she managed to turn all his fantasies about f*cking his lovely little best friend into a reality. But then he’d definitely still murder her after. 

     X gulped at the suggestion. She’d never even seen a penis before let alone touched one! But if it would help … 

     “I can try?” She lowered herself to her knees and reached a hand to his waistband, but stopped before she could grab it. “Do you … Do you need to take your pants off?” 

     “F*ck, yes,” Jason breathed, undoing his belt and zip. It was that easy?! Shit, he should have pretended to be high on this ‘sex pollen’ ages ago!Maybe then he wouldn’t have wasted so much time trying to figure out how to confess his feelings to her. He ripped his pants and underwear off and kicked them aside, finally allowing his already erect c*ck to spring free. 

     “Wow!” X squeaked in surprise. He was so big and so hard, his c*ck twitching and throbbing as it begged for relief. X looked up at him, embarrassed by her naive response. “W-What … How should I start?"

     Shit, shit, shit! She was so f*cking gorgeous, her almond-shaped eyes all wide and round with innocence as she gazed up at him. He cupped her cheek in his hand and pressed down on her lower lip with his thumb, then sucked in a breath when she parted her lips for him.

     “You’re going to want to lubricate it first, sweetheart,” he advised her, his breath catching in his throat at the thought of her rosy lips closing around his c*ck. “Just so you don’t rub the skin raw or anything.”

X nodded slowly, then turned her attention back to his c*ck. She dug her fingers into his thighs as she swallowed hard, her heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and excitement.

     “O-Okay,” she agreed. “Should I … What can I put on it?”

She turned back up to him in question and he growled at the innocent look on her face. He tipped her chin up, guiding her mouth to his c*ck. 

     “Just use your tongue, baby. Your saliva should be good enough.” She glanced back at his d*ck as he brushed his thumb along her cheek. Was that … allowed? Wasn’t it kind of dirty for her to suck on her best friend’s c*ck? Even if he was kind of in a lot of pain right now. But … it wasn’t like it counted as sex, right? That was when you penetrated the other person. At least, that was what she understood of it anyway. So maybe it was all right? She opened her mouth as he took hold of his c*ck, letting him slide it onto her tongue before she closed her lips around it. 

     “F*ck!” He shuddered as she began sucking on his d*ck, her movements slow and careful. She was so cute, her pretty little mouth staying close to his tip, barely able to take him in any further. But shit, it felt good - so f*cking good - having her warm tongue swipe across his slit and trace the veins along his shaft. He tilted her face up to his, wanting to see her pretty eyes peeking up at him from beneath her long, dark lashes as she suckled on his d*ck and he swore he almost came undone at the sight. “Just like that, sweetheart. Just like that, baby. You’re doing such a good job for me, princess, such a good massage.” 

     But she hadn’t even gotten to the massage part yet - this was just supposed to be the lubrication step, right? She tried to remind him of that - tried to speak around his c*ck that was currently stuffed in her mouth - but her words just came out a mess of muffled moans. Jason’s eyes rolled back in pleasure at the sound - at the fact that his d*ck was filling up her mouth so nicely that she couldn’t even speak! - and he grabbed onto the back of her head to slide her faster along his length.

     He was too big, too much, and she felt herself choking a little as his tip bounced against the back of his throat. But he seemed to like that, if the euphoric groans falling from his mouth were anything to go by. He pulled her hard against him and she tried to swallow - an involuntary response - but was stopped by the bulk of his d*ck laying in her mouth. 

     “F*ck,” Jason groaned, his mind going numb with pleasure at the feeling of her trying to swallow around his d*ck. Shit, it was so f*cking good that it wasn’t long before he was spilling into her mouth, his sticky c*m dripping down her tongue and along the back of her throat. X sputtered, caught off guard, and Jason finally released her so that she could pull her head back. His best friend looked up at him in confusion, wiping away the mixture of c*m and saliva spilling out of her mouth. F*ck, she looked so pretty like that, he wanted to just rip his helmet off and kiss her. But he couldn’t do that, because then she’d know who he really was. And then she’d definitely stop, excruciating pain or not. And no way in hell was he going to let that happen - not until he’d come inside of her, at least. Then he’d reveal his identity to her and f*ck her so good that she’d pass out in his arms from the exhaustion. And then he’d take her out to dinner and confess his feelings for her. Perfect. 

     “What’s … What was that?” She hadn’t expected for that sticky liquid to come shooting out of him like that. But it seemed to relax him a little, so maybe it was helping? 

     “That was the poison, sweetheart,” he lied to her, gripping her chin in his hand and brushing his thumb along her lower lip. “You see how much you got out? You see how much you helped me, baby? Such a good girl, princess, taking care of me like that. You want to help me some more?”

She brushed her fingers along his shaft, noticing how hard he still was. Was there still a lot of poison inside of him? Why wasn’t it affecting her? 

     “But … isn’t that dangerous?” she asked him, bewildered. “Won’t I get hurt too?”

Jason shook his head quickly, his fingers never leaving her face as they alternated between stroking her cheek and running through her hair. 

     “No, no, no!” he reassured her, another lie forming in his mind. “It only affects guys, sweetheart. You’ll be fine, baby. You just … You gotta help me get the poison out. Hmm?” 

     Jason took hold of his c*ck - still painfully hard in his hand - and traced the outline of her lips with his tip. “You see this? You see how hard I still am, baby? That’s ‘cause the poison’s still inside. You gotta keep going if you want to help me, okay?”

X nodded and curled her fingers around his c*ck, her slender digits brushing along his shaft delicately. 

     “Should I … Should I suck on it again?” She kneaded his d*ck as she said it, squeezing and stroking him so gently, like she really was trying to give him a massage. Argh! She was so sweet! 

     “You can use your hands too,” he assured her, his c*ck springing back to life at her careful touches. She didn’t know how bad the poison was or how long she had to get it out of his system, but the quicker the better, right? 

     “How … How do I do that?” He took hold of her arms and lifted her up so she was standing before him, her damp shirt clinging to her chest and outlining the stiff peaks of her nipples perfectly. Shit. 

     “Just … Just like how you’re doing it now, sweetheart,” he told her, his eyes roving across her body beneath his mask. He had to get her out of her f*cking clothes! He trailed his fingers along her curves, trying to come up with an excuse. “But … But don’t you want to take this shirt off? You’re all soaked, princess.” 

     “I’m okay!” she chirped, her hands leaving his c*ck and moving up to his chest. He was so strong, his muscles all broad and hard beneath her hands. She bit her lip as he snuck his fingers underneath her shirt and her body shivered at the feeling of his calloused palms brushing along her skin.

     “You sure?” he questioned, sliding his hands up and down her sides. Shit, she was soft. “You don’t have to be shy around me, princess. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable. You’ve done so well tonight, helping me out. Let me help you out too. Hmm? Please, sweetheart?”

He was asking so nicely - Jason never said ‘please’ - and she was feeling pretty uncomfortable, her shirt all wet with the sticky liquid that had seeped out of him. 

     “Hmm, okay,” she agreed after a moment of hesitation. Jason swallowed down his elated cheer and slipped her shirt off, casting it aside. Then he turned back to her and all remaining rational thought left his mind. F********ck! She was so. F*cking. Gorgeous! Her curly hair tumbling over her shoulders, her cheek rosy with embarrassment, her perky little breasts all round and full. How was she so perfect?! 

     “Let me …” Jason reached his hands up and cupped her breasts, then began kneading them gently, marvelling at how soft she was. “You’re still a little sticky, princess. Let me clean you up.” 

     She let out a surprised yelp when he closed his fingers around her soft flesh and he growled at the sound. But he kept his movements slow, tender, his touch featherlight as he circled her breasts reverently. 

     “Um, M-Mr Hood?” X managed to squeak out, her mind quickly growing fuzzy at the feeling of his warm hands gliding over her sensitive skin. “D-Do you … s-still … need help?” 

     Jason grunted in agreement, then slid his hands around her waist and up her back. He pulled her flush against him and groaned as he dragged his fingers down her soft skin. God, he wished he could kiss her. “Yes. I need … I need …” 

     He pulled back and watched himself trace his hands all along her body, his fingers lingering on the smooth curves of her breasts and waist. Then he slid his fingers into her pyjamas and pulled them down her thighs, letting them fall to the ground. She squeaked in surprise and quickly squeezed her legs together, and he grabbed her ass in his hands, pulling her close to him. “F*******ck. You’re so soft, princess.” 

     She clutched his shoulders, her nipples tingling as they pressed up against his chest. She wasn’t sure how this was helping him, but it seemed to bring him some sort of relief, squeezing and stroking her as he was doing so. He kept groaning and sighing, the deep vibrations of his voice rumbling out of his chest and into her own, causing her body to shiver involuntarily. 

     “J-Jason, I … Something’s … coming out of me too. You sure I can’t be accidentally poisoned?” She’d felt a sticky liquid - not unlike his own - start leaking out of her vagina earlier, and it was absolutely soaking her thighs by this point. She’d never experienced such a sensation before, but it kept getting worse every time her nipples brushed up against his chest. 

     “Hmm? Let me see,” Jason commanded, immediately concerned. Was she hurt? Was there actually some sort of poison in the pollen Ivy had sprinkled on him? He’d f*cking murder her if there was; if anything were to happen to his precious little X because of her. 

     God, this was so embarrassing! He wanted to see her vagina! And the weird discharge that continued to drip out of it! But what if it was something serious? And she needed to go see a doctor? Maybe it was better to just let him check first. 

     “Um, it’s, um,” she hesitated before stepping back from him and going over to the sofa. Her body trembled as she pried open her legs slowly, exposing her deliciously drenched centre to him, and he fell between her knees desperately. She was so small - and tight, too, probably. Shit, it was going to feel so good being inside of her, so- Wait a minute. Had she just used his name? 

     “What did you just call me?” Jason looked up at her, a hint of confusion in his voice as he asked her the question. Oh no! Had she used his name? She couldn’t remember - she was too ashamed by the way she’d spread herself out before him, her naked body entirely on display for him. 

     “Uh, I … M-Mr Hood?” she tried, hoping he was too distracted by the poison to notice her slip-up. But, of course, this was Jason, and nothing ever escaped his notice. 

     “That’s not what I heard, princess.” He took off his jacket, then his shirt, his c*ck continuing to twitch desperately at the sight of her blushing p*ssy, all red and swollen as it begged for his attention. “How long have you known? Why didn’t you say anything?” 

     Finally, he removed his mask, revealing his dark hair and his sparkling eyes and his sharp jawline. He licked his lips as he leaned closer to her, and she sucked in a breath at the sight. “I-I … I’ve known … for a while now. Just … It’s the way you walk. And how you always call me ‘princess’? I didn’t want to say anything because I thought … I thought maybe you didn’t trust me.” 

     He dragged his eyes away from her centre for just a moment, just long enough for him to see the pout her rosy lips twisted into. Then he pressed his thumb to her clit and she yelped in surprise at the unfamiliar sensation. “Of course I trust you, princess. I just … I just didn’t want you to get hurt.” 

     He circled her clit for a bit, nudging it gently with his thumb so that she kept twitching and moaning, unable to contain her pleasure. Then he pushed his mouth into her folds and groaned loudly as he began lapping up her juices. 

     “J-Jason!” she exclaimed, twisting her fingers into his hair in surprise. Her legs wriggled around his head as he dragged his tongue along her sensitive nerves, teasing her and stroking her until her entire body was quivering beneath his touch. “I-Is this … What are you doing? Is this allowed?” 

     God, she was so cute! And so naughty too - she’d sucked on his d*ck knowing that it was him? The whole time? Maybe she wasn’t as innocent as he'd thought. 

     “Anything’s ‘allowed’, princess,” he chuckled, the vibrations of his voice tickling her already desperate little p*ssy and pleasing her even further. “We can do whatever we want. And besides, I’m not doing anything wrong. I’m just trying to help clean you up. Hmm?” 

     He looked up at her and she swallowed at the sight of the sticky liquids dripping down his chin. Was he … Was he eating her up? Did she taste good? She must have if he seemed so satisfied by it. X nodded slowly and tried to relax back into her seat as he returned his mouth to her vagina, his lips closing around her folds and sucking them into his mouth. She tried to keep quiet, to not bother him while he did his best to help her out, but it was so difficult! She just kept squealing and moaning and squirming beneath his touch, the insistent throbbing inside of her getting more and more desperate as he dribbled his tongue along her bundle of nerves. He pulled her into his mouth again and she dug her fingers into the cushions as he circled her entrance with his tongue, trying her hardest to keep still and make his job a little easier. But then he slid tongue inside her hole and she found herself sliding down the sofa and sighing with relief. Jason gripped onto her knees, holding her apart so that he could push his tongue even deeper inside of her and start lapping at her walls. And then he hit this one spot that had her leg twitching involuntarily, her body tensing up every time he curled his tongue against it. “J-Jason … S-Something’s .. happening …” 

     Jason didn’t respond, instead speeding up his movements, his tongue pressing harder against her spot. Then finally, she was coming, her tight little body shaking and shuddering against him as he kept his mouth glued firmly to her p*ssy. He licked her up desperately as she spilled her arousal into his mouth - f*ck, she tasted so sweet! How did she taste so sweet?! - and refused to move even after she’d finished, choosing instead to admire the way her breasts heaved up and down as she tried to catch her breath. 

     “Um, Jace?” she began hesitantly, trying to pull herself away from him. But he tightened his grip on her, keeping her in place so he could continue licking up the sticky liquid splattered all over her thighs. “I-I … feel a lot better now, Jace. The … The throbbing is gone.” 

     She didn’t know how he’d done it, but he’d managed to get rid of that pulsing sensation inside of her, that tightness that had kept squeezing at her insides. Was that how he was feeling too? The sweat dripping down his forehead, his breaths coming in shallow and heavy pants? It must be painful.

     “C-Can I … Can I help you too?” she suggested when he finally dragged his mouth away from her sweet little p*ssy. He looked up at her, dazed, trying to figure out what she was talking about. 

     “Huh?” he questioned, his brain so clouded with lust and desire that he found himself unable to focus on anything but the taste of her still lingering on his tongue. F*ck, she tasted good. 

     “Do you still need help, Jay?” X asked, her beautiful little body glistening with sweat as he climbed up over her. Help? What did he need help with? Oh, right: his throbbing d*ck that was still so painfully hard for her. 

     “Come here. Come here, princess.” He lifted her up, onto his hips, then pulled her lower back, arching her towards him so that her breasts were right up in his face. He trailed his fingers around one, then squeezed her flesh gently and bent over to groan against her neck when she squealed in response. F****ck. She was so f*cking cute! “I need … I need …” 

     He nudged her head back with his nose, exposing her throat to him so that he could lick his way along it. She squeaked in surprise as he nipped at her jaw, and he chuckled before finally pressing his lips to hers and kissing her. 

     She curled her toes as he kissed her, trying her hardest to match his aggressive pace. But she was just so overwhelmed by all the new sensations around her: his warm tongue swirling around her mouth, his broad chest pressing against her breasts, his hard c*ck twitching against her p*ssy. He did feel really nice though, his large form wrapped protectively around her, his familiar masculine scent dancing through the air around her. She shifted in position, wrapping her arms around his neck and sinking into the kiss, and then she didn’t feel so nervous anymore. He groaned as she brushed her tongue against his and pushed her back against the sofa, his hands travelling all over her body as he continued kissing her. He was so gentle, despite his obvious hunger for her, so tender in the way he caressed her soft curves. X smiled against his mouth and Jason pulled back to look at her as their teeth clashed. 

     “You okay?” he asked, reaching a hand up to cup her cheek. “You okay, baby?”

She nodded and nuzzled his palm softly, her lips stretched into a sweet smile. Then she straightened and her features rearranged themselves into an expression of concern. 

     “But what about you, Jay?” she asked him, feeling how hard he still was beneath her. “You’re still … You’ve still got some of that poison inside of you, right? How do we get it out?”

Shit. Jason let his head fall forward onto her shoulder as he bit back a groan. She was so … Ugh! He wrapped his arms around her and stroked her back gently, relishing the feeling of her, small and soft in his arms. It was so much better than anything he’d ever imagined. 

     “You want to help me? Hmm?” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “ You want to help me get this poison out?”

He pulled back to look at her, his expression serious as he waited for her answer. But of course she wanted to help him! Of course she’d do anything to help her best friend in the whole world! X nodded eagerly, her fingers still curled loosely around his shoulders. 

     “It might hurt, princess,” he warned her, his moss-coloured eyes fixed on her face as he brushed his fingers along her cheek. “Just a little, just in the beginning. Are you okay with that?” 

     “Of course!” she chirped quickly, offended that he’d question her loyalty. “It’s better than you hurting for the rest of the night!” 

     God, he loved her. If he hadn’t been in love with her before, then he definitely was now. She was just so sweet and so kind, always looking after him and taking care of him. And never expecting anything in return either! Well, he’d take care of her tonight. He’d take such f*cking good care of her, she’d never find herself wanting for anything ever again. 

     “Tell me if it hurts, all right?” Jason told her, taking hold of his c*ck and rubbing it along her folds. “I’ll … I’ll stop if it hurts.”

F*cking liar. How the hell was he going to be able to stop himself once his d*ck got a taste of that sweet little p*ssy of hers? X nodded and Jason shifted in position slightly, lifting her up enough for him to slip his tip into her. She sucked in a breath, unused to the feeling, then exhaled slowly so that her body relaxed to allow more of him in. And f*ck if he wasn’t going to come undone right there. But he maintained his self-control, pushing his d*ck into her inch by inch. She curled her toes and bit down on her lip to muffle her pained whimper, and Jason forced himself to stop. He was already more than halfway inside of her, but he didn’t want to force it. He wanted her to enjoy it, to be pleasured by the feeling of being stuffed full with his c*ck, the bulk of him brushing up against her walls and stretching her out pleasingly. 

     She curled her toes, feeling a little uncomfortable at the way he stretched her out. It wasn’t an entirely unwelcome sensation though, being so filled up by him like this. And he’d said it would only hurt for a little while. “I-Is this helping, Jay? Does it feel better?” 

     “Mmhmm, so much better, baby,” he assured her, brushing her hair away from her face. F****ck. She kept leaking around him, her tight little p*ssy soaking him in her warm and slippery c*m, lubricating him so he could move in and out of her more easily. “You okay if I start moving?” 

     “Huh?” She furrowed her brows as she looked up at him, confused. 

     “I have to …” he sighed, trying to come up with an explanation. “You know how you were massaging me earlier? With your … your mouth and your hands? I’m going need you to do the same now.” 

     “O-Okay,” she agreed, still a little confused. But then he thrust himself into her and she yelped in surprise at the sudden movement. 

     “You okay … sweetheart?” Jason forced out through gritted teeth. He dug his fingers into her sides, trying to stop himself from moving in and out of her. But f*ck, it was hard. Especially when she felt so f*cking good, her sweet little p*ssy throbbing around his d*ck so obediently. X nodded and Jason continued his movements, but slower this time, nice and gentle, his hips rolling against hers carefully. And f*ck, it felt so good, sliding in and out of her, hearing the sweet squelching sound every time he moved. 

     “Mmm, f*ck,” Jason mumbled, lowering his head to her shoulder as he continued moving his hips against hers. It had been a little uncomfortable at first, but she was starting to get used to the size of him now. And it felt really nice, having him fill her up so nicely, the bulk of him brushing against her walls carefully and his tip prodding against this one spot inside of her that had her shivering with relief. She curled her arms tighter around him and he began pressing open-mouthed kisses to her neck and shoulder, his lips and tongue travelling along her skin appreciatively. “Feels so good, princess.” 

     He dragged his nails down her back, then pulled her hips against his and bent over to press his lips to her nipple. She let out a choked gasp as he suckled on her gently, then she twisted her fingers into his hair. “J-Jason … Are we … Isn’t this, like, sex … or something?” 

     “Yeah, but it’s … it’s okay, right, princess?” he asked in between the tender kisses he showered over her breasts. “You’re just … You’re just helping me out, right? Helping me get the poison out and feel better?” 

     “Mmm, yeah …” she conceded, her body tightening as he continued to suck on her breasts and pump his c*ck in and out of her. It was … kind of nice, having sex with him. He was really gentle and he kept making sure that she was comfortable before moving any further. She decided that she liked it. Jason pulled her breast into his mouth and sucked on it, then released it again with a ‘pop’. X squealed at the sensation and Jason looked up at her, concerned. 

     “What happened? You all right, princess?” he asked her, his expression dazed, his eyes dark with lust. X nodded quickly. 

     “Yup!” she reassured him, starting to enjoy herself a little. She glanced away from him, giving a shy smile that made his heart start beating like crazy. “It just feels nice, that’s all.”

Jason gave a wicked grin, then increased the movements of his hips as he returned his mouth to her breasts. It wasn’t long before she was shaking and shuddering in his arms, her p*ssy squeezing around his c*ck as she came for him. Jason moaned and squeezed her tighter, delighting in the way her small body shivered against him as he held her close. And then he returned his attention to her breasts, determined to make her c*m for him until she passed out in his arms.

     “J-Jason …” X whined as he licked and sucked on her breasts, her body exhausted from the numerous orgasms he kept giving her. It had been more than an hour since he’d started and she didn’t think she’d be able to take any more. 

     "Just one more, baby, just one more,” Jason pleaded with her, his hard c*ck pumping in and out of her repeatedly. He meant it this time: he could feel himself starting to slow down, the testosterone finally starting to recede from his body. But god, she looked so hot, her sweet little p*ssy stuffed full of his c*ck - all the way up to his balls now! - her thighs and abdomen splashed with his c*m that he’d quickly replace everytime it started drying on her skin. F*********ck!

He bounced her up and down on his lap, feeling his body start to tighten in anticipation. And then she was milking his d*ck again, and he was coming inside of her, his c*ck shooting every last drop of his sperm inside of her. X moaned as she shuddered in his arms, her body twisting and contracting as his old c*m spilled out of her p*ssy again. Shit, she was so cute when she was coming, her forehead creased in frustration, her eyes shut tight with fatigue, her lips twisted into an annoyed pout. He breathed a sigh of relief when he was done, his c*ck finally going limp in her p*ssy, and slumped over in exhaustion. 

     “Jason! Sleep!” X pawed at his shoulder drowsily before sinking into his chest. Jason smiled and stroked her hair gently before pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, never having felt more satisfied than right then, the girl he’d loved for so long falling asleep in his arms.

     “All right, sweetheart,” he relented, already planning out their date for tomorrow night. “Let’s get you washed up and into bed.”

AHHH! I'm sorry if the ending is a bit abrupt, I wanted to finish this and get it out before I went to bed!!!

[slut4thebroken]

Jason’s Dirty Secret

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Pairing | Dark pervert!Jason Todd × innocent Batgirl!reader

Summary | When Jason gives in to his urges, they only get worse.

Warnings | Sexual content, 18+, lowkey misogynistic!Jason lol, non con pic taking, non con groping, non con oral, non con use of sleep meds, non con come eating, non con recording, everything in this in non consensual, cause she is unaware lol, adopted siblings, but like... he doesn't think of her that way and neither does she.

Words | 2k

Notes | I don’t even know man. I think I blacked out when I wrote this

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He doesn’t know how it happened. But all of a sudden it just quickly grew into a weekly routine, then a daily routine. Sometimes you would go out on patrol on days that he stayed home. So he used that time to go into your room. 

It started out simple, looking through your underwear drawer, every once in a while pocketing one to rub his dick with later. But he quickly became bolder. He’d walk in your room, then pull his pants down below his balls to free his cock and use your panties to wipe the precum beading at the tip, so it would indirectly touch your cunt. Or he’d position your pillow on the edge of the bed and rut against it, like he would if it were you under him. He had to refrain from coming on it though, not wanting it to stain and draw attention. So he settled for just smearing precum on it. 

Sometimes he’d even jack off to completion in your room. He’d go through your laundry hamper to find your panties from the previous day and put them against his face to smell you, then stroke his cock with them before bunching the fabric over the tip and coating them in his come. 

When he eventually was not as easily satisfied from that, he set up a few cameras. He put one in the light, right above your shower, and another in the vent, aimed at your perfectly placed bed, but it also pretty much showed your entire room. Whenever you got back from patrol or finished training, he’d rush up to his room and wait in front of his open laptop, his cock already hard and leaking in his hand. 

He watched you on the screen as you took off your slutty workout clothes and put them in the hamper before making your way to the bathroom. The first time he watched you shower he was completely focused on the sight of your nude body, but the second time he watched was when he got the idea. After you left the apartment, he walked in your room and jacked off the way he normally did, using your pillow or underwear, but stopped when he neared his orgasm. He headed to your bathroom and grabbed your body wash, then opened it and resumed fucking his fist. 

It’s almost like you fucking wanted him to do this since you chose a body wash that was the exact same color and conistancy as his come. So you can’t really blame him. He debated jizzing in your face wash too, but even he’s not that cruel. The next day, he watched you shower, almost immediately coming when you rubbed the body wash over every inch of your skin. 

He doesn’t even know how this idea came to him, maybe in a dream, but he wanted to do more with his come. The first time it was easy. Alfred made cinnamon rolls the day before and you took some home, so he decided to be a nice big bother and bring you one for dessert while you were studying. He stopped by his room and it didn’t take him long to come while he thought of what he was about to do. 

“Come in.” You muttered when he knocked on the door. He walked in, closing the door behind him, and you didn’t even glance up from your textbook, chewing on your pen as you read. 

“How’s the studying going?” He asked, taking a seat on the edge of your bed, near you. 

“Terrible. But I feel better now that you’re here.” You said, turning to him with a wide smile on your face. 

“I thought you could use a dessert break.” He returned your smile and held the plate out to you. 

“Oh that looks amazing.” You said, taking it from him and immediately digging in. The first bite you had no reaction, other than an exaggerated vulgar moan that made his cock twitch, but the second bite, you paused and furrowed your brows. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked, jeans becoming painfully tight. 

“I don’t know, it just- it tastes a little funny.” You said, trying another bite. 

“Maybe Alfred messed up something this time. Do you want me to get you something else?”

“No- no, it’s okay.” He knew you would say that. “It’s not… bad. It’s just different I guess. More salty?” 

“Are you sure? I don’t mind.”

“I’m sure.” You gave him a small smile and continued eating, making small talk that he couldn’t focus on as he watched. Somehow this was hotter than the idea of you swallowing his come after he fucked your throat. Maybe because you were unaware. 

Maybe, he thought with a scoff. More like definitely.

The next time he put it in your tea. He already knew exactly how you take your tea so he just added the milk and extra sugar to balance out the saltiness, then stopped by his room, making sure to hurry so it didn’t get cold. 

You were studying again when he opened your door. You gratefully took the tea and started complaining about an upcoming test you had, but he wasn’t listening. He couldn’t. Not when you took a sip, then immediately started chugging it. 

“This tastes so good, what’d you do?” You asked, barely pulling away from the cup to speak. 

“Nothing special.” He shrugged. “I made it how I always do.” You bought it and continued drinking until the mug was less than half full. “You like it?” He asked, cock throbbing. 

“I love it. Thank you, Jay, this was just what I needed.” You smiled, setting down the mug to get up and give him a hug. You pressed your body against his, making his hips flinch forward, but if you noticed, you didn’t say anything. 

“You’re welcome, princess. You ever want more, I’ll happily make it again for you.” He tried to hide his smirk with a smile as pulled back. 

The first time he put it in your tea, he stupidly brought a spoon to mix it. The second time though, he decided to forgo the spoon all together. He came in the drink, then without giving it another thought, used his own dick to stir it. It was weird at first, especially because he was still hard, but he did it, then watched the way you gulped it down, letting out a low, satisfied moan at the taste. Was putting his dick in tea with milk and sugar a bad idea? Maybe… But any and all consequences would be worth it. 

It became an obsession, trying to put it in anything he could, and you never once questioned why some of the food he made tasted weird. When that wasn’t enough anymore, he came up with more ideas. 

You’d started taking this pill to help you sleep, only on school nights though so you’d be able to get a full eight hours, and he knew he couldn’t let this opportunity go to waste. The first time he came into your room while you were sleeping, he was cautious- never moving too suddenly or making any noise. He didn’t want to take too much of a risk so he just lifted your shirt up enough to show your tits, then fucked his fist, making sure to come in his hand. 

The second time though, he decided to be a little more bold. He was still trying not to make any sudden movements and he said your name throughout it to make sure you were still asleep, but he lifted your shirt and pulled the blankets down so he could see your panties and bare tits. This time he came on your chest, then grabbed your underwear from the laundry basket to wipe it away. As he was doing that though, you stirred, making him freeze. He waited a few seconds after you stilled again to finish wiping your chest. 

He knew he had to make sure you’d stay completely knocked out so he decided to take matters into his own hands. Along with his come, he put something in your tea that should keep you dead asleep for a few hours. You drank it eagerly, moaning at the taste, making his cock throb. When your eyes started to grow heavy, he waited only a few more seconds before lifting you and carrying you to your bed. If you asked, he’d say you fell asleep and he just wanted to make sure you’d be comfortable. That’s why he changed your clothes too. Once you were completely bare on top of the sheets, he groped your tits, paying extra attention to your nipples as they hardened easily, making him smirk. 

Suddenly moving away from you, he took his clothes off impatiently, then kneeled over your torso. He let his dick rest on your sternum, then pushed your tits together and started fucking them. You didn’t even stir, you just stayed completely still. When precum started beading at the tip, he released your breasts to grab his cock, then wiped his arousal over your lips. As he stared at your pink and now shiny lips, an idea formed. 

He gently plugged your nose and you just barely shifted before you instinctively opened your mouth letting him slide in as he released your nose. He fucked your mouth slowly, trying not to go too deep. He wasn’t sure if your gag reflex would work the same while you were unconscious and he didn’t want to risk you throwing up on his cock. 

He neared his orgasm much sooner than he would’ve liked and he let himself come in your mouth with a low groan. You let out a muffled sound, only moving a tiny bit underneath him. When he pulled back, your head lulled to the side and his come started flowing out of your mouth onto your pillow, but he paid no mind to it. It’ll dry before you wake up. 

He got up and grabbed your underwear, putting it back on, making a mental note to start with that next time. When he picked up your pajama shirt, he debated just leaving you bare but that would make you suspicious so he did his best to put it on you without getting any of his come on his hands. When he did though, he just wiped it off on your cheek. 

“Jay?” You mumbled, yawning and rubbing your eyes as you walked into the living room a few hours later. 

“Hey, princess. You passed out on me, what happened?” 

“I dunno, I just got so tired. Did you carry me to my bed?” You asked, sitting next to him on the couch. 

“Yeah. And I changed you into your pjs so you wouldn’t have to sleep in your jeans.” 

“Oh.” You looked down at your body, seemingly just now noticing what you were wearing. “Thanks, Jay.” You said, hugging his arm and leaning your head on your shoulder. 

He could only wait two days before he had to do it again. You drank his come and the drug, then fell asleep on the couch, letting him carry you to your room. He made quick work of undressing you, then opened your legs and sat between them, not even bothering to do anything other than unzip his pants. Despite his eagerness, he wanted the first time he touched you to be something you remember, so he fucked his fist, gaze trailing all over your body. 

He came with a moan, painting your cunt with his seed and letting himself rest for only a moment before grabbing your underwear and putting it back on, keeping his come in place. It soaked through the fabric relatively quickly, so he grabbed his phone from his pocket and took a picture, making sure to get your tits in the frame too. He pocketed the device and righted his clothes before getting up to put your shirt back on, already thinking of what he was going to do next. 

[e-nonsense]

“We’re not going anymore, get on the bed.”

pairing. jason todd x reader

warnings. SMUT, use of pet names (ma), Jason being a horny bastard, he refers to your titties as ‘my pretty girls’, and your coochie as ‘she’

prompts used. “We’re not going anymore, get on the bed.” from smut prompt list

a/n. this one made me giggle. Jason just loves his girl

“Holy fuck,” Jason gawked at the sight of you in that pretty little red dress. Dick and Kory had invited the two of you on a double date, much to Jason’s dismay you wanted to go.

You glanced up at him, eyes wide and pretty like that lipgloss you were wearing, his words rang worry through you, “is it too much?” You ask nervously.

Jason snorts, “oh ma, it’s just enough.” He grins as he moves closer, hands on your hips, pulling you into him. His hands wander down your hips to your thighs as he presses kisses down your neck. “Red?”

You nodded, “wanted to wear your colour.”

Jason swears he could cum with just those words alone, the innocent and pure adoration you have for him and wanting to wear his colour. His colour, something to mark you as his.

“We’re not going anymore, get on the bed.”

“What—” you don’t get another word out when he tosses you over his shoulder, walking you over to the bed. “Jay, we told Dick we’d come.”

“Mhm,” he hums in response, not really listening to you as he presses kisses all over you chest. “You’re gonna be coming alright.”

“Jason!” You shriek as the spaghetti straps of your dress snap.

“Shhh, I’ll buy you another one.” He mumbles, freeing your breasts with a little grin, “there’s my girls. My pretty girls.” His big hands engulf them, pinching at your nipples before sucking one into your mouth.

He worked his way down your body, lifting up the bottom of your dress so its bunched around your hips, the pretty pink lace under your dress on display. “You’re so pretty, she’s all dressed up f’me.” He presses a kiss against the gusset of your panties, right against your clit.

“You ready, ma?” He looks up at you with all the love in world in his pretty eyes. “We’re not stopping until sunrise.. heh.” He snorts, “maybe not even then.” He adds before pulling your panties to the side and diving in.

© e-nonsense. do no copy/steal/translate. do it and I’ll bite your toes off

[spidernuggets]

im very intrigued and fascinated about the way you write jason! i wonder what would happen next when reader found out the man she has been lusting for is the red hood👀 (if youre up to and feel free to ignore this if you dont) for part 2 jason x reader. thank youuuu

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Part 2 to this.

MDNI

Warning: more of reader's fantasies, Jason losing his self-control, slight biting, fingering

"Ah, you're a bouncer?" You said, leaning your chin against your palm as you talked with Jason. When he asked you out on a proper date at the same place the two of you first met, you were thrilled.

Sure, you didn't want to replace your boy, Red Hood, but he didn't seem like the person who'd reveak his identity to some civilian who would oatch him up every once in a while. Plus, you haven't been dating for a while, so now you got this hunk of beef sitting right in front of you.

"Yeah, yeah.. Not at a set place, though. I move around from time to time." Jason said, sipping on his black coffee. When asking you out, he believed it would've been a breeze.

Well, it has. It wasn't awkward. It seemed like you were having a great time, and he liked that. What he didn't like was now that you told him— Well. Told Red Hood your... 'infatuation' with this newfound civilian, Jason Todd, with every glace you took with each part of his body; his legs, his arms, his hands, his fucking nose, his mind would replay those atrocious but delicious scenes you described to him: Choking you with his biceps, squishing your face with his thighs, your sopping cunt dragging over his crooked nose-

"Do you get a lot of weirdos to deal with?" You suddenly asked, breaking him out of his trance.

He shrugged, pretending that his cock wasn't semi hard right now. "Here and there." He said.

Jason would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about you before you told him about your fantasies. He remembers the ice-cold showers he had to take with his hand grasped around his cock, visualising your mouth and moans as his slick mixed with the water.

He was so ashamed. You were some innocent civilian he met, helping him out with his injuries. But that all changed when you met Jason Todd. He still felt a little humiliation thinking about you naked so easily. He taught himself to be more respectful than that. But, hey. He asked you on a date. Baby steps.

You shrugged. "Shouldn't be a problem for you, huh? With those muscles, I doubt they'd give you much threat."

You bastard.

Why the hell did you have to comment on his muscles? He felt like pouncing on you to satisfy your desire if shoving his tongue dow your throat.

He cleared his throat. "Nothing I can't handle."

"Thanks for asking me out, Jason," you said, looking up at him as the two of you stood outside. "I had fun. We should do it again sometime."

He hated you. You acted all innocent. He knew right now that you were thinking of the most filthiest things. And that's making him think of the most filthiest things. That's your fault he's thinking this way. It's totally your fault. But he wouldn't admit to himsekf that he's definitely coming over to your place as Red Hood to hear what other things you have to say about Jason.

He nodded. "I had fun, too." He lightly smiled back. "I'll see you around, yeah?"

"Mhm. Bye, Jason," you said as you got on your bus.

"Holy. Shit, Red." You groaned, cleaning a small wound on his arm.

"I don't wanna hear it." He gruffs.

Yes. Yes, the hell he does.

"Don't care. You should've thought twice about coming over for me to clean a scratch," you scoffed.

"As if he couldn't get any sexier, he's a goddamn bouncer. Fuuuck, I would literally pay to see him throw around some weirdos."

Red Hood turned to face you. "You know bouncers don't do that, right?"

"Shut up. Don't interrupt me. Anyway. I literally would've let him kiss me there. Slow and soft, hard and wet, who cares, I'd accept either. And if we weren't in a damn cafe, I would've let him bend me over that stulid table."

Jason didn't realise how good his self-control was. If he was alone, he'd be rock hard. Hell, he'd probably already be cumming.

"There. All done." You said, tossing the blood-stained wipes into the bin. "What?" You said when you turned around, seeing Red Hood stare silently at you.

It was stupid, really. Jason Todd and Red Hood are the same person. The same person that you were thinking so dirty of. But you didn't know that. So, you talking about wanting to fuck 'some other guy' instead of him pissed him off. He wanted you to tell him directly.

Ah. Maybe that's why he wasn't hard.

"You literally saw me beat people to a pulp, and you're worked up about this guy being a bouncer? One whose job isn't to toss people around?" He gruffed, a scowl on his face.

"You jealous?" You smirked. "I told you so many times. I'd be interested in you if I knew what you look like. You're hot as fuck... But at the same time I don't know if you're hot as fuck."

"You're really fucking annoying, you know that?" He said, standing up, making you scrunch your brows together.

"What?—"

"How many times do I have to tell you to shut up about your weird sexual desires about this guy you went on ONE date with?" Jason doesn't know what he's doing. Or what he's saying. He wants to do all that shit with you. Make you scream, make you cum, make you feel good. It's not your fault you don't know, but he doesn't want to blame himself for wanting you so much.

You rolled your eyes. "I told you not to come back if you didn't wanna kno—"

Jason tore his helmet off, his eyes blown, and his cheeks flushed. It was just hot under his helmet, he guesses.

"Oh, what the fuck." You said, your shoulders sagging and your jaw dropped as he revealed himself to you. Though your shock quickly changed to embarrassment.

Oh my fucking god, you just told this guy the most horrid things you'd let him do to you.

Jason stormed his way right in front of you, towering over you. "How many times, huh?" He repeated. "I told you to shut up, but you never fucking listen."

His rough voice was supposed to be threatening. But why the hell were your legs clenched together at the way he shadowed over you? Why the hell was his snarled face and gritted teeth making you want to get on your knees.

"Your face.. that face.." He lowly said, pointing his finger between your eyes. "You're doing it again! You're letting that vulgar brain think again! Do you know how hard it was today? Having to take you on a date without wanting you to drag you to an empty aisle and fuck you senseless?" His hands moved to your hips, gripping them tight as his touch sent a wave of heat rushing to your core.

"The fuck- I didn't know!How the hell was I supposed to know you were Red Hood!" You defended yourself, though he ignored it.

"Come here." He demanded, tmdragging you dmto the couch. He sat down, pulling you with him. You stumbled over him, your ass rutting against his crotch, making him groan as your back was flush against his chest.

Jason left one hand resting on your hip, bringing his other arm to wrap around your neck. "This what you wanted, sweetheart?" He said spitefully.

You gasped, your hands instantly holding onto his forearm. Holy shit, it's happening. You don't know whether to be scared or excited.

"Jason.." You squeaked, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

"What? I thought this was what you wanted." He lowly said, giving your hips a squeeze before trailing his hand down to your thigh, rubbing it up and down. He then flexed his other arm, just a bit to put slight strain to your throat.

It was pathetic when you let out a small whine. He barely touched you, yet you can feel your panties soaking up already.

Jason took your chin between his index and thumb, turning your head to look at him. "Is this what you wanted?" He lowly asked as his lips just barely grazed over yours.

"Yes.." You whispered, leaning closer just to feel more of his lips. Jason let out a guttural groan as he pressed his lips against yours, his hand tightly gripping your thigh while you couldn't help but whimper, finally feeling his chapped lips.

As Jason dragged his tongue over your bottom lip, seeking entrance, you made no hesitation giving him what he wanted. And finally, your dreams of him stuffing your mouth with his tongue have been fulfilled.

While his tongue explored every inch of your mouth, his hand was inching up your thigh, tracing the waistband of your sweatpants before his fingers trailed inside, gliding over your soaked panties

"Shit.. Wet already?" Jason muttered against your lips as your hips stuttered among his hold.

"Fuck— Red, I swear if you're gonna spend the next 20 minutes teasing me, I'm kicking you out and finishing this off myself," you hissed impatiently.

"Needy, needy, needy," Jason shook his head and clicked his tongue as his fingers moved in circular motions over your clothes cunt, making you whine and throw your head back over his shoulder.

"Oh.. Yes, just like that.." You muttered, grasping onto his bicep.

Jason's ego skyrocketed at your cute moans as his hand found its way under your panties, feeling your sopping sex as your breath shuddered, begging for more.

He groaned at your pleas, his fingers pinching at your clit as you whined, turning your head as you sunk your teeth just barely into his arm while Jason let out a whispered curse.

He let two of his fingers find their way into your cunt, pumping in and out, the lewd, squelching sounds and moans filling up your living room.

"Fuck! Faster— Please!" You whined as your hips bucked against his hand, making Jason oblige to your begging as he quickened the pace.

You felt your stomach knotting up as your breath was caught in your throat, your other hand reaching up behind you, grasping at Jason's hair. He knew you were close as he continued to pump his thick fingers inside of your pussy while his thumb rubbed against your throbbing clit, his lips pressing soft, reassuring kisses to your neck.

Your back arched as you felt yourself let go, your cum soaking both his fingers and your panties. Jason moved his arm from your neck to your waist, supporting you up while you panted, turning your head to face him while he pressed a kiss to your forhead.

"Fuck.. Jason.. I—" Before you could get up, Jason grabbed your waist, pushing you down to lie on the couch while he hovered over you, pressing his knee between your legs.

"Hold on, sweet thing. Did you think we were finished?" He muttered. "No, no... there's so much that you wanted me to do to you... And I'm gonna make sure you don't miss out.."

i'll personally pay for everyone's therapy after reading this, I'm so sorry, writing smut isn't my forte

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[freakingholland]

“The way to a gal’s heart is through her stomach.” - Jason Todd x fem!reader

A/N: Beep boop another Jason imagine, enjoy cuties <3

Warnings: not proofread, slightly suggestive content, swear words

Summary: Jason Todd is not only a superhero, he’s also a master of tomato soups. (fluff, domestic theme, slightly suggestive content)

Word count: 850 +

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“NOOO, no no no I GOT THIS, SIT DOWN MA’AM” Jay said, waving his hands dramatically as if he was trying to shoo you away from the kitchen.

“Don’t raise your voice at me fucker!” you said snorting with laughter.

“Yes, ma’am BUT SIT DOWN PLEASE-- I GOT THIS LOVE!” Jay tilted his head and waited for your reaction giving you an innocent look.

“PLEASE! I GOT THIS!”

“Okay! Okay I will…” you said with your hands up, slowly turning away from your boyfriend. You were standing in the kitchen. You just got back home from work and were about to start making dinner for the both of you. However, Jason had other plans and was making sure that you wouldn’t lift your finger.

“Soooo, what do we have on the menu chef Todd?” Jason smirked as he saw you folding your arms over your chest and leaning against the counter. He reached for an apron that was hanging near the stove.

His triceps rounded as he moved his hands behind his back to tie it on himself. They were pretty tightly squeezed by a short sleeve of his t-shirt. You were wondering whether he was purposefully flexing just to make you feel a certain way.

“I was thinking of a baked tomato soup. But-- I shall gladly fulfill my significant other’s…” he prolonged.

“-dining desires…as­-- it’s my personal wish to suffice her stomach.” His words made you shake your head with a growing smile. God. This guy’s eloquence is truly admirable. So is his charm. And his warmth despite the hardships that life had thrown at him.

“Sounds good.”

“You sure?”

“Yep.”

“Sweet. Tomato soup it is.”

“How was work?” he continued.

“Could have been better honestly.  Collins had a problem again and decided to throw a fit at the end of the shift. Called in a meeting last minute just to scream his ass of for 20 minutes-- AS IF we could change anything.”

“Monica was late to pick up her son from preschool because of the asshole.” You continued your rant.

“Yeah, Collins has a knack for ruining everyone’s day,” Jay said, shaking his head as he rinsed his hands.

“It’s like the guy feeds off stress.”

“Exactly! And the worst part is, it’s not just me. Everyone’s been feeling it. EVEN Monica, who’s usually so calm, was on the verge of tears today. It’s just not fair.”

“Did she call you?” He asked.

“She texted me when I was entering our building.”

He shook his head no sympathizing with your work story.

“Ugh, I hate that for her. And for you,” Jay said, turning to face you. “You don’t deserve to deal with that crap every day.”

“Thanks,” you replied with a tired smile. “It’s just frustrating. I mean, we’re all trying our best, but Collins seems to think yelling at us is some sort of solution.”

“Man, I don’t know what to say… asshole’s pissing me off.” He licked his lips.

“And how is Jared doing?” Jay continued wanting to change the topic.

“He’s alright as far as I know.” You bit your lower lip.

“You know what? I actually thought about inviting them for dinner some time.” You said shyly.

Jay, still focused on the cutting board, looked up, noticing the slight hesitation in your tone.

“Why are you shying away like that?” he asked, with curiosity and concern in his voice as he turned to face you, pausing his chopping.

“Well, I wanna know-- if you’d have the energy and will to have guests over on your night off…?”

Jay walked over to the sink to wash his hands. He stepped away from the counters to kiss the top of your head as you were mentally supporting him in his cooking, watching from the tall bar stool.

“We can totally think about it, don’t worry about my energy.”

“I—Well I-- just didn’t want to overwhelm you--, you know? I know how hard you’ve been working lately, and I didn’t want to add more to your plate.”

Jay smiled, his eyes full of that familiar warmth that always made you feel at ease.

“I get it, and I really appreciate you looking out for me like that.”

“But honestly-- having them over might be just what we need. A break from the usual, a chance to relax, catch up with some good friends, and just enjoy each other’s company. It could be a lot of fun.” He continued.

„Plus, it would be a great opportunity to show off my cooking skills.” He said with a cheeky smile plastered across his face.

“Yeeeaah right…”

“Yeah right what?” Jay looked over his shoulder, pretending to be offended.

“’Kay hear me out-- how about we make a deal? If I can whip up the best tomato soup you’ve ever had, you have to admit I’m the better cook.”

“And if it’s-- just, okay?” you teased, biting your lower lip playfully. Jay leaned in closer, his voice deepened.

“Then maybe I’ll have to find another way to prove I’m the best at… handling things.”

“I like your confidence, Todd.”

“And I—like you Y/L/N.”

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Stay whelmed xx

Tori

[porcalinecunt]

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑!

🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩 jason meets a single father, desperate for a chance at love again. little did you know, you’re right up his alley! ~

⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ JASON TODD X MALE! READER

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — ftm!reader, dilf!reader, red hood! jason in mind, age gap [reader is in his 30s while jason is 23] mentions of divorce, sexting, doggy style, implied size differences, breeding, jason wants to knock you up so bad omfg

[・:。author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ this was lowkey a little self indulgent but can you blame me? no. now shush and enjoy <3

ᥫ᭡. — jason todd never really cared about his dating life, and really why should he? getting blown up, resurrected and busting some heads open keeps a man busy! if he’s not dealing with black mask’s goons or the bat himself, you can find him in the nearest diner enjoying his own company. that is of course..until he laid eyes on you.

ᥫ᭡. — alone and pretty, you sat at the bar stood a couple feet away from him. staring down at the empty pit of your dark coffee, you’re heart heavy and tears threatening to spill out. jason, while having a hard outer, still had a little heart to scotch over and struck up small talk with you. after all, he did say it himself that he is a good listener! after some innocent chatter, you finally allowed the friendly face to fall and began to vent to the stranger. you’re recent yet messy divorce from your ex-husband, the juvenile drama he brought, the exhausting routine of juggling work with your daughter—wait. you had a daughter?! jason eyes widened, finally allowing himself the realization. you were one hell of a dilf! <3

ᥫ᭡. — despite being nearly a decade apart in age, you looked so damn good. tired eyes peering upwards at him with that adorable, gentle smile. fuck, you were so small compared to him. he could’ve easily picked you up and threw you over his huge shoulders and just take you away, back to his place. his bed. he couldn’t stop the lewd images from flooding his head, you taking his girth in that pretty mouth or face down while he dicked you down doggy style. you’d make the prettiest noises while he breeds your pretty pussy full, only to flip you onto your back and ass fuck you until you ruin the sheets.

ᥫ᭡. — fuck it. he thought to himself as you walked out of the diner happier then before, and with his number too! the next few weeks, every text the vigilante sent you made you feel more in love then your last marriage could’ve gave you. of course, the conversation didn’t stay innocent for long. soon, jason began to open his texts to pictures of you in the sexiest lingerie, you’re legs spread open to show off your needy cunt. strip tease pictures at your workplace’s restrooms in your uniform, and the audios…you’d send him a particularly lewd audio of you fucking yourself with one of your many sex toys you’ve stashed away, moaning jason’s name and begging him to come over and satiate your neglected desires. safe to say, he drove like a madman to your house the next night your daughter is with a sitter.

“o-oh jason! don’t stop please..!”

just like the way he wanted, you face down and ass high up for him to fuck your cunt stupid while you moaned like a bitch in heat. your cute cheeks were littered with his giant handprints from his harsh spankings. you were fuckin’ perfect.

“mm keep talking baby, takin’ me so well like a good little boy yeah?”

jason knew the comedic irony of calling you, an older man, a little boy. yet the name made you clench around his girth with a sigh of pleasure leaking through your drooling lips. you loved that name, a lot. something that snapped the rope of control in two, unleashing an insatiable nature that only existed in his disgusting fantasies.

jason pulled out, grabbing you by your upper body before practically manhandling you onto your back. before you could even make a noise, the young man pressed his whole weight against yours and sunk his cock into you until he was already balls deep. taking it from behind was a challenge in itself, yet he outdid himself once again as a strained moan tore itself out of your throat.

“shhh..” jason’s shushes tickled your ear, drowning out your shakey whines. “relax baby, can’t fuck a baby in you if your squirmin’ like that.”

oh..oh shit. it was enough to have you clench around his girth as he snapped his hips against yours with an unforgiving pace. a pace that spoke more then whatever came out of his mouth. nothing but promises of another baby, a sibling for your little girl from a man you met in a diner not long ago.

“just like that! like that ja..son! oh god!”

nails raked against the bare skin of his back as your felt that familiar yet distant feeling of your orgasm inching closer and closer, eyes rolled to your brain as jason kept spewing out profanities and coos of faux sympathy.

“shiiit, can’t believe you’re husband left you baby. i would’ve knocked you up every chance i got, treat you like a damn prince..”

he was right, you’re husband never gave you sex this good nor did he spoke such words that went straight into your cunt. every praise, every groan and grunt jason let out pushed you closer and closer..until you finally snapped.

“j-ja-SON! MMM FUCK!”

you gushed all over the vigilante’s cock as he painted your pussy white, breeding you until you couldn’t hold another drop in. the pleasure could’ve damn well nearly killed you as you laid there near unconscious and panting like a dog. jason, however, was only getting started.

“don’t think i’m done with you yet boy..it ain’t over till you’re kid has a sibling.”

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[gothamhappiness]

Don't hurt Red Hood, Batman! (Jason Todd x f!reader)

Warnings: no proof reading, language, Batman is mean, mentions of fighting and wounds, reader got some nerves and aimed at Batman

You were living on Red Hood territory.

Actually you stayed in Gotham thanks to him. You felt safe thanks to him. Yes, he was the new crime lord in town, but women and children were off limit. Innocent people were off limit.

You knew Red Hood killed people but he killed bad people and kept innocent civilians safe. You weren’t for the killing, of course not. And yet you were grateful for what Red Hood was doing, for people like you. You weren't afraid to walk at night anymore.

The first time you saw Red Hood, he was arguing with Batman and Nightwing. Actually, Batman was fighting with Red Hood and Nightwing was in the middle, trying to stop them.

You didn’t really think before grabbing the small gun you had in your bag. And you were clearly out of your mind when you aimed at Batman.

"Leave him alone!" You screamed

The three men froze. You didn’t really think you would hurt anyone, you just felt better having a gun in your hand to face the dark knight

"Go away" Batman sternly told you and Nightwing moved his head to silently ask you to do the same

"No, you, go away. Leave Red Hood alone."

"What?" The three men muttered

"He is doing good for people like us. You don't give a shit about us, Batman. Go play with Harvey Dent or Oswald Cobleppot, and let Red Hood saves us from Black Mask and his goons." You stubornly replied

"Look..." Nightwing started but you cut him off

"You are both on his territory anyway" you said

"His territory? Wait you are in agreement with this?" Nightwing asked and you nodded instantly

"I live here, Red Hood keeps us safe without asking anything in return. He even feeds children of the street. What did you two do about it? Aren't you supposed to be in Blüdhaven, Nightwing, anyway?" You clearly knew no fear that night

Red Hood had sat down during the exchange, he was hurt but more importantly he was stunned that someone was actually taking his defense.

"He is a criminal" Batman finally said

"So are you" you replied

"He is trying to do justice by taking money from the goons and the prostitution. He is a crime lord, like all the others"

"What don't you understand in "He keeps us safe!". The money is always dirty in Gotham anyways." You justified Red Hood again

The silence following was defeaning. Batman made one step towards Red Hood, and you shot past his ear.

"It's a warning Batman, my mother taught me how to use guns against violent men" you threatened him

"Alright, let's go, Nightwing," Batman groaned. He didn't want to fight with a civilian

You watched them go before looking down at Red Hood, you felt the adrenaline slowly leaving your body and you felt a little bit sick. But aslo very proud of yourself. You smiled at the man who was still sat down on the ground.

"Are you alright? Do you need help with your wounds?" You asked

"What's your name, brave girl?" He asked in return

"Y/N" you said with a slight blush

"Y/N, thank you for making me happy for the first time in a very long time" Red Hood softly whispered to you

"Anything for you, Red" you smiled even more

[sanguineterrain]

for the dc prompts you reblogged:

can i request jason todd x reader "someone likes being pinned down" + A flirting with B while sparring to throw them off their tracks

where reader is also a vigilante??

thank you so much 🩷

very sexy prompts thank u 😌

jason todd x gn!reader. r and robin!jay were friends, r doesn't know jason is alive/red hood but jason knows r is a vigilante. r's alias is 'nocturne' (if that's already in use oh well lmao). fighting/sparring, jason is mega in love with you as usual!!

all fics at @sanguinelibrary

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"Still blindly following the Bat, huh?"

You land in a crouch on the rooftop, just like how Nightwing taught you. The Red Hood doesn't look at you, digging through two duffel bags. He doesn't even draw his gun, like you've seen him do with virtually every other vigilante in Gotham.

You wait, ready to spring into action. But Hood doesn't stop what he's doing. Slowly, you rise.

"What... do you mean?" you ask.

"I mean, why are you traipsing around Gotham as a bat-adjacent? Who are you s'posed to be anyway? Goth Bat? Alternative Scene Bat?"

"I'm Nocturne," you say, shoulders rising to your ears. Rude. You thought the chunky boots and star over your suit's eye mask were inspired.

Red Hood lifts a hand. "Don't get me wrong, I dig the threads. I'm just surprised B didn't have an aneurysm over the sequins. Then again, Discowing did do it first..."

Your first two meetings with the infamous Red Hood have been similar in that he's never very concerned about you stopping him (ouch), but he also isn't callous or cruel with you like he is with the other vigilantes.

Case in point: the last person who cornered Hood on a roof was Red Robin. Hood shot him in the shoulder before he could land.

In short, he's perplexing as hell.

Batman's forbidden the rest of the team to confront Hood without backup. And you're technically not supposed to be on patrol tonight. But if you can intercept Hood, that'll be a huge win.

Hood keeps on packing the duffels. You hesitate, then step forward.

"Get away from the bags," you say. "I won't ask twice."

Hood looks at you. "Nocturne's a pretty cool name, I'll admit. And I like the boots. But I still think you oughta call it quits."

He zips up the bags, stands, and kicks them to the corner of the roof.

"Because you're just that unstoppable?" you ask, hands curling into fists.

"Yeah. But mostly 'cause I know you're made for so much more than this, sweetheart."

And that is the third and perhaps most bewildering thing about your encounters with Red Hood: you've gotten the creeping feeling that he... likes you.

Which is ridiculous, and if you ever breathed a word of that to anybody, Batman would probably check you into Arkham.

You take another careful step forward. Hood leans against the railing and folds his arms.

"This the part where you apprehend and hogtie me for innocently packing a duffel bag?" he asks.

You glare. "Innocent? I know you're making a weapons delivery because I know you've been waiting for Batman to be off-planet to make it."

"Clever. Told ya you're too good for this," Hood says. "Should be in college with those smarts, not playing maid for Batman."

"Are you lecturing me?"

"I'm advising you as your friendly neighborhood drug lord. Lecturing makes me sound like a guy who's got too much money and too big of a savior complex to understand that the way he fights injustice is fundamentally flawed."

"Sounds personal."

Hood laughs. "Honey, you have no idea."

You strike.

Hood parries your first attack easily, which you expect. The truth is that whoever trained Hood cut no corners and you're still relatively new at vigilantism. It's only by the grace of God that Hood hasn't left you to bleed out on a roof.

You kick his shin, but Hood turns on the instep and blocks. You go for his shoulder, where his armor separates to give him more movement. But Hood's ready for that too, and he catches your arm.

"Gotta keep that right arm up," he says. "Surprised no one's trained that outta you yet."

You elbow Hood in the throat. He coughs and lets go.

"Like that?" you ask, muscles tense with adrenaline.

Hood makes a sound that might be a laugh, still choked from your hit. "Just like that, honeylove. Good job."

"I don't need feedback," you snap, immediately going back in for another hit.

"Sorry. I'll make this quick then. I do have a delivery."

On the next strike, you advance, using a technique Nightwing drilled into your head for bigger opponents. Hood goes down and you land atop him.

"Oh, that's a Nightwing takedown if I've ever seen one," Hood says beneath you.

You're close enough that you can hear his breathing through the decoder. Pride swells in you at taking him down. Not even Batman has managed such a thing.

Hood is warm and big. His shoulder span alone dwarfs you. When you'd seen him from afar, fighting Batman or Nightwing, you'd been terrified.

But now, perhaps stupidly, you feel comfortable. Annoyed, but safe. Something about him reminds you of home. Makes your stomach flip in a good way.

Which is terrifying.

"You're coming with me," you say, reaching for your cuffs.

"If only. Unfortunately, you've forgotten a teensy weensy detail, dearest."

Hood bucks you off, legs first. Your feet fly into the air, which allows him to flip your positions. You wince, preparing for a concussion upon impact as you go down. But Hood cushions your fall and neatly rolls you over. Your back is pressed into the concrete, hands locked over your head. Hood's weight holds down your hips and legs.

He looms over you, easily holding you down. Your face grows hot.

"How did—" You squirm in his grip. "I had you!"

"Weight distribution, sweets. Tell Al—one of the Bats to add weight to your boots. They keep you light on your feet, but you were depending on them too much to hold me down, and we ain't evenly matched there."

You thrash in his grip. "Hood, I swear to fucking—"

"Easy. Don't sweat it, sweetheart. You haven't been doing this for very long. That was a good takedown, regardless. I'm impressed."

"Screw you."

He hums. You can tell he's smiling under the helmet. "Sorry, I forgot. You don't like feedback."

Hood strokes the inside of your wrist. You aren't sure he's aware he's doing it. His grip is firm but light. He's not trying to hurt you. Your pulse is in your throat.

For a moment, you're both still. Hood seems caught in a trance, like even Superman couldn't tear him away from this moment. From you. And it's not that you're afraid, you're just... you're...

"How do you know so much about me?" you blurt, because it's puzzled the whole team. "You been spying on me?"

"'Course not. Unlike your boss, I respect privacy. No, I did research. I recognized you from when you'd hang around that second Robin. Shrimpy little guy. What'd ya even see in him?"

The grief overtakes you before you can control your mouth.

"You don't know anything about me or him," you spit. "Don't fucking talk about him. He had more skill and goodness in his pinkie than you'll have in a lifetime. And you could learn a thing from him about changing a city. He'd tell you that fear alone never works."

Hood is quiet for a long moment. Then he speaks.

"Where's your distress signal?"

"Why would I tell—"

Hood shifts over you, cutting off your reply. He pulls a ziptie around your wrists. They're not even a little tight. You could probably slip out of them if you had five minutes.

"I know you're not s'posed to be out tonight," he whispers in your ear. "'S not your patrol night. Good thing you're my favorite."

You nearly swallow your tongue. "How do you—I don't—"

"Uh-huh. So you be good from now on, yeah? Wouldn't wanna have to keep tying you up like this."

You lift your chin. "We'll switch positions soon enough."

Hood snorts. "Okay, I know you heard how that soun—"

"I heard it," you say grumpily. "Just get on with it. Jerk."

"As you wish. Distress signal?"

"Collar."

Hood presses the button under your collar. Your breath hitches as his gloved fingers graze your neck.

"Oh? Does somebody like getting pinned down?"

"In your dreams."

Hood laughs. He zipties your ankles last, then sits you upright against the railing.

"Not too tight, are they?" he asks. "I know you've got a circulation problem."

You squint. "You seem to know a lot about me. Not fair that I don't know much about you, Hood."

"'S just business, honeylove," he says, scooping up his duffel. "Now I don't wanna see you in a suit anymore, comprende?"

"Or you'll what? Shoot me?"

Hood pauses, eerily still. He turns those glowing white eyes upon you. Your heart picks up.

"No," he says, so serious it startles you. "But someone else might. And I don't want you to face the same fate as your good friend Robin."

He vaults over the railing before you can respond. Your head thunks lightly as you lean back and wonder if you're really just business to the Red Hood.

(pt 2)

[xan-izme]

Dubble Life 9 (ATSV x reader x Batfam)

summary: Are you going to let your pride get in the way of what matters most?

Part 8, Part 10

Damian was watching you and Miles from afar. It was clear you two were close. He was, a little jealous. But he was quick to brush it off. He knows there is a bond between you and Miles stronger than the one he has with you. So, he won't fuss about it.

"Damian right? you waiting for Y/n?" Rio suddenly came up behind Damian and handed him a cup of juice.

Damian takes the cup and thanks her. "Yes. . . Mrs. Moralas. Do you know any, Miguels involved with my sister?" Damian looked up at Rio, with an innocent curious face.

"Miguel . . . Miguel? No. No, I don't think so? Why?" Rio hoped it wasn't some boy she was involved with.

"Just, wondering."

Bruce was staring at the graffiti art of your mother. He felt, sadness, guilt. Sad because he was too late to be there for you and your mother. Failed to support your mother when she probably needed it the most. Guilty, because he could probably never love your mother as strongly as you do.

He glanced over to where you and your cousin were standing. That was when he sees you actually letting your guard down completely. You looked so, tired. Like the heavy burden he sees you with, doubled by a ton. Yet, you seemed peaceful. Maybe because, your cousin seems to share the same look as you did.

He knew those looks. For a second. a suspicion creeped into his mind. But he was quick to shake it off.

'Impossible'

he would think to himself as he lets out a low chuckle. What a silly thought.

The party ended and you and the Waynes stayed behind to help clean and what not. Bruce got to see a lot of your baby pictures thanks to Rio and Jeff.

It was pretty fun, spending time with both families. Even Jason was being tolerable. While everyone was interacting with each other in the living room, Damian slipped away. decided to explore down the halls of the apartment. Pictures of you and Miles on the walls. Family trips, graduation. Every achievement framed and hanged on the walls.

Damian eventually found Miles room. The door was left slightly ajar. He would usually just go in and snoop around. But something was holding him back.

"Hey."

Suddenly Jason was behind him. Catching him off guard while he was deep in thought.

"Todd. What are you doing?" Damian spoke firmly as he glared up at the older. Jason just shrugged and chuckled "Doing the same as you. Taking a look around of course." Jason pushed past the younger boy and entered the bedroom.

Scanning the room, seemingly trying to search for something.

Damian frowns deeply and stomped into the room. "We shouldn't be in here."

Jason scoffs as he picked up a photo of you and Miles together. Dressed in your Sunday best. Smiling without a care in the world.

"Scared your big sis will get mad at you?" Jason mumbled as he set the photo face down back on the table. His eyes scan the desk. Drawings. He walked up to the desk and picked up the papers. shuffling them. looks like drawings of suits. Super suits to be specific.

Spider womans suits to be more specific.

It didn't look like some fanart or just little doodles. These were details. Upgrades with little gadgets.

"He's in on it." Jason mumbled to himself. Realizing your cousin Miles knows your secret. This gives Jason a lot of more information on you now. Proving some theories he had of you. And changing some others.

Damian just stood behind Jason. He didn't understand what Jason said. Nor did he care.

"Stop it Todd. This is an invasion of our hosts privacy." Damian demanded. Jason couldn't help but scoff humorously once again

"Cheap coming from you."

Suddenly two shadows from the open door were noticed by Damian. Before Damian can turn around. A deep voice spoke.

"You should listen to the kid."

When Jason and Damian turn to the door. They were greeted by you and Miles leaning on each side of the doorframe. Glaring at the both of them with cold stoic looks. Your glare was mainly aimed at Jason.

"Y/n I-" Damian was panicking a little. You walked into the room an put your hand on his shoulder. Giving him a small smile. Not the sweet one you usually give him. You were giving him the smile that looked empty.

"Go back and join the others cupcake." You ruffled his head and nudged him along out of the room. You signaled Miles to go along with Damian just in case he wonders off.

"Your cousin a fan of Spider woman? Does he know about-" Jason held up the paper drawings. You snatched the drawings out of his hand with a scowl, you roughly grabbed him by his collar and held him up the ground with your super strength.

"Whoa whoa!" Jason held up his hands in surrender, but he still had that damn smirk on his face. He was enjoying seeing that he pissed you off.

"We made a deal. I suggest you stick to that only." Your tone was an uneasy calmness as you spoke. You carelessly dropped Jason and stormed out of the room.

Jason huffed in annoyance, getting off the floor. You just gave him a warning.

It was time to leave and get back to Gotham. Bruce and the boys were heading back to the limo as you were saying your goodbyes. You and Miles gave each other a tight hug. You sighed as you pulled away. A sad look in your eyes.

"What?" Miles knows somethings wrong. You just, stared at him while holding him by his shoulders. The kind of look that seems far away.

"Nothing. . . love you, bye." You gave a small smile gently cupping one side of his face before letting go. Miles chuckled and smiled back.

"Bye!" He waved as you walked to the limo.

Back at Gotham. It was late in the night. You had gotten an alert from the watch. An anomaly showed up. In Gotham. You were quick. You took out the anomaly before it could do any serious damage.

But before you could get back to the Wayne mansion. You got another alert. You took care of it. Then another showed up.

It wasn't till the sun began to come up did you finally get back to the mansion. You haven't had a night like that in a while. As you laid in bed. Gwen came to mind. Her words.

Her warning of how Miles and Aaron not being able to be your replacement for long.

The anomalies were getting stronger. The more you just laid there and thought about it, the more fear began to creep into your mind. The possibility of losing Miles and Aaron. So many possibilities. Dear God, did it scare you.

You needed help. And you knew the Spider Society could help. But you were too prideful to go back to them. Selfish, you know.

You sighed and sat up from your bed. You grabbed your phone. Instantly greeted with your lockscreen of you and Miles. You stared at it for a moment. His smile. He was always the more joyful one between the two of you.

". . ."

You love Miles. You really do. But you just, can't physically bring yourself to reach out to the Society for help.

[igotanidea]

Nothing's happening there : Jason Todd x reader

I feel a little bratty and I blame @lightwing-s and her rebloging this post about Dick's biceps,

But--Imagine teasing your bf!Jay talking how hot Nightwing/Dick is. Like - after patrolling together:

***

"What do you want?"

"a little kiss would be nice." she smiled innocently battting eyelashes.

"He only smirked leaning on the wall, still in his Red Hood gear except for the helmet. He was not going to give into her that easily. He never did. After all, Jason Todd was fully decently functioning adult male, capable of taking hold of his own urges and desires. It was far better to make her plead and beg for him then just let her win straight away. And she definitely didn't have to know that there was already something going on in his pants at the view of her glistening eyes and reddened lips.

But he was going to put her patience to test. Pretty sure she was going to cave in first.

'You're wasting time Hood." she sung leaning forward.

"well you want a kiss from me." he shrugged "I got plenty time."

"Well I can always go to Nightwing."

Oh damn, now that caused a sudden wave of jealousy to wash over him. His fist clenched and he immediately hid them in the pockets to cover for the fact he was starting to lose the war of nerves. Instead he settled on watching her with narrowed eyes.

"You're lying..."

"Try me." she grinned leaning forward "have you seen the guy? That nickname of his couldn’t happen from nothing! He's freaking hot! Those strong arms, that broad chest, those big hands... Mm! Bet he know how to please a girl..."

'Why don't you go and date him then?!" Jason hissed

"I've been waiting for your blessing of course. Now that I have it I can go and --"

She didn't make it to Nightwing.

She didn't make it home.

She barely managed to make it to the nearest dark alley out of everyone's view when Jason gave her his own show of pleasuring a woman.

Using his own strong arms and big hands and that perfectly skilled tongue to hit all the right places.

Savouring that desperate calling that was ringing in his ear when she pulled his hair and scratched his back in ecstasy  - Jason, Jason, Jason!

Making sure the only person on her mind and on her body would always and forever be him.

Wasn't this what you really wanted from beggining?

[guilty-pleasures21]

Jason Todd Masterlist

Fics

Injured

Jason shows up after yet another injury 😒 Status: COMPLETE (two parts)

Something like coming home

Friends to lovers then trying to hide it from the batfam Status: ONGOING (open to ideas)

The biology professor

Bully Jason having a crush on his shy professor in uni Status: COMPLETE (one-shot)

The bodyguard

Bodyguard!Jason x Actress!Reader Status: COMPLETE (two parts)

Requests

Interrogation practise

Tricking Jason into playing submissive Length: THREE PARTS

The massage

Noticing that Jason's legs are a little sore Length: ONE-SHOT

Sex pollen

Jason high on sex pollen and ready to take advantage of his innocent best friend Length: ONE-SHOT

The monster

Jason Todd x werewolf s/o - is his girlfriend ready to tell him all of her secrets? Length: ONE-SHOT

Undercover

Jason almost messes up reader's undercover mission. Length: ONE-SHOT

Bruce Wayne

Would Jason's s/o get along with Bruce Wayne? 🤔 Length: ONE-SHOT

The motorbike

Jason's girlfriend asks him to teach her how to ride a bike. Length: ONE-SHOT

Halloween special!

Jason's girlfriend dresses up as the Red Hood for Halloween.

Length: ONE-SHOT

[slut4thebroken]

good weird

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Dark!Jason Todd x innocent Batgirl!reader

Summary | You’re determined to make Jason feel better after finding out that you’ve made him hurt almost every day for the past few months (his dick was hard lmao)

Warnings | Sexual content, 18+, emotional manipulation, coercion, unprotected sex, breeding, first time, corruption kink, bleeding during first time, painful first time, no female orgasms, lowkey misogynistic!Jason lol, adopted siblings, but like… he doesn’t think of her that way and neither does she.

Words | 2.4k

Notes | This is the first part of a collection of dark!jason x innocent!reader fics (Impossible challenge: find a good gif or picture that works with the fic😭)

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

Other innocent!reader fics

“Jay?” You squeaked through the barely parted door. He sat up in bed a little, the covers falling down his bare chest. 

“Another bad dream?” He asked softly. You nodded and he told you to come inside, then held the covers up for you to slide under. You laid your head on his chest and snuggled into him as he wrapped his arms around your body.

“Did I wake you?” You asked quietly after a moment of silence. 

“Nah. Couldn’t sleep.” He started dragging soothing fingers up and down your back. 

“Oh. Why not?” 

“Just a lot on my mind. Wanna talk about your dream?” 

“Same one. This time mostly about you though.” Most nights you either dreamt of your parent’s deaths, or your new family’s deaths. Watching your mother and father die was probably the cause of these dreams, but your new family’s night activities only exacerbated it. Most of the time your brain would make up ways your father and oldest brother could die, but with Jason it was always the same. Always the crowbar, always alone and scared. 

“I’m sorry, princess.” He mumbled as he kissed the top of your head. The dream about Jason always hurts the most. You just have a different kind of bond with him than with Dick, and especially with your father. You don’t know what kind of bond it is, but your stomach always flutters and your head feels light whenever you’re around him. Whenever he touches you, it always feels good. Not a normal good though. It makes your core start to ache and you feel like you have to pee. The more you continued thinking about it, the more you started to feel it. 

“Jay?” You asked timidly. He hummed in response, telling you to continue, and you tried to let the vibrations of his chest calm you. “How come whenever you touch me it- it makes me feel weird?” His hand froze on your back and you stiffened, worried you said something wrong. 

“Weird how?” You could feel your cheeks grow warm as you tried to think of an answer. 

“Good weird.” Was all you could make yourself say. 

“Where does it feel good?” His hand resumed the motions on your back. 

“My tummy and- and my,” This time he stiffened below you. 

“Where, princess?” He urged you to continue, but you just whined and buried your face in his chest. His free hand brushed your inner thigh and he lightly dragged it up. When he just barely brushed his fingers over your covered heat, your breath hitched as you jumped. “Here?” He rasped. You nodded and let out a quiet “mhm” in response. 

“Do you know what this is?” That made you frown- you’re not stupid. 

“Of course I do.” Your tone made him chuckle under his breath. 

“Have you ever touched here before?” He gruffed, making you almost whimper. 

“No… ‘m not supposed to.” You muttered, feeling your hips start to chase the pressure of his fingers. 

“Who told you that?” You knew if you looked at him, he’d be frowning. 

“School…” You said quietly. You never like to talk about the fact that you went to a religious school- people always make fun of you for it. He hummed in acknowledgment, then removed his hand, making you let out a needy whine and buck your hips forward. Instead of responding, he just took your hand, and gently moved it down, under the covers. When he placed it on his bulge, you gasped and tried to remove it, but he held you there, making you feel him. 

“You know what this is?” He asked and you bit your lip as you nodded. “Good. Do you know why I’m hard?” This time, you shook your head. “Because of you, princess.” 

“Me?” You lifted your head to look at him. 

“Mhm. Always you. Everytime you sit on my lap, cuddle with me, whimper when we spar and I go a little too rough- you always make me so hard, baby.” You stared at him with wide eyes, watching the color of his almost completely disappear from the size of his pupils. “And everytime, I have to come in here or go to the bathroom and jerk myself off to make it better. And it’s all your fault, sweetheart.” That made you frown as your brows furrowed. You didn’t mean to make him feel like that. 

“‘m sorry. Didn’t mean to, Jay.” He brushed some of your hair behind your ear then cupped your cheek, placing his thumb on your bottom lip. 

“It’s okay, baby. But if you want to make me feel better, you have to do something.” You wanted to help him, you wanted to make up for all the times you made him feel like this. 

“What? Anything.” Instead of answering, he just helped you on top of him, so your front was completely pressed to his. You placed your hands on his chest and he grabbed your hips, then started dragging your core over his bulge. 

“Anything?” He asked. You nodded, holding down a whimper. 

“Just wanna make you feel better.” 

“Good girl. You’re so good, princess.” He cooed, giving you a soft smile that made your heart flutter. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?” 

“No,” You said quietly, glancing away from him, embarrassed at your lack of experience. 

“Good.” He all but growled. Jason removed a hand from your hips and placed it on the back of your neck, then pulled you down, only stopping once your lips brushed his. Your eyes fluttered shut in anticipation, you weren’t sure what to expect from this. 

Finally, he pressed his lips to yours, slowly kissing you to get you used to it. After a moment, he deepened the kiss. The warm, wet sensation on your lips made you gasp and he slid his tongue in your now open mouth. It was weird. But good weird. 

By now, your hips were rutting against his as you grew more desperate. He was barely guiding your movements anymore while you chased the pleasure. When he pulled back, your eyes fluttered open, lips still parted and chest heaving. You never knew kissing could feel like that. Part of you regrets wanting to wait until marriage. That thought made you stiffen. 

“W-wait, Jay, we shouldn’t be doing this. You’re my brother and- I was supposed to wait until marriage.” You said quietly. 

“I thought you said you wanted to make me feel better?” He frowned, making your stomach drop. 

“I- I do, but,” 

“There’s no “but.” Either you want to help me or you don’t.” His brows furrowed, intensifying his frown. “You’re the reason I feel like this. You seriously just want to leave me in pain?” 

Pain? You didn’t know it was hurting. You figured it was the same feeling you had. 

“It hurts?” You squeaked, brows furrowing in concern. 

“You’ve never heard of blue balls?” You shook your head, so he continued. “It’s incredibly painful, sweetheart. Only feels better once I can bury it in a tight, warm cunt. And you’ve made me feel like this for months.” 

“I- I’m sorry, Jay, I didn’t know…” You whimpered, chest aching at the thought of you being the cause of his pain. 

“I don’t forgive you. Not yet anyway.” Tears welled in your eyes from his words. 

“I want to help. Please,” He shushed you and cupped your cheek again. 

“You sure?” 

“Please. Wanna make you feel better.” You whimpered and the corners of his lips turned up at your words. 

“Okay, princess. I’ll let you help me.” 

“Thank you.” Before you could even finish, he was rolling you both over so he was on top. He settled between your legs and leaned up on his knees. 

“First, this has to come off.” He said, grabbing the bottom of your shirt and pulling it off. “You’ll only really be able to make me feel better if you’re naked.” He explained, when he saw your confused expression. “These too.” He pulled your sleep shorts and panties down your legs, making you blush. Letting out a low groan, he swiped his thumb through your folds, then circled your clit lightly, making your hips buck into the friction.  

“You’re helping already.” He smirked and you glanced at the tent in his underwear. It didn’t look like you were helping. You whined when he removed his hand, but he quickly moved down to your hole and inserted a finger, letting out a low groan at your tight heat. 

As he fingered you, he debated what to do. While part of him wanted to prep you, make it as easy on you as possible, a larger part wanted to fuck your virgin cunt right now, before it could get any looser. He didn’t have to think about it for a second longer before he was removing his finger and shoving his pants down his thighs. When you saw his cock, your eyes widened as your lips parted in shock at his size. He took it in his hand and stroked it slowly. 

“Just the tip, okay? I promise, baby. Just need to put the tip inside, then I’ll feel better.” He said, to ease your anxiety. You whined, but agreed anyway. He leaned over you and you wrapped your arms over his shoulders as he lined his length up with your hole. “Relax, princess. It’s okay.” He whispered against your ear. You couldn’t help but obey. It took a lot of pressure before his cock was able to breach your hole. Once he pushed in though, you tensed up again. 

“Hurts.” You whimpered, eyes burning with unshed tears. Your pussy was trying to force him out, not used to the intrusion yet. 

“I know, baby. Just relax.” His voice was strained with arousal and he reached a hand down to rub circles on your clit, making walls flutter around his cock. “Fuck, that’s good.” He groaned, resting his forehead in the crook of your neck. 

“God- I know I said just the tip, but it feels so good. Can you take just a little bit more?” 

“Jay, it hurts.” You whined. 

“I know, princess. You gotta relax, it’ll feel good soon.” He slowly pushed in farther and you cried out, digging your nails into his back. “So fucking good. Your little cunt feels so good.” He said through a moan. He pulled back, then pushed in again, continuing the slow rhythm. 

“This is just what I needed, baby. You’re doing such a good job for me.” You tried to focus on his words and the stimulation on your clit, rather than the constant pain from the stretch. “Good girl. Good fucking girl- take it.” He growled on a particularly sharp thrust that made you let out a choked sob. 

“You fucking owe me for all the times you gave me blue balls. I’m gonna fuck you every night now to make up for it.” He hissed, voice getting progressively breathier as the speed of his thrusts increased. “Gonna bury my cock balls deep and fill you up with my come- fuckin breed you, every single night.” He growled. His pace turned bruising and you could barely release any sounds because of the way your breath was being punched out of you with every thrust. 

“You deserve to be my little breeding bitch after all the months you made me fucking come on my hand instead of in this tight, little cunt.” He spat, placing a hand on your neck and squeezing. “What’ll your daddy say, huh? When you go to him asking for birth control. Or are you just gonna let me knock you up?” You let out a whimper, feeling your cheeks heat up at just the thought of the embarrassing conversation. 

“Maybe you will just have to let me knock you up. After all, it’s not like you can tell him you let your big brother fuck you.” 

“Jay,” You sobbed, too overwhelmed emotionally and physically. 

“From now on, you’re going to come in here every night. And I’m going to use your little cunt until I fuck my load into you. Do you understand?” He growled, making you whimper. “This is your own fucking fault so stop bitching about it. You’re the one who decided to be a fucking tease around me.” You let out a choked sob, knowing that he’s right. You didn’t tease him on purpose, but you still made him hurt everyday for months. 

His thrusts turned frenzied as he buried his face in the crook of your neck again. Only a few thrusts later and he was pushing all the way inside, the pressure on your cervix almost painful as he forced his cock in. He let out a low groan and you could feel him twitching against your walls as started to fill you. He stilled for a moment, breathing heavy, then leaned up to sit on his heels. 

He slowly pulled out, eyes never leaving your cunt, and cursed under his breath when his come started dripping out. Ignoring the blood on his dick, he swiped his fingers through the mess and pushed it back in your hole. As he watched some of it leak down to your ass, he made a mental note to buy some lube so he can fuck that soon too. 

“Did- did I help?” You whimpered, making his gaze move to you. He eyed your fucked out face, the way your cheeks were still wet with tears and your hair was tousaled, and gave you a small smile. 

“You did, princess. Thank you. But this isn’t a permanent fix, okay? I meant what I said about you coming here every night.” Despite the softness of his voice, it was still stern, letting you know that this wasn’t a request, it was an order. You let out a quiet whimper at the thought of having to do this again, but as long as you were making him feel better, any pain you felt would be worth it. 

He grabbed your underwear to clean his cock, then pulled them back up your legs. You already made enough of a mess on his sheets, he didn’t need his come adding to it any more than it already did. When he laid back down and pulled you into him, you hissed in pain as you moved but eventually got comfortable enough to sleep. 

“Love you so much, princess. Did such a good job for me.” He placed a soft kiss on the top of your head, making you smile. 

“Love you too, Jay.” You mumbled sleepily. 

[lazycats-stuff]

Jason Todd x Wolverine reader!!!! It came to be is a dream~ *shitty whimsical movie voice*

Anyway we all know Wolverine is Trojan horse for trauma and is also have a soft spot for kids and also was experimented on! So basically the batfam pick up this same age as Jason reader into the family ish while he and Jason date (Damian has a fascination with his claws and thinks he’s a hybrid animal), Cass has painted his claws before but had to wash them off when they retract cause your know it goes into his body and all that have fun with this as you please!

Aw, sure, why not. However, I think I'll replace Cass with Tim, simply because I don't know anything about her character. But other than that, I'll have fun.

Summary: (Y/N) is dating Jason. No one really knew at first. But soon enough, everyone has fun.

Warnings: mentions of experiments, human ones, nothing graphic...

(Y/N) didn't have a good life. Being experimented on leaves a lot of marks and mental trauma that keeps you up at night, leaving you to distrust people. However, while hiding out in Gotham and helping the kids on the street out, he met Red Hood. (Y/N) was suspicious beyond belief, not trusting him in the slightest.

Red Hood, aka Jason Todd had the exact same attitude. Not trusting this new figure, someone who seemingly came out of nowhere into their city. Often called a city forgotten by God. That description, my dear friends, is a very accurate one. God has forgotten about Gotham.

At first, Jason thought that (Y/N) was the enemy, someone he would need to keep an eye on.

And that everyone is how Jason's feelings grew for (Y/N) and vice versa. Seeing the way that (Y/N) cared for the children that everyone forgot about, keeping them safe. Jason watched as (Y/N) would give them blankets, clean clothes, sanitary products for girls, warm meals so they didn't have to go dumpster diving for food.

Jason liked it. No, loved it.

It struck a cord with him. If it weren't for Bruce adopting him, he would still probably on the street. But he doubts that anyone would help him at the time. Rarely anyone helps the kids anymore, especially in Gotham. That's something that solidified Jason's feelings. To care for kids so much, despite all the trauma someone goes through.

Jason fell in love.

(Y/N) felt the same about Jason, since they are the same age, but he was struggling with trusting people. After being experimented on, trust in humanity, more so in people is difficult. But, kids are more often pure. Innocent. And unfortunately, they have no one in their corner to fight for them.

They are the most vulnerable ones, the ones who didn't experience the harshness of the world.

But now they had (Y/N) in their corner, someone who would fight tooth and nail for them. And the kids really likes the claws. They often say to (Y/N) that they are so cool.

(Y/N) would often smile at that. Something that made him so insecure and the thing he hated the most about him, kids loved it. That's why they would go to him for protection. Y

(Y/N) didn't have a good life. Being experimented on leaves a lot of marks and mental trauma that keeps you up at night, leaving you to distrust people. However, while hiding out in Gotham and helping the kids on the street out, he met Red Hood. (Y/N) was suspicious beyond belief, not trusting him in the slightest.

Red Hood, aka Jason Todd had the exact same attitude. Not trusting this new figure, someone who seemingly came out of nowhere into their city. Often called a city forgotten by God. That description, my dear friends, is a very accurate one. God has forgotten about Gotham.

At first, Jason thought that (Y/N) was the enemy, someone he would need to keep an eye on.

And that everyone is how Jason's feelings grew for (Y/N) and vice versa. Seeing the way that (Y/N) cared for the children that everyone forgot about, keeping them safe. Jason watched as (Y/N) would give them blankets, clean clothes, sanitary products for girls, warm meals so they didn't have to go dumpster diving for food.

Jason liked it. No, loved it.

It struck a cord with him. If it weren't for Bruce adopting him, he would still probably on the street. But he doubts that anyone would help him at the time. Rarely anyone helps the kids anymore, especially in Gotham. That's something that solidified Jason's feelings. To care for kids so much, despite all the trauma someone goes through.

Jason fell in love.

(Y/N) felt the same about Jason, since they are the same age, but he was struggling with trusting people. After being experimented on, trust in humanity, more so in people is difficult. But, kids are more often pure. Innocent. And unfortunately, they have no one in their corner to fight for them.

They are the most vulnerable ones, the ones who didn't experience the harshness of the world.

But now they had (Y/N) in their corner, someone who would fight tooth and nail for them. And the kids really likes the claws. They often say to (Y/N) that they are so cool.

(Y/N) would often smile at that. Something that made him so insecure and the thing he hated the most about him, kids loved it That's why the kids go to him for protection. (Y/N) never minded, always protecting them from anyone and anything he could.

And that's what drew this two traumatized souls together. They have agreed to date in secret, so that Bruce, aka, Batman doesn't know. Jason would have gotten and earful and would have been forced to break up with (Y/N).

And that's something he wouldn't allow.

Turns out, Jason didn't really need to worry. Just like him, Dick and Tim, (Y/N) was whisked away to the family by Bruce so Bruce could keep an eye out on him. Or so he says. Jason knew that Bruce wanted to adopt because they often joked that Bruce is a solitary creature who occasionally comes out to get an orphan into his lair.

Either way, (Y/N) has come to live with the family and Jason was happy. His boyfriend was living with them. Of course their relationship was still under wraps, since he didn't want Bruce to freak the hell out about it. Bruce wouldn't mind Jason being gay, but still. He could freak out.

But turns out that Bruce already knew that the two were together. He saw the glances, sneaky touches and kisses... Bruce wasn't stupid nor blind. He saw everything that has been going on, but has decided to keep quiet for now, since he wanted Jason to come to him to open up.

And the other 3 really like (Y/N). Damian was in love with his claws, saying how cool they looked. Dick adored them too and Tim was curious about the way they work. Bruce was curious about their mechanism too. Knowing that (Y/N) was experimented on, they knew that he probably didn't want to be experimented on.

But oddly enough, he allowed them to check how they work, since (Y/N) himself was curious. He guesses that they moved his bones, but he didn't know how it happened. So sheer curiosity got better of him and has decided to check it out.

Turns out that (Y/N)'s claws did push his bones out of the way. And it was captured on video. (Y/N) now understood what the feeling was whenever he pulled the claws out. Bruce was impressed by the fact that (Y/N)'s body could adapt to it, since it's not something that's natural.

Jason's jaw dropped at the sight of the video. Damian was thoroughly impressed by it and has decided to call (Y/N) by his first name. Dick was not that happy about it since he was still Grayson. Tim snickered at that, amused by how quickly Damian got around (Y/N). Jason was just happy that his beloved boyfriend was loved by his family and that he was accepted into the family.

Damian would often take him to the training room to see compare his blade to the claws. And yes, Damian used his claws to see how he could improve his blade.

And the reason why Damian likes him so much so quickly? He thinks that he is a hybrid. A human and an animal at the same time. And since we all know that Damian loves animals. Jason later told (Y/N) that, while the two cuddled in bed.

All in all, (Y/N) finally had a family, someone who would take care of him and would have his back. And a loving boyfriend who would fight the world for him, if he ever so asked.

[jokingmisfit]

Read You Like A Book

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Prompt- “You have blood on your face.”

Prompt- “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

Warning-Cunnilingus, I didn't actually finish it cause I gave up.

You lay calmly with black silk hiding your skin. A moment of peace as you wait for your “target”. A fun game you plan on ending tonight. Your lips turn into a content smile at the thought. As much as you enjoyed the fun of flirting you were sure it’ll be just the same if not better when you two actually start dating. And he didn’t seem to take notice of any of your hints so you figured you’d spell it out for him.

The door to the room opens and Jason comes in. A confident stride reduced to a pretend exhaustion. You watch calmly as he lays his duffle bag on a chair in the corner of the room. There's a breath of silence.

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” He asks you with a tired voice; clearly a fake one.

A pretend pout plays on your lips. “Aww, I thought you’d be happy to see me.” You say, pout disappearing and turning into upturned bitten lips.

“As nice as that sounds, Imma a bit tired after dealing with Bruce all day.” He says with a scowl.

“Oh?” You question. “Did Buce beat you up?”

“What?! No, why would you say that?” He asked with panicked frustration.

You raise your eyebrows and move across the bed. Ending at the edge you stand on your knees and use one arm to hold the sheet up while the other ushers the man over. Even now, though it’s not surprising, he looms over you. You look up and try to bite back a laugh as you lay a hand gently on his face.

“You have blood on your face,” You say, swiping it off with your finger. “Red Hood.”

You pull your hand back a bit while he stares at you in disbelief. A laugh comes quietly from you. You tilt your head at Jason with a smile. Suddenly his face goes from surprise to deadpan.

“How long have you known?” He asks in defeat.

“Hmm… About a month. Not to be cliche, Jase, but you’re like an open book, at least to me.” You say smiling at him.

Jason curses as he leans his head down onto your shoulder. As much as he was faking the exhaustion he wasn’t faking the tension. The way he relaxed so suddenly as he sighed was enough evidence of that.

“Sooo,” You begin as you pull his face away. “That blood isn’t yours right? ‘Cause if you’re hurt we definitely can’t do what I planned on doing tonight.” You say gesturing to yourself with a flirtatious smile.

A smirk broke across the man's face, a smile that was purely that of a predator’s.

“Hmm, so that’s what you wanted from me this whole time, huh? Learn my secret just for this?” He teases.

“Oh believe me,” You bit back. “I only wanted to do this after I learned it.”

“You are an evil woman sweetheart.” Jason glares playfully.

“And yet you still think I’m sweet.” You answer back.

Your own playful smile is broken by the man as he grabs your jaw. Pulling you in and sucking the air from your lungs and into his own. A clear line of restraint as he holds you. Restraint you weren’t wanting him to use.

So you dropped the dark fabric. For a moment you can tell he didn’t notice. His mind and body were still too occupied with the kiss. Until he moves his left hand down. Trailing just for a second before he stops dead in his tracks. Where he thought he’d touch soft silk he meets warm soft skin.

He looks back, mind reeling at the sight in front of him. Your body is completely exposed. Sheets loosely fallen now sit at your knees. Everything in almost perfect view. Keyword almost. He has to swallow a breath when he looks at your face. A faux innocence and lust glazed eyes. His will to hold back severed by your simple action. His eyes raked your chest, your stomach, your thighs, everything he could see.

“Oh no…” He whispered out with a laugh. “You- haha… God damn, baby.”

Another breath and you were being moved. Jason slams you into the mattress harshly. His teeth bite at your neck. He sucks on every part of you his mouth can touch. He’s everywhere and so quickly you have no time to keep up with him.

So quickly he is moving down lower and lower. You’re left staring at him as he maneuvers your body like it’s his own. Hands pulling your glossy lips apart and rubbing at what's in between. You can’t stop your breathing from going haywire or the new sounds that slip from your mouth.

Speaking of mouths his is chuckling as he leans his face lower to your hole. A wet tongue escapes his lips. He nips and sucks at your clit. You shiver and shake as warm breath and saliva coat your mound.

“Fuck…” He rasps against you. “You taste so fucking good Angel.”

You moan out a plea. Begging him for something, you aren’t sure what. Jason moves back up your body. Trailing with his lips all the way up. Your impatience gets the better of you and you pull his head up to yours. Heated lips fighting for power you know you won’t get.

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

Titans prompt: Hey can you write about reader trying on Jason's costume/leather jacket and clothes then being found by Jason who finds to sexy and instantly turned on so he plows reader and makes him his?

My Oh My

Pairing : Jason Todd x male reader

Tags : Smut,rough sex, bottom reader,Spit as lube( always use lube babes)

Words count : 2,109

It was just another quiet evening in Gotham. The dim city lights flickered like distant stars, casting shadows that danced across the walls of their shared apartment.

While Jason was out getting dinner, Y/N had stumbled upon his leather jacket, tossed carelessly over a chair, and without thinking he pulling it on. The jacket smelled like Jason leather and the faintest hint of gunpowder and it sent a thrill through him. He could already imagine the leather hugging his body, the way it would feel against his skin,he moved to the costume that Jason wore as Red Hood. It hung in the closet, a mix of black and red, almost daring Y/N to try it. He slipped on the black pants and the form-fitting red and black jacket.

Y/N couldn’t help but admire how the clothes fit his body as he checked himself out in the mirror “I look fucking good,” he said a sly grin spreading across his face.

But what Y/N didn’t realise was that Jason had returned earlier than expected. With a bag of takeout in one hand, he entered the room only to freeze at the sight before him. Y/N, wearing his clothes, looking like something straight out of one of his wet dreams

“Damn,” Jason breathed, his mouth suddenly dry.Y/N turned around to see Jason standing in the doorway, wide-eyed and seemingly in shock. The realisation hit them like a bolt of lightning. “ uh..Hey jay you're back quicker than usual”.

Jason stepped further into the room, unable to take his eyes off Y/N. “You look… incredible,” he said, eyes darkening with desire.

Y/N felt the way Jason’s expression shifted, becoming more intense.he looked like he wanted to rail Y/N there and then. “Really? You think so?” his voice was tinged with playful innocence

“Absolutely,” Jason replied, closing the distance between them with an intensity that made Y/N’s breath hitch. “You wear it better than I do.”

Y/N could feel his pulse quicken as Jason took the leather-clad figure in. “You’re a tease, you know that?”

“Me? A tease?” Y/N said with mock innocence, “I just wanted to see how it felt! It’s not my fault that I might've accidentally—”“Accidentally turned me on? Yeah, right,” Jason interrupted, a smirk playing on his lips. He stepped closer, closing the distance. “Why don’t you turn around and give me a full show?”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, turning slowly, showing the way the fabric stretched across his form and Hugged his curves . “What do you think?” he spun back around facing Jason.

Jason's eyes raked over Y/N's form, drinking in the sight of him in his clothes. The way the fabric stretched across Y/N's body was mesmerising, accentuating every curve and angle in a way that made Jason's mouth go dry.

"You look... fucking incredible," he breathed. Jason couldn’t help but stare at the way Y/N’s body moved in his clothes. The leather hugged every curve, accentuating Y/N’s figure in all the right ways. His eyes roamed over Y/N’s body, taking in the way the jacket fit snugly across his shoulders and down his arms, the way the pants clung to his thighs.

“I think you look fucking hot,” Jason said, his voice low and husky. He took another step closer, reaching out to trail his fingers along Y/N’s arm, feeling the smooth leather beneath his touch.

Y/N shivered at the contact, his skin tingling where Jason’s fingers brushed against him. He leaned into Jason’s touch, craving more. “I thought you might,” he said with a playful smile.

Jason chuckled, his hand sliding up Y/N’s arm to cup his face. “You more than pull it off, baby. You fucking own it.”

Y/N’s breath hitched at the endearment, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. When he opened them again, they were dark with desire. “So, what now? You're just gonna let me stand here and look pretty?”

“Oh no, I have much more in mind,” Jason said, his other hand sliding around Y/N’s waist to pull him flush against his body. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Y/N’s ear as he whispered, “I'm gonna bend you over that couch and fuck you until you can't walk straight," he said, his eyes dark with desire.

Y/N's breath hitched at the roughness in Jason's voice, the way he was looking at him like he wanted to devour him whole. "Well, what are you waiting for then?" he challenged, a playful glint in his eye.

Jason didn't need any more encouragement. He crashed his lips against Y/N's in a bruising kiss, his hands roaming over the leather-clad body. He could feel Y/N's heart racing beneath his palm, matching his own.

Y/N melted into the kiss, his hands fisting in Jason's shirt, pulling him closer. He could feel the heat radiating off of Jason's body, the way his muscles flexed beneath his hands. "Fuck, Jay," he gasped when they broke apart for air. "I need you."

Jason's hands slid down to Y/N's hips, gripping tightly as he backed him towards the couch. "You've got me now,"

Once they reached the couch, Jason pushed him down onto it, hovering over him. His hands started to explore, tracing the curves of Y/N's body through the leather. "I've been thinking about doing this all day," he confessed, his fingers finding the zipper of the jacket. "Seeing you in my clothes, it's fucking hot."

With a swift motion, he unzipped the jacket, exposing Y/N's chest. Jason's mouth watered at the sight, and he leaned down to trail kisses along his collarbone. "You're mine," he murmured against Y/N's skin, nipping and sucking as he made his way down.

Y/N's back arched off the couch, his hands tangling in Jason's hair. "Yes," he hissed, his hips bucking up to meet Jason's. "I'm yours, all yours."

Jason continued his ministrations, his hands roaming over Y/N's body, exploring every inch of exposed skin. He could feel the heat building between them, the tension rising with each touch. It was a moment that Jason had longed for, fantasised about, and now it was happening. Y/N was here, in their apartment, wearing his clothes, and looking absolutely irresistible.

Jason's hands slid further down Y/N's body, pausing at the waistband of the tight black pants. He could feel the heat emanating from Y/N's bulge the way his hips bucked eagerly against his touch. "You want this, don't you?" Jason asked, his voice low and husky. "You want me to fuck you, right here on this couch?"

Y/N's only response was a needy whimper, his eyes dark with desire. Jason took that as a yes, and with a swift movement, he tugged the pants down, revealing Y/N's throbbing erection.

"Fuck, you're so hard for me already," Jason groaned, wrapping his hand around Y/N's shaft. He started to stroke, his thumb swiping over the sensitive head, gathering the pre-cum that had already begun to bead.

Y/N's head fell back against the couch, his hands gripping the leather tightly as he thrust into Jason's hand. "Yes, fuck," he gasped, his hips rolling with each stroke. "More, please."

Jason obliged, his own arousal straining against his jeans. He continued to pump Y/N's shaft, his other hand sliding down to cup his balls, feeling them tighten with each passing second.

Suddenly, Jason pulled away, leaving Y/N panting and desperate for more. He stood up, his eyes never leaving Y/N's face he quickly shed his own clothes, revealing his own body. His erection stood proud and hard, a bead of pre-cum already forming at the tip. "You like what you see?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.

Y/N couldn't take his eyes off Jason's body, his gaze travelling over every inch of exposed skin. "Fuck yes Jay," he breathed, licking his lips unconsciously.

Jason smirked at Y/N's reaction, loving the way his eyes darkened with desire. He climbed back onto the couch, positioning himself between Y/N's legs. "I'm going to make you feel so good," he promised, his hands sliding up Y/N's thighs.

Jason leaned down, trailing kisses along the inside of Y/N's thigh, his breath hot against his skin. He could feel Y/N trembling beneath him, his anticipation growing with each brush of his lips.

"Please," Y/N whimpered, his hands fisting in Jason's hair.

Jason looked up at Y/N, his eyes dark with lust. His finger coming up to push inside His mouth coating his finger in saliva before pulling out with a wet pop "Patience, baby," he murmured, his finger coming to teasing Y/N's entrance. "I want to savour this."

With a slow, deliberate movement, Jason pushed one finger inside Y/N, feeling him clench around the intrusion, Jason let him adjust to the burning feeling before He started to move, his finger curling and twisting, hitting that spot that made Y/N see stars.

"Oh fuck," Y/N groaned, his hips bucking up to meet Jason's hand.

Jason continued to work his finger inside Y/N, curling and twisting them,. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned, adding a second finger. "So perfect."

Y/N's head fell back against the couch, his eyes rolling back in bliss. "Fuck, Jay," he gasped, his hips rolling to meet each thrust of Jason's fingers. "I need more."

Jason could feel Y/N's walls fluttering around his fingers, his body begging for more. He withdrew his fingers, leaving Y/N empty and wanting. "Not yet," he said, his voice low and husky. "I want to taste you first."

He leaned down, his tongue swiping along Y/N's length, from base to tip. His taste exploded on his tongue, salty and perfect t. Jason moaned, taking Y/N into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head.

Y/N's hands fisted in Jason's hair, his hips bucking up to meet Jason's mouth. "Oh god," he groaned, "Your mouth feels so good."

Jason continued to work Y/N's shaft, his hand wrapping around the base, pumping in time with his mouth. Jason could feel Y/N's thighs trembling, his body tightening with each thrust of his tongue.

"Jay," Y/N gasped, his hands tightening in Jason's hair. "I'm close."

Jason pulled off, looking up at Y/N with a wicked grin. "Not yet, baby," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I want to feel you coming undone around me."

He positioned himself between Y/N's legs, his hard cock pressing against hid entrance. "Are you ready for me?" he asked, his eyes dark with desire.

Y/N could only nod, his body aching for Jason's touch. "Fuck me ," he pleaded, his hips rolling up to meet Jason's.

Jason slowly pushed inside, feeling Y/N's tight heat surrounding him. "You feel amazing," he groaned, his hands gripping his hips. "So tight and perfect."

He started to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through Y/N's body, his walls clenching around Jason's hard cock.

Jason leaned down, capturing Y/N's lips in a searing kiss. His tongue delved into Y/N's mouth, exploring every inch of it. The taste of him mixed with his own,

As Jason continued to thrust, he could feel Y/N's body tensing beneath him, his walls fluttering around his cock. He knew Y/N was close, and he wanted nothing more than to feel him come undone.

"Come for me, baby," Jason growled, his hand sliding down to stroke Y/N's shaft. "I want to feel you."

Y/N's body arched off the couch, his back bowing as he let out a guttural moan. His orgasm crashed over him, his walls clenching tightly around Jason's cock, milking him for all he was worth.

Jason couldn't hold back any longer. The sensation of Y/N's walls pulsing around him was too much, and with a final rough thrust, he let go, spilling deep inside Y/N.

Jason pulled out slowly making sure not to cause any discomfort in Y/N. As he collapsed onto the couch, their bodies intertwined, both panting heavily. Jason pulled Y/N close, his lips brushing against his temple. "That was incredible," he murmured, his voice hoarse from exertion.

Y/N could only nod, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his intense orgasm. "Yeah, no shit" he whispered, his fingers tracing patterns on Jason's chest.

[fictionismyreality3]

Can we have a smut of stalker Jason with somnophilia and crazy to eat pussy? Plsss

I mean, Jason is a natural fucking pussy eater.

AND I'M HAPPY TO HAVE PLACED YOUR FIRST RESQUET!!

Can I be the 💦 anon? To u know that is me

Too Much to Take (18+)

Jason Todd x Reader

Tags: Smut, stalker!jason todd, possessive!jason todd

Warnings: romance and everything that comes with it, somnophilia, stalking, dubcon, guns, drugs, little to no aftercare.

Notes: hi babes!! I’m so so sorry this took so long, a bear ate my phone. My beautiful 💦 your request is much appreciated. I know it’s unrealistic that the reader never wakes up but I have nevER EVER BEEN HAPPIER.

The cool, night breeze of Bludhaven blew the white chiffon curtains your mother had gotten you in the wind. Across from your bed sat a gorgeous, kingly armchair where you loved to sit and read. Your apartment was carefully decorated by your artful hands, each piece put perfectly in its place. When you got home everyday, you knew you would be returning to a safe, cozy home full of memories and comfort items. Everything was just how it should be.

That’s why the man standing in your apartment was so out of place.

You were asleep, of course. Knocked out after a long day running errands. Your bed had welcomed you warmly, and you couldn’t resist cracking open your window just a little bit, wanting to savour the start of spring.

You knew the automatic danger that came with living in Bludhaven, but you’d saved up enough to move to a nicer area, and your apartment was on the 8th floor of your building. Surely, nobody would bother risking the fall.

Surely.

It had been three days since Jason had first saw you. Three days too long since he’d seen you in person. He’d watched you nearly every minute of the last 72 hours, consuming every ounce of information he could find about you and your life.

His shift watching over Bludhaven ended tomorrow, when Dick would be returning from wherever he went. So, he only had around a day left of viable excuse to be near you. After that, finding a reason to be in Bludhaven even longer would be his main priority. It was clear that he’d already be wherever you were. The thought of not being able to reach you was enough to shatter what little was left of his soul.

No, no, there was no going back now.

And so, Jason found himself perched on the rooftop across from your building, the endless Bludhaven rain pelting across his broad shoulders.

He spent the first few moments watching you carry out your night routine. It was all things many people in Bludhaven overlooked, or dropped as soon as their lives were overtaken by the chaos in the city. Somehow, you’d managed to maintain a semblance of a normal life even while being surrounded by shootings and drug runs.

He stayed still, hovering over your apartment like a cloud of death, his gaze never breaking to stray to anything else but you. He watched you make dinner, he watched you tidy up, he watched you get ready for bed. All of it was as fascinating to him as everything he’d seen when he researched your background.

All the little habits you did. The way you fiddled with the timer on the stove while you waited for the food, the way you danced to your music while you did dishes, the way you preferred an endless heap of pillows on your bed. Every little quirk he watched served to drill your presence deeper into his being. You were exactly what he needed.

So pure.

Innocent enough to leave your bedroom window open in the middle of a crime surge in the only city worse than Gotham.

It gave Jason the perfect opportunity to watch you sleep, and the perfect opportunity to survey your apartment for places to set up cameras. He’d need to make sure that he had every inch of the place covered so he could watch you at all times. The last thing Jason wanted was for some criminal or other creep to breathe the same air as you.

Oh, how cute.

He looked on as you settled into bed, reaching over to your nightstand to pat the head of a tiny giraffe plushy, as if it would stand guard and protect you from all the dangers in the world. You didn’t need a stupid plushie. You had him now.

But what if you needed him and he wasn’t there? What if you left your window open every night and someone with worse intentions was there to take advantage of it? He needed to be there to protect you, to keep away all the dangers and make sure you lived like a princess. It could happen tonight if Jason wasn’t careful. He couldn’t have that.

Wind blew the curtains in your window aside, as if the world was parting the barriers that lay between you. He was just going to make sure that nobody who was less well meaning than him would take a chance to hurt you.

With the speed of years and years of training, Jason hopped from rooftop to rooftop, as quiet as a panther stalking its prey. But Jason wasn’t stalking you. No, he was helping you, making sure you were safe.

Landing on your fire escape balcony without a sound, Jason stood motionless as he peered into your bedroom, his eyes locked on your sleeping form.

You were like an angel in his eyes. Something clean and untouched. Something that he could have all to himself now that he’d found you. Jason wasn’t worried about tainting you with his red-stained hands, no, you were saving him. You had saved him.

He took the time to study your bedroom, burning each item of decor into his mind. There were so many perfect spots to put cameras, and of course, he’d brought some with him just in case. They were small, tech he had ‘borrowed’ from Bruce’s generous stockpile in the safe house he was staying at.

He could have them placed and synced back up with his computer in less than five minutes. It would be so easy he wouldn’t even wake you.

And Jason didn’t want to wake you. It wasn’t just the fact that he felt you looked so peaceful sleeping, something he would hate to disturb, it was that he wasn’t ready.

If you knew who he was, how could he guarantee your safety? Not to mention the fact that you might even try to run from him.

Like hell.

So, Jason found himself pushing the window you’d cracked open further, till he could just slip inside. Landing on the balls of his feet as he’d been trained to do a hundred times before, his presence was barely audible.

Just being in the same room as you felt like he was drunk and more alert than ever all at once. In the back of his mind, a sour voice told him to stop, to let this be the farthest he went and leave before things got out of hand. God forbid Bruce found out. But he pushed those thoughts away as quickly as they came.

Taking his time, he walked slowly around your bedroom, his eyes soaking in everything that was just you. It was impossible to resist purusing your things as he came to your dresser. Trailing his fingers across all the little decorations you had, he closed his eyes, imagining he was touching your skin instead.

He couldn’t resist opening the drawers, and nearly sank to his knees when he saw that the first one he opened was full of your panties and bras. His mask suddenly felt constricting, and he immediately noticed his breaths pick up.

“Jesus Christ.” He huffed out in a sharp breath, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Looking back over at you sleeping in the bed, it was like he had the devil on both shoulders. Without thinking long enough to regret it, he reached for the prettiest pair, pocketing it so quickly it may as well had never been there.

Jason let out a heavy sigh, but continued placing cameras in places nobody but him would think to check. He’d have to come back later to do the rest of the apartment.

After just watching you sleep for what felt like far too little time, Jason finally willed himself to turn and leave. Every fibre of his being was screaming in protest. The thought of getting to be this close to you, only to have it ripped away, was almost too much to bear. Still, he made his way back to your window. That’s when he heard it.

The sound of rustling sheets filled Jason’s expertly trained ears and his gaze snapped to the noise instantly as he froze in place, halfway out your window.

Dear god.

Where you had been snuggled cutely in your blankets, you had kicked them off to leave your lower half exposed.

Your gorgeous legs lay splayed across your bed, long and elegant. All of his senses were dialled in on the singular sight of you. His cock thrummed with heat almost instantly, his pants stretched out by his girth as his gazed strayed further.

You were wearing a pair of flimsy sleep shorts and a shirt that was far too big for you and he’d be damned if he said it wasn’t the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

With an amount of restraint he didn’t think he possessed, Jason bit his tongue, practically salivating at the sight of you. He rested his head against the window frame, halfway out of your apartment, halfway towards making a very bad decision.

He should leave. He should leave and never come back and leave you alone and stop. But he couldn’t.

Fuck it.

Refusing to spend any more time not having you, Jason pulled himself back through your window, prowling towards your bed.

He just stood there for a while like he had already, staring at the delicious curve of your ass and feeling his cock harden in his pants. If he was already going to hell for this then he would take his time savouring his sins.

But he could only hold himself back for so long.

With a quiet groan, Jason crept nearer to your side, pulling away the rest of the blankets as carefully as he could. It wasn’t that important for him to see all of you just yet. Not only was his mind only focused on one thing, but he knew he had all the time in the world to study every part of you. You were his after all.

Now that your lower half was exposed to the cool spring air, there was only one barrier keeping Jason from taking what was holding his entire soul. He prayed you were a heavy sleeper, and lowered himself to his stomach on the bed. Propped up on his elbows, there were only a few inches separating him from the only thing he wanted.

Thank god for sleep shorts.

In the back of his mind, he was already adding buying you something less revealing to his list of things to do, not wanting anyone to see you but him. But that could wait.

Taking off his mask and placing it on the floor beside your bed, he bit his tongue and gently hooked his fingers underneath your sleep shorts, pulling them to the side. All at once the breath left his lungs and he felt like his world was being tipped upside down. You didn’t wear any panties to bed.

Jason had to close his eyes for a moment in order to control his urge to wake you up and ravish you. When he opened them again, they flickered green and he zeroed in on what was making his mouth water.

Your pretty little pussy.

It was a miracle he’d gotten this far to be honest, but you didn’t seem to stir for anything. Thanking whatever force was allowing him this one pleasure, he moved closer to you and began taking what he wanted so desperately.

The moment his mouth met your pussy he nearly came in his pants.

Stopping for a second, he waited for any sign you were awake, his heart pounding in his ears. But you were still silent. Jason took this as his go ahead, but he had no intentions of stopping anyway.

He peppered kisses along your pussy, drunk on the softness of your skin and the taste of you on his lips. Everything in him was bursting with thrill, and he could barely stop himself from rutting against your bed to get some much needed friction. He wasn’t in his mind anymore, the only thing keeping him tethered to the planet was your sweet little cunt.

You began to breathe a little heavier in your sleep, your soft breathing quickly getting deeper. But Jason didn’t stop.

He couldn’t.

Not when you tasted so divine, not when your skin felt like heaven on his tounge. He moved to your clit now, his whole face practically pressed into your pussy. If he was gonna go out between your legs, it was a death he would gladly take.

He sucked on your clit, alternating between swirling his tounge around it in tight little circles and sloppily eating you out. It was getting harder and harder for Jason to control the level of noise he was making. His groans and low, rumbling growls began to fill the room. It was just you. Only you in his mind, his heart, and his soul.

Oh, fuck.

You were making these cute little noises now. Little breathy whimpers and whines were leaving your lips. With each sound that reached his ears, he felt a bit more of his control slipping.

He hadn’t even noticed he was fucking you with two fingers until you began to squirm. All at once he halted all his movement, waiting for his fun to end, but your eyes never opened. This would all just be a really good dream for you. He almost chuckled at the idea.

Certain you’d stay asleep, he buried his face in your pussy, eating you like a man starved. His fingers pumped in and out of your now slick cunt, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he tasted your sweetness on his tongue.

But it wasn’t enough. He needed more.

He needed to make you cum. He needed to be the one, the only one, bringing you pleasure. He wanted to feel your cum running down his face. He wanted to taste you on his tongue three days from now.

There was no point trying to contain himself anymore. He’d already jumped off the edge a long time ago. Jason pumped a third finger into you, allowing himself to grind his raging cock against your bed. The noises you were making were getting louder, and you were beginning to writhe in your sheets every time he slammed his fingers into you. He knew he’d have to be quick, but honestly, he didn’t know how much more he could take.

Taking your clit in between his teeth, he grazed the sensitive skin just enough to have you even wetter for him. Jason was desperate. All his cares, all his worries had been replace by an unending, carnal urge for you.

Only you.

He pumped his fingers faster, driving them in and out while he ate you like a man possessed. Then, he got to experience what was easily the best thing that ever happened to him.

Without warning, your needy whimpers turned into one long, high pitched whine, and your sweetness burst into Jason’s mouth. He felt like he died all over again, cumming in his pants as he groaned into your pussy, shuddering. Never once did his fingers stop, only slowing to allow himself to lap up all of your juices.

The world was quiet for a moment as he stayed hooked on your cunt, his eyes closed in bliss.

But he couldn’t stay forever.

With an insane amount of difficulty, Jason placed one more kiss on your clit, and pulled your shorts back in place. His own underwear would be ruined, and he would definitely have to wash his pants, but he couldn't have given less of a shit.

Once he was sure you’d stay asleep, he moved off the bed, coming to stand beside your now flushed face. Jason didn’t know what was worse, having to leave after tasting the best thing ever, or the fact that you’d only remember this as a dream.

Not wanting to think about anything but how full his heart felt, he leaned down and pressed a feather light kiss to your cheek.

“Sweet dreams, baby. You’re mine.” He whispered softly, as if you could hear him, and brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear.

Taking one last glance at your pretty face, he turned and crept his way out of your apartment, leaving the way he came, through the window.

He made sure to close it.

It was clear to Jason that he should be feeling shame, remorse or disgust with himself for what he just did, but the only thing on his mind was how he wanted you awake for next time. And there would be a next time.

When you awoke that morning, and the haze of sleep cleared from your mind, your focus instantly went to the wetness between your thighs. You blushed as vague memories of a rather nice dream sprung to the forefront of your thoughts.

Shaking your head, you crawled out of bed, yawning, when your eyes caught on a slightly confusing sight.

“Didn’t I leave that open?”