#jason todd x user

[luvvampz]

"You're gay? So, what!"

Warnings: cursing, fear of homophobia (no idea if it's a trigger but I'll still add it)

Authors note: YIEPEPEPEP!!!!!!! Should I turn this into a mini series and do this with others? Give me ideas on who else to do lmao also lmk if I should do the same characters with different sexualities, gender identities, etc in general js lmk in asks or replys or smth

"I know the perfect place to talk. Trust me." Were the words your elder brother had told you when you asked if you and him could talk privately. But you simply shrugged your shoulders, hey, as long as you got to talk about what you wanted to tell him then you really didn't care where the discussion was held.

You weren't expecting him to take you to bat burger, but hey! Nothing better than a burger and fries while telling your older brother one of your biggest secrets.

"I'll take.." Jason paused as he considered what he wanted to get. Was bat burger the most healthiest choice to eat? Hell no! Was he going to eat some with his younger sibling? Hell yes! Jason paused for a moment glancing at the menu for a moment, "The batburger special, please and whatever the kid wants." Jason shrugged motioning for you to tell the cashier what the hell you wanted.

"I'll have the same thing as him but with nuggets please." You nodded, crossing your arms. You were trying to seem calm and collected but in reality you were nervous as hell.

After a while you both got your food and Jason paid giving a decently generous tip (which was secretly just his way of apologizing for breaking the window a few nights ago when fighting a guy).

"Alright. What's up?" Jason questioned once you both had sat down and starting taking a few bites of your food.

"You swear you won't tell Bruce? If you do I'll tell Alfred you were the one who ate all of the pizza types." You narrowed your eyes at him, waiting for your confirmation that Jason wouldn't spill your secret.

"I swear. What's been bothering you?" Jason nodded, putting his hands up in surrender jokingly at your threat.

"So... I'm gay." You mumbled out nervously before quickly stuffing a nugget in your mouth hoping that Jason wouldn't be upset.

"Alright? And?" Jason shrugged. He didn't understand what was so wrong with it. He didn't care what anyone's sexuality was. As long as they weren't a piece of shit, he really could care less if someone was queer. As long as they were happy really.

"Wait. You're not mad?" You stared at him perplexed. You thought he would have a wayyy worse of a reaction.

"No? Why would I? If you're gay then good for you really." Jason simply shrugged his shoulders once more. If anything he was more confused on why you thought he wouldn't be supportive.

"Thanks." You nodded softly, taking a bite from your burger. Boy did that not go as you had planned. But hey, one down how many more to go?

[cherryred-lips]

Loser Jason Todd loser Jason give him to me rahhh

[venuslarkspur]

Batfam x Sanamancer!Magic!Reader - Incorrect Quotes 3

Sanamancer: A magic user who’s magic is life and healing based

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Tim: I need some dating advice from you

Jason: Okay- just because I’m with Sanamancer!Reader doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

Batfam: …

Dick breaking the silence,: You’re with Sanamancer!Reader?

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Dick: Do you only do healing magic or can you do other stuff aswell?

Sanamancer!Reader: Well I used to scam people with magic shows.

Dick: What?

Sanamancer!Reader: What?!

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Jason: You look good with that wand.

Sanamancer!Reader: You know where else I'd look good?

Jason, zero hesitation: My bed.

Sanamancer!Reader, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

—————————

Steph: When you said 'Magic in Bed', I wasn't expecting this...

Sanamancer!Reader: *pulls out card from deck* Now, was this your card?

Steph: Holy shi-

—————————

Damian: H-how do you ask someone out?

Sanamancer!Reader: Well, first-

Jason: Don't ask them, they asked me out mid magic show.

Tim: ...And you said yes?

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Happy New Years everyone <3

[uc1wa]

your (amazing) dick sex pollen fic got me thinking....

out of dick Jason Roy and Jaime, who would be able to control themselves the longest and who give in first? (like ur personal ranking for the four of them)

luv u sm <33

-👻

thank you baby! and EASY

roy would never try to hold himself back from his pleasure with you. there’s no denying from him, you wanna give yourself to him? his dick is already hard and he’s kicking his pants off, pulling you on his lap without a care.

jaime next because sometimes he can be bratty >:( he wants you, always! but if he wants to be a little brat, he’ll bite back that he doesn’t want you that bad! spread your legs open for him and watch him crawl though.

dick next of course. he can hold himself back. he has a good amount of self control, but not enough to not have a boner while he assures you, you aren’t doing anything to him. his body speaks for him, and with a little protest and a little teasing and exposing of yourself, he’s fucking you good!

jason though… he can hold his own easily. doesn’t matter if you’re bending over on all fours to show him how needy you are, he won’t turn his neck to allow his eyes to see. and if he does, he laughs because, are you really that pathetic? (he’ll fuck you into the wall though, more so… out of spite :3)

[bluetooththereptile]

Idea!

I've been fanning for Bayonetta for a while now and I was thinking, since Bruce has a type, like Selina, why not make it hit the bars with a 8 feet tall umbra witch read? There is magic in dc universe, check, Bruce has a type for women like cereza, check, badassery of the umbra witches, check, the potential of the old bat's heart to crumble into pieces and decent into madness is through the roof!

Should I write a fic about that?

[unkn0wnhum4n]

mentally feral for small (bunny) user x jason todd. so here is a lil write from my insane brain.

you, a bunny hybrid made from stolen DNA and born in a lab in gotham have never ever been out. all days the same, predictable, it's been like that since you were young all the way to a young adult.

so one day when you see the people in lab coats running around the underground facility all scared like death was on their heels, your instincts went into drive. fear running through your veins you ran.

this was the first time you've ever been out of that padded locked place called your 'room'. as you got closer to the exit the cropper and iron smell hit your enhanced senses hard. by the time you figured out you ran towards danger and not from it, it was to damn late.

you turned, only to see the most tallest human you've met in your life, jason. you thought your damn life was over, seeing it flash before your eyes, before blacking out..

((hiii atlas here! this is gonna have parts, with it being the new year and me being me i can't just sum a full story like this in just one night! so bunny user is getting put into the to do pile!))

[luvrodite]

au where you’re neighbours with jason and you guys have a pretty good rapport, he’s quiet and always makes small talk even in the elevator (not knowing how flustered he makes you because he’s so attractive) and just. you’re coming home one evening and you bump into him in the hallway clearly returning from an event and your throat goes dry because jason, who you’ve never seen in anything fancier than his beat up jackets and slouchy crewnecks, is clad in a clearly expensive suit that clings to his body, crisp button up straining across his chest and a shiny watch at his wrist…he catches you looking and goes a little red because he’s aware he’s out of his element but you’re just trying to maintain some modicum of dignity and not objectify the ever living hell out of that man.

[jasontoddisasorceror]

Danny had been really excited to see the league again after his ghost half finally stopped being a little cuck and let him remember his life from before his first death ( he wasn't counting that time Willis threw him threw a window he technically survived that) Anyway he had been excited to see some old faces again when he sensed the blood blossoms and well ya that was the end of that dream.

Danny can be summoned but he has to agree to it, so of course he is fully aware of what the summoners want, how he was summoned and if the area is safe.

So when he is about to get summoned by the justice league for a deal he is about to take it

But then he realizes there are a bunch of blood blossoms and multiple spells to bind/weaken him

So with a bit of help from vortex and a portal he sucks up all the blood blossoms and leaves a single paper behind

The jl is shocked when the summoning not only not works but the flowers - that took ages to acquire - were taken

Slowly Batman approaches the paper and when he touches it a voice rings out

"While I would not mind making a deal with you heros, the way you went about it is horrid. Now, you may summon me again, this time with the knowledge that you shouldn't piss off the being you want help from. If you summon me again with the intent you had before, the infinity realm will take it as a war declaration"

Danny was not aware about the last bit and he is also not aware that the league is now freaking out

[rizzanon]

Undoing Fate

neglected to regressor batsis! reader x platonic batfam

what if after 20 years of neglect from your family full of vigilantes, you face an unfortunate death, only to find yourself regressed back to when you were 16?

⤷ lots of emotional neglect, reader was batgirl, reader was a tryhard and an overachiever, reader had no social life in her first life, mentions of drugs, mentions of human trafficking, mentions of death, regression themes, toxic and unhealthy relationships, dysfunctional family, toxic mentalities, reader and everyone else needs therapy…, canon divergence, major character death(s) | tba | based on this

⤷ info! (background) 1 | 2 | read this first to understand the plot and each batfam better :)

⤷ art!!! 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

⤷ if you’re bored m.list—under reconstruction

00 | And she cried over nothing

01 | Sixteen again

02 | A quitter? | ?

03 | Everything is awesome…

04 | Until it’s not | .

05 | Untouched memories

06 | Another suffocating day | .

07 | —

08 |

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[dollishmehrayan]

WEIRD QUIRKS BATBOYS HAVE IN A RELATIONSHIP ── .✦

A/n: I can’t stop thinking about batboys who have gen z humor in relationships like please💔 RELEASE ME. Like imagine these fighting crime then laughing while watching TikTok on a random Sunday?? (Tags: batboys x fem!reader weird quirks)

© dollishmehrayan — ( all rights reserved to me. These works cannot be reposted, translated, or modified. Thank you for understanding dollies! )

DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

Emotional Support Golden Retriever BF: Dick will send you a random “I love you” text with 15 heart emojis and the rainbow hearts in one line (ugh DISGUSTING 🤢) followed by “I miss you” five minutes later… even if you’re in the same room. (STUPID MILLENNIAL.)

Chaotic Selfies: He’s the type to send you selfies with the dumbest captions like, “Why am I kinda hot tho?” or “Babe, if you leave me, you’re blind.”

Random Dance Breaks: Dick will randomly break out in TikTok dances in the middle of your conversations. You’ll be arguing about what to have for dinner, and he’ll just hit this (here) saying, “Can’t be mad at this, babe.”

His Comedy Bit: Anytime you trip or stumble, Dick’s like, “Are you falling for me again?” Cue your eyeroll as he grins like he just invented comedy.

JASON TODD ── .✦

The "I Hate Everyone but You" BF: Jason sends you TikToks that scream “us” energy. Think of the “grumpy bf, sunshine gf” trope in meme form.

Trash-Talking Together: He doesn’t even pretend to like people. “He looks like wind whistles through his head,” he’ll whisper to you about someone in a coffee shop, and you’ll lose it laughing.

Petty King: He sends screenshots of your arguments back to you like, “Tell me I wasn’t right tho.” But he’ll also say, “We’re not fighting, I just think I’m funnier.”

Affection, Jason Style: If you’re cold, Jason’s like, “You should’ve brought a jacket,” then gives you his. But only after making a snarky comment like, “This makes me look good, doesn’t it?”

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

The “I Can’t Sleep” BF: Tim sends you memes at 3 a.m. with “this is us” captions. Then he sends another an hour later saying, “No fr, we need to sleep.”

Weird Intellectual Tangents: Tim will randomly look up from his laptop and ask, “Would you rather fight one horse-sized duck or 100 duck-sized horses?” You’re too used to it at this point.

Social Media Detective: He likes your posts so fast it’s suspicious and always is the first comment with “❤️” . “How did you see that in two seconds?” you ask. He shrugs. “I have notifications on.”

Soft Nerd Energy: He makes playlists with names like “thinking about you in the Batcave” or “late-night snack runs with you.”

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Blunt Affection: Damian’s the type to say, “You look ridiculous,” but if anyone else says it, he’ll glare and be like, “She’s perfect.”

Random Acts of Service: He’s not into grand gestures, but suddenly your favorite snack is waiting on your desk, and he’ll just mutter, “Don’t make it a big deal.”

Reluctant Meme User: He pretends he’s too sophisticated for memes, but you’ll catch him smirking at one you sent. “It’s not that funny,” he’ll insist, but you know better.

Sass King: If you call him cute, he’ll say, “I know.” But if you ignore him for too long, he’ll sulk like, “I don’t require your attention. But also, why haven’t you looked at me in 10 minutes?”

[wayneskluv]

Wonder Woman's daughter x Bat-fam - Chapter one

summary: Your mom—Wonder Woman—just dropped you off at Wayne Manor like a kid because she apparently couldn’t find a “suitable babysitter.” Never mind that you’re a fully grown adult and more than capable of taking care of yourself. Now you’re stuck in a mansion full of brooding vigilantes, chaotic adopted siblings, and a butler who’s already silently judging your life choices.

You survived battles, monsters, and Olympian family drama—but can you survive living with the Batfamily?

word count: around 1.6k before i made final touches on tumblr editor

pairing/s: platonic!alfred x reader, platonic!damian x reader (he's a child in this fic!) and then maybe romantically dick x reader or jason x reader perhaps even tim. probably not bruce x reader. if anyone has any preferences, do let me know!

warnings: basically none at the moment. haven't pre-read. no beta, we die like jason todd. damian being a bit of a demon brat. demigod!user.

a/n: all images edited by me! if there’s an artist i haven’t credited, please let me know! i usually get my images from pinterest, and the credit is.. not great. if i’ve written something twice or misspelled something please PLEASE don’t hesitate to tell me. i very much appreciate it. but please be kind! i promise the next parts will be longer, this is sort of an intro into it. even if they aren’t longer, i’ll write a few.

# ── chapter one's POLAROID design - DAMIAN’S:

WAYNE MANOR is.. a lot.

It’s not just the size—though the sheer magnitude of the place is ridiculous—it’s the atmosphere. There’s a certain weight to the air, something woven between the old wood and polished marble, between the paintings of long-dead Waynes and the ever-present shadows stretching down the halls. It’s a house of ghosts, of past lives and quiet grief, but also of something more. Something alive.

You follow Alfred through the halls, the weight of multiple sets of eyes trailing behind you.

“So,” Dick says, effortlessly slipping into step beside you, “how long are you crashing with us?”

“Not sure,” you admit. “Mom was vague. Something about a ‘diplomatic mission’ and ‘needing someone to keep an eye on me.’”

Jason makes a noise that’s somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. “You’re a grown adult. You need a babysitter?”

“Right?!” You throw up a hand. “I told her that. But apparently, my ‘tendency to attract trouble’ means I need supervision.”

Tim, still lounging on the couch with his coffee, raises an eyebrow. “You’re in good company, then.”

“I fail to see why we should be responsible for you,” Damian mutters, arms still crossed. “You’re more than capable of defending yourself. Do you require assistance dressing yourself as well?”

You smirk. “No, but thanks for the concern.” How old was this kid?

Damian bristles. Jason outright laughs.

Bruce, who had been silent up until now, finally speaks. “You’re here. You’ll train, patrol, and follow house rules. No exceptions.”

Ah. There it is. The Batman speech.

You tilt your head. “Define ‘rules.’”

Jason grins.

Bruce ignores him. “No reckless fights, no engaging Gotham’s rogues without backup, and no breaking my city.”

You cross your arms. “Define ‘breaking.’”

Tim groans into his coffee.

Dick pats your shoulder. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.”

You look around at your newly acquired dysfunctional family and resist the urge to sigh.

Mom really did just dump you here like a stray dog, huh?

—

You’re led to your new room—temporary room, you remind yourself—as Alfred sweeps open the door with his usual poised efficiency.

The space is huge. Bigger than necessary. A four-poster bed, heavy oak furniture, a massive window overlooking the eternal Gotham gloom. Everything is dark wood, old money, and class. The whole place smells faintly of leather-bound books and expensive cologne. It’s… nice. In a cold, excessively rich, mildly haunted sort of way.

Alfred clears his throat. “I took the liberty of preparing the room to your specifications. If anything is unsuitable, do let me know.”

Your specifications. Right. You’d told your mom you didn’t need anything, but she must have sent a list anyway, because there’s ambrosia nectar in a crystal decanter on the desk, a thick training mat rolled up in the corner, and a wardrobe that probably contains battle-appropriate outfits tailored to your measurements.

She really did just drop you off and send instructions like you’re a dog.

“Thanks, Alfred,” you say, running a hand over the desk. Solid mahogany. You could probably suplex a god onto it, and it would hold.

He nods approvingly. “Dinner is at seven. I trust you will have no issue finding the dining hall?”

You smirk. “I don’t know. This place is a maze. You sure I won’t end up lost and starving in the east wing?”

He doesn’t blink. “Then I shall inform Master Wayne that a search party may be required.”

Alfred departs, leaving you to take in the ridiculousness of your situation. You sit on the bed—comfortably firm, definitely high-thread-count sheets—and drop onto your back, staring at the ceiling.

Your mother owes you so much for this.

—

You spend the next couple of hours getting familiar with your prison.

It’s quiet for a while. Peaceful.

Then the knocking starts.

“Hey, Newbie.”

The door opens before you can answer. Dick. Of course it’s Dick.

He leans in, all easy grins and big brother energy. “Figured I’d check in. You settled?”

“As settled as I’ll ever be,” you say, sitting up.

Dick saunters in like he owns the place (which, okay, technically he used to). He glances around, nodding at the Amazonian touches. “Mom went all out, huh?”

“She thinks Gotham is held together with duct tape. She’s probably right.”

“Oh, definitely right.”

Before you can ask what he actually wants, another figure appears in the doorway.

Jason.

He crosses his arms, giving you a slow once-over. “So. You’re an Amazon.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”

Dick chokes on a laugh. Jason grins.

—

The next few hours are a crash course in Batfamily survival.

Tim appears just long enough to tell you that “if you touch my coffee, I will kill you” before vanishing into the night like a cryptid.

Damian tests your reflexes by casually throwing a knife at you in the hallway. You catch it without looking. He says nothing. Just nods and walks away.

Jason decides to test your strength. By handing you a gun. You crush it in your bare hand. “…Well, okay then.”

Dick drags you into the living room for an impromptu movie night. Apparently, it’s a tradition. Jason spends half the movie making snarky Amazon jokes. Damian complains about historical inaccuracies.

By the time dinner rolls around, you’re half-convinced you’ve walked into a madhouse.

Alfred serves a massive feast (courtesy of your inhuman dietary needs). You sit at the table, surrounded by Gotham’s weirdest vigilantes, eating like an Amazon in the middle of a completely normal family meal.

It’s bizarre. It’s horrifying.

It’s… weirdly nice.

Bruce, sitting at the head of the table, barely says anything. He’s watching you, but it’s not that usual piercing Batman stare—it’s more like a curiosity. Maybe he’s wondering what kind of trouble you’ll stir up. Maybe he just doesn’t know what to make of you. You’ve barely had a real conversation with him, just him dropping you here with all the grace of a father figuring out how to deal with his kids’ newest problem. But then again, Bruce Wayne isn’t exactly father of the year.

Dick’s usual charm is in full swing as he tries to make small talk. “So, you’re a demigod, huh? You’re gonna have to teach me some moves sometime. You know, to keep up with all the crazy stuff we have to do around here.” His smile is big, open—like he’s trying to make you feel at home, but you can tell there’s a nervous energy under it. He keeps glancing at you, like he’s trying to figure out how to approach someone who could probably snap him like a twig. You almost feel sorry for him. Almost.

Jason, sitting next to you, shovels food in with no care for finesse. “So, you’re Wonder Woman’s kid. That explains the whole glowing warrior princess thing you’ve got going on. What do you actually do with all that godly power? Sit on mountaintops and brood or do you, like, break people’s faces for a living?” His voice is laced with amusement, but there’s a sharpness in his eyes. He’s testing you.

“You’d be surprised,” you say coolly, setting your fork down. “I’ve had a bit of experience with face-breaking.”

Jason laughs. “Good, because Gotham needs a lot of that.”

Damian, who had been silently poking at his food, suddenly looks up from his plate. His eyes narrow with some strange mix of suspicion and mild interest. “You will be trained, I assume?” he asks, not bothering to hide the condescension in his voice. “Or do you believe that your divine abilities will suffice?”

You almost choke on your drink. “Oh, I’m definitely trained, kid. What, you think just because I’m half-god I don’t need to learn how to fight like a human?”

Damian’s lips curl up into something that might be a sneer, but it’s more like the equivalent of a raised eyebrow from someone who’s always trying to one-up everyone. “I suppose that’s a good attitude, for now.”

You raise an eyebrow back, feeling the tension between you two starting to spark. “Keep thinking that.”

Tim, who’s been glaring into his phone the whole time, suddenly looks up. His expression is the usual deadpan, but you catch a flicker of curiosity. “You know,” he says, tapping on his screen, “if you really want to get the most out of this place, you’ll have to figure out which of us is your mentor. Bruce is… well, Bruce, so don’t expect much from him. But if you’re looking for a solid training regiment, maybe ask Dick or Jason. Just—don’t get too attached to the idea of normal training. This is Gotham, and we all have our… quirks.” He’s about to say more when Bruce interrupts with a sharp look.

“That’s enough, Tim,” Bruce says softly, but with authority. The room falls silent for a moment. Tim’s eyes flicker up at Bruce, then down at his phone. No more words from him.

It’s… strange. You’re used to the chaos, but this feels like a whole other level of dysfunction. They bicker like siblings, but there’s this undercurrent of something deeper—loyalty maybe? You can tell that whatever happens between these people, they’re bound by something stronger than just the weight of their shared lives.

You take a breath and cut in, trying to ease the tension. “Look, I’m just here for the short-term. All I need is a place to crash and a bit of guidance while Mom does whatever it is she’s doing.”

“Short-term?” Damian asks, raising a brow. “How short is short-term?”

You glance over at him, the corners of your mouth tugging into a smirk. “Not long enough for you to start calling me ‘sis,’ if that’s what you’re worried about.”

He glares at you. “We shall see.”

The dinner continues, awkwardly at first but slowly finding its rhythm. There’s a comfortable noise in the air now—the kind that only happens when people are used to each other’s company. And while you’re still very much the outsider in this strange little family, for the first time since you arrived, the weight of the world outside feels just a little bit lighter.

@hjgdhghoe @linnygirl09

[fablehaven-rulez]

Oh my fucking godd

Jason fucking a baby in bunny reader mayhaps?

MDNI 18+

i might make you juno ૮₍ ˃ ᵕ ˂ ₎ა

jason x bunny! reader

jason todd smut

“such a pretty little bun,” jason cooed as he thrusts harshly into your cunt whilst you were pinned down in a mating press. “your pussy loves me, squeezing every bit of my cock sweet thing,” he groaned as his large hands gripped your waist tightly, squeezing the soft flesh there. “m-mph,” you whined as jason fucked you dumb, jason treated you like a bunny in heat, always stuffing you full and bending you to all the positions he wanted. the room was filled with the sound of your skin slapping against each other and heat from your activities.

“you know, if you keep milking me like these i might have to come inside you bun.” the thought of that made you dizzy in the best way possible, to have his hot sticky come leak down your thighs while he stuffed you full. “how about i put a baby in this pretty tummy?” he grinned as he nibbled your earlobe. gently, he traced your stomach softly, outline where he was through the small tummy bulge. “you’ll let me make you all round and plump right bun?”

you nodded eagerly, there was just something about being stuffed with his cum and carrying his baby that made you drool. “such a good bun,” jason whispered softly kissing your forehead. “ ‘m make sure to treat you right ok? bring you all the flowers and chocolates you need whilst you carry our child.”

“i’ll make sure to buy the prettiest little maternity dresses for you ok? one that shows that adorable round baby tummy.” the thought of putting a baby in you made jason’s mind go haywire, his thrusts sled up and he was hitting you so so deep. “gotta make sure the dresses have easy access too, need to fuck you at least once with a baby bump.”

“gonna love seeing you all round and plump,” jason groaned as his grip tightened at the thought of you carrying his child. “you’ll let me breed this little cunt?” he squeezed your stomach before he looked you in the eyes. “promise i’ll treat you so well, just need to carry my baby yeah?”

“o-ok,” you mumbled out, your legs were giving in feeling like jelly after your last few orgasms. it wasn’t long before you felt jason coming inside you, filling you up. “atta girl,” he groaned at the sight of his mess leaking down your thighs. jason stuffed his cock back in your cunt, and as a result, “don’t want to waste a drop, do we? need you to be all round and plump.”

[venuslarkspur]

Imagine: A Sanamancer!Magic!Reader x Batfam who can heal wounds through lip to lip contact <3

Sanamancy: A magic user whose magic is life and healing based.

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On patrol..

Jason: I think I pulled a muscle but I’ll be fine.

Sanamancer!Reader: Do you want me to heal you?

Jason: You can do that?

Sanamancer!Reader: Yes I can heal injuries through lip to lip contact :)

Jason: …don’t worry I only pulled a muscle

Sanamancer!Reader: Oh okay.

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Later

Jason: Punch me in the face now please.

Tim: You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.

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We need more magic!reader please <3

[uc1wa]

sucking jason’s dick n ur teasing him up to the point where he can’t take it anymore and fists your hair with both hands and starts fucking ur mouth…………………

- 🪻 (new nonnie ;) )

HELLO NEW NONNIE WELCOME BABY!!

jason was great at standing his ground, usually unbothered by the constant teasing you’d attempt to put onto the man. even if his cock was aching and throbbing, his face wouldn’t change when he watched you play with his bright red tip. he viewed it as a strength in comparison to the way you couldn’t stand when he did the same back.

but tonight he came home wanting you. he was already hard when he slid into your apartment, frustrated from the night of work he had. the only thing getting him by was looking at his phone when he was given the rare opportunity, scrolling through past pictures you’ve taken for him, looking at some that you’d sent awhile ago when you were at a makeup shop. the pictures of different colored glosses on your lips that were puckered all too pretty.

he came home wanting nothing but your pretty lips wrapped around him the second his foot touched the floor of your living space. and from your place on your bed, the hard on must be painful the way it showed even in the thick cargo pants he wore while on patrol.

the soft light of the lamp illuminated your room, it lit up the teasing smirk you held until the man was sat in bed with his clothes thrown on your bedroom floor. the smirk that he wished he could wipe off your face because he needs to feel the soft feeling of your lips.

as per usual, though, you’re starting slow. licking long and slow stripes up the underside of his cock while your eyes are locked with his. his eyes that are partially squinted under dark and furrowed eyebrows. he’s irritated, and knowing that alone eggs you on further to continue with your teasing.

while licking from jason’s base to his tip, opening your mouth wide once you’re there, jason lets out a sigh of relief. one that has him leaning his head back and closing his eyes. but, the relief doesn’t go far when he feels you only sucking at the head of his cock, refusing to go further.

jason’s head shoots back up, eyes narrowing at yours, and that’s when he decides he can’t hold himself back anymore.

without another second of thought, both of his big hands are finding either side of your head. fingertips pressing harshly before knotting themselves into your hair. if you weren’t such a fucking tease, he wouldn’t have to be so rough with you tonight. he wouldn’t have to watch your face contort when he pushes your open mouth down to the base of his cock with a gag.

and honestly, the gagging feels better than anything you’ve purposely done to the man tonight. the way you choke on his length makes a grin pull his lips and his eyes close all at once, allowing you a few more seconds there before pulling your head off of him in a jerk.

"yeah, keep on teasing me, pretty girl," he smiles, eyes opening to take view of your eyes that are teary, a line of wetness running down your cheeks that are red from the span of time without air. "do y’wanna?" he asks, one hand maintaining its tight hold of your hair while the thumb of the other moves to wipe away your tear, leaning in a bit more into your space.

and while trying to give a response, all that leave your lips is a pathetic cough that makes jason chuckle. "here baby, i’ll help you," he says, hand that cleared your tear snaking it’s way to the back of your neck as he continues to fuck your face until your cheeks are stained with tears and his cum :(

[fictitious-obsession]

DC Headcanon #1

◇ Jason Todd x Y/N: Love Language ◇

I feel like Jason's love language is somewhat tied to quality time and small touches.

He came from a home that was not healthy and that did not prioritize him, so he tries his best to make you feel wanted.

Weekends are for couch snuggles and movies or show binging. He sits with you for anything from terrible movies to drama tv shows. Even if you're not cuddling, he may put an arm around you or take your hand.

You receive texts of, "Hey. Missing you. Can I come over tonight??" or "Passing by your place for work stuff...can I stop by for a kiss good luck?" (He is a red heart emoji user, for sure.)

He stops by whenever he can to see how you're doing. Not minding if he sees you for 6 hours or 5 minutes. He prefers to see you over calling you. ....This may include knocking on your window while out as Red Hood.

Date nights are a must, but he will try to keep it as private as possible.

He likes to be close to you. If you're not in the mood for cuddles or closeness, he asks to just take your hand or put his hand on your thigh. Looking to comfort while gaining comfort.

He loves to be around you, but respects your mood and boundaries.

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Just a short little thought I had. I just wanna cuddle him lol Anyway, hope you enjoyed it :)

Anyway, I'm back!!

~ Anya

[bunnie-babe]

i need jason to hold me and play with my hair so bad. uuhhh i feel like he would be so good to cuddle with!

"Just come here," Jason chuckled, holding his arms out.

"I can't- I-"

"I'm not trying to get you naked, I just want you to come lay on me while I watch a movie."

"Why?"

"Because. It was a long day and I missed you."

And when you come to him, letting him pull you onto his chest- Jason exhales slowly. "Much better."

You make a soft noise he doesn't know the meaning of but- he can feel you relax a little, shifting you around to make sure your neck wasn't at a weird angle and his inevitable wood wasn't grinding into your hip.

"I missed you too," you murmur.

"I- Opf- hey Elmer, welcome to the party." Jason coughed and grunted again when another paw hit his groin. But when he curled up, joining the cuddle pile, purring like an engine; Jason was oddly comforted.