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[justawriterofstuff]

Let's mess around

(MDNI, please reblog to support my writing.)

"Oh my gosh Jason, what the fuck are you doing?" you hissed at him, as you felt your pajama bottoms pulled down to your ankles, your panties pushed to the side,

"I don't like sleeping in a separate room from you." Jason replied, his fingers getting dangerously close to your area.

"Jason, we can't. The whole purpose of being here was to make sure Tim had the right incentive to lead the Titans." you whispered harshly, ignoring how his other hand came up and palmed your breast.

This was the first night of the week Jason and you had to observe Tim, and the fact that Jason had snuck out of his guest room, and into yours didn't bode well.

"Doll, you have no one to blame but yourself. When we were sparring and you put me in a headlock with your thighs..." he trailed off, slipping under your bra, and pinching your nipple.

A faint moan escaped you, and you put a hand over your mouth.

"Jason, I swear to-"

"It'll be quick and quiet, Ma. I just need your help taking care of this problem." he replied, his finger grazing your now swollen clit.

One of these days, you were going to kill him.

Maybe not now.

"Jason-" you stopped as you felt his teeth sink into the side of your breast, your heart stuttering a moment. It was dark to where you couldn't really see him, but you knew how he looked and felt like the back of your hand.

"I'm going all in, doll, please let me." he replied, his tongue tracing the side of your neck to your jaw.

Motherfuck-

"F-fine, but you better not make any noise." you relented, already feeling the fat blunt of his cock trace the opening of your pussy.

Jesus christ, was a few expert touches and bites from Jason was all it took to get you going? Were you really that big of a slut?

The answer appeared in the form of Jason shoving into you, a choked out gasp escaping your mouth.

Holy fuck, no matter how many times they had sex, it always took you a minute to adjust to his size.

You're basically grounding your teeth together as he splits you apart, his hands cupping and rubbing your breasts. Your bra was hastily torn off-one of many, thanks to Jason's methods-his fingers rubbing and pinching your nipples.

Once you figured out his game, you wanted to punch him.

Jason was trying to make you moan out loud.

His hips began a slow, steady, and deep thrust. He'd go all the way in you, and all the way out, the tip of his cock tickling your entrance as he speared right in.

And goddammitt, if it didn't feel so fucking good. Jason nestled upon you, his face buried in the crook of your shoulder, biting and sucking on your skin as he continued to thrust into you.

You couldn't even cover your mouth with your hands as he held on to them, soft pants escaping out of Jason.

And maybe by sheer willpower, or just stubbornness, you locked your jaw so you couldn't make a sound, only breathy gasps escaping you every time he thrusted in you.

Jason then pulled back, mouth giving you sloppy kisses, as he thoroughly tasted the inner of your mouth.

And that's where you were shit out of luck.

Now that he was making his tongue go in your mouth, there was nothing stopping you from moaning.

"You feel so fucking good on my cock, Ma, just my favorite pussy." he whispered against your mouth, his hands on your hips pulling you down and forcing to take him in deeper.

God, you weren't going to make it alive at this point.

Your legs began to shake, the first tell-tale sign that you're orgasm was drawing near.

And Jason was a very selfless lover; he'd make you cum two times over before he'd let himself cum once.

"Aw, Ma, you're squeezing me so tight. You feeling that good baby?" he spoke, bracing himself as he thrusts got rougher and harder, his hand reaching down and rubbing your clit.

Him doing that was your undoing; your body squeezed around his cock, and he grunted with effort to keep going.

Of course you came first, and he followed right after, collapsing on top of you.

Now, here you were, a mess in the sheets with a giant freak.

You tried to sit up to scold him or at least push him off, but considering you'd gone through the wringer, you decided sleep was the better option after all.

The next morning...

"And that is why I put you and Y/N in separate guest rooms." Tim said, his arms crossed as they held a Titans meeting.

Jason glared but you could feel a blush come over your skin.

This was going to be one long week indeed.

[mostly-imagines]

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This is why I asked if Jason smokes 👀

i mean i see it in theory yes its hot

[justasimpleton-26]

The Jason Todd/Red Hood smut wins. Will post on my @justasmut26 blog!

Also, depending on which one wins, it will either be posted here or on my side blog

[justawriterofstuff]

My dangerous man

(MDNI)

The most dangerous man you have ever dated...was currently trying to get your attention from your book.

You looked up from your page, surprised that he had come home early from patrol, his suit torn and raggedy.

Small cuts appeared on his body, but you knew not to worry over those; it was the big wounds that he tried to hide from you that made you panic.

"You're back early! Did...something happen?" you ask, a strange, dazed look on his face as he stepped on through the window.

He didn't answer, chucking his helmet in the corner of your room, stepping closer with an intense look on his face, his eyes gazing into you as if you were the only thing in the world.

And then you saw the hunger in his gaze, as he took in your pajamas (cotton shorts and one of his long t-shirts that you'd stolen from him), his gaze lingering on your legs for too long.

"H-how did the mission go? Who was it that you were after again?" you asked, trying to break the tension.

"Poison Ivy." Jason expressed, and for a moment, your heart stopped.

You now had a hunch on why he was acting the way he was, wanting to test the theory but also a bit skittish on his behavior.

You remember a conversation of long ago that you had with Jason, how Poison Ivy had gotten even more annoying ever since she had developed aphrodisiac spores. She'd use it sparingly, but when she did, Jason admitted to you that it took him hours of jerking off before it was out of his system.

And this is the first time it had happened since you two started dating.

"Jason." you say, holding up your hands out to him in case he got too close. "I-I know what happened to you, and I can leave if you want to-"

He had you cornered then, putting his hands on either side of you as he leaned into you, trapping you against the wall.

"Why would I want you to leave? Especially when you look so good", he inhaled then, "And smell so good?"

At this point, you're trembling a little, and he's gotten so close, you can smell the leather and the faint smell of rain coming off of him.

This was new territory for you, mostly because out of the three brothers, Jason had managed to find self-control, treating you with respect, and always careful when he made love to you.

But now, he looked at you as if he was starved, and his muscles flexed, as if he was trying to keep himself under control, and not scare you away.

And in a way, it was hot. Jason who was level-headed. and always looked at you with adoration and love was now looking at you like as if he had a million things he wanted to do to you.

So maybe this gives you the confidence to push his buttons a little. You reach out and trace the side of his jaw, his eyes closing as he shudders. As he does so, all you can think about is how long Jason had to jerk himself off to get the aphrodisiac spores from his system, and you're wondering if it'll take that long for him to get better if he uses you instead.

"Y/N," he struggles out, keeping his body locked as his eyes stay closed. "If this is too much, tell me and I'll leave."

"Where will you go, this is your apartment?"

"To the Manor or something." he says, leaning over so his nose is now grazing your shoulder.

"Does...does it hurt?" you ask instead, and he shakes his head.

"The spores effect the excitatory neurotransmitters* to shoot off more excitement to the neurons which causes arousal to happen." he breathes, and for some reason, you find that very hot.

Just how brainy he is, and the way he's struggling to keep himself in check.

"Wow, you said a lot of words." you tease, brushing your lips against his jaw.

He lets out a sound, and it's one you've never heard of before.

You made Jason Peter Todd whimper.

That unlocks something in you, because all of a sudden, you're helping him take off his suit, tracing his chest with your hands as your lips kiss his neck, and he's so caught off guard that he's frozen at first before he starts helping you help him get undressed.

When you're reaching for his pants, Jason snaps out of it then, pulling you up and plopping you down on the bed. Your shorts are gone, underwear flying next, and you're both surprised and impressed how quick he works.

"I need you to be ready." he murmurs, as he leans down, spreading your thighs open, and his tongue grazing your clit.

It's not something you're expecting, and a soft gasp of surprise escapes you, but Jason tightens his hold on your thighs his mouth going to work as he licks and sucks your pussy, his fingers going in and out of you.

In no time, he has you moaning, and laying back on the bed as your hips arch up to him but his hold is so firm, you couldn't really move even if you wanted to, your legs resting over his shoulders.

When you orgasm, it's so intense, your body arches off the bed, but he doesn't stop there, licking you clean, and then pulling off your shirt and pushing your bra to the side as his fingers rub your peaked nipples, making the stimulation build up again.

"W-wait-" you try to stutter out, so sensitive from your first orgasm.

But Jason doesn't hear, going back to town, this time rubbing and touching your breasts, and licking and sucking on your clit making you cum again.

You're lying there then, feeling dazed from the first two orgasms he's given you, when he stands up, dropping his pants, and you see his erection basically getting ready to burst free from his boxers.

"Let me know if it's too rough." he says, and you nod, as he fists his cock a little, a soft groan escaping him.

He puts a condom on, and then with slowed urgency, goes through your cunt, shuddering a bit as he feels you adjust.

And then...he begins to thrust.

Slow, because he's appreciating the view, rubbing and pinching your breasts and nipples, and when that's not enough for him, leaning down and his mouth suckling on your nipples, making you let out a moan.

That's when Jason breaks, starting to increase in thrusting, holding your hips in place as he keeps going, making you buck and moan, and groan, your hands trying to reach for him and hold on to him, but he's not having it, pinning your wrists down as he goes the same pace but rougher, biting the top of your breast causing you to moan even louder.

"Come on baby, give me a little more, just a little more." he whispers, as he grunts, and continues on thrusting into you, the pleasure building up as you finally break when his fingers rub your clit oh so slowly.

This time, your vision is a bit spotty, and you're trying to catch your breath when you realize that Jason has only pulled out long enough to change his condom, and change your position, making you lay on your stomach.

"Jay, I-" you start to say, but he's already in you, doing it doggy style, as he guides your hips with his large hands, slamming down on him, his cock going deeper in you than before.

You don't even bother hiding the noises, feeling him lean over as he cups your breasts, rubbing and touch, and pinching your nipples.

You finally cum when he spanks your ass, him following suit after, and you wonder how long it'll be before the spores have left his system.

2 hours. It took two hours of pleasuring, of sexing, of so much damn orgasm after orgasm before Jason finally tapped out, leaving you ruined. He threw away the used condoms, careful to clean you as he tried not to fall asleep instantly from the euphoria he had of having sex with you.

Meanwhile, you lie there limp, trying to gather your bearings because he did indeed fuck the shit out of you. He wipes you off, and down, pulling you close as he cuddles you, kissing your face gently.

"H...holy shit..." you rasp, voice overused from crying out his name.

"I'm sorry." Jason says, and you wave off his apology, too exhausted to really say anything.

You both lie together as sleep takes over.

[justawriterofstuff]

That one time Jason came back from patrol in his suit, sweaty and smelling like leather and his fading cologne, and you just can't help it as you drag his tired body and perk him up by placing him on the bed, and kissing him so sensationally, that suddenly, he's no longer tired and he's bucking underneath you as you ride him.

[justawriterofstuff]

Welcome home

(MDNI; A/N: I've been struggling mentally because of life and my stupid afab hormones, so forgive the hiatus.)

You whined as you felt another thick finger enter your cunt.

This wasn't fair; here you were, wrists bound up to the headboard, and Jason had decided to add a second finger to your sexual torture. Your hips thrusted upward in a weak attempt to make his fingers go in deeper and hit your G-spot.

Smack!

Jason's large hand smacked against the side of your ass cheek.

"Don't be impatient, doll, let me savor this a little longer. I haven't seen you in weeks, I deserve this much." Jason replied, forcing you to look up at him as his hand pulled out from your pussy, and started the process all over again.

With his free hand, he grabbed your jaw, and traced your skin, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. Your tongue peeked out and traced the top of it, and Jason sucked in a breath as he removed his hand from your mouth and devoured you in a kiss.

All the while, his fingers plunged into your aching cunt, the noises adding to the harmony of your sloppy make out session with Jason.

His tongue traced all over your mouth, and your hips bucked as he relentlessly fingered you.

You wanted to cum? Well, this orgasm was either going to make or beak you, because you could feel the edge not only coming at you, but coming at you fast.

And as your pussy clenched against his two fingers, and your back arched upward as your legs began to shake with the intention of releasing-

Jason pulled his hand out at the last minute, and you whined out in betrayal, but then his thick cock slammed into you, and your eyes rolled up as you let out a choked gasp.

He has a bruising hold on your hip with one hand, the other untying you free, and each thrust that goes into you pushes you deeper into the pillows of the bed.

Your hands are on his muscled back, clinging on to him as he continues into you.

"Why the fuck weren't you there on that mission with me, ma? Don't you know how cold and lonely my cock was? I don't think I'll feel better until at least a few hours of fucking pass by." Jason told you, as he buried his face in between your breasts, biting the skin there, and sucking greedily, his thrusting stuttering as he went in a slower and deeper pace.

You can't really reply to him, not even mentioning that he forbade you from following after him because the pleasure is fogging up your brain, and your nails are dragging down his back. You know he approves of this by the way he moves his head back to suck and bite on your nipples.

You have another mini-orgasm, and somehow Jason is still going at it, his dick is still hard and piercing through your poor pussy.

You don't know how much time passes, but one moment you're on your back being thrusted into, and Jason is pulling you in his arms as he spears upwards into you, his hands guiding your hips to slam down on his cock.

Tears freely stream down your face, and Jason licks them off, his cock bullying you into losing any thought besides the feeling of pleasure.

The last orgasm has you seeing stars, and your nails almost rip a chunk out of Jason as he finally stutters and cums after you, placing you back down on the bed, his large frame collapsing on you.

His dick slips out, your pussy spasming from the overstimulation, and your legs shake, your hands balling and unballing the sheets under you.

Jason asks you a question, but you can't even think, let alone answer.

He gently cleans you off, wiping off the sweat from your body and rubbing you down gently as you pulls you into his arms, rubbing his hand down your spine.

You relax, curling into him exhausted.

"W....welcome home." you manage to say, and Jason laughs, kissing your temple.

You don't even have it in you to be mad.

[justawriterofstuff]

You lost the bet, Todd

(MDNI; this is late for Halloween as I got shit-faced yesterday and passed out. I was a butterfly by the way. Anyways, please enjoy, AND DON'T FORGET TO REBLOG FOR SUPPORT. I'VE BLOCKED OVER FIFTY BLOGS THAT HAVE ONLY SPAMMED LIKED MY STORIES.)

"You know the rules Todd; a bet is a bet." you called out to him while he was in the restroom, clad in your cute bunny outfit.

It's Halloween night, almost nearing close to midnight, and you're laying in the middle of your bed, waiting for your sexy-ass boyfriend Jason Todd to stop hiding out in the shower so he can fulfill the loser part of the bet.

It'd been simple really; the bet had been to whoever could convince Damian to wear Dick's Discowing suit for trick-or-treating.

Jason had bribed, pleaded, and demanded for Damian to do it which didn't work at all.

All you had to do was tell Damian that if he wore that suit, Grayson would be very happy.

And it had worked.

Grayson had smiled the entire time he took Damian trick-or-treating.

Jason had been livid, mostly because he hated to lose, but had bowed before you the way a knight does to their king.

"What are your demands, my lady?" he had asked.

Fast forward to now, and here you were bouncing on the bed, impatiently waiting for Jason to step out of the bathroom.

As if reading your mind, the door opened, and Jason stepped out, a towel wrapped around his hips as he had been showering.

His broad shoulders and chest gleamed with how clean he was, the scars on his body mapping his form out.

But that wasn't where your gaze was going.

Your gaze went up to the helmet that he wore.

It was the Arkham Knight helmet, the metal of it shining softly. The helmet made Jason look so menacing, and it was kind of intimidating.

"What's wrong sweetheart? You looked scared." He said, his voice modulator making him sound distorted and deep.

That was fucking hot.

Your thighs pressed against each other as you saw him take a step closer to you, your heart beat going fast. A faint blush began to spread across your face as Jason traced your face.

"Aw, what's the matter? You scared? Shy?" he teased, the voice modulator doing things to your body.

You shook your head, trying to look away, but Jason's hand shot out and grabbed your jaw in a tight grip, forcing you to look at him.

"Look at me, Y/N. Look at me while I fuck your sweet sweet pussy." he said, your eyes widening.

Holy fu-

He has you on your back, tearing the bottom of your costume, his fingers diving into your slick cunt.

A noise that you've never made before comes out of your mouth as Jason relentlessly fingers your pussy. Your walls tighten around his finger, and he adds another one, his free hand pulling down the bodice of your costume leaving your chest bare.

His calloused fingers rub and pinch at your breasts, making them red with the force of his fingers.

And the bastard was still fucking the life out of your pussy with his fingers, his reach going far deeper to press against the inner sponge of your core.

At this point, you're trying to scramble away from him. He's made you have three small orgasms, and he hasn't even started fucking you just yet.

"Don't fucking run away from me, ma," he said, his modulator making him sound eviler. "I haven't had the chance to take care of my own problem."

At that moment, he dropped his towel, his cock springing up in it's nine inches of full glory. Girthy, and already covered in pre-cum, the heartbeat between your legs went faster.

"That's my beautiful slut." Jason praised, parting your thighs as he pressed a button for the helmet to open.

The helmet's mouthpiece comes off, and he devours your pussy, making your thighs lock around his head.

This encourages Jason to delve deeper, his tongue lapping against your folds, sucking on your swollen clit.

"Too...much...toomuch...toomu-" you don't even get the chance to finish your sentence, your orgasm ripping through you as your body arches off the bed, legs shaking.

Jason licks you clean, easily breaking your hold on his head with your thighs. He grins, pushing the button to make the helmet close as he climbs up over you, his hips parting your legs.

"W... wait, just a little breather..." you stutter out, but Jason's attention diverts to your breasts as he rubs you down.

"No rest, ma." he says, his voice modulator making goosebumps run up and down your body.

And his dick spears into your aching cunt, making you almost see stars as you try to hold on to something solid.

His arms press on your shoulders as he stills for a bit, muttering something in Spanish.

"Jesus, ma, you're clenching me so fucking tight." he says, sounding breathless.

And his thrusts are slow and deep, pushing your whole body up into the mattress, your hands on his muscled back, digging into his skin, and making him groan.

God, that voice modulator was going to be the death of you.

Your walls clamp down on his base, trying to milk his girthy cock, Jason bracing himself as he willed himself not to cum. It was a silent battle of wills, but he wanted to have more fun with you, flipping you on your stomach as his hands smacked and groped your ass.

"Feels like heaven, ma. Yet you're a damn sinner, being such a slut for my cock." he says, and you're too blissed out to even warrant a comeback.

Then he plunges back into you, one hand holding on to the side of your hip, the other braced on the headboard as he goes back to thrusting into you in his deep, and torturous movements.

You're crying at this point, the moans escaping from your mouth loud, and very explicit, being thankful that you and Jason decided to move into a house together.

And Jason grunts as he finally cums, your own orgasm following suit, his grip on you loosening as he collapses next to you, the helmet on the side of the bed.

You can't even move back to face him, your legs burning, hips shaking, and skin sweating. Jason wraps an arm around your waist as he pulls you into a cuddle, his hand rubbing your sensitive skin.

After a bit, when your head comes back into focus, you turn to look at Jason, his face flushed yet smug.

"Holy...shit." you croak, and Jason laughs, kissing your cheek as he pulls you against him, his large hand rubbing your back gently.

After a bit, exhaustion settles on your bones, and your head leans on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

Jason kisses the top of your head softly, his own exhaustion making his movements slow and lethargic.

You both fall asleep in the comfort of each other's arms, feeling very much complete, and whole.

[justawriterofstuff]

Happy birthday to Jason

(A/N: MDNI; TW for breast play, nipple play, praise kink, edging, rough sex, and very sexual content.)

"Ngh...shit...oh god..." Jason groaned, as he was splayed out on your lap, the both of ya'll on the bed.

It was an amazing sight; the hulking mass of Jason rendered helpless in your arms, your arm wrapped around his thick torso, your other hand stroking his thick cock.

"Remember your safe word, Jay." you reminded him, but he shook his head.

"N-no. Feels too good..." he trailed off, and when you felt his cock twitch, getting ready to come, you stopped altogether.

He let out a whine of frustration as you denied him release.

"Seriously...again?" he choked out, trying to gather his bearings.

"Don't complain baby, or I'll make it even worse for you." You replied, kissing his cheek, salt on your lips as frustrated tears went down his face.

After about twenty more minutes of that, you finally let him release, his body jerking upwards, muscles strained as he lets out a gasp, and groan.

His hands clutch at the sheets underneath him, and your hand is covered with his thick, hot seed.

Cleaning him off, you rub down his shivering and aching limbs, his eyes fluttering closed as he relaxes.

"Is that all you had the stamina for today, Jay?" you asked, smoothing out his hair from his face.

His eyes opened instantly at that, the darkest shade of green boring into yours.

"No, I want to do it all. Just...let me catch my breath." he replied, and you nod, tracing his autopsy scars gently.

It'd been six months before he re-entered your life from coming back from the dead, six months of him running around as a powerful drug lord known as The Arkham Knight that destroyed several drug rings.

And then he had sought you out.

You'd mourn him for the past six years, and now, just like that, he was back in your life, making you feel like you were fourteen again, and helping him stop crime.

And now here you were, celebrating his birthday by giving him the full sexual experience, since he'd been so busy being used as a soldier, and then trying to seek revenge on Bruce before he found you. You'd already jerked him off for about an hour or two (with breaks of course), and Jason had been adamant about trying out all the positions.

The next one he wanted to do with you?

Sixty-nine, of course.

Jason took a deep breath in as his gaze landed on yours. There was heat, hunger, and love in his gaze, and you smiled at him.

"I'm ready." he said softly, and you laid him on his back, wiping off the sweat from his body. You undressed as he watched, his cock springing back to life.

The motherfucker was huge. And he knew it.

Once fully undressed, you kissed him messily, tracing the planes of his chest, and then stomach. His breathing had gone rough, and it was one of the things you loved most about him.

He went feral when you touched him.

"Ready?" you asked him, and he nods as you saddle him reverse cowgirl, except scooted up to his face. His hands cupped your ass, a soft sound escaping him as he groped you a little.

"Whoa..." he whispered, and you felt a thrill of pride at yourself.

Carefully, you lowered yourself on his face, and then you went down on his straining erection.

You licked the base, coating it generously with saliva, and stroking it, his hips jerking a bit. He's still so sensitive, and you feel his tongue shyly lap at your cunt, the sensation making you moan a little.

"You're doing such a good job, baby." you praise him, and that really pushes him to continue on, his tongue accidentally brushing against your clit.

You suck in a breath, and shudder, Jason noticing your reaction, he sucks on your clit, causing you to jolt.

"Oh...fuck..." you curse, and he eagerly continues, making you take his cock in eagerly, as you suck on him

Jason moans into your pussy, his grip on your ass tightening, as he continues on licking your cunt, and you're just as busy sucking his cock.

Jason won't admit it, but he came first, yours following soon after. As you slid off of him, and collapsed on the bed next to him, his breathing erratic, you watch him with a smug expression.

"Give me another ten minutes." he says, and you nod, rubbing his chest up and down.

Ten minutes later...

You're on your back as Jason is over your naked body, his lips kissing yours lazily. One of his hands cups your breasts, his fingers rubbing your nipple.

He's curious about you, his hands roaming all over your body, his calloused palms making goosebumps run up and down your body.

It's so fucking hot, and your core is pulsing with need.

"Guide me?" he asks, and you nod, cupping his condom-covered cock into your entrance.

You're not a virgin anymore but holy fuck does he stretch you out. He's panting, his muscles straining as he grasps your hips, entering inch by inch into you.

"Oh...fuck..." you gasp out.

"God...you feel so good." he said in between clenched teeth.

"Whenever you're ready, let loose-"

You don't even finish the sentence before he's slamming into you, his hands on your hips gripping you so tight.

You're letting out noises, his eyes on your face, and your bouncing breasts. That seems to encourage him to go into you even harder, his face leaning down and biting your nipple, biting your breasts.

"Oh...shit...God...yes Jason." you cry out, and all of a sudden, he's picking you up, thighs being held sturdy by his grasp, and he's spearing into you, your hands clutching on to his back for dear life.

"Oh God, Y/N, your pussy wraps around my dick so good." he groans out, and he's moving faster and rougher, and you clasp a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans, but some still slip out.

Jason doesn't last long before again he comes, but as he slips it out, he switches out the condom instead.

"I didn't make you come." he says, and he lies you on your stomach, arching your hips back up.

You say a quick prayer as he goes back to ravishing you.

It shouldn't last long, right?

Three hours later...

You're limp on the bed, Jason laying next to you. So many positions you got to show him, and then he really showed you how far his stamina went.

A sheen of sweat covers the both of your bodies, and Jason looks over at you.

"Did I hurt you? I didn't right?" he asks, and you turn to him, dazed.

"I know I have some experience, but not that much." you reply, and he pulls you closer into a cuddle. "You know you still have presents to open, right?" you ask him.

"I literally don't want to leave this bed. I have no more in me to stay upright." he replies, and you feel smug as well.

Just as much as you're tired out, so is he.

"Happy birthday Jason." you tell him, as you kiss his temple just before he passes out.

[justawriterofstuff]

First Time

MDNI (Felt too burnt-out to finish it but please enjoy either way, only if you're over the age of 18.)

"You're taking me so well, princess. Your greedy pussy is taking both of my fingers so well. What if I just add a third finger?" Jason whispers, as he has you on your back, one hand fingering you, his lips giving you lazy kisses on your jaw and the side of the neck.

His other arm is wrapped around your bare torso, touching and grabbing at your breasts, watching with lazy amusement as you roll your hips against his hand.

He's been fingering you to make sure you were nice and loose before you took in his thick cock; you'd seen it before, when he was walking around in briefs.

He saw the look on your face that time, and he hugged you from behind, the way your eyes would widen in both fear and interest.

"It's nothing to be scared of." he'd assured you each time, but then he didn't know that you hadn't had sex ever, and Jason was your first real boyfriend.

You and him have been dating for almost seven months, and living together for two, and though you knew the possibility of sex would come up eventually, you didn't think that it would actually come to life.

Now here you were, on your back with your top missing, and your panties and pj shorts discarded somewhere as Jason was between your thighs, your legs over his broad shoulders as he continued to tease and finger you.

And he was doing a good job of it. You were left a mewling mess after he made you come a third time, and this one almost made you see stars, he tongue lapping up your juices.

"Who knew my love was such a filthy slut?" he asked, his lips grazing the inner of your thighs, making you stutter out.

As you tried to gather your bearings, Jason stood up, admiring you, as he slid down his pants, his briefs outlining his third leg. Again, that same thrill and fear ran up and down your body, and Jason arched an eyebrow as he took off his boxers.

Massive. This man had the thickest and longest erection you'd ever seen. And instead of angling it in you, he was walking to the side of the bed, making you sit up in confusion.

"What are-" you tried to ask, but he held out his hand and you gave him yours.

And he has you stroking his cock, the head already starting to drip with pre-cum, the base twitching at your touch,

"I don't want you to be scared of it, love." he whispers, though he struggles a bit as you grasp it a bit tighter, seeing and rubbing a vein on the under of it.

And you like how he reacts to your touch, rubbing it a bit more thoroughly, his hands resting on the headboard over you.

[justawriterofstuff]

I had to share this with you @ivysangel

[justawriterofstuff]

Take it like a good lover

(MDNI, threesome, a little bit of degrading, oral play, spanking, nipple play, +18 material.)

"You can't be acting like a brat and think that there are no consequences." Jason grunted out, as he stuffed his cock in your cunt.

He held your hips in a tight grasp, slamming you down on his thick cock, your juices making an audible noise that would have made you embarrassed, had your focus not be on what was going on with your mouth.

Dick Grayson, Jason's older brother, was going to town on your mouth. His cock slid in and out of you, making you take him deep in your throat before pulling out and starting the process all over again.

You were being overstimulated from both ends, Jason slapping your ass, and Dick rubbing and pinching your nipples.

It was both too much, and not enough, your hands holding on to Dick's hips for balance, but at the same time, Jason tugging at your hips to get you closer to his cock.

And all through this happening, you couldn't form a single coherent thought, just going through the motions of satisfying and being satisfied, until one of ya'll caved in.

It was Dick who started to go in first, his hips starting to twitch and lag in rhythm before he began to quicken his pace, desperate for his relief.

You could feel the tears burn your eyes as you almost choked on his cock, going deeper than he had before, before jerking a bit and releasing on your breasts instead of your mouth, his face winded as sweat dripped down his naked body.

"Such a good girl." he breathed, paying attention to your breasts as Jason hammered on in your pussy, his hands tightening on the flesh of your ass.

Since your mouth was now freed, you could be more vocal, moaning and groaning, Jason encouraging you to make more noise, before he too started to speed up, slamming more into you, the sounds of your love juices sounding out, skin on skin clapping together.

You were next to cave in, your orgasm so intense, you would have jerked forward had Dick not been leaning over you and sucking on your nipples, Jason pulling out and cumming on your lower stomach.

Exhausted, Jason and Dick carefully wiped you off, Jason slapping your ass, and telling you how good you had taken him and Dick.

Once done, they sandwiched you in the middle, and you tried to catch your breathing as they both fell asleep, you falling asleep last.

[justawriterofstuff]

Jason: Man, I'm so tired.

Y/N: Then go to bed.

Jason: Sit on my face.

Y/N: ...what?

[justawriterofstuff]

Princess treatment

Either Jason receiving or giving

Oooo! Thank you kindly nonnie!

Jason giving princess treatment:

When Jason realized that he could put his full love and trust in you, suddenly the relationship got more real and way more intense.

He'd carry whatever you had in your hands, whether it be your purse, bag, etc... and not care that a hulking man like him was carrying a soft pink purse with you at the mall, grocery store, or just anywhere.

And another thing, Jason won't tell you this but he usually puts things from out of your reach.

You want to make pancakes but the mix is too high on the shelf? Jason to the rescue, reaching up for it and then saying that it's okay ma, I'll make pancakes for the both of us, you know I eat too many.

You want to wear your favorite sun hat to the beach but for some reason you threw it too high in the closer?

Jason to save the day, easily grabbing it, and then even offering his services of slathering your body down with sunscreen even though you're both still in the house.

And he's so thorough that when you both are done, that it's way too late to go to the beach.

But the princess treatment extends to when you both are intimate.

He loves praising you and though Jason prefers to top you, he thinks it's hot how your ride him, his large hands on your hips to help speed you up or slow down.

He touches you, and kisses you, and bites you all over, like your hips and your thighs.

And when it's time to sleep, he'll cuddle you so close, and play with your hair as you both fall asleep, whispering how much he loves and adores you, even when your eyes flutter shut.

Jason accepting princess treatment:

It's awkward at first. Because what do you mean you want to spend time with him?

And you want to buy books and keep track of his favorite authors so you can treat him to a book signing with them?

Oh? You actually like being around him? Even if it's doing nothing and cuddling or just watching TV next to each other?

Jason at first is a chatterbox. He talks your ear off, mostly because he doesn't like the quiet. Quiet= angry silence (in his mind anyway), so he fills up the silence, talking about everything from patrol to his brother's to anything else he can think of.

And you think it's cute, listening to him intently.

When Jason finally realizes that the silence you and him have is just comfortable silence, he relaxes a bit, doesn't ask you (as much) if you're upset with him.

Jason doesn't understand what he did to get you ("You simply exist." You answer him each time and that always shocks him into silence.), but he sure as hell isn't ever letting you go.

[justawriterofstuff]

A silly little spell

(A/N: I have no regrets writing this. I only ask that minors do NOT read this. This is content made for a mature audience. I’ve been wondering how I was going to type this out but I’ll wing it as I go. Please enjoy ONLY IF YOU’RE 18 AND UP. MDNI!!!Reblogs to support my writing.)

(TW; Tentacles, penetration, oral play, breast play, female!reader, suction cups, sexual touching, degrading)

If you were to tell Jason that he was going to be turned into an octopus monster by a random god by the name of Circe, he’d tell you you’re crazy.

    But that’s exactly what happened, and now he’s been avoiding everyone and anyone to figure out how to fix himself. He tried tracking down Circe but even at night he can’t avoid civilians who panic and scream at the sight of him.

    He’s been off grid to BatFam, but it’s you that he has the hardest time being away from.

    Three weeks have passed since he last saw you, and Jason is getting restless. He misses touching you, holding you, and hearing you laugh. Now he knows how Killer Croc feels because no way does Jason want to be out in the public eye.

     Jason’s skin for one has turned into an angry pink, blemished with scales. His tentacles grow from the middle of his back and can reach any distance from him.

     And he must be in the water almost all the time.

    So where is he? In the lagoon on the outskirts of Gotham.

    It’s surprisingly one of the cleanest spots in Gotham. He swims for long periods of time, only coming up to his makeshift home to rest and eat. And even then, he can’t do that for too long, lest he dries out and itches.

     Jason thought he could make them dry off, and the tentacles would fall off him but then he was itchy and miserable, so now he must swim in the lagoon near Gotham.

      He can’t even go out and patrol.

      One night, as he’s swimming and trying to think of other places Circe disappeared off to, he hears someone approaching way too close to where he is. Ducking under the docks, he peeks when he sees the shadow of a person.

       The smog density isn’t as strong as in central Gotham, and Jason can properly see who it is.

       His heart drops down to his stomach as he sees you.

       “Fuck…” he mutters, panic making his tentacles move restlessly under the water.

         You step along the dock, goggles on your face.

         Fuckfuckfuck…

         Those are night vision goggles.

         Jason is about to dive as deep as he can when he hears you click on your comm.

        “Oracle, are you sure the report of the creature was spotted here? All I’m seeing it murky water.” You said, and for a moment, Jason is stunned to the sound of your voice.

          How long had it been since he’d seen you.

          As you nodded, and switched off from the comm, you pressed a button on your watch and a mouthpiece was formed from your helmet.

         You were going to dive down in the waters…

         “Wait!” Jason called out, getting in your line of sight. Surprise froze you, and you pushed a button on the side of your helmet.

           “Jason? This is where you’ve been the entire time?” you asked, hands on your hips as you stared down at him.

            “I…I had a good reason.” Jason replied, not wanting to step out of the waters so you could see.

            “What reason could that be? Are you hiding that tentacle creature that’s been scaring civilians?” you ask, confusion in your tone.

               No wonder you’d come out here then; you’d probably been sent out on a mission by Batman to find the creature that was wandering around Gotham.

              “No.” Jason whispered, his heart beating out of his chest.

               “Then why-“ she stops as gradually, Jason steps up from the waters, his tentacles flexing and shaking under your gaze.

                 When you take a step back, his heart breaks. But for some reason, you don’t run.

                “Who did this to you?” you ask instead, slipping the helmet off your head.

                 “Circe. She made me into this and now…I’ve been trying to track her done to undo this. She said a riddle that would break the spell, but I’m not like Bruce who would figure this out, or like Tim.” Jason replied, using his tentacles to climb up on to the docks.

                   “I thought you would have your legs, but that’s all tentacle too.” You murmur. “So, what’s the riddle?”

                    “Oh! Um, it goes like:

                    It equates to you, not me.

                  The person that can set you free.

                 Not father, not mother

               Nor sister or brother.

              The person that set can set you free

             Has said the numbers one, four, and three.” Jason finished, and for a moment, you look so confused and lost, his heart almost shatters.

              “And you remember it word for word?” you ask, and he nods, his tentacles brushing against your ankles. It feels weird, cold yet smooth.

               ��Yes, and I’ve spent most of my time looking for Circe so I can strangle the answer-what are you doing?” Jason asks, as you trace one of his tentacles.

                “Not father, or mother, or sister, or brother…” you murmur, trying to piece the answer together. Again, you hold on to one of his tentacles, squeezing it a little as you think.

                 Jason’s not sure what to do. He has control of his tentacles of course, but it’s been a while since he’s seen you, and you’re wearing his favorite suit.

                 “I got it! It’s lover! Not sister nor mother, nor father or brother. It has to be someone outside of your family, which is lover!” you say so excited that your hold on his tentacle tightens.

                 Jason winces, a flush spreading down his face. He’s happy that part of the riddle was solved but apparently the tentacle you’re squeezing-

                “But what about the numbers one, four, and three?” you ask, dropping hold of him entirely. You pace, and Jason watches, trying not to touch you with his tentacles.

                 You sigh as you grab your phone from your back pocket, keying something in. Surprise colors your face, and you look up to Jason.

                “It’s not lover because of the person not being claimed as your family. It’s lover because the person should have said I love you in a romantic relationship.” You replied, and Jason blushes heavily.

                 “Why are you being shy about it now?” you ask.

                 “Because literally look at me.” He replies, and you do look at him, taking in the scaly pink skin of his, the tentacles that are crowded around him, moving and pulsing with life.

                  It’s kinda freaky but it doesn’t bother you.

                 “Jason, I’d be happy to kiss you.” You replied, making him blush even more.

To be continued [if enough reblogs are accounted for]…                 

[justawriterofstuff]

I don't want to lose you

(A/N: Trigger warning for slight abuse, hair loss, sexual content, angst, and so yeah, MDNI)

There's a slight bald patch on the right side of your hair. Your fingers brush over it, feeling the strange lack of hair, and you sigh.

The stinging went away at least, but your nerves are frazzled.

After all, it was Jason Todd, your boyfriend of a year and a half that pulled it out.

You weren't expecting it, doing some chores around the shared apartment you had with Jason over a week ago. You were cooking dinner when he came in through the front door, slamming it open.

That should have been your first warning, but you had gotten a little tipsy on the wine, and thought everything was louder than it usually was.

In your tipsy stupor, you greeted Jason, not noticing that he looked roughed up from patrol, his gear in shreds on him, his mask missing bits and pieces.

This was your second warning, but you'd gotten use to Jason coming back from patrol a little worse for wear now and then.

It was when you tried to hug him that Jason flipped out, his large hands grasping the side of your head where your hair was loose and yanking it with full force. Him doing that made you stumble back on the couch, a huge chunk of your hair in his fist.

Your scalp stung, and for the first time, fear entered your system.

You raised your hands up in case he tried to swing on you, but you heard a man cry out first.

Looking back up, you saw Nightwing forcing Jason back, Timothy following after.

Damian, the youngest brother, slipped in, and guided you out of the apartment, wincing at the sight of your hair.

"W...what happened?" you asked, looking back. Nightwing, and Tim were busy hoisting Jason out of the apartment, a girl in dark blue cloak, almost purple, opening a portal for them.

"Jason got into a fight with my father, and I think he brainwashed Jason. Jason was panicking and trying to get back to his senses but it's not that easy. We're hoping that Raven, a fellow member of the Teen Titans, can undo it." Damian explained, getting in the elevator, and motioning for you to follow him.

"But since Jason's gone, I should be able to go back until he returns-" you tried to say, but Damian shook his head, still clad in his Robin suit.

"That's a bad idea. Jason could escape and come back here in a state that's not his own. We're relocating you to a safehouse that only I, Tim, and Grayson are aware of. Please, this is just for your safety." Damian replied, and you looked back at your home, before nodding and following after him.

Present day...

So here you were, in a town over of Gotham, staying in a one-story house that was quant and cute but not home.

You weren't sure how long you were going to stay here, using two weeks of vacation in case the process took longer.

Dick and Tim, and Damian had stopped updating you after the fourth day. They just made sure groceries were delivered almost every day, and your car "mysteriously" filled with gas.

One morning, you were lying in bed, thinking of what to do for the day, when a gentle knock on the bedroom door caught your attention.

Strange. You hadn't invited anyone over.

It could be the cleaning crew.

As you opened the door, you froze.

"Jason..." you breathed.

[justawriterofstuff]

I want him but Jason has never felt the touch of a woman part 2

Jason is avoiding you.

    Not completely, you still go on dates, and he brings you back home, and kisses you good night.

    But he doesn’t dare enter your house probably in fear of what happened last time.

    And don’t get it wrong, you try. You try by wearing such daring clothes that accentuate your assets, your lovely body that has made Jason do a double-take or wearing his favorite scented perfume.

     But he either doesn’t understand what you’re doing or has a strong iron will.

     Either way, you hate it.

     One time, he suggests that you go on a gym date, and you agree, dressing in your favorite hoodie and running shorts with black tennis shoes. You wait for him to pick you up and answer the door as he stands in his working out clothes.

       God is so cruel, you think to yourself as you see his hair mussed up, the white bangs sticking up, and a black long sleeved compression shirt under his red hoodie with the sleeves ripped off. He wears gray sweatpants (don’t you dare ogle in THAT area!), and his bright red and black running shoes.

      “You ready?” he asks, scanning you over.

     “Um…actually, I felt like a cramp in my calf, and was wondering if you would help me stretch out my legs in my bedroom before we leave.” You stutter out, Jason nodding in concern.

      “Of course I can, I don’t want you getting hurt before you can even work out.” Jason assured.

       You feel a thrill go through you as you take him into your bedroom, letting him step in first. He looks around your room, and you turn to him, ogling him a bit.

        He’s just so fucking hot.

      And in those gray sweatpants, you can tell with that you’re working with.

      “Okay, so get on the bed.” Jason orders, and you feel your body tingle before getting on the bed as rubs down your legs.

         Was he always this warm? You’re not sure as you can’t really remember the last time he held your hand. Probably like a week or two ago when Damian had showed up at your apartment requiring Jason’s assistance for help.

         His large hands rub down your legs, and then he gestures for you to lie on your stomach which you do, his thumbs rubbing the back of your calves.

          This surprises you, and even though you want this moment to be the moment…you burst out laughing.

           “Ticklish?” Jason asks, and you shake your head as he continues to rub down the back of your calves, more laughs coming out of you.

    It feels good but it also tickles, and it’s also ruining the way you wanted things to go.

    You sit up then, making Jason pause, his face confused.

    “What’s wrong?” he asks, looking you over.

     “I just…well…” you rack your brain on how you think you should ask him this question, your teeth biting the inner of your cheek. Jason looks perplexed, trying to figure out what’s going on in your mind.

      “Do you not find me attractive enough to have sex with?” you blurt out finally, Jason’s face going crimson. “What?”

        “Look…I like you. I really like you. But…” you wait for him to continue, your heart beating at a faster pace. “I’ve never really…gotten attention like that from someone. Especially from a girl I like.” He admits.

          You must put a pause to whatever else you were going to say as you stare at Jason, like really stare at him, his physique, his eyes.

           “…I can’t tell if you’re fucking with me or not.” You finally admit, and Jason sighs.

            “When I was reborn or whatever, I tried to make my whole existence about killing the clown and getting my revenge on Batman. And though it took about six months for me to stop being the Arkham Knight, I was still adjusting to being alive once more. I didn’t even interact with girls outside of my family until…well until I met you.” He admits, and your heart warms.

             It dawns on you now though that you rushed Jason, and you run a hand through your hair.

            “You weren’t ready, and I scared you.” You say out loud, and Jason places his large hands on your shoulders, and you fight off a shiver.

               Oh god, I’m going to hell. He’s admitting to me that he’s never felt the touch of a woman, and I’m over here hoping he’ll take my clothes off. * you think to yourself.

                “…it’s me. I really like you but like I said, I’m not ready for physical intimacy. I hope that doesn’t make you- “

                 You throw your arms around him, relief pooling through your body.

                 “It’s perfectly fine, Jason. It’s okay that you’re not ready nor if you think you’ll ever be ready. I’m here for you, okay?” you say, and his breath hitches before he’s crushing you into a hug, and though it feels good, you can’t really breathe. “J…. Jason…can’t…breathe…”

                  “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” he says, as he let’s go, and checks you over. “You okay?”

                  “Yeah. I’m good.” You let out a small laugh, taking in deep breaths. “Why don’t we skip the gym session and watch a movie together? We can cuddle and eat together.” You suggest, and Jason ponders it for a bit before he nods.

                    “That actually sounds nice. Let me text Damian and tell him the plan is off.” Jason says, as he pulls out his phone from his back pocket and starts texting his younger brother.

       “Oh, Damian was going to work out with us?” you ask, turning on your TV.

        “I hate lying to you, so no. He was going to come back here with another excuse in case you know…things were going to happen.” He coughed, as if to clear his throat, the tips of his ears giving him away.

        “Do I scare you that bad?!” you ask, though both amused, concerned being the main emotion that overtakes you.

         “No, I just got overwhelmed that one time when we were kissing and you touched my stomach, and-“Jason rushed to explain, and you sighed.

          “Jay, I’m sorry for making you so uncomfortable. That’s why we need to communicate so we’re both on the same page.” You explained.

          “I didn’t want you to think I was some loser.” Jason replied, and you looked at him like he was crazy.

          “Come here you big dummy.”  You tell him as you encase him in hugs and cuddles.