#stephjay
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
f-o-x-t-r-o-t · 6 days ago
Text
Jay and Steph are catboy x doggirl coded
28 notes · View notes
undertheredhood · 1 year ago
Text
quick question (and i’m not hating btw, i’m just curious) if jaysteph is a bad ship because jason is shipped with his brother’s ex then wouldn’t stephcass be the same because cass is also shipped with her brother’s ex?
117 notes · View notes
ladytauria · 1 year ago
Note
“I’m going to ask you how you are and I would like you to answer me honestly.” chose your ship >:)
i went with jaysteph, 'cause i haven't written for them yet & they've been on my mind lately <3
i hope i wrote steph okay; i'm still feeling out her characterization ^^;
Tumblr media
“So,” Steph says, perching on the arm of the couch like there aren’t two open seats right there in front of her. “Here’s how this is gonna work. I’m gonna ask you how you are, and you’re gonna answer me honestly.”
Jason crosses his arms. “You boss Tim around like this too?”
“Sure do,” she says breezily. “You’ve seen me do it.”
Jason purses his mouth. He isn’t pouting—though the look Steph gives him insinuates she feels otherwise. His arms twitch. He barely stops himself from crossing them over his chest, or slumping back into the couch. All of which would only further her—mistaken—impression.
When he doesn’t say anything else, Steph says, “So… Jason. How are you?”
“Peachy,” he bites.
Steph crosses her wrists and mimics the sound of an incorrect buzzer. “Nuh-uh, buddy, try again.”
“Oh my god,” Jason says. His head falls back against the couch.
“Look, I know emotional constipation is like—our whole thing, but… a little honesty here isn’t going to kill you,” Steph says. “I mean— Do you want me to bring up the B-word? ‘Cause I’ll do it, if it means we can bypass all… this.” She gestures vaguely.
Jason grimaces at the ceiling. “Please tell me the B-word is breakfast. As in, you want breakfast for dinner and will let this go if I agree to make you waffles.”
She doesn’t even dignify that with an answer. Which—yeah. Fair. If Steph wants waffles for dinner, Steph gets waffles for dinner, no bribery required. He’s easy like that. (It’s that thousand-watt smile—the way it leaves him weak at the knees, stomach fluttering. All that romance novel shit he never thought he’d actually have.)
Jason sighs, throwing an arm over his face. He loves that she cares. Really—he does. But he still hates talking about it. Like—okay. Some of it is easy. He can talk about how pissed he is that the Joker is still alive any day of the week. But when you get down to the other shit, the personal shit…
It’s harder. The words stick in his throat, like he’s swallowed a big glob of peanut butter, or like he’s got the worst flu of his life.
But Steph is asking—and. He’s trying to be honest with her. Even about the shit he doesn’t want to talk about.
Also, she’s serious about bringing up Bruce. So. There’s that.
 “How am I?” he repeats, as he picks through the snarled up briar patch growing in his chest. “I’m— not great.” Understatement. He feels like he’s unraveling at the seams, lately. Like, if he isn’t careful, eventually he’s going to unwind completely. “Everything has just been… a lot.” 
Steph slips off the arm of the couch; tucking herself up beside him. He can smell the honey of her body wash; the coconut of her shampoo. It’s nice. Almost as nice as the warmth of her, or the fingers that find his hair, toying gently with his curls.
“A lot?” she repeats, softer now.
“Yeah.” He drops his arm, twisting his torso so he’s curled toward her. He rests his hand on her hip, stroking it with his thumb over her shirt. “I don’t— I can’t point to one thing,” he says quietly. “It’s Bruce, a little bit.” It’s always Bruce, and often more than just ‘a little bit.’ “The city, too. Feels like—like nothing I’m doing, nothing we’re doing is helping. Changing anything. An’ I know that’s not true. I’ve seen the people we’ve helped. But— the bad shit just keeps happening, and. It just. Feels hopeless, sometimes. A lot of the time.” He pauses.
“An’... I’ve been thinking again. About all the stuff I missed out on. An’ I know it’s not too late for all of it, I know I can still— I can go to college. We can make an identity for me, somethin’ I can live in. But, I just. I think about balancing that with everything else, and it just— It’s a lot. I see you do it, and you— Baby, you do it amazingly, and— I want that too, but—”
Steph quiets him with a gentle finger to his mouth. She lays that hand on his chest, tracing the fading graphic on his tee. The other hand stays in his hair. “It is a lot,” she says quietly. “But it’s also nice, to have that break. That connection. Reminds you that all the shit we see isn’t everywhere. It might help.” Her mouth quirks, a little. “And as for B. I’ve hit him once. I’ll do it again, if it’ll make you feel better.”
Jason can’t help his grin. “Only if I can watch.”
Steph winks. “I’ll be watching for opportunities,” she says. Her expression gentles again; and she’s looking at him with an expression so fond that it makes mouth dry up, his eyes sting. “Until then— What do you say we take the night off, yeah? Turn the living room into a blanket fort, order pizza, and watch all those movies we’ve been wanting to see.”
“That—” He has to cut himself off; swallow and start again, when his mouth isn’t desert-dry. “That sounds great, babe.”
She kisses him, brief and fleeting. “Of course it does. I have the best ideas. Now, get moving, Jaybabe. You start on the supports, I’ll call the pizza place. The usual?”
“Yeah,” he agrees, rising to his feet.
He doesn’t know how he got so lucky, but he’s not about to question it. He’ll just have to make sure he never forgets.
76 notes · View notes
sreppub · 8 months ago
Note
ooh, what about jaykyle, jaysteph and stephcass for the ship meme?
HAHHA OKAY...
Jaykyle - doesn't make sense, could possibly compel me. Doesn't make sense because I have no fucking idea who kyle is or how he knows Jason. But I like lanterns generally. :)
Jaysteph - kinda makes sense, compels me. They were friends in the last comic i read! GENERALLY, not sure how they interact in canon lol but I like the dynamic they have in my head. <3 I like them as friends, fwb, romantic, whatever. I even like them as "yeah that's my ex-boyfriend's sort-of brother who is a crime lord, i guess? I don't fucking know or care".
Stephcass - kinda makes sense, compels me. Only going off fanon, I like the cute girl crush vibes :3
I think the first two are more novelty to me, I'm happy with the "bad boy with stupid soft heart x people who give him shit" trope. with stephcass - I like it on the surface, but it's so popular I kinda wanna know the real shit too. Cass and where she fits in the batfamily is honestly still a mystery to me!
This fucking mental image i have of steph picking up her date from the manor and bruce answers the door and she's picking up a different kid every time
23 notes · View notes
lazaruspiss · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
115 notes · View notes
skylarkblue · 9 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
Title: a life that's so demanding (i get so weak) Author: skylarkblue Fandom: Batman Pairing: Stephanie Brown/Jason Todd Rating: G Word Count: 5,000 Warnings: None
Summary: 
Steph's been struggling lately - and desperate for nobody else to know. So when Jason shows up with food and a foolproof plan for making her relax, she's not quite sure what to do.
Written for JaySteph Pop Up Valentine's Day 2024 hosted by the lovely @jaystephevents
Read on AO3 here!
20 notes · View notes
bruisedrednblue · 7 months ago
Text
steph fucking jason's face. her entire cock down jason's throat, holding him in place, past the point of needing air. when she finally lets him come up for air, she slaps her cock all over his face.
jason is panting, drool smeared all over his face, running down his chin. uncaring how messy he looks, he desperately moves his head to reach for her cock, to kiss it sweetly.
steph looks down to watch jason, who's completely fucked out, kissing her cock, worshipping it, eyes completely glaze over.
she doubts anything is going on inside his head in this very moment, besides the need to be filled.
even after she ravished him, he's still so needy.
the fact that she's the one doing this to him. the only one he trusts to be doing this, to see him like this.. her heart flutters at that thought.
but instead of being sweet, she pulls his hair, spits on his face, rubbing it around with her hand, and then slaps him some more, for good measure.
only when she's done she'll allowed herself to lean down to kiss him stupid.
14 notes · View notes
agent-flame · 1 year ago
Link
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman (Comics), Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010), Batgirl (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Stephanie Brown/Jason Todd Characters: Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown Additional Tags: JaySteph Weekend 2023, ride or die - Freeform Summary:
Day one of JaySteph Weekend 2023 is here! Prompt: Ride or Die
The Batfamily is gone. In a whirlwind of a year, each member fell. One by one. Each dying a hero, the others growing more reckless, until they too fell. It was a downward spiral that slowly consumed the city as it lost more and more hope… Gotham City now danced upon the precipice of anarchy. It was a city that demanded loyalty, and after that year, within its perilous embrace, only two of its fighters remained—Jason Todd and Stephanie Brown, the ones that died were now the only ones that survived.
@jaystephevents
12 notes · View notes
1dragon-mustard1 · 2 years ago
Text
I don't care what anyone says, stephjay if it becomes canon, whether platonic or romantic has a nice build up so far
26 notes · View notes
graytodd · 22 days ago
Text
@f-o-x-t-r-o-t ✨️
Bruce: “Has anybody here had any contact with Jason in the last five months?”
Steph, who has been exchanging rants about their favorite shows with him daily and is currenly typing a new one: “…No.”
13K notes · View notes
f-o-x-t-r-o-t · 1 year ago
Text
“...Such as Traffic Lights; Red Rover, Red Rover; Simon Says; and Other Childhood Games to Reflect Upon”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/48506062
Part 2 of And I love, I love, I love you
Anyone could see that Stephanie and Jason have gotten closer over the last few months. How close though is a secret kept under lock and key even from themselves. Too close to just be friends with benefits; too scared to take that final step of admittance. While the two of them figure out how they fall into the other's life, cogs naturally fall into place. ***  “Mommy’s gonna take good care of you, Baby boy.” “Re—Red.”
Relationship:
Stephanie Brown/Jason Todd
Characters:
Jason Todd
Stephanie Brown
Additional Tags:
Little Jason Todd - Freeform
caregiver Stephanie Brown
Non-Sexual Age Play
Age Regression/De-Aging
involuntary regression
Autistic Jason Todd
Autistic Stephanie Brown
(not super notable in this fic but it's important to me)
Jason Todd Has PTSD
Safeword Use
Self-Hatred
Light Oral Fixation
(non-sexual)
non-graphic mention of stillborn birth
non-graphic mention of premature birth
mentions of maggots
a third of this is based on that RHatO V1#0 panel of Catherine pregnant
it’s never brought up again
So...
Non-graphic mentions of rape
Implied/Referenced Drug Use
Implied/Referenced Underage Prostitution
Implied/Referenced Child Abuse
Internalized Victim Blaming
(not viewing rape as actually rape)
Discussing kink
discussing dynamics
7 notes · View notes
evangelin07 · 8 months ago
Text
No one:
Steph and Jay:
Tumblr media Tumblr media
123 notes · View notes
ladytauria · 11 months ago
Note
genuinely can't remember what ships i've sent you already but WHO CARES. “You’d sound so good begging for it.” for jaysteph wahooo
i love jaysteph so much <3
this... came out a little different from my usual, i think? i blame the song i was listening to at the time <3 (which is also where i took the title from, altho. there's another line in there i want to use at some point xD)
anyway!!
i hope you like this <3
>> AO3 <<
They’re kissing again.
It’s almost routine at this point. Whatever they’re doing—sparring, casework, studying, watching a movie, playing games—it’s never very long before they end up making out. Even when they’re apart, Jason finds himself thinking about her, and the next time he’ll get to see her again.
It’s—
They're not dating. Haven't really talked about anything yet, either, but there's something—
His nose is filled with the scent of her perfume—violets and vanilla. He tastes strawberry chapstick and grape soda. His hands are on her waist, her shirt rucking up beneath his palms. She’s got one hand in his curls, the other on his chest, palming his pec.
This time... she invited him to study in her bedroom. He thinks, maybe—
Her hand slips from his hair. He barely has time to mourn before she’s shoving him backwards. He bounces a little on the mattress—he hears one of the pillows fall to the floor as he takes a breath, quick and sharp. Steph grabs his wrists, pinning his hands on either side of his head as her knees bracket his hips.
Her hair falls to frame his face; the soft strands tickling his skin, making him shiver.
Jason’s tongue darts out; swiping over his bottom lip. She tracks it with dark eyes—he draws it back into his mouth, and Steph chases it, kissing him again.. Her tongue traces the seam of his lips; he opens to it, moaning when she pushes in, licking into him, over his tongue, his teeth, exploring every crevice of his mouth.
It’s—
Jason’s head spins, wrists flexing under her grip, his stomach jumping.
He can’t help but chase her when her tongue leaves his mouth. He feels Steph’s mouth twitch—she nips him. He shudders, gasping, and her teeth catch his lip, rolling it between them.
Jason whimpers.
Steph stills. When she pulls back, her eyes are dark and heavy-lidded, lashes kissing her cheeks. “That was hot,” she breathes against his mouth. “Do it again.”
He—
He’s whimpering again before he even thinks about it.
Steph groans. She grinds down on him, her grip tightening on his wrists. He hopes— Somewhere in his mind, he hopes she leaves bruises.
A whine leaves him—a shaky, stuttery thing. He feels hot, hot, hot; the room suddenly burning, blazing.
“Fuck,” Steph swears. She kisses him again, hard and brief, pulling away to whisper. “Shit, baby. I bet you’d sound so good begging for it.”
“Please.” He’d been— He’d been hoping, maybe, that tonight they’d do something more than just kiss.
Steph shudders. “Fuck— Jason,” she says, the same desperation and want he feels plain in her voice. In the way she says his name. “If— Tell me. Tell me if you don’t want this,” she says, searching his face.
“Steph,” he says. “Stephanie— I want it. I want you. Please.”
She shudders again, and then her mouth crashes against his again. She squeezes his wrists again, like a warning, so when her hands slip down his arms, he leaves them there. She pulls his shirt up, skimming her fingers over his skin. It makes him shudder, shake.
Steph swallows his gasp as she palms both pecs in his hands, cupping and squeezing them. She nips his lip again; pulls back just enough to whisper, “Nn— Such pretty tits, honey.” Her thumbs swipe over his nipples. He shudders, sparks making his fingers tingle.
“S-sensitive,” he tells her. She groans. She slips down his body. Her lips wrap around one of his pecs—nipple and flesh engulfed in soft, wet heat. He throws his head back, groaning, arching up into her.
Her teeth scrape over his nipple right as she rakes her nails down his sides.
“A-ah—” His answering gasp is high and breathy.
His boxers are wet—he’s, he thinks it might be spreading into his jeans. He wants—
“Please.” He raises his hips, voice full of need.
Steph pulls off of his chest with a pop, swollen lips shining with spit. She cups him through his clothes, squeezing—the pressure is— His hands curl into fists, a breathy keen in his throat.
“Look at you,” she breathes. “Falling apart for me.” 
There’s no room left for to blush; Jason’s face is already flushed and hot with desire. He whimpers instead, and she flashes a grin at him before popping open the button on his jeans one-handed. The zipper comes down easy, and he lifts his hips so she can work his jeans down. That takes both hands; Steph sitting back on his haunches to pull them down his thighs. His boxers follow, caught in the denim, and then his cock springs free between them.
Steph’s nails are painted a pale shade of lilac—she trails the tip of one finger down Jason’s cock. He jerks, whines, wanting more than just a ghost of a touch. Steph glances up at him. There’s only a thin sliver of blue in her eyes now; the black of her pupils has swallowed the rest of the color. He can see himself in her eyes, the mess he’s become under her attention.
It’s—
“Needy looks good on you,” Steph tells him, right before she claims his mouth again; her fist wrapping around the base of his cock. His arms twitch—aching to grab her, pull her close. But he— He leaves them where she puts them, and— She smiles against his mouth, a silent approval that makes something in him quiver.
“Steph,” he says, against her lips. “Steph— I want. Can I— Let me see you. Please.”
Steph nips his lip, and then eases off of him. “Finish stripping,” she orders, while reaching for the hem of her own shirt.
Jason has never been so quick to follow an instruction before. He pulls his shirt off, tossing it in the vague direction of Steph’s closet. At his jeans—Jason pauses, snagging the condom he’d tucked away, just in case. He doesn’t look at Steph when he sets it on the nightstand.
Then he goes back to his jeans. It takes a little more to get them off, at least until he gets them off the thickest part of his thigh. After that, it’s nothing to kick them and his boxers to the floor.
His socks come off last.
Steph takes her top and jeans off first, leaving her in matching purple panties and bra. Jason’s fingers itch to take them off, but he keeps his hands to himself. Instead, he watches her as she reaches around behind herself, pushing her breasts together as she undoes the band. She shrugs her shoulders, the straps falling down her shoulders before she pulls it off and tosses it.
Then her thumbs hook in the panties, pulling them off first one leg, and then the other; leaving her as bare as he is.
She straddles him again—his hands go back to resting on either side of his head, palms up.
Steph smiles approvingly. “Good,” she praises softly, skimming a nail down the line of his throat. Jason shivers, a breathy noise escaping him. It’s just as much from the slight scratch of it as it is the gentle praise.
She settles down onto his thighs—he can feel the dewy heat of her. He— He wants.
“Steph,” he says, pleads. “I want— Can I taste you? Please?”
Her eyes widen, mouth parting briefly in surprise. Then she smiles; sunny and pleased. “With those manners? Hell yeah, baby.” She goes to slide off of him. His hands jerk, rising a few inches before he remembers himself. Then he shakes his head.
“I— Sit on my face,” he blurts.
Steph stills again. She— She hesitates at that. “Are you sure, honey?”
“Yes,” he says. “Yes, I’m sure.”
Her eyes flicker over his face. Whatever she sees there seems to settle her, because rather than climb off of him, she climbs up him. “You can use your hands,” she says, as her thighs bracket his head.
Her scent—
It makes Jason’s mouth water. Thick, musky, a little sharp. Her folds glisten; her clit already poking out of its hood. He wraps his hands around her thighs—they’re soft under his hands, but he can feel the cords of muscle under the fat. The power hidden below the softness. He pulls her down, licking a hot line between her outer lips; moaning as the taste of her blooms on his tongue.
She groans, hips rocking a little.
Jason licks again—and again, before bringing his thumbs around to spread her open, allowing him to lick deeper. He runs the flat of his tongue over her twitching, fluttering hole and all the way up to the underside of her clit.
“A-ah— Jason—”
He swipes his tongue over her clit again before circling her hole a few times and probing inside. The muscles flutter and clench around it; Steph gasps, high and pretty, rocking down against him, smearing her wetness against his face.
Jason pumps his tongue in and out a few times, and then goes back to licking over her lips. He traces letters—feels her thighs clench and quiver around him, and then—
Steph laughs breathily. “Your name?”
Jason doesn’t grin, but the corners of his eyes crinkle when he looks up at her. Y-E-S, he spells.
Steph laughs again. One of her hands tangles in his hair—the other is still braced against the wall. “Do it again,” she demands—
Jason does. Steph’s hips work, rotating in slow circles over his mouth. Steph is vocal above him—every sound she makes spurs Jason further. When he finishes the N, he noses his way back up to her clit, wrapping his lips around it. He’s gentle—circling it with his tongue, gauging her sensitivity.
Then—he sucks.
Steph shouts, thighs clamping tight around his head, grinding down onto his face. He encourages it, pulls her down harder, until she’s fucking his face. Slick rolls down his chin, his neck; she’s making an utter mess of him, and he loves it, moaning into her.
Jason lets go of her clit, going back to her lips and hole—switching between them all until, finally, Steph’s hand tightens painfully in his hair, hand smacking on the wall, her whole body shaking as she comes.
He licks her through it, until she’s easing off of him, her chest heaving as she pants. She glistens with sweat, her skin pink and flushed. She grabs his face in her hands, pulling him up onto his elbows so she can kiss him hard and fierce, seemingly uncaring of her slick smeared all over him.
When she pulls back, a thread of spit connects them. She sweeps her thumbs over his cheeks. “Think you can be still while I ride you?”
Jason moans, high and needy. “Yes.”
She flashes a smile at him. “Good,” she purrs. “Hands above your head, Jay.” 
He raises them over his head, crossing them at the wrist. Steph hums her approval before kissing him briefly. She sits back on her haunches, snatching the condom from the bedside table. Jason groans as she rips it open with her teeth, trembling when she works it over his cock.
She grips the base of him—his hips twitch. It’s an effort to stay still, especially when she straddles him, lining the tip of his cock up with her entrance. She moves, back and forth, letting her slick smear on the latex.
Jason expects her to sink down slowly. Instead, she flashes him a brief smile; a quick flash of teeth and then—
Slams her hips down, burying him inside of her in one, quick thrust.
Both of them shout—Jason’s whole body jerks. He shakes with the effort to stay still, his breaths coming quick and sharp, chest heaving. He wishes he could feel the slickness of her, but— It’s enough to feel her molten heat, and the quiver of her muscles, the way she clenches around him like a vice.
Steph stays there for a moment, letting her breathing slow. She runs her hands up his sides, caressing his skin.
“Look at you,” she murmurs. “You look so good spread out in my bed, Jason.”
Jason moans breathily in response, wishing his tongue didn’t feel so thick and clumsy. He wants to tell her how gorgeous she is, how good she feels, how much Jason wants her, and likes her—
Steph smiles at him. Her hands splay on his chest, using him to support her weight when she bends down and kisses him. Her hair falls like a curtain around them, tickling over his arms, his cheeks. “If you keep looking at me like that,” she whispers, “I’m going to have no choice but to make you mine.” She bites his jaw this time; the sharp pain of it making him whimper.
“Please,” he says. “Pleasepleaseplease—”
She groans; a low, guttural sound that sinks straight to his core. Her nails bite into his skin—he twitches, another, higher whimper tumbling from his mouth. 
“Fuck,” she hisses.
She rises. Tosses her hair over her shoulders. Then, she grips onto his waist and starts to move.
The pace she sets is almost punishing. It drives every thought from his head; the only thing he can focus on the waves of pleasure crashing through his body. It drowns him. He can hear, faintly, the flood of noise coming from his mouth but it’s all distant, like his head is underwater.
He barely manages to stutter out a warning when his peak crests. “G-gonna—”
Steph rubs his sides. “Wanna feel you,” she demands—and he comes, muscles seizing, hips lifting, cock twitching as he spills inside of her.
“Fuck.” Steph swears, vehemently, above him. “You’re so fucking pretty, Jason—” She’s barely rising off of him now, focusing on gyrating her hips instead, rubbing her clit against his skin until, finally— She shudders, head to toe, everything draining from her as she comes a second time.
She slips off of him, collapsing down in the bed beside him. Jason sits up for a moment, just long enough to remove the condom, tying it off before dropping it in the bin. He lies down again after, and Steph doesn’t hesitate to nuzzle into his chest, one of her hands splaying over his stomach. Jason winds one arm around her shoulders, then settles his other hand over hers.
“Stay the night?” Steph whispers against his skin.
Jason exhales slowly. “Yeah.”
She hums. “We c’n— We c’n talk in the morning.” She turns her face more into his chest, and then whispers, “Meant what I said. Wanna— Wanna keep you.”
Jason shivers. He’s— He’s more than okay with that. “In the morning,” he says, his voice just as thick with fatigue as hers.
She makes a soft noise of agreement. “And a shower, in a minute.”
Yeah. That sounds pretty good too. 
42 notes · View notes
sreppub · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
mocking
973 notes · View notes
dubacheryking · 2 years ago
Text
reblogging again for possible morning crowd
ok so helloooo lovely folks of follwerland, figured i'd put this out there: is anyone interested in betaing for a timdami/jaysteph story i'm writing for an event? i can't give a lot of info on the offset (it's meant to be secret!) but what i will say:
-def up there in a solid explicit rating
-timdami/jaysteph, duh
-it's gonna be a LONG BOY
-not related to any stories i have currently published on ao3
idk man if anyone is interested in betaing dm me?? i just figured it would never hurt to throw that out into the tumblrsphere so
5 notes · View notes
skylarkblue · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
Title: Jason and Stephanie's Adventures in Reading Author: skylarkblue Fandom: Batman Pairing: Stephanie Brown/Jason Todd Rating: G Word Count: 2,757 Warnings: None
Summary: Jason and Stephanie have their own little book club. This month, they're reading their childhood favourites.
Written for JaySteph Weekend Day 1 prompt "Book Club" hosted by the lovely @jaystephevents
Read on AO3 here!
29 notes · View notes