Steady Breaths and String Lights
Jason Todd x Reader
A/N: another drabble 😫 i’m really into domestic jason rn so don’t mind me giving yall soft jason content <3 ENJOY and tell me your domestic jason headcanons in the comments if u have any :D
A brand new couch.
It was a deal from a discount furniture store and once you had laid your eyes on it, how could you pass up the deal?
No tears, a good color, the store wanted to get rid of it, so they slapped a large discount tag on it and it came with the decorative pillows. How could you not have it?
One card swipe later, you were the proud owner of this new couch.
The process getting it in your apartment was different. You had no vehicle to haul it, but you managed to convince the company to do one delivery for you.
After your great declaration of strength and independence (and with the help of your neighbors) you moved the couch.
The living room was complete with the new furniture.
You were practically an interior designer.
If Jason wasn’t gone for the week, he would’ve told you that was a stretch, but he had boring taste anyway.
After a good wash and spray, you moved the cushions into place, angling the decorative pillows perfectly and shifting a pristinely folded blanket for a unique touch. It was just like how you saw it in the store.
Then curiosity got the better of you and all the cushions were taken out again, placed at different angles, leaning against one another.
Placing, stabilizing, placing another one.
You grabbed a blanket from your bed, some battery powered string lights, and Jason’s pillow, leaving yours untouched on your side of the bed.
You had made a structurally sound fort, with an organized stack of books, lights hung from edge to edge to give the perfect ambience, comfy blankets and Jason’s pillow that smelled like him.
After admiring your creativity and one final inspection, you crawled into the fort, curling yourself in the safe cocoon.
It was warm and you leaned into his pillow, the scent of his shampoo comforting you until your breaths evened, falling asleep to the excitement of telling Jason about your brand new purchase when he got home.
An hour later, a slight rattle came from the window, cautious steps crawling in, but loudly enough to make a sound to alert whoever was inside.
Jason had got home early and he waited for your head to pop out of some corner.
His armor was heavier on his body that night and he had been away way too long. He just wanted to hear your voice happily welcome him back, passionately hug you, and then crash on the bed holding you near him.
Like routine, he was going to unclip his utility belt and peel off his jacket, but he never heard your voice.
Standing frozen, he kept the protective shiny red helmet on his head until he could physically see you.
There was no movement, no noise.
Jason stood still, pressing his boots into the floorboards as he readied himself. While preventing any sound from his movements, he switched on his infrared scanners, sweeping the entire home before he saw a curled up ball.
In the living room, you were protected by a small cushion fort in front of a couch that magically appeared.
You were sound asleep as his hushed footsteps walked closer to you. He had removed his helmet after he ensured you had a steady heartbeat and even breaths.
He placed his helmet outside the blanket door and removed his boots, placing them neatly next to one another.
He wanted to be a respectful guest in your newly built home.
With bare hands, Jason lifted the flimsy door and there you laid, peacefully drifted off.
Jason exhaled, releasing his previous tension with one glance at you.
He always loved coming home to you.
Carefully, he maneuvered himself through the door. With a surprise, he easily fit. He smiled at the thought that you must have built it with him in mind because the door perfectly fit his shoulders. What an attention to detail.
He crawled in, moving his body by his arms until he was parallel with your face.
Unconsciously, you moved to the new warmth, Rolling your body closer to the new presence.
Jason smiled into your scalp, closing his eyes to the weight of you.
“Sweetheart, I’m home.” Jason whispered, vibrations felt against your cheek.
You incoherently mumbled into his body, barely able to open your mouth.
As you felt the comforting arms rubs and strong arms encircling you, your mind started to slowly wake up. The fog clearing.
You freed one of your hands buried underneath the blanket to match the hands enveloping you.
Then your hand felt a familiar bicep, firm in your palm.
Your eyes shot open as you moved your head out of the crevice of Jason’s neck to see your sleepy vigilante laying next to you.
“Feeling me up in your sleep?” Jason tiredly smirked, teasing you as soon as you woke up.
You slowly blinked before fully registering this wasn’t just another pleasant dream.
It was the real deal in front of you.
“Welcome home.” You softly greeted, kissing his knuckles.
Jason’s body physically relaxed at your words, his smirk morphing into content.
His hands were rough and calloused, but the feeling on your lips have never felt better.
“I got a couch.” You smiled into his hand.
“I see that.” Jason glanced around the inside of the fort. “I got ya something while I was out for the week, but I don’t think I could top a couch.”
“It was nicely decorated before, but I got carried away.” You closed your eyes to nuzzle into Jason’s pillow, holding onto Jason’s hand.
He watched you get comfortable, your silent contentment with his touch and warmth. Loving the skin he hated so damn much.
You yawned, the comfortability of your shared lives relaxing you.
Your hair was a mess from the nap, your lashes laid on your skin, and his hands rubbing at any inch of your face, memorizing every detail he could so even his dreams could also have you.
“No, it’s perfect.” Jason watched you, leaning in to kiss your temple, lips lingering a second longer.
You smiled, feeling complete that your other half was home.
“I’m glad.” You slurred, letting sleep inch closer and closer to you.
The two of you lost to the night, your sleeping forms intertwined and Jason’s legs sticking out of the fort.
And a brand new couch that joined your shared life.
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hate sex with arkham knight!jason
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he’s so mean and mocking, has you pinned to the wall, hand shackling your neck, your head getting fuzzy and your vision going blue.
feels like ur on a drug, chasing that high more and more with each thrust he gives you. he’s got this sexy half-smile half-smirk thing going on, and he’s sweating so much, it slicks his hair back and makes his curls wet with it’s salty sheen: sharp glisten as they bounce up and down every time he moves.
you can barely get a word out, feel the sentence bubble up in your throat for what feels like hours before you finally manage to hear it vocalise and ring in your ears, each word cut off by a hiccup and jason’s still so cocky and mean but also tender, wipes the corners of your eyes, likes to see the mascara smear on your face and his thumb, before cradling your face and shutting you up with a kiss. lips soon swollen and eyes wanton.
“you talk too much.” he’d simply say to ur desperately and pathetically feeble attempt at dismissing the eye rolling feeling of his dick so deep inside fucking you so good rn.
before you manage to say anything he shushes you and puts a hand over your mouth, “thereee. that’s betterrr.” he’d coo, feeling you drool from the inside of his palm.
“fuckin’ horny bitch. didn’t realise you wanted to be fucked this bad.”
he kisses your cheek. barely sucks the flesh when he lets go. “jesus fucking christ. god, look at what you’re doing to me—fuck.”
his forehead leans against yours, his voice now quiet and whispery, sounds almost like a whistle, “wish you’d said something earlier. telling me i could’ve fucked you months ago?”
you give in, eyebrows crease and u nod your head with a muffled cry. he laughs, mimics your nod and says through a broken chuckle, “yeah? i could’ve? tell me i could’ve, baby. tell me i fucking could’ve.” he removes his hand. waits for your response, though his hips don’t stop.
he gets impatient, watches at how you look down shamefully, slaps your face a little to get you to look at him, “come on.”
miserably and moaning you bite your lip—a sort of nervous panic and tell him what he wants to hear, “you could’ve fucked me forever ago. anytime you wanted.”
he gets so hard. like, way harder than he already is and he connects your lips again, both pleased and amused then compliments you so sincerely, almost to himself, “so fucking fine.”
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