The Night Had Worn On Longer Than You Expected—one Drink After Another, Endless Conversations, And

I think Jason is freaky af with his partners

yes. Jason is good at sex when he's doing hookups but when he's in a committed relationship he feels like he can relax a little bit more. The man's a slut but only for you.

so without further ado I bring you Jason Todd's sexual habits:

You can argue until the cows come home about whether that man is a switch, top, bottom, sub, or dom. None of that matters because Jaosn gets pleasure from servicing you. Knowing that he's the one making you feel good, making you moan, making you scratch his back.

Speaking of scratches, Mark him pls. He likes knowing that he is as much your as you are his. So scratch his back, hickies on his neck, even hickies on his thighs.

Likes to kiss while fucking. If it's a position like missionary or mating press (anything like that), one of his hands will be behind your neck so he can lift your head up and kiss you as he pleases.

I'd think he'd prefer bedroom sex over any other type. There's something he loves about being able to take his time and making sure that the sex is good.

However, when quickies do occur, they are usually rough and fast. I'm talking just slip your panties to the side fast and hunched over a counter. These are usually right before patrol, or before major events.

THE SEX AFTER HE RETURNS FROM A MISSION. Imagine getting him in the bath tub to wash away all of the stench of the mission and when you turn to leave, he pulls your hand, eyes begging you not to go. So now you're in the bathtub together, your sitting flush to his chest and it's cute at first until his hand starts to drift between your legs.

i think that's all for now!

18+ minors dni

the parasites in my brain…they wanted this. enjoy.

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hockey player!jason todd who has so much energy on and off the ice, and nowhere to put it. you’d think body-slamming grown men into the boards with all his weight would wear him out, but it’s not enough; you can almost feel the electricity radiating off him hours later, and it hardly matters if his team wins or loses. lucky for him, you’ve found an…arrangement that suits you both—and tonight, he’s coming off his best game of the season so far.

“jay,” you whine, your voice muffled by the pillow against your cheek. your body is still twitching from your first orgasm, but his fingers sink into your hips as he rocks against your ass rhythmically, filling you inch by inch while you moan. his green eyes are glued to the numbered jersey you’re wearing while he fucks you—his number—and he can’t help the cocky grin that settles on his face at the sight. he brings one of his hands underneath you to rub small circles on your clit, chuckling as you gasp his name again.

“y’know,” he says through laboured breaths, “this was the first game you’ve worn this to.” he tugs at the jersey harshly with his free hand, while his other teases your clit faster, eliciting a desperate moan from you that makes him shudder. “gonna—fuck—have to wear it to every match now.” you want to laugh—after all, you know how superstitious hockey players are—but jason leans down to trail hot kisses along the side of your neck, and suddenly your mind is cloudy again as heat rushes through your abdomen.

“you gonna cum for me? hm?” he breathes against your ear, smiling when you merely whimper. “yeah, you are. I can feel you shakin’, ma.” he fucks into you deeper, his deft fingers keeping their pace against your sensitive clit. you clutch at the sheets as your belly tightens and your eyes screw shut; you want to regret the promise you made him—an orgasm for each goal he scored—but your second climax cuts you short.

you cry out as your release tears through you, arching your belly into the bed before letting your body go slack against the mattress with a shaky breath. you feel jason’s huge frame against you as he shifts closer to your ear, his tone teasing as he speaks. “don’t give up on me now, princess,” he coos, grinning as your dripping cunt clenches helplessly around his cock. “y’still owe me one more.”

I feel like boyfriend!jason would love watching you do your nightly routine, specifically when you go about your skincare.

He’ll lean on the doorway, broad arms crossed and bulging against his tee. His plump lips curl into a tiny smile as he watches your reflection in the mirror.

After cleansing, you apply your lengthy lineup of serums and toners. You didn’t use them every night, but every so often you’d go all out. Jason’s emerald eyes glint with a look of fascination. He adored seeing your natural, stripped-down self; a version of you not many people got to see. He felt special that he got to.

Jason may have been a bit obsessive with making sure you were taken care of. So he loved to see you taking some time to pamper yourself with your little skincare routine.

“You takin’ care of that pretty face, baby?” He pushes off the doorway and moves behind you. You feel his large hands slide up your arms to rest on your shoulders. Jason starts gently massaging, thumbs pressing into your muscles.

You sigh at the comforting sensation, and meet his gaze in the mirror. You can’t help but smile. “Mhm. You like watching?”

“You know I do. Love seeing you spending time on yourself..” He pecks a kiss to the top of your head. “Look at you, you’re glowing.” He trails kisses down your neck and you squirm in delight, his lips tickling your skin.

“Jason!” You squeal. He pulls back reluctantly, going back to watching you with a smile of content.

As you finish up your routine, a sudden idea pops into your head. You turn to face Jason with an excited grin.

“Can I use my skincare on you?”

Jason watches your eyes light up at the idea, and immediately he’s fucked. He can’t say no to you.

He laughs, “Why not.”

You’re then perched up on the counter, preparing your favorite hydrating serum and moisturizer for Jason. He stood in front of you, hands instinctively resting on your thighs as you lifted the dropper of the serum. Jason’s whole body relaxed, eyes fluttering shut, feeling you gently work the serum into his skin.

“Mm.. feels good, sweetheart.” He hums gently, opening his eyes for a second to look at you before closing them again.

Your fingers worked in circular motions as you went in with the moisturizer, being careful around any newer scars.

Jason’s heart swelled with emotion, skin tingling where you touched him so tenderly. Nobody ever went out of their way to care for him like you did. He felt he didn’t deserve you. You were too good—too sweet.

He was always so worried about making sure you were cared for, he sometimes neglected his own needs. But, you were always right there to remind him he deserved love and care too.

Under his closed lids, Jason felt his eyes water at the thought.

He knew right then—he was never letting you go.

"English isn't my-"

Hush now my friend, and let me read the absolute beauty of a fic that you have bestowed this world and humiliated the first English speakers with

Hear me out

Jason todd seeing you wearing nothing but one of his shirts, just barely large enough to cover your ass

I can't write, but I need closure to this little idea that has been floating in my brain, also heard you wanted asks so...

oh my god oh my god oh my god………(i love the way u think)

18+ Content, Minors DNI

warnings: dom! jason, teasing jason (are we rlly surprised), sub!fem!reader, slight belly bulge if u squint, size difference mentioned. (please inform me if i need to add more, thank you!)

the morning after

sunlight filters gently through the window of your apartment’s kitchen, bathing everything it touched in a golden glow, your eyes catching in the light, the rays dripping off your form like warm honey. you hum a soft, dulcet melody as you lean your hip against the edge of the kitchen counter, the whirring sound of the coffee maker the only thing that disturbs the peaceful atmosphere.

just as you stand on your tiptoes to reach for the mugs in one of the taller cabinets, the material of your boyfriend’s shirt riding up your backside, you feel Jason’s hand on your hip, pulling you away as he takes it upon himself to grab them, his sheer size practically dwarfing you as he leans over, a smirk on his lips.

“Let me get that for you, doll.” he drawls as you turn around, his hands now placed on either side of you, resting against the counter, caging you in, and you can’t help the way your thighs clench as you look up at him, mind racing with thoughts of how he had you in a similar position just last night, relentlessly pounding into your throbbing cunt.

Jason couldn’t stop looking at you, how could he? the fluid movements you make as you walk around the kitchen, pulling out ingredients for today’s breakfast, the way your hair swayed with each movement. you were so sweet, he thinks to himself, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he continues to watch you, only for his softened gaze to intensify with a passionate fire as he catches sight of the lacy pair of red panties barely covering your ass—then he remembers how sweet you truly were, the soft whines that would slip past your lips, the low and breathy moans as your chest heaved up and down while he sucked and lapped up your sopping cunt.

could you really blame him when you had such a perfect body? mewling and writhing against him, reacting to his touches so perfectly, his good, sweet girl, taking him so well? and good god, the way that shirt draped over you, only reaching a little past your hips, rising just by a fraction to show off the round, soft flesh of your ass that once bore his marks, pink hand prints from his rough, calloused grip, and hickeys from when he ate you out from behind—just you wearing that shirt, seeing it ride up to show off the marks he’d left last night, it was your fault for teasing him, for wearing his shirt. why would you ever want to hide that body of yours from him anyway when he could worship you so well?

so really, you should’ve known better. now you were bent over the kitchen counter you once were making coffee on, back arched like a cat’s as you felt him draw a line over your weeping slit, your cunt pulsating with a heat only he could draw out from you.

“Please, Jay,” you whine, bucking your ass against him, hoping for some sort of relief as you rub your slicked pussy against his own angry tip, leaking with pre-cum. “Need you—need you so bad.”

“Yeah?” he whispers, leaning over you, his hand pressed up against your throat to press your back to his broad chest. “Y’need me that bad, princess? Need me to stretch out that tight pussy, have you make a mess all over my cock?”

there’s a teasing edge to his words as he swipes at your hole, already dripping with your slickness, pushing his tip in just to give you a little taste of the stretch—as if his words weren’t enough to make you whine and beg—but pulling out just as quickly, the cocky bastard. he loved seeing you like this, so desperate for him.

“Please, Jason—“ your voice comes out strained from desperation as you attempt to wiggle your ass closer to him, your cunt nearer to his hard, thick cock, only to let out a frustrated mewl as Jason holds your hips steady in place. “Need you—need your cock, wanna have you fuck me full, fill me up with your cum, please.”

“‘S that so?” Jason grins, wolfish and wicked as he continues to tease you, running his fat tip along the length of your cunt, purposefully bumping your clit with each stroke. “Such a filthy mouth on you, doll. Makes me wanna stuff my cock in it, see how dirty it can really get.” he chuckles, licking his canines in lustful amusement as he feels your opening clench around his tip at his words.

“Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Y’like being all dirty f’me, don’t ya, doll?” his voice comes out in a low, gravelly rumble as her murmurs in your ear.

“Mhmm..” you nod, bottom lip tucked between your teeth, thighs already trembling in anticipation. “Jus’ wanna be good f’you, Jay.”

“That’s right,” he croons, chest welling up with pride at your submission, his gaze softening ever so slightly as he sees the look of adoration in your eyes swirled with desire for him. he lays kisses down your shoulder blades, landing a tender open-mouthed kiss against your nape—a reminder that even through the fiery hot intensity of the passion between the two of you, at the root of it all was a deep and profound love. “So good f’me, so perfect…’gonna take such good care of you, doll.” he murmurs, lining up his tip against your slit, pushing his aching cock into your drenched pussy. the tease that he is, he makes sure to draw out the moment, dragging his thick shaft against the walls of your cunt, eliciting a loud moan from your lips.

the sight of your cunt stretching out around his girth makes a low groan of pleasure slip from his lips as he sheathes himself fully into you. you drag your nails feebly against the marbled countertop, a muffled whine coming out of your mouth as you feel his fat cock fill you up—god, you could never get used to the sting, how good it felt knowing that he was the only one who could ever fill you up this good. your eyes roll to the back of your skull in pleasure as his hand comes to press against your womb, making sure you felt the small bump against the pit of your stomach all due to his massive cock.

“Feel that, doll? Pussy’s all full of me—fuck, s’fucking tight—like it was made f’me, hm?” he lets out a breath, hot and heavy against the back of your neck, a low hiss emanating from his lips; he could never stop the way his cock twitched as he felt your cunt flutter around him, the warmth of your sweet pussy against his throbbing cock made his head murky with lust.

“Pussy’s all yours, Jay—h-hah, s’all for you!” you moan, feeling each vein and the curve of his cock against your spongy walls, his tip prodding and brushing against that spot that always made you see stars.

“That’s my girl,” he purrs, his hand still around your throat, the other one holding your hip in place as he pulls his hips back before slamming his cock inside of you, beginning his quick pace. he’d been holding back before, but the way your cunt clenched around him makes any and all self-control slip from his being as he begins to fuck into you.

“Be a good girl and take my cock, yeah?” Jason whispers in your ear, his voice thick with lust as the lewd sounds of your sloppy cunt come into contact with his cock, his pelvis slamming against the meat of your ass.

it was going to be a while before the two of you have breakfast—all because of that damned shirt and Jason’s undeniable hunger for you. fuck breakfast, he had you, and that’s all he ever needed.

Jason Todd and Kisses

Short Headcanons

I've said it before, and I'll say it again, he's a Serial Hand Kisser. It's as soothing for him as it is you. Fingers entwined, knuckles to lips, just sharing warmth

Your pulses are one of his favorite spots to kiss. The one on your wrist. The one on your throat. The beat of your life against him makes his eyes dilate, his breath hitch and calm settle in his bones

There's lots of kisses when you cuddle, kisses to the crown of your head, your temple, your cheek. But he really likes trailing kisses down your sternum so he can lay his head on your stomach

He peppers your face with kisses in the morning, especially if you don’t get to see him before he leaves for patrol. He'll wake you up by nuzzling your nose and marking a lazy path down your jaw

He loves any kind of kiss you give him, gentle, and slow, short and sweet, and the ones that leave him panting and asking for more

He has a special place in his heart for kisses that are all tongues and teeth. The ones that are borderline desperate and frantic with fingers fisted in clothes

Yes, you've tried the Spiderman kiss. Yes, he liked it

Hickeys! You're both going to have them, usually in easy to hide spots, but sometimes he can't resist leaving one or two on your throat or collarbones

(Or behind your ear, one you can't see and one he fails to point out to you before you leave the apartment)

His heart melts a little when you kiss his cheek after he does something sweet. Kisses of affirmation make his knees weak and his head fuzzy

But really, his go-to is cradling your face and kissing you long enough to steal the air from your lungs. He devours the way it makes eyes to starry with adoration before he wraps his arms around your waist to draw you closer

☆ 18+ minors dni ☆

Frat!Jason Todd who was Vice President of Epsilon Theta Alpha. He had joined the frat when he was a freshmen and even though his rough and tough demeanour suggested otherwise, he was probably one of the most rule-abiding of the frat. But just because he was rule abiding didn’t mean he wasn’t an arrogant little shit

Frat!Jason Todd who began dating you literally a month into freshman year. He waved off your concerns that freshman relationships never lasted and promised then and there in the dining hall that he would put a ring on your finger the moment they threw their caps at graduation

Frat!Jason Todd who knew what he wanted and wasn’t going to let something as simple as ‘not knowing you for long’ get in his way

Frat!Jason Todd who brought you around the frat house so much that you became an integral part. Dick Grayson, the President of Epsilon Theta Alpha, even began to think of you as a sister

Frat!Jason Todd who loved how your relationship grew throughout the years. It didn’t matter if it was freshman year or senior year, he stayed by your side religiously and loved you all the same

Frat!Jason Todd who would get grumpy when he couldn’t see you for a while and everyone in the frat noticed it

Frat!Jason Todd who, for example, stayed at university during winter break freshman year and just pouted and whined the entire time. He called you every day, even though, at that point, you two had only been together a month or two

Frat!Jason Todd who was so relieved when you returned to campus and the next year (and every year after) you would take him home to spend the holidays with you and your family to save yourself from the grumpy boyfriend he would become when separated from you

Frat!Jason Todd who was very proud that your family loved him and he always returned back to the frat ladened with leftovers and sweets

Frat!Jason Todd who was also pretty big on working out. You had been hesitant at first, because of the stereotypical gym bros, but you soon came to appreciate his physique

Frat!Jason Todd who cajoled you into laying either on his back or under him whenever he was doing push ups. If he wanted you to lay on top of him, it was always, “but baby, I need a challenge. Push ups just aren’t doing it anymore. And if I have my darling girlfriend laying on me, then I get snuggles and a workout.” Sometimes, you read while feeling his muscles bend and contract underneath you as he worked, but other times you just held on and pressed lazy kisses to his skin. Whenever he wanted you to lay under him, there was never much complaining from you. You happily laid on the floor and gave him a quick kiss every time he descended. “Love you,” you would mutter and he would grin and reply with his own love

Frat!Jason Todd who also loved to play wrestle. Neither of you ever knew how it would start, but you would find yourself giggling and trying to tackle Jason on the floor. Of course, he would likely let you win, but there were always a couple of times when he would just flip you over and let out a pretend roar before smothering you with kisses

Frat!Jason Todd who didn’t mind that the play wrestling usually ended in hickeys and love bites

Frat!Jason Todd who wasn’t as much of a book nerd as other variants. He maybe was an English minor, but not a major. Whether that was just because he felt as if a frat guy shouldn’t be an English major, or he just preferred his major (pre-law), no one really knew. Jason confessed to you one night, late freshman year, that he wanted to go into law to help those who were growing up like he did. He wanted to fight against big corporations that kept kids confined to Crime Alley and he wanted to fight for the mothers and fathers who were getting swindled out of their homes

Frat!Jason Todd who much preferred to stay up in his room with you then go down to the party raging on the first floor of the frat. It had become a routine: lock the door (you two had learned that the hard way after a wayward couple barged in one time looking for a place to bang. Jason had promptly kicked them out with some well placed swearing and slammed the door behind them), fill the popcorn bowl, and settle in with a movie

Frat!Jason Todd who, however, every once in a while, would venture downstairs with you under his arm and indulge in a little partying. He would pour you a tiny amount of alcohol into a cup if you wished, but never drank a drop himself. Even if he was part of a frat, he was still the same Jason with the brutal memories of parents who hit or screamed when inflicted by alcohol. That didn’t mean that he didn’t enjoy a bit of beer or wine in private with you, but he wanted to stay vigilant around others who were drunk

Frat!Jason Todd who’s favourite thing to do at parties was dance. More specifically, watch you dance. He would stay right next to you, holding your hands or your hips as you sang along to the music. His eyes would never leave you, trailing up and down your body along with his hands. Another activity he liked whenever there was a party was to crowd you into a corner, arms braced by your head and just make out. He loved that bit of voyeurism, but would never take it farther than kisses when it came to you. He was incredibly protective and didn’t want to share you with anyone else

Frat!Jason Todd who was a very inconsistent lover. Let’s explain: he clearly loved you a lot and had told you a million times over. He wanted to pleasure you as such, so sometimes he took his sweet time with you that left you very impatient. Other times, however, he saw a guy checking you out and couldn’t help but bruise your hips as his slammed his own into you later that night

Frat!Jason Todd who, nonetheless, expressed his love in any way he could. Unbeknownst to you, he had bought a ring over the summer of sophomore and junior year and kept it locked in the top drawer of his nightstand

Frat!Jason Todd who, true to his promise, instead of throwing his cap at graduation, had found you in the crowd and immediately got down on one knee

Frat!Jason Todd who was crying when you said yes

Thinking about how Jason Todd can't deny you in sex. When you beg to come he doesn't even think about keeping it from you, when you whine to touch him and he leans closer to you, when he eats you out for so long and you cry for his dick he tells you one more and then he'll give you everything you want. When you ask to ride him until he gets or when you want him to pin you down and rut into you from behind why say no? Why would he ever want to keep anything from you when you look so pretty, moan so loud, and praise him so much. How could he possibly ever want to deny you when you look at him like he's your world.

jason todd is so tall that he has to bend down to hear you better... (based on this post that was sent to me)

there's something about how tall Jason is that makes your stomach flip. When he's standing beside you, arms folded and waiting for his coffee, or when he's stood behind you and you can feel his breath moving softly over the top of your head.

It's sickening how attractive he is, and if you think about him too often you get a little nauseous. But now, it's somehow worse. Jason's face is hidden behind the red hood mask, arms folded over his chest as he stares at the screen in front of him. His attention is so caught up on the news that flashes across the television that he doesn't hear you when you speak.

"that's terrible," you mumble, eyes reflecting the buildings on fire on the screen. you can almost imagine the sirens of the fire engines as they near the scene.

"hm?" Jason tilts his head, turning away from the tv and bending down a little to hear you better. It startles you, and you swallow the saliva that has built in your mouth. You can't drool over him when he's right beside you.

"It's terrible," you repeat "what's happening out there."

Jason nods, straightening again, and you stand in silence for a few more minutes until the broadcast ends.

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It happens again a few days later, on an early Sunday morning in the kitchen of titans tower. You're washing dishes from breakfast when Jason comes to get a glass of water. With cup in hand he leans over you, turning on the tap. The water rushes loud, the pipes creaking a little.

"You could at least wait till I'm done here." you wave a soap sud covered fork at him and he frowns, the sound of the tap drowning you out. When his hand lands splayed out and firm on your lower back you feel the heat rush to your cheeks.

Jason, turns the tap off, leaning down again, just like the day before. "couldn't hear ya, what'd you say darling?"

Your mouth goes dry, and deep down you think he knows it. "Never mind."

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“fuck you,” you spit, “seriously, fuck you, fuck all of this shit, to be honest.”

in all honesty, your can’t even remember what this argument was about, but in the moment, you cant seem to care all that much; you’re too wrapped up in the heat of it all.

the vitriol in your voice has him spinning back around to stalk towards him, a nasty scowl on his face as he all but herds you towards the wall, seething, “fuck me, huh? it’s fuck me now, ain’t it?”

you nod vigorously, refusing to back down, even if his much larger body had your cornered. he’s looking down at you, eyes searching your face as his jaw sets. he opens his mouth, snapping it shut before he says something he regrets. his eyes flit to your lips, then back up to your eyes.

a rough hand comes up to cup your jaw, testing the waters. your narrow your eyes, but don’t push him away. that’s all it takes for a thread to snap inside him. suddenly he’s all over you, pulling you into his arms and pressing hot kisses to your lips and neck.

“fuck me, yeah?” he sneers softly, tugging at your clothing, “hm baby? it’s fuck me, right?” his tongue dances on your throat, leaving unforgiving hickies for all the world to see.

“yes,” your sigh breathlessly, letting him turn you this way and that, “fuck you.”

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dick grayson, jason todd, roy harper, hal jordan, terry mcginnis, bruce wayne at some point, probably.