𝜗𝜚Jason Todd nsfw alphabet , mdni 18+ !! 𝜗𝜚

Bait: Jason Todd x reader

aka: the one when Jason's family is using you to renew relationship with him

She certainly did not expect to see a huge bouquet sitting on top of her desk on rainy Friday morning.

Jason Todd having a size kink and being possesive is very much a given, in my opinion.

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He died at fourteen as a tiny teenage boy and woke up in a different body, a grown body; and for a while he couldn’t stand that— couldn’t bear the sight of his broad shoulders and scarred chest. Couldn’t bear the sight of his arms and hands, that did not know how to be gentle, the ones he’d clawed his way back to life with.

He thought his noticeable physical condition was only beneficial for Red Hood: being big and intimidating helped him, being strong helped him. Red Hood did not feel or look out of place in the Gotham City night, lurking— in fact he fit there comfortably.

But in the daytime, when he walked around the street with his head down and shoulders hunched over he still felt like he stuck out like a sore thumb. That was before he knew you, after that things changed.

He couldnt fight the tight feeling in his chest (or the tent in his pants) when he saw you walk around his apartment in one of his old t-shirts. It was an old grey tee he’d gotten as a gift in a movie theater. The neckline of the shirt was wide, exposing one of your shoulders and it reached down to your mid-thigh.

Or that same feeling when you shouted his name from the kitchen, asking him to open a jar for you, or reach up to a cabinet for you.

And at the beginning he was calm about it, sweet; he’d come up behind you and reach over your shoulder for whatever you needed, hand it to you, and press a kiss to your cheek before returning to whatever he was doing before.

Or quickly open the pickle jar for you and return it with a little smile. He didn’t want to overwhelm you, didn’t want to discomfort you.

But then he noticed the way your breath hitched when he pressed up behind you, his warm chest stuck to your back, and he couldn’t help the heat that rose up to his cheeks and ears.

That’s when he started being less subtle about things. When you called for help in the kitchen he’d come up behind you, press himself against your back like he’d always done and ask what you needed.

“what’s wrong, ma?”

“can’t reach for the mug— it’s all the way back.”

He’d hum in acknowledgment and lean up to get it, his arm stretching past your head and up. Muscles straining against his t-shirt that was fighting for dear life at that instant.

That’s when your breath would hitch, your hips push back enticingly; he’d usually move away when this happened, press a kiss to your cheek or forehead and leave as quick as possible. But he didn’t do that. Instead, an arm wrapped around your waist, fully caging you against the counter, and he pressed his hips up against yours.

He liked that you found him attractive, he liked that when you looked at him, 6 feet tall, 200 pounds of basically pure muscle, white and pink scars littering his body— you saw him. You saw Jason Peter Todd, your loving boyfriend, and not the monster he’d thought people perceived him as.

He also liked the control he had over you, the way he could (and would) manhandle you to his liking; but he loved that you let him do it, because the moment you told him to stop he would, but you never did.

To Jason it wasn’t only about sex, it was more about trust, about feeling like he could protect you. He’d once believed his hands didn’t know how to be gentle but he doubted it now, as the pads of his fingers brushed your cheeks.

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Let me hold you. (AK! Jason x Reader)

I finally got it done! If I have energy later, and once I get my cold war fic finished (first chapter), I'll make more fluffy stuff. Enjoy Jason being a softie for you!

Jason couldn’t fall asleep, no matter how hard he tried. Normally, at least the past few months, he could actually fall asleep no-problems, once he checked the place to make sure it was secure, of course. He had his gun on the nightstand, safety on - he didn’t want to risk shooting when he didn’t need to, like because of a nightmare - just part of his nightly rituals. He couldn't have the love of his life, or himself, get hurt. 

head over heels – jason todd

synopsis. jason todd is smitten and everyone is tired of it 

contents. fluff, ooc?, so much banter and pining its painful, like can they just kiss already

notes. short moments i had written but decided to combine into one fic. maybe i'll make a pt 2. not proofread...

There have only been a few occasions where Jason’s family has seen him smile. And even then, it was usually a sick smirk as he wreaked havoc on his enemies. So, imagine their shock when they watch their brooding, battle-hardened brother smile at you, of all people.

You.

His sworn enemy. A dramatic title, sure, but fitting. Ever since the two of you met, you had butted heads at every opportunity. Your strong personalities clashed and neither of you were willing to back down. In fact, you had become a fixture in each other’s lives. Two forces of nature neither could ignore.

And right now, the storm was brewing once again.

"You were in my territory again, asshole!" You jab a finger into his chest, close enough to feel the heat radiating off him.

Take a picture, it will last longer

Batfamily reunion, kinda ?

Not my idea: https://x.com/tocartss/status/1897135638438404416?s=46&t=zkCvxQnVoZvDMu4v7483qg

i’m still here

Nightwing (2016) #121

jailbird

jason todd x fem!reader

word count: 2.3k warnings: police, reader gets held at gunpoint and arrested (whomp whomp) and it’s a bit brutal, other than that i think it’s fine

Can you really call it a meet-cute if you meet the love of your life in a prison cell?

Yeah, this was not how you thought your day was going to go.

When your boss had told you that you needed to go and work a shift in Bludhaven, you’d shrugged. It was Bludhaven, how bad could it be? It certainly couldn’t be any worse than Gotham and it’s collective of rogues that seemed to haunt every street corner these days. Oh, and the giant man dressed as a bat. Everywhere needs it's selling point.

As it turns out, Bludhaven must be the safest place on earth, because seemingly their biggest perpetrator is you.

Jason communication Headcanon

Jason Todd is not great with communication.

He wants to support you, but he just sucks at finding the right words. He definitely gives it the good old college try though. The problem is that the poor man has no chill about it.

For example, you could be venting to him in the car about a fight with a friend, and he'll be so aggressive about taking your side:

The fight wasn’t even a big deal, you were just pissed they took your last fry. Yet here he is, calmly cussing them out like he’s just discussing the weather.

And this happens. Every. Single. Time

It doesn’t matter who it is or what they did, the man's response will always be at 100% on your behalf.

He’ll be ready to insult a lady’s entire bloodline when he hears she made fun of your cooking, then have to be immediately reminded that said person was your mom Jason.

He’s going to ensure you feel validated, and know that’s he’s on your side, 100%.

…Look he just wants to make sure you feel supported, ok?

Give him some time and eventually, he’ll learn to properly measure his responses during your vent sessions.

You: *depressed* life is shit, everything is shit, doing anything from this point onwards is pointless.

Jason: do you wanna-

You: YES! *buries head between his massive tiddies* life is good again.

Jason: I was gonna say talk about it, but if this helps *pats your head*

(A/N I am less stressed now that exams are slowing down, but I am still wonderfully sick, which sucks.)

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Imagine Jason Todd saves his significant other as Red Hood during some citywide crisis that has the entire family present and they all just stand there, super confused.

Yeah, the whole city is going up in flames and that sucks but there's something slightly more important witnessing Jason pull you out of the fire and gently pat the flames out of your shirt before wiping the soot off your face to make sure you weren't burned anywhere.

And there's something oddly intimate about the way this *random* civilian is holding onto him a little too tightly for a little too long after he puts you down but they can't exactly question it because what would they say?

Accidentally Hitting Them In The Balls/Them Accidentally Hitting You In The Boobs

Dick: "No, I promise I can get it open. Just hold the bottom of it." He was helping you open a pickle jar that almost seemed superglued shut.

"Are you sure you got it, Hun? It's not a big deal, it's a pickle." You said as you held onto the jar as he pulled and squeezed at the lid. At this point, you weren't even sure you wanted a pickle anymore after such a hassle.

"You want a pickle, you get a pickle." He said as he pulled the lid off and somehow simultaneously hit you in the boobs. Your face turned bright red, as did his, you two were just friends, and he hadn't ever grabbed you like that before.

"Ummm...." He started to short-circuit like a phone that had been dropped in the kitchen sink.

"Cop a feel, why don'tcha?" You teased him, and his face got even redder. He liked you, but right now, he's trying not to burst into flames due to embarrassment.

"I wasn't trying to cop- I mean, I am a cop, but I- I- Um...Pickle?" He held up the fork with the freshly skewered pickle, and as you took it, he quickly put the lid back on the pickles and opened the fridge door before pretending to browse the fridge until you left the room. It took him about thirty minutes for the blood that rushed to his face to leave.

Jason: "No, tighten this one, Babygirl." He instructed you as you tried your best to fix up your Chevy Impala you found at an auction a few weeks ago.

You attempted to tighten the bolt on the bottom of the vehicle but quickly realized you grabbed the wrong wrench. 'Oh. No problem, I'll just get the other one.' You thought before you slid out and went to get up, effectively teabagging yourself with Jason's boys. You were trying to be quick so you hit them a little too hard with your head. If you asked Jason to recount it right now he'd remember it like those X-Rays you get when you play Mortal Kombat.

He groaned and held onto the hood of the car, leaning over it, just trying to handle the pain in his groin. He reached down to massage them, and you did your best to apologize, which you were doing profusely.

"I- Um....um...Ice?" You asked even though you knew the answer and you went to get up and slipped and elbowed him in the crotch.

"I'm so sorry! Jason- I-" You didn't know what to do and you didn't want him in any pain.

"Just- Just go get the ice!" He was lying on the floor at this point, gripping his family jewels like the precious cargo they were to him. You quickly ran off to go get ice, but there was none in the fridge, and you were scrambling.

"Ms. L/N, Can I help you find something?" Alfred asked as he noticed your panic and your watery eyes.

"Jason- knee- nutz- ice-" You were so worried and concerned about Jason that you weren't entirely thinking about what you were actually saying, but alas, Alfred put together what you were trying to say. He had gotten good at that after all of the boys and essentially him raising Bruce on his own.

"Ah, you hit Master Todd in the nads? Take the frozen peas in there, they will work better than any ice pack or ice cubes." He said as he directed you to the frozen lentils.

He shook his head with a bit of a smile as you ran back out to the garage. You leaned down next to Jason before gently removing his hands from his boys to place the icepack as softly as you could, holding them for him.

"I'm so sorry, Jay. I- I didn't know you were right there. I thought you were on the other side still." You apologized profusely over and over whilst rubbing his arm with one hand to try to calm the both of you.

"It's okay, I should've told you. It's okay, Princess. Deep breaths. Shhhh...I'm okay, it's okay." Jason knows you didn't mean to, and he definitely was not gonna get mad or angry at you for an accident.

Bruce: You're his assistant, and of course, being his assistant meant you're normally with him regularly when he takes flights, in meetings, etc. The both of you were on a plane, he got off the seats that turned into a bed, and it was all great until there was some serious turbulence. Bruce's hand suddenly reached out for anything he could grab. In this case, that was your ass that caused you to blush and clear your throat.

"Um...I'm sorry, Ms. L/N, I didn't mean anything by it. I- Not that you're ugly, 'cause that most certainly isn't the case; I don't believe I've seen someone so beautiful. I-" He stammers out as his face turns as red as the lobster he ordered.

"I um- sorry, Mr. Wayne. It's entirely my fault for not watching-"

"It isn't, don't take blame for my actions."

You probably sit down before taking a few breaths to try to calm the redness in your face. He's your boss, and you shouldn't be thinking of him this way right now, the only thing you would think about was what was underneath his clothes.

The same thought was on his mind about exactly what you would look like when your clothes were off and how he felt the soft skin of your ass underneath his hands, and how he would love to feel that again. The rest of the flight was silent between you two it was hard to ignore the tension that filled the two seats. After the flight, both of you took a car to the hotel and found out they only booked one room instead of two.

Well, it looks like you're sleeping in the same room as your boss. Even after you had insisted that he sleep on the bed with you because you didn't want him to be uncomfortable he still slept on the couch like a gentleman.

Tim: Tim asked you out on a date, and he chose roller skating even if he hasn't done it in years, and he's definitely out of practice.

"Come on, Slow Poke! I'll race you!" You said as you zoomed past him, skating backward, and the colorful lights lit your face in such beautiful ways. He's distracted as he fights his desire to just continue admiring the look on your face right now. If he could tattoo this moment on the inside of his eyelids he would.

You laughed at the traced look on his face, but before you both knew it, you hit the short partition that blocks the rink from the dining area, and his face was buried deep in your breasts.

He pulled his face from your breasts, and his face was redder than a firetruck, and he began to apologize profusely. You didn't even hear what he was saying with the song on the loudspeaker blasting in your ears. You gently grabbed his face to calm him because his embarrassment was turning into panic and worry.

"Hey, It's okay." You smiled and his heart fluttered before it stopped as soon as your lips pressed against his. His shoulders fell, and he relaxed against you, completely forgetting he had just mashed his face into your boobs on the first date.

Damian: Both you and Damian are drenched in sweat from working out. His black compression shirt stuck to his torso like a second skin, and the both of you ready yourselves again. He looks at you. You aren't even remotely ready, you're exhausted and wanna stop but promised him one more round.

Damian goes to flip you onto your ass, but you move, flipping over, and your face somehow ends up firmly planted into his crotch. You move your head and press your cheek to his thigh as you try to catch a breath. You can't see it, but his face is bright red as he fights the erection that his body is forcing on him, as well as the pain from your head hitting him in the crotch.

You can feel it forming underneath you but choose to ignore it to not embarrass you or him; it's better if both of you pretend to be ignorant of the hardness and pain. He breathes trying to put himself at ease.

Damian brings his hand down into your hair to comfort you and himself, more so for himself. The both of you calm your panting breaths slowly, not to rush each other.

"Teabagging myself on you wasn't on my yearly bingo card. You okay?" You asked as you took a break from training on your best friend's lap.

"I didn't imagine I'd have pants on." He jokes before his eyes widen like saucers when he realizes what he says.

"I- Errrr." He stammers a slight bit before quickly snapping his mouth closed again and continuing the silence between you both; you both lay like that until you fall asleep against his thigh, much to his relief. Damian, being the gentleman he is, puts you in his bed, and you wake up surrounded by his silk sheets and warm blanket. It's one of those blankets that just wraps you up like a fireplace; you look at the time and realize he's most likely on patrol now and decide to head to the bathroom to relieve yourself and refresh. Then you change into one of his shirts and socks before crawling back into those sheets.

Masterlist

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I'M WORKING LATE !

jason's too stressed, and too exhausted. luckily, you have a few ways of getting him to relax. rated 18+, mdni contains: jason todd x reader; grinding, handjob, blowjob, reader's hair is long enough 4 a ponytail

He hasn't looked up from his file in two hours.

Jason did this sometimes, got so engrossed in a case that everyone and everything else took a backseat. You learned early on that he doesn't like to be bothered when he gets in this headspace, getting used to tuning him out and going about your own tasks (aside from the occasional kiss atop his head or brush of your palm across his back, something he could never complain about), but you think if he stares at his papers any harder, he'll go cross-eyed.

He sat down to work two hours ago, around the same time you started making dinner. Not wanting to disturb him, the two of you worked around each other in a comfortable silence, him typing away at his laptop while sifting through papers, and you cutting vegetables and boiling noodles. In the one hour it took to prepare the meal and bring two steaming bowls of pasta to the table, he hadn't looked up once. You set his bowl in front of him, but you're not sure he even noticed.

In the hour following, you finished your meal, cleaned up the kitchen, took a shower, changed into pajamas, and packed up his untouched bowl of pasta for later, all before settling in on the couch to put on headphones and queue up your show on your computer.

Now, you watch him from your spot on the couch as he sits at the dining table, body tense and still as a statue, save for the occasional flick through the pages of his file, or a scribble of notes on his notepad. Seeing him ultra-focused was nothing new, but there's something about this night that has you concerned. The bags under his eyes are heavier than usual, his lips are chapped and raw from being chewed on, his reading glasses are askew on his face, and his hair is messy, odd ends sticking out from how often he drags his hand through it.

scars and softness † jason todd.

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 ADULT CONTENT ; minors go away.

your breath hitches sharply when he presses deeper, your legs trembling as they rest over his broad, sturdy shoulders. jason's grip tightens on your thighs, fingers sinking gently into your skin as he keeps you exactly where he wants you—open and vulnerable beneath him.

he thrusts slow and deep, taking his time, watching how your mouth parts, how your eyes flutter closed with every firm push of his hips. you can feel every inch of him inside you, thick and perfect, stretching you deliciously. your fingers slide up from where you clung to the sheets, moving instinctively toward him, needing to touch, needing to anchor yourself to him.

your fingertips first ghost along his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath the warm, soft skin.

his chest rises and falls heavily, muscles flexing beneath your touch, the rhythm of his thrusts never faltering. you trail your fingers higher, tracing the raised, pale line of his y-incision scar, the stark reminder of death and resurrection etched permanently onto his body. his eyes flicker downward, dark with a fierce hunger, but there's something softer there too—a vulnerability he rarely lets anyone see.

you trace the scar carefully, reverently, following the line over his collarbone, down the center of his sternum, and lower, between the defined muscles of his stomach. the contrast beneath your fingertips steals your breath away—the smooth softness of his stomach, the subtle curves of muscle beneath warm skin, the gentle give of flesh where his abs meet the softer, fuller plane of his belly. he shifts his angle slightly, pressing your bodies tighter together, letting you feel that softness rubbing deliciously against your clit with each slow push.

"fuck, baby," you gasp softly, arching beneath him. he smirks slightly, eyes heated and heavy, gripping your thighs tighter as he rocks into you a little harder, a little deeper, each stroke dragging you closer to the edge.

"like touching my scars, sweetheart?" he rasps, voice thick with pleasure, with need, with something deeper and infinitely more tender.

you nod shakily, fingers still tracing the lines, exploring every inch of him. "they're beautiful," you whisper honestly, your voice breathless, sincere. "you're beautiful, jay. every part of you."

his rhythm falters slightly, his gaze softening even further, eyes wide with surprise and something vulnerable, something aching.

he leans down carefully, folding your body until you're nearly doubled beneath him, until his lips brush gently against yours, soft and tender. your hands cup his face as you kiss him deeply, slowly, pouring every ounce of love and appreciation you have into the kiss, your hips rocking up to meet every thrust, chasing that sweet friction of his soft tummy against your sensitive clit.

his breathing grows ragged, his pace picking up again, hips slamming into yours with renewed urgency. your fingers tangle into his dark hair, holding him firmly as you moan into his mouth, pleasure quickly spiraling out of control, tipping you over the edge with a sharp cry. he follows seconds after, groaning your name into your mouth as he spills inside you, hips twitching, body shuddering in your arms.

afterward, he collapses gently against you, careful not to crush you, breathing heavily as you continue to softly trace his scars. he presses a kiss to your forehead, murmuring quietly against your skin.

"thanks for loving all of me," he whispers softly, voice raw and achingly sincere. "don't know what i'd ever do without you, dollface."

and you smile, pulling him impossibly closer, kissing the tip of his nose. "always, jay."