One Of My Favorite Things Ever Is To Write Jason In A Relationship Where He Gets All The Love He Deserves,

JASON TODD who is not very good at hiding what he wants. oh, he’ll try. he’ll cradle the side of your face, kiss you softly, slow, and treacherously tender—and he’ll try to play it off when you tease him. but that hunger is unmistakable, it’s deliciously obvious on his tongue, and it’s painfully irresistible. one look into those eyes, and you’re done. clothes adorned across the floor, plucked like flower petals all in a second. he’ll have you laid out beneath him on the bed, kissing every inch of you like a solemn prayer before dinner. tightly grasping onto your hips, pulling you closer, and closer, and closer—until he shudders, breath heavy and skin damp, pressing his forehead against your own, a pretty little curse escaping his mouth. “....fuck.”

𝐿𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀 𖹭 she/her. jason todd’s stargirl. romance novel enthusiast. sixteen. christian. infp-t. hopeless romantic. anthophile. written by 𝒮abrina carpenter. singular act i girlie. lipgloss addict. professional diva.

current read: reading the right move, liz tomforde. ㅤ current watch: summer strike.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“i did ask if it came in black, but then i thought... ㅤㅤㅤnah, you’d just get all jealous.”

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎baby, i’m preying on you tonight!

JASON TODD held a presence as strong as liquor. every second with him was intoxicating. he left you trashed, wrecked, hammered, smashed, and every other word there possibly was for drunk. from the moment you saw him, you wondered how’d he taste in the rain, and just like that, you became an alcoholic.

your traitorous heart battered against your chest, and his lips found the pulse in your throat like it was pure instinct. his bothersome shirt was long gone now, and your hands were wandering along his skin, tracing his scars like they were beautiful cracks in the concrete, split like a meandering river. you were tempted to plant kisses in between them like flowers.

“hands are cold.” he mumbled against your neck.

“sorry..” you whispered back, your hands finding retreat over in his hair. he shook his head lightly, silently telling you your apology wasn’t necessary.

ugh, he was a terrible addiction. and like every addict, you were attached to him. you couldn’t leave him, you couldn’t quit him whenever you wanted. you weren’t fooling anyone, all talk no bite, you gave in everytime. flames danced over everything he touched, and you were so, so cold anyway.

his mouth returned back to yours, his kisses full of tongue and hunger, like he was starving. he fit so perfectly against you though, like he belonged right there and nowhere else. it hurt whenever he pulled away, and ever so cruelly, he did.

“i want you.” he said it like it was a promise, and he wanted to keep it—keep you so badly.

“i’m yours.”

OMG??? I WOULD LOVE TO!!!!! 💞💞

@jtoddsangel will you be my lawfully wedded wife

building legos with JASON TODD ♡ specifically the batmobile

“jason... that is not how it's supposed to go.”

“i've been in the real damn thing before, i'm pretty sure i'd know which pieces go together.”

“well clearly, you do not.” you mutter, your expression pinched with mild annoyance as you try to break apart two extremely rude lego pieces that just refuse to cooperate.

noticing your struggle, jason takes them and separates them effortlessly and easy, as if he's opening some pickle jar.

“leave the job to the professionals, babe.” he teased, the corners of his mouth turning into an obnoxiously handsome and boyish grin. you stare unamused.

“i am going to purposely leave a lego out so you step on it.”

“wow. now that is cruel.”

“i know.” you sigh theatricality, as if it pains you to make such a threat. “i truly am a sweet girl, don't make me resort to such tactics.”

a fraction of a laugh escapes his throat. “i didn't even do nothin’ wrong.”

“uhm, yes you did. you were being stubborn.”

he hummed, not convincingly agreeing with you. “right. how will i ever make it up to you, doll?”

you pretend to think for a long moment, “a kiss will do.”

he didn’t waste a single second before kissing you, his scent immediately mingling with your senses, like the moon flirting with the stars, dazzling the sky.

eventually, he pulled away, but he continued to linger, his nose gently brushing up against yours, promising another kiss later.

“apology accepted?”

“apology accepted.”

this is so boyfriend jason todd coded <3

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ she’s a jason todd girlie .ᐟ

JASON TODD who bears the weight of an entire universe inside his heart. you can hear it when he holds you—every pulse of blood a testament, every breath a nebula born. and his kisses are like stars, each burning with an unique intensity. some are passing, breif, and soft. those stars are born when he steals a kiss before patrol, or when he uses them as an apology for leaving bed so early. some are almost blinding, earth shattering and consuming. but your favorite star is the one right in between. soft-mouthed on your neck, hands on your waist, tracing your own universe.

kissing for the sake of science <3

𓄴， ﹙ ♡ ﹚ 𝓢HORT N' SWEET ! ◌ 𓈒 ׄʬ

💌 — JASON TODD ᶻ𝘇𐰁

𖥻 . sabrina carpenter!reader( minus the singer part ). reader curls her hair. fem!reader. random names,, cherries !!( not really. ) grammatical errors. reader curls her hair. fluff.

REQUESTED ; SUGGESTED : : @jtoddsangel : : hiii i've never actually requested anything before (so i'm kinda nervous idk lol) but i just love love love your writing soo .. can i request jason with a reader who is basically just like sabrina carpenter. the humor, the curls, the everything you know and tysm sweet angel <3 xoxo

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ᨦ𓏲 ، ݃♟❜ : : AAAA, TANIA !! vv happy i was the first ever 😋. hi , hi . by s. carpenter i had NO idea if that includes her being a singer :/// so, so, so, so, sorry if i got your req wrong 💔. i also tried to make it seem s. carpenter 😭 ( the writing, since the pov is leaning more on reader's side. ). i feel like i made it seem dirty ,, like. oh. alwd. pretend it's not idk,, i tried using big words, but i was like. "ion think it matches the vibe" so no no. short n sweet bc it's short af & lip gloss r sweet( at least mine is)

"jay. jay. jay. pick up. pick up. pick up."

you're lying on your stomach, legs kicked up, voice half-way between dramatic urgency & well, shenanigans as you chant into your phone. your bedroom is filled with the scent of strawberries, vanilla, & you. & “you” means chaos. you just curled your hair ( again ), & you're wearing an over-sized baby tee that reads "sassy since birth" because, are you not?

"hello?"

oh, his voice. scratchy. tired. confused. jason todd.

"hey, do you believe in lip gloss soulmates?"

"..what?"

"i'm testing a hypothesis. research. come over. like now. code red. emergency."

"are you bleeding?"

"only from the heart. hurry, jay."

click.

& that left a very confused jason todd who arrives 11 minutes later. sometimes you wonder if he's flash's secret love child.

he's in his leather jacket ( duh ) & in a scowl that you know is very fake. you can tell by the way his eyes slightly soften when he sees you sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by…,

"are those all lip glosses?"

"you're so observant. meet my beloved children, jason."

"there's like fourteen."

"eighteen," you correct him, holding up two tubes like they're precious jewels. "but today, we're reducing it to the crème de la crème. the tastiest. the plushest. the kissiest."

he blinks. hard.

"this had better not be some tiktok thing."

"it's a me thing." you pat the pink plush pillow beside you. "sit, red hood. it's science."

"i'm not wearing lip gloss."

"who told you you were wearing it?"

that catches his attention. his head tilted a little, that obvi-obvious interest in his eyes, the same one he uses when somebody's being too polite in the narrows. suspicious. wary. 100% jason.

"explain."

"easy," you chirp. you twist a tube named peach please & apply it with without any small mistakes. jason observes the shape your mouth takes, & you could swear his eye winks. at least, you think he should wink.

"you tell me which one tastes the best."

"tastes?"

"mhm." you edge closer. the tiny scent of peaches blows between you. "how else are we supposed to know which one's the winner?"

he looks at you. the you're-pulling-me-into-your-shenanigans-again look. "you're ridiculous."

"you love it."

he does. jason todd loves you in all your mess, your arrogance, your jokes & sugar & sass & mess. did i say mess? he loves how you flirt like it's breathing & how your laugh makes the air feel fizzy.

"you want me to kiss you."

"so bad," you sigh dramatically. "for the sake of science."

his jaw clenches, & you knos he's struggling not to smirk. he whines like you asked him to sweep up evidence, but he leans in anyway.

peach.

sweet. soft. you're hardly touching him, just a little kiss, a peck. a test. his hand trembles like he wants to wrap it around your waist but doesn't.

"thoughts?" you ask, pursed lips.

"i didn't know they had flavors."

"he didn't know they had flavors," you tease in a gasp. "you think this gloss is just for shine?" like what's the point of the cute fruit shapes if it doesn't have flavors?

"i thought it was for aesthetics."

"aesthetics," you quote back, scandalized. like he just insulted every woman on earth. "baby, it's for taste. atmosphere. experience. okay next."

he blinks once more. you apply berry me alive.

he doesn't even hesitate this time. he leans in, his mouth grazing yours a bit longer. it leaves you a bit breathless. & perhaps a bit dizzy.

"better. tangier."

"mmh, tangy. we like that."

lip gloss #3 : : mint condition.

"whoa," he says, lips tingling. "this one tastes like i kissed a winter breeze."

"ooh, poetic."

"shut up."

lip gloss #4 : : coconut crush.

"tastes like vacation."

"i am a vacation."

"you're a full resort."

damn right, you are.

his voice is deeper now. warmer. fonder. like he could get used to this. you don't say anything, but your heart does a little spin. & your brain screaming “focus, bitch.”

lip gloss #5 : : bubble trouble.

"this is what pink tastes like," he grumbles, licking his lips afterwards. you laugh. he's so jason. very jason. super jason. literally jason.

lip gloss #6 : : vanilla vixen.

"classy. soft. like kissing a cupcake."

"awww."

he looks at you for a beat too long.

lip gloss #7 : : cherry bomb.

you don't say a word when you put it on. neither does he. the scent was strong. the air changes, this time, when he kisses you, it's not like before. it's definitely different.

longer. deeper. slower.

he kisses like he's starving.

like he's committing it to memory.

like this isn't a game anymore.

like he's done being patient.

when he draws back, you both look dazed.

"winner," he mutters.

you blink, lips kiss-swollen, hair curled & lovely & heart doing flips. your brain is probably malfunctioning. "duh. cherries always win."

"you set that up."

"me? with an agenda? never."

he squints his eyes, then does the unthinkable. he grabs the cherry gloss.

"...jay."

"what?"

"you're applying it to yourself?"

"yeah. for science."

he grins. & next thing you know, you're kissing him again.

& again.

& again.

cherry never seemed so sweet.

later, you both find yourselves on your bed, his jacket on the floor, your lip glosses messy like confetti.

"you gonna review it or what?" he whispers, thumb tracing the outline of your cheek.

"maybe. five stars. jason todd seal of approval."

he hums. "you're ridiculous."

"short n' sweet."

"hmm?"

"that's what this night is," you say drowsily. "short n' sweet."

he places a kiss on your forehead. "no. just sweet."

jason todd is so real. & he smells like leather, gunpowder, & now, he tastes cherry lip gloss. he's so, so real.

you win.

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