The Morning After

“It’s currently—” Jason leans back on the counter’s edge to glance at the clock, “—five in the morning.”

“We talked all night?”

The refrigerator’s light glows in the kitchen, casting its hue on you and Jason. You stay seated stubbornly on the counter. The cool surface biting into the bare skin of your thighs.

“I’m freezing.” You groan.

Jason coos. He moves to stand between your legs. Your head instinctively falls to his shoulders.

“Poor baby.” You can imagine the smug grin on his face. “Weren't you the one who decided not to sleep tonight–”

“But–”

“–to eat, what is this again?” He picks up the Ice-cream carton placed next to you.

“Ice-cream. I was craving something sweet.”

“No wonder you're freezing. Plus, we need to address your sweet tooth.” He laughs.

“I have a weakness for sweet things.” You place a chaste kiss on his cheek. Jason snorts. The corners of his lips curled.

You snatch the carton from his hands. Grabbing the spoon you take another bite. You can feel your mouth freeze as the cold spreads in your mouth.

“Oh no, poor baby–”

“Shut up, Jay.”

“Want me to warm you up?”

You give him a faux glare.

“How do you stay warm, anyway? You hog all the blankets, maybe that's why.”

He gasps. “No, I do not.”

“Take responsibility, Jason Todd. Warm my hands for me.” You reach out your hands in front him, fingers wiggling. The smile on your face reaches your eyes.

With a tender grip, he wraps your hands in his, the warmth of his palms spreading slowly into your cold fingers.

“I spoil you too much.”

“Kiss me,” you whispered.

He smiled, a pearl-iridescent grin that lures you in. “You always order me about.”

“Kiss me.”

“Now you want a kiss? Are you sure?” The corners of his smile curled, turning into a teasing smirk. “Because once I do, I might not be able—”

Your hands grasped the fabric of his collar and yanked him down.

His lips danced around yours. The taste of him seeped into you akin to honeyed nectar. His hands encircled your waist. Calloused hands fleetingly ghosted over your skin.

“I love kissing you.” You murmured.

“Spoiled.”

“Shut up. You love me.”

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Agreed on the latest post. Bust Jason in his shit real quick when he’s acting an ass and watch how fast he grins 😭

YOU GET MEEEEE

the first time you pop jason in his mouth for saying slick shit he smiles like the devil.

he exhales shakily, trying not to palm the growing hard on in his sweats.

“did you just put your fuckin’ hands on me?” he asks, a nasty kind of grin creeping across his face as he rubs his jaw. “don’t start somethin’ ya can’t finish, ma.”

little edit i made for my men, jason and dick 🙂‍↕️

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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.

"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

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.

tim: did you know demon spawn still sleeps with his stuffed giraffe? damian: is that so?? well i heard you still sleep with the night light on. jason: *walking past* you're both amateurs. tim: oh yeah? and what do you sleep with? jason: y/n.

Don’t Let Go 18+

Warnings: romance and everything that comes with it, very slight smut at the end 🚨

Notes: blah blah blah, my man my man my man 🫠

Jason holds your hand whenever he sees yours shake.

Any time you go to order at a restaurant, the words coming out stuttered and wobbly as you try to tell the waiter what you want, his hand finds your. Rough callouses holding your softer skin under the table, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand.

"You got this, princess."

Visiting his family at Bruce’s mansion (he insisted you call him Bruce) was no different. You sat through the fancy dinner, listening to Jason’s brothers try and tell you as many embarrassing stories as they could. He’d squeeze your hand when you laughed.

Then in the quiet, and not so quiet, moments in your bedroom. Jay’s body over yours, his eyes trained on your blissed out face as he rocked his hips into you. “Good girl. Good girl, mama.” Anchoring you, keeping you from drifting off on whatever cloud of pleasure he was creating, his hand in yours to remind you he was there.

↳ 18+ content, nasty rough wall sex ༉‧₊˚✧

"that's it, baby. just fuckin' take it,” jason todd groans into your ear, digging your back further into the wall. he’s split you open on his cock, sucking deep bruises into your neck and holding you with large and calloused hands under your plush thighs.

you whimper, head thumping the wall with your mouth hanging open and your arms clinging to him tightly. as if it’ll help you keep steady you clench around him, mewling his name and squeezing your eyes shut. quickly, as if correcting you, his hand grabs your face and your eyes shoot back open with the harsh thrust. his forehead rests against yours, husky whispers spilling out of him as he praises you. so perfect for me, he’d mutter, so perfect and all fucking mine. you gonna come? fuck, ma- lemme hear you.

he fucks you harder, if possible, making you rely solely on the 200+ pounds of muscle trapping you between himself and the flat surface. you slip, just a bit, and your nails dig into the scarred skin of his back. the groan that rumbles deep from his throat is mouth watering, even if drawn out by accident. still, you panic, frantically tapping his shoulder with the little composure you have. “jay- jason, I’m-“

“never, princess,” he cuts you off, propping you further up with his fingers digging into your ass and hip. “i’d be a goddamn idiot to let you go and you know that. don’t you, baby?” jason never lets you answer, though, continuing his almost mindless rant. yeah, i’ve got you, he grunts, relax and let me make you cum again. you want it? wanna cum all over this dick? give it to me, baby.

“oh fuck- jason!”

“you hear me?” you nod into his neck and bite, hard, cunt tightening and gushing around his length while he moans and mutters into your ear. goddamn, sweetheart- a hard and desperate thrust follows, there you fuckin’ go, makin’ such a pretty mess.