it’s when you talk close enough

he was trying to be playful, climbing onto you while you were on your stomach on your phone. he meant to kiss your neck a little and ask what you wanted for dinner. but as soon as he's on you with his weight and warmth, you're soaked. and jason... well, he senses that something's different because you get unusually quiet and limp, so he starts to get off and that's when you choke on a whimper because his hips are pressed against your ass and all you can think about is his fat cock inside of you while he holds you down.

and jason doesn't remind you very often of your size difference but it sneaks up on you sometimes, when he pulls you closer like it's nothing or when he leans down to hear you better. but you've never been fully confronted with jason's size and strength like this. jason's always been very careful to avoid that sort of thing, never wanting to scare you. he knows he's big and stocky and can do a lot of damage with his brute strength. and then on top of that, jason's highly competent and skilled in different types of combat. he doesn't take it personally if it's crossed your mind just who exactly you're dating and how offputting that might be. he gets it. that's why he tries to make himself as small and gentle as possible.

well, fuck that. your pussy throbs so hard it hurts. you're dizzy from how quickly blood rushed down to your clit. if jason's dick hardens against you like this, you're going to start whining. and if he pushes into you like this, chest to your back, legs trapping yours, mounting you inch by inch, you might black out from how hard you'll cum.

you're getting wetter just thinking about it, how jason's got a huge cock and fat balls and all you've got is a gushy little cunt that's so easy for him. so easy indeed that whenever he pulls your panties down and pushes the tip in, you start whining and gushing even more. you get lightheaded when jason pulls you flush to his chest and fucks you like that, molds you to his body so he can be as close as possible. when he's got his mouth by your ear, moaning and kissing you, it's the peak of your bliss. you'd let him do anything he wanted.

this is that except now you feel like prey, like you let yourself be caught. your breath is a little thin from being trapped against the floor and your ears are hot from the pressure. you want more.

and jason doesn't get it! doesn't get that he could mount you like a stud and empty his balls into you for hours and all you'd do is brace yourself on your knees and spread wider and let him. doesn't get that all he has to do is enter you from behind and keep you pressed against him and you'll squirt and squeeze him while he takes what he wants from you. he's always so damn gentle, even timid at times, wary of hurting you. you want him to turn his strength onto you.

you think of the time jason maneuvered you without a hitch from a sitting position on his dick to fucking you very tenderly on your back. the thrill of his strength rushes back to you and you imagine him trapping your arms against your sides and lifting you however he wants like you're a cock toy. just a vessel for him to dump all his cum.

"y'okay? should i get off, honey?" jason asks, and why the fuck is he still soft? you're about to cream your shorts and jason's still soft and careful, stuck and confused by your reaction.

"get hard," you beg, trying your best to wiggle around and help the process. you need jason hard. need his fat dick pressing into you. jason can't hide it when he's hard, and that embarrasses him, having a cock and balls so big that he can't hide when his body is aroused. you can picture it now, jason swelling up in his sweats, straining against the fabric. he'd leave a wet spot if you rubbed against him for a while, too eager to stop himself from leaking through his briefs. he's always so flustered when you grind on him and let your pussy catch on his dick, let him know how badly you need him inside of you.

"huh?" he asks, genuinely bewildered. "wait, baby, wh—"

"c'mon," you whine, dragging out the word. you're desperately rubbing against his cock while he's on you. "my clit's hard. want your dick inside. hold me down and stick it in."

and it works. jason's hardening against your ass, blood swelling him up. it takes a minute and you're relentless as jason gets bigger and bigger. you're panting now, gagging for it. jason slides a hand under your stomach, unsure. you rut against him, so eager to be fucked.

"a-ah," he hisses, wondering how it got to this point, how there's friction from your wet panties rubbing against his sweats. now he's dizzy too. "hold you down?"

you practically purr.

"yeah," you say, blindly wrapping an arm around his neck so he knows not to go anywhere. "yeah, yeah, hold me. fuck me." you wiggle under him, impatient. why isn't he grabbing your hips and breeding you already?

his pubic bone is pressed against the slope of your ass, chest to your back. he's so goddamn big, all muscle and fat and strength. you test his weight on you and you can't move. the realization makes you whine, high and long.

"hm? want me to let you up?" jason asks, sweet as always.

you shake your head. "no, no, fuck me. stay on me. make me feel it."

slowly, jason rests more of his weight on you. you whine, arching against him as much as his weight allows. you bump his cock with your ass and he groans.

"fuck, what—how'd you get like this? what'd i do?" he asks, breathing hard.

you whine. "nothing. that's the problem! start fucking me, jason."

so he does, because if there's anything jason is good at with you, it's doing what he's told. what a good dog.

he pushes in slowly, carefully, and you yowl like you're in heat, fingernails scraping against the carpet. as soon as he's in all the way, you're thrusting back and forth a little, your stomach to the floor, legs bent and spread as far as they'll go. it's like a nice little yoga stretch, except you're stuffed full with a cock that was made to breed. if it was up to you, you'd keep jason tied up and hard, ready for you to sit on him whenever you want.

and then you start to feel it. his fat balls are slapping against your cunt. you get so wet when you spot the imprint of them in jason's sweatpants or through his towel. how he walks around without a second thought, you don't know. if you had a horse's cock like his, you'd be pushing it into a drippy little cunt whenever you could.

maybe that's what's so good, the fact that you know jason's pleasure is overwhelming, that it's hard to think when he's straining against his zipper and he's cupping himself in desperation, humiliated by his obvious arousal yet unable to do a thing about it. and yet he always shows self-control. he won't even mention how hard he is to you unless it's you pushing against him like you are right now, cunt hot, mind cloudy, your body throbbing at the idea of jason pushing into you.

jason starts whimpering, moans clenched tight. you know he's embarrassed about liking you under him so much. he's supposed to be this hulking mass of control and intimidation and sharp wit, and then you start rubbing against his dick, and all of that goes out the window.

jason's still holding back. you know he can do more.

you drag his hands to cup your tits. jason whines like this is the first time he's getting to touch you.

"see how big you are?" you say. "i can't do anything, you're so big. all i can do is take it while you get hard and fat and hold my tits and fuck my pussy. how does it feel, being this strong, knowing you can knock me up whenever you want?"

"don't–don't wanna take you," jason pants. "just wanna give ya what y'want—"

"what i want is for you to give in," you snarl, squeezing jason. he keens, babbling for mercy. "stop holding back."

his breath is hot on your neck. he grunts as he adjusts himself, bracing his legs. big hands fondle your tits, flicking the nipples with his thumbs. you're his.

"'kay, baby," he says, your shoulder blades pressed to his pecs. "gonna give you what you want. anything. give ya anything."

and then jason starts to fuck you. and he doesn't hold back. you scrabble for purchase with your hands but it doesn't matter because soon, jason shifts so one arm is trapping your arms to your front. his other hand goes to your clit, rubbing ferociously. you're gasping and jason's breathing hard, his teeth resting on your neck.

you wish you could see yourself in a mirror right now, getting bred by your boyfriend. you wish you could see the sweat on your face, the way you're dwarfed by him on you. you imagine the visual of your helplessness; all you can do is let jason give you your pleasure while he takes his in the process.

"c'mon, baby, c'mon, c'mon," he's saying, muscles rippling with effort. you can feel his stomach on your back, his legs on either side. you're completely engulfed by him. your tits are squished under his arm, and every other part of you is sandwiched between him and the floor.

"c-close, close," you choke out, and jason makes a low, satisfied noise.

"good. wanted this so bad? got wet and soft thinkin' about it?"

you nod, eyes squeezing shut. the pleasure is so acute and sharp, it almost hurts. your body pulls tighter and tighter until—

jason growls when you go limp from your orgasm, like you're prey that's been bitten into submission. he isn't far behind, and when jason comes, it leaks out of you like it always does, always too much. your cunt is thick with his cum and yours, messy and so relaxed, you can't control how it spasms as jason shifts inside of you.

he kisses your jaw, giving you both a moment to breathe and come down from your high. "wassit good?" he asks, genuine as always.

affection: how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?

jason peter todd is soooooo affectionate. when he loves, he loves. he shows his affection through acts of service. growing up he gained praise by doing things so it’s ingrained in his brain to do things for someone. it’s obviously different when it comes to you because he does it out of love and not obligation. if you’re feeling sick, he’ll make you soup and bring it to you in bed. someone harrasses you in the street? suddenly they go missing!

body: what is their favorite feature of you?

your eyes. the eyes never lie, plus he knows how to read a person’s body given his job. the way you look at him like he hung the moon and stars never fails to calm his nerves. 

comfort: how would they help you when you feel down?

as said before, acts of service. he will do everything and anything in his power to make you happy. if all you want is him to skip patrol and lay in bed for 48 hours straight, he’ll call someone to take his shift. (batfam takes his shifts willingly because they love you too and if you need jason then they’ll cover.) he’ll engulf you with open arms and open ears.

dreams: how do they picture their future with you?

i hc he has attachment issues, once you guys have a strong and solid bond, that’s it for him. he doesn’t know what the future holds and his occupation giving him tomorrow is a blessing in itself, so once he’s sure of you you are all he wants and needs. i don’t know if he would ever want to leave gotham given his passion to protect it but i think he would want a house, a solid place to go home to. reluctantly, he lets bruce guys help you guys build your dream house in the safest area possible.

equal: are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

he needs someone who can support him as much as he supports you. he can’t have someone so dependant on him, his job does that enough. you’re his safe space, he wants to be able to come home and not talk or decompress alone without hurting your feelings. it’s a 50/50, until one of you needs to pull more weight so the other can breathe. 

fight: would they be easy to forgive you? what are fights like?

it depends on how bad the fight is, sometimes you both have to sleep in separate rooms because of how stubborn you or both of you are, but tension never lasts more than a day. he’ll always forgive you though, always (unless you cheat on him or intentionally hurt him) because you’re his baby and he’s been through a lot so he refuses to lose you over things you guys can both fix. you have to have an open mind as well though! like stated before, it's a give and receive relationship, you need to want him as much as he wants you!

gifts: how do they feel about receiving/giving gifts?

he’s soooo shy, to know he’s being thought of? for you to give him something just because makes his heart beat so loud. i think because of his financial issues growing up, gifts are hard. he likes to save money and he does things to show you love with what he has (like skills), so to be given gifts makes him feel so full. you like to buy him wonder woman merchandise and he cherishes it. hell, you could give him a rock you painted and he’ll treat it like gold. it’s all because you gave it for him. you did something for him!

his love language may be acts of service (on top of physical touch), he still gives you gifts but things like just because flowers, or silly knick knacks that he saw you stare at too long (i love trinkets so that’s me projecting). there’s a cafe on the other side of town but you’re busy working? he’ll surprise you at work during your break with your treats. this man loves you!

honesty: do they have secrets that they hide or do they tell their s/o everything?

obviously he doesn’t go around telling everyone he’s red hood. so for a while he keeps it from you, being careful to keep you out of public eye so you aren’t a target. when your relationship becomes more serious then he’ll sit you down and confess. (i love the concept of his s/o already knowing because red hood always appears by them when they’re out in public. you’re alone waiting for the bus? oh look! red hood!) he’s very nervous to tell you because he does kill, he has done some bad things and he loves you very much (please don’t break his heart.) 

he squishes you in a hug when you accept his true identity and gives you a device that allows you to contact him whenever you have an emergency. 

(you had a feeling since he made sure your apartment was very secure early on into your relationship, he taught you some self defense. oh and don’t forget the knife you found behind your tv.)

insecurity: is there anything they’re insecure about in your relationship?

his scars. (me personally, i could never care about a person’s scars. it’s sad people think they’re ugly.) he has a really hard time coming clean about what his chest looks like and how it happened (i like the concept of him having an autopsy scar.) it takes a really long time for him to not only show you but allow you to come close to him in that state. you’re completely understanding and always respect his boundaries. 

you reassure him that you love him for him and not his looks, but you remind him daily that he’s very handsome. coming back looking completely different does a lot to one’s perception of themself.

even when dating for a few years, you know better than to stare to long at his scars. it has nothing to do with him not trusting you, but mentally for him it’s hard to swallow. the first time you traced his scars and kissed them he cried because you touch him with such gentleness even though the scars are there because of pain.  

jealousy: do they get jealous easily, how do they deal with it?

very jealous! not insecure but just possessive, you are his and his only. he’s very tall so no one tries anything with him around anyway and if they do then.. he’ll deal with them later!

you told him to always tell him how he feels but he makes it obvious when he pulls you in front of him to shield you from the world. 

he knows when to hold back though, he knows you’re strong and capable, he just wants to protect you as much as he can. 

kiss: what was your first kiss like?

like him, the absolute sweetest. it was on your second date, you mentioned how you loved to look at the stars but never went stargazing so he made his personal mission to do so. 

he drove you to a secluded area on his bike, a blanket on the ground and two lanterns. he also packed a few drinks and snacks for you both to enjoy. as the sun set, the moon lit up the sky and the stars twinkled around it. 

yes he is that boyfriend to look at you instead of the view because to him you are the universe.

it’s nearing 10pm and it starts to get cold, you gives you his jacket even though he told you it would be cold, and as he looks at you he starts to close the gap, “can i kiss you?” you answer by putting your hands on his face and meeting in the middle to a sweet kiss. you kiss until the crickets start to get too loud around you and he kisses you again before parting to go home. 

love confession: how would they confess their feelings?

he confesses his feelings through acts so you have to be the one to actually say something. jason knew he liked you after your first date but he hesitates, he’s not afraid of being rejected (he is). he always walks you up to your door and waits for you to get inside before leaving, or pulls you towards the other side so he closest to the road. he confesses his love in the way he always picks you up from work, how tight he hugs you after a hard patrol. despite how rough his hands are, he holds your face softly when he kisses you. when you finally tell him how you feel he’s internally jumping with joy, he grabs your face again and smashes your lips together. 

“i’ve wanted you for so long.” “well why didn’t you say something silly!” “i wasn’t sure!” “we’ll work on that together” 

marriage: do they want to get married? how do they feel about it?

he doesn’t need a certificate to know you’re the one he wants to watch every sunset and sunrise with but if you want a wedding then he’ll help plan it with you. it’s not something that scares him, he just doesn’t think about it. having anything traditional and normal is a long shot for undercover heroes but for you he’ll try.

nightmare: what is their greatest fear in your relationship?

judgement, loss. losing you, in death or you not loving him, makes his blood run cold anytime the insecurity slips in his mind. he can get quite worked up if you’re reckless, he scolds you for not being aware of your surroundings or not having secure locks to your home. 

he’s also terrified of judgment, he craves to be seen and loved wholly with no conditions. 

obvious: how transparent are they with their feelings?

in the beginning of your relationship he’s pretty dodgy, he hides his feelings because he doesn’t want to be a burden and bother you. he’s used to having to do things alone, he knows he can. you have to remind him a lot that he’s not a bother and that you do what you do because you love him. you learn how to clean his wounds and sew for the nights when things hurt to much to do alone. it hurts your heart to know how often he’s had to bear things alone so you make sue he knows that with you around he’s never alone.

over time he’s more honest, he relies on you like a lifeline. 

pet names: what kind of nicknames do they have for their s/o?

you’re his sweetheart!! his baby! the love of his life!! his honey!

he definitely likes you tease you though, calling you sugar, or pumpkin. 

quality time: how do they spend time with you?

dates when he doesn’t have patrol that night, he’ll take you out for lunch or drive around the city. at night, when he’s off, gets off patrol early or just needs a breather, you both lay on the couch in the living room. you make him a warm cup of tea and let him lay in your lap as he reads, your hands in his hair, weaving through the soft strands. the tuft of white hair is your favorite, you like to twirl it in between your fingers. he enjoys the quiet with you, its comfortable and he can feel any pressure and tension leave his body as you caress his face. 

if you like to binge shows or do little crafts he’ll join or you continue reading, making sure a part of him is touching you in any way. if you’re on the floor doing crafts, he’ll have his leg stretched out and touching your side, if you’re watching tv he’ll have you in his lap. sometimes you’ll both wake up on the couch or he’ll carry you in the room.

romance: how romantic are they? what do they do to make their s/o happy?

i like to think he’s a romantic, or tries to be. give him a break, he died at 15 and woke up years later. he’s getting the hang of life again so romance doesn’t come easily but from what he’s seen on tv and in books he tries! he holds your hand or puts an arm around your shoulder and brings you close when you guys are out in public, he opens every door for you and pulls out your chair. if you open your own door he closes it and reopens it lmfao.

you like to push his buttons a bit by opening your own door or pulling out his chair. it’s cute how he huffs and pouts.

support: how do they show support to their s/o?

he will cheer you on and support you on any goal you have! he gives advice, asks the batfam (not bruce lmao) if they know how to help or achieve such a goal. he helps you out if you need money even though you tell him not to, he does anyway.

thrill: do they like routine or prefer trying new things every so often?

with his job, i think some kind of routine would be good for him. he doesn’t have to be alert or left wondering, he comes home and you’re home as you said you would be, you’re in the shower after getting off of work and you’ve amazingly prepared dinner. 

he wakes up and you tug him to sleep in longer, sometimes you exercise with him but he doesn’t force you to of course.

i think he would really need stability. 

understanding: how do they show they’re understanding of their s/o’s needs?

like stated before, he shows his understanding in the little things he does, he always gets them what they want or need even if his partner mentions it one time. if you want some space he’ll give you that but not without making sure you stay safe and take care of yourself!

he cooks for you both to make sure you eat! he needs to stay fit and healthy and with you in his life he makes sure you stay healthy too!

value: how important are you/is your relationship to them?

your relationship is the most important thing to him. he could be in the middle of a shootout and if you call him he’ll quickly reply, “i’ll call you back in 15, okay sweetness? yes dear i’ll be safe. i love you most.” 

weird: any quirks?

sometimes his eyes glow green 😁

xoxo: favorite place to kiss? how do they hug you?

he loves to kiss the pulse point on your wrist and neck, it’s his reminder that you’re here with him. it grounds him and he loves the feeling of your heart beating faster when he’s near.

especially when you guys are sleeping, he kisses your neck a lot, he loves how soft the skin is. (you will in fact wake up with marks on your neck, bites and or bruises.)

he likes to hug you and your your head to his chest or blanket around you from behind. if you’re cooking he drapes himself over you and will help you or just poke and tickle you until you shoo him away which causes him to whine, “you hate me, my girlfriend hates me.”

yearning: how do they handle missing you?

not well! he makes it everyone’s problem, the other robins always texts you pictures of him brooding around the manor because he has to be away from you. you have an entire album and collection of him sadly pushing his food away like a child or sprawling on the couch.

his ears turn all red when you show him the pictures and he claims it’s photoshop until you pull up the video dick sent you of jason talking about how much he misses your cooking and the blankets you always had on the couch. 

he gets irritated at not seeing you, being a little more brutal when against villains, sadly wrapping his hands in bandages because you usually do it for him. he ignores the glares damian and tim give him for being a sap.

zzz: what are they like to sleep with? are they the big spoon or little?

he runs cold surprisingly, but you enjoy it. you fall asleep very fast because of how refreshing it is to lay on a cool and soft surface. you never have to kick the blanket off at night because of him. 

he is the little spoon! he loves to be held and cradled! his favorite sound is your heartbeat, he knocks out instantly, nightmares don’t happen when he’s wrapped in your arms. of course there are nights when you can’t escape his hold but you like it that way anyway.

You feel a sneeze coming on and try to stifle it, to keep it locked tight in your lungs so you won’t wake the love of your life from the rare bit of peace and quiet he gets. You make no noise, but the shaking of your body stirs him anyway. Damn vigilantes and their preternatural awareness. He hums lazily as he pulls you further into his chest. You think he might be able to doze back off and you’re glad for it. Then your hopes are dashed. One, two, three sneezes wrack your body in succession and you are finally forced to admit defeat.

“Are you sneezing?” Jason asks, groggy but inquiring.

“…no.”

You don’t even know why you tried to lie to him. You’re a bad liar in most cases, and an absolutely abysmal liar when it comes to Jason. He simply sighs and you’d bet twenty dollars that he’s rolling those pretty seafoam eyes of his. He easily turns you in his arms so that you’re facing him. Great, now you really won’t be able to lie to him.

“I told ya that you were gettin’ sick,” he scolds gently.

“‘M not sick!”

He did. And you are.

“Then why do you sound like the Swedish Chef from the Muppets?”

“Oh, fuck you!”

He tries to keep his face serious, but soon the facade cracks and he lets out a deep belly laugh as you glare at him. You push yourself out of his arms and make it as far as the edge of the bed before he’s pulling you back to him again.

“Aw, c’mon, ma. Don’t be mad. You are sick. Just admit it,” he says, voice kind as he runs his hand up and down your spine.

“Okay. Fine. Whatever,” you mumble, your words trailing off unintelligibly.

Jason doesn’t miss it. He never does. Fucking vigilantes and their fine tuned hearing.

“What was that?” he smirks.

You whisper it again, quiet as a mouse. He shakes his head. You smack him in the chest.

“Ah ah, I wanna hear it,” he laughs.

“I said you were right! There! You happy now?” you pout, burying your head in his chest.

You can feel the giggles travel through his body and find it impossible to fight the smile it brings to your face, even if your head feels foggier than Gotham after a heavy rain. You squeeze him tight, a sudden aggressive love for him that you just need to let out. It does nothing to his strong frame. He just squeezes you back, then manhandles your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He rises from your bed like you weigh nothing to him, hefting you into the air so that you’re better positioned.

“C’mon, we’re makin’ soup.”

One thing about Jason Todd is that he’s an amazing cook. He didn’t cook much for himself before he met you. He’s told you he didn’t see any point when cheap takeout would fuel his body just fine for whatever fight was inevitably coming for him. But now he has both the reason and the time to care. And he cares. So much.

You can see it in the way he sets the chicken to bake while he tells you about the new book he got from the bookstore down the block. You can see it in the way his skilled hands, calloused and bruised, slice the carrots razor thin because he knows you hate the crunch of them. You can see it in the barely noticeable look of pride on his face as all the ingredients simmer in the big metal pot, giving your shared home a warm aroma of comfort. You can see it in the fact that everything he needed for this was already in your kitchen, in the fact that none of it was there when you fell asleep last night while he was on patrol. Jason cares. He cares from the tip of the stubborn curl that sticks up on the top of his head to the soles of his feet that guide you in a slow waltz around the kitchen.

“I know you probably aren’t too hungry, but I need you to try to eat at least one bowl for me,” he says in his gentlest negotiation voice as he puts a bowl of chicken noodle soup on the counter.

You nod your head that’s tucked against his chest, sniffling as you feel your nose start to run. Without missing a beat, Jason pulls a tissue from the pocket of his pajama pants and hands it to you.

“And you’re takin’ cold medicine the second you get some food in you.”

He’s not asking anymore, just stating facts.

“Gonna stay up all night watching me too?” you ask teasingly.

“I might,” he retorts.

“I love you too, Jay.”

He goes rigid momentarily before he relaxes against you. Then a soft smile breaks out on his face. He chuckles and shakes his head, turning his face away from you. But you can be observant too. You don’t miss the way pink dusts his cheeks and, oh, he looks so pretty like this. You tell him as much just to watch the soft pink turn to vibrant red.

“Shut up and eat your soup.”

One bowl of soup and a disgusting shot of cold medicine later, you find yourself wrapped in the arms of your lover as you both lounge on the couch. Jason reads the new book he was telling you about as you listen to music, dozing in and out of consciousness. It’s not your fault he makes such a great pillow; his large body is warm and soft as he lies relaxed on your sofa. Every now and then, especially when he thinks you’ve fallen into a light sleep, he’ll place a featherlight kiss on the top of your head.

You may not be a vigilante or The World’s Greatest Detective, but you can put all the pieces of the day together well enough. Carrying you out of bed, making you soup, letting you rest on him, the soft kisses and touches he flutters over your skin; it’s all his way of saying he loves you when the words themselves are simply too much or not enough. But the words are enough for you. You swear that you’ll go to your grave finding all the prettiest ways to tell him just how much you love him. Because you do.