smut | fluff | cockwarming | domestic life with jason

after a long day, all you want is to sink into jason. all he wants is to help you relax, in anyway possible. rq

“strip.”

peeking over the edge of his novel, jason raises his brow at you. he watches as you drop your bag onto the table next to the door and stride closer towards him on the bed, comfortably reading.

“why hello my beautiful girlfriend, how was your day?” barely concealing his amusement.

you sigh as you pull off your shirt and toss it lazily onto the ground. “i had a horrible, terrible, miserable day. i’d like to have sex with my boyfriend if that’s okay with you.”

jason blinks and pulls off his glasses, revealing his pretty eyes.

“i mean that’s a lot of adjectives,” setting his glasses on-top of his book on the bedside table, scooting up further against the headboard as if inviting you in. “—and of course i’m not opposed, but don’t you wanna talk about it first ma?”

you don’t even think before answering. “nope.”

your man hates it when you squeeze yourself when he’s inside of you.

he hates being “rage-baited” by his brat of a girl who has his cock warmed inside of her sloppy folds. a callous smile adjacent with the faux innocent eyes of yours blinking at him as if taunting him with a what’s wrong.

and all he could do was fixate his lust replete orbs on the spread of your pussy around his engorged self, taking complete control of his entrance. he tries again, a cautious slow thrust too smooth from the wetness, but, no luck because you had clenched yourself (once again).

“quit it, baby” his pearly whites grinding, jaw fiercer.

oh he hated it. the sheer annoyance of having his cock struggle to go inside of you all because you decided to fucking play around. tightening the inner muscles of your cunt around his tip, shaft and all just to see that flustered struggling face of a proclaimed strong man—hm, not funny. at least, not for him.

“quit what?” a sweet cadence, just a facade, as your canines shone when you clenched again. and again. again. having him falter forward and slip out groans. “ah–damn–” his breath heavy on your spit smeared lips, his nipples brushing against yours and there came his odd request.

“can you keep doing that while i go in and out?”

MOMENTS LIKE THIS

Pairing: Jason Todd x F!Reader (but can also be genderneutral)

Rating: slightly mature! fluff! reverse comfort!

Warnings: not proofread, suggestive sexual content, established relationship, talks of scars (autospy scar specificaly the "Y"- shaped incision)

(i think thats it)

Summary: Dating a vigilante isnt exactly easy, especially one in Gotham City so moments like these where you can be together are the ones you both hold close to your hearts.

Author's note: This is my first time posting a full on fic so be nice to me please😭, I tried to be as accurate as possible with the autospy scar so if its not accurate im sorry.

Please enjoy!

It was one of those nights, the kind of night where Gotham was quiet boardering peaceful...well as peacful as a city like Gotham can be.

The kind of night where Jason can relax and just be Jason instead of the RedHood. The kind of night where he can be with you, in your shared apartment on the bed having a rare intimate moment nothing crazy or rushed just slow kisses and gentle touches.

You're on sitting on top of Jason one hand in his hair the other on his neck while his hands are on your hips gently moving your hips against him soft sounds leaving the both of you, as you get lost in each other

You slowly begin to move down to his neck pressing soft kisses down the column of his throat leaving red marks in your wake. Jason thinking nothing of tilts his head back with a breathless laugh "Where you going-" Until you reach the start of his autospy scar below his juglar notch placing a soft kiss before licking it softly only to feel jason's grip on your hips tighten before he lefts out a mixture of a gasp and whine

"B-baby, nngh w-wait-" he tries to let out but cuts himself off with another whine as you begin trail yoir kisses and small licks lower while softly caressing the diagonal cut running under his right clavical with your right hand and your left caressing his waist.

You're suddenly pushed back by a breathles amd flushed jason, his chest heaving up and down and his face almost as red as his vigilante mask his hands still on your waist "S-sorry, was that too much?" You ask just as breathless as him your hands reaching uo to hold his handsome face, concern etching onto yours "Y-yeah, f-fuck... its just- uhm" he gulps before continuing "No one's ever licked- my uhm scar before so it caught me off-guard..." he says looking away as if to hide his face from you.

You let out a soft giggle as you lean forward pressing a soft peck to his lips before pulling away a little to ask "Should I sto-" before yoir caught off by a quick "NO-" from Jason who quickly clears his throat before continuing more softer "N-no...I like it, I wanna keep going...if you still want too" throwing a shy look at you.

You bite your lip at an attempt to stop another giggle from escaping at his shyness as you lean down to press another kiss on his lips- this time longer before pulling away, "I still want too." You whisper softly to him before kissing him again.

It's moments like this where he's reminded that he is and will always be worthy of loving and being loved.

I LOVE THAT MAN SO DAMN MUCH😭

This is so bad omfg 😭😭😭 but thats just because its my first time doing this and im nervous as hell lmbooo.

Again, this is my first time posting one of my works so be nice but also feel free to leave any advice below!

Thank you guys so much for reading!

Summary: there was a heatwave in Gotham and you had the hottest repairman in the city

Warnings: oral (m!receiving), implied pinv

It was hot. You could list off every synonym you knew for hot, and none of them would do justice for what Gotham felt like at the moment. It was that kind heat that made your skin feel like it was melting. You were the luckiest girl in the world because your window ac was broken. It sputtered this morning before dying completely. If you had to imagine what living in a furnace was like, it was your apartment right now. The bright side? Your extremely sexy boyfriend was fixing your ac, shirtless. His effort to cool himself down was proving to be your demise, an insatiable heat between your legs.

You ogled him shamelessly from the couch, clad in just a tank top and shorts yourself. The tv was on, but it was nothing compared to the live entertainment you were watching. Jason’s skin was flushed red from the heat and frustration with the uncooperative machine. There was sweat dripping down his body. The drops traveling through every ridge and valley of skin and muscle. You would do anything to be a drop of sweat on Jason Todd’s body.

With a grunt and a slap to the ac, your prayers were answered as it started again. You and Jason let out synchronized sighs of relief as you both immediately felt its effects. The cool air was beginning to circulate the apartment, already making a huge difference. Jason turned around and smiled successfully at you. He made his way over to the couch running his hands through his sweaty black hair.

“That should do it babe. Now we hope the power grid doesn’t go, which, knowing Gotham, it probably will. If or when that happens, we are going to the manor,”Jason states, making you laugh. When he gets to you, he crouches down and sits on the floor next to you. Even from this angle, you had to look up at Jason. You took the time to appreciate all his features, before a wonderful idea came to mind.

(not a request btw, just a thought)

what happened to hi hello, hru… (used this as request anyway)

i’m sure jason would find it amusing though and not in a condescending way. no he’s genuinely fascinated about what makes you tick. he’d purposefully overstimulate you and run his other hand over your thigh to keep it open while he teases. fingers circling over and over as you’re just helpless to it. a couple tears might slip down your cheek too, while you writhe beneath him after he’s pulled another orgasm out of you for the nth time.

you’re left panting and gasping, clawing at his forearm while he shushes you with his forehead pressed to yours.

“no, come on,” he coos. “you could give me one more.”

he gapes as you do, mouth parting in just the way yours does. moaning out in a mimicking way but really it’s in awe. movements going rapid as you try to clench your thighs and he only digs his fingers into your flesh a little harder.

“jay,” whining as you beg for god knows what.

“i know ma,” voice soft as he presses his lips to yours though his movements do not falter as he rubs your clit just a little harder.

just enough for you to notice.

“you’re doing so good pretty girl.”

it’s like the dam overflows at just his words now. like it was enough to push you over the edge and he knows it. he’s always known your body so well as though he’s studied you.

just like that, you’re falling apart again. head falling back into the pillow as your jaw slacks open. jason follows you down, one hand hitching your leg around his hip now as the other slows only barely. a whimpering sound escapes you as he continues his tantalizing circles, making you ache though the peak and over into another. thighs shaking around him as he drops his mouth from yours to your breast, sucking around the peaked edge as you moan out his name.

you can feel his thick length pressing against your thigh but jason wasn’t done with you yet. at least not with teasing you.

jason’s insatiable and you knew that the night was hardly over.

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in the wayne manor, privacy was a privilege instead of a right— especially for you and bruce 

usually, both of you managed. everyone was always gone and even had their own places so it was more than enough for you and bruce to spend time together. 

but for some reason, everyone decided to stay over. and by everyone, i meant everyone— excluding duke, damian, cass and alfred since they were already permanent residents in the manor 

dick showed up with an overnight bag, jason already claimed one of the guest rooms, tim practically moved his entire work station back into his old room, and stephanie came to have a movie marathon with barbara and cass at the private movie theater 

don’t get me wrong, you loved when they would come over and stay. it made the manor feel less empty and cold and you loved catching up with them about their lives. but god, did they have the worst timing ever 

for example, you and bruce were in the kitchen in the middle of the night, sneaking kisses in while making tea. one thing could have led to another— if the lights didn’t turn on

both of you immediately froze, and standing in the doorway were tim and barbara. your hand was still gripping on bruce’s shirt and his hand was still resting on your waist 

both of their dark circles were equally heavy under their eyes, tim holding his laptop while barbara was holding two mugs for another coffee refill for both of them. the exhaustion in their face was obvious enough that they were pulling another all-nighter working on a case together 

neither of them said a word and just stared at you two. tim slowly blinked, his tired eyes moving from you to bruce and back to you again

barbara did the same but instead of continuing to just stand there, she walked in the kitchen with no care in the world and poured her and tim’s mugs full with coffee from the pot— like she didn’t catch you and bruce kissing in the kitchen 

she walked back and handed tim his coffee before closing the lights, leaving both you and bruce in the kitchen, completely confused yet mortified at the same time 

another time was when you and bruce got on the private elevator together— the one that went to the cave. 

and the minute the doors closed, his hand settled around your waist and yours gripped his collar. all so your lips can be on top of one another. 

it was just a few soft kisses at first, because neither of you wanted to risk getting caught again. but as the elevator kept moving— and because neither of you can apparently learn from your previous mistakes— the kisses turned less careful and more passionate

ding!

the elevator stopped and the doors opened. you and bruce quickly pulled your lips away and there stood jason, waiting for the elevator with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a drink

you and bruce could have gotten away with it— if it were not for the smeared lip gloss all over bruce’s lips, his hands still on your waist and your hands still gripping the collars of his shirt

jason’s face slowly dropped, mid pausing through a sip and staring at you and bruce for a good second to process what the hell he just saw

a beat of silence “jason—" “don’t. im taking the stairs”

and out of all the embarrassing moments you and bruce have been caught, this one automatically takes the cake. and as much as you would like to forget it, you can’t

for once the manor was empty. alfred was asleep, bruce came back early, and everyone was at patrol— except for damian and duke, who were still at the manor. unbeknownst to you and bruce

damian had to stay back because it was a school night and duke only patrolled during the day. so imagine the slight confusion and alert they had when loud bed creaks were coming from your bedroom. 

the first thing they thought? that there was an intruder in the manor, and it was attacking you and bruce

they ran and slammed the doors to you and bruce’s shared bedroom. a katana was already sheathed and ready in damian’s hands and duke already preparing to use his powers, both of them ready to take on the threat in the manor

nope, it was just you and bruce on the bed. naked. his large frame was hovering on top of yours, a blanket draped on top of his back and covering your bare bodies. thank god for that

but that still didn’t make it feel more awkward and embarrassing than it was you and damian screamed, duke shrieked an “oh SHIT” and bruce yelled “GET OUT. NOW!”

which successfully (and immediately) makes the two boys leave and slam the doors shut. you haven’t been able to look the boys in the eyes and bruce didn’t have the guts to even talk to them for about a week after the incident 

and from there, you and bruce realized that enough was enough.

“i’ve missed you. so much” bruce murmured on your lips, kissing you and feeling you up with no patience. “you have no idea how much i needed this” all you could do was moan in agreement, your hands sliding under his shirt and brushing your touch against his abs. they hardened under your touch and you swallowed a groan from bruce’s lips as a response

without breaking from the kiss, he laid your body down on the bed and interlocked your hands with his, bringing them up and trailing his lips down to your neck. you sighed and arched your body more from the mattress— not the one at home. hell, you two weren’t even at wayne manor

instead, you were at one of the many penthouses that were owned under the wayne name. and instead of returning home after a date night, you two were at the penthouse located in the heart of gotham—  far away from the manor, far away from the cave, far away from everyone. just what you and bruce needed

he pulled his lips back to take his hands off yours and bring them to your clothes, taking them off at such a hurried pace. and you were no different, panting and immediately taking his tie off before tossing it to the side 

you unbuttoned his shirt with shaky hands, fumbling with the buttons that made you grumble and bruce almost laugh. and when you had enough, you just ripped the shirt off him, the buttons popping and rolling somewhere on the floor before the shirt was tossed to the side

one by one, the fabrics of your clothes were no longer a barrier. and the moment bruce finally felt the familiar warmth and softness of your skin, he let out a breathless exhale before burying his face in your cleavage and holding your hips in place

you moaned when you felt his tongue lick a clean stripe right on your cleavage, your back instinctively arching more to his mouth and wrapping his waist with your legs. 

when you pulled bruce closer, he let out a muffled moan in your boobs from how wet you were. how your arousal was practically dampening the tip of his cock with his pre cum. how you were aching for his touch just as he was for yours

“need you, bruce” you whimpered, nudging his hip with the heel of your foot. and when he pulled his face out from your boobs and saw the look on your face, how could he refuse? when he too, was feeling the same and mirroring the same desperate look in your eyes

he took one hand off your hip to tilt your chin, meeting your lipstick-smudged lips with a slow, yet carnivorous kiss, swallowing your mouth and sliding his tongue in between your lips

when you moaned, he bit your bottom lip and let your chin go to grip your boob, squeezing and fondling with it in his large hand. it did nothing but make your muffled sounds grow on his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you

“let me hear more of you” bruce murmured on your lips, squeezing your boob again and even pinching your nipple to make his point. and just like what he wanted, a shaky gasp of his name left your lips and your body almost jerking as your response

slowly, both of you broke the kiss with a string of saliva immediately dissolving. pants were leaving your swollen lips as you stared at bruce, who was also catching his breath. bruce slightly shifted his position to take your legs off his waist and throw them over his shoulder, kissing your inner thigh and looking up at you. “you still know how to take me, sweetheart?” you nodded frantically as a yes, watching bruce sit up and hover his body over yours again. his hand was lining up his painfully hard cock to the entrance of your wet pussy, eyes never leaving yours

and the moment his fat tip was inserted in, all the sexual frustration you two were feeling for weeks immediately melted off. a sharp exhale left your lips, slightly digging your nails into his back while bruce groaned, resisting the urge to throw his head back from how tight you were sucking his tip in

“fuck, baby— fuuuck, i need you to relax for me” he panted, gripping onto your thighs to resist the urge to full-on slam his length in you. “can you do that for me?” a broken “uh huh” came from your lips as bruce started to slowly push more of his length in you. god, it’s been so long that your walls forgot how to accommodate his large size, fluttering and squeezing around his cock to re-memorize his length he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours, distracting you with a hot and messy kiss both of you groaned into with each push of bruce’s length

and once his cock was fully nested in you, bruce murmured on your lips. “thereee we go, that’s it.” he was still and buried to the hilt in you, so much so that a small but evident bulge showed on your stomach

soon, you broke the kiss, nudging with your heel with one whisper. “move” and god, you didn’t have to ask twice

months of not being able to touch each other, being interrupted every second, every second away from each other, were all about to be made up tonight. right here, right now

and all those frustrating attempts were forgotten the moment bruce moved in you, feeling the size and veins of his cock slowly drag in and out of your insatiable walls. the buzz, the sensation, the warmth- it all felt somewhat relieving 

“takin’ me so well, uh huh— fuuuuck, that’s my girl” bruce groaned on your neck with another thrust, the gummy walls of your pussy making his mind hazy and his grip on your plush thighs tighten. 

his hips started to pick up the pace, deepening each thrust and hitting all the right spots over and over. bruce couldn’t help but stare at your boobs, bouncing with each thrust and practically hypnotizing him.

your lewd sounds grew along with the wet skin slaps that were heard everywhere in the room. it all felt so so so good, especially after months of not making love with bruce

you pulled bruce in for a messy kiss, cupping his hands and moaning on his lips from how deep the depth of his thrusts were. “don’t— mph! dont stop” you gasped on his mouth, sliding your hand to the back of his head and deepening the open-mouthed kiss even more

a groan of your name left his lips, sliding his hands up to grope on your boobs and squeeze them again. bruce swallowed back a sharp exhale when he felt your pussy spasming around him like crazy, a high-pitched sound from your lips as his fingers pinched your nipples “missed the way she clenched around me— fuck, you’re so warm. been dreaming about this for months” “take it baby, take all of me”

“gonna make sure she never forgets my size, yeah? you want that, sweetheart?” the last thing you’d ever say is no

with one last sound, your orgasm washed on bruce’s cock without warning, clenching all over his length with dear life as he fucked you through your orgasm. small yet breathless murmurs of bruce’s name left like a chant, breaking the kiss to catch your breath from the intense yet life-changing orgasm you just experienced

“attagirl” bruce hissed from how your pussy got tighter, his thrusts getting sloppier and his cock twitching like crazy. “atta—“ thrust. “fucking” thrust. “—girl” thrust.

it wasn’t long before he bit on your shoulder with a moan and came in you, thick ropes of cum filling your cunt up to the brim and the lewd thrusts sounding more and more filthy by the second. the warm, sticky feeling made you sigh with pleasure

bruce’s hips slowed down before slowly halting into a complete stop, panting on your shoulder and feeling the aftereffects of his long-overdue orgasm all over his body. 

he picked his head up and god, were you a beautiful mess. hair spilled over the pillowcase, saliva and lipstick smeared all over your panting lips, hickeys decorating your soft skin. the afterglow of your orgasm made you look stunning under him the view made a soft, tired smile form on his lips absentmindedly, taking a hand and caressing your cheek. it made that lovestruck gaze in his eyes grow more when you turned your head with a smile and gave his palm a kiss, your hand on top of his

“i love you” three words that not only slipped out from bruce’s lips, but three words he would never take back. and three words that made your smile grow and gently pull him in for a soft kiss that gave him your response: ‘i love you more’

and for the first time in a while, there was nothing and no one to worry about. just each other

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(not proofread in the slighest pls forgive me....) its been sooo long since i wrote the first part of a fic like that lmaaoa that was so much fun

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cw: bicep biting, teasing, male whimpering, dry humping, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, talking you through it, hair pulling, he's described as big, back scratching, creampies, not proofread.

ⓘ Featuring how sexy Dick Grayson is for his pretty girl.

boyfriend!dick who muffles your moans with his bicep whenever you're staying over at his father's, cooing, "You need to be quiet" so his family won't find out how dirty you are, as if he isn't the one fucking into you so hard the headboard's slamming against the wall.

+ Bonus points: Whenever you finish, and he pulls back to see drool on his arm along with the teeth marks, he knows he did well.

boyfriend!dick who can spend hours teasing you before getting to work, with light brushes of his fingers up your thigh, light kisses to your lips, and rubbing the tip along your slit, but pulling back once you start begging him to just fuck you already.

Eventually, you wear each other down; you're moaning out his name & he's struggling not to finish in two minutes.

boyfriend!dick loves when you go down on him, fists clenching against the sheets as he struggles not to guide your head, biting down the sweetest moan every time you swirl your tongue around his blushing tip.

After he finishes in your mouth, he'll always wipe your lips clean & whisper how pretty you are in the shakiest, hottest tone known to man.

boyfriend!dick who tends to get a little needy & sometimes ends up dry humping you till he's creamed his boxers instead of just fucking you like he'd originally planned. Noting "it felt too good to stop" while letting out a choked laugh & burying his face in your throat.

He'll always joke about it afterwards. But it's kind of obvious at the moment how embarrassed he feels about it.

boyfriend!dick likes to finger you after a blowjob, scissoring you open on long fingers so he can stare at the wetness pooling on your skin while telling you just how sexy it looks to him & licks you clean after each orgasm.

He likes to give you at least two orgasms per one of his.

boyfriend!dick has grown used to your nails sinking into his back every time he bottoms out; he's even grown to like how every few thrusts bring the sweet sting of your nails scratching at him in sync with sharp moans.

boyfriend!dick who is well aware just how endowed he is & always takes it slow to let you adjust, making sure to whisper sweet little praises in your ear.

boyfriend!dick who has made himself well acquainted with your clit, happily goes down on you every time you're being bratty or not in a good mood, knowing his tongue can be an instant mood booster.

He always moans at the feeling of your nails scratching at his scalp, pulling & begging for more, loving the sensation of feeling your pleasure through the sharp tugs.

Dick Grayson does a specific thing with his tongue whenever he’s focused that drives you crazy. 

He doesn’t poke out his tongue in the usual way everyone might be thinking of, no. 

He starts by moving his tongue around his mouth and puffing out his cheek with it. Then, with his mouth slightly open, he licks his upper teeth slowly—so slowly it’s almost torturous. He even stays like that for a while without noticing. The best part comes when he quickly licks his lips and inmediately presses them together into a thin line and narrows his eyes.

Sometimes it doesn’t end there. Whenever he fails an attempt at whatever he’s trying to do, he throws back his head and a deep, frustrated, but goddamn sexy growl comes out of his mouth. 

This happens often, and you love it every single time. For example, right now: Dick trying to fix whatever was wrong with your apartment’s freezer. He is very focused, very sexy. 

You didn’t know what might be the problem with your freezer, you just knew that the floor under it was wet and all the food you had there was not frozen at all.

Dick, like a good boy and amazing boyfriend he was, offered you his help to fix it so you wouldn’t have to buy a new freezer. You, and your obsessed and horny ass, were not going to decline that offer. 

That’s why you were now sitting on the sofa, admiring your hot boyfriend, who didn’t have a shirt on, fixing your stuff. What a sight.

“Need help there, handsome?” You ask from the living room.

He leaves the flashlight on the floor next to him, before turning around to face you. “Nah, but I’m a little thirsty,” he says. A smirk making its appearance on his pretty lips teasingly. 

You stand up from your seat, walk to the sink, fill up a glass of water, and give it to him. “Have you found out the problem yet?”

He drinks the entire glass of water in one gulp and wipes his mouth with his hand. All of this while looking up at you with his deep, mesmerizing blue eyes. 

“No,” he says, giving the empty glass back to you. He frowns, clearly annoyed by his slow—almost nonexistent—progress. 

“You’ve been spending way too much time working on my freezer. I think you need to take a break…release some stress,” you suggest. Your intentions are clear, and Dick understands what you’re trying to say by just looking at your hungry eyes.

Dick chuckles, delighted to accept your request, and stands up. He picks you up bridal style and here’s when your fun begins.

And thank god Dick Grayson is a perfectionist with absolutely everything he does, that way you can see his reaction while he’s focused on you. 

© llovelygood

A/N: you know guys I'm not writing smut so you gotta imagine it...

Pairing: Jason Todd/F!Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: explicit sexual content, established relationship, possessive behavior, teasing, dirty talk, size kink, praise kink, manhandling, fingering, vaginal sex, creampie

Summary: Jason comes home early and finds you enthusiastically performing an obscenely dirty song while cleaning the kitchen. 

He’s content to enjoy the show until the chorus starts insulting something he knows for a fact isn’t small.

Author’s Note: written for this request

another silly fic for Jason haha

Jason heard the music from the hallway.

That wasn’t unusual. You rarely did anything around the apartment in silence, and the volume tended to climb whenever you cleaned. He’d come home to everything from carefully assembled playlists to the same song playing for an hour because your hands had been too wet or covered in bleach to change it.

What was unusual was the enthusiasm with which you were accompanying it.

He unlocked the door as quietly as he could, though stealth became unnecessary once he stepped inside and realized you wouldn’t have heard a battering ram come through the wall. Music poured from the speaker in the kitchen, loud enough to vibrate faintly beneath his boots, accompanied by your voice carrying through the apartment with complete confidence and questionable accuracy.

Jason closed the door behind him and set his helmet on the entryway table.

You hadn’t noticed him.

Dick didn't mean to go that fast really. He just started pounding into you when you started moaning like that. You were beneath him, tied up and writhing out of sheer pleasure, sweat coating your skin as you moaned out his name, and something just snapped. Dick's pelvis slapping onto your ass in rhythmic slaps.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Dick...! Slow down...!" You mewled out.

"'S too good baby, gotta go faster..." Dick groaned out, his hand moving to rub your clit. He pulled you into a kiss with his free hand, his tongue fighting with your own. You whimpered as his thumb circled up and down and the kiss muffled your voice. Your legs locked onto his waist as he broke away, peppering kisses all over your collarbone.

His hand pulled away giving you a small swat mumbling on about how good you're doing for him as your tied up.

"I'm gonna get you pregnant baby... want me to make you a mommy...? yeah...?"

You threw your head back, "Mhm! Mhm!"

He felt you tightened up and whimpered into your shoulder biting down.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Dick...!" Your orgasm came crashing onto you as you felt Dick cum. You were left twitching as Dick pulled out, kissing you gently this time before going to get a rag to clean you up.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ in which you and Jason place a bet to see who can go the longest without touching the other person. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ warnings: reader plays dirty, roy is kinda ooc, this is all Roy’s fault don’t look at me, jason goes insane,

The apartment was quiet for once, saved from the usual chaos of the vigilante lifestyle. Morning light streamed through the blinds of the kitchen, casting warm, golden bars across the worn wooden table. You were leaning against the counter, a mug of coffee warm between your hands, fully enjoying the rare, tranquil quiet.

Then, heavy boots thumped softly down the hallway, and Jason stepped into the kitchen.

He was wearing a faded gray henley, his dark hair a messy bedhead spike, and his eyes still soft with sleep. The moment his gaze found you, that signature lazy, crooked smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He didn't say a word. He just strolled over, closing the distance between you, and dropped his hands onto the counter on either side of your hips, trapping you gently in his orbit.

He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

You let out a quiet sigh against his mouth, setting your mug down to wrap your fingers around his wrists. He pulled back just an inch, his dark eyes sparkling, before dipping down to press another short kiss to your cheek, then your chin, and back to your lips. It was sweet and lazy, and sickeningly affectionate.

"Morning, sweetheart," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin.

"Morning, Jay," you hummed, smiling against another quick press of his lips.

"Will you two please get a room? Or at least put a biohazard warning on the kitchen door?"

The familiarly obnoxious, loud and dramatic voice shattered the moment. Roy was leaning against the doorframe, a half-empty juice box in his hand, looking at the two of you with profound, theatrical disgust.

Roy Harper had a habit of inviting himself into your home and then acting like you were a guest.

"Seriously," Roy groaned, taking a loud sip through his straw. "It’s eight in the morning. You two physically cannot keep your hands off each other for five minutes. It’s sickening. I come down for apple juice and I’m subjected to a puke-fest"

You immediately pulled back from Jason, flushing slightly, though you pointed a defensive finger straight at your boyfriend. "Hey! Don't look at me! I'm not the clingy one, it’s Jason!"

"Me?!" Jason scoffed, dropping his hands from the counter and standing up straight, taking a step back with his arms crossed over his broad chest. "Are you serious right now? I'm clingy? Sweetheart, you were literally gripping my wrists like a drowning person ten seconds ago."

"Because you came over here and invaded my personal space!" you shot back, stepping forward and poking him sharply in the chest. "You're the one who can't go two seconds without touching me, hugging me, or stealing a kiss! You're like a giant, heavily armed koala!"

"A koala?" Jason repeated, raising a single, sharp brow. "Me? No. Im a lethal vigilante. And for the record, you are the one who whines if I don't cuddle you while we watch movies."

"I do not whine!"

"You literally snuggled into my side so hard yesterday you almost knocked me off the couch," Jason countered.

“i was scared!”

“We were literally watching my little pony!”

“King Sombra is terrifying?”

"Face it. You’re attached to my hip. You'd lose your mind if I didn't touch you for an hour."

"Oh, is that a challenge, Todd?" you snapped, your eyes narrowing as a sudden, brilliant idea sparked in your mind.

For months, you had been trying to pay for dinner. One dinner. Just a single pizza, or a nice sit-down meal, or even takeout. But Jason was infuriatingly, pathologically stubborn about money.

The man would literally fight a waiter, hack a card reader, or threaten a host before he let you pull out your wallet. He claimed it was his ‘right’ and by paying, you were being oppressive and stealing his rights. It drove you absolutely insane.

And right now, standing in the kitchen with Roy watching like it was a soap opera, your golden opportunity had just presented itself.

"You know what?" you said, folding your arms and looking up at him with supreme confidence. "Let's put your money where your big mouth is. A bet."

Jason raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "A bet?"

"Yes. A test to see who is actually the clingy one," you declared. "The rules are simple: we have to stay at least 10 inches away from each other at all times. No touching. No kissing. No holding hands. No leaning on each other. Nothing. The first person who caves and breaks the distance loses."

Jason hummed, rolling his shoulders. "And what are the stakes?"

You smirked, leaning in just a fraction before remembering the rule and stepping back. "Whoever loses has to let the winner pay for dinner. For the next three months."

Roy let out a low whistle from the doorway. "Damn. High stakes. Todd, your fragile masculinity is on the line."

Jason ignored Roy entirely, his dark eyes locking onto yours. The amusement in his expression shifted into a razor-sharp, ridiculously competitive glare. The idea of letting you pay for his food for three whole months was clearly appalling to his deeply ingrained, stubborn street-dog pride.

"Three months?" Jason murmured, his voice dropping an octave. "You're dreaming, sweetheart. There is no way in hell you are ever paying for anything. I'm going to crush you."

"We'll see about that, Todd," you chimed, checking your watch. "Starting... now. 10 inches."

Jason took a deliberate, dramatic step back, maintaining a wide gap between the two of you. "Prepare to lose, clingy."

The first few hours weren't terrible. In fact, they were almost funny.

You sat on opposite ends of the couch, watching TV, both of you hyper-aware of the space between you. Every time Jason absentmindedly reached out to rest his arm behind your shoulders, he would freeze, remember the bet, see your smug grin, and quickly snatch his hand back, glaring at you.

By evening, however, the reality of the bet began to set in.

Normally, when you cooked dinner, Jason would stand right behind you, his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder while you stirred the pot. Tonight, he stood exactly ten inches away, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, staring at the back of your head like a man dying of thirst while watching someone pour water on the ground.

"You know," you said casually, stirring the pasta sauce, "you can help."

"I am helping," Jason grunted, not moving an inch. "I'm supervising. From a safe, non-losing distance."

"You look like a statue, Jay."

"I am a fortress of willpower," he replied stiffly.

The real nightmare, however, began when it was time to go to sleep.

Sharing a king-sized bed sounded easy enough in theory, but in practice, it was pure torture. You were used to sleeping pressed against Jason’s chest, feeling the steady, warm rise and fall of his breathing, anchored by his heavy arm wrapped tightly around your waist. Jason was used to sleeping with you tucked securely under his chin, his protective instincts lulled to sleep by your proximity.

Now? You were lying on your side, staring at the wall, while Jason lay rigid on his back on his side of the mattress.

The gap of ten inches between you felt like a glowing, electric canyon.

Every time you shifted, the mattress moved, and you could hear Jason’s breath hitch in the dark.

"You asleep?" you whispered into the darkness.

"No," Jason’s voice rasped out. It was strained. "I am holding the line."

"You can just give in, you know," you coaxed softly, turning your head to look at him. "All you have to do is say I win, and you get to hold me."

"Nice try," Jason ground out through grit teeth. You heard his jaw clench. "Not happening. My credit card is ready for tomorrow's dinner. Go to sleep."

You sighed, turning back around.

It was a long, sleepless night. Every time you drifted off, you instinctively reached out, only to catch yourself at the last second and yank your hand back. And every time you did, you could hear Jason rustling frantically, physically fighting the urge to pull you into his arms.

When morning finally arrived, light crept slowly through the bedroom curtains. You stretched, letting out a soft yawn, and sat up on the bed.

"Jason?" you murmured softly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

Sitting on the very edge of his side of the mattress was Jason.

He hadn't changed out of his clothes. He hadn't pulled the blanket over himself. He was just sitting there, staring blankly at the far wall, looking like a man who had survived a war zone. His hair was wild and sticking up in every direction, deep dark circles bruised the skin beneath his eyes, and he looked visually exhausted.

Jason slowly, mechanically turned his head toward you. His neck let out a loud, alarming CRACK.

"Sleep is for the weak," Jason rasped. His voice sounded like he had spent the night swallowing glass. His left eye twitched again, hard.

"Jay, oh my god," you said, reaching out instinctively toward him—

"DONT!" Jason practically shrieked, flinching violently backward and throwing his entire upper body off the side of the bed, landing on the floor with a loud THUD.

He scrambled backward on his elbows until his back hit the wall, keeping a full six feet between you. He was panting, his chest heaving, his dark eyes wide and unhinged as he stared at your outstretched hand.

"Do not touch me!" Jason panted, holding up a warning finger, his hand visibly shaking. "I saw that! You tried to tag me while I was down! Disqualification! Foul!"

"I wasn't trying to tag you, you psycho, I was checking if you were having a stroke!" you yelled, sitting back on your heels on the mattress. "Look at you! Your eye is literally twitching! You didn't sleep a single minute, did you?!"

"I slept great," Jason lied defensively, his left eye twitching twice in rapid succession. He pushed himself up against the wall, standing on shaky legs. "I feel fantastic. I have never been more alert in my life. The distance is easy. Painless."

"You look like a caffeinated sleep-deprived zombie, Jason," you scoffed, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. "Just give up. Let me pay."

"Over my dead body," Jason snapped, straightening his posture, though his eyes darted hungrily to your lips before he forcibly tore his gaze away. "Ten inches, sweetheart. Remember the rules."

By afternoon, the lack of touch and sleep had completely broken Jason’s brain, and you decided it was time to deploy heavy tactical warfare.

You knew Jason Todd better than anyone. You knew he was a tough, ruthless crime lord on the outside, but on the inside—especially when it came to you—he was a deeply protective, fiercely devoted sap who couldn't bear the thought of you feeling hurt, sad, or insecure.

If playing nice wasn't going to break him, psychological manipulation was.

You sat down on the couch in the main living room, intentionally slumping your shoulders. You let out a quiet, heavy, miserable sigh, dropping your head into your hands.

Jason was standing near the bookshelf, pretending to read a novel, but his eyes were darting toward you every three seconds. The moment he heard your mournful sigh, his body went rigid.

"Something wrong?" he asked, trying to sound casual, though his voice was laced with immediate, low-level anxiety.

You didn't look up. You pulled your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around your legs, making yourself look as small and vulnerable as humanly possible.

"I feel sad, Jay," you murmured, your voice small, flat, and hollow.

Jason’s hands tightened on the book so hard the leather spine creaked. "Sad? Why? Did something happen? Who do I need to shoot?"

"No one," you sniffled quietly, letting out another shuddering breath. "I just... I just feel like I wanna be understood."

Jason’s left eye twitched. He took two step toward the couch, stopping dead at the ten-inch boundary. His breath was coming in short, shallow puffs. You could practically hear his internal organs screaming. He wanted to throw the book across the room, drop to his knees, pull you into his lap, and kiss your forehead until you felt better.

"Understood?" he echoed, his voice strained to the absolute breaking point. "Sweetheart, I understand you. I get you. Talk to me."

"No, you don't," you whispered, turning your head away, dropping your chin to your knees so your eyes looked glossy and sad. "I just... I feel so unloved today."

THUD.

Jason dropped the book onto the floor.

His eyes were completely blown out, filled with a sudden, overwhelming, visceral panic. "Unloved?! What the hell are you talking about?! I love you! I literally love you more than life itself, you know that!"

He took a frantic step closer, his hands hovering in mid-air just inches from your shoulders.

"I don't know..." you whimpered softly, pulling out the absolute big guns, your voice trailing off into a pitiful murmur. "I don't feel pretty today, Jay. Am I ugly? Is that why no one loves me?"

Jason looked like he had just been stabbed through the heart

"Ugly?!" he roared quietly, his voice cracking with pure horror. "Are you insane?! You're the most beautiful person on the entire planet! Who put that garbage in your head?! I'll kill them! I promise i will. I’ll even torture them if you want. I will literally track them down and murder them!"

"I just feel so gross," you whimpered, looking up at him with wide, watery eyes, doing your absolute best to pout. "Like... I mean, look at me..."

He slowly began to sink to his knees in front of you, his face twisted in deep, genuine concern.

"Baby, please," Jason pleaded softly, his voice trembling as he reached his hands out, hovering barely half an inch from your face. "Don't say that. Look at me. Please look at me. You're stunning. You're perfect. I'm right here. I'm right here, baby, just..."

You let out a tiny, shuddering breath, a single tear spilling over your cheek—

And then, just as Jason was about to lose it completely, throw his arms around you, and cave...

He caught it.

A tiny, microscopic, triumphant little smirk peeked through the corner of your trembling lips.

Jason froze.

His brain processed the smirk in half a second. The realization hit him like a lightning bolt.

The concern drained from his face, replaced instantly by an expression of pure, unbridled, disbelief.

"You..." Jason whispered, his voice dropping into a deadly rumble. "You little—”

You immediately dropped the sad act, breaking into a bright, wicked laugh as you leaned back onto the couch. "Damn it! I almost had you!"

"You were faking?!" Jason practically yelled, standing up so fast his chair wobbled. He pointed a shaking finger at you, his eye twitching furiously once more. "You used psychological warfare on me! You pretended to feel ugly! You knew that would hit my weak spot! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

"All's fair in love and war, Todd!" you laughed, crossing your arms smugly. "You almost caved!"

"Almost doesn't count!" Jason shouted, pacing back and forth across the rug, keeping his ten-inch distance while glaring at you like you were a criminal mastermind. "That was evil! That was pure evil! You are a terrible person! And I am never letting you pay for dinner now! Never!"

If jason was bad one day one, it was nothing compared to day two.

The combination of zero sleep, the agonizing lack of physical contact, and the sheer mental exhaustion of resisting your psychological traps had pushed him over the edge.

He was an absolute, terrifying asshole to literally everyone who dared exist in his vicinity.

When Damian walked past the living room and made a snide remark about Jason looking like a defeated stray dog, Jason didn't even argue—he just pulled a batarang out of his pocket and threw it so close to Damian's head it embedded itself two inches deep into the doorframe right next to his ear.

When Roy tried to ask him a normal question about a case, Jason threatened to break all ten of his fingers and feed them to the sewer rats.

The only exception to his rage was you.

Toward you, Jason was agonizingly gentle, absurdly attentive, and sickeningly polite—which somehow made the whole situation ten times scarier.

"Do you need more tea, sweetheart?" Jason would ask softly, standing exactly ten inches away, his voice dripping with pure tenderness, his eyes soft and loving.

"I'm good, Jay, thank you," you'd reply.

"Okay, beautiful. Let me know if you need anything. Anything at all," he’d murmur sweetly.

Then, the second Steph walked into the room, breathing, Jason’s head would snap around, his face morphing into a terrifying mask of rage. "If you make one more noise in this room, Brown, I will throw you off the roof of Gotham General."

It was absolute madness.

You were sitting on the edge of the kitchen island, kicking your legs softly, watching Jason aggressively aggressively sanitize the counter five feet away from you. He looked like he was one minor inconvenience away from starting a riot.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed in your pocket.

You pulled it out and unlocked the screen. It was a text string from Dick.

Dick: PLEASE. Dick: I am begging you, on my hands and knees, cave. Dick: please please please Dick: He threatened to burn down the Batcave. Dick: He is losing his absolute mind. End the bet. Dick: WE ARE DYING OUT HERE. HE IS GOING TO KILL US ALL.

You bit your lip, holding back a laugh, and looked up from your screen.

Jason was standing near the sink, gripping the edge of the marble counter so hard his knuckles were snow-white. He was staring at you. His dark eyes were filled with a desperate, starved, exhausted hunger. He looked like a man dying in the desert staring at an glass of water, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, looking completely defeated, miserable, and utterly desperate.

He looked so pitiful, so thoroughly broken by his own stubborn pride, that your heart melted a little.

You let out a soft, defeated huff of laughter, tossing your phone onto the counter behind you.

"Alright, Jay," you sighed, taking a deliberate step forward and opening your arms wide. "I cave. You win."

You didn't even get to finish the last word.

The moment the words 'I cave' left your mouth, Jason's reaction time was terrifying.

He crossed the distance between you in a blur of movement, practically tackling you backwards onto the kitchen island.

His heavy, broad arms wrapped around you with a suffocating, desperate tightness, pulling you so close there wasn't a single millimeter of air left between your bodies. He buried his face directly into the crook of your neck, letting out a long, deep, shuddering groan of relief.

"Thank God," he gasped against your skin, his hands gripping your waist so tightly it bordering on bruising, anchoring himself to you as if he was afraid you'd vanish if he let go. "Jesus fucking Christ. Never doing that again. Ever."

You laughed, wrapping your arms around his massive shoulders, burying your hands in his soft, messy dark hair and massaging his scalp softly. "You were going insane, Todd."

"I was dying," he corrected aggressively, his voice muffled in your shoulder. "I was literally dying. My brain was melting."

He pulled back just enough to look down at you. His eyes were still tired, his eye still had a tiny lingering twitch, but the murderous rage was completely gone, replaced by a warm, smitten, completely victorious smirk.

"Damn right I win," Jason murmured, his thumb coming up to trace your lower lip gently. "You fought dirty with that sad act, sweetheart, but my willpower is legendary."

"You looked like you were going to cry when I said I felt ugly," you pointed out playfully.

"Shut up," Jason grunted, though a dark flush crept up his neck. "I was worried about you."

"Now," Jason growled softly, a triumphant grin spreading across his face as he kissed the tip of your nose. "Get your shoes on, sweetheart."

"Where are we going?" you asked, smiling up at him.

"Out," Jason smirked, wrapping his hand firmly around yours and tugging you toward the front door, making sure to squeeze your fingers extra tight just because he finally could. "To the most expensive steakhouse in Gotham. And I am paying."

a/n i keep raising my own standards and then wondering why im single…

loverboy!jason | fluffy smut | your honor, they’re in love

jason todd touched you with such reverence and desperation—surely you never minded.

gentle like he wanted to ensure you’d remain. watching you walk across the apartment barefoot and sleepy, rubbing your eyes with nothing but a sweater he gave you after date night and a pair of boy shorts. he swallows thickly as you lean against his back while he made breakfast, pretending that the eggs in front of him were more interesting.

then you made a humming sound that was from contentment but too close to a moan. that’s when he turns around and grabs you by your waist, seating you onto the counter. oblivious to how affected he was, you smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips. all resolve crumbled then and there.

the thing is, sometimes he gets so caught up in it, in touching you and prolonging the moment that you become impatient. dragging his perfect lips over your skin, letting the shivers chill down your body. only then, when you’re writhing beneath him, will he give you what you want.

though he’s insatiable when it comes to you.

he’ll fuck you when he’s half asleep, groaning lowly by your ear when you crawl into bed. hands wandering down between your legs as he ruts himself against you, pressing his hard length up on your inner thigh. moaning when you palm back at him and he buries his head in your neck.

the two of you hardly talk on these nights, he just pulls down your pants and coats himself in the slick he’d inspired. only jason likes to whisper praises to you. even then, when his eyes are closed and his groans bless your ears, he teases you. rubbing his thumb on your sensitive clit while you return in whines of equal lust. by the time he’s actually rubbing himself against you, it’s just to coat your essence around him as though teasing himself as well as you.

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| Synopsis: Your boyfriend is a tease, and enough is enough. Tonight, you decide to give him a taste of his own medicine (or in this case, lack thereof.)

| CW: [18+] mdni. smut, oral, begging/teasing, swearing

| A/N: If this post seems familiar to you, that’s because it is, lol. In a rush to get my last post out, my dumbass accidentally deleted the original version of this fic. How? cuz im dumb. If I didn’t have a folder on my pc dedicated to saving everything, this post would be gone forever. 🥲 If you are a writer on this app, PLS separately save your work!!😖

Thinking about you and Jason Todd having a regular diner you go to.

It is located not far from your shared apartment, and its squeaky leather booths have seen your relationship evolve overtime.

They have witnessed your first date, with all of the nervousness oozing out of Jason and his unsuccessful attempt to hide how enamoured he already was.

They have witnessed your first breakfast after sleeping over at his place, made of syrupy pancakes and shy shared glances, despite opening up to each other the previous night in ways both of you had never done before.

They have witnessed the first escape from a boring gala, opting instead for a burger and some fries, which you always steal from him, despite having your own. Not that he minds.

They have witnessed the aftermath of your first serious fight — the one that lead to you finding out about his vigilante identity. This time was more silent that the others, with you barely looking at each other. Your eyes were red from all of the tears you had shed, and his ribs were bruised after another night spent fighting crime while you wondered where he was.

The confrontation was brutal once he finally came home, bleeding on the living room carpet, but after destroying one another in ways only two lovers could, you picked yourself up, and without uttering a word you walked to the diner.

They witnessed the way Jason walked in a few minutes after you, wordlessly sitting at your usual booth, not daring to speak or touch you, afraid you would disappear from his life forever.

They witnessed the was Jason stood up, winching in pain, and moved over to your booth, unable to stay away from you any longer. And they also witnessed the way your head leaned to the side, resting on his shoulder.

Just like that, they had witnessed the moment when you and Jason realized that despite how painful love can be, you wouldn't have it any other way, just as long as you go though it together.

A/N: A tiny bit inspired by that one scene in 'The Drama'.

WALLY WEST eating you out and moaning like he's the one receiving head.

he's blabbering muffled praises as he practically makes out with your pussy, "taste s'good babe", "fuck- all mine, huh?", "could do this all day". he just can't shut the fuck up when you're moaning his name and squirming under his tongue, he feels like the luckiest man in the world.

his tongue vibrates at an inhuman pace against your puffy, swollen clit, making your hand fly to his auburn hair to tug on his mullet.

he feels his dick twitch at that, "feels good?" he teases, and you can feel that shit-eating grin against your cunt. any remark you had died in your throat when you caught the sight of him, looking up at you with lovesick eyes, blown-out pupils, pink swollen lips, and slick running down his chin obscenely. he was having the time of his fucking life.

he dove back into your pussy, sucking on your sensitive clit before letting go of it with a soft 'pop' and moving to tongue-fuck your sopping hole.

and, in the midst of moaning his name, you notice the bedframe shaking from just how hard he's humping the plush mattress underneath him.

his tongue never falters, he even inserts two fingers into your velvet heat, grinding against the bed speeding up when he feels how you flutter around his digits deliciously. you like it, he's making you feel good. that turns him on more than anything.

when you cum on his fingers and tongue with a cry, he cums right along with you, splurting warm release into his boxers and lapping at your heat like it's liquid gold.

you end up having to pull his head away from your heat, because he obviously couldn't care less about overstimulation, as long as he gets to eat you out for longer, not caring one bit about the sticky mess in his boxers either.

he looks up at you with those big puppy-like eyes, and that expression of pure admiration. his tongue darts out to lick his lips, collecting your release. his voice is raspy when he speaks,

"was that okay?"