MDNI 18+

thinking about jason todd waking you with the soft press of his lips against your neck, trailing slow, lingering kisses down to your collarbone. he whispers sweet words and reassurances between each one, his warm hand gliding over your arm before settling at your waist, tugging you closer until your bodies are flush. he presses his morning wood against your thigh in a quiet invitation, patient and content whether you take it or leave it. but if you do? his hand slips beneath the sheets and into your panties, a thick finger sliding through your folds while his thumb circles your clit with lazy affection, making sure you’re slick and ready. “such a sleepy princess,” he murmurs, voice low and rough with sleep as his fingers explore you deeper. “you’re so pretty like this,” he breathes against your ear, hips slowly grinding against your thigh. and when you’re finally wet enough, he pushes into you with a deep, sexy groan, burying his face in the curve of your neck as his slow, sleepy and lazy thrusts take you both over the edge.

“you like that, don’t you?” the rasp in his voice mixed with the way he grinds his hips down slowly, cock stretching you out perfectly, causes your eyelids to flutter closed and your nails to sink into the skin of his hip with each thrust. “like feelin’ how deep i am, honey?” teeth nip at your ear, one of his hands pressed down on your back, keeping you pinned down on the bed while the other rests beside your head. “yeah, you do, just look at you.”

you try to reply but with how his hand presses down on your lower back again, your eyes roll back and your lips part with a choked moan at the deep stretch of his cock pressing deeper into your cunt, walls fluttering around him. “that’s it, let me in, honey.” he cooes into the shell of your ear.

beyond the room, you can faintly hear the sound of waves crashing outside the sliding doors, a subtle reminder of the vacation you both took together for some warranted down time, but your mind isn’t focused on that, it’s focused on the feeling of his slow thrusting, focused on the sound of his breathless panting. the world outside doesn’t exist. not when he’s with you.

“you’re so pretty, baby,” he groans deeply, palms of his hands landing on the globes of your ass, and his eyes; hooded and lustful, watch the bounce of flesh. “so pretty like this.”

the fabric of the pillows muffle your moans, muffles the choked whines each time his hand lands on your ass, squeezing and rubbing to ease sting away gently. your body begins to jolt, moving higher up the bed each time he pulls out so the tip remains, just to sink back into you a little harder. the sounds of skin slapping together echoes the room loudly.

“so deep,” your words are slurred and breathless, eyes half open. “you’re so deep, honey, can’t, oh fuck,” the hand you had on his hip flies off and grips the sheet tightly beneath you, eyes rolling back a second time when both his hands are dripping your hips, practically dragging you back and forth onto his cock.

you’re pretty sure you’ve got drool dribbling down the corner of your mouth and onto the silk sheets below, but you don’t seem to care, he sure as hell doesn’t. the thick vein on the underside of his cock throbs against your walls, and it causes you to squirm underneath him but his hands stay clamped around your hips, keeping you from moving away from him.

“nuh uh, stay here, baby, just stay right here. yeah, that’s it, good girl.” his praise goes straight to your cunt and your walls clamp around him tightly. “takin’ it so good,” he’s sitting back just enough to look at the way you’re both connected, the sight of the thick creamy white ring around the base of his cock causes him to growl. a growl that emits from deep in his chest. he huffs out a breath through his nose, and keeping his thrusts hard enough to have you whining and moaning, but then switches them to a slow grind of his hips to have you begging all over again. 

the second he’s lowering himself over you, the angle causes him to sink even deeper if that’s possible; he moves from your hips, and forms his hands into fists and presses themdown onto the mattress on each side of your hips instead and one of your hands grab onto the hard muscle of his arm, nails sinking into the skin once his thrusts get harder, driving into you with vigor. “i love you,” he groans, sweat forming on the hairline of his face and then down his temple, eyes flickering between where his cock slides in and out of your cunt and then at the way your muscles in your back tense. “love you so much.”

you’re rendered speechless, hair sticking to your face, tears streak down your face at the pure feeling of him fucking you so deep and good into the mattress that any thoughts you did have are now gone. you bury your face deeper into the pillows when he’s suddenly moving his arm, not the one you’re still holding and slides his hand down your stomach before his fingers find your throbbing clit, that you scream into the pillow, his long digits rubbing slow but constant figure eights on the sensitive nub in tune with each of his thrusts. “ohmygod! don’t stop, please don’t stop.” you finally manage to cry out.

he grins smugly, and shakes his head despite you not being able to see him. “never, honey, never gonna stop.” he promises.

your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, no prior warning and your walls tighten around his cock again, his breatch hitches at the feeling and clenches his jaw tightly and you can tell he isn’t far behind with how his movements get slower and sloppier above you, groaning and moaning breathlessly; the sweat from his forehead and chest drop onto your back but he doesn’t stop, his fingers against your clit don’t stop either.

“gonna cum, baby,” his voice is wrecked, raspy and low. “where do you want it?”

“inside,” you gasped out, your body still coming from the high of your own orgasm; you’re pretty sure he might even pull another one from you if he keeps it up. “want it inside, please, need it inside.”

all it takes is a few more deep thrusts, and his entire body locks and tenses before he’s spilling deep inside you. “wait, baby, don’t do that,” he chokes out weakly when your cunt flutters around him, trying to milk his cock for all he’s worth. “christ,” his cock twitches inside you, and when you hum contently at the feeling of him filling you up just like you always ask for he laughs hoarsly. “you’re greedy,” he murmurs, carefully lowering himself to press his chest against your back. his body was warm despite being sweaty. “and beautiful.” 

once he’s close enough he presses his face into your neck from behind, you turn your head as best you can, even if the angle is awkward, and press a kiss to his temple; you hope it’s his temple; your eyes are still hooded and glazed. “love you, honey. stay like this with me for a while.”

includes: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Wally West

summary: the ways in which your boyfriend makes himself feel like he’s in control again 

cw: fem reader (pussy + she/her pronouns), riding, bondage, pussy eating, unprotected sex, creampie, mention of birth control, face fucking, edging, rough sex, aftercare, proofread

two posts in one day? who am i :0 these are just some silly thoughts i had today and wanted to get out of my head ^.^ goodnight!

Thanks for tagging me @hotelstares

I Knew it, I Knew You by Taylor Swift

Glitch by Taylor Swift

Man in The Mirror by Michael Jackson

Boys Are Fun by Niall Horan

Delicate by Taylor Swift

that's you by lucky daye

the weekend by sza

friends with benefits by tory lanez

too good by drake ft. rihanna

all i want is you by miguel ft. j. cole

been in a very r&b mood lately 😌

PAIRING(S) — jason todd x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS — jason fucks you up agaisnt a wall

CONTENT — 18+ minors dni | bathroom sex, established relationship, pet names (sweetheart & doll), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), slight dirty talk, multiple orgasms, rough sex, creampie. let me know if i’ve missed anything!

WC — 1.3k

NOTE — post number #6 for my 1k celebration!

MASTERLIST | 1K CELEBRATION

JASON TODD who comes home tired and just asks to lay on top of you, and doesn't really wait for an answer. He just kicks his boots, his jacket and shirt and flops in the bed. His head buried in your neck, his arms pressing your sides and him deliberately smelling the vague scent of your remaining cologne. You just can smell his sweat.

Jason melts over you like he’s trying to fuse your spines together. His weight settles, all dense muscle and end-of-day exhaustion, and for a moment you think he’s finally passed out. Then he exhales against your neck, warm and annoyingly smug.

“You smell terrible,” you murmur into his hair, because teasing him is practically a biological impulse at this point.

“Yeah,” he says, voice muffled against your skin, “but you like me anyway.”

You try to squirm, just a little, to see if he’ll react. He doesn’t budge. Not even a twitch. If anything, he tightens his arms around you like a human weighted blanket with abandonment issues.

“You’re getting sweat on me.”

Damian didn’t usually visit his brothers of his own free will. Most of the time, he only stopped by the apartment to grab a quick snack or pick up some accessory that might be useful to him.

But, surprisingly, on that day—on that perfect day—he had decided to be an inconvenience to Todd, simply because he had nothing better to do.

You were in the kitchen, finishing plating the dessert that would accompany one of your movie nights with Jason.

Used to your boyfriend’s entrances and exits through the window and balcony, you didn’t startle when you heard one of them being opened, continuing to hum absentmindedly.

It was only when you turned to wash your hands that you remembered a small detail—Jason was in the shower.

The humming slowly died in your throat.

You dried your hands calmly—much calmer than you actually felt—and turned your head toward the living room, just enough to peek through the doorway.

And there he was, sitting on the couch like he owned the place, legs crossed as he ate popcorn. He chewed slowly, eyes focused on the turned-off television, as if he were waiting for something to start.

He stopped the moment he noticed you.

You stopped the moment you noticed him.

For a long second, neither of you moved.

His green eyes narrowed slightly, calculating, suspicious. “…You are not Todd.”

You blinked once.

“No…” you answered slowly. “And you are definitely not Jay either.”

— Jason trying to confess his feelings, but you already thought you were dating.

!!: request! fluff. fem!reader. no use of y/n. 1.2k words. Sun in Gotham. English is not my first language.

[dc masterlist]

It was one of those weird sunny days in Gotham. Those types of days that felt too strange to be real, and that only happened once in a blue moon. 

But if the sun comes out, people celebrate. They leave their houses, meet with their friends, family and loved ones outside to spend the day soaking in the rare sunlight. They wear the sun dresses they had buried in the very depths of their closet. They wore the sunglasses they only owned to wear anywhere but in Gotham, to protect their eyes.

And you weren’t any different. The original plan was going with Jason to the library. You needed to study for your upcoming exams, but he had insisted on joining you, claiming that he could read something while you memorized the immense paragraphs in your books. 

It wasn’t a proper date, just Jason sitting quietly while you battled against madness, trying to complete with good grades another year of med school. 

But today’s weather was too good to let it pass, and your yellow sundress was too tempting to leave locked down in your closet. 

Calling Jason and changing the plan sounded more than good, it was a fantastic idea. Besides, losing a day of study wasn’t going to change much. You could study every day of your life. But having a sunny day in Gotham, with the sun being actually visible in the sky? That was too rare to miss.

With quick and excited hands, you grabbed your phone and dialed Jason’s number. 

“Hi.” His raspy and deep voice told you that, despite being 3 pm, he had just woken up from his sleep. 

“Good morning sleeping beauty.” You smiled, looking through the window, to the lovely couples enjoying the sun while walking around the streets of the city. “Weren’t you going to join me in my study session."

“Shit. Right. Sorry.” 

You heard Jason’s bed sheets moving, he was standing up to get ready as quickly as possible. 

“I’m sorry, I forgot to put on an alarm. I’ll meet you at the library in ten.” 

You let out a giggle. You could hear a lot of movement in the other line, plus Jason’s sleepy voice slowly waking up. 

“I was actually going to suggest a change of plans for today.” Your voice had a hint of excitement in it that Jason noticed quickly. 

“Is that so?” 

“Have you seen what the weather’s like out there?” you asked, curious to know if he’d already opened the blinds in his apartment or if he was still in a room plunged into darkness. It was probably the second option.

Just as you had expected, you heard Jason moving to open the blinds. He let out a groan when the direct sunlight—something no Gothamite was used to—hit him squarely in the face. 

“Wow.” Was the only thing Jason could say once his eyes had gotten used to the light from outside. 

“Yeah, wow. I thought we could go for a walk and just enjoy the weather, instead of spending our entire afternoon in the library. What do you think?” Your voice was hopeful, waiting for Jason’s answer.

He let out a chuckle before talking. 

“Sounds good, I’ll go pick you up in twenty, is that alright?” 

Your smile widened “Yes. Perfect. See you later, babe.” 

You hung up quickly, and started getting ready as fast as possible, because twenty minutes for dress, hair and make up, was possible to work with but not enough. 

Just like Jason had said, twenty minutes later, he was standing at your door, properly dressed for the weather and with a bouquet of flowers in hand. 

“Are those for me?” You couldn’t hide your smile even if you wanted to. 

“Tulips. They’re your favourites right?” 

Your smile couldn’t grow bigger. You loved that man, he was just perfect. 

“Yes.” you grabbed the bouquet and disappeared into your apartment for a few seconds, just to leave the flowers in a flower pot. “Thank you. Now we’re ready to leave.”

The weather was perfect, your company was excellent and the plan was simple but with Jason it felt fantastic. 

You didn't realize it, but right beside you, Jason was a bundle of nerves. He'd been thinking about telling you how he felt for a while. He liked you—he liked you a lot. You had become one of the most important people in his life, and he wanted you. He wanted your relationship to be official, for you to be his girlfriend. And maybe today, this sunny day that made you radiate with joy, was the perfect day. 

He called your name, making  you turn around to look at him, who had stopped in his tracks. 

The place was not the prettiest, the sea could be seen, as well as Gotham’s bridges, but Jason had to let it out right there, right now. Maybe, if you said yes, he could take you to a pretty cafe to make up for this spontaneous confession. 

“I just wanted to tell you something.” 

The sight in front of you was funny: Big, strong Jason Todd was nervous. Shifting his weight from a leg to another, while his hands were in the pockets of his jacket, trying to look nonchalant. 

But that made you even more nervous, because you really didn’t know what he was going to say. You never know with Jason. 

You nodded, signaling him to continue. 

“Look, I– I don’t know how to do this.” His right hand left the pocket of his jacket to rub his face. “I like you a lot. I love you, if you may. And I just wanted to ask you… Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

Both of you stayed still, looking at each other. Jason wanted the earth to swallow him, and you were confused, trying to understand what he had just said.

“What?” Was the only thing coming out of your mouth.

Jason swallowed hard before repeating his question. “Would you like– Can I be your boyfriend?” He rectified. 

Both of you were confused now. What was even happening right now? You were looking at Jason like he had just grown a second head.

“Weren’t we already dating?” 

“What?” This time Jason was the one confused.

“I thought we were already dating, for months now.”

You had gone in a lot of dates. To the cinema, to small and cozy cafes, even to restaurants for dinner. You had been to his house, he had been in yours. You had just assumed you were dating after all those plans.

“No. I never asked you properly.” 

The roles had inverted now. You wanted to disappear from the planet out of embarrassment and Jason was really confused. 

“But I was giving you kisses, small, but kisses; and calling you babe, or baby, or sweetheart… And we weren’t dating?” Your cheeks were starting to turn red.

“No…” Jason said. “I thought you did it in a friendly way.”

“What do you mean!? Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed now.” You covered your face with both hands and started laughing at yourself. “Well, then yes, I would love to be your girlfriend, Jason.”

Jason’s expression softened, smiling. “Now uncover your face. I would like to kiss my girlfriend properly.”

Sunny days in Gotham were weird, they made everyone happy. And today Jason Todd was the happiest man alive, after a lot of months thinking of a proper way to confess while you already thought you were dating. 

© llovelygood

IN WHICH... each of the batboys deal with their notoriously sleepy girlfriend

featuring: dick grayson, jason todd, bruce wayne, damian wayne, tim drake

warnings: fluff, f!reader, gf!reader in all except bruce's which is wife!reader, a lil suggestive in Dick's and Tim’s fic, reader is said to be Damian's mother in Bruce's fic, Damian is aged up in his own fic but not Bruce's, Tim calls you 'mother' even tho he's not biologically yours (he just luvs u enuf for you to earn the title!), just a cute lil crack fic!

a/n: i worked VERY hard on this oneshot especially so please show love thru likes, comments, and reblogs! thank you and enjoy :)

dick grayson:

"Oh, baby..." he coos softly as he enters your apartment with his key. There you lie, curled up on the couch under a fluffy blanket, arms clutching a throw pillow like its your lifeline.

You were supposed to have a stay-at-home-date together, maybe a movie marathon on the couch...followed by a sex marathon on your bed. But Dick should've known better than to plan a date to start at 8:30PM, granted you're usually in bed by 9:00 and snoring away by 9:30.

He gingerly sets the bag full of Chinese food on your kitchen counter then puts the two pints of ice cream in the freezer. After everything is situated he makes his way over to you, crouching in front of your sleeping form.

His eyes soften at the sight of his sweet girl, all cuddled up on her couch. He reaches for the blanket, tugging it further up over your shoulders before moving to pet your head.

꒰ content ꒱ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ drunk!jason todd x fem!reader, fluff, talks of pregnancies, art by ciricearts

“Sweetheart, we’re gonna have a baby?” he mumbles, lifting your shirt to press messy kisses up your stomach. You’re not sure where he got this idea from. The two of you have never talked about kids, mostly because you’ve been afraid to bring it up.

You learned early on that the future was something you didn’t mention around him. Every time you made an offhand comment about a ring, or how cute babies were, you’d see his shoulders tense, his throat bobbing.

Now, at his words, your heart beats wildly in your chest. “Uh…”

“I hope she has your eyes and your nose and your pretty smile,” he slurs.

“Jay, what are you—”

He cuts you off when his nose brushes your stomach softly. “Our baby,” he adds. 

When he looks up at you, his blue eyes are glassy, cheeks dusted in pink.

You can’t bring yourself to shatter the moment. Especially not when he’s looking at you like that.

“That’s…nice, honey,” you hum, fingers threading through his black curls, nails scratching lightly at his scalp.

He sighs like a puppy. “You feel nicer.”

Your lips curve up at that. "Come on, let's get you to bed," you whisper as you try to pull him up.

But the man's too stubborn. He stays rooted and grunts in disapproval. 

"Not done talkin' to her," he tells you, arms wrapping around your hips.

“her?” you repeat softly. “How do you know it’s a her?”

"Father's intuition," he says like it should be obvious. 

You laugh and he pouts when he feels your shoulders shaking. "You really want a baby?" you ask him. 

He tilts his head. And he's never looked so unguarded before. 

"Wanna give you everything." 

Maybe in the morning you'll find the courage to ask him again. But for now, your expression softens. You don't know what to say, so you kneel with him and throw your arms around his neck. He smells like gunpowder and leather, and this time a tang of alcohol clings to him. 

he’s always smelled like home.

"Princess?" he whispers.

"Yeah?

"what're we naming her?" 

Instead of replying, you just hug him tighter.

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FWB ROOMMATE

fwb roommate!jason todd.

becoming jason’s roommate ends with you being wayyyy more than just roommates.

# headcanons.ᐟ⸝⸝ fwb roommate!jason todd ⸝⸝ smutty ⸝⸝ oral ⸝⸝ p in v ⸝⸝ nsfw mdni ⸝⸝

fwb roommate!jason todd who’s never really looked twice at you when you first moved in due to trouble with your rent. he’s red hood—always out there doing god knows what, coming home late, too buried in his own shit to notice the roommate who pays rent on time and keeps the fridge stocked.

fwb roommate!jason todd who comes home one night bleeding from a nasty gash across his ribs, helmet off, leather jacket somewhat torn, insisting he’s fine even as he leaves bloody footprints on the same floor you just cleaned. you force him onto the couch anyway, hands shaking as you press gauze to his side, and for the first time he’s wondering if you were always this pretty.

fwb roommate!jason todd who bites his cheek and tells you not to fuss, because getting you involved in his shit is the last thing he wants. but you don’t listen. you clean him up and his eyes linger on the way you bite your lip when you’re focused, your fingers gentle over old scars and fresh bruises.

fwb roommate!jason todd who starts leaving you portions of whatever he cooks at 3am after patrol—chili, pasta, breakfast for dinner, he always gets creative as cooking is pretty much a downtime for him—with sticky notes in his messy handwriting that say “eat, don’t wait up.” he tells himself it’s just practical, but he catches himself looking for the leftovers the next day to see if you’d actually eaten them.

fwb roommate!jason todd who steals your knitted blankets because they smell like you and the fabric is soft against his skin. he walks around shirtless with the blanket hanging over his shoulders, the waistband of his sweats hanging low enough to show the deep v of his hips and the heavy outline of his thick cock when he stretches, pretending he doesn’t notice the way your eyes linger. he does. he definitely notices.

fwb roommate!jason todd who teaches you self-defense in the living room after you ask for his help one night, his hands firm on your waist, his body pressed close everytime he corrects your stance. there’s tension and it’s visibly building until suddenly you end up pinned on your back over the arm of the couch, his hips pressing in between your legs, both of you breathing hard for reasons that have quite literally nothing to do with training.

fwb roommate!jason todd who finally breaks after a brutal patrol a few nights later. the built-up tension comes to a boiling point when he backs you against the kitchen counter still half in his gear, kissing you like he’s starving. like he’s wanted this since that night you took care of him. he lifts you onto the counter, pulls your shorts down, strokes himself, and pushes into you with a deep, desperate groan, giving you a moment to adjust before thrusting harder. “fuck—been thinking about this for weeks,” he growls against your neck, fucking you with raw need until your legs shake, until you’re moaning into his neck, and until his cum is dripping down your thighs when he finally pulls out.

fwb roommate!jason todd who pretends it didn’t happen the next morning but makes your coffee exactly how you like it and avoids eye contact until you grab his chin and kiss him. that’s when the dam breaks for a second time—he bends you over the counter again, this time slow and deep. “so fucking good for me, princess. take every inch like you were made for it.” his cock grinds against your g-spot while he whispers filthy praise.

fwb roommate!jason todd who turns into the most annoying, possessive roommate/friend with benefits after that. he gets territorial when your dates text you, waiting on the couch for you to get home and he wastes no time the second you walk in. he yanks your dress up, sinks you down on his cock right there, and makes you ride him until you’re crying his name and apologizing for even looking at anyone else, filling you up until his cum leaks out of you as he holds you close and praises you afterward.

fwb roommate!jason todd who wakes you up on lazy mornings with his head between your legs, tongue buried in your pussy, sucking your clit and fingering you open until you’re grinding against his face and cumming hard on his mouth. then he slides into you while you’re still fluttering, fucking you slow and lazy, hips rolling deep while he murmurs how perfect you feel wrapped around him, warm and wet and … his.

fwb roommate!jason todd who eats you out until you’re a trembling, blissed-out mess and then slips out of bed to make you breakfast in bed—bringing coffee exactly how you like it along with pancakes or eggs and toast on a tray, wearing nothing but low-slung sweatpants and a rare, soft smirk as he watches you eat. pleased that he can take care of you like this even if there’s no label on it.

fwb roommate!jason todd who still crashes on the couch some nights because the quiet in his room gets too loud and his nightmares creep in, but now you crawl in with him without an invite, curled against his chest as his big hand strokes your back until he falls asleep. without you ever asking, he started to secretly restocks your drawer with period stuff, lotion, lube, and the toys he’s bought for you, never mentioning it, because taking care of you has become his favorite part of coming home.

fwb roommate!jason todd who reads his smutty romance novels on the couch and leaves them open to the dirtiest pages with notes like “we’re trying this tonight” scribbled in the margins. he tries his best not to distract you when he sees you working even though it’s all he wants to do, then rewards you later for finishing everything by pinning you to the bed and fucking you until the only thing you can utter is his name.

fwb roommate!jason todd who still insists he’s fine when he comes home injured, but now he lets you patch him up on the couch without as much complaint as before. after he pulls you down beside him, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck while his fingers work patterns on your arms or your back.

fwb roommate!jason todd who starts leaving little notes around the apartment that aren’t just about food anymore—“lock the window after I leave,” “you looked pretty today,” “don’t wait up, but I’ll be back”—because he’s shit at saying how he feels or how he cares out loud but needs you to know you’re on his mind even when he’s out.

fwb roommate!jason todd who catches himself smiling like an idiot when he hears your laugh from the other room or smells you on his pillows, realizing this apartment stopped feeling like a temporary hideout and started feeling like home the moment you forced your way into his walls. honestly, he’s scared of it—of how much he needs you safe and happy—but he’s even more scared of losing it.

fwb roommate!jason todd who, late one night after patching him up again, holds you tighter than usual on the bed and admits that you’re the only person who makes the pit in his chest feel quieter, the only one who sees the man under the hood and doesn’t flinch in fear of getting hurt. he doesn’t say “I love you” yet, but he doesn’t really need to since the way he kisses your forehead and falls asleep almost immediately with his face buried in your neck says it for him.

fwb roommate!jason todd who knows he’s a mess but keeps choosing to come home to you anyway, because somewhere between the patching him up, the sex, the shared coffee mugs, the late-night talks, and the way you take every part of him—this gruff, broken vigilante realized the best thing in his shitty fucked up life was the roommate he never meant to fall so damn hard for.

𝜗ৎ “𝓟𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞.”

part one here

Summary: Jason’s on a sex ban— or quite literally, a complete touch ban!

warnings: whiny, pathetic Jason.

Jason Todd was an absolute idiot, there was no denying that. But he was a very desperate idiot. And he was willing to do anything if it meant you’d touch him again. You see, you’d put him on a complete sex/touch ban for three entire weeks, and well? Jason was not taking it well.

By day twelve of the three-week sentence, the fearsome Red Hood had effectively ceased to exist. In his place was a six-foot-two, two-hundred-and-fifteen-pound disaster who was entirely losing his grip on reality.

Jason didn’t do things by halves. When he was a crime lord, he took over the East End. When he was an Outlaw, he traveled through space and time. And when he was put on a strict ban by the only person who held his entire heart in her hands, he turned into this absolute menace of compliance.

The apartment had never been cleaner. It was, quite frankly, terrifying.

When you walked through the front door after an exhausting shift, you didn't just smell the familiar scent of Gotham rain and Jason’s expensive cologne. You smelled lemon verbena. You smelled freshly bleached tile

You stepped into the kitchen and paused. The countertops were sparkling so intensely they practically caught the light. Every single dish was not only washed, dried, and put away, but the spice rack had been meticulously alphabetized. Even the labels on the canned goods were facing perfectly forward.

And there, standing by the stove, was Jason.

He was wearing a pair of dark sweatpants that hung low on his hips and a tight, sleeveless black compression shirt that showed off every single rigid muscle, and scar, across his broad back. And the sight normally should’ve been enough for you to jump onto him, He was currently plate-stacking three different Tupperware containers of custom-marinated chicken breasts, a batch of freshly roasted vegetables, and a pot of handmade gnocchi.

The moment the lock clicked, Jason didn’t just look up. His entire body snapped to attention. His dark eyes locked onto yours with this frantic, high-alert energy that reminded you of a stray puppy.

He didn't break the rules. His large, heavily calloused hands clamped firmly onto the edge of the kitchen island to physically anchor himself in place, but his broad shoulders slouched instantly into a pathetic, pleading posture.

"Hey," he said. His voice was incredibly rough, a deep, gravelly rumble that sounded completely worn out, like he hadn't slept in a week— which he hasn’t. How could he without your hugs and kisses?. "I made dinner. I made the gnocchi from scratch. The way your grandma does it, with the potato-to-flour ratio you like. And I prepped your lunches for the next four days."

You set your bag down, looking at the sheer volume of food, then at the pristine kitchen. "Jason... did you scrub the baseboards?"

"Yes," he blurted out, shifting his weight from one heavy foot to the other, his eyes tracking your every movement with an agonizing level of pining. "And I ran the vacuum over the carpet three times to get the lines perfectly straight. And I picked up Lily’s toys and sanitized every single block with baby-safe wipes so she doesn't ingest any rogue bacteria. I did it all."

"Wow," you murmured, leaning against the counter. "You've been busy."

"I'm losing my mind," Jason confessed, his voice dropping into a soft, intensely whiny pitch that would have shocked anyone who had ever seen him pull a trigger. He let go of the counter, taking one agonizingly slow step toward you, but stopping exactly two feet away to respect the boundary. He looked down at you from under his dark lashes, his jaw tight, his white streak of hair falling messily across his forehead. "Babe. Sweetheart. Light of my life. Look at me. I am literally vibrating. I haven't slept in forty-eight hours because every time I close my eyes, I just think about how I'm not allowed to hold you."

"It's only been twelve days, Jay," you teased, crossing your arms and fighting the massive smirk tugging at your lips.

"Twelve days is two hundred and eighty-eight hours!" Jason groaned, a loud, muffled sound of pure misery escaping his throat as he dropped his head back to stare at the ceiling. "Do you know what I did last night? On patrol? I didn't even break any noses. A guy tried to mug a tourist in an alley, and instead of hurting him I settled on throwing him into a dumpster. I'm broken. You've broken the Red Hood."

He dropped his gaze back to you, his chest rising and falling in a heavy, desperate exhale. He slowly sunk downward, dropping his massive, muscular frame right onto his knees on your kitchen tile. He looked up at you from the floor, his hands resting on his own thighs, completely and utterly humbled.

"Please," Jason pleaded, his gravelly voice cracking slightly as he looked up at you with wide, desperate eyes. "Look at me. I'm on my knees. I'm saying the words. I'll be a good boy, sweetheart. I swear to God, I'll be the best boy you’ve ever had. I’ll never let Roy inside a three-block radius of this building again. I’ll make him sign a legal waiver. I’ll personally rewrite Lily’s vocabulary list. I will literally do anything.”

You looked down at him, your heart melting just a little bit at the sheer, unadulterated absurdity of Gotham’s most dangerous vigilante begging for his life on your kitchen floor.

"Are you begging, Jason Todd?" you murmured, stepping half an inch closer.

"Yes! Yes, I am absolutely begging, I have zero shame left," he whispered frantically, his dark eyes instantly tracking your movement, glowing with a sudden, fierce spark of hope. He leaned forward slightly, though he kept his hands firmly on his knees. "I don't even need the whole thing. Just a deal. Let me negotiate. A partial payout. Five minutes of cuddles on the couch. You don't even have to move. I will just lie there like a giant, silent weighted blanket. I won't use my hands. I'll tuck them under my chest. Just let me smell your hair, babe. Please."

"Just cuddles?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"A kiss," he corrected instantly, his voice taking on a thick, desperate edge as he looked at your lips. "One kiss. Short. Sweet. Clean. Well, maybe not entirely clean, but just *something*. My lips are falling off, sweetheart. They’re dying. I'm a dying man."

You let out a soft laugh, finally breaking your resolve. The sight of him on his knees, completely devoted, utterly whiny, and entirely yours was too much to resist. You reached out, your fingers gently sliding into the soft hairs at the nape of his neck.

Jason practically shuddered at the touch, a low, ragged sigh breaking from his chest as he immediately leaned his face into your palm, his eyes closing in pure, unadulterated relief.

"Alright," you whispered, running your thumb over his sharp jawline. "The ban is suspended. Just for tonight."

Jason didn't even wait for you to finish the sentence. He surged up from the floor, his large, powerful arms instantly wrapping around your waist and lifting you completely off your feet. He pulled you flush against his broad chest, burying his face into the crook of your neck with a deep, shaky inhale.

"Oh, thank God," he mumbled against your skin

He didn't waste a second moving you to the living room, collapsing onto the couch and pulling you down on top of him. He was a man possessed by pure, desperate compliance, his massive frame sinking deep into the cushions until he was completely flat on his back, using his own chest as a platform for you.

"Rules," he breathed out, his voice a rough, scraped-raw whisper against your hair. He immediately tucked both of his massive, scarred hands flat underneath his own chest, pinning them between his body and the sofa cushions. He looked up at you from the pillows, his jaw open slightly, his eyes wide and completely glazed over with absolute devotion. "Look. Hands are away. I’m not moving 'em. See? Good boy."

You couldn't help the soft laugh that bubbled out of you, leaning your weight fully against his chest. Even stripped of his weapons and armor, Jason was a solid wall of muscle, but right now, he felt completely pliable beneath you, his entire body relaxing into a soft, heavy puddle the second your warmth pressed into him.

"Very good boy, Jay," you murmured, tracing a slow line down his cheekbone.

Jason practically whimpered at the touch, his eyes fluttering shut as he tilted his face aggressively into your palm, chasing the friction of your skin like a man dying of thirst. "More," he pleaded, his voice cracking, entirely unbothered by how pathetic he sounded. "Babe, please. Just keep doing that. Left side of my jaw. Right there. Oh, God."

You smiled, leaning down slowly until your lips were just a fraction of an inch away from his. You could feel the frantic, heavy thump of his heart hammering against your ribs, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. The fearsome Red Hood was completely paralyzed under your gaze, his chest rising and falling beneath you as he waited for permission.

"Can I?" he whispered, his dark eyes snapping open, staring at your mouth with a hunger that was almost frightening, yet he didn't move a single muscle to take it. "Please, sweetheart. Just a little bit. I’ve been so good for you."

"Go ahead, Jay."

The second the words left your mouth, Jason didn't lunge—he just reached up with his face, his lips meeting yours with a soft, trembling reverence that completely dismantled the tough-guy persona. It was a deep, heavy, agonizingly slow kiss, full of the built-up tension of the last twelve days. He drank you in like oxygen, a low, needy vibration rumbling deep in his chest as his lips parted against yours, begging for more without his hands ever leaving their pinned position beneath him.

Hunhbknhjnkk oh my goodness this man he’s so fine wtf

A/N: This is one of my longest works but I’m happy with it. Let me preface that he’s not a cheater. It’s a rollercoaster of a ride so buckle up!

Synopsis: Even after your breakup with Jason, he’d been showing up at your apartment every night without fail. When a heated confrontation turned physical, things revealed to be more complicated than you’d ever expected.

CW: mdni, nsfw content, mean!jason, dom!jason, toxic dynamic, dirty-talk, slight degradation, kissing, fingering, vaginal penetration, raw sex, cream-pie

"Jason, get the fuck out."

It was quarter past ten and you'd just returned from your fifth date of the month. Since your recent breakup with Jason due to him being found in a compromising position with an ex-girlfriend of his, you'd been determined to erase him completely from your mind.

You started off by eradicating traces of his presence- the sheets that stained of his cologne, the photos on the wall, and the dumb napkin you kept from your first date.

The only exception was an oversized sweatshirt that you still occasionally wore to sleep. It was comfortable, you told yourself, that that was the reason you kept it. Yet the sight of it in the back of your dresser made you feel a little pathetic every time you glimpsed at it. Guilty. One more wear and you'd toss it out. Just one last wear.

However, it was all easier said than done. And moving on was certainly made harder by the fact that the bastard showed himself in your apartment every night without fail.

At first, you allowed it. You’d thought Jason was only back to collect his belongings, so you watched with spiteful eyes and commanded him to take back everything— his gifts, his clothes, and his damn Red Hood suit. Then, as soon as he was done, you ordered him to leave and to never return again.

The second time Jason appeared, he had just finished patrol. His bloodied suit had been stripped on the ground and his chest was heaving with a terrible gash across his skin. "Help?" he'd asked from his form on the couch. And despite gripping clenched fists and with gritted teeth, you'd reluctantly cleaned him up before sending him out. Again.

On the third time that he’d entered, you made sure to confiscate his set of keys. To your surprise, Jason complied without a fight but he wore a wordless smirk on his face. You hadn't known the meaning of it until he somehow re-emerged a fourth time. Then fifth. Then sixth. It was as if "we're done, I never want to see your fucking face again" meant nothing, and he'd never left.

After work, you knew what awaited you at home. And oh, the terrible, stupid, painful ache you felt in your chest as you would find him on your couch, your dining table, then sitting by your bed. Utterly disrespectful, disregarding your feelings, re-tainting your space with the same memories you tried to destroy and burn into ash.

You hated him. You hated him so much because not only had he broken your heart, he had stolen it. Jason had left a vacant space. A space you desperately tried to fill by going out on dates with eligible bachelors at every possible moment.

There was no denying you were an attractive woman. Smart, educated, beautiful, sweet, young, and charming. You had a bundle of successful men lined up one after another after Jason's loss. Doctors, business-owners, models, actors, engineers, and even a few multimillionaires. You’d forced yourself to give them a chance but with every passing date, the knit in your stomach coiled tighter. You knew deep inside you could never move on from the rugged, scoundrel vigilante with scars for days. You hated that most of all.

Tonight's contestant was a bar owner. Older, built, not a bad-looking guy. Of course, he'd brought you to his establishment and seated you in his private, most lavish room reserved for only the top, VIP guests. He fed you delicious food— some wine-stewed venison— and the drink in your glass never once emptied. Throughout the dinner, he complimented you, talked about himself, and asked questions about your life and profession. Seriously, there was nothing wrong with him. A perfect gentleman. Yet you still found yourself making up vague excuses to leave early. Why? You didn’t know.

The door clicked close as you flickered on the lights. You needn't see him to know it was him. It was routine at this point. This time, Jason was sitting on your reading chair. His helmet had been strewn onto your coffee table and he looked just as out of place among the soft-pink cushions as ever. You felt your cheeks grew hot at the sight of him. Out of anger, you told yourself.

"Get out. Now." Your teeth grinded with the effort it took you not to scream and thrash at him.

Jason only stood up, approaching with lazed but sure steps as he cocked a brow. Instantly, you feel irritated and bothered. Jamming a manicure finger into his toned chest, attempting to press hard, to make him hurt, you glared, "I told you to never come back again. Why won't you fucking listen? I don't want you in my apartment, Jason! We are over!"

He didn't even attempt to move you. Instead, Jason stepped closer until you felt the warmth of his skin radiating through his shirt and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You slapped his hand away. "Leave," you growled, but it sounded weak even to your own ears.

Jason’s laugh dripped with condescension. "Why? So your rich playdate can come in? I promise I won't bloody him too much." Jason tilted his head a little, gaze dropping to your lips before they met your eyes with a small sneer. Then he looked past your head, voice laced with challenge. "Speaking of, where is he? Or…” he dragged, “maybe you lied and there was no date. Pity. You look so good."

Jason's hand snaked out to hold your hips, and you fought to ignore how nice they felt or how they reminded you of the sinful things they were capable of doing.

“None of that concerns you,” you spat in retort, full of malice. "Why, you jealous?" It was just a light taunt but secretly, you might've wished that he was. It would make you feel a little bit better if that were the case.

"You could never replace me or find someone better." Jason replied without missing a beat, but now, any semblance of a grin had been wiped off his face.

"Don't flatter yourself. Anyone is better than you."

At that, he barked out a dry chuckle, and his thumb caressed your hip in a way that he wasn't even aware of doing. "You think that you’re so tough because you act it. You pretend that you're over me, yet you still sleep in my clothes."

The red, hot rage that replaced your previous bitterness was evident. Crimson coloured your cheeks and Jason seemed to grow amused again.

“What? You thought I didn’t know?”

You scoffed incredulously. Just as you thought he couldn't be any more of a shameless hound. "You snooped through my things?"

"Mine, actually. And I didn't need to, it was just sitting on your chair."

"You're actually fucking unbelievable."

"You're obsessed."

"Fuck you."

You attempted to push him away then, finally riled up.

How dare he accuse you of these things?! Who did he think he was? Of course you had moved on! That's why you were able to go on all those dates.

Your chest rose and fell with the exasperated amount of fury, agitation, disbelief, but most importantly, the hurt that you felt. It was written all over your face but you no longer cared. The words on your tongue tasted like acid, metallic and bitter as you spewed them.

"I don't know how I ever loved you."

With the eight words that fell came a heavy silence that suddenly rang through the room. You could see the very moment that Jason's eyes darkened, his fist clenched, and all traces of amusement or mockery died.

Jason’s jaw set tightly as he spoke with deceiving calm. It chilled you as much as it humiliatingly excited you. "Look me in the eyes and say that again, I dare you.”

You swallowed then lifted your chin. His eyes were a deep shade of molten green but now it looked closer to a blackened hue. It was so quiet that you could only hear the drum of your heart and sounds of shallow breathing apart from the crackle of tension which thrummed between your bodies.

You had thought that you'd relish in the sight of Jason affected but you didn't. As you spoke, your voice lacked conviction. You repeated yourself a second time and began to realise how big of a sorry lie it was.

"I said, I don't know how I ever lov-"

Jason's hand reached out so fast to wrap around the base of your throat, you could barely react as his lips crashed down on yours. It should've showered you with mortification that you didn't even pretend to put up a fight before you moaned against his lips and kissed him back just as ravenously. You kissed with heated passion and unspoken wrath. It was a clash of teeth and tongue. A tangled mess of pants, fervour, thirst, and need. Absolutely filthy.

Only pulling back to breathe, Jason leaned down to bite and suck on your skin. Skin which had been left unmarked for way too long. Your neck, your jaw, your lobes. Fuck gentle. “Been too fucking long,” he rasped.

You shuddered as Jason’s teeth skimmed the column of your throat and his tongue traced after. You should have pushed him away but instead, you mewled a desperate whine and tugged him closer by his tussled black hair. Fingers raking through the familiar, silver-grey strand at the front of it, your thighs rubbed for much needed friction.

In the past, you would've hurried him, but he was right and it had been wayyy too long. With every skilled touch and every move of his lips, he elicited another zap within you, bringing you back to life. You can regret this come morning.

Jason pushed your short skirt up the curve of your ass then tugged your dampened panties down as they fell to your ankle. A cool breeze brushed against your pussy, and your thighs clenched, earning yourself a rough spank. Smack.

"Spread them open." Despite not wanting to give into his orders so easily, you followed like the habit of a life time. You parted your legs and held onto the nearest wall for stability. Then, you felt the pad of his thick fingers tracing through your wet slit as they pressed against your entrance and pushed, stretching you open.

You moaned just as Jason groaned. "Fuck baby, you're so tight and warm." He set out a punishing pace right away, thrusting and curling his fingers the exact way you loved it as he used his thumb to rub at the nub of your clit simultaneously. Jason worked you with ease, and when he felt you clench too quickly, he added another.

You hadn't felt this good in so long, and your fingers had never felt the same as his. Even the toys you'd purchased after your breakup had not measured close to him. "Mm,” he drawled, “Poor baby's been neglected, hm?"

"None of your little dates could satisfy your needs, huh?"

Jason increased his pace, curling his fingers rougher. His taunts have fully returned as soon as he felt you beginning to pulse and squeeze. He knew exactly what that meant. "Must feel nice after not being properly touched for so long."

"Sh-shut up."

"What was that? You want me to stop?" He mocked.

Your eyes widened and you shook your head. You wouldn't put it past the bastard to follow through. "N-no! No, please, Jay."

You needn't turn around to see the infuriating smirk that must have crawled on his face. Jason chuckled with amusement. "Back to Jay now, am I? Would've done this earlier if I'd known."

"You-" Whatever clever retort you had on the tip of your tongue vanished as it got cut off with a moan.

With a skilled flick of your clit and a few more thrusts, you felt yourself shudder as the built up knot in your belly unravelled and you came around Jason’s fingers. He’d continued to fuck you through your release before eventually pulling out.

Jason turned you around to face him just as he brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked. He did it so naturally that it deepened the hue on your cheeks. Jason studied you with smouldering eyes then his lips were on yours once more. He kissed as if he all he wanted to breathe was you.

Jason pulled down his pants and freed his cock from his boxers. He was huge as ever and you felt him hot and throbbing, his angry, leaking tip brushing against your lower belly. Jason broke off the kiss as he stroked himself a few times and placed some pressure at your entrance. At this point, you were too desperate to stop. No way you could stop.

“Quick, what are you waiting for?” You breathed impatiently, whole body buzzing with desire. You lifted your hips a little, urging him to push inside already, and with that, Jason sheathed himself with a brutal thrust that drew a loud cry from you.

The stretch was borderline painful. Jason pulled out halfway before thrusting in again to the hilt, moulding you to the shape of his cock. Even when you were dating, he had been difficult to handle. So after four tortuous months of abstinence, he was practically impossible to adjust to.

“Fuck,” you hissed, hands clamping down on his broad shoulders, your manicured nails digging in. You felt your eyes prickle with effort as you mumbled with a whiny edge. “It’s too much…Jay, it’s too much.”

Jason’s response was: “You can take it. You’ve taken more before.”

As you started to relax around him, slowly familiarising yourself with his size again, he gradually picked up the paces of his thrusts. The slicked sounds of skin on skin amplified as Jason groaned and closed his eyes from the sensation. “You feel so fucking good baby. I’ve missed this so much.” I’ve missed you.

You weren’t entirely sure whether it was hearing him calling you ‘baby’ again or his thumb finding your clit, but you squeezed around him, moaning louder as the sting morphed into a haze of pleasure. You clung onto Jason, breathing heavy as you not-so-discreetly inhaled his intoxicating scent. Since the breakup, you had tried so hard to diminish the smell of cloves, gunpowder, and leather that you’d forgotten how much you loved it. Jason hid his smile and pretended not to notice. He snapped his hips, fucking you into oblivion. Faster. Harder.

The bliss was overwhelming, and somewhere between the blur of sweat and pants, the proximity of your bodies as you shuddered again and formed a cream ring at the base of his cock, you began to sniffle.

A tear rolled down your cheeks, warm and salty. Jason’s thrusts faltered a little—barely noticeable—but he did not stop. He wiped it away with his thumb. “Don’t tell me I’ve fucked you so dumb you’re crying.” He was not too surprised if that had been the case considering that it had happened in the past. An embarrassing amount of times, in fact. “I’m not even that rough tonight.” But perhaps it was the break, he thought. “I’m not too rough, am I?”

You didn’t correct him and only shook your head. You tried to place your sudden sorrow aside and to relish in the pleasure as Jason fucked you through a third orgasm before he finally buried his face in the crook of your neck. With a deep, guttural sound, Jason twitched inside you and held you still as he filled you—thick and hot. When he’d pulled out, he dripped past your thighs.

“I’ll clean you up, baby,” Jason rasped, and after a beat, he added though his voice had dropped, “don’t send me out tonight.” An unspoken plea hung through the air as his forehead fell to yours. He swallowed, and you heard the faint inhales and exhales that he took as your chest matched his breathing. Jason pressed an unexpectedly soft kiss onto your temple.

Basking in the aftermaths of your gratification, spent and sore, your lips couldn’t help but to tremble. Guilt returned to slap you across the face as your stomach dropped with an immense wave of shame at the realisation of what you had done. You were so fucking stupid. You allowed him in again. You let your guard down and succumbed because you were weak.

Your voice was more vulnerable than you preferred, a little shook as you mumbled, “I c-can’t.”

“Why not?” At your rejection, Jason had looked almost dejected, and how dare he, you thought. He had been the one to betray your trust, to wreck your relationship, and to shred your heart to pieces. And he had the audacity to act disappointed that you wouldn’t let him sleep over after he had used you?

“Because you fucking cheated on me!”

It was the first time you’d ever experienced the world stop spinning. Everything came to a halt as Jason’s expression froze and a look of revelation crossed his face. It was the also the first time you’d seen him so stunned. Jason’s grip on your hips loosened before one of his large hands cupped your face, his dark green eyes narrowed.

“Are you kidding me?” He asked, but it was not as lost now, rather in disbelief. Jason breathed out a hard scoff, his words careful but angry. Whether it was towards you or himself, you weren’t sure, but his reaction made you unsettled. “That was the reason you ended things? Are you fucking kidding me?”

And then there was hurt. Jason Todd looked hurt.

“Are you insane? You cheated on me, of course I broke up with you!”

“I never cheated on you! What the hell are you talking about?” Jason roared, matching your volume now, and you flinched. Your breath hitched and your lips parted, brows furrowed with complete bewilderment. Jason had sounded so torn and raw and honest, but you knew what you saw. You were sure of it.

Jason closed his eyes then opened them in a futile attempt to ease his rage. “That night,” he spoke, the undying blaze in his livid gaze and his steel grip on your cheeks remaining firm. “You offered me no explanation but demanded me to pack and to leave. I had simply assumed that I’d done or said something stupid to push you away like I had done to the others in my past.”

You swallowed as Jason’s words spun your head and made you relive what had sure to be the worst night of your life. You could practically taste the metallic tang of bitterness and anguish as you replayed the vivid image of Jason and Sophie, an ex of his, in the lobby of your complex. You had been so excited to return to him after work had ended only to be sickened by the sight of her skinny fingers trailing down his chest. Sophie’s slender, perfect figure had been practically glued against Jason’s as she whispered him something with a practiced smile. You couldn’t even bear to look at Jason as blood rushed to your ears and you fled back to your apartment, beaten and deceived. No matter how much you felt for him, it was over, you told yourself.

“You looked so broken and hurt, it killed me. For once, I loved someone enough to leave without question. I just thought you finally realised you were too good for me.” Jason licked his lips and scoffed again. “But it was because you thought I cheated on you? You really thought so little of me you believed that I was disloyal?”

“Stop gaslighting me, Jason! I saw it with my own eyes. You and Sophie in the lobby! She was all over you and you let her!”

With each accusation, Jason appeared more struck, as if each word was a twist of dagger to his chest.

“What are you talking about? She threw herself at me! If only you’d stayed a second longer, you would’ve seen me pushing away! I would never want another woman,” his voice broke with how much emotion he poured into it. Jason felt stabbed by a stupendous amount of exasperated incredulity.

“Why can’t you understand that? I don’t want anyone but you! I love you so much that I forced myself to let you go, but of course I couldn’t stand not knowing you were safe or leaving you alone for long.”

“So I came back every night despite withstanding the torment of knowing that you’ve been going out to see other men! You think that’s been easy for me?!”

The guilt and stupidity that showered upon you made you feel like you wanted to peel open your skin and to swallow scorching stones. You had been a selfish idiot doubting Jason, and mistakenly, you’d hurt him too.

“I’ve only been going on dates to try and move on from you, but no matter how hard I try, I just can’t.” You confessed, feeling inexplicably abashed. You were so greatly embarrassed you wanted to go into eternal hiding, faltering as your eyes averted from his. But Jason couldn’t allow it. He ensured that you looked at him as he tilted your gaze with the grip he had on your cupped face.

“Jay, I’m so sorry. You have to understand I was hurt.”

Jason listened, but the only way he could think of responding was by sealing his lips to yours in yet another kiss. However, unlike the others you’d shared tonight, this one was so incredibly soft and vulnerable and sweet that it made your knees buckle. It was so much that it’d almost made up for all the months you’d wasted with him and replenished your shattered heart. You didn’t want to pull away at all. Neither did he, really, but someone had to.

“I’m sorry too. If I was good boyfriend to you, you would have never had to doubt me.”

“Jason-”

“One chance,” he murmured, thumb caressing right beneath your cheekbone. You didn’t even think of hesitating as you nodded. “I’m never letting you go again. I won’t give you a reason to question your trust.”

And with a terribly pretty grin that you hated to admit you’d missed, Jason vowed. It was such devastating words that you felt he’d mended you completely and that you’d heard the fervid beating in your chest once more.

Jason Todd Thoughts

Jason Todd who is 100% the type of guy to smile at you with a mouth full of blood and wink at you if he ever got arrested.

Jason Todd who stumbles into your apartment with deep gashes from patrol and holds your waist as you treat him. Then he’ll have you ride him, insisting he’s fine

Jason Todd who is never insecure. You can wear a belt as a skirt and flounce about, because the second another guy dares to stare at you, Jason will have them pummeled to the ground.

Jason Todd who promised to stop smoking if you’d find him another way to occupy his mouth. Now whenever he has the urge to, he pulls you down to sit on his face. “Fucking suffocate me, baby.”

Jason Todd who fucks you rough and hard until you’re sore and dumb. But once it’s over, he’ll kiss your all over with aching softness and run you a warm bath. (Or give you another round in the shower if you’re up for it.)

Jason Todd who can be bleeding out on a random rooftop but the second he sees your message reading “miss you, Jay,” he’ll be knocking on your door. He’ll always come home to you.

Jason Todd who sounds like Candy by Doja Cat

Like maybe you’re going somewhere right, and you use a car for whatever reason blah blah blah and roy joins youse for whatever reason (maybe you’re going out for food or to a store or whatever).

And your first reaction to going to the car is something along the lines of,

“Oh, I’ll let you both go in front so you can talk together.” as like you’re opening the back door for yourself.

And Jason just stands there so baffled, and honestly looking genuinely offended and even hurt that you would even EVER suggest that. (And that you opened the door for yourself cause like what are you doing?? That’s his job???)

He’s acting immediately. You don’t even have time to actually sit down in the backseat, he’s picking you up, leaving the back door open for Roy.

“Get in the back, Harper.”

“Yessir.” You just know Roy’s got a shit eating grin on his face cause he finds it hilarious to see Jason riled up like this, and for something so small too.

The car door shuts with Roy inside, while Jason is still outside with you still lifted up in his arms. He’s looking up at you, still looking offended when he speaks.

“Why would you even say that? You sit beside me. Always, I don’t care who’s with us, you always sit beside me.” He has this big dramatic pout on his face, acting like your suggestion just proved you didn’t love him.

You’re giggling your ass off in his arms, feet still off the ground. “Jay, lovie, it’s just so you can talk together. We never drive with him and he’s your best friend, least I can do is let him sit next to you so you can talk.”

“Noooo, stoooppp, you’re breaking my heart, stop.” Queue intensified pout and frown on his face, he’s whining like a kid who doesn’t want to go to sleep. “You sit next to me so I can hold your hand and touch you and be next to you when I’m driving. I can’t do that when you’re in the backseat.”

“Okay, okay,” you laughing again, pressing a kiss to his dramatic pout. “I’ll sit next to you.” His face instantly lights up, big smile on his face as if a frown had never been there to begin with.

He’s setting you down now, hand on the front door handle before turning to you again.

“also if you EVER open your own door around me again there will be severe consequences,” He says with the most serious voice and look on his face, before placing the sweetest kiss ever on the tip of your nose, and opening the door for you.

You’re kind of stood there baffled, before you let out a small laugh again and sit down in the passenger seat.

Jason’s got his hand on your thigh with yours above it while he’s driving, Roy’s sat in the middle in the back and leaning on yours and Jason’s seats to talk to you both, and everyone’s happy.