MDNI. my fics are 18+. angsty, darker themes & smut.
latest -> safety net & big ol’ freak
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Bucky Barnes
-> loathe isn’t strong enough ☆
ANGST. slowburn-ish. smut; hatefucking, crying during sex. betrayal. reader is morally grey. hurt!comfort. approx. 20k wc
-> wanna play a game? ☆
ghostface!bucky. fearplay. horror themes.
-> solo mission
angst, reader!hurt, hurt!nocomfort
-> winter widow / p2 / p3 ☆
what if you were the one who fell?
reader!winter(soldier)widow, angst, violence, mention of torture, flashbacks, yearning.
-> “i didn’t have anywhere else to go”
reader!hurt, enemies to lovers, angst but also fluff
-> tell me again in the morning
fluff, reader!drunk, friends to lovers, confession.
-> sleeping with the enemy ☆
enemies to lovers, one bed trope, angst, bucky!hurt
-> the blood we’ve spilt ☆
wintersoldier!bucky x vampire!reader
hydra experiment, forbidden love, torture, blood, sexual tension, violence, eventual smut, some tooth rotting one-liners -> (bonus)
-> bucky barnes is a slut ☆
short. kinda fluff. suggestive. fruit as a sexual innuendo.
-> “i didn’t ask for you to love me.”
angst. hurt absolutely no comfort.
-> “congressman barnes is a munch” ☆
pure smut. f!recieving.
-> “demolition lovers”
you took his bullet, but now you have to say goodbye. angst. they’re so in love, it’s painful. hurt/nocomfort. yes it’s an mcr reference.
-> “hates me, not?” ☆
sub!bucky. dryhumping. begging. whimpering men.
-> “perfect distraction” ☆
bucky is in love with you but you’re bestfriends. when you both hookup for the first time, you suggest fwb and he desperately wants you so he’ll settle for fucking you stupid.
-> “fatal attraction” ☆
avenger!bucky + newrecruit!reader. angst, enemies to lovers, jealousy
Jason Todd
-> safety net — the masterlist *series
college au, smut, virginity loss, angst, fluff. betrayal.
-> bulking season
jason has been bulking and he’s extraaaaa big.
-> jason, the romantic
fluff. short. drabble
-> tower of memories *ongoing
hurt!comfort. angsty; very angsty-relationship, heated arguments. reader!hurt; blood, torture, violence, lowkey horror. slowburn-ish. +more tags to be added.
-> not over it
emotional damage, angst, trauma. hurt/comfort.
-> keep it on ☆
mask kink. filthy smut.
-> too angry to notice ☆
jason todd x reader — reader!hurt, angst, smut
you fucked up on the mission. bad. you ended up getting hurt and hide it from jason. he’s so pissed at you for messing up patrol he doesn’t even realize you were hurt. until he does, and the tension between you boils over.
-> f*cking the stress outta you ☆
exactly what it sounds like.
-> “jason’s love language is physical touch” ☆
sweet, soft smut.
-> merry christmas, i love you
fluff. angst. friends to lovers. happy jason.
-> melt into the kiss
jason folds like a lawn chair. fluff.
-> bf!jason is a yapper
boyfriend!jasontodd is such a yapper, he can’t do secrets.
miscellaneous
sweet treat — clark kent — fluff & smut ☆
huge apologies — unnamed mc — very smutty ☆
godforsaken beginnings — w/w — vampires. ☆
DISCLAIMER ~ this is NOT a cohesive list. unfortunately, i haven’t updated this in months, apologies. look through the #’s on this post for everything.
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loverboy!jason | fluffy smut | your honour, 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 those 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.
“jay,” you’ll sigh, clawing at his forearms enough to leave a soft pink lines. “just put it in.”
a chuckle slips as he kisses your cheek. “i don’t get a please tonight ma?”
the tears in your eyes sting and roll down your cheek. you let out a frustrated groan and buck into him when he tsks. he bites his lip while he watches your face, a bead of sweat wicking down his forehead when he shakes his head.
“i wanna enjoy you.” tickling breath by your ear. “we don’t have to rush.”
though you’re practically crying and bucking up into him. “if you don’t fuck me, i’m going to fuck you jason.”
that seems to make him laugh, stopping movements and letting his tip catch at your entrance. when your breath catches, he grins down at you and holds your hip tight.
“as tempting as that sounds, i wanna do this for you.”
the feeling of his heavy length inching inside, it’s enough to ruin. overwhelming in the best way possible, you never truly get used to the way he fits and the way he understands your body than you do. his hands snake around your waist, moving up and squeezing the underside of your chest. manhandling in its gentlest form as he guides you closer to him and pushes deeper inside. your mouth falls open, but jason uses that too.
thick fingers are pushed past your lips. just as you moan around them, jason takes your hands from clawing at his back and pulls your fingers apart, putting them in his own mouth. he answers your moan with a groan of his own, his eyes unrelenting on yours as he bottoms out and chuckles. the vibrations of his voice hitting your supple fingertips as he tongues at your skin. the salty taste making the moment more intimate as you realize he tastes the same.
thrusting in a devastating pace, your eyes begin to roll. the look of him, your fingers in his mouth as his touched you all the same, it was everything all at once. he touched so deeply, everywhere.
reaching the places you could never touch, kissing your cervix in the way that drowns you because that’s always his goal—to ruin you.
the warmth of his chest on yours was searing in a way that felt like a hot shower, pulling you into the heat. the scent of his skin began to overwhelm and he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and kisses the tips of yours before your lips.
“you can take it ma,” panting lowly as he moves.
jason loves to see you like this, heaving as you desperately try to hold on for him for god knows why. he lifts your leg further on his hip, hitching it around before ultimately hiking your thigh up higher. and higher. stopping when you gape at him and the backs of your thighs are pressed against his chest. there’s a shakiness in his voice that you recognized as him holding back.
“feel good baby?” he coos in a barely restrained voice.
you nod vigorously, tangling your fingers in his locks and pulling him into a harsh kiss. teeth clashing as he soothes it with his pretty tongue, pulling back to suck on the muscle between your lips. you moan in surprise when he turns it sharp with the shift of his hips, hitting impossibly deeper at this angle now. the peak builds like a dam on the verge of flooding. jason sees it.
movements speeding up as he watches your face contort, the dark hair by his neck clings to his skin. he sighs your name as he kisses your knuckles, still so much reverence in his care.
“that’s it,” he pants. “give me everything ma.”
a whine escapes you at his action, wanting to hide from him as he holds you there. “please jay.”
“that’s not far,” a chuckle touches your ears delicately, making your eyes widen at him. “you can’t hide this part from me. it’s my favourite.”
a frustrated moan slips, “you’re being mean.”
“this is mean?” exclaiming without faltering his movements, sloppily kissing you while he sounded like he were struggling to breathe deeply. “i’m making you cum and it’s mean?”
despite how close you were, you laugh too. breath quickly hitching as he continues moving in and out of you, thrusts sloppy as he bites his plump bottom lip as if trying to keep ahold of himself. when you whine his name again, he makes a breathless sound you’d wished you could replay.
though you could feel how close he was now too. how his breath faltered and his pace was sloppy beyond compare. lifting your hips to no avail as he holds you down with his weight, that’s when you can tell his resolve crumbles. he drops a hand between you and makes desperate circles, letting his voice tickle your eardrum as he rasps. you cry out as he guides your head to the crook of his neck and coos.
“be a good girl, yeah? let me feel it.”
it’s embarassing how fast he got you there with just a little extra simulation and his voice. you gasp his name as you let go, clamping around him so tightly while you shake in his grips. jason’s not far behind, whispering profanities as he sighs your name back to you. driving himself impossibly deeper as he lifts his weight only to drop it back down into you. his fingers never stop against you as he does it, groaning out before you feel how he struggles.
“please,” demeanour shifting as he continues to move. “can i please ma?”
you already know what he’s asking. you’ve given him permission time and time again but still he asks. effortlessly gentleman like as he considers you before himself, you feel your limp fingers reach for his cheek. caressing as you nod.
eyes still on yours as he melts into you, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck as he groans. you feel him drive himself a few more times before he buries to the hilt. pulse after pulse, hot against your walls, while he continues to grind into you overstimulating both of you as he does it. it’s not until tears go down your face that he looks to you and he stills, kissing you tight as he quivers into your mouth.
that’s when you notice it. it’s when you see the warm streak on his face and you pull away.
“baby are you crying?” you ask him before he can ask you.
“you are too,” he sniffles, wiping the tear from your cheek while he lets your other legs rest on his hip.
a soft chuckle slips from your lips as you take a deep breath. “yeah, for a different reason. besides, i asked you first.”
“i said it second.”
then you give him a stern look. it crumbles just as fast as it forms when you see his perfect face, sweaty and warm as evidence of your encounter.
“okay,” he says finally, “i just realized how much i love you. that’s all.”
you blink at him, the plush on his stomach still pressing on yours as he holds one arm now by your head, holding himself over you. his other hand still caressing your cheek. you give him a small, weak smile, though it didn’t lack in genuineness.
“you only just realizing that? should i be concerned?” you joked.
though jason’s expression remains serious. “no ma, i mean… i really love you.” looking from eye to eye. “more than life itself and i’m so grateful for you.”
before you knew it, your lip shook and brows furrowed as you said his name. infatuation in your tone as you spoke the truth into the air. “i love you too.”
he shakes his head. “i know that. and i’ve known that i loved you for years now. it’s just, god, it’s overwhelming how much i feel for you.” he admits.
you gulp. the feelings he had were always heartfelt and deeply thoughtful. when jason said it, you knew he weighed it heavy on his heart before he voiced it to you. even though he told you every little thought he had, he spoke about it like it was holy. like religion and you the prayer he recalled.
“you’re everything to me too jay,” you sigh. “i’m not sure i’d survive this place without you.”
a moment passes before he nudges his nose to yours, nuzzling closer as you feel his breath on your face. “i’d follow you anywhere.”
you kiss him then, pulling him tighter against you despite how close you already were. letting your tongue tangle with his as you remained connected, though only now it felt like both body and soul.
there was never a way to express it before but jason made it better. he found a way to let it out that you’d accepted now, even as words failed to find you here. only actions could accurately convey it for you now in comparison to his meticulously chosen words. jason kisses you back just as needy, pressing his lips to your jaw as you hummed in response. he kisses you like he’s fucking starving, practically devouring your mouth while you’re happily helpless to it.
the words i love you, seared into your skin as he continually says it. gentle lips on your skin as you tilt your head into the soft pillow.
“thus with another kiss,” he sighs as he presses his lips to yours again. “i seal your existence to mine.”
“that’s definitely not what he says.” giggling as he continued to pepper you with kisses meant to tickle you with the brush of his stubble. neither of you caring enough to retort.
the only thought of him on your mind as he holds you in his big strong arms. your legs aching around his waist but you hardly cared. in his arms you felt whole and he admitted that in yours he felt human.
loverboy!jason will always be famous to me | taglist
fluff | domestic life | in which you shower without jason
it’s like you’ve committed a felony.
as though this alone was the greatest betrayal of it all.
jason will literally pout when he gets back and you’re clean, hair wet and dripping. even if it’s just damp, he’ll know. he’ll gape at you and slow blink like a dramatic movie. especially now that you live together, he likes to nod his head condescendingly. says wow as though you’d personally offended him because you kinda did.
“so, you showered.” he says as if it burned his tongue. recoiling slightly when you sigh and nod.
“yes jason.” pulling your hoodie over your head. “i went for a walk and felt gross and sweaty. so what?”
even then he gasps over your action, and his hand grabs at the clothing you’d just put on. “i mean, do you not like the way i smell anymore?”
you have to stifle a laugh as you swat his hand away. “no dumbass, i put your clothes in the wash.”
without having his gear taken off yet, because of how distraught he felt, jason flops on the bed. his voice muffled into his arms. “oh the horror. my girlfriend hates me.”
it feels like you’re rolling your eyes so far into the back of your head that they might fall right out. by the time he’s looking at you again, you’d already agreed to take a second shower with him. mostly because he’s just rubbed the grime of his day all over you.
in the beginning, he settled for following you into the bathroom. sitting on the closed toilet seat while he tells you a story. sometimes he just brushes his teeth while you use the bathroom, or maybe he’ll try your skincare routine while you yell at him not to use so much.
he doesn’t go to pull the curtains on you to watch, god no.
jason patiently waited until you offered him to come inside with you. it’s not like sex was what he wanted. well, of course he hoped he could hold you up against the tiles, use the water droplets as guides down your body. how he loved to hear your moans echo around the hot room as he ate you within an inch of your life. all he truly intended to do was to stay near you.
sex is always a bonus.
what jason really wants is to stitch his skin to yours. to be there at every moment that he can, next to you. to worship the suds that grace your skin and envy the way the water gets to touch you. then he’ll ask to put that vanilla lotion you like on for you, and once he’s done he’ll ask for you to do the same.
the man will genuinely drop everything he’s doing to take a steaming hot shower with you. and if you don’t like how hot it is, he’ll stand under the waterfall. if you complain that you’re cold, he changes the temperature to exactly what you like. jason’s hands rub circles at your back with careful consideration while you lather the soap in your head. pulling out hums while you say with barely any conviction that you’re gonna get soap in your eyes. not that he’d let that happen anyway since he likes to rub your scalp next and put conditioner in.
he makes you wait after the gym for him. the grossest part might be when he rubs his face in your neck first, murmuring something about how good you smell when you scrunch your face at him.
“i smell like sweat you nasty.” pushing at his head while he only pulls you closer by your waist.
“exactly” he agrees, placing sloppy kisses up your jaw with a soft touch of his tongue, licking at your skin.
jason follows you into the shower then too. waddling close behind you while his hands are by his waist like he’s afraid you’ll say no even though you never do. he watches you undress with a purse in his lips and brings his hands clutched dangerously close to his crotch.
“jason.” you warn as you step into the warm water.
“mmhm?” eyes not leaving your thighs as water trickles down.
“you wanna join me?”
then he’s already pulling his shirt over his head, sweats somehow already on the ground as he approaches the running shower. “it’s like asking a dog if they want a treat.”
his comment makes you laugh, hands coming up to his shoulders as he slides in front of you. the water dampens his hair and lets it fall like bangs by his brows. gorgeous smile flashing at you through the dimly lit shower, glinting amidst the sheer curtains once he pulls them. you squint.
“you realize you just compared yourself to a dog right?”
taking the bottle of shampoo you liked to use, he squeezed it into his hands while you turned for him like a practiced routine. the smell brings him comfort, the distant scent of you that had his eyes rolling in the back of his head. he loved showering with you cause you’d run it through his hair too, letting the aromas linger through his locks as he goes about his day. letting the air around him remind him of home and reminisce like he didn’t cuddle you through your alarms.
“that’s okay ma,” cooing just above your ear as he runs the pads of his fingers through your scalp. letting your hums rumble from your back to his chest as you lean on him. “i can be whatever you want me to be.”
“i want you to,” you pause as your eyes roll back from the gentle pressure he applied.
“yes?” jason hums you along. “you want me?”
humming back, you complete your sentence. “—to never, ever stop doing this.”
jason chuckles as he turns you around, rubbing circles by your temples now. “why, i wouldn’t dream of it.”
slowly your resolve melts into him as he takes the ability to reason from your thoughts. the only thing on your mind him as he starts reading the bottle of dr bronner on the edge of the tub. as though he doesn’t hone in on it after every shower.
“can you get my back with this after?” he says as he kisses your shoulder. “i like how it cools my skin.”
how could you ever deny him when he’s so adorably sweet?
i’ve been on a fluff kick lately cause i’m writing another part for a series and it’s taking everything outta me idek why.
fluff | domestic life | in which you shower without jason
it’s like you’ve committed a felony.
as though this alone was the greatest betrayal of it all.
jason will literally pout when he gets back and you’re clean, hair wet and dripping. even if it’s just damp, he’ll know. he’ll gape at you and slow blink like a dramatic movie. sometimes, especially if now that you live together, he likes to nod his head condescendingly. says wow as though you’d personally offended him because you kinda did.
“so, you showered.” he says as if it burned his tongue. recoiling slightly when you sigh and nod.
“yes jason.” pulling your hoodie over your head. “i went for a walk and felt gross and sweaty. so what?”
even then he gasps all over the top, and his hand grabs at the clothing you’d just put on. “i mean, do you not like the way i smell anymore?”
you have to stifle a laugh as you swat his hand away. “no dumbass, i put your clothes in the wash.”
without having his gear taken off yet, because of how distraught he felt, jason flops on the bed. his voice muffled into his arms. “oh the horror. my girlfriend hates me.”
it feels like your rolling your eyes so far into the back of your head that they might lol out. though by the time he’s looking at you again you’d already agreed to take a second shower with him. mostly because he’s rubbed the grime of his day all over you.
in the beginning, he settled for following you into the bathroom. sitting on the closed toilet seat while he tells you a story. sometimes he just brushes his teeth while you use the bathroom, or maybe he’ll try your skincare routine while you yell at him not to use so much. he doesn’t go to pull the curtains, god no. jason patiently waited until you offered him inside. it’s not like sex was what he wanted. well, of course he hoped he could hold you up against the tiles, use the water droplets as guides down your body. how he loved to hear your moans echo around the hot room as he ate you within an inch of your life. all he truly intended to do was to stay near you.
sex is always a bonus.
what jason really wants is to stitch his skin to yours. to be there at every moment that he can, next to you. to worship the suds that grace your skin and envy the way the water gets to touch you. then he’ll ask to put that vanilla lotion you like on for you, and once he’s done he’ll ask for you to do the same.
the man will genuinely drop everything he’s doing to take a steaming hot shower with you. and if you don’t like how hot it is, he’ll stand under the waterfall. if you complain that you’re cold, he changes the temperature to exactly what you like. jason’s hands rub circles at your back with careful consideration while you lather the soap in your head. pulling out hums while you say with barely any conviction that you’re gonna get soap in your eyes. not that he’d let that happen anyway since he likes to rub your scalp next and put conditioner in.
he makes you wait after the gym for him. the grossest part might be when he rubs his face in your neck first, murmuring something about how good you smell when you scrunch your face at him.
“i smell like sweat you nasty.” pushing at his head while he only pulls you closer by your waist.
“exactly” he agrees, placing sloppy kisses up your jaw with a soft touch of his tongue, licking at your skin.
jason follows you into the shower then too. waddling close behind you while his hand behind his waist like he’s afraid you’ll say no even though you never do. he watches you undress with a purse in his lips and his hands clutched dangerously close to his crotch.
“jason.” you warn as you step into the warm water.
“mmhm?” eyes not leaving your thighs as water trickles down.
“you wanna join me?”
then he’s already pulling his shirt over his head, sweats somehow already on the ground as he approaches the running shower. “it’s like asking a dog if they want a treat.”
his comment makes you laugh, hands coming up to his shoulders as he slides in front of you. the water dampens his hair and lets it fall like bangs by his brows. gorgeous smile flashing at you through the dimly lit shower, glinting amidst the sheer curtains once he pulls them. you squint.
“you realize you just compared yourself to a dog right?”
taking the bottle of shampoo you liked to use, he squeezed into his hands. the smell brings him comfort, the distant scent of you that had his eyes rolling in the back of his head. he loved showering with you cause you’d run it through his hair too, letting the aromas linger through his locks as he goes about his day. letting the air around him remind him of home and reminisce like he didn’t cuddle you through your alarms.
“that’s okay ma,” cooing just above your ear as he runs the pass of his fingers in your scalp. letting your hums rumble from your back to his chest as you lean on him. “i can be whatever you want me to be.”
“i want you to,” you pause as your eyes roll back from the gentle pressure he applied.
“yes?” jason hums you along. “you want me?”
humming back, you complete your sentence. “—to never, ever stop doing this.”
jason chuckles as he turns you around, rubbing circles by your temples now. “why, i wouldn’t dream of it.”
slowly your resolve melts into him as he takes the ability to reason from your thoughts. the only thing on your mind him as he starts reading the bottle of dr bronner on the edge of the tub. as though he doesn’t hone in on it after every shower.
“can you get my back with this after?” he says as he kisses your shoulder. “i like how it cools my skin.”
how could you ever deny him when he’s so adorably sweet?
i’ve been on a fluff kick lately cause i’m writing another part for a series and it’s taking everything outta me idek why.
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fluff | domestic life | in which you shower without jason
it’s like you’ve committed a felony.
as though this alone was the greatest betrayal of it all.
jason will literally pout when he gets back and you’re clean, hair wet and dripping. even if it’s just damp, he’ll know. he’ll gape at you and slow blink like a dramatic movie. sometimes, especially if now that you live together, he likes to nod his head condescendingly. says wow as though you’d personally offended him because you kinda did.
“so, you showered.” he says as if it burned his tongue. recoiling slightly when you sigh and nod.
“yes jason.” pulling your hoodie over your head. “i went for a walk and felt gross and sweaty. so what?”
even then he gasps all over the top, and his hand grabs at the clothing you’d just put on. “i mean, do you not like the way i smell anymore?”
you have to stifle a laugh as you swat his hand away. “no dumbass, i put your clothes in the wash.”
without having his gear taken off yet, because of how distraught he felt, jason flops on the bed. his voice muffled into his arms. “oh the horror. my girlfriend hates me.”
it feels like your rolling your eyes so far into the back of your head that they might lol out. though by the time he’s looking at you again you’d already agreed to take a second shower with him. mostly because he’s rubbed the grime of his day all over you.
in the beginning, he settled for following you into the bathroom. sitting on the closed toilet seat while he tells you a story. sometimes he just brushes his teeth while you use the bathroom, or maybe he’ll try your skincare routine while you yell at him not to use so much. he doesn’t go to pull the curtains, god no. jason patiently waited until you offered him inside. it’s not like sex was what he wanted. well, of course he hoped he could hold you up against the tiles, use the water droplets as guides down your body. how he loved to hear your moans echo around the hot room as he ate you within an inch of your life. all he truly intended to do was to stay near you.
sex is always a bonus.
what jason really wants is to stitch his skin to yours. to be there at every moment that he can, next to you. to worship the suds that grace your skin and envy the way the water gets to touch you. then he’ll ask to put that vanilla lotion you like on for you, and once he’s done he’ll ask for you to do the same.
the man will genuinely drop everything he’s doing to take a steaming hot shower with you. and if you don’t like how hot it is, he’ll stand under the waterfall. if you complain that you’re cold, he changes the temperature to exactly what you like. jason’s hands rub circles at your back with careful consideration while you lather the soap in your head. pulling out hums while you say with barely any conviction that you’re gonna get soap in your eyes. not that he’d let that happen anyway since he likes to rub your scalp next and put conditioner in.
he makes you wait after the gym for him. the grossest part might be when he rubs his face in your neck first, murmuring something about how good you smell when you scrunch your face at him.
“i smell like sweat you nasty.” pushing at his head while he only pulls you closer by your waist.
“exactly” he agrees, placing sloppy kisses up your jaw with a soft touch of his tongue, licking at your skin.
jason follows you into the shower then too. waddling close behind you while his hand behind his waist like he’s afraid you’ll say no even though you never do. he watches you undress with a purse in his lips and his hands clutched dangerously close to his crotch.
“jason.” you warn as you step into the warm water.
“mmhm?” eyes not leaving your thighs as water trickles down.
“you wanna join me?”
then he’s already pulling his shirt over his head, sweats somehow already on the ground as he approaches the running shower. “it’s like asking a dog if they want a treat.”
his comment makes you laugh, hands coming up to his shoulders as he slides in front of you. the water dampens his hair and lets it fall like bangs by his brows. gorgeous smile flashing at you through the dimly lit shower, glinting amidst the sheer curtains once he pulls them. you squint.
“you realize you just compared yourself to a dog right?”
taking the bottle of shampoo you liked to use, he squeezed into his hands. the smell brings him comfort, the distant scent of you that had his eyes rolling in the back of his head. he loved showering with you cause you’d run it through his hair too, letting the aromas linger through his locks as he goes about his day. letting the air around him remind him of home and reminisce like he didn’t cuddle you through your alarms.
“that’s okay ma,” cooing just above your ear as he runs the pass of his fingers in your scalp. letting your hums rumble from your back to his chest as you lean on him. “i can be whatever you want me to be.”
“i want you to,” you pause as your eyes roll back from the gentle pressure he applied.
“yes?” jason hums you along. “you want me?”
humming back, you complete your sentence. “—to never, ever stop doing this.”
jason chuckles as he turns you around, rubbing circles by your temples now. “why, i wouldn’t dream of it.”
slowly your resolve melts into him as he takes the ability to reason from your thoughts. the only thing on your mind him as he starts reading the bottle of dr bronner on the edge of the tub. as though he doesn’t hone in on it after every shower.
“can you get my back with this after?” he says as he kisses your shoulder. “i like how it cools my skin.”
how could you ever deny him when he’s so adorably sweet?
i’ve been on a fluff kick lately cause i’m writing another part for a series and it’s taking everything outta me idek why.
fluff | domestic life | in which you shower without jason
it’s like you’ve committed a felony.
as though this alone was the greatest betrayal of it all.
jason will literally pout when he gets back and you’re clean, hair wet and dripping. even if it’s just damp, he’ll know. he’ll gape at you and slow blink like a dramatic movie. sometimes, especially if now that you live together, he likes to nod his head condescendingly. says wow as though you’d personally offended him because you kinda did.
“so, you showered.” he says as if it burned his tongue. recoiling slightly when you sigh and nod.
“yes jason.” pulling your hoodie over your head. “i went for a walk and felt gross and sweaty. so what?”
even then he gasps all over the top, and his hand grabs at the clothing you’d just put on. “i mean, do you not like the way i smell anymore?”
you have to stifle a laugh as you swat his hand away. “no dumbass, i put your clothes in the wash.”
without having his gear taken off yet, because of how distraught he felt, jason flops on the bed. his voice muffled into his arms. “oh the horror. my girlfriend hates me.”
it feels like your rolling your eyes so far into the back of your head that they might lol out. though by the time he’s looking at you again you’d already agreed to take a second shower with him. mostly because he’s rubbed the grime of his day all over you.
in the beginning, he settled for following you into the bathroom. sitting on the closed toilet seat while he tells you a story. sometimes he just brushes his teeth while you use the bathroom, or maybe he’ll try your skincare routine while you yell at him not to use so much. he doesn’t go to pull the curtains, god no. jason patiently waited until you offered him inside. it’s not like sex was what he wanted. well, of course he hoped he could hold you up against the tiles, use the water droplets as guides down your body. how he loved to hear your moans echo around the hot room as he ate you within an inch of your life. all he truly intended to do was to stay near you.
sex is always a bonus.
what jason really wants is to stitch his skin to yours. to be there at every moment that he can, next to you. to worship the suds that grace your skin and envy the way the water gets to touch you. then he’ll ask to put that vanilla lotion you like on for you, and once he’s done he’ll ask for you to do the same.
the man will genuinely drop everything he’s doing to take a steaming hot shower with you. and if you don’t like how hot it is, he’ll stand under the waterfall. if you complain that you’re cold, he changes the temperature to exactly what you like. jason’s hands rub circles at your back with careful consideration while you lather the soap in your head. pulling out hums while you say with barely any conviction that you’re gonna get soap in your eyes. not that he’d let that happen anyway since he likes to rub your scalp next and put conditioner in.
he makes you wait after the gym for him. the grossest part might be when he rubs his face in your neck first, murmuring something about how good you smell when you scrunch your face at him.
“i smell like sweat you nasty.” pushing at his head while he only pulls you closer by your waist.
“exactly” he agrees, placing sloppy kisses up your jaw with a soft touch of his tongue, licking at your skin.
jason follows you into the shower then too. waddling close behind you while his hand behind his waist like he’s afraid you’ll say no even though you never do. he watches you undress with a purse in his lips and his hands clutched dangerously close to his crotch.
“jason.” you warn as you step into the warm water.
“mmhm?” eyes not leaving your thighs as water trickles down.
“you wanna join me?”
then he’s already pulling his shirt over his head, sweats somehow already on the ground as he approaches the running shower. “it’s like asking a dog if they want a treat.”
his comment makes you laugh, hands coming up to his shoulders as he slides in front of you. the water dampens his hair and lets it fall like bangs by his brows. gorgeous smile flashing at you through the dimly lit shower, glinting amidst the sheer curtains once he pulls them. you squint.
“you realize you just compared yourself to a dog right?”
taking the bottle of shampoo you liked to use, he squeezed into his hands. the smell brings him comfort, the distant scent of you that had his eyes rolling in the back of his head. he loved showering with you cause you’d run it through his hair too, letting the aromas linger through his locks as he goes about his day. letting the air around him remind him of home and reminisce like he didn’t cuddle you through your alarms.
“that’s okay ma,” cooing just above your ear as he runs the pass of his fingers in your scalp. letting your hums rumble from your back to his chest as you lean on him. “i can be whatever you want me to be.”
“i want you to,” you pause as your eyes roll back from the gentle pressure he applied.
“yes?” jason hums you along. “you want me?”
humming back, you complete your sentence. “—to never, ever stop doing this.”
jason chuckles as he turns you around, rubbing circles by your temples now. “why, i wouldn’t dream of it.”
slowly your resolve melts into him as he takes the ability to reason from your thoughts. the only thing on your mind him as he starts reading the bottle of dr bronner on the edge of the tub. as though he doesn’t hone in on it after every shower.
“can you get my back with this after?” he says as he kisses your shoulder. “i like how it cools my skin.”
how could you ever deny him when he’s so adorably sweet?
i’ve been on a fluff kick lately cause i’m writing another part for a series and it’s taking everything outta me idek why.
fluff | domestic life | in which you shower without jason
it’s like you’ve committed a felony.
as though this alone was the greatest betrayal of it all.
jason will literally pout when he gets back and you’re clean, hair wet and dripping. even if it’s just damp, he’ll know. he’ll gape at you and slow blink like a dramatic movie. especially now that you live together, he likes to nod his head condescendingly. says wow as though you’d personally offended him because you kinda did.
“so, you showered.” he says as if it burned his tongue. recoiling slightly when you sigh and nod.
“yes jason.” pulling your hoodie over your head. “i went for a walk and felt gross and sweaty. so what?”
even then he gasps over your action, and his hand grabs at the clothing you’d just put on. “i mean, do you not like the way i smell anymore?”
you have to stifle a laugh as you swat his hand away. “no dumbass, i put your clothes in the wash.”
without having his gear taken off yet, because of how distraught he felt, jason flops on the bed. his voice muffled into his arms. “oh the horror. my girlfriend hates me.”
it feels like you’re rolling your eyes so far into the back of your head that they might fall right out. by the time he’s looking at you again, you’d already agreed to take a second shower with him. mostly because he’s just rubbed the grime of his day all over you.
in the beginning, he settled for following you into the bathroom. sitting on the closed toilet seat while he tells you a story. sometimes he just brushes his teeth while you use the bathroom, or maybe he’ll try your skincare routine while you yell at him not to use so much.
he doesn’t go to pull the curtains on you to watch, god no.
jason patiently waited until you offered him to come inside with you. it’s not like sex was what he wanted. well, of course he hoped he could hold you up against the tiles, use the water droplets as guides down your body. how he loved to hear your moans echo around the hot room as he ate you within an inch of your life. all he truly intended to do was to stay near you.
sex is always a bonus.
what jason really wants is to stitch his skin to yours. to be there at every moment that he can, next to you. to worship the suds that grace your skin and envy the way the water gets to touch you. then he’ll ask to put that vanilla lotion you like on for you, and once he’s done he’ll ask for you to do the same.
the man will genuinely drop everything he’s doing to take a steaming hot shower with you. and if you don’t like how hot it is, he’ll stand under the waterfall. if you complain that you’re cold, he changes the temperature to exactly what you like. jason’s hands rub circles at your back with careful consideration while you lather the soap in your head. pulling out hums while you say with barely any conviction that you’re gonna get soap in your eyes. not that he’d let that happen anyway since he likes to rub your scalp next and put conditioner in.
he makes you wait after the gym for him. the grossest part might be when he rubs his face in your neck first, murmuring something about how good you smell when you scrunch your face at him.
“i smell like sweat you nasty.” pushing at his head while he only pulls you closer by your waist.
“exactly” he agrees, placing sloppy kisses up your jaw with a soft touch of his tongue, licking at your skin.
jason follows you into the shower then too. waddling close behind you while his hands are by his waist like he’s afraid you’ll say no even though you never do. he watches you undress with a purse in his lips and brings his hands clutched dangerously close to his crotch.
“jason.” you warn as you step into the warm water.
“mmhm?” eyes not leaving your thighs as water trickles down.
“you wanna join me?”
then he’s already pulling his shirt over his head, sweats somehow already on the ground as he approaches the running shower. “it’s like asking a dog if they want a treat.”
his comment makes you laugh, hands coming up to his shoulders as he slides in front of you. the water dampens his hair and lets it fall like bangs by his brows. gorgeous smile flashing at you through the dimly lit shower, glinting amidst the sheer curtains once he pulls them. you squint.
“you realize you just compared yourself to a dog right?”
taking the bottle of shampoo you liked to use, he squeezed it into his hands while you turned for him like a practiced routine. the smell brings him comfort, the distant scent of you that had his eyes rolling in the back of his head. he loved showering with you cause you’d run it through his hair too, letting the aromas linger through his locks as he goes about his day. letting the air around him remind him of home and reminisce like he didn’t cuddle you through your alarms.
“that’s okay ma,” cooing just above your ear as he runs the pads of his fingers through your scalp. letting your hums rumble from your back to his chest as you lean on him. “i can be whatever you want me to be.”
“i want you to,” you pause as your eyes roll back from the gentle pressure he applied.
“yes?” jason hums you along. “you want me?”
humming back, you complete your sentence. “—to never, ever stop doing this.”
jason chuckles as he turns you around, rubbing circles by your temples now. “why, i wouldn’t dream of it.”
slowly your resolve melts into him as he takes the ability to reason from your thoughts. the only thing on your mind him as he starts reading the bottle of dr bronner on the edge of the tub. as though he doesn’t hone in on it after every shower.
“can you get my back with this after?” he says as he kisses your shoulder. “i like how it cools my skin.”
how could you ever deny him when he’s so adorably sweet?
i’ve been on a fluff kick lately cause i’m writing another part for a series and it’s taking everything outta me idek why.
Not a question but I saw your tumblr name in a comment section on TikTok LMAO, decided to take a peak and omg I absolutely love how you write for Jason!!!! I love it so much, I’ve been looking for specific stories about him and I just looked at your master list I’m so excited to read it! (I already forgot the name, fish brain over here) I’ll probably stay anon because I’m quite shy when it comes to fandoms but u hope your well and I love your writing!
-🐠anon
NO WAYY OMGGG!!1! that’s so fkn cool i genuinely had no idea it would be shared past this platform honestly 😭 thank you sm for reading and letting me know, now im gonna look out for it on tt hehe…
synopsis: something happened to you on your way home from work, and for some reason, you can’t recall what. when you wake up without remembering how you got home, your boyfriend looks especially delicious.
a/n: not proofread! thank you @starr-jazz for this 10/10 request. i loved writing this and might’ve gone a little extra when i saw smut and ran with it lmaoo. i hope this was somewhat like what you had in mind<3
there are gaps in your memory from when you walked home tonight.
it was so hard to recall what you’d seen.
was it birds? was it crows?
no, it was owls. at least you think it was. a group of them, perched outside of your building.
you almost got home but then something stopped you. that was the extent of what you could recall. the next thing that happened was that jason was sitting over you. the worried look on his face starting to melt as you fluttered your eyes open. stinging slightly at how bright the lights were, and how loud the pattering of the rainfall suddenly became.
whispering your name, he kisses your cheek.
“you scared me you know,” placing his palm on your forehead, “you’re so cold i thought you froze out there.”
you squint at him, slowly sitting up as the scent of his skin began to draw you even closer. hands moving to touch his perfect face. warm and soft. he furrows his brows at you, putting his hands over yours on his cheeks, chuckling softly.
looking around the room, you see his gear along with your boots, wet from being outside. his mask tossed on the bedside table along with his phone and handgun.
but the smell of him, sweet musk and heavily him, it was intoxicating.
“you okay ma?” he asks as you start to pull him fully onto the bed next to you.
nodding at him, your lips part and you stare at his lips. the pinkish hue making them look all the more delectable and almost entirely edible. you wanted to grab at him right now. something was taking over all inhibitions as you licked the corner of your suddenly too dry mouth. soft pants escaping you as your body moved at its own will, moving into him.
you settle up on your knees, blanket pushed down the edge of the bed and out of your way. jason gently takes your hands off of his face and holds them. his words just barely being heard as the thumping of his heartbeat shook your eardrums.
“why’re you looking at me like that?”
“like what?” you vaguely questioned, taking your hands from his and unzipping your sweater. letting it pool behind you.
“like you’re gonna eat me,” he questions, instinctively moving backwards but your newfound strength drags him back with less distance between you. he mumbles a surprised woah, as you pull him in close.
your eyes never leave his lips, “i dunno jay, i just need you.” you admit, a newfound sense of desire emanating off of you.
of course he sees it. jason todd is an intelligent, diligent man, especially when it comes to his beautiful girlfriend.
he laughs softly, watching you tug at his shirt for him to remove it, “you’re really needy tonight huh?”
“off,” you say, “take this off.”
he shakes his head at you, “ma, i just found you passed out in front of our apartment—”
“off,” with more finality this time.
searching your eyes, watching how your pupils dilate, he nods. making quick movements to tug his shirt straight off his back. he doesn’t even get a chance to think about it before you’re tugging at his sweats and dragging them low enough to reveal his v-line. distant thoughts of biting him there, leaving a mark on his hip that could scar. you wanted to prove he was yours. you needed to.
“babe,” he mumbles, making no effort to stop you.
your palms slide up his arms, settling near his hard chest. soothing movements as you run them up and down. subtle beats of his heart beneath your fingertips as you bask in the sounds that prove he is alive. every push and pull of his veins, of his blood coursing through his body. of his aorta pumping and replacing old blood with new.
without realizing, you started to drool as you stared at his pulse point on his neck.
when your eyes meet, the thumping stops for a brief moment and all the focus shifts to his perfect face. the face you loved so dearly. the one you’d protect with your life. his soft lips, the patter of blood coursing beneath his skin that pumped his sweet heart and kept him alive.
that kept him yours.
like a magnetic force, you couldn’t help it, crashing your lips into his and tasting him again. immediately jason moans into you, hands clasping around the globes of your ass as he help you straddle him. needy as can be, you’re grinding in his lap, tangling your fingers up his back and through the hair at his nape. he tugs at your shirt and willingly let him pull it off. panting into his mouth while he does it. he wastes no time pawing at you and you do the exact same.
“holy shit,” murmuring against your lips as his growing bulge rubs just right.
you seat yourself harder against him, letting the drag of him create the most delicious friction. he groans, head falling back a little at how good the sensation was building.
this felt so good.
this just felt so right and you needed more.
you craved more and it felt like if you didn’t have it, you might as well just die. tugging a little harder at his hair, you pull his head further back and deepen the kiss. the sound of lips smacking and fabric falling off mixed with the soft creak of the mattress.
taking his bottom lip between your teeth, you let them sink in, harder than intended. victory all the same as you draw blood. jason hisses at the stinging sensation, but he doesn’t move you off of him or push you away. he just groans lowly and lets you push him onto the mattress completely before you pull away from his honeyed lips.
as you lift your head, his eyes open, glazed and dazed. his eyes fall to your lips, crimson painting them beautifully. but then you smile at him, gorgeous even in how terrifying this should have been. looking at the drop of blood as you lick your own lips clean, situated on his mouth.
he thinks he might die right now, but he’ll do it as a happy man. his hand comes up to touch his lip.
dumbfounded and confusingly turned on, he stares up at you, “you… bit me?”
“sorry i couldn’t help it,” you rasp, “you just look so delicious.”
his lips part in disbelief, “i uh, didn’t know you were into that.”
“me neither,” you say while staring right at his lips and pulling in to kitten lick at the blood pooling there. moaning egregiously before pressing your lips into his again.
jason moans lowly, fiddling with your pants while you continue to free him from his. you don’t even let him pull it off you fully. you just watch as his thick length slaps against his stomach and your soaked panties get pushed to the side. you grind over him once more to let the slick drown him and his eyes roll back, groaning broken as you press his tip to your entrance. voice breaking as you take him all in one go, sinking fully down on him with more reverence than ever before.
“oh baby, fuck,” he whines as you move against him. your lips still attached to his as you pull from the wound you’d created.
the prettiest whimper escapes him when you use more force than you meant to, gripping his hair a little tighter as you bounce and take him deeper and deeper. lips parting long enough for him to stare up at you in his blissful state, watching as you smile down at him in utter contentment. your eyes glimmer with something almost red, and he knows he should be afraid, though he can’t find it in him.
teeth wet with his blood as you lick them clean.
“you taste so good jay,” sighing his name, leaning back to use his thighs like handles to help you move.
jason swears he’s never seen a prettier sight, watching you all blissed out on him. watching as your eyes shine for him and pupils widen. his lips parting long enough as his hands move to grip your hips tight, moving you in circles. then his hips start to buck up in tandem with yours and you moan gorgeously for him. he returns the same delicious sounds as the peak arrives dangerously fast.
the sound of wet skin and soft moans like symphony made him nearly fall into himself as the climax hits you. you cry out his name as it shatters, clamping around him and falling forward into him. jason helps you through it, slowing his movements but moving your hips in circles while he shushes you. slow tears touch his collarbone as you come down. he makes no effort to get himself off. he doesn’t keep chasing his own high. no, this whole experience was enough. this was new and it was fucking amazing.
wrapping his big arms around you and kissing your forehead like you didn’t just fuck him stupid. you snuggle in his chest. coming back to yourself while sudden embarrassment peaks.
it felt like all your emotions were heightened.
“i’m so sorry, i don’t know what came over me.”
without seeing his face, you can feel him shaking his head, “don’t be, that was… phenomenal.”
you frown, looking up at him through your fucked out eyes, “but you didn’t even get off.”
he laughs, “this was enough baby,” kissing at your cheek despite the sore feeling on his mouth, “you taking charge like that? fuck, that’ll keep me ruined for months. i’ll be struggling to keep it together on patrol tomorrow.”
but still you felt somewhat shameful even through the pull you feel to the bead of red on his lip forming again, “i’m still sorry. i won’t do that to you again—”
following your eyes, he catches your gaze and kisses you, more passionately than before. lapping at you this time with a hunger that could be described as desperation. moaning into your mouth and swallowing your gasp of surprise. he pulls away to peck at your lips again, and again. waiting to see your lips painted with his blood.
resting his forehead on yours, he smiles, “i like it when you take what’s yours.”
you couldn’t help but laugh, “even though i just hurt you?”
without thinking he’s kissing your cheeks, leaving the slightest stain of crimson in its wake just to see how beautiful you looked, even covered in his blood.
“it’d hurt more for you to hold back from me,” still smiling all dazed at you liked you’d completely rocked his world, “promise you’ll do that again, hmm?”
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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.”
tugging your socks off before you shimmy out of your pants. those get dropped into the corner of the bed just inches away from your shirt. the bed creaks lightly as you climb onto it, crawling closer to jason’s lap until you straddle him. his hands find their way to your bare thigh, squeezing lightly as you pull him into a kiss. jason moans into it immediately, mouth opening wider as he tugs you even closer.
your fingers find the hem of his black tee, pulling it up until he leans his back off the headboard and makes yours arch. somehow, he manages you pull his shirt over his head, parting from you for less than a second while you grab at his sweatpants. that’s when he parts again, a line of spit between you from just how feral you’d been making out.
“as much as i enjoy this,” he pants, hands moving up to cup your bare ass. “how are you really feeling baby?”
he doesn’t halt your movements as you drag his sweatpants further down, feeling his already hard length against your inner thigh. jason even helps further by lifting his hips when you tug on his boxers to go down with them. as you start to hum, the way you always do when you’re content and happy, he brings his hands lower again, bringing your panties along.
“i’m fine. i just really missed you.”
he answers with a smile and a soft whisper against your lips that he’d “…missed you more.”
the movements between the two of you are fluid. changing and adapting like it was the easiest thing. his hands find their way to your bra, unhooking it easily as he presses his chest to yours, bringing himself closer while simultaneously pulling you. he knows when silence is all you wanted because jason has those moments too. he knows when exhaustion takes hold of you and how it makes you more comfortable just to feel his warmth, even for a moment. so jason doesn’t pry, not yet at least.
he lets you lower yourself onto him, brings his hands behind your neck to hold your hair as you go. letting you watch yourself sink down and take him in as he drinks the sight of you, how relief washes over you. jason lets out a gorgeous sigh, pleasure taking form in the most domestic form. in awe as his girl takes what’s hers. the moment feels sacred, so he tries not to get giddy over the little box hiding in the corner of his dresser.
the sensation draws out a small moan from your lips and a delightful groan from his honeyed tongue.
“you’re so beautiful,” he coos by your ear, coaxing you to drop your full weight against him.
sighing, you smile, “says you.”
then you’re finding his lips and kiss him again. tongue lapping at his slowly as he holds your hips and guides them just as gently. eliciting another moan that he just swallows down from you like sweet nectar. jason doesn’t rush your movements, only guiding it along as he knows you like. slow, sensual guidance that is meant to make relax for him. lessen the exhaustion of the day while you tangle into one another.
the warmth only drags you in further as your aching muscles begin to give in to him, slowing your hips as you let him take over. slumping into him and letting your head fall in the crook of his neck.
though when you let out another sigh, jason stops shifting and pulls away just for you to lay on him like a fish out of water.
he laughs softly. “you sure you’re okay ma?”
you make a small noise into his neck and jason chuckles as he rubs his hands up and down your back. from the soothing motion, you groan happily.
“that feel good?” asking as he continues massaging.
“very,” you’re humming while he moves his thumbs up along the curve of your spine.
with firmer fingers, he presses down in intentional circles, coaxing more sounds of contentment out of you as he works. you don’t even have to move a muscle, instead he pushes the arch in your back and soothes your lower traps along. he feels a knot and circles it out with his thumb, not hard but just enough to get it.
“you’re real tense babe.” he quietly says as he continues to move. you’re so relaxed at this point that you don’t even think to respond, just feeling his fingers work.
delicate in his care, jason lets you rest over him as he bear hugs you, massaging your tender muscles simultaneously.
his lips find the curve of your neck now, pressing to the skin there as he continues moving his hands. you completely melt into him, arms limp over his shoulders despite how you hugged him tight before. now it had simmered into a barely noticeable grip that he knew meant you were relaxing. as the sounds from your lips become less and less frequent, jason runs his roughened hands from your nape down slowly to small of your back, then up again. repeating the motion as you start to succumb to the sleep that had been threatening you all day.
though he doesn’t make an attempt to move or to move you off of him. rather he continues his movements, watching from over your shoulder to see the warmed skin against his palm. not pulling out either, he only keeps you in his lap while his practiced fingers soothed you further into a slumber you desperately needed. besides, there’s nowhere he’d rather be.
as you fall entirely asleep and a gentle snore slips, jason smiles to himself and grips the edge of the blanket to not bother you. then, he holds an arm around your waist while he eases himself further down from the headboard, keeping you tight against him as he lays flat on his back. your legs still on either side of him, he brings them a little lower to shift some weight off your knees so you wouldn’t be sore in the morning.
when he’s settled, he pulls the comforter over both of you as he kisses your cheek and whispers.
“sweet dreams ma.”
everyone say thank you @eatshitanddie- for putting this idea in my head. love you pooks ;)
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?”
“nope,” you don’t even think before answering.
tugging your socks off before you shimmy out of your pants. those get dropped into the corner of the bed just inches away from your shirt. the bed creaks lightly as you climb onto it, crawling closer to jason’s lap until you straddle him. his hands find their way to your bare thigh, squeezing lightly as you pull him into a kiss. jason moans into it immediately, mouth opening wider as he tugs you even closer.
your fingers find the hem of his black tee, pulling it up until he leans his back off the headboard and makes yours arch. somehow, he manages you pull his shirt over his head, parting from you for less than a second while you grab at his sweatpants. that’s when he parts again, a line of spit between you from just how feral you’d been making out.
“as much as i enjoy this,” he pants, hands moving up to cup your bare ass. “how are you feeling really baby?”
he doesn’t halt your movements as you drag his sweatpants further down, feeling his already hard length against you inner thigh. jason even helps by lifting his hips when you tug on his boxers to go down with them. as you start to hum, the way you always do when you’re content and happy, he brings his hands lower again, bringing your panties along.
“i’m fine. i just really missed you.”
he answers with a smile and a soft whisper that he’d “…missed you more.”
the movements between the two of you are fluid. changing and adapting like it was the easiest thing. his hands find their way to your bra, unhooking it easily as he presses his chest to yours, bringing himself closer while simultaneously pulling you. he knows when silence is all you wanted because jason has those moments too. he knows when exhaustion takes hold of you and how it makes you more comfortable just to feel his warmth, even for a moment. so jason doesn’t pry, not yet at least.
he lets you lower yourself onto him, brings his hands behind your neck to hold your hair as you go. letting you watch yourself sink down and take him in as he drinks the sight of you, relief overwhelming. jason lets out a gorgeous sigh, pleasure taking form in the most domestic form. in awe as his girl takes what’s hers and he tries not to get giddy over the little box hiding in the corner his dresser.
the sensation draws out a small moan from your lips and a delightful groan from his honeyed tongue.
“you’re so beautiful,” he coos by your ear as you drop your full weight against him.
sighing, you smile, “says you.”
then you’re finding his lips and kiss him again. tongue lapping at his slowly as he holds your hips and guides them just as gently. eliciting another moan that he just swallows down from you like sweet nectar. jason doesn’t rush your movements, only guiding it along as he knows you like. slow, sensual guidance that is meant to make relax for him. lessen the exhaustion of the day while you tangle into one another.
the warmth only drags you in further as your aching muscles begin to give in to him, slowing your hips as you let him take over. slumping into him and letting your head fall in the crook of his neck.
though when you let out another sigh, jason stops shifting and pulls away just for you to flop back against him like a fish out of water.
he laughs softly. “you sure you’re okay ma?”
you make a small noise into his neck and jason chuckles as he rubs his hands up and down your back. from the soothing motion, you groan happily.
“that feel good?” he asks as he continues.
“very,” humming as he moves his thumbs up along the curve of your spine.
with firmer fingers, he presses down in intentional circles, coaxing more sounds of contentment out of you as he works. you don’t even have to move a muscle, instead he pushes the arch in your back and soothes your lower traps along. he feels a knot and circles it out with his thumb, not hard but just enough to get it.
“you’re real tense babe.” he quietly says as he continues to move. you’re so relaxed at this point that you don’t even think to respond, just feeling his fingers work.
delicate in his care, jason lets you rest your whole weight on him as he bear hugs you, massaging your tender back muscles as he does.
his lips find the curve of your neck now, pressing to the skin there as he continues with his hands. you completely melt into him, arms limp along his shoulders as you hugged him tight before. not it had simmered into a barely noticeable grip that he knew meant was you relaxing. as the sounds from your lips become less and less frequent, jason runs his roughened hands from your nape down slowly to small of you back, then up again. repeating the motion as you start to succumb to the sleep that had been threatening you all day.
though he doesn’t make an attempt to move or to move you off of him. rather he continues his movements, watching from over your shoulder to see the warmed skin against his palm. he doesn’t pull out either, he only holds you there in his lap while his practiced fingered soothed you further into a slumber you desperately needed.
as you fall entirely asleep and a gentle snore slips, jason smiles to himself and grips the edge of the blanket to not bother you. then, he holds an arm around you back while he eases himself further down from the headboard, keeping you tight against him as he lays flat on his back. your legs still on either side of him. he pulls the comforter over both of you as he kisses your cheek and whispers.
“sweet dreams ma.”
everyone say thank you @eatshitanddie- for putting this idea in my head. love you pooks ;)
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?”
“nope,” you don’t even think before answering.
tugging your socks off before you shimmy out of your pants. those get dropped into the corner of the bed just inches away from your shirt. the bed creaks lightly as you climb onto it, crawling closer to jason’s lap until you straddle him. his hands find their way to your bare thigh, squeezing lightly as you pull him into a kiss. jason moans into it immediately, mouth opening wider as he tugs you even closer.
your fingers find the hem of his black tee, pulling it up until he leans his back off the headboard and makes yours arch. somehow, he manages you pull his shirt over his head, parting from you for less than a second while you grab at his sweatpants. that’s when he parts again, a line of spit between you from just how feral you’d been making out.
“as much as i enjoy this,” he pants, hands moving up to cup your bare ass. “how are you feeling really baby?”
he doesn’t halt your movements as you drag his sweatpants further down, feeling his already hard length against you inner thigh. jason even helps by lifting his hips when you tug on his boxers to go down with them. as you start to hum, the way you always do when you’re content and happy, he brings his hands lower again, bringing your panties along.
“i’m fine. i just really missed you.”
he answers with a smile and a soft whisper that he’d “…missed you more.”
the movements between the two of you are fluid. changing and adapting like it was the easiest thing. his hands find their way to your bra, unhooking it easily as he presses his chest to yours, bringing himself closer while simultaneously pulling you. he knows when silence is all you wanted because jason has those moments too. he knows when exhaustion takes hold of you and how it makes you more comfortable just to feel his warmth, even for a moment. so jason doesn’t pry, not yet at least.
he lets you lower yourself onto him, brings his hands behind your neck to hold your hair as you go. letting you watch yourself sink down and take him in as he drinks the sight of you, relief overwhelming. jason lets out a gorgeous sigh, pleasure taking form in the most domestic form. in awe as his girl takes what’s hers and he tries not to get giddy over the little box hiding in the corner his dresser.
the sensation draws out a small moan from your lips and a delightful groan from his honeyed tongue.
“you’re so beautiful,” he coos by your ear as you drop your full weight against him.
sighing, you smile, “says you.”
then you’re finding his lips and kiss him again. tongue lapping at his slowly as he holds your hips and guides them just as gently. eliciting another moan that he just swallows down from you like sweet nectar. jason doesn’t rush your movements, only guiding it along as he knows you like. slow, sensual guidance that is meant to make relax for him. lessen the exhaustion of the day while you tangle into one another.
the warmth only drags you in further as your aching muscles begin to give in to him, slowing your hips as you let him take over. slumping into him and letting your head fall in the crook of his neck.
though when you let out another sigh, jason stops shifting and pulls away just for you to flop back against him like a fish out of water.
he laughs softly. “you sure you’re okay ma?”
you make a small noise into his neck and jason chuckles as he rubs his hands up and down your back. from the soothing motion, you groan happily.
“that feel good?” he asks as he continues.
“very,” humming as he moves his thumbs up along the curve of your spine.
with firmer fingers, he presses down in intentional circles, coaxing more sounds of contentment out of you as he works. you don’t even have to move a muscle, instead he pushes the arch in your back and soothes your lower traps along. he feels a knot and circles it out with his thumb, not hard but just enough to get it.
“you’re real tense babe.” he quietly says as he continues to move. you’re so relaxed at this point that you don’t even think to respond, just feeling his fingers work.
delicate in his care, jason lets you rest your whole weight on him as he bear hugs you, massaging your tender back muscles as he does.
his lips find the curve of your neck now, pressing to the skin there as he continues with his hands. you completely melt into him, arms limp along his shoulders as you hugged him tight before. not it had simmered into a barely noticeable grip that he knew meant was you relaxing. as the sounds from your lips become less and less frequent, jason runs his roughened hands from your nape down slowly to small of you back, then up again. repeating the motion as you start to succumb to the sleep that had been threatening you all day.
though he doesn’t make an attempt to move or to move you off of him. rather he continues his movements, watching from over your shoulder to see the warmed skin against his palm. he doesn’t pull out either, he only holds you there in his lap while his practiced fingered soothed you further into a slumber you desperately needed.
as you fall entirely asleep and a gentle snore slips, jason smiles to himself and grips the edge of the blanket to not bother you. then, he holds an arm around you back while he eases himself further down from the headboard, keeping you tight against him as he lays flat on his back. your legs still on either side of him. he pulls the comforter over both of you as he kisses your cheek and whispers.
“sweet dreams ma.”
everyone say thank you @eatshitanddie- for putting this idea in my head. love you pooks ;)
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?”
“nope,” you don’t even think before answering.
tugging your socks off before you shimmy out of your pants. those get dropped into the corner of the bed just inches away from your shirt. the bed creaks lightly as you climb onto it, crawling closer to jason’s lap until you straddle him. his hands find their way to your bare thigh, squeezing lightly as you pull him into a kiss. jason moans into it immediately, mouth opening wider as he tugs you even closer.
your fingers find the hem of his black tee, pulling it up until he leans his back off the headboard and makes yours arch. somehow, he manages you pull his shirt over his head, parting from you for less than a second while you grab at his sweatpants. that’s when he parts again, a line of spit between you from just how feral you’d been making out.
“as much as i enjoy this,” he pants, hands moving up to cup your bare ass. “how are you feeling really baby?”
he doesn’t halt your movements as you drag his sweatpants further down, feeling his already hard length against you inner thigh. jason even helps by lifting his hips when you tug on his boxers to go down with them. as you start to hum, the way you always do when you’re content and happy, he brings his hands lower again, bringing your panties along.
“i’m fine. i just really missed you.”
he answers with a smile and a soft whisper that he’d “…missed you more.”
the movements between the two of you are fluid. changing and adapting like it was the easiest thing. his hands find their way to your bra, unhooking it easily as he presses his chest to yours, bringing himself closer while simultaneously pulling you. he knows when silence is all you wanted because jason has those moments too. he knows when exhaustion takes hold of you and how it makes you more comfortable just to feel his warmth, even for a moment. so jason doesn’t pry, not yet at least.
he lets you lower yourself onto him, brings his hands behind your neck to hold your hair as you go. letting you watch yourself sink down and take him in as he drinks the sight of you, relief overwhelming. jason lets out a gorgeous sigh, pleasure taking form in the most domestic form. in awe as his girl takes what’s hers and he tries not to get giddy over the little box hiding in the corner his dresser.
the sensation draws out a small moan from your lips and a delightful groan from his honeyed tongue.
“you’re so beautiful,” he coos by your ear as you drop your full weight against him.
sighing, you smile, “says you.”
then you’re finding his lips and kiss him again. tongue lapping at his slowly as he holds your hips and guides them just as gently. eliciting another moan that he just swallows down from you like sweet nectar. jason doesn’t rush your movements, only guiding it along as he knows you like. slow, sensual guidance that is meant to make relax for him. lessen the exhaustion of the day while you tangle into one another.
the warmth only drags you in further as your aching muscles begin to give in to him, slowing your hips as you let him take over. slumping into him and letting your head fall in the crook of his neck.
though when you let out another sigh, jason stops shifting and pulls away just for you to flop back against him like a fish out of water.
he laughs softly. “you sure you’re okay ma?”
you make a small noise into his neck and jason chuckles as he rubs his hands up and down your back. from the soothing motion, you groan happily.
“that feel good?” he asks as he continues.
“very,” humming as he moves his thumbs up along the curve of your spine.
with firmer fingers, he presses down in intentional circles, coaxing more sounds of contentment out of you as he works. you don’t even have to move a muscle, instead he pushes the arch in your back and soothes your lower traps along. he feels a knot and circles it out with his thumb, not hard but just enough to get it.
“you’re real tense babe.” he quietly says as he continues to move. you’re so relaxed at this point that you don’t even think to respond, just feeling his fingers work.
delicate in his care, jason lets you rest your whole weight on him as he bear hugs you, massaging your tender back muscles as he does.
his lips find the curve of your neck now, pressing to the skin there as he continues with his hands. you completely melt into him, arms limp along his shoulders as you hugged him tight before. not it had simmered into a barely noticeable grip that he knew meant was you relaxing. as the sounds from your lips become less and less frequent, jason runs his roughened hands from your nape down slowly to small of you back, then up again. repeating the motion as you start to succumb to the sleep that had been threatening you all day.
though he doesn’t make an attempt to move or to move you off of him. rather he continues his movements, watching from over your shoulder to see the warmed skin against his palm. he doesn’t pull out either, he only holds you there in his lap while his practiced fingered soothed you further into a slumber you desperately needed.
as you fall entirely asleep and a gentle snore slips, jason smiles to himself and grips the edge of the blanket to not bother you. then, he holds an arm around you back while he eases himself further down from the headboard, keeping you tight against him as he lays flat on his back. your legs still on either side of him. he pulls the comforter over both of you as he kisses your cheek and whispers.
“sweet dreams ma.”
everyone say thank you @eatshitanddie- for putting this idea in my head. love you pooks ;)
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.”
tugging your socks off before you shimmy out of your pants. those get dropped into the corner of the bed just inches away from your shirt. the bed creaks lightly as you climb onto it, crawling closer to jason’s lap until you straddle him. his hands find their way to your bare thigh, squeezing lightly as you pull him into a kiss. jason moans into it immediately, mouth opening wider as he tugs you even closer.
your fingers find the hem of his black tee, pulling it up until he leans his back off the headboard and makes yours arch. somehow, he manages you pull his shirt over his head, parting from you for less than a second while you grab at his sweatpants. that’s when he parts again, a line of spit between you from just how feral you’d been making out.
“as much as i enjoy this,” he pants, hands moving up to cup your bare ass. “how are you really feeling baby?”
he doesn’t halt your movements as you drag his sweatpants further down, feeling his already hard length against your inner thigh. jason even helps further by lifting his hips when you tug on his boxers to go down with them. as you start to hum, the way you always do when you’re content and happy, he brings his hands lower again, bringing your panties along.
“i’m fine. i just really missed you.”
he answers with a smile and a soft whisper against your lips that he’d “…missed you more.”
the movements between the two of you are fluid. changing and adapting like it was the easiest thing. his hands find their way to your bra, unhooking it easily as he presses his chest to yours, bringing himself closer while simultaneously pulling you. he knows when silence is all you wanted because jason has those moments too. he knows when exhaustion takes hold of you and how it makes you more comfortable just to feel his warmth, even for a moment. so jason doesn’t pry, not yet at least.
he lets you lower yourself onto him, brings his hands behind your neck to hold your hair as you go. letting you watch yourself sink down and take him in as he drinks the sight of you, how relief washes over you. jason lets out a gorgeous sigh, pleasure taking form in the most domestic form. in awe as his girl takes what’s hers. the moment feels sacred, so he tries not to get giddy over the little box hiding in the corner of his dresser.
the sensation draws out a small moan from your lips and a delightful groan from his honeyed tongue.
“you’re so beautiful,” he coos by your ear, coaxing you to drop your full weight against him.
sighing, you smile, “says you.”
then you’re finding his lips and kiss him again. tongue lapping at his slowly as he holds your hips and guides them just as gently. eliciting another moan that he just swallows down from you like sweet nectar. jason doesn’t rush your movements, only guiding it along as he knows you like. slow, sensual guidance that is meant to make relax for him. lessen the exhaustion of the day while you tangle into one another.
the warmth only drags you in further as your aching muscles begin to give in to him, slowing your hips as you let him take over. slumping into him and letting your head fall in the crook of his neck.
though when you let out another sigh, jason stops shifting and pulls away just for you to lay on him like a fish out of water.
he laughs softly. “you sure you’re okay ma?”
you make a small noise into his neck and jason chuckles as he rubs his hands up and down your back. from the soothing motion, you groan happily.
“that feel good?” asking as he continues massaging.
“very,” you’re humming while he moves his thumbs up along the curve of your spine.
with firmer fingers, he presses down in intentional circles, coaxing more sounds of contentment out of you as he works. you don’t even have to move a muscle, instead he pushes the arch in your back and soothes your lower traps along. he feels a knot and circles it out with his thumb, not hard but just enough to get it.
“you’re real tense babe.” he quietly says as he continues to move. you’re so relaxed at this point that you don’t even think to respond, just feeling his fingers work.
delicate in his care, jason lets you rest over him as he bear hugs you, massaging your tender muscles simultaneously.
his lips find the curve of your neck now, pressing to the skin there as he continues moving his hands. you completely melt into him, arms limp over his shoulders despite how you hugged him tight before. now it had simmered into a barely noticeable grip that he knew meant you were relaxing. as the sounds from your lips become less and less frequent, jason runs his roughened hands from your nape down slowly to small of your back, then up again. repeating the motion as you start to succumb to the sleep that had been threatening you all day.
though he doesn’t make an attempt to move or to move you off of him. rather he continues his movements, watching from over your shoulder to see the warmed skin against his palm. not pulling out either, he only keeps you in his lap while his practiced fingers soothed you further into a slumber you desperately needed. besides, there’s nowhere he’d rather be.
as you fall entirely asleep and a gentle snore slips, jason smiles to himself and grips the edge of the blanket to not bother you. then, he holds an arm around your waist while he eases himself further down from the headboard, keeping you tight against him as he lays flat on his back. your legs still on either side of him, he brings them a little lower to shift some weight off your knees so you wouldn’t be sore in the morning.
when he’s settled, he pulls the comforter over both of you as he kisses your cheek and whispers.
“sweet dreams ma.”
everyone say thank you @eatshitanddie- for putting this idea in my head. love you pooks ;)
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Bro ok, when my clit is rubbed I cum sooo fast, and i just think that Jason Todd would find that hot asf, although would also probably tease me about it 💔
(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.
accidentally used all my vacation hours this week so i’ll be home and bored. i’m super motivated to write though so send me ur requests and thoughts/ideas :p
