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jason todd x f.reader | a shitty patrol
contents :: NSFW. mdni. established relationship. not quite somnophilia but 'reader' isn't fully awake either. brief finger sucking. thigh job. p -> v. soo many nicknames + lots of praise. i haven't written smut in maybe three years, so forgive me if this is not great ^^7 wc. ~1.6k
The night had gone to shit, and Jason was pissed.
He had one thing he needed to do, just one. It should have been easy, but every little thing that could go wrong did go wrong. And things that didn't usually frustrate him were making him feel like a bomb about to go off. He was surprised he hadn't gone off already.
He felt pretty damn close to it by the time he finally got home, unlocking the front door of your shared apartment.
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SOON-TO-BE-FWB!DICK GRAYSON, who never wouldāve touched the idea of a casual, no-strings relationship with a ten foot pole. He didnāt want to use someone, it felt inherently wrong. To only expect sex and nothing else on top of it, it didnāt sit right with him.
But when you, his coworker and long time mission partner, pushed him against a side table and knocked over his key dish in the pursuit of your lips on his and his clothes on the ground, he found himself melting into it. Reaching out and gripping the back of your neck and moaning as your lips dragged over his Adamās apple.
āI normally get wined and dined firstāā he joked breathlessly before his subsequent whine was swallowed be your eager lips to shut him up. Your hands tugged off his v-neck (cashmere, by the way) and let it frump to the floor in an undignified pile.
Oh, fuck it.
Your panties bunched at your ankles as he fucked into you, palm flat on the wall and his moans echoing into your neck, pressing sloppy kisses to the hollow. āYeah, fuuuuck, baby, just like that,ā He panted, his button up hanging open. Maybe he was more into this idea than once thought.
Your knees were at his hips, the side table rattling with every upward stroke of his cock that kissed your cervix beautifully. Holy shit, you literally had no words.
āYou gonna come, honey?ā Hypocritical when he was five seconds away from coming, but he couldnāt help it plus the inherent need to know he wasnāt going to embarrass himself. But the way your pussy walls were fluttering around his dick, you were too. Thank heavens.
He cupped your jaw and consumed your soul through your lips, burying himself in you to the hilt one last time, a deep moan from his mouth shocking one out from you too as you too came five seconds after him. Not really kissing anymore, just his nose smushed awkwardly on yours so you could see the pretty flush on his cheeks and his eyelashes fluttering on his cheeks, panting as if heād run a marathon.
āShitfuck.ā He breathed, the most heād cursed within ten seconds, wiping a bead of sweat off your temple before kissing it. A little too romantic for your tastes, but you allowed it. āOh, thatās not right.ā He muttered, his stupidly hot blue eyes flicking over your naked body.
Was he gonna say this should never happen again? āWhatās not right?ā
He leaned forward, running the tip of his nose over yours so you jugular. His floppy hair tickled your jaw. āI didnāt,ā He kissed a random spot softly, āeat you out first.ā
āDid you want to?ā You blinked.
āTo be honest, I didnāt see this situation coming,ā You both laughed breathlessly, but then his finger ran over your slit lazily, collecting your juices with a quiet shlick. Your thighs trembled.
āShiiiitāā
āBut after you came on my cock like that,ā He began to genuflect, āI wanna feel it on my tongue.ā
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źŖ®ź« boyfie! jason todd who comes home from patrol absolutely wrecked. shoulders heavy, knuckles split, body screaming for rest. but the second he steps through the door all that weight starts slipping off him because he knows youāre waiting in his bed.
he leaves the red hood behind in pieces. jacket slumped over the couch like a dead thing, holsters clattering onto the counter, boots kicked halfway down the hall. he doesnāt care about the mess. he just needs you.
the bedroom is dark and warm when he finally crawls in. the mattress sinks deep under his huge frame as he slides behind you, careful even when heās this exhausted. one thick arm curls around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest until every inch of him is wrapped around you. heās sooo big, broad shoulders curving over you, scarred thighs tucked behind yours, but the way he holds you is nothing but gentle.
jason buries his face into the crook of your neck, nose pressed right against your warm skin, and breathes you in like youāre the only oxygen heās had all night. slow, greedy inhales. you smell like sleep and his shirt and that soft vanilla lotion and home. he lets out this low, broken hum against your throat, lips brushing lazy kisses along the side of your neck, slow and sleepy.
āmissed you, babyā¦ā he whispers, voice all gravel and exhaustion, barely above a breath. āfuckinā needed this.ā
his massive hand slips under your (his) shirt, palm splayed wide over your belly, thumb rubbing the softest little circles while he nuzzles closer. he tangles your legs together, curls around you tighter like heās trying to disappear into you. every tense muscle in his body slowly melts the longer he holds you, chest rising and falling against your back, warm breath tickling your collarbone, lips still pressed to your neck like he canāt bear to pull away even an inch.
źŖ®ź« boyfie! jason todd whoās six foot something of pure muscle and danger, but turns into the clingiest, sweetest giant the second heās home with you. tucking his face into your neck, hugging you from behind like youāre his whole world, finally letting himself rest because youāre right here in his arms.
he presses one last soft kiss right under your ear, sighs deep, and falls asleep like that. wrapped around you completely safe, warm, and so inlove it hurts.
ā NIGHTS LIKE THIS
ā synopsis. post patrol jason todd is desperate and banged up.
warnings. 18+. established relationship. jason todd x fem! reader. clingy jason. porn w/o plot. thigh riding. handjob. soft smut. (kinda all over the placeā¦oops!)
jason comes in through the fire escape window instead of the front door like a normal person.
he tries to play it off, helmet already off, one hand braced against the window frame like heās fine, totally fine, except heās breathing wrong and thereās a cut above his eyebrow that hasnāt stopped bleeding.
āsit down,ā you tell him.
āmāfine,ā he says, but sits down immediately.

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clarkĀ "that was a big one, huh? didn't that feel good?"Ā kentĀ that talks filth in your ear while he's playing with your cunt; two middle fingers hooked inside, heel of his palm pressed over your clit. he toys with it, with you ā teasing both your mind and pussy as he controls the way in which you feel.
it's not just about your cunt, with him. it's about your mind too. he'd argue that it needs more stimulating than anything else. so when he's playing with your pussy, working you up more and more, he's lips are against the shell of your ear whispering uncharacteristic obscenities like a guide.Ā
he talks to you in such a dulcet tone, words of praise and admiration making you feel the most idolised and most adored. he tells you how good you sound and how pretty you look, speaking it to you like it rolls off his tongue.Ā
and every time that he makes you cum, he's talking you through it, encouraging the rippling feeling within your body with little, "that's it, there we go,"sĀ
when you finally come down from each and every high, he's telling you how good you did and how well you responded to him. only it's followed with a soft question, an ask about your climax and if you, "want another one?" querying whether you have it in you for just one more.Ā
iāve been reading the knightfall saga for the first time and i only just started knightquest, but iām thinking hard about doting on bruce wayne during his long recovery from bane. this man who constantly pushes away help, being forced to accept love and care⦠growing to crave it even if heād never say it out loud. the potential on both sides for a bit of toxicity, manipulation, dependence. yummm
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jason was just trying to get to bed.
he got out of the shower, shirtless and sweatpants sitting low on his waist. the towel was wrapped over his shoulders, his hair damp but trying to dry. his frame was getting your attention even when it didn't mean to.
you were on the bed in nothing but one of jason's shirts and nothing on the bottom, no underwear or no panties. you watched with a sharp gaze as jason walked around the bedroom, his steps soft. his figure never failed to turn you on, make your cunt so wet; his biceps that were too big for their own good, scars on his chest and jaw that became your favorite places to kiss over the years, his hair so perfectly sitting on his head with the white strands curling in front... he was too damn irresistible.
no wonder you had kids with this bastard.
he was muttering about how your teenage son was getting too big for his own good.
"hun, he's getting fuckin' huge. i wasn't his size when i was sixteen." he tells you, picking up something off the floor and putting it on your dresser.
you shrug, rubbing your thigh right above the end of the stolen shirt you wore. "jay, of course he's going to be big... he's your son anyway." you try to reason with himā telling jason todd that he was a big man isn't even a shocking thing to say... but you had a little idea in your mind.
jason rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. "i am not that big, honey." he tries to argue with you, grabbing the towel on his shoulder to rub the water that's trying to drip down his forearm.
there you go. that's your entry. you smirk, and with no issue, your words left your mouth. "you're right about that..." you began, rubbing an itch behind your ear. "with your dick not being that big anyway..."
he stops his towel's movements; he looks at you like you just smacked him. his spine straightens, his eyebrows furrowing. no way you, of all people, just told him that. "what did you say, baby?" he questions you, his voice low enough that you could barely hear it, but the tone is what makes you not ignore him.
you shrug, watching him walk over to you on your side of the bed. "you heard me; your dick is not that big." you double down on your stanceā which wasn't even true because that same dick was the same one that stretched you out like crazy.
jason doesnāt even give you a damn moment to speak or explain yourself.
he drops the towel to the bedroom floor, and before you could blink, he grabs your hips, shoving you face down onto the mattress. your face first in the pillows, hand immediately shooting to the sheets as your ass is put in the air. his hands are rough against your hips, shoving your shirt up and revealing your bareness to him. he gets on the bed, knees dipping into the bed and changing the weight.
"you really want to try that with me and have no underwear on?" he asks you, dragging his cock out of his pants and lining up the blunt head of his thick dick against your folds, slow and taunting to you. "you've carried my children, you've begged for this cock this morning and i gave it to you three times this week and it's barely wednesday... and now you're saying my dick isn't that big. say that shit again, do it."
you look up at him, whining as his tip gets sucked into your cunt so easily. you try to speak, you really do, but a moan suppresses that, a moan that was too loud for it's own good.
he laughs at your futile, downright pathetic attempt at speaking, his left hand holding his cock as his right hand presses down on your lower back and forces you to arch. "good, that's what I thought... now take it like a good girl."
then, he slams into you with no issue whatsoever, pushing into you with one slick thrust. your walls instantly open up to him, knocking the air out of your lungs in a breathtaking thrust.
his hands are enormous on your hips, his rough palms and fingers pressing bruises onto your hips as he pounds into your cunt, relentless and precise. each thrust rocks the bedframe against the wall, making the headboard groan and the bedframe creak.
all you can do is moan, your tone whiney. you can't get a damn word out, all that comes out is an incoherent sound, your messy little whimpers make jason's grip tighten and him grumble out a groan.
"not that big, huh?" he growls, pounding into you so damn hard that the wet sounds between your cunt and his cock sound pornographic. "funny, sweetheart, 'cause this 'not-that-big' dick had you screaming for more last night..."
your vision blurs, eyes rolling back as your hand shoots from the mattress up to the bedframe, fingers trying to get a good grip on the wood. "jason! o-ohā ngh! jay!"
"oh, so you're nice now?" his right hand moves up and grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up just enough to see your face, the arch in your back so damn sinful as your ass jiggles with each thrust. "just a minute ago you had all that mouth..."
moaning at feeling his fingers yanking on your hair, you nod your head, mouth too full with moans.
he grunts under his breath, voice dripping with a smug heat that makes your pussy flutter. "you carry my kids, you cum on my cock every night, you take every damn inch i give you, and somehow you still decide to run your mouth." your body jolts with each one of the snaps of his hips. "i'm starting to think you want me to break you..."
legs shaking violently, your chest heaving and your eyes rolling back, you can't help but nod your head at his words. "y-yes, jason, pleaseā oh fuck! ru- ruin me..."
"oh that's it." he whispers in your ear, licking the back of it. "you just wanna be fucked so stupid by the daddy of your kids, by your husband. you want this pussy fucked?"
"fuck! ye-yes jason, fuck me. fuck me, 's-so good." you cry out, nails digging deeper into the headboard. his right hand stays in your hair while his left hand cups one of your asscheeks.
"that's it." he growls, rutting into you. his left hand lifts up and cracks against your asscheek, smacking it as the sound echos through the bedroom, mixing in with the bedframe creaking and the moans. "since you're so damn convinced i'm not that big, i think this pussy won't mind if i go just a little deeper, huh?"
he angles his hips a certain way, and with the same speed and same ferocity, he hits direclty on your g-spot, making you see stars and getting you so damn close.
"oh fuck! ja-jay! right there! oh right t-there!" you babble, feeling his hand smack your ass again before sliding down on your body.
his hand goes in between your thighs, thick fingers finding your clit and pressing down on it, rubbing circles in it mercilessly, his hand on your cunt keeping in speed with his thrusts.
"come on, mama." he murmurs, knowing what the pet name does to you, he used it to rile you on, especially in that low tone of his. "give it to me, cum on my cock, i know you want it."
and without needing any more, your orgasm slams into you so damn hard you scream into the mattress and your legs giving out completely. your body trembles violently as you sob out his name, cumming all over his cock and your vision whitening out.
jason grunts, feeling your cunt clench harshly down on his cock as he reaches his own orgasm, spilling deep inside of your folds with a groan, white painting your walls.
his right hand loosens in your hair, going to your shoulders and massaging them as you come down from your high, and the feeling in his sticky cum being shot into your cunt, his soft grinds from overstimulation slowing down and bringing you back down to reality.
"there you go... come back to me, hun..." he encourages, leaning down and pressing a kiss onto your cheek. still buried deep inside of you, he can't help but whisper next to your face. "not that big, my ass."
you move your head to the side to look into his eyes and press a kiss onto the scar on his cheek. "shush, big guy..."
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ā ššā your husband gets clingy and sappy during sex
it always starts heated, hungry, almost borderline feral when you get your hands on each other. the rough yet gentle way his voice echoes in your ear at every promise he tells you heās gonna do to you: knows it makes your knees weak and pussy wet.Ā Ā
his touch always traveling around your body, knowing it like the back of his hand, knows what you like and donāt like, knows which buttons to press to have you trembling and shaking. whispers the dirtiest things in your ear while heās got this finger stuffed in your cunt and you canāt do anything but grip his wrist tightly and moan into his mouth when he kisses you.
but thereās also times when it shifts, the entire bedroom becomes soft all of a sudden, like now; sat back on his knees, thumb rubbing the slowest circles on your clit while his canāt take his eyes off the way his cock eases in and out of you with one leg pushed off to the side and the other bent over his shoulder. ābaby,ā he murmurs, deep and low in his throat, his lips littering wet kisses against your leg. āyouāre so pretty, baby.ā
your eyes snap open at his words, dazed and confused. āhuh?ā through tears welling up in the corners of your eyes, you catch sight of him, but he isnāt looking at you. heās fixated on your pussy. your lips part with another string of soft whines, hand loosely pressed against his chest when heās slowly grinding into you; the thickness of his cock stretching you out perfectly. āwhat did you say?ā
if he hears you, he choses not to say anything, not yet anyway, too entranced with how he fills you up, eyes hooded and breath stuttering at the warmth of you wrapped around him. doesnāt seem to register the way your nails sink into the skin of his chest each time he pulls out just enough to have you whimpering in protest before pushing right back into you. each thrust knocking your breath out of you.
itās when his eyes flicker up and meet yours finally, lowering your leg from his shoulder, that he smiles; the lazy and giddy kind, before heās leaning over you. his body, made up of pure muscle and strength, cages yours beneath him. āyouāre pretty too, sweetheart,ā his face is instantly tucked into the crook of your neck, hot breath against your skin, causing you to shiver and clench around him. āso pretty, my pretty lady,ā he continues, hands running up and down your thighs before heās wrapping them around his waist for you, body lowering more onto yours.
you gasp into his shoulder, the action of his body pressing down onto you causes his cock to sink deeper. ābaby,ā you whine, biting his shoulder, hands running up and down his back, moving to his sides just to feel the hotness of his skin before theyāre moving back up and around his back; the muscle is hard beneath your touch.
his thrusts are slow and gentle, the thick vein on the underside of his cock throbs against your walls, rough hands slide down your legs and over your hips. his ragged breaths and groans vibrate against your neck and the sharpness of your nails sink into his back. āmy pretty baby, so sweet and soft,ā he murmurs once more, teeth nipping at your neck. āyouāre so perfect, so mine.ā
heās gone, that much you realise, and you also realise heās not even phased by the way your nails continue to rake up and down his back each time he grinds into you, his mind and body focused on how good you feel wrapped around his cock, how you feel so pliable beneath him. those same hands that make you feel safe no matter what, grip your hips tighter once his pace gets more faster.Ā
āmāyours,ā you choked out, the sound a mixture between a moan and a sob; either way it goes straight to his head, panting into your now sweaty neck. āall yours, honey please.āĀ
āyouāre so perfect, māso lucky to have you,ā he canāt stop, his fingers sinking deeper into your hips and nose sliding up and down your neck.
the plap plap plap of skin slapping echo the room, your ankles locked tightly around him, heels pressing into his lower back each time he drags his cock out, enough to make you whine, before sliding right back in, the tip of his cock catching onto the spot inside you that has stars behind your ears and toes curling. āfeels āshoo good,ā you moan, hips moving on their own accord to meet his thrusts.Ā
your arm wraps around his neck, holding him close to you and you moan, gasp and whine into his ear softly. his sweaty body sticks to yourself like glue, if anything his grip on your hips tighten, lips attaching to your neck hungrily. āso warm, holy shitā his voice slurs slightly, one hand quickly moving between your bodies where he finds your throbbing clit. āso wet,ā his fingers work slowly, drawing figure eights on the bud, groaning each time you clench around his cock. āyouāre so fucking perfect, fuck honey.ā
his words melt your heart, makes your eyelids flutter closed just for a second; or longer, you canāt tell anymore, basking in his love and affection. āmmm love you,ā you gasp, nails sinking into the skin of his shoulder.Ā
ālove you more,ā he pants, lifting his head from your neck and pressing his forehead to yours, eyes hooded. ālove you so much, my best girl, pretty wife.āĀ
you cry out against his cheek, walls fluttering around his cock once again at his words, never fails to make you shy and happy no matter how many times he says it. āmore, need more, please, honeyāā
āwanna feel you, need to feel you, just for a little lingerāohmygod,ā another particular thrust of his hips has your legs tightening around him and a deep rumble from his throat causes his pace to falter for just a split second. āpussy was made for me, you were made for me, baby, hm? yeah? lemme feel you for longer, need to, mmmm, thatās it.ā
ācanāt, need you to move faster.ā
his lips curl up into a smirk and you cling to his shoulder tighter when he moves his head towards your neck again, lips grazing the shell of your ear. ālemme play with you a little longer, baby, yeah?ā
smoker!jason and his ashtrays (cw: smoking duh)
jason who started smoking when he was a preteen in crime alley, and picked it up again once he became lucid after the pit. it helped him feel normal after returning from the grave; a rare connection to his life before. that, and the nicotine soothed his frayed nerves.
he knows itās not good for him, honest! he wonāt argue with you on that. it just feels too good; itās too easy to lean on it when things get stressful. they call it a crutch for a reason.
you werenāt sure whether you approved of his āhabitā (admittedly he does look sexy), but all of his ashtrays were sterile and lifeless ā colourless glass or featureless aluminum. the least you could do was bring some joy into it. one day while thrifting, youād come upon a little glass ashtray, pink and heart-shaped.
a soft laugh rumbled from his chest when you gave it to him. āthought you didnāt like me smoking, baby,ā he remarked wryly, turning it over in his hands. he planted a kiss on your temple and vowed to use it until he smoked his last cigarette.

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1013 Parkthorne Avenue was a little world that belonged to Nightwing alone.
It wasnāt home, not exactly, and wouldnāt be for long if he finished his mission quick enough, but it was a place he could crash, a place to survey Blüdhavenās streets, a place to patch himself up and beyond his better judgment he found himself turning it into an actual home ā potted plants on the windowsill, a couple records on the shelves, hanging polaroids on the wall next to his bed.
A little bracelet you gave him still sitting on the nightstand. A neighborly gesture, you said.
Was she giving me bedroom eyes? Am I seeing things? He had whispered to himself that day as you walked away, the words catching the little wire clipped under his collar.
Oh my God, heās got the hots for his neighbour.
āI donāt know if you remember, but just in case you forgot, Mr. Love Doctorāā The modulated voice from none other than Jason, Red Hood himself, echoed into Dickās earpiece.
Dick huffed, the fist he had clenched around a rather generous little bouquet of flowers he got at that new place that opened downtown loosened slightly. A neighborly gesture, he told himself.
āBut breaking your cover is against code.ā
āWhat code?ā
āThe code I made up to stop you from blowing your cover over a crushāā
āItās not a crush!ā He argued back, and just then youād opened the door. His heart lurched in his chest and he practically shoved the flowers towards you, your eyes widening in complete amusement.
āIs somebody dying?ā You chuckled. āTo what do I owe the pleasure, Ric?ā
Ric. Heād forgotten thatās what he told you his name was. Suddenly he wants to die.
vampire!jason todd craves the taste of your blood
āFuck, baby, pleaseāā Oh, the desperation in Jasonās voice was pitiful.
The vampireās fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes squeezed shut as though that could help him blend out the sweet scent of your blood. Several years of experience were in vain when faced with the delirium that your lifeās essence taunted him with. It was a damning thing.
He was trying to be strong for you, fighting to withstand his hunger for your blood. You, his sweet human girlfriend, smelled like the most delicious little dessertāfar more tempting than any other human heād encountered before. It was a miracle youād remained unbitten this long.
But now with your palm sliced open by none other than yourself, oh, how could Jason possibly resist the intense fragrance cloaking all of his senses? He was practically suffocating on the sweetness that was blanketing, no, smothering, his nostrils. āItās okay, Jay,ā you reassured him in that soft tone, like you werenāt currently risking your damn life.
āYou can feed from me. I know you want to.ā The smile you gave him was so full of warmth and care. It was in no way befitting the disaster that was already storming up in his mind. āI canāt. Donāt know if Iād be able to stop,ā he gritted through his teeth, fangs protruding eagerly.
With your uninjured hand, you reached over to his pretty face, before cupping his cheek tenderly. Fingers brushing against the skin turned darker with angry, red veins; your eyes were filled with love, not fear.
Jasonās eyes fluttered open at the gentle touch, looking up at you like you were his angel and tormentor all the same. āYou can. I trust you,ā you said confidently. Then, you raised your bleeding palm to his lips.
Any restraint in his body vanished. The base instincts of a predator set in, and god, you were the most willing prey to ever fall into his claws.
His fangs dug into the bleeding wound, green eyes rolling back at the heavenly taste of your blood finally reaching his lips. A little gasp escaped your parted lips at the sensation, but you still didnāt pull back. Shit, you tasted better than he could have ever imagined you would. Jason was growing dizzy with pleasure, and he was doing so fast.
While he sucked the blood from your palm, you caressed his cheek and whispered sweet encouragements to your vampire boyfriend.
āHah, youāre doing so well, baby,ā you breathed the words out like you were the one currently lacking oxygenāall choked up and hazy.
The sound of your voice snapped him out of the endless appetite he was harboring. Jason was still drowsy with the flavor of you when he pulled back from your providing hand, red liquid staining his mouth. For you, Jason would learn to fight the urges of his violent nature.
You tasted like a paradise he was never meant to relish in.
And Jason knew you would let him pass its gates regardless.
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ꮼ GOTTA EAT IT ROUND THE CLOCK !
cw: cunnilingus, oral fixation, teasing, hair pulling, overstimulation, orgasms, dirty talk mentioned, biting, whining, inspired by @moviecritc's muncher!tim fic & not proofread
ā Featuring how good Jason Todd eats it.
munch!jason who starts every act of intimacy with some form of teasing, whether it's ghosting his fingertips over your skin, whispering in your ear, or breathing heavily on your panties to see how worked up he can get you before undressing.
munch!jason who sucks light hickeys on your inner thighs first to "appreciate his meal" & will gently bite down on your flesh whenever you start moaning before he "even does anything real."
munch!jason who plucks the elastic of your panties and feigns shock at the sight of you already dripping for him, cooing that his pretty girl is "just so happy to see me!" Before giving a teasing lick over your clit.
munch!jason who always groans when he latches his lips onto you, falling into place, sucking and slurping like his life depends on making you cum.
munch!jason who drives himself crazy trying to draw out the little moans & gasps you make, hooking his arms around your thighs and moaning against you whenever you tangle your fingers in his hair.
munch!jason who tends to intertwine one of your hands with his when you start moaning his name, eyes flicking up to meet yours as he rolls his tongue over your clit, almost teasingly slow, attempting to coax out his name again.
munch!jason who loves watching your face twist in pleasure, moaning against you every few minutes to see you shudder & feel your thighs tighten around his head.
munch!jason whose hips roll against the mattress whenever you start pulling his hair, begging him to keep going, eyes fluttering as he struggles to focus on anything but your touch.
munch!jason goes crazy when he feels you start tensing up, tongue flicking your nub relentlessly, pressing his face flush against your trembling cunt, & he almost creams his boxers at the feeling of you releasing all over his face.
munch!jason who licks you clean after you cum, almost driving you to a second orgasm before pulling back to show off the juices clinging to his lips and chin, wiping them off slowly while maintaining eye contact.
munch!jason kisses you quickly. Letting you taste yourself on his lips before rolling you on top of him and whispering how he'd love it if you let him eat it again, with you on top this time.
š§šØšš : go read bae's muncher tim fic fr. Nora's smut fics should be required reading.
jason todd has a habit.
several, actually.
a few centered around his familyāhe always to the left of dick, always makes cass her plate, always brings dessert to gatherings because nobody can do it as well as he can.
a few about his workāhe always starts on the south end of gotham and works toward the north, always cleans his guns an hour before patrol, always puts his right boot on before his left one.
then, he has several for you.
he always flicks your sky projector on fifteen minutes before youāre done getting ready for bed, he always lets you take a bite of food first before picking his fork up, he always lets you read the prologue of a book heās considering purchasing.
but your personal favorite?
jason always lets you kiss him first.
heāll lower his face to yours, keeping the space between the two of you until you lift your lips to slot against his. whenever he wants affection, heāll draw closer, look at you with those utterly compelling eyes of his, and wait.
he waits until you respondāwhether it be reciprocating his energy or not.
he doesnāt take from you. he loves whatever you give him, even if itās merely eye contact.
even then, heāll graciously accept it because itās from you.
jason has a habit of waiting for you to kiss him first, not because heās nervous or shy.
he waits because he knows what itās like to have things taken, and he always wants you to have a choice.
dbf!diana of themyscira suggestive headcanons Ė.ā¦
Every time she visits the manor, you swear youāll stay out of her way. And yet, by the end of the night, you always find her leaning in your doorway like she owns the place, her arms crossed, eyes softer than they should be.
She talks to Bruce in efficient tones, all strategy and mission updates. But when she turns to you, her voice lowers, like sheās in no rush to be anywhere else.
You catch yourself fixing your hair, adjusting your shirt and putting on lip gloss, pretending not to care, but she notices. Diana always notices.
When you were younger, you thought she was untouchable, some perfect storybook figure who belonged on a pedestal. Now, youāre old enough to see the way she looks at you, and it makes your stomach twist in ways you canāt explain to anyone.
Her compliments are subtle, but deliberate. āYouāve grown,ā she says, her gaze lingering just long enough to make you wonder what exactly she means.
Bruce has no idea. Or maybe he does, and he just refuses to see it. Either way, the danger of being caught only makes it worse.
When she leans down to kiss you on the cheek in greeting, her lips brush too close to the corner of your mouth. Every time, you wonder if she does it on purpose.
You tell yourself sheās just being kind, affectionate, Amazonian, whatever excuse you can find, but deep down, you know Diana doesnāt do anything by accident.
It should feel wrong. Sheās your fatherās best friend. Sheās older, wiser, someone you once idolized. And yet, the more she shows up at the manor, the harder it is to ignore the tension buzzing under your skin.
You can't wait for her to cross the line.
a/n: repost of what i accidentally deleted it!

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something something the lady of gotham comes to life one night and bruce wayne/batman is so overcome with love for her that he worships her until dawn breaks
ą² . . . superboy-prime yaps while fucking you silly !
"no, oh my god, babe," he chuckles, hot mouth kissing the column of your neck so sweetly, letting his mumbled info-dump seep into your skin. "see, togruta and twi'lek appendages have completely different functionsā"
you moan, soft and unsteady and all too susceptible to the way his cock sits so snugly in you. he rocks into your heat, seemingly unaffected by the way you gasp and flutter when he brushes the spot that makes your head spin and your pussy squelch like one of the eldritch monsters he loves.
and he just keeps talking.
he presses his flushed cheek to yours. sinks the thick fingers of his left hand into the plush of your thigh, plays with your slick, throbbing clit with his right thumb. casually lets a smirk play on his stupid, cute mouthāyou can feel the impression of his dimpleāas his voice dips into gravel against the shell of your ear:
"twi'lek lekku are prehensile and have some limbic cortex function, so physiological expression of emotion and languageā"
sharp need coils tighter in your belly, making you whimper into the warmth of his neck. "mm, cā"
"shh, i know, baby," clark rasps, letting the hand on your thigh travel up and press firmly below your navel. you feel all of him, every ridge and vein, slipping out a pitched sound caught between a choked groan and a squeal.
he continues, though this time thrusting a little more urgently, thank god. "and togruta lekku are connected to their montrals, whichāfuck, you just got so tightāah, are used for echo-locative purposes because their species is carnivorous..."
"'m gonna cum, clark," you pant, eyes squeezing shut as the pads of your fingers press against his scarred, sculpted chest desperately. he hums, nosing your cheek and flicking your swollen bundle of nerves like a joystick.
"okay, okay, 'm sorry," is the hushed, completely unapologetic reply. clark's cock lets the filthy, wet sound of him plunging in and out of your cunt speak for his mouth, which is sucking a new hickey into your shoulder.
still, you can tell that he wants to talkāthe tense line in his broad, muscular shoulders says so.
"that's it, that's it, c'mon sweetheart, give it to me..."
you cum on his cock with a choked cry, senses dimming as your system sharpens on the overwhelming pleasure spilling from your core, the rhythmic clench of your walls around him.
"shit, shit," he whimpers, syllables spilling out of his mouth as he starts to rut into you with renewed vigor, chasing his own orgasm and pushing you deeper into his batman-patterned sheets. "okay, lemme explain reverse cursed technique before i bust."