Pairing. Jason Todd X Reader

I have the hadcanon that if jason todd smoked whe would have a Vivienne Westwood lighter!!

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I’ll do you one better, Jason with a significant other who carries his Vivienne Westwood lighter around for him.

You stared out into the crowded room, feeling overwhelmed. Your foot tapped against the wooden floor and that’s when your eyes are met with Jason’s. You shyly waved at him, hoping that he’d notice the anxiety and he smiled softly, immediately picking up on the nerves.

Jason nodded his head towards the main exit and you raised your eyebrows, confused. He put his hands in flannel’s pocket and pulled out a box of Marlboro cigarettes. He shook the box lightly and you scurried through the crowd to find your way to him.

He immediately engulfed you in a warm embrace, his hot breath grazed your ear and you clutched on to him tighter. Jason’s hand rested on your waist as he escorted you out the door. The sounds slowly became muffled as you were met with the chilly September air.

“You looked like you needed a break,” he said, pulling out a single cigarette from his box.

“Yeah, too many people,” you replied, almost disgusted. You watched Jason put the cigarette between his lips and you reached into your pocket to pull out a lighter.

The lighter was a small silver heart, engraved with the signature Vivienne Westwood orb. It was a present for Jason, but he refused to carry it on himself. “The buzz feels better when you’re there,” his words often echoed in your brain, as you remembered the promise you made to him— to always carry his lighters for him.

Jason suddenly leaned down to get closer to you and you quickly sparked the lighter. His eyes stared directly into yours as you brought the small flame to his cigarette. Jason took a large inhale of the stick, taking a second to let the smoke fill his lungs. He then slowly exhaled, blowing the smoke on to your face and you giggled at his actions.

He offered the cigarette to you and you shook your head, refusing politely. He sat down near the edge of the building and you found your seat next to him. He put his large arm around your shoulder and pulled you in closer. He placed a quick kiss on your head and you pushed yourself further into his chest. You closed your eyes and sighed, finally feeling at peace.

jason todd loves to sit on the bathroom counter and watch you get ready. he loves seeing you pink and fresh-faced after scrubbing off your cleanser. he loves how shiny and glowy you look after applying moisturizer, and how good you smell after rubbing cocoa butter over your bare shoulders and chest, on your soft arms and stomach. he loves how you stand on your toes and lean closer to the mirror and how your mouth opens slightly when you're applying mascara. he loves how concentrated you are when doing eyeliner, the way the tip of your tongue pokes out from between your lips. he loves the big smile you make to put blush on the apples of your cheeks, the one that makes your nose scrunch. and he loves the little pout you make when you apply your lipstick. and he especially loves how you wordlessly gesture for him to come closer so you can blot your lipstick by planting a fat kiss on his cheek. jason todd loves watching you get ready.

Dress - Jason Todd

Synopsis: Jason loves your dress, so much so that he wants to take it off. (loosely based on the song 'dress' by taylor swift)

Warnings: very suggestive but no smut

"The black dress or the red dress?" You hold up the two options on their hangers, staring down your boyfriend. He's smiling softly with eyebrows raised.

"You'll look good in either one, baby." Jason Todd doesn't mind which one you wear, as long as he knows he'll be taking the dress of choice off at the end of the night. That's one of the only reasons he bought them for you in the first place. Easy zips up the back, stretchy material. It all made it a lot easier for him when it was his turn to undress you.

"Can you please just help me pick?" you're far more stressed than you should be, taking every single one of Bruce's galas way to seriously and if it was up to Jason, the both of you would just stay in tonight. Regardless, he stands from his place on the couch, long legs closing the distance between you, then Jason takes the black dress off your hands, draping it over his shoulder.

"The red one."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. Go get changed." Jason kisses your temple then, before giving your shoulder a gentle push with two fingers, leaving you to go get ready. Once your gone he places the black dress over the arm of his chair, and waits for you. He remembers buying it, seeing it in a shop window and thinking about just how good you would look. He remembers the red one too, his personal favorite.

When you return to the room, Jason's hands itch to touch you, and lucky for him, you need him too.

"Can you zip me up?" You turn, showing him the undone back of the red dress and he's standing up again in moments, trying to hide his shit-eating grin.

"Love this dress," he mumbles, so quiet you almost don't hear him. His hands slip into the open back of the dress, sliding around to the bare skin of your stomach.

"If you love it so much, you can help me put it on." Jason can feel the laugh that vibrates through your words as his hands move back to slide up and down your ribs.

"I'd rather help you take it off." he peppers soft kisses over your shoulder, but before you can respond he zips up your dress with one swift motion. "You ready to go?" he asks, as if his previous comment didn't just make your knees weak.

You turn to look at him, a knowing look on your face. He winks back, and if you weren't late to Bruce's gala already, you would have taken him right up to the bedroom.

"let's go," you say, and you can tell that's not the answer Jason wants to hear. You watch his adams apple bob, and move forward to grab his hand, ignoring the horny puppy eyes he gives you on the way out the door.

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The gala was bustling with life by the time you got there, but no amount of people bumping into Jason, asking to speak with him, could take his attention away from you. You looked better in this dress than he could have ever imagined, and he was having a hard time keeping his cool.

You'd gone over to the bar to get a drink, leaving Jason to fend for himself against the masses of tuxedo clad men surrounding him, but he'd be damned if he could bring his eyes away from your legs. He was trying his best to focus on other things—like your hips for example—but he was losing the fight.

Jason is trying to come up with ways he can politely excuse himself from the circle of people he's found himself in when you lock eyes with him from across the room. Drink in hand, you cross your legs on the barstool you sit on, and Jason is practically salivating.

"Fuck." it comes out as a whisper but the woman beside him, who had been discussing business ventures outside of Gotham, looks in Jason's direction, startled.

"Excuse me, young man?"

Jason ignores the her, his feet carry him in your direction without so much as a goodbye to the somewhat confused gathering he left behind.

"You don't know what you're doing to me." He leans in close to say it, one hand on your thigh as he whispers in your ear. His heart is racing, and he's sure yours must be too, with how sensitive you are to his touch.

"If you can't handle the dress, then you shouldn't have picked it." You slide your hands into the back pockets of Jason's trousers, pulling him closer. He almost growls, and the bartender turns a blind eye to the both of you.

"Let me take you home," Jason sounds desperate. "please."

"We haven't even been here an hour, Jay."

He removes his hand from your thigh, registering the way you shuffle on the stool in anticipation. Now Jason knows he's not the only one that wants to be doing other things.

"C'mon baby," he steps forward, lowering his head so it's level with the sweet spot on your neck. "let me be good to you." the words are muffled as he speaks them into the skin on your neck, kissing you there to punctuate his sentence.

He's so convincing, and you almost forget your at an event. A very public, and classy event. You're sure Jason has forgotten already, hands running over your sides in anticipation as you look around the room.

"Jay," you don't know what you're going to say, so you leave it at that. Just his name, hanging in the air between you to be interpreted in a thousand different ways.

"Is that a yes?" Jason asks, leaning back to look at you. He knows the look in your eyes all too well, and he's won. He knows it.

"Let's go home." You've been defeated, worn down by Jason's charm yet again.

He moves behind you, placing his hands on your hips as you lead the way out of Bruce's gala and into the cold night air. It's nice to feel the cool breeze on your flushed skin, especially when Jason turns you around. He kisses you quickly once you're facing him, nose bumping messily with his as he guides your lips toward his own.

His hands roam up your back towards where the zip resides on the dress. "Wait till we get home." You mumble against his lips, somewhat preoccupied with the kiss.

Jason doesn't want to wait, doesn't know if he can, but he'll do whatever you tell him. He's wrapped around your finger, something he can't deny, but tonight it's worse than ever. He pulls back from the kiss, eyes, glazed over with lust.

"I know I said I wanted to take this off," he pulls at the ruby red fabric of your dress, hand travelling down between your legs. "But I'm thinking it should stay on, just for tonight."

"Jason Peter Todd," you're voice is breathy and fast, the use of his full name making his mind run laps. "get in the car right now, and take me home."

Jason grins, pleased with himself. "Yes ma'am."

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little edit i made for my men, jason and dick 🙂‍↕️

reblogs r appreciated <33

i just know satoru’s the type to lean down when you two are making out while standing up, and he literally pushes himself into your personal space because he cannot physically get enough of you. like his hands are gripping your flesh, your thighs, your ass, and then his hand wraps around your neck and when you try to pull away to breathe, he chases after your lips and pecks them repeatedly.

“no no no—come back here, please,”

tim: did you know demon spawn still sleeps with his stuffed giraffe? damian: is that so?? well i heard you still sleep with the night light on. jason: *walking past* you're both amateurs. tim: oh yeah? and what do you sleep with? jason: y/n.

oh my gosh

I am in LOVE with your jason todd writing. You just write him so well 🥲

i have scoured the internet for thigh riding jason (because ya know hes KING of thunder thighs) and couldnt find a single one 😔

just thinking thots ab this mans meaty thighs and riding one

Pairing - Jason Todd X (F) Reader Words - 1.4k Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Thigh Riding - Praise!Kink - Swearing - Dirty Talk. Notes - No thoughts, just Jason Todd and his thick ass thighs. I’ve been wanting to write thigh riding for a while now so thanks my darling anon!! I hope you enjoy 😉

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You’ve got that look in your eye again.

That one you get just before you say something that takes him to pieces–a teasing glint that flashes white hot at your pupil and spreads out like goddamn wildfire. You get a faint quirk at the edges of your mouth, a slight tug of a smirk on your lips and the sight of you, glittering and halfway to electric never fails to make his stomach drop straight through to his feet.

You’re leaning against the kitchen counter, watching attentively as he gears up for patrol. That no good look still flashes in your eye, but you manage to do a decent job of keeping it off your face–if Jason didn’t know you as well as he did, he wouldn’t know you’re about to suggest something obscene, something outlandish.

“Jason,” You almost purr, making him pause, fingers hovering over the clips to his weapons holsters. Looking up, he catches your gaze across the kitchen and swallows thickly when you hold his stare–refusing to let it go until you’ve said what you want to. “My pretty boy–”

He can’t help it, his brain short-circuits at the praise, stutters and freezes in place.

You push off the counter with an amused huff, wicked mouth twitching into a threatening grin. There's a firm confidence to the way you walk, a predator stalking prey. He knows he looks like an idiot, a deer caught in blinding headlights, but he can’t deny that you look powerful–goddamn fucking beautiful.

He thinks he might catch fire when you touch him, press your palm to his heaving, armour covered chest and shove.

You don’t stop there, you keep going, force him to backpedal until the backs of his legs nudge the sofa. You smile, smoothing your palm from his broad chest upwards, sweep your nimble fingers over the thick, fluttering vein in his neck to settle heavy along his jawline.

“Jay,” You say again, leaning in close enough to ghost your lips over his chin. “Lemme ride your thigh.”

His breath hitches in his throat.

His cock jumps.

“Sweetheart,” He tries, struggling to speak past the lump in his throat. “Baby, please. I’ve got patrol, I don’t have time.”

Your hands press insistently into his shoulders, holding him down. Jason knows he could overpower you, already has three ways planned out on how to have you flat on your back in a few blinding seconds. It wouldn’t take much. He thinks of flexing his hips and throwing you off, having you spread out underneath him, legs parted so he can slot between them and ruin you.

Jason can be patient. Can bide his time. Wait for you to have your fun and enjoy the intoxicating thrill of being in control before it takes it away again.

But he can’t quite ignore the way he fattens up in his boxers, blood rushing to his cock and making it twitch, ache, fucking throb at the sight of you.

“But Jay, your thighs are so thick. I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.” You drag the length of your pussy over his leg. He feels the heat coming off you through his tactical pants and he wants to moan. “You’re not going to deny me this, are you? I can see how hard you are.”

“Fucking shit!” Jason croaks, throwing his head back. “Are you tryin’ to kill me?”

He wants to jerk off, wants to wrap his fist around his cock and pump it hard and fast until he empties his heavy, aching balls. He wants to wrestle you off his leg and bury himself in your slink cunt, maybe teach you a damn good lesson in the process.

Pressing your hips down you rock yourself over the hard muscle and reward him with a sweet little gasp as your clit catches on the fabric. It makes him feel dizzy, almost like he’s waking up with a concussion minus the blinding pain. Grabbing you by the hips he guides you over his thigh, flexing it just right as you pass over it, dragging another quiet sound from your mouth.

“D’that again.” You whimper, fingers tightening over his broad shoulders.

Jason watches as your composure shakes–dissolves right before his eyes. Something dark fights itself awake in his gut, blinks its eyes open and starts cataloguing all the ways to recover control, slip it from your clever fingers and choke you with it.

“Do what again?” Jason grins, looking up at you and cocking his head slightly. “This?”

Flexing his thigh as you drag your wet little clit over it your breath stutters, pupils blowing out with a violent wave of lust. Jason adores that look on your face, halfway to unhinged, neck deep in desperation. He loves it even more because he put it there.

“Y-yes.” You stutter, eyes rolling back into your skull.

Settling into an easy rhythm of back and forth you make sure to catch your swollen, sticky pussy on every dip and groove of his thigh. Jason tightens his grip on your waist, forcing you to rock against him harder, faster.

“Can’t believe you’re making me late for this.” Jason mutters, pressing his mouth along your jaw. “Makin’ me late because you want to rub your greedy pussy on my thigh.”

He listens to your heart skip, memorises the frantic beat so he can replay it later when you’re worn out and sleeping. Pressing wet kisses along the hinge of your jaw he smooths his hands around your back, sweeps the pads of his fingers over your spine.

“But Jay, please.” You whine, breathless, “I’ve been wanting to do this for ages, been thinking of riding your thigh for months. They’re so fuckin’ thick.”

Jason huffs into the crook of your neck, thrusting his thigh against your cunt, “Is that so?”

“Mmhm. S’not fair having to watch you strap on those holsters, it makes ‘em look so good. The amount of times I’ve wanted to bite them–” Your words taper off into a moan, mouth parted as Jason drags his teeth over your pulse point.

“Y’should have said something sooner, sweetheart. Could’a had you cumming over ‘em like a whore before now.”

He feels your steady motions falter, posture changing ever so slightly to allow you to focus on grinding your twitching little clit against his thigh. Jason knows you’re getting close, can sense your incoming orgasm almost as well as he can sense his own. Moaning desperately your legs shake, eyelids fluttering shut as you drag yourself up to the very edge.

“Fuckin’ christ, are you gonna come?” Jason asks, already knowing the answer. “Really? From this? From rubbing yourself on my thigh?”

“Uh–shit. Yes, m’gonna come.” You whine, twisting your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. “Jay–fuck–I’m so close.”

He feels you trembling, throat working hard as you swallow and pant out whimpering whines of his name. He knows you’re a hair-trigger away from exploding, from gushing over his thigh and drenching his tactical pants. Jason knows he’ll need to change before leaving. He can’t go out with your come smeared across his thigh.

“Oh baby,” He coos against your throat, “Come for me. Be a good girl, soak my thigh.”

A silent shudder works through your body, starts at your legs and bleeds through to your fingers. Your voice shakes and cracks as you come, pussy contracting wildly against Jason's leg. Sucking a dark mark over your fluttering pulse Jason guides you through your climax, keeping the pressure on your pretty pussy until it stops twitching.

You move to pull away and swing yourself off his thigh. He knows you’re doing it to let him leave, but he’s not quite ready to let you go, still wants to prove that he’s the one in control of the situation. So Jason grabs your hips, keeps you pinned.

“I think you’ve got another in you.” He smiles, all dangerous and threatening at the edges. “M’not letting you move your wet cunt until you come again sweetheart, I’ve decided I quite like having you grinding yourself on my thigh, it’s a very pretty view.”

Your eyes widen and he sees it then, that quick flash of ‘oh fuck’ over your face. You’ve been wanting to ride his thigh for months, and Jason can’t be blamed for wanting to make up for lost time.

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Jason is a chronic biter. Whether it’s his lips, the insides of cheeks, or the stings of his hoodie, he is constantly gnawing on something.

This habit was usually not a problem. In fact, it was almost endearing, it was a cute and boyish quirk. However, this was until he decided that his body and his things didn’t suffice anymore. Suddenly, he found himself itching to get his teeth on you.

It had started off very slow, almost as if he was testing the waters. The two of you were sitting on the old couch together, watching the latest episode of one of your shows. Jason was mindlessly playing with your fingers, as he usually did, but this time, there was a mischievous look in his eyes. He kissed your knuckle and you smiled, without giving it too much thought—accidentally giving him the confirmation to keep going. The next thing you felt were his teeth clamping down on your finger, hard. You jolted and looked up at him confused. Jason grinned, almost confidently and you laughed at his childish antics.

Then, there was an another time where he felt a little bolder. You had been in the kitchen washing the dishes after Jason had made dinner. You were in your own world, cleaning, when he came up behind you. Jason pulled you into a warm embrace and you found yourself melting into his touch. You stayed there for a few seconds, just gently swaying and enjoying his company. What you thought was Jason bending down to kiss your exposed shoulder, turned out to be a firm chomp on your skin. You whined, annoyed, but let him do this thing.

This habit wasn’t all that irritating though. There were often times when the two of you were preoccupied with each other. There were many, late nights where his lips would not leave your skin. During those times, the gentle grazes of his teeth set fire to your skin, it felt pleasant in an odd sort of way. The feeling would have you sighing blissfully. The tenderness caused your body to burn with excitement. His bites were almost always followed up with a kiss to soothe the deliciously painful sensation. Those moments had you grateful for his ridiculous way of showing affection.

Jason had a weird biting habit and you weren’t sure if you found it completely insufferable or just purely indulgent….

Keep It Down

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: Trying to not wake anyone up while staying over for the holidays…

Warnings: Intense feels, trying to stay quiet, hand over mouth, Smut 18+, literally just pp in vv moment, petnames (Ma (ofc, this is Jaybird we’re talkin’ about), baby), crying but…in the hot way?, obsessed with this concept ngl. Yes, I got lazy at the end, don’t judge.. :(

Word count: 1k

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It was all quiet pants and silent tears. 

The holidays had rolled around and the two of you were staying at Wayne Manor for the week. A classic Gotham storm raged outside, snow gently falling as lightning flashed through the closed curtains of Jason’s room. Thunder shook the house, momentarily deafening what was happening. 

You and Jason were always recklessly in love. So, no wonder you couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves for more than a day. The only problem was volume. And shit, could Jason make you lose your voice moaning and crying out his name. On the other hand, it would be sucky to be caught by one of his brothers, let alone Alfred or Bruce… 

“Gotta stay quiet, baby.. Can you do that for me?” Was what he murmured in your ear before you got started. 

He was slow, loving with his slow but deep thrusts. His dick hitting that spot within you that made your back arch and nails drag down his back, leaving angry red streaks in their wake. Fuck, he knew how to make your head spin. 

Tears streaked down your cheeks, shallow breaths leaving your parted lips. Jason ate it up, kissing and nipping along your neck. Tasting your skin and groaning into your neck to keep his own noises to a minimum. Calloused hands gripping your thighs to haul them up around his waist to get a better angle. The whine you let out was quickly muffled by his lips capturing yours in a deep kiss. “Shhh.. I know, ma, I know..” He mumbled against your mouth. 

As he had your lips captured, his hands moved up. Pulling you up into an arch by your waist before wrapping his arms around. Shoving his arms between you and the bed. Chest to chest, arms hugging your middle like he was scared you’d slip away. When he finally pulled away to breathe, his forehead dropped to your shoulder. Hot breath fanning across your skin making a shiver run up your spine. 

“Oh shit…” You breathed, hand coming up to drag through his dark hair. Gripping with shaky fingers, lightly tugging, making Jason practically growl into your skin. Brows pinched in pleasure as tears fell back into your hairline. Every roll of his hips takes your breath away and makes you tremble. His fingers dug into your back as he squeezed you tighter. 

Fire.. that's what you felt. Crawling beneath your skin, licking at your core making your stomach flip. Pushing you closer and closer to your high with every thrust, sharp breath, and moan. Trying to keep quiet. Desperately. But it was so difficult with how overwhelming it was. The thrill of accidentally being too loud. Passionate tenderness that made your head spin and tears prick your eyes. In a vulnerable state of intense pleasure and connection. All while your loving boyfriend whispered sweet nothings into your skin. “That’s it, ma..I’ve got you.. Just let go, I’ve got you..” 

Flushed and blissed out, your head pressed back to the pillows. Whimpering an, “Oh my god..” into the darkness of the room. Maybe a little too loud than you should’ve… 

Jason was quick to remedy your loss of volume control. His hand coming up to cover your mouth, his other arm still securely holding you to him. While he loved how wrecked you sounded, he didn’t want to get caught..You breathed harshly through your nose as you let out a ragged moan that got muffled by his palm. “Baby, baby.. Gotta keep it down..” He murmured, voice laced with desire.

Despite his words, he picked up the pace a little, rocking against you with more intensity. Hitting harder, somehow it felt deeper too. Eyes squeezed shut as you tried to focus on your pleasure and keep your moans down. 

Pressing closer, practically suffocating you with his weight. Draping himself over you like a protective blanket made up of over two hundred pounds of muscle. His hand left your mouth to grip the pillow next to your head. His head dropping once more, groaning right into your ear. “C’mon, ma..” You were so close…

You choked and pressed your face to his neck. Letting out a strangle moan you muffle against his skin. Finally reaching that peak. It wasn’t fast and strong like it usually would be. The kind that would have you moaning shamelessly and crying out his name. No.. This twisted your spine and burned through your veins. Making you choke on your own air and hold your breath. Crashing over your body like waves on an ocean shore. Tensing as you gripped him where you could. Pawing desperately at his skin for purchase as fat tears rolled down your cheeks. 

Then you let out a sob of raw pleasure, still muffled against his skin. Shaking as you rode out your high. Thighs trembling around his waist as your body pulsed with the aftershocks. He slowed down for a moment, cooing softly in your ear and pressing kisses to your tear-stained cheeks as he helped you ride out your orgasm. 

When you finally calmed down enough, he took your chin in hand, “Yeah..?” He mumbled to you. Seeking permission, seeing if he could be selfish now. Chase his pleasure. All you could do was tighten your legs around his waist again and nod weakly. Arms pulling him closer once more. “Yeah..” He quickly sought out your lips, locking you in a deep and needy kiss as he picked up the pace again. 

Panting and pressing as deep as he could. His groans went straight into your mouth as he chased his release. He wasn’t far behind. His hips stuttered before he let out a strangled moan, “Baby..” he grumbled against your lips. Giving a few short thrusts as he finished. Jason finally broke the kiss with a heavy sigh. A string of saliva connected you still before he licked his lips. “Fuck, you did so good for me..” He praised softly as he caressed your cheek. Thumbs wiping away the tears. 

“Fuck yeah, I did..” You gave a tired smirk. He paused before he gave a slow smirk of his own. 

“As if, you were loud as hell.”

“Shut up…”

18+ minors dni

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“honey, I laugh when it sinks in / a pillar I am of pride / scarcely can speak for my thinking / what you’d do to me tonight”

there are a million thoughts running through jason todd’s mind as he fucks you — how good you feel around him, how pretty you look with one of your legs over his shoulder, how obscene your moans sound echoing off the bedroom walls — but his favourite is always the way you look when he first sinks into you.

the first few times you fucked him, all he could look at was the sight of your greedy pussy taking him in, transfixed by your warmth and the way he stretched you. after those first few times, however, he thought to look at your face instead, and it was like the planet shifted on its axis. he found your eyes where his had been moments prior, fixed to his cock as it breached your tight hole. he took in your expression, a mixture of apprehension and lust and anticipation, and found a moment to pause and admire your beauty. he noticed the way your lips parted as he inched into you, and when he finally bottomed out, he saw the way your eyes fluttered shut as you moaned his name, pride swelling in his chest. he couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him.

“what?” you whined, eyes opening to meet his as he slowly unsheathed himself from you.

“nothin’, ma,” he breathed, a cocky grin still plastered on his face. you gasped as he thrust back into you. “just keep takin’ me like that.”