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I just read your NSFW alphabet and hear me out. Jason fucking reader in the batmobile, let the man play out his fantasy

may your harvest be bountiful anon. I was praying someone would ask for this muahaha 😈 you can find the prompt from the nsfw alphabet here ❣️

18+ minors dni

warnings: semi-public but not really 🏎️

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you should probably have tried to sound a little more appalled when jason todd told you he’d ‘borrowed’ the batmobile, but there was something about the way he was sitting in the driver’s seat, with his red hood mask over his face, and his arm hanging out of the window, that weakened your resolve.

all it took was a cock of his head and a coy, “you gettin’ in, ma?” for your scowl to melt into a giddy smile. that’s how you found yourself here; zig-zagging through traffic in gotham with a barely-reformed crime lord piloting the in the batmobile like it’s a ferrari. sure, piss off batman. what could go wrong?

thankfully, you don’t have time to dwell on the thought as jason’s hand inches up your thigh, slipping under the hem of your short dress. “wanna take a detour?” he asks, and you can practically hear his grin under the mask. you glance over at him with a smirk as he veers off the city’s main motorway, heading towards the old harbour.

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jason’s large hands knead the soft flesh of your ass harshly as you grind against him on his lap, dragging you along his rock hard length and drawing out another whine from your lips. maybe it’s the knowledge that you’re in the batmobile when you definitely shouldn’t be, maybe it’s that jason is in his full red hood gear, or maybe it’s just because it’s car sex—whatever the reason, there’s a sense of urgency between you that has you both rearing to go now.

you lean back slightly to unbuckle jason’s belt, your back bumping into the steering wheel as your hands move dextrously. “shit, you in a rush, princess?” he chuckles, but you barely hear him. your lower lip is between your teeth as you work fast to free his cock from his boxers, and he hisses in pleasure as you pump him gently, smearing his precum down his shaft. he reaches between your legs to hook his finger around your panties, pulling the gusset to the side.

his green eyes widen as he feels your slick drooling out of you—fuck, you really are in a rush. you align your hips with his again, teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock. in the dim light of the setting sun, he can see the way your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, and it sends heat rushing down his abdomen. you brace yourself on his shoulder with your free hand, sinking down on him gradually. you’re so wet that it only takes a moment to adjust to his size before you’re rocking against him again, and he pulls you back in for another hungry kiss, guiding your hips with his hands.

jason grins as he feels your cunt tightening around him when he brings his fingertips to your clit. “what, already, ma?” he teases, pretending his own release isn’t just moments away. “c’mon, that’s gotta be a new record.” you try to laugh, but he increases the pressure on your clit, and you arch your back as the coil in your belly tightens. shit, you realise, you’re about to cum in the fucking batmobile.

“fuck, jay, I’m so—” you begin, tangling your fingers in his hair. he cuts you off by sucking harshly at the delicate skin of your throat, and instantly you feel the coil snap. you cry out as you convulse around jason’s cock, slumping forward onto his muscular chest with a shiver. the sensation of your walls clamping down on him like a vice makes jason dig his fingers into your flesh as he pumps his own release into you, swearing raggedly as his hips buck.

the batmobile is silent apart from your heavy breaths, and the windows are conspicuously fogged up. you’re glad the harbour is deserted, or rumours might start circulating about what batman gets up to in his free time. jason runs his hands along your back tenderly, laughing to himself. “what?” you ask with a smile, picking your head up off his chest.

“that’s been on the bucket list for a while’,” he grins, and you giggle. you’re about to pull him in for another kiss when an incoming message from bruce wayne that makes your eyes widen lights up the dash. you know there’s a tracker in the car. I suggest you and your guest bring it back now. there’s a pause, and you and jason share a panicked look right as a second message comes through. in good condition.

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Sorry I haven't put out any fics lately, I've been a little busy and tired.

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#I also have a concussion

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I need him

Jason Todd but he actually looks like he got beat almost to death and then exploded.

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Ok but y'all did you see Jason with that fine ass latina?

#well i guess I'm his type #jason todd #red hood #red hood: the hill

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surprise post bc my blogs fixed woo hoo!! i initially sent this as an ask to indys blog (@hanasnx) as my contribution to his baby daddy!jason au, but i also wanted to share it here for u guys as a little treat :p

Baby Daddy!Jason, who you co-parent with, in a very civilized way. No joke, the picture of camaraderie between exes. He takes your daughter on the days he's supposed to (which isn't that often, given his occupation) and brings her back on time, always with a little gift for you as well. Flowers, chocolates, a little knick-knack reminiscent of when you were together. It's not because he's in love with you or anything; it's just the principle of the matter. "Happy wife, happy life," not that you were married or even dating, but he figures the mother of his child should get love sometimes.

Baby Daddy!Jason, who, the next time he sees you, it's to drop off something your daughter forgot with him, and as he's handing you the bag, he casually asks why you haven't been asking him to take her more often. You had been for a while when you were going on dates weekly, but for some reason, the relationships never went anywhere, so you just gave up. "Oh, you know, it just wasn't working out." you say off-handedly, "Kept getting ghosted." you sound only marginally disappointed, moreso annoyed. "What a shame, they're really missing out," he says, getting real close to you and taking up your entire field of vision.

Baby Daddy!Jason, who's got your entire calendar memorized and knows that his daughter's not home tonight and that you've got no plans other than watching movies in solitude. He knows you're too stubborn to call him over for company even though you've been giving him fuck me eyes in passing for the past few months, so he figures he just has to take matters into his own hands and corner you until you give in like he knows you want to.

Baby Daddy!Jason, who fucks you on damn near every surface in the house, telling you he's just christening the place like he would've already done if you lived together. Whispers apologies in your ears about scaring off all of your dates while he's splitting you open, bullying his cock into you while your eyes roll to the back of your head because you haven't been fucked this good in years, not since the last time you'd been with him. You're face is deep in some pillows when you realize the memories you had of his dick pale in comparison to the real thing, and you aren't sure you could go back to using your imagination to get off after tonight.

Baby Daddy!Jason, who keeps you up all night until your pussy's red and puffy from how many times it'd come in contact with his hips while he was fucking you. Fat tip kissing your cervix until you were clawing at his biceps, begging him to give you some reprieve, tears in your eyes while you babbled incoherently, too lost in the feeling of him to make any sense. He admits in the midst of sex that he tried to get over you; he really did, but he just couldn't; he just couldn't picture you with another man in any capacity. The thought of someone else touching you, fucking you, loving you, made his stomach turn, filling him with rage and an overwhelming need to claim you as his.

Baby Daddy!Jason, who's a level-headed, non-fragile ego'd man until it comes to his family, which, contrary to what some would say, did not only consist of his daughter but you too, and any guy who tried to get with you was a threat. he didn't know the intentions of other men, but he knew his own, which was to keep his little family happy as long as he was alive. If that meant putting a gun to the head of anyone who made a move on you and consoling you by stretching you out the way he knew you liked until you just said "fuck it" and let him put another baby in you, then so be it.

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i illustrated this post by @iminthedance

(and took the liberty of changing the colour to the one he’s actually wearing here)

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A belated Happy Birthday to the most beloved sweetheart.

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A belated Happy Birthday to the most beloved sweetheart.

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T H E  P R I N C E  O F  G O T H A M started as a warm-up but progressively got more detailed for whatever reason so i guess i have smth to put up on my store now!  AVAILABLE AS A PRINT HERE!

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jason jacking off anon again (i would very much rather be 🍓anon if possible thank you)

But jason having you ride him and you’re in nothing but HIS leather jacket and yeah it’s hot but you know what’s hotter? You don’t even know you’re own engagement ring is in the pocket that he’s planning on proposing with the next day

Sorry for the long wait babes

Warnings: 18+ content, penetrative sex (p in v), riding, swearing, fem reader

"Fuck, babydoll. You're so gorgeous." Jason grunts as he guides your hips up and down onto his length.

You're in his leather jacket, and nothing else. And good lord it is hot, he has to stop himself from cumming just from looking at you.

He can't help but moan at the sight of you bouncing up and down on his cock, watching as your tits bounce and your face twists up in pleasure.

He moves a hand up to play with them.

"You're so pretty, sweetheart."

"Jason!" you squeal as he toys with you, all while you bounce up and down on his cock. He gazes at your reactions like an idiot in love.

"So pretty f'me."

The jacket sticks to your sweat sticky skin, and seeing you in it triggers something a little possessive in him.

His jacket on his girl.

He wants to make you feel good, the way you make him feel. Not just physically, you've given him a home in your heart. A space where he doesn't have to be anything for anyone, he just has to be there, and you'll love him.

He doesn't need to be Robin. Or Red Hood.

He just needs to be Jason. And for you, Jason will always be enough.

"Jason- Jas- oh fuck!" you cry out in pleasure as your climax washes over you like a wave of unadulterated pleasure.

You slump against him, and something falls out of the pocket of the jacket.

"What is-"

"Shhh, don't worry about it, sweetheart." He shushes. He knows exactly what it is.

An engagement ring.

A ruby.

Red. His color. For his wife.

He'll show you when he's ready. When the moment is perfect.

The perfect beginning to the perfect forever.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd smut #peachh writes #peachh replies #🍓 anon

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pov: you give him a valentine

Hope yall are having a great St Valentine's day! 💖

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Heyo what happened to u? You okay? I miss you here

Hey luv, sorry I've been kinda dead on here, been a bit busy lately and I started off a bit stronger than I could sustain on this blog. Working on my asks rn just a little snail paced.

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He's so cute ❤️❤️

Robin Redesigns; Jason Todd!

Ft. Jason’s canon hatred of mimes bc it tickles me

As ever, click for non-potato quality

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Text ID for sketch page;

[Sketch 1 - (Stayed up late to do homework)]

[Sketch 2 - Arrow pointing to Jason’s boots; Convinced Bruce they were practical cause if he got lost B could find him easier]

[Sketch 3 - Arrow pointing to smol Jason; the littlest of guys]

[Sketch 4 - Jason: An’ then she said mimes were better! Can ya’ believe that?!]

[Sketch 5 - Soul-less Ginger Ver.]

[Sketch 6 - Jason: That’s the ugliest car I’ve ever seen in my life. Two-face: It’s about to be a very short life, kid.]

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thigh fucking

MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: f!reader | dom!jason | degradation | sexual content | thigh fucking | hair pulling | anal mention.

JASON TODD never gave a fuck about thighs until he saw yours. Gorgeous, supple, edible. His teeth ached to sink into that tissue, especially when you stuff them into your thigh high socks. You’ve gotta know what you do to him in those. Strutting around without a care in the world, not expecting to get thrown down and taken advantage of.

“Jay… please.” you whine, desperate.

“Should’ve… mmph… fuckin’ thought of that.” Barely able to hold it together, he’s scolding you through his grunts, throwing his head back to focus on the wall so he doesn’t bust early and ruin the fun. There’s no way you’re getting dicked down right now when your fat thighs are hugging him so well. To make sure they stay good and tight for him, his hands palm either sides, squeezing them together. Despite your squirming, he’s still getting decently off. “Stay still, bitch. Goddamn.”

“Can’t help it.” you reply with a whimper, constantly being reminded of a dick sliding between your slick thighs and your sore cunt is screaming for it. “Want you so bad.”

“Shouldn’t have worn these fucking socks. You know how these get me.” Hollow admonishments because once his concentration is back on what his cock looks like between a pair of thighs, that’s all his attention is on. A finger hooks into the hem of one of the socks, and snaps it against your skin. You jolt, emitting an indignant yet aroused squeak. Moisture seeps out from your panties, accumulating and wetting his entry. Tremors in your pelvis beg him to reconsider, but he’s not done fucking your thighs. “Imagine that. Bully you a little bit and you’re dripping all over me. S’almost like you like this fucked up shit.” One hand releases your flesh to grab at your hair, putting a firm grip on it to make you face him, instead of watching his cock. Ashamed, you cast your eyes down, features skewed from the sting. “You like being called a little bitch? Huh? If your cunt wants to get fucked, it better show me it can cum from just this.”

“Jay—“ your pitchy voice is immediately cut off by his interjection.

“Nah, ah. Any back talk and I’m fucking your ass next.”

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LOVE ❤️

‼️Nsfw‼️ Minors DNI

It's not even your fault. It's JASON'S fault. If he didn't work out so often, his arms wouldn't have become so huge.

It was literally supposed to be an innocent stay at home movie marathon date night. You were on your bed, watching on the small TV that sat on your desk, which was in front of your bed.

Your back was against Jason's chest while his arms were securely wrapped around your torso. One of your hands rested on his forearm, your thumb caressing it every now and again, while your other arm just laid limp on the side. Your head was awkwardly laid on his bicep but was still comfortable, nonetheless.

You honestly couldn't help the thought.

It was just that every time Jason would lean his head over to your temple to give it a light kiss or when he'd snicker at a scene that was playing, his bicep would slightly flex, and you can feel it under your head.

You just wanted to know what it felt like if his whole arm was wrapped around your throat, putting you into a headlock.

Fuck it, it's fine.

You gave his forearm another comforting rub of your thumb before moving his arm, moving it higher on your body.

"What are you doing?" He asks, his focus still on the TV.

"Just getting comfortable," you say, trying to act casual in which Jason shrugs it off. Jason moved his arm the rest of the way, right where you wanted it. But Jason didn't know your actual intentions. Not yet, at least. So he just gives your shoulder a slight squeeze before giving you another kiss to your head.

And you felt it. When he gave your head a kiss. You felt his bicep flex, feeling his muscles choking you a little.

And you wanted more.

You tried to push away the feeling, but Jason let out a strained yawn, and his muscles tightened around your neck. You tried so hard to push it down, but the tiniest little whimper escaped right through your teeth. And you prayed Jason didn't notice.

But he did... But not in the way you expected it.

"Shit, did I hurt you, sweetheart?" Fuck sake, him asking if he hurt you just turned you on more.

You shook your head. "No, Jason. I just..." You were getting needy. But Jason seemed clueless and was getting worried.

"Just what, love?"

You groaned in frustration and gently rutted your ass against his crotch. And fuck, how you loved his reaction.

He groaned and tensed up, making his muscles tense up, too. You let out another whine, both your hands holding onto his arm that rested around your neck, pushing it impossibly closer to your throat.

"Jesus- that's what you wanted, baby? Wanted me to put you in a headlock? Wanted to be in a fucking literal chokehold? Could've just asked nicely, my love," Jason says, his cock becoming semi-hard.

By now, you're dragging your already sopping, clothed cunt along Jason's thigh, whining for more.

Jason laughs. What kind of boyfriend would he be if he denied you the satisfaction?

So, Jason uses his free hand to move your right leg, spreading your limbs apart, and also giving him easy access. He flexes his arm, and in return, your back slightly arches, tightening your grip, your nails digging into his skin, which he doesn't even notice, while you're crying for his touch.

"Shh, it's okay, my love. You'll get what you want," he whispers as his face is buried in your hair, his large, calloused hands caressing your thighs.

You remove one of your hands from his arm, grabbing his free hand that was feeling up your thigh, and you moved it over the wet patch of your sweatpants and made Jason's hand apply pressure to your throbbing pussy.

"Jay, please!" You cry, throwing your head back onto his shoulder. Jason smiles, kissing your cheek.

"Anything for you, princess," he mutters. He slides his hand past the waistband of your sweatpants, pulling your panties up, letting go of them quickly as you slightly yelp at the fabric slapping your skin.

"Jason, please... please touch me.." You begged.

Even in the moment, Jason's heart melts at your pleads. "You're so polite, my love. Just lie there and let me gratify you," he says as he finally slides his hands past your panties, his middle and ring finger pushing inside the folds of your cunt while his thumb gently massages your clit.

Your back arches even more, crying and whimpering at his touch. Jason groans at the sounds of your moans, especially when your voice jumps an octave every time he tightens his arm that is around your neck.

"Fu-fuck.. You look so pretty right now," he stutters. "A moaning mess, just for me. And for what? Just because you wanted my arm around your tiny neck?"

You started to babble, incapable of forming actual sentences. All you can spit out are strings of 'yes, yes!' and 'ngh- feels so good, jay'. Which, without a doubt, makes Jason's ego skyrocket.

Of course, there's the build-up of tension and straining in Jason's pants right now. He'll get to that later. Right now, he wants to make sure the love of his life is fully satisfied from trying to make her desires become a reality.

Which it has, by the way.

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my first nsfw thought piece, how'd it go?

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Imagine Jason Todd’s partner writing Red Hood fanfiction (because why not) and the smut is based off of personal experience.

"You need new material for you work baby? Cuz I’ve been wanting to try something.”

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BARK BARK

PROMP 24 WITH JASON MY GOD I NEED IT ABDNWKMXLWKFKQOLF It's just that his hands are so fucking big that I shouldn't waste the opportunity to have them marked on my butt cheeks. 🥵🥵🥵 (I just came back and the first thing I saw were your posts, q bendición 🥵)

24. “I never knew you liked being spanked.”

Before this happened, there was a lot of talking and a lot of reluctance from Jason.

He was always afraid of hurting you. His nightmare was seeing his princess in trouble. And after he was tortured by the joker, everything about hurting the one he loved was out of the question.

But God, look at you now. After so much begging, Jason placed you on his big thighs and put your ass in the air.

Big smooth cheeks and lace panties tucked into the split. A beautiful sight.

“Please…” You whimpered and Jason swallowed hard.

His hand came down hard on your ass, making you gasp. He patted the big pink mark and analyzed you with concern.

Another slap came down on the other cheek of your ass, harder.

You groaned and Jason looked at you in surprise.

“You okay, princess?” He asked just to be more sure.

Was you really getting horny with that? The answer was yes, and the proof was the wet mark on your panties.

“Mhm… more. I want more.” You whimpered and shook your ass.

“I never knew you liked being spanked.” Jason let out a smile and gave her ass a few more slaps.

When she finished her ass was sensitive and her pussy was dripping.

“What a naughty little girl…”

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I SWAER SJKSKAKA I JUST LOVED THIS ONE!!