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something about jason todd with a touchy!reader s/o is literally so yummie.

You’ve got him on his stomach, regrettably, he thinks, as you watch the hills and divots of his muscles roll and flex as he gets comfortable. The scarred herculean expanse of his back is exposed to you as you sit on his butt.

“Dunno why I agreed to this,” he frowns, not bothering to move his head, unmuffling his musings.

He really doesn’t; ten minutes ago you two were having a very civil discussion (read: arguing) about something or other. Next thing he knew, he was in your bed, on his stomach, half naked and under you.

“Cause you like me,” you sing, breaking him from his thoughts, as you drag manicured fingers up his back, pressing into his taut muscle, deftly massaging each sore part of him.

“You like this. ‘S okay to admit it,” you add.

He gives a noncommittal noise that gets cut off by a strangled gasp when he feels your hands pressing into the upper muscles of his back.

There’s a deep discomfort that settles in his stomach; he’s never been touched so lovingly, not without hidden motives tainting said touch. He isn’t sure if he should push you off him or beg you to keep going.

You hum as you work his muscles, letting his inconsistent breathing and occasional gasps guide you.

You continue rubbing him down, occasionally pausing to apply more shea butter to your hands before resuming your work.

You reach up to his neck, as he sighs. You press just a hair harder, feeling a knot loosen at the pressure. Jason inhales, trying to steel himself from any possible reaction.

Regardless of his efforts, a low “Fuck,” reverberates through his chest. He internally frowns at the sound of his low whine, sounding like a wounded animal. He reddens as he hears himself, internally cringing at his neediness, at your willingness, and the intimacy of it all.

“That was pretty,” you murmur, teasing lilt in your voice. He’s fighting the urge to shut down this moment of vulnerability the two of you are sharing. You know he’s really pushing himself, so you try to keep the extra teases locked away for another day, another less intense moment.

You shut yourself up, instead focusing your attention to Jason’s expansive back. You press harder in the same spot, shameless in your attempt to illicit more noises from him as you whisper, “Give me another.”

He shudders, giving a shaky exhale as he composes himself.

“You’re evil,” he grumbles, despite almost leaning up into your touch.

“So evil,” You smile, “Totally evil.”

Not once does your touch on his back falter. He hums in agreement, softly smiling into a pillow.

“Incredibly evil,” Jason sighs. “Lucky I like your evil ass.”

“Aw,” you say, “Red’s finally going soft. I got you up under me and now you don’t know how to act. ”

Jason can hear the smile in your words. Choosing to ignore it, he closes his eyes and focuses solely on your touch.

“Yeah,” He mumbles, before pausing to consider his words, “Goin’ real soft, only for you.”

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:-OTP tropes-:

(Tag me!!! Also, Let me know if you have any more tropes that I should add to this list!!)

By @me-writes-prompts

Low energy x way too much energy

Tired college student x overachiever who never shuts up

Buff x more buff

"Is this what people call a date?" x "We're literally trying to murder each other right now."

Unbelievably depressed funny x unbelievably depressed serious

Can kill you x will actually kill you

Book lover x coffee lover

Needs google maps everywhere they go x has traveled so much that they know every place

Undercover agent x police officer whose stuck with them

Procrastinates and binges netflix x "Productivity is everything"

"Uh huh, we're not buying any more pints of ice cream." x "What? Whyyyy, we've only got like 5 of my favorite flavours! We have a long way to go, love."

Has the best puppy eyes x gets attacked by the said puppy eyes

"we're just friends-" x "with benefits."

Night owl x early bird

Loves to receive gifts x loves to give them gifts<333333

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❀ whumpee x caretaker tropes where whumpee and caretaker are enemies ༊*· ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ ˘͈

tw: force feeding, mention of vomit

✘ caretaker has whumpee locked in a room (or chained down to a bed) so that whumpee can’t escape, except that — instead of whumpee’s completely being a prisoner — caretaker’s having to hold whumpee captive is genuinely for whumpee’s own safety, too.

✘ whumpee constantly expects caretaker to hurt them.

✘ whumpee may be injured, but they’re not submissive. they always hiss and snarl at caretaker like a caged animal; clearly scared and terrified, yes, but they refuse to surrender.

✘ whumpee tries to attack caretaker, but with them being hurt, caretaker can easily overpower them by placing a firm hand on the back of whumpee’s neck and holding them down to the bed, keeping them still. (keep in mind that caretaker is not hurting whumpee, they’re in fact keeping whumpee from hurting them and themself in the process.)

✘ feeding time is a nightmare when whumpee constantly tries to literally bite caretaker’s hand.

✘ whumpee thrashes around when caretaker holds their jaw open with one hand, feeding them with the other, forcing the food down their throat.

✘ neither whumpee nor caretaker is having a good time.

✘ whumpee always challenges caretaker to kill them and just get it over with. but even though whumpee tries to hide it, caretaker can still see genuine fear in whumpee’s eyes.

✘ caretaker isn’t going to “comfort” whumpee (they’re enemies, duhhh), but caretaker does tell whumpee that they’re not going to hurt them. that whumpee doesn’t believe caretaker is… none of caretaker’s problem.

✘ whumpee gets sick and throws up on their bed / on the floor (the choice is yours), they are less embarrassed than they are surprised by how gentle caretaker is being, as caretaker helps clean them up.

✘ or how mindful caretaker is when they’re changing whumpee’s bandages.

✘ caretaker gives whumpee a bath and when whumpee reflexively tries to cover their wounds and their scars even if they know caretaker has already seen them all (because they don’t want caretaker to see what they consider a sign of weakness), caretaker says, “you don’t have to feel like you have to hide your injuries from me. I’m not them. I’m not going to take advantage of your wounded stage. I’m not going to hurt you.” — “what do you want then?” whumpee asks. — “I just want to take care of you and make sure you’re okay,” caretaker replies, firmly but softly with no hint of mockery in their voice.

✘ caretaker hears whumpee cry at night. though whumpee stops and pretends to be asleep when they hear the door open.

✘ caretaker knows whumpee is awake, but caretaker chooses not to say anything.

✘ or, one night, whumpee is awake but pretends to be asleep. this time, however, caretaker doesn’t know whumpee is actually awake when they walk over to whumpee’s bed to adjust the blanket properly around whumpee’s shoulders. whumpee keeps still and continues pretending to be asleep. they only open their eyes when they’re certain caretaker has already left the room, but they don’t push the blanket away, for some reason.

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Back on my Jason Todd bullshit 👉👉

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BATMAN: ARKHAM KNIGHT | 2/? ↳ "You're good, Dark Knight. Even better than I remember. It's going to make it even more satisfying when I kill you."

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Am I tripping or has AO3 gotten real....Wattpady. I haven't been on in ages honestly

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AGH DICKS

#HIS HAIR

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Over It

Here’s a little angsty thing I thought of while listening to Never Call Me (Jhene Aiko)

Part one/Part Two/Part Three

Summary: You know Jason is hiding something from you. It didn’t matter to you for a long time, but now your doubts are catching up with you. The way he’s acting makes you think he’s cheating on you, but you can’t be sure. If he’s not then what else could he be hiding? 

Enough was enough. You were so sick of everything. Sick of doubting yourself. Sick of lying awake at night wondering if he really loved you or if you were just a hobby. The past few weeks consisted of you crying yourself to sleep with the worst case scenarios dominating your thoughts. Could Jason really be cheating on you? At first the idea seemed impossible. How could he fake the way he looked at you? The adoration in his eyes or the smile on his face. Maybe at first, but to fake something like that for two years didn’t seem plausible. 

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#jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #red hood x reader #angst

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I forget how much I like this one. It's definitely one of my favorites

Mosaic

(No actual mosaics involved in the making of this…)

This ask is amazing and my heart grew two sizes writing this. I went on a bit of a break, so that’s why this took so long, but thank you so much for sending me this!!!

Warnings: Language and fluff

Jason was always your favorite muse. You had so many sketches, paintings and pictures of him that it almost seemed like you were obsessed. Maybe you were a little bit. Painting him was just one of the ways you coped with your feelings for him, so of course you had a lot of them. Some, you made from memory and some you recreated from pictures. It was hard to catch him on camera though because his best moments were when he didn’t think about being watched. When he relaxed and smiled or was lost in his own thoughts he had this ethereal beauty that you couldn’t help but paint. 

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#red hood #red hood imagine #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #Jason Todd #jason todd x reader #fluff

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[ Jason Todd as Red Hood in Batman: Three Jokers (2020) ]

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do you think gothamites from the crime alley/narrows etc. at least recalled the second robin tenderly? do you think they considered jay theirs? do you think they mourned him properly, even if only with small gestures, having only heard rumours about his demise? do you think someone who the second robin saved or comforted once cried after him? that a kid asked their mom: what now? what do we do without robin? or did it become another sad, cynical story about an alley kid meeting a tragic end?

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I haven’t rendered in so long🥲

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Thinking of doing a short BHM event, but we'll see what free time I have hehe

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Batfamily portrait

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lazarus