Jason Todd X Black!reader - Blog Posts

This man could put me in a chokehold anytime!!! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡(✿ ♥‿♥)(✿ ♥‿♥). ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

content — black fem! reader, mirror sex, fingering, chokehold, dumbification, backshots, deep penetration, praise, jason talks you through it.

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jason todd is the type to fuck you in front of a mirror when he wants to prove a point to you. feeling insecure? he’ll make you watch your reflection while he holds you, his chest to your back as he pumps his fingers in and out of your hot, sticky pussy.

feeling bratty? he has no problem providing you with an attitude adjustment, one massive bicep flexing around your neck and the other holding you by the hip to keep you steady while he pounds you from behind. he stares you down the whole time, grinning smugly at the way you whine and babble for more.

and his absolute favorite? he loves fucking you in prone bone after you’ve had a long day, his weight pressing you into the mattress so he can reach nice and deep. he’ll hold your chin in one hand, directing your attention to the large mirror in the corner of his bedroom so you can see exactly how wrecked you look under him.

“just focus on us, baby.” he husks in your ear, littering kisses along your neck and shoulder while he watches you fall apart. “see how pretty you look right now? you’re doing so good f’me.” he chuckles when you gasp his name, choking out half coherent sentences in between the garbled moans he wrenches from deep in your throat. “shh, princess. don’t want you to worry about a thing, ‘kay? jay’s gonna take care of ya.”

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content - cussing , slightly dirty thoughts,

I had a thinky thought about my husband. Because I love my husband.

Single!Black!Mother!Reader x Neighbor!Jason Todd. Ugh.

Jason who lives across the hall, who you suspect is Red Hood. You never call him out on it, or even ask—you just know. And he knows that you know. Lots of people know. But the people of Crime Alley care too much 'bout him to acknowledge it. He did good by them, so they did good by him in return.

Because you know what he's capable of, and because you've seen him care about his community before, you trust him with your life.

And your kid's.

You don't explain to him that you need him to play babysitter, you just knock on the door across from yours with your kid at your side and your keys in your palm.

You're all dolled up 'cause you'd gotten this interview for this job that was perfect for you. That would pay better, and you need to make the best possible impression—kinks perfectly gelled, cheeks blushed, lashes curled, lips all glossy.

You don't notice how his eyes take in the way the grey slacks you wore hug your hips a bit too tight. Or how his eyes get caught on the soft swell of your tits straining against what's meant to be (but failing to be) a loose fitting Red blouse.

You look phenomenal in his color. He thinks, for the briefest of moments, that you did it on purpose.

You look good enough to eat. And when you part those beautifully full, glossy lips—he feels set up. Like you knew he couldn't possibly dream of ever denying you.

"Please."

Fuckin' hell, you say that word so god damn pretty. You're so god damn mother fuckin' pretty. He always thought you had the biggest, prettiest eyes. Wide and dark, like a doe. He wonders, crudely, what they'd look like rolled into the back of your head.

So Jason huffs, and opens the door wider—unlike you, he doesn't miss cues. He sees how you relax, how you smile slightly, how your eyes catch on his face. If he didn't know better he'd think you liked him as much as he liked you.

He watches as you kiss your kid's cheek (envy burns in his stomach that he has to douse) and say he'll take care of them while momma goes to her interview. He loathes when you leave. Wants to tell you to come back, that he'll take care of you. That you didn't have to worry 'cause he was makin' money and he'd happily pay your rent, baby, all you had to do was say the fuckin' word.

He doesn't close the door until he's finished watchin' you walk down the hall. God, those fuckin' slacks, he loves watchin' you walk away.

Your child pouts as he situates them on his couch. He has to flip a little to find qubo, where Jacob Two-Two is in the middle of repeating a sentence.

"I want my momma.."

The kid whines.

He sighs.

"She 'bouta come back. Momma's just gotta go out for a minute, kid."

He swallows down what he really wanted to say. Swallows down a groan, because he's in the presence of a child and he wouldn't dream of exposing a kid to his inner thoughts.

'Christ, kid, I want your fuckin' momma too.'

Kids show on blast

Have you guys seen the new backyardigans!?? I’ve been wheezing ever since I saw the reboot. Inspired by an interaction u had with my sister’s husband and child. Also a friend of mine in class.

You and Jason just came back from visiting a family member's house. They had a young child who was practically glued to their tv.

Jason couldn’t understand how a show with little animals going on crazy adventures… in their backyard, could teach a kid anything. He never had something like this growing up, with bright colours and catchy tunes. Not that he remembered.

“What was the one with the pink body? Looked like a bug almost.” Jason voiced from behind. You didn’t even realize he got that close.

“Uh- oh! You mean Uniqua?” Her name clicked into your head while you were stirring the pot on the stove. He made a sound of agreement before making his way towards the couch and turning on the tv.

“What channel is that show on?” Jason muttered out. He was just pressing buttons at this point and hoping he found what he wanted to watch.

“It’s station 1560, it’s probably on around now- you know, since kids are back home from school.” You mentioned more like a joke, moving towards the cupboards and pulling two bowls out for dinner. You wanted to get that out of your way because Jason was taking you out for a late night ride.

You could hear the faint voice of Austin and Tasha talking. You turned to face Jason's direction, just for a few seconds but you were mesmerized by how focused he was. Both elbows were on his knees, mouth tightly closed and humming along to the song.

You figured that Jason never got the chance to watch anything aimed for kids given his rough childhood, but what confused you was how entertained he was with the program right after bashing it earlier that day.

You tore your eyes away from the scene and grabbed the two bowls and brought them over to Jason. He straightened his position and held his hand out for the stew.

“Sorry, I didn't think a pirate treasure hunt would be so entertaining.” He chuckled but he wasn’t facing you.

“The songs are catchy and help kids grow their imagination.” You hummed and grabbed a spoonful to eat. You enjoyed seeing Jason finding a gem you had in your childhood.

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Jason looks out of place

That’s something Jason thinks to himself all the time when he stays at your place.

Jason looks like an action figure stuck in a teenage girl's bedroom. He’s about 182 centimeters, big and bulky. His clothes make him even bigger than he really is.

Your queen size bed is covered in a black fitted sheet, a dark red comforter and a leopard throw blanket. He looks like a shy pimp laying in your bed napping. Your dresser has lotions, perfumes, body sprays and photos all across the top. Your walls are painted a dark colour, with art to match the vibe.

You have shelves of comics and trinkets all over the place. Somehow, your jelly cat (which he got for you) and crocheted stuffies are pushed onto the ground on the other half of your room. Your bedroom is somewhat small too so he looks even funnier in your head.

You make your way into your bathroom where you see some of his stuff in there. Toothbrush, cologne, towels, and other little things. You can't help but smile because even though he claims he doesn’t want to move in with you, you can tell he at least finds comfort in you, a home. When you walk into your closet, you see your things in there and Jason’s. He has his own row in there filled with button up shirts, hoodies, pants and boots. You can’t bring this up because he’ll start deflecting and apologizing for taking up space.

In your kitchen, he has his own mug that he drinks out of. Slightly cracked and chipped in a few places but he doesn’t have the heart to throw it away. He has spices that he uses the most compared to you. A frying pan he makes breakfast for the two of you. He made your kitchen his own in different ways, from utensils to aprons.

Your living room has books thrown around on the coffee table and end table. All the books have been thoroughly loved and used, not by you, but Jason. A throw blanket he uses when he comes home late but for some reason won't wake you. You can beg a plea but he won’t disturb your sleep, even if his late night naps do bother you.

A secret he keeps from you, not because it's necessarily bad but, a gun strapped underneath your coffee table, somewhere in the kitchen, and your bedroom closet are there for “just in case.” You know about them, but you don’t have the heart to tell him. If it keeps his mind at ease, you’re happy they are there. If he does decide to officially move in with you, locks, and windows would need to be updated, right after he’d put in cameras.

Jason thinks he looks out of place in your world, but he couldn’t be more wrong. He’s right where he’s supposed to be. Loved, accepted, and at peace.

He probably overthinks often, let’s be honest here. He’d be surprised by how much you care for him, even though you tell him all the time. I find that people love the dynamic of Jason just being loved so I might write more of that.

Jason’s different hair length

First time I’m writing so any input would be helpful!

When Jason buzz cuts his hair, you can't help but giggle. He’s more sensitive when it comes to you touching his head. He loves the way your nails scratch at his head, especially the nape of his neck. He finds it easier to take care of his hair like this because it isn't in his way. You can see the white streak of hair easier because it's so low. It looks like a small bald spot depending on the angle. Something he doesn’t like about this look is how you can see the scars on his head more.

Jason’s hair is typically longer in the front than it is in the back, but that's something you love too. This is where twirling his hair and randomly braiding it is his favourite way to end the day. He purrs into your touch and you always end up using your hair creams in his head. He finds the task of combing it to be a bit tedious but it somehow works well with his charm when it's all neat. The white streak is more present, and at times gets lost in the sea of black. Jason likes knowing that his scars aren't that visible.

Overall, he doesn’t mind what his hair looks like because he knows you’ll love it either way. Sometimes it’s cut for a mission, and other times it’s just because he saw the shears and went at it.