KAWAII
I like Tim with stalker tendencies. Not extreme, but he is bit of a freak. He just secretly photographs people he likes, revealing their secret identities…nothing too extreme yeah ahem. I drew this mini-comic after reading fanfic (I loveee it!!!! In one chapter, Tim secretly sniffs Conner's things, trying to figure out what makes he smell so good…😭)
These two guys are outcasts, I didn't draw comic for them (sorry these two guys...)
Good night
“You’re perverted.”
Roommate Jason x GN reader who makes weird noises when they stretch.
SMUT FIC!! Gender Neutral Reader (Only referred to as you, pup, dog etc.) and has no specified genitalia, Not beta/proof read, couch sex, rough sex, biting, degradation, brief nipple play, scent/musk kink, gentle spanking, kink discussion briefly, unsafe sex but Jason pulls out in time.
He really thought it was a good idea to get a roommate and hey, you seemed normal enough when he met you through mutual friends before you became roommates. Even now as he’s living with you, you’re a perfect roommate and someone he considers one of his best friends. He’s truly glad he met you. You don’t overstep your boundaries, you take care of your half of the chores, always flush after using the bathroom, make food when he’s too tired to for him and you sometimes patch him up when he’s injured without questions though he only assumes you have many on why he occasionally comes home bloody and beaten.
The only problem started on the second night of living with you.
You were both relaxing on the L shaped couch, He was spread out on the one side with his feet up while you were on the other gently leaning on the sofa’s armrest when all of a sudden you began to stretch.
“Fuckkkk….” You moaned out so erotically that it would put the porn he watched to shame, your body shaking as you stretched before you relaxed going back to normal like you didn’t just ear fuck him with your moan.
But it was too late, Jason was looking at you horrified.
“What the fuck was that?!” He asked horrified and slightly turned on. You only gave him a confused look.
“What are you talking about?” You reply, pausing the TV to look at him.
“That— the-” he stammers, a rush of doubt at what he heard comes into his mind. Did he really hear that? Maybe he’s being dramatic. There’s no way you sounded like that, not his friend. Although the slight blood that rushed to his cock begs him to not give into doubt he give in away. “Never mind sorry I think I heard wrong.” It’s lucky he’s wearing a big hoodie that covers it.
“Okay?” You say confused and a bit disgruntled he’d interrupt your show but you unpause it and continue anyways.
The next time you did that was in the morning on the eighth day.
He was eating his breakfast of some coffee and an everything bagel with cream cheese at the table, as he scrolled through social media when he heard the soft slapping of your feet on the floor. He looked up to see you in your PJs coming into the kitchen no doubt to get your own breakfast. It felt weirdly nice to him to see someone else so early in the morning when he was so used to spending his mornings alone.
You stopped suddenly interlinking your fingers before throwing them over your head and stretching. What followed next was a long moan followed by a small; “Pleaseeee…” that immediately sent his cock into a standing ovation. He felt himself choke on the piece of bagel in his mouth, coughing slightly before swallowing it.
“Whoa, you good?” You ask, your voice no longer sexual like before as you stared at him in worry.
“Yeah I’m fine.” His voice comes out small and high pitched before he takes a swig of his coffee. He becomes increasingly aware of his major boner as you stare at him in concern. “I just need a shower, you can have the rest of my bagel and coffee.” He said as calm as he could as he pushed his unfinished food towards you, making a somewhat quick break to the bathroom to get that very much needed cold shower.
You watch him skedaddle away slamming the bathroom door shut, before you shrug and begin to eat what he left.
Then was the fourteenth day of living with you, when he decided he might just be in his personal hell.
You were following along a YouTube video on how to stretch properly when he got home his job. He threw his work bag on the floor before diving for the couch face down to relax. He didn’t really need the job but he figured it would probably be a decent cover.
He flipped his head to the side to watch you as you followed along a stupid stretch that just involved you touching your toes from side to side.
“You look stupid.” He grins.
“Oh shut up, my back has been sore lately and this is supposed to help when I looked it up.” You huff looking over your shoulder briefly to roll your eyes at him.
“That’s not going to help.” He states looking past you at the blonde overly cheerful woman on tv explaining the next move to do.
“Okay, well this is my best bet ‘cause no way in hell am I trusting a chiropractor.” You scowl following the next pose obediently.
“You don’t trust chiropractors but you trust pretty women on YouTube?” He laughs readjusting his position to be able to watch you better.
“Yeah, Pretty much?” You jokingly reply as you switch to the next pose after that, when all of sudden you let out the nastiest moan yet. “Wait- wait- shittt, there, yes!” You moan before you sound triumphantly clearly finally hitting the stretch that relieving you of the pain you were experiencing.
It was too late for Jason though. That was the sounding bell of his sanity dropping as he got up slowly to take a cold shower. He swore the next time he heard that sound he was bending you over and making sure he’d have those pretty sounds on loop.
Little did Jason know then, it would be months before he heard you like that again.
After stretching your back like that you seemed to be relieved of pain, and he was glad but damn it wasn’t helping him. Every night since that day he had your moans on repeat every time he tried to sleep, causing him to get hard and jump his hand pathetically and muffle his moans when it should be your moans he’s muffling.
It was hell.
A hell he couldn’t break from, unless he of course seduced you.
He copied every article on how to seduce your roommate. He constantly wore grey sweatpants and wore tight black t-shirts that showed off his pecs a bit too well, but that was as far as he could go because the rest of the suggestions were borderline criminal and he wants you, not wants to be a criminal.
Unfortunately you were either somewhat dense or he wasn’t flirting hard enough, because you didn’t have much of a reaction.
Luckily his pain ended quickly, it was a Friday night and you were in the lounge watching a show as he sauntered in before laying down on the couch.
Finally he heard the sound he’d been missing. You stretched once again, moaning deliciously that made electricity fly over his skin.
“Nyaghhh shit…” It sounded like the sound ‘Nyah’ that those anime cat people made in those hentais before they got their backs blown out by the protagonist one of his friends showed him once. Jason remembered his friend saying it was ‘peak literature’ and at the time he laughed him off but now he was seeing the picture. The picture was you with pretty cat ears on and maybe a tail plug in before you sucked his dick dry.
Damn it he was so insanely hard he might burst if you just touched him slightly.
“Shoot my back is sore again I’ll have to pull up that video hahaha—“ you start still moaning slightly as you arch your back inwards but Jason quickly interrupts you suddenly.
“I want you so fucking bad.” He blurts, he didn’t even mean to say that out loud.
You quickly turn your head to him, face displaying shocked clearly as you stare at him frozen.
“Shit- Sorry that was an accident didn’t mean to say that allowed.” He shifts uncomfortably so he’s sitting up more instead of lying relaxed like before.
“You… want me?” You repeat slowly, blinking repeatedly fast before glancing down briefly down to his crotch on instinct, seeing his bulge clear as day through his grey sweatpants. You could feel your own arousal building suddenly.
You occasionally heard his moans through the thin walls and the tight shirt wasn’t helping the feelings the slowly built for him over the course of meeting him.
“Yes, I’m sorry I know it’s inappropriate, I— it’s just every time you stretch you… just sound so erotic it’s been hard for me.” He whispers feeling heat rushing to his face. Who knew feeling so aroused could make him feel so embarrassed.
“I do? I mean I never- I mean I do know I have a tendency to when I stretch sound weird but I didn’t know it would…” You whisper before gulping the saliva building in your mouth, “turn you on like this.”
“It does. It does so bad it’s hard for me to hold back.” He mumbles barely audible to you. You shift over to face him, your face burning at his words. You can feel your own underwear get a bit sticky.
“… You don’t have to hold back.” You say making eye contact with him. The air turning electric and on fire with tension before he grabs your ankle pulling you closer to him with a small yelp.
“Do you mean that? Because if you do I’m fucking you in this couch right here right now.” His eye contact and words send shivers down your body.
“Yes.” You reply and the next thing you know your folded over as he yanks both your pants and underwear off.
“Shit. Baby.” He can see a small sticky spot in your underwear before he throws them, making more arousal build up again. His hands find your body quickly, his left hand’s fingers pops into his mouth coating them in saliva before finding and fingering your hole slowly. You thanked your lucky starts you showered earlier. His right hand starts stroking you outside slowly before speeding up causing you to clench around the fingers inside of you.
“Jay- ugh!” You beg your breathing becoming heavy as he works you open and brings you close, your body shaking as he touches you in the way you love and touched yourself at night to him.
You buck into the air already cumming from the stimulation. “Jason!” You cry out pathetically, grabbing onto a cushion to keep your sanity.
He pulls back as soon as you cum, smiling triumphantly like he won against you. His fingers leave your insides just as fast before you can feel something stretching you in replacement. You tense up accidentally which earns you a gentle smack on the side of your ass.
“Easyyy pup, you need to stay loose for me.” He purrs inching inside of you more as you do your best to relax. “That’s it…” He says stroking your thigh soothingly before quickly shoving it all in, it’s a tough adjustment, his cock is long and thick especially the veins that are all over it.
“Do your best to remain quiet, yeah? Don’t want a noise complaint from the neighbours.” He teases before pulling himself out only leaving just the tip before he’s slamming in.
You throw your head back in a moan, only lamely attempting to cover your mouth as he fucks in and out of you in a desperate pace. He’s been waiting so long to get you under him and even though Jason is no virgin he feels like one again the way he’s recklessly drilling into you still using a free hand to stimulate you to the point you feel like you’re on the brink again in just minutes.
“Shit should’ve put on a condom the way you’re milking me for all my worth.” He moans himself before pulling your leg towards him and biting on your calf leaving a mark making you yelp a bit in surprise between your moans.
Surprisingly the bite only pushes you over the edge as you clench on his cock and cry out loud enough you wonder if the neighbours heard.
At your cries Jason rips off his shirt still bucking into you as he shoves the shirt he was wearing into a tight ball over your mouth. “Here bite on it so you can be more muffled.” He groans, your warmth inside is addicting like no others, he wants to stay inside forever.
You grab onto his shirt and breathe in his scent, it smells just like him slightly musky from him wearing it so often recently to sleep in. You often rubbed yourself at night to his smell that you remembered after you hugged. It was heaven breathing him in so close while he used you almost like a toy, biting your thigh and calf. It was every wet dream you’ve ever had.
“Shit, can you be any tighter? If you’re planning to snap me in half you’re pretty close. Does my smell turn you on that much? How much more perverted could you be.” He mocks touching all the spots you like making your legs shake, Both of you weren’t virgins but you swore it might be your first time again. His somewhat degrading words only rock you more. You could feel your walls bend to his cock, it might be the best cock you’ve ever taken. The right size and shape and thick veins that just made you want to cum from them alone.
“Touched myself to what I’d imagine you’d be like but nothing compares to the real f-fucking thing.” He grins, “Pervy dog, making such lewd sounds on my cock- shit, you’d think you were born for this.”
“I am!” You cry out before he reaches up to rub and pull on your nipples slightly making you moan.
“Really?” He taunts, “What else do you like? Collaring? Nipple clamps? Ball gags?” You only moan at his words breathing in more of his scent, but he yanks it away and replaces the shirt with his mouth leaving slobbery messy kisses on your mouth before you open letting him tongue fuck you and gasp for air.
Bucking his hips into you he reaches his hands down from your nipples to gently slap and then roughly need your ass like it’s putty to play with. You’re going to cum you swear it, but it’s difficult to tell him between kisses.
“Gonna—“ you try before you’re cut off, you do your best not to cum until you can tell him, “Cum! Jay!” You sob out desperately when he gives you air.
“Good dog, cum hard yeah? Show me how fucking good I make you feel!” He smirks going back to stroking you making your orgasm build up fast before it completely crashes and you cum hard shaking and spasming around his dick before you finally go limp as he works you through it.
“Shit!” Jason cries out yanking his own cock after a phew more thrusts, cumming over your body, some hitting your cheek.
He brushes his hair back as he rests himself against the couch cushions steadying himself from his own orgasm.
“You should see how you look, absolutely blissed out.” He murmurs smiling and you give a goofy relaxed grin back.
There’s a beat of silence before you speak yourself, “I wouldn’t mind collaring, ball gags or nipple clamps.”
Shit he’s hard again, you just couldn’t help yourself could you?
love you anyway
angst | smut | established relationship | happy ending
synopsis: heartbroken as Jason didn’t do anything for your anniversary, you try your best to seem unfazed. But you’re terrible at it and Jason, he can’t take it when you’re upset and he apologizes—even if it means being emotionally vulnerable.
a/n: not proof read. this one was kinda heartbreaking but it gets resolved dw. Jason has such a complicated relationship with so many things ahh I love him.
bulking season w/ Jason Todd !!
it's like when he's bulking his dick bulks with him. he gets so hot tho, big shoulders, big back, bigger hands and muscles, everything about bulking season is perfect. his hand can almost cup one of your ass cheeks completely.
it could be because he got bigger, or you got tighter since you haven't fucked in a while but it stretches you out so hard you feel like you're going to split in half.
"J-jay I can't take it" you whine, looking down seeing where your bodies connect, he only had his tip inside of you and it fucking burned.
"c'me on baby, it always fits, just relax"
"yeah it always fits but now you're bulking" he laughed without realizing that you might be right
"it's like your dick is bulking with you" "it's too big Jay" "you're going to break me" he doesn't give a fuck, everytime you say something like that you end up begging him for more, faster, deeper.
honestly it turns you on, seeing him get so big, so strong, the only bad thing is that you've got to make him food a lot of times a day, a lot of eggs, and chicken, sometimes he needs something sweet (like your pussy for example) !!
NGL i saw somewhere that someone headcanoned Fatson Todd as Jason's own 5th dimensional fanboy imp that likes to hang around him and eat good food. I find that really charming and cute actually. Imagine knowing about the imps that make you adoptive father and older brother go crazy and getting your own chaotic imp but hes chill and just wants hugs and good food. What a steal.
christmas movie where a city girl falls for a cowboy but they're both horny lesbians
more of the bulking season with jason please i'm begging 🙏🏼
i gotchu
jason’s always a big guy. It’s just a natural part him. his height, broad shoulders and the thick curves of muscle just accentuate that.
he was big when you met him. draped over your couch, a bleeding stab wound in staining the tan flesh of his abs. big and stubborn, lips curling to bite back groans as you carefully stitched his skin and muscle back together.
when you two finally started dating, that’s when he somehow got bigger. the sharp muscles thicken thanks to him eating more. actual meals like chicken and rice, pasta, salmon. “fancy shit”, according to him.
jason works out more, spare time after vigilante night shifts sees him working out. he installed a pull up bar in one of the doorways. and somehow he “accidentally” does his pull ups when you’re working. it’s deeply frustrating. jason’s there, skin glistening with sweat from his reps. his abdomen’s twitches and flexes as he moves.
he catches your eye when you glance up from your laptop and he gives you a smirk. a proud one like he knows what he does to you. and he definitely knows.
when his clothes get too tight, he gives his old shirts to you. thick, veined hands bunching up the fabric at your hips as he cooks dinner with you. (he’s not actually cooking, he’s distracting you). some shirts he keeps, cutting the sleeves off and just revealing more of his muscled arms.
it feels borderline pornographic. like somehow him flexing his muscles with a shirt on is more erotic than him fully nude. his hair thickens, happy trail dripping down from his belly button and below the waistband of his boxers. stubble grows faster, he shaves when he remembers. when he doesn’t, he nuzzles against you, scratching at your skin as you squirm in his warm grip.
but he’s more than willing to let you touch him. jason’s lost track of how often he’s woken up by your hands trailing over his skin, the stretched autopsy scars on his chest. your lips kiss his skin gently until you reach his biceps. he doesn’t know what it is about his biceps that has you so entranced but he doesn’t complain.
you lift his hand, kissing his knuckles until your lips trail down to his bicep. lips trailing along the curve of his bicep, the veins that tremble under his skin. your teeth nibble at his arm, giggling when he feigns a wounded sound.
hurghhh i love biceps
woke up this morning, rolled over, and very confidently tried to blow out my alarm clock like a candle. absolutely no precedent for that.
Ebeneezer in 1742 wakes with a start as for some reason he has put out his guttering candle by slapping atop it ith the palm of his hand. His hand is burned and his nightgown and cap are spattered with hot wax.
Fascinated by the perceived necessity of an Equivalent Exchange
who ordered the yuri
jason todd, who moans like a pornstar. first they're raspy and deep, the kind you'd expect from a burly man who drives a motorcycle. but as he gets closer to the sweet taste of release, the noises become pitchy, almost whining. he's embarrassed by how easy he sounds; the way a well placed nip of your teeth can pull a broken, whiny noise from the man's throat, no matter the length he goes to hide it.
jason todd, who can't shut the fuck up when he's inside you. it's like his brain shuts down; he's unable to stop himself from saying "you look so pretty like this, ma," when he's folding you in half, his lips between his teeth like it'll keep the sound of low, broken whimpers from leaving his throat. it never does.
jason todd, who underestimated how much he'd end up liking the feeling of your hands wrapped around his neck, just barely providing a hint of pressure. something about it just makes his mind feel fuzzy with pleasure, like nothing matters but the feeling of your fingers on his skin and the feeling of being inside you.
jason todd, who wants you to smack him around a little during sex. you're riding him, hips slamming down over his in a sweet rhythm. yet it's not enough; he's perilously close to the edge, but jason just needs... needs... "hit me," he babbles from beneath you, his brows furrowed in flustered frustration, "hit me, ma."
your hips stutter as you cock your head, murmuring a low, "what?"
"hit me, i... i need--" he groans in quiet frustration, "smack me, baby, please."
and ever one to please, you do.
the moan jason lets out is sinful. its a broken, needy thing; the kind of sound you want to keep for yourself alone, like a treasured secret.
jason todd, who is a secret mashochist.