This Is So Boyfriend Jason Todd Coded

OMG??? I WOULD LOVE TO!!!!! 💞💞

@jtoddsangel will you be my lawfully wedded wife

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ she’s a jason todd girlie .ᐟ

one of my favorite things ever is to write jason in a relationship where he gets all the love he deserves, where it's all very domestic, cute, lovely, because after everything he's been through, he deserves all the love in the world, and as much domesticity as he wants

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝓓𝗈 ㅤ𝗒𝗈𝗎ㅤ 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 ㅤ𝗁𝗈𝗐 ㅤ𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 ㅤ𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 ㅤ𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 ㅤ.ᐣ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ℛ𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 ㅤ𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁ㅤ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ㅤ𝖻𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 ㅤㅤㅤ𝗈𝖿ㅤ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ㅤ𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 ㅤ𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 ㅤ𝗒𝗈𝗎 ㅤ𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅ㅤ 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ for my mal 𖹭 @softspokenpoetry

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎baby, i’m preying on you tonight!

JASON TODD held a presence as strong as liquor. every second with him was intoxicating. he left you trashed, wrecked, hammered, smashed, and every other word there possibly was for drunk. from the moment you saw him, you wondered how’d he taste in the rain, and just like that, you became an alcoholic.

your traitorous heart battered against your chest, and his lips found the pulse in your throat like it was pure instinct. his bothersome shirt was long gone now, and your hands were wandering along his skin, tracing his scars like they were beautiful cracks in the concrete, split like a meandering river. you were tempted to plant kisses in between them like flowers.

“hands are cold.” he mumbled against your neck.

“sorry..” you whispered back, your hands finding retreat over in his hair. he shook his head lightly, silently telling you your apology wasn’t necessary.

ugh, he was a terrible addiction. and like every addict, you were attached to him. you couldn’t leave him, you couldn’t quit him whenever you wanted. you weren’t fooling anyone, all talk no bite, you gave in everytime. flames danced over everything he touched, and you were so, so cold anyway.

his mouth returned back to yours, his kisses full of tongue and hunger, like he was starving. he fit so perfectly against you though, like he belonged right there and nowhere else. it hurt whenever he pulled away, and ever so cruelly, he did.

“i want you.” he said it like it was a promise, and he wanted to keep it—keep you so badly.

“i’m yours.”

JASON TODD who is not very good at hiding what he wants. oh, he’ll try. he’ll cradle the side of your face, kiss you softly, slow, and treacherously tender—and he’ll try to play it off when you tease him. but that hunger is unmistakable, it’s deliciously obvious on his tongue, and it’s painfully irresistible. one look into those eyes, and you’re done. clothes adorned across the floor, plucked like flower petals all in a second. he’ll have you laid out beneath him on the bed, kissing every inch of you like a solemn prayer before dinner. tightly grasping onto your hips, pulling you closer, and closer, and closer—until he shudders, breath heavy and skin damp, pressing his forehead against your own, a pretty little curse escaping his mouth. “....fuck.”

JASON TODD who bears the weight of an entire universe inside his heart. you can hear it when he holds you—every pulse of blood a testament, every breath a nebula born. and his kisses are like stars, each burning with an unique intensity. some are passing, breif, and soft. those stars are born when he steals a kiss before patrol, or when he uses them as an apology for leaving bed so early. some are almost blinding, earth shattering and consuming. but your favorite star is the one right in between. soft-mouthed on your neck, hands on your waist, tracing your own universe.

kissing for the sake of science <3

𓄴， ﹙ ♡ ﹚ 𝓢HORT N' SWEET ! ◌ 𓈒 ׄʬ

💌 — JASON TODD ᶻ𝘇𐰁

𖥻 . sabrina carpenter!reader( minus the singer part ). reader curls her hair. fem!reader. random names,, cherries !!( not really. ) grammatical errors. reader curls her hair. fluff.

REQUESTED ; SUGGESTED : : @jtoddsangel : : hiii i've never actually requested anything before (so i'm kinda nervous idk lol) but i just love love love your writing soo .. can i request jason with a reader who is basically just like sabrina carpenter. the humor, the curls, the everything you know and tysm sweet angel <3 xoxo

BOOKS ; DC BOOK ; RULES

ᨦ𓏲 ، ݃♟❜ : : AAAA, TANIA !! vv happy i was the first ever 😋. hi , hi . by s. carpenter i had NO idea if that includes her being a singer :/// so, so, so, so, sorry if i got your req wrong 💔. i also tried to make it seem s. carpenter 😭 ( the writing, since the pov is leaning more on reader's side. ). i feel like i made it seem dirty ,, like. oh. alwd. pretend it's not idk,, i tried using big words, but i was like. "ion think it matches the vibe" so no no. short n sweet bc it's short af & lip gloss r sweet( at least mine is)

"jay. jay. jay. pick up. pick up. pick up."

you're lying on your stomach, legs kicked up, voice half-way between dramatic urgency & well, shenanigans as you chant into your phone. your bedroom is filled with the scent of strawberries, vanilla, & you. & “you” means chaos. you just curled your hair ( again ), & you're wearing an over-sized baby tee that reads "sassy since birth" because, are you not?

"hello?"

oh, his voice. scratchy. tired. confused. jason todd.

"hey, do you believe in lip gloss soulmates?"

"..what?"

"i'm testing a hypothesis. research. come over. like now. code red. emergency."

"are you bleeding?"

"only from the heart. hurry, jay."

click.

& that left a very confused jason todd who arrives 11 minutes later. sometimes you wonder if he's flash's secret love child.

he's in his leather jacket ( duh ) & in a scowl that you know is very fake. you can tell by the way his eyes slightly soften when he sees you sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by…,

"are those all lip glosses?"

"you're so observant. meet my beloved children, jason."

"there's like fourteen."

"eighteen," you correct him, holding up two tubes like they're precious jewels. "but today, we're reducing it to the crème de la crème. the tastiest. the plushest. the kissiest."

he blinks. hard.

"this had better not be some tiktok thing."

"it's a me thing." you pat the pink plush pillow beside you. "sit, red hood. it's science."

"i'm not wearing lip gloss."

"who told you you were wearing it?"

that catches his attention. his head tilted a little, that obvi-obvious interest in his eyes, the same one he uses when somebody's being too polite in the narrows. suspicious. wary. 100% jason.

"explain."

"easy," you chirp. you twist a tube named peach please & apply it with without any small mistakes. jason observes the shape your mouth takes, & you could swear his eye winks. at least, you think he should wink.

"you tell me which one tastes the best."

"tastes?"

"mhm." you edge closer. the tiny scent of peaches blows between you. "how else are we supposed to know which one's the winner?"

he looks at you. the you're-pulling-me-into-your-shenanigans-again look. "you're ridiculous."

"you love it."

he does. jason todd loves you in all your mess, your arrogance, your jokes & sugar & sass & mess. did i say mess? he loves how you flirt like it's breathing & how your laugh makes the air feel fizzy.

"you want me to kiss you."

"so bad," you sigh dramatically. "for the sake of science."

his jaw clenches, & you knos he's struggling not to smirk. he whines like you asked him to sweep up evidence, but he leans in anyway.

peach.

sweet. soft. you're hardly touching him, just a little kiss, a peck. a test. his hand trembles like he wants to wrap it around your waist but doesn't.

"thoughts?" you ask, pursed lips.

"i didn't know they had flavors."

"he didn't know they had flavors," you tease in a gasp. "you think this gloss is just for shine?" like what's the point of the cute fruit shapes if it doesn't have flavors?

"i thought it was for aesthetics."

"aesthetics," you quote back, scandalized. like he just insulted every woman on earth. "baby, it's for taste. atmosphere. experience. okay next."

he blinks once more. you apply berry me alive.

he doesn't even hesitate this time. he leans in, his mouth grazing yours a bit longer. it leaves you a bit breathless. & perhaps a bit dizzy.

"better. tangier."

"mmh, tangy. we like that."

lip gloss #3 : : mint condition.

"whoa," he says, lips tingling. "this one tastes like i kissed a winter breeze."

"ooh, poetic."

"shut up."

lip gloss #4 : : coconut crush.

"tastes like vacation."

"i am a vacation."

"you're a full resort."

damn right, you are.

his voice is deeper now. warmer. fonder. like he could get used to this. you don't say anything, but your heart does a little spin. & your brain screaming “focus, bitch.”

lip gloss #5 : : bubble trouble.

"this is what pink tastes like," he grumbles, licking his lips afterwards. you laugh. he's so jason. very jason. super jason. literally jason.

lip gloss #6 : : vanilla vixen.

"classy. soft. like kissing a cupcake."

"awww."

he looks at you for a beat too long.

lip gloss #7 : : cherry bomb.

you don't say a word when you put it on. neither does he. the scent was strong. the air changes, this time, when he kisses you, it's not like before. it's definitely different.

longer. deeper. slower.

he kisses like he's starving.

like he's committing it to memory.

like this isn't a game anymore.

like he's done being patient.

when he draws back, you both look dazed.

"winner," he mutters.

you blink, lips kiss-swollen, hair curled & lovely & heart doing flips. your brain is probably malfunctioning. "duh. cherries always win."

"you set that up."

"me? with an agenda? never."

he squints his eyes, then does the unthinkable. he grabs the cherry gloss.

"...jay."

"what?"

"you're applying it to yourself?"

"yeah. for science."

he grins. & next thing you know, you're kissing him again.

& again.

& again.

cherry never seemed so sweet.

later, you both find yourselves on your bed, his jacket on the floor, your lip glosses messy like confetti.

"you gonna review it or what?" he whispers, thumb tracing the outline of your cheek.

"maybe. five stars. jason todd seal of approval."

he hums. "you're ridiculous."

"short n' sweet."

"hmm?"

"that's what this night is," you say drowsily. "short n' sweet."

he places a kiss on your forehead. "no. just sweet."

jason todd is so real. & he smells like leather, gunpowder, & now, he tastes cherry lip gloss. he's so, so real.

you win.

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‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤtoo busy bein’ yours to fall for somebody new!

— notes 𖹭 j. todd x wife!reader. agents of gotham au. married life shenanigans!!

JASON TODD was kneeled down before you, on his knee, working ever so gently to slip the black leather heel onto your foot, adjusting the ankle strap perfectly.

once he was done, he lifted your leg and pressed a kiss against your thigh, lingering for a quiet moment before standing up right, his hands immediately settling onto your waist.

in response, your own hands trailed over his chest before arranging his suit, fixing his tie just to tug it once more, pulling him close so you could kiss his cheek. lipstick remained where you did not, and you chuckled delicately, running your thumb over it.

“something funny to you, mrs. todd?”

“a little. you, actually.”

“oh, really now.” he whispered, his lips a mere inch away from yours.

“mhmm.”

he chuckled himself, the sound reverberating around your insides, shooting shockwaves up your spine, and sewing itself into the walls of your heart.

a million little words, so many promises, scattered across his eyes. how many could you count in a second? and how many could you translate before he blinked?

“you’re breathtaking.” he murmured, skillfully leaning down to steal a proper kiss, fulfilling every dream you possibly could have dreamed. he was a sanctuary, you could rest your entire soul in his arms.

“and you’re sweet.” you inched away, pressing a hand against his chest. “but we still have work to do.”

“you’re no fun.”

“i’m plenty fun, and you know that.” you tut, taking a handkerchief and wiping away the red mark on his cheek.

“my wife... married to the job before me.”

“oh, hush. ceo of the sassy man apocalypse.”