Meowyn Davis Reblog If You Agree

meowyn davis reblog if you agree

jaybird

there's genuinely so much love in sharing food, like i'm so serious. imagine the foods you share with jason throughout your relationship. a bag of pretzels when stuck in standstill traffic, a milkshake in the booth of a diner followed by the sweetest whipped cream frosted kiss, a bag of fries in the middle of the night when nothings open but fast food places and you've both got the munchies. when you go out to restaurants you always share appetizers and taste eachothers entrées. (he'll go 50/50 on it if you ask, honestly he'd give you the whole plate if you really wanted it.) sharing a bucket of popcorn at the movies, and a stick of cotton candy at a carnival. it seems a little trivial right? sharing food. it does, but it's really not if you think about it. sacrificing some of your sustenance so the other can get a little taste, maybe even more than that and regardless of whether or not you know they like it? there's a potential risk factor, waste. a faste of food, time, money, etc. no one wants to risk wasting any of those things, that's why people say 'sharing is caring' because it doesn't really come natural to humans right? it goes against the grain of self preservation in a way. but sharing with you is more natural than anything jasons done in his entire life, he thinks. he'll share food with you, a bed with you, a home with you, and if you'd let him...even a life.

ro my dear i am cradling you in my arms while we share a plate of strawberries. i am cutting the little leaves off with a knife and pressing the berries into your waiting fingers. this is so good!!!!

just, thinking about jason coming from a background where getting his next meal was a concern. where food was precious and scarce and didn’t always taste good but he ate it anyway. now he’s older and he chooses to share his food with you, a precious resource that he sometimes still has trouble believing isn’t scarce anymore. he never wants you to know hunger the way he’s known it. so a handful of candy here, half a bowl of pasta there, it all adds up. makes him feel good to know that you’re eating well, that he’s helping you eat well. he likes knowing what you like because it’s more information to hoard away about you.

jason cooking for you. sharing the recipes he got from alfred or picked up on his travels. sharing pieces of his past with you in each bite. love and effort and time gone into everything he makes. getting you to teach him new recipes for foods you like, adding bits of you to the story of his life as told by his hands and the ingredients around him. jason sharing and making the most basic elements of life with you because he wants to build a life with you.

ro you’ve got me swooning over here.

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.”

soft sex love making jason todd til the day I die but also like. imagine going on a library date with him (bookworm jason shehshshs so cute) or just chilling with him in bed reading. you’re reading KING OF WRATH shakajsjsj and you get to one of the sex scenes (my fave is the scene in the limo). your eyes are hanging low, lost in thought and you’re pressing your thighs together before you even notice you’re giving yourself away and of course he knows. oh he definitely noticed.

but he’s still a gentleman. he waits for an opening, either in a conversation or during sex and he’s asking “you want me to be rougher, baby?” bc verbal consent from him is sooo sexy. his hand finds its way around your neck in the most gentle way ever while a thrusts deeper inside you and the fucked out look on your face??? he goes fucking feral.

"this really what you wanted?" he grunts, tugging harshly on your hair to make your back arch further. "just wanted a good fuck? wanted me to pound this pussy like you're some kinda slut?" his grip on your ass leaves bruises, pistoning into you without abandon.

"fuck jay, yes-" you all but babble and moan, nails digging into the sheets and you swear you catch a glimpse of your skull with how far your eyes roll back. "oh my fuck, I can't-"

"can't take it?" he finishes your sentence with a groan, releasing your hair to wrap his hand directly around your throat to pull you up and flush against his broad chest. "like I give a damn." he's mean, disregarding every plea and considering them instead as incentive to go harder. "pretty girl like you had me thinkin' you wanted something gentle, but this pussy's fuckin' drenching my cock. I know you can take it.”

he fucks you til you’re absolutely spent before shushing your incoherent whines. telling you how good you were for him and kissing every bruise he’s left on your beautiful skin before running you a bath. and of course like the gentleman he is, he’s apologizing for them and promising to make it up to you.

ahhh this one makes him sound kinda mean. got carried away :p

i've got nothing to add to this nonnie, like you've done it. this right here is a whole fic ?? like, make a blog so i can turn post notifs on ummm i'm tapping my foot and waiting like ??

i’m just a girl who loves a guy with a big red helmet and who died from a clown 🎀🎀🎀

i thought this would take me five minutes to make it took 20 minutes 😭