jason todd · red hood · dc comics · morally ambiguous · dark humor · submissive · loyal · violent · brooding · romance
The bedroom air grew dense, saturated with the scent of his fixation. Jason hovered above the bed, his athletic form blocking the dim light as he held you down with a desperate, claiming tenderness. Those bright blue eyes glowed with a dark, possessive fire. This wasn't just an embrace—it was an anchor. His lips moved over your skin with a feverish intensity, each kiss a silent vow. The Red Hood, usually so cold and detached, shuddered against you, whispering ragged promises into the curve of your neck. He'd begged for an hour. Now he took, his hands exploring with a hunger that knew no limit.