Jason would be the jealous type always quick to mark you up. Even in invisible ways. Like when he's eating you out. It would be his name he was tracing into your flesh. He'd take his time. Retracing the letter you liked best a couple times just to see you get all twitchy. It's like he's trying to brand you without the iron. Just another little way he claims you as his.

This man definitely has a marking kink. Any part of you he can reach during sex but especially your neck and thighs. He's got you covered in hickeys and little pink lines that take days to heal but never get the chance because he's always adding more. He wants anyone that looks at you to know immediately that you belong to him. You'll never be able to wear a swim suit in public with how marked up you are. Hickeys litter your neck, chest, thighs, hell even your back and arms aren't safe. He's addicted to marking you because it reminds him that you're his.

Just another dabble from my story. Minors fuck off please. Graphic content ahead!

The doors to the restaurant opened smoothly as they stepped in, Sarisa did a double take though, freezing in place as she tried to reconcile what she was seeing. That couldn't be right. Slowly she took a step closer, eyeing the pair. "Samantha...?" Her boss smiled. "Yes?" The other woman shook her head as though to clear it. "What the hell happened?! It's only been a month! And him!" A finger stabbed up at Jason as he watched down at her with his hands stuffed into his pockets. "Is that actually Jason?!" Sam tipped her head back to inspect him. "I sure hope so cause if not I let a complete stranger bang me out over the bathroom sink an hour ago." For a moment Sarisa could just blink at them. "What happened?!" Sam shrugged. "Ah. Growth spurt." Sarisa shook her head rapidly as Sam headed toward the kitchen where Pierre was busy flipping steaks. The much taller man glanced back for just a second before snapping his full attention to them. He was all but 7 foot tall and weighted almost 350 pounds. "What the fuck?! I know kids grow up fast but damn! What happened? It's only been a month!" She grinned way up at him. "We've decided to start using steroids." Her eyes drift toward Jason, up then down suggestively. "It's done wonders for the upstairs! The down not so much." A small disappointed frown crossed her lips making Jason's cheeks burn. He shoved her, a growl to his voice as he snapped. "I didn't hear your complaining about my down stairs over the sink this morning!" Samantha yelped as he picked her up over his head by the front of her shirt. "Put me down!" "No! You're in air jail until you apologize and tell him that isn't true!" Arms snapped over her chest. "Fine! It's not true! Now put me down!" Sea green eyes just watched up at her unimpressed, prompting. "And?" Red brows knitted. "And what?!" "And~" Jason drew. "Tell him you love my downstairs." A broad smirk turned up his lips as her face flushed such a pretty pink. Something else flicked though her gaze though, offsetting flustered indignation. He had just enough time to realize his mistake. "Shit." Pink toes freed themselves from inside her sandal. The glossy purple paint caught the lights from over head as her foot moved toward his stomach. The backs of her toes ran up his belly, lingering over abs. Jason couldn't suppress a groan as they moved up farther, circling his nipple until he hissed. "Please me out me down, daddy. I'll be a good girl now. I promise, daddy." Teal eyes widened, almost dropping her as her soft tongue came out to lick her lips. His hand did fall out from under her when she pinched his nipple with her toes. Samantha yelped as he caught her under her chest, glaring at the wall all red faced.

Samantha cackled manically at being able to gain such a reaction. "You are absolutely insufferable! I don't think you've ever been good a day in your life! You're the most vexing girl I've ever dated!" His frustration did nothing to calm Samantha's giggles. "I'm the only girl you've ever dated, Todd." "How would you know who I've dated? Maybe my phone is full of other woman and you're like 4th place." Samantha barked a laugh. "Inconceivable. No other women would have you, Todd." His brow twitched as she chewed on his last name like an insult. She had quickly learned that he hated when she used his last name. Mostly because she only called him that when she was irritated with him. "I keep telling you not to call me that. Do it again. See what happens." His warning rang as a challenge in her ears and she lifted her chin to look down her nose at him. The loop sided smirk that played up her lips alluded to her disregard of his threat even before she spoke. "Or what, Todd?~" The way his name dripped from her voice was sweet like honey yet biting like razor blades against his ears. "I don't know how you have the power to make me hate you so much while at the same time making me feel I'm in sky! You are the most mithering woman I've ever met!" Sam lifted her brows. "Do you fell asleep reading a dictionary?" Jason's eyes narrowed before Samantha found herself being dragged into the walk in cooler. The door slammed closed and she yelped as her back impacted the door. The cold bit at her skin making her arch away. In contrast ahead of her Jason was like the sun. All white hot heat. It radiated from his skin like a super nova as he grabbed both wrist in one hand. Pierre pounded on the door though. "You guys are violating health standards!!" "Don't worry! She'll pay for it!" Jason growled, white teeth flashing in the dim flicking light over head. The green of his eyes glowed in the minimal light as he leered down at her. "Sweet Christ..." Samantha breathed sharply. She wondered if this was how a rabbit felt when watching a wolf. When the hell did he stop being such a puppy? Being her puppy? It felt like just yesterday that this man was letting her run over him and get away with what ever she wanted. Clearly he'd had a change of heart since she'd been asleep. That wolf leaned forward, breath hot against her ear as he breathed out. "What's the matter, bunny? Your little wolf cub grow up and decide he wanted to be in control?" Her heart hammered in her chest, vibrating the space between them as Jason chuckled. "Silly girl. I told you not to push me." His nose brushed her cheek on the way to her other ear. "Now I'm going to show you what happens to bad girls..."

Pupils were blown to the size of olive pits as she watched his face appear when he pulled back. She barely heard him over the heavy whoosh of blood in her ears. Fingers slipped below the band of her pants, just 2 as he pulled the fabric lightly back away from her hip. Goosebumps prickled along her skin at the gentle lie. It was a lie because she knew no matter how tender his touch was right now it was only a second away from blowing up. She was proven right a half second later as he ripped the fabric harshly, jarring her hips until the material gave. Samantha yelped as her bare bottom met the freezing metal. He had ruined her panties earlier and she was too lazy to put more on. "Jason!!" Her scream lived at the junction of fury and mortification. Pierre beat on the door again. "Sam! Are you ok?!" Blood stained her cheeks a scathing red as Jason smirked down at her rumpled appearance. His eyes sharpened with mischief as fingers inched down her stomach to just above her hood. It flinched under the pads of his fingers. "Well Princess? Are you going to answer him?" "Sam!?" Mossy eyes to flicked to the side, lips parting to answer. Just as she did though Jason pinched her clit, successfully pulling a squeal from between those pretty lips. "Jason!!" Humiliation hung heavy around her like a shroud. "Samantha if you don't answer me right now I'm kicking this door down!!" A dark brow rose high on Jason's forehead. "I think he's serious, Kitten. You better tell him you're ok." The threat flashed in his eyes as she opened her mouth. Those fingers clamped down on her bud though making her stutter over the words. "I!- I'm f-ine!- Go back-Ah! Go back to work!" She finally managed, lips wobbling and tears leaking as he flicked her bean sharply with his index finger making it sting. "Good girl. See? Why's it so hard to do what I tell you?" His fingers lifted to his lips, licking them clean before descending once more. The hiss of his zipper cut through the quiet and the fat head of his cock was slapped against her dripping lips. His pre clung to her, thick and sticky as he glided forward without preparing her. Samantha flinched when it stung a bit and Jason tsk* in her ear. "What's the matter, princess? I thought you said I was small? So you should be able to take me no problem." Her legs flinched, toes curling against the discomfort. Jason chuckled as he slowly forced his way inside, slowing when the discomfort crossed into pain but never stoping until he bottomed out against her cervix.

Samantha was rendered, for the first time in her life, speechless. Her lips hung open and twitching but the words wouldn't come out. Drool rolled from the corners of her mouth down onto his clothed chest. Jason's eyes widened as he watched down at her. She was all pink trembling lips, flushed messy cheeks, and sloppy eyes. He swore he felt his heart skip several beats as she watched up at him. She looked like a shattered painted glass window. Such a thing of beauty laying in so many piece at his feet. It was almost enough to undo him right then and there. His hips snapped forward into her ripping a scream from her chest. Her ankles snapped around his hips, toes curling against his back as she bucked unsteadily against him. There was little too no rhyme or reason to their movements. Neither had the experience in matching paces as of yet leaving them both out of sync. Not that it mattered. They were so worked up humping air would have been sufficient. Jason lost himself first, hitting the back of her guts as he came hot and thick inside her. A undulating cry left her lungs empty and burning as she chased him down a half second later. Slick gushed over his cock, dripping down the front of his pants. Jason grunted loudly, breath harsh against her ear where he almost bit down. The fingers around her hip squeezed bruises into her skin but she barely noticed through the pleasure. Bodies tensed and strained against each other, sweat clinging to skin despite the frigid temperature. Samantha's chest inflated sharply with air, fingers still fisted so tightly in his hair it hurt. For a long moment they just stood there panting as they recovered. Lips fell down onto her neck, fingers turning gentle as he soothed the marks a different version of him had left. Samantha's mouth felt dry as he pecked a line of kisses up to the corner. Their eyes caught much too close to see clearly. They looked just a bit more green beside her's making her smile weakly. "There's my puppy..." A short laugh left Jason, forehead pressing to her's for a moment longer before letting her down off the wall.

Samantha pouted as she surveyed the ruined fabric that had been her pants. "You're so mean to me..." She bemoaned as she stepped out of them. They weren't doing her any good at this point anyhow. Jason pulled his shirt over his head revealing his sweat damp belly. She had just came but damn if he didn't turn her right back on. The thought was plucked from her head and he grinned like the joker making her glare at him. Self satisfaction nearly dripped from him as he tugged his shirt over her head. It fell around her much slimmer body, hanging near her knees. The collar dipped low to show off her cleavage. It left a fresh flame in Jason's stomach but he yanked the door open before he could get himself too worked up. If he stayed in here she was definitely not going to be walking out on her own. A half crooked simper twitched up her lips. "What gave you the idea I wanted to walk out?" His face flushed as she put her arms up. "Uppies, Jay." He swooped down without a second of hesitation, bringing her back up into his arms. Finally they stepped back out into the warmth of the kitchen. Thigh after their work out it almost felt too hot. Pierre abandoned the grill when he saw Samantha, quickly coming over to take her with a warning look. A half laugh left her lips, fighting the remark on the tip of her tongue. If it were Bruce she would have tucked her face and cried about how mean he was too her. But Pierre didn't know her well enough to not believe her and his size was probably enough to make him do something really stupid. She didn't particularly want to see her friend get beat down because she thought it was funny to get on her boyfriend's nerves. A napkin cleaned away her tears as the larger man glared Jason down. At nearly a foot taller than him Pierre was an intimidating man to stand toe to toe with. Had he been anyone else Samantha was sure her boyfriend wouldn't be answering back his glared challenge. It was certainly unnerving Pierre. He was used to people giving him a clear space because he made such an imposing sight. This kid, if he could even call him that now. He'd gone a 15 year old boy to what looked his early 20's. Just watched him like he was were Samantha's size. In his arms Samantha chuckled, kissing Pierre's cheek lightly. "I'm ok honest. He didn't hurt me. He's just way too damn good at finding the things that turn me on for my own good." A half glare was flicked to Jason as he smirked. Her arms stretched out and he caught her, reclaiming her back where she belonged. The gentle brush of his fingers against the bruises along her side was so sweet it could almost make her forget he put them there. "Are you hungry?" Her head nodded where she rested against his peck. The heaviness of his musk was addicting and he quickly gathered a plate. This man was going to be the death of her. Jason smirked, stabbing a bite of steak and passing it up to her. She took it from the fork, humming appreciatively. "You're the worst, Todd. Making me cry in front of Pierre then acting like an angel..." Amusement played with his lips. "You said best wrong." Fren Green eyes rolled over, pushing at his shoulder but he just offered up another bite.

Just a dabble from a story I wrote. Minors kindly fuck off. This is not a safe space for you. Jason X OC

The bedroom door was only open an inch when Jason made his way back. It moved easily under his finger tips as he pressed it open. It stalled at the half way point, suddenly feeling as though it weighed a ton as he saw inside. His mouth felt dry, gapping open slightly. Pupils became blown with desire as his breaths stuttered to a stop. He couldn't move. His brain becoming bogged down at the sight in front of him. Samantha knelt on the bed, his shirt hanging baggily from her much slimmer body. It hung down her arms giving him a view of the soft pink hicky near her collar bone. The hem was pulled up her thighs that were gapped ever so slightly open. From this angle he could almost see between them. The shadow of his shirt kept her just barely hidden though. Behind his pants his cock began to swell. His shirt bunched around her waist obscuring his vision just enough. Slim wrist were put together with a simple black silk ribbon cinching them tight. Lust darkened eyes traveled up to her throat. Black silk adorned flawless pale skin accenting the beauty of her scars. They could never be a blemish when they made her so beautiful. Clear stones shimmered in the facets of the collar casting her in pinpricks of dancing light like she was back light by stars. A leash ran from the buckle at the hollow of her throat to the bed post where it was tied loosely. Finally a red ribbon he was pretty sure came from his arm wrappings was tied around her eyes, blinding her as she knelt with her feet under her bottom. A thin whimper left her throat, voice wobbling. "I'm sorry Daddy... I've been naughty..." A thick swallow was forced down, head dizzy from too long without breath. "Fuck..." Air rushed back into his lungs, oblivious to the red faces behind him as he finally stepped inside. "For the last time. It's forgive me father for I have sinned." The door rattled loudly against the frame as he kicked it closed, teeth set into a firm sneer as he untied the leash from the bed post. The silk was soft against his finger as he wound it around them. "You're right. This is so much better than the dollar store bondage..." His voice was low, breathless as he drew her forward with the leash. Her lips trembled, parted slightly making his jaw tighten. "You're like 50 shades of the best damn decision I've ever made! Open that sweet mouth of yours!" The low deep growl of his voice made her shiver, obediently parting her lips. He strung her along until she was kneeling on the floor.

The edge of the bed caught his fall, pants pooling around his ankles as he tugged the leash until she sat between his legs. Samantha whimpered as his eyes burnt her skin, goosebumps following the path of his gaze. "I think you should think about what you've done. I can't keep letting you get away with everything now can I? Bad girls need to be punished. You want to make up for being a naughty don't you?" Her head bobbed faintly, tongue darting out to taste him. Air hissed between his teeth, watching in wrapped attention as she dipped forward to run her tongue along the base of his cock. It twitched under the sensation and his head fell back with a curse. Jason groaned softly, eyes closed as fingers slid into soft hair rumpling it between them. The leash was pulled taught, urging her forward until her breasts were pressed flush to the bed. Her oh so soft tongue circled the head in. Saliva glistened on the swollen pink tip, pre already leaking from the slit. Under the blindfold cheeks were stained such a pretty pink color. It tricked down her collar bone and climbed to the tops of her ears. Jason swallowed tightly, eyes falling back to watch as she finally took him into her mouth. "Fuck..." It was hardly a whisper, low and breathy as he watched in heady desire. "I don't know what I ever did to deserve you but I'm gonna find out what it was and do it again..." The edges of her lips twitched into a smirk but it vanished as he jerked her forward, cock hitting the back of her throat so she gagged. The sound and the way her throat tightened around him made his hips buck forward. He couldn't help it. She didn't seem to mind though as she pawed at his shin with her bound hands. *Jason!* Her arousal bled over to him and he groaned as he hit the back of her throat again. Samantha moaned around him, the salty flavor of his pre meeting her stomach burn as he used the hand in her hair to take control of her pace. A weak sob left her as the fat head slid down her throat. It forced her tongue down and saliva leaked from the corners of her mouth, dripping in thick strings down her chin as she gagged. Each thrust was accented by the lude sounds as she choked on his cock. The sensation he was feeding over to her covered up any discomfort she was feeling though. "Such a good fucking girl! You like sucking my cock like that don't you?! I know you do! Take a little more for me, Princess. I know you can..." A sob escaped passed his shaft, blowing bubbles in her drool as he urged himself deeper. Her stomach lurched but she forced it to still. The coarse patch of hair tickled her nose as he bottomed out and just held her there for a second. Her head felt dizzy from lack of air and her lungs twitched but she ignored it. "There you go... You're so damn good for me! Taking my cock so deep! Can you feel how far I am down your throat?! I'm going to blow right into your stomach when I cum!" Tears tumbled from under the red cloth, shining like constellations of stars on her cheeks. Just when Samantha thought she was going to pass out he pulled back so just the head remained on her tongue. Drool puddled behind it, running from the corners of her mouth as she gasped for air.

Red hair was gathered up into a tight fist, watching with a fractured gaze down at her. He was so sensitive her breath almost hurt as it washed over him. She panted around his swollen head dragging a whimper from him. It wasn't ever a sound she thought she'd hear him make and it was thrilling. Her ears rang with his heavy breathing. Without her eyes her ears picked up the slack letting her hear every hitch in his breathing. His thumb stroked her temple as he urged her back down onto his cock. "You're not done yet, Princess. Come on. You want to be a good girl for me don't you? I know you do." Samantha swallowed thickly as he slid back down her throat. The collar pulled taught around the back of her neck, urging her to take him back down her throat. "Fuck you're so god damn good to me! I think I can over look your transgressions this time..." If she weren't so distracted she would have rolled her eyes. He was forever a smart ass even with he was fucking her throat. Jason groaned as her sopping wet mouth slid so easily back down over him just like she was made to do this. A soft curse was muttered under his breath, eyes shattered as he watched down at her. "Come on pretty baby!... You're doing so good!" The whispered praise rang in her ears and she whimpered loudly as her jaw was stretched wide around his girth. His groin was already damp with her drool and it wasn't going to get better at the pace he was going. Saliva got caught in his hair, glistening as it darkened the blanket under him. His lip vanished between his teeth as he bit it. She wished she could see his face. The blindfold suddenly seemed much less like a good idea than before. He throbbed hotly against her tongue and she lost a sob as his fingers twisted up her hair sharply. "Fuck yes! Just a little more, Kitten! You want you reward don't you?! Know you do, Baby! You can have it!" The low breathy praise made her stomach knot up as he reached his end. A strangled scream left her lips, saliva bubbling around her full cheeks as his orgasm because her own. Heat rushed down her throat as he pushed her head down onto his cock. Her hips jerked along to his rhythm, tears wetting his arms guard as he strained against her lips. She could feel his essence gush down into her stomach. Darkness shadowed the edges of her vision and he finally pulled back to let her breath.

Greedy breaths burnt her abused throat as he used the leash to pull her up. The silk was tight around his fingers where she couldn't hold her weight and he chuckled breathlessly. Hands caught her under her arms finally and he lifted her over his lap. "You're going to spoil me! And I'm going to love every second of it!" Hands caught her hips, lifting her suddenly as he flopped back making her squeal when he took her with him. Her dripping sex landed over his face and she screamed as his tongue plunged into her. She was so sensitive from just getting off. Between her thighs he growled thickly, devouring every let drop of sweet nectar she could give. Bound hands fell into his hair when she became unbalanced. The sharp sting made him groan into her folds as she fluttered around him. "J-Jay!! Jason!!" Her thighs squeezed closed around his head, trembling like a leaf caught in a hurricane. Slick gushed from her and he ravenously drank her in. Tears fell down onto his face as she screamed, and whimpered, and sobbed. It was like the most exquisite music he had ever heard and made his ears ring. Nails scratched at his scalp, hips rocking and grinding down into him franticly. The connection between them was dulled. He wasn't wasn't going to waste his load when she had worked so hard for it. That wouldn't be very nice. Tears wet his hair as she cried over him, throat raw and aching from the abuse. "Jason! Jason! Please! Need!-" Her voice shattered on a moan as he rubbed his nose against her swollen sensitive clit. Her back arched, wailing out her pleasure as drool trickled from her lips landing in his hair. Her sweet release gushed from her and he growled into her folds as he drank her in. Not a drop was wasted. "Fuck you taste so damn good!" His voice was muffled under her weeping mound.

Samantha squealed as their positions abruptly changed. Her back hit the bed hard enough to bounce before he flipped her onto her stomach. "I've been wanted too try this with you for a while." Her hips were lifted and he stuffed a pillow under them before propping her on her knees. One of his shoved his way between them, knocking them apart as he pressed her chest to the mattress. Jason groaned as the position left her pretty holes opened and exposed to his greedy inspection. "You stay right like that, Babygirl." His thumb dipped into her leaking pussy, enjoying the way it tightened around him. She whimpered when he withdrew. Her slick was smeared over her pink pucker and she jumped a bit. Damp skin shimmered in the sun light filtering through the window and he licked his lips. Her hole clenched as he pressed forward very slowly. Samantha whimpered as the digit eased her opened, loosening her muscles until he reached the first knuckle. It vanished but his middle finger replaced it. The tip of his ring fingers stood at the ready, pressed against puckered skin. After a moment it slid in as well. A whimper left her lips, muscles fluttering around his fingers as he pressed them fully inside her. They separated, slowly working her walls open until she was loose and gapping for him. His mouth was cleared into his palm, using the remains of her orgasm and his own saliva to coat his cock. He was still solid even after getting off. The head pressed into her, breaking a slow but unyielding path into her yet untouched channel.

Breath hitched, and toes curled as he paused, giving her body time to accept him. His patience finally paid off as he bottomed out inside her clenching heat. Pink flesh stretched around him and he licked his lips. "Fuck..." Fingers dimpled her pale skin turning it white under his touch where blood was starved out. For a moment longer he just held still to be sure she was ok before giving a testing thrust. Pleasure tingled up his spine from her and he smirked. Her eyes darted to the drawer beside them though. The desire for something in there made him lift a brow. His weight shifted back and sideways to pull out the drawer. A little pink bullet lay inside and he chuckled. "Are you saying I'm not enough for you? Cause I think I'd like to take that challenge." Their bodies came flush with a resounding clap of flesh making her shoulders jump with a sob. "Jay!... Makes it better! Please!" For a moment he eyed the toy before finally clicking it on and pushing it between her folds for her to hold against her clit. "Only because you were such a good girl earlier." He shivered as the shocks of pleasure from the vibration ran up his spine. He had to admit that did feel pretty damn good. Scarred hands caught her waist, pulling her back onto him. His mouth fell open as he felt the difference in sensation though. Before there has been a small undertone of discomfort. Now there was nothing but pleasure. The toy was definitely a good idea. His jaw snapped closed, hips jerking forward as she sobbed under him. He wasn't going to last long with that damn toy buzzing away like that. It kinda felt like cheating if he were being honest but fuck it felt good! And when had he ever been shy about cheating? Teeth creaked as he watched the way her body swallowed him up with each thrust. Red ribbon stood out against pale skin where it lay near her shoulders. One hand reached up to catch the edges of his arm guard. Rough fabric became bunched between his fingers and he pulled it backwards so it slipped from her eyes. It was dark with tears that had been drank in by thirsty fibers. Watery green eyes watched back him widely. Her gaze was fractured, shattered like a stained glass window. Such a thing of beauty laying in so many pieces at his feet. Jason growled. "You are so fucking hot!" Tears fell from her eyes was he watched down at her. He swore he'd never get enough of the way she looked at him like that. It was enough to undo him and he grunted loudly as the first wave of orgasm took him off guard. Green eyes widened, feet kicking faintly and toes curling as she sighed and whimpered out their shared pleasure. Heat rushed up into her, sticky and thick as he slammed tight into her to keep it there. A muted sob left her lips as a hand between her shoulder blades pressed her down. The coarse patch of hair tickled her bottom. For a long moment he just held her there before slumping to the side. She was drug over into him, the silk binds around her wrist being untied so she could catch his hand to hold. Their chests heaved for breath, slowly coming down from their pleasured high. "My throat hurts. You're an animal..." She whined making him smirk. "Oh yeah. You tie yourself up like this knowing what will happen and I'm the bad guy." Sam pouted as she rolled over in his arms. "You really are. I should really tell someone how you treat me." Jason chuckled as she leaned up to kiss him. She could still taste herself on his lips. His breath tickled her cheeks as he sighed, just enjoying the moment of softness. He was sure even if he lived as long as she had he never grow tired of her.

Jason Todd with a fun-sized smart mouth partner would definitely include air jail. They say something that rubs him the wrong way and suddenly he has them hovering over his head by the seat of their pants or shirt. "Put me down!" "Nope. Not until you apologize. If you can't do the time don't do the crime." As they fail helplessly above the ground.

Whoever let this bleach character into the Batfamily deserves a fucking raise. That moment when you realize the DC universe made Jason Todd into a fullbringer then just proceeded to ignore it throughout most of the comics. So hear me out. As someone who's seen every episode of Bleach, the similarities can't be ignored. Fullbringers are created when a hollow affects the soul of a human. What if the Lazarus pit has the same effect? What are full bringers' abilities? The ability to draw out the soul(including their own) of things around them and use it to their benefit. They gain Superior strength over other humans. They gain the ability to make platforms in the air to walk on. They empower objects with their soul to use as weapons. Mystic Jump in the game Gotham Knights shows Jason drawing out the power from his soul to make a place in the air for him to land on. In the comics, he showcases 2 swords called the all blades that are empowered by his soul. He's far stronger than any other non-meta human in that universe. How much you wanna bet this mother fucker sees ghosts?

Dick: trying to get Jason to stop shooting people.

Jason out of bullets: dropping the gun into a sock and beating people to death with it.

Dick: Am joke to you?

I want a fic where Clark is trying to investigate Bruce Wayne about rumors of corruption for the daily planet. Before he knew his identity. He asked Batman to help him poke around and Bats goes along with it just to be a troll.

Hear me out. A fic where All might goes undercover to break up a crime ring before everyone knows his small might form. Under cover he meets a woman who he grows very attached to. He doesn't know what to do though because she's a villian. He's there to break up that ring and she's one of the leaders. Little does he know the young woman has been working that ring under cover for over 3 years building trust to get to the ring leader in order to take it down from the top. She finds herself growing attached to him as well and it leads to indecision and pain as she realizes that she must choose between sacrificing everything she has worked toward and placing him in jail for a very long time. All might knows he's running out of time and in a lead ditch effort to buy more to think he decides to let her go in the next raid knowing that he can go back later. But before he his team can spring the trap she finally meets the leader and decides to fill her mission and do what ever she can for him. They're both taken in under the guise of getting caught and he's placed in integration. He's almost panicking, using his one call to alert his team. Before they can arrive though who should step through the door but the woman he's so concerned with. A moment of complete shock passes for him but before he can express anything his team arrives to get him. Realization slowly sets in for them both as they realize they had been playing each other all along.

Ok. So I recently got into mha and I have questions that really need answered about All might. About his quirk mostly. We know that it can't be taken by force. But. Can it be given away accidently? Toshinori states he just needs to get his DNA into Izuku's body when he gives him the hair to eat. (Some of you know exactly where this is going while the others are just confused. Oh to be so pure.) So that being said. The quirk is passed on through DNA but it can't be forcefully taken. BUT. Can it be accidently passed on through sex? In this case I can really understand All might's affection to Izuku. Think about the way he acts. He really loves him. Not just as a teacher. Izuku is his son! If you don't agree just listen. Assuming that Toshinori can't risk accidently passing on his quirk that means that he can't have sex without a condom. There for he can't have kids of his own. With being given that power he gave up his ability to have children. Now of course that's never been confirmed but look at his interactions with Izuku. There's definitely more feeling there than just 2 people with something in common. As far as All might is concerned that is his son because it's the only one he's going to get. He really loves him. But that's just my theory. Let me know what you think.

The door swished closed before I found myself shoved against the bedding. I could have gotten away if I tried, but I didn't want to ruin Prowl's game. It was so very rare he took control like this and I didn't want him to think I didn't like it. "Primus Prowl! Ah love it when ya get all pushy!" He chuckled in my audio and shoved my valve panel out of the way so he could sink 3 fingers knuckle deep into me. My mouth fell open and he leaned over my back. Pressing me flush into the bed with a low purr of his engine. "Do you now?" His hand twisted before he thrust his fingers rapidly in and out of my valve. I didn't even try to hold back my cries and I could feel his excitement pulsating from his field. "Nah! Please!" A rich chuckle sounded above me as he scraped his fingers along a extra sensitive node. A slightly louder cry escaped and he targeted it each thrust after that. "Say my name Jazz." My vents whirled loudly in my audios and I could barely form any kind of coherent sounds. "Say it or I stop." My whole frame was trembling and I was right on the edge. If he stopped now it'd be quite unpleasant. So I gather what mental faculties I could and put them into a cry of his name. "Prowl! Please!!" A pleased growl of his engine rumbled through my frame before he pinched that little node. My vocalizer glitched out on a scream as I bucked back into him. Thick arches of electric current danced over me as a static keen filled the room. For several long moments we just stayed like that. My vents panting as I tried to cool my over heated systems. Finally after about half a breem, my optics flicked back towards him as his weight lifted from my frame. He was just watching me. His fingers still thickly coated in my valve lubricant as he lapped at it like an energon pop. "Primus Prowler. Gotta get ya to loosen up more often..."

Hope you don't mind if I use the plot for my own story. Never put much thought into this pairing but they go so well together! Great job btw!

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