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for the most part, jason todd enjoys the powers that he got from his dunk in the lazarus pits. increased strength, increased speed, and increased stamina- things like that made it easy for him to do his hired jobs. one thing he hated, however, was his healing factor.
he hates how fucking fast your scratches and hickies disappeared off his body, leaving him a blank and loveless canvas once again.
he always craves your marks on his skin. he absolutely adores the scattered love bites and dark bruises decorating his frame. he can often be seen in the bathroom, body twisted in the mirror as he admires the deep red strokes that paint his back, or leaning in close to lovingly rub at the carmine blotches that stain the skin of his neck.
he makes it a habit to show off your markings, often refusing to sport a shirt wherever he’s out and about. his marked skin makes his friends’ eyes roll, makes his brothers give him jokingly disgusted expressions, and makes strangers on the streets grimace at him.
he doesn’t care. he’s shameless, especially when it comes to you.
he always just wants to show you off, to express how fucking grateful he is to be yours.
that’s why he always encourages you to sink your teeth in harder, to rake your nails down his back harsher, anything to make those little symbols of your love for him last longer.
in return, he’ll slam his cock into you faster, grip onto the soft of your hips harder, bite and mark you up himself. he paints your body like monet, because to him you’re definitely as precious as the most exquisite work of art in the world.
he’ll never get enough of feeling how your skin gives way to his sharp canines, or how your shaking body feels under his calloused fingertips.
it’s the thought of losing you, of ever having to let you go that makes him fuck you rougher - that makes him hide his face in the crook of your neck and dent your skin with his teeth.
he relishes the sight of you the next morning: spread out on the bed with telltale signs of lovemaking covering every inch of your flesh.
he can feel his heart beating out his chest, feel his blood thrumming furiously under your veins because you’re so wholly and undoubtedly his.
just as he is yours.