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lizzie⁷ ₊˚ 🦢 nagi's favorite pillow comics / manga pisces !! jason todd housewife ᡣ𐭩 velaryon blessed by artemis · 𓈒ּ͏͏ּ͏͏✢

💌 ꒰ latest work ‣ lovesick , wally west ꒱

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seishiro nagi and his big gray eyes

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never getting bored of loving jason todd

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it's been so long hi !! I've totally forgotten how to use this 😞 i might change the theme , i'm currently obsessed w Seishiro Nagi my lazy genius

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what the actual fuck, i'm so in love with this old man

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1K !! thank you so so so much !! <3 what a great way to wake up.

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lovesick ﹙ wally west x fem!reader ﹚ 🦇 ── cw: yearner!wally

lizzie's yapping: it's been years since I wrote something about him omg, hope you like it!!

His breath caught in his throat the first time he saw you. You walked into the Titans Tower alongside Dick Grayson, smiling and slightly nervous about meeting everyone. He wanted to approach, to be all charm and boldness like he always was with girls, but his legs wouldn't move an inch. He could have impressed you with his speed, but instead, he just stood there, staring like you were the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen in his life.

And when he finally worked up the nerve to introduce himself, his tongue got tangled and heat rushed to his cheeks faster than he could run. He was a complete loser while his friends openly laughed at his behavior.

You thought it was adorable—seeing him flushed, his cheeks matching the exact shade of his hair. Quite the sight.

He started popping up everywhere you were in the Tower. He’d bring you flowers or little souvenirs from all over the world, just because he could. He was Kid Flash back then; he didn’t care how far he had to run if it meant you’d notice how much he liked you. And on those paired missions… he’d be right by your side in less than a second. "Let's pair up with the person on our left—Oh! Well, it seems we're a couple now, huh?"

And when you finally became a couple, you both left the Titans and moved into an apartment in Central City. That’s when Wally West fully admitted to himself that he was lovesick. No cure in sight.

Now he was the Flash, carrying far more responsibilities than he ever had as a kid. Less time to spend with you the way he wanted. So when he got home late and found you already asleep, he'd strip off his suit in a blur and slip into bed beside you, slide an arm around your waist, pull you close against him, instantly recognizing your scent, feeling the weight on his shoulders melt away with the warmth of your body. “Wake up, I’m home,” he whispers in your ear—a quiet plea that slowly pulled you from sleep.

You shift away just a little, teasing him, and he growls at the movement—a mix between a grumble and a whine. He presses his chest against your back again, firmer this time, leaving you no chance to escape. “Don’t do that, please,” he murmurs, brushing a quick kiss against your neck.

It was always like that. He held you close, made sure you knew he was home so you could sleep knowing he was there, and only then did he allow himself to drift into Morpheus’ arms, comforted by the knowledge that you were there.

Because yes—Wally West was lovesick.

No cure at all.

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jason being written as this hyper kinky hard dom so often is so funny to me because that man would rather die before hurting a woman no matter the circumstances

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slow kisses ﹙ jason todd x fem!reader ﹚ 🦇 ── cw: insecure jay, kinda angst with comfort, yearner!jason.

lizzie's yapping: yes I do adore this man.

Jason Todd is a man who kisses slowly. Especially when you're in his apartment, where he feels safe—where the warmth wrapping around his aching heart makes him wonder if he truly deserves all this peace he feels beside you. Because every time he places his hands on you, he feels like he's tainting you, like he's leaving a rotten mark on the perfection of your skin. That's how he sees himself, after all. As a man who only deserves to be beaten to death—something not important enough to be avenged.

So yes, Jason Todd definitely prefers to kiss you slowly. He wants to be selfish and memorize the taste of your mouth, so that if one day you leave, he’ll still have the warmth of your soft lips against his cracked ones forever etched into him. He tried to walk away so many times, before your hands gently cupped his cheek, as if you truly believed that was how he deserved to be touched.

Of course, you had to kiss him first—because if it were up to him, he would’ve kept drowning in his feelings, the ones that tore him apart every time he looked at you, knowing he would never be able to tell you how he felt in that moment, how desperately he wanted to be your life partner, your object of affection and devotion. You deserved something better, so much better than a body marked by scars and trauma that made him feel broken. And yet, at the same time, he felt like he was dying while still alive without your love.

But when you looked at him—without caring about his past or his present—when you told him you loved him, tragedy and all… that was the day Jason Todd truly came back to life. He wasn’t the man consumed by rage anymore, nor the confused, wounded boy. He was simply Jason. Your Jason. Yours, for you to do with as you pleased.

And what you did was take care of him.

Fear and insecurity remained buried deep within him, so when he kissed you, he always took his time.

He cradles your cheeks with both hands—whether you’re standing or sitting in his lap, he always has a hand on your face. First, he kisses the corner of your mouth, then slowly moves over your lips, tasting, memorizing. Slow doesn’t mean lacking intensity, though. Jason Todd is an intense man. He holds you like you’re his entire world while slipping his tongue into your mouth, nose brushing yours every time he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. Soon it turns wet, his breathing growing heavy—you can hear it, feel it, how that slowness is killing him.

Both your hearts pound hard, trying to reach each other. But his always beats a little faster, especially when your hands rest on his chest or when you thread your slender fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

And before pulling away, he gently bites your lower lip. Then he looks at you… oh, those eyes were pleading.

He doesn’t say it often—he was never good at putting feelings into words—but his actions speak for him, and that look especially screams louder than a thousand words: "please— keep loving me, I can be better for you, I’d give up everything for a life by your side."

Jason Todd is definitely the kind of man whose insecurity makes him kiss you slowly, just in case tomorrow you realize he’s not enough.

Luckily for him… you never went anywhere.

Only then he allow himself to truly live again.

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yearner!jason todd AND yearner!wally west blurbs coming SOON 'cause a man who yearns is a man who earns

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⊹౨ৎ RANDOM TEXTS WITH BOYFRIEND!JASON TODD

lizzie’s yapping 𐙚 : last post of the year, it had to be Jason's content ❤️

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I LOVE YOUR THEME OMG i just found ur acc i had to let you know

yourssss is amazing!!! thank you so much hehe

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random texts w boyfriend!jason coming soon bc I'm obsessed

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⊹౨ৎ baking christmas cookies ( jason todd x fem!reader )

lizzie’s yapping 𐙚 : merry xmas, especially to my Jason's girls. hope you like this!!

The kitchen was filled with the scent of vanilla and butter. That delicious sweet aroma that delighted the nostrils, especially during festive seasons like Christmas.

All week long, you had been insisting Jason to do some Christmas activities together. You wanted to bake cookies, take the opportunity to spend more time with him. However, once he finally gave you the green light, you didn’t even bother putting your hands to work on the dough. After helping him gather the ingredients, he grabbed you by the hips and sat you on the kitchen counter. You looked cute—at least in his eyes—with your messy bun, red pajamas covered in Santa prints, and an apron tied over them as if you were actually going to do something. Instead, your fingers lazily squished a small piece of dough Jason had handed you just to keep you busy.

It wasn’t like your baking skills were anything to brag about anyway. Your real talent was running your mouth to distract him from the fact that you weren’t doing a thing.

“…and that’s how I found out Santa wasn’t real. It was a very questioning time for me,” you said with an exaggerated sigh, pouting as if you were reliving a dark chapter of your life.

The black-haired man sprinkled more flour over the surface to keep the dough from sticking and began rolling it out with firm movements. The muscles in his scarred arm tensed slightly. You’d forced him to wear an apron to match yours, so now standing in front of you was a nearly two-meter-tall man with messy black hair, a dark short-sleeved shirt, a furrowed brow, and a red apron covered in reindeer, snowflakes, and Santas everywhere.

After listening to your anecdote, his expression softened a little, and he let out a low chuckle without lifting his eyes from the dough. He wouldn’t deny that he was entertained by what you were saying.

“Must’ve been a shock for a thirteen-year-old lady,” he said sarcastically, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “’m sure ya went into full mourning and everything.”

You smacked his arm before growling at him for teasing you. “Stop laughing, I’m opening my heart here,” you crossed your arms, looking away as if you were genuinely offended. Seeing your attitude, Jason stepped closer and pressed a kiss to your neck, then another to your jaw.

That was enough to pull a giggle out of you. Your attention quickly shifted to his work, inspecting it as if you had any idea what was supposed to be happening.

“You sure we’re doing this right?” you asked, raising both eyebrows and blinking slowly. Jason stopped the rolling pin and narrowed his eyes before turning to look at you. Sometimes, your audacity genuinely surprised him.

You’d touched his arms far more times than you’d added ingredients to the mix. Not that he complained—he found you charming, with your chatter and expressive reactions, things he never failed to notice even if he pretended to be more focused on the dough than on you. His eyes were always on you.

“i’m doing it right, yeah,” he said, picking up the snowflake cutter and carefully pressing it into the dough, twisting it slightly so it wouldn’t stick. “You haven’t done shit, ma.”

You raised an eyebrow and opened your mouth in pure indignation.

“Excuse me, but I told you you would bake the cookies and I would decorate 'em,” you said, pointing an accusing finger at him. Jason clicked his tongue—there was no point arguing with you anyway.

When he finished arranging the cookies on the baking tray—slightly messy for your taste—he headed toward the preheated oven. You gave him instructions as he did, to which he only grunted. Once the cookies were inside the oven, all his attention returned to you. His intense gaze settled on your figure, a clear warning that you were testing his limited patience. Only then did you give him a nervous smile.

“With m-my decorating skills, they’re gonna look really cute,” you mumbled as he stepped closer. He always managed to make you nervous when he wanted to. He never failed to turn your cheeks bright red.

“Yeah?” He positioned himself between your dangling legs, bracing his hands on the counter on either side of your hips. There was still flour clinging to his fingers, and when he brushed a strand of hair away from your face, he left a small white mark on your cheek. “Bet they will.”

He just looked at you. This time, his gaze was soft—no furrowed brow. His eyes held a warmth you hadn’t seen before, making your heart race. You almost melted at the sudden vulnerability shining through them. You felt an overwhelming urge to wrap him in a tight hug, to tell him that the most special thing about these holidays was that he let you into his heart—that he let you show, even in quiet ways, just how much you loved him.

Oh, how you loved that man.

“I like this,” you finally murmured, your voice low and gentle. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. Jason leaned in, brushing his nose against your cheek. “Y'know… having a cute guy baking Christmas cookies for me,” you teased, now his lips barely grazing yours.

He smiled faintly but swallowed, a little nervous from the closeness. “Don’t get used to it.”

Jason gave your hips a firm squeeze. He bit your lower lip, drawing a surprised gasp from your throat before kissing you—slowly, unhurried. Just doing what he wanted most in that moment: having you there, tasting your lips, feeling the warmth of your body against his.

He was starting to like Christmas a little—so long as you were by his side.

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I feel SO maternal about Megumi, happy bday son <3

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⊹౨ৎ THEY ARE SCARED TO MEET YOUR PARENTS

˚ ｡ ft. Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen, Clark Kent and Hal Jordan .ᐟ

lizzie’s yapping 𐙚 : had fun doing these ones :D

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your acc is so pretty, dayum ♡ love ya Lizzie !!

I’d love a smau where the dc dilfs (especially Bruce, Clark, Barry, and Hal) are totally freaking out because their much younger girlfriend/reader wants to introduce them to her parents, and they’re in full-on PANIC mode thinking “holy shit they’re gonna judge the hell outta me for dating their little girl”

hello hello <3 thank you so much!! it's here !!