good morning, good afternoon, or good night, i am river, i am 24, and i use they/he pronouns. after timtom went down the first time, i crawled back to this hellscape. any lovely person is welcome to be moots. im known for dcu x reader but i’ve expanded to mcu, mha and cod as well :). aside from the those, i enjoy percy jackson, stardew valley, tmnt, taylor swift, star wars, ohshc, and scooby-doo.
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Fuck I’m at a fencing tournament and literally a minute after I reblogged this my dad told me that he talked to the point people and I’m probably going to win a medal.
I need to follow up to say I reblogged this last night, and this morning I got some of the best news of my life, like, a life dream come true news thing.
FUCK, I though it was just another lucky meme but LISTEN. Since a week ago I was waiting a phone call to confirm me if I got a job or not in my university. I reblogged this yesterday’s night “just for fun and because I don’t want any bagel to be mad with me”, and today’s afternoon, while I was losing my time as always, the professor I was supposed to work with called me and asked me for my personal information to start working with her.
IN WHICH... jason will fix every inch of himself if it means he gets to keep you
aka: a continuation of always
warnings: fluff, f!reader, established relationship, bf!jason x gf!reader, domesticity, probably (definitely) ooc!jason, just tooth rotting fluff, lots of pet names, erm jason calls reader mama once SUE ME i like it, just pretend that "obsession" is already available on like disney+ or smth
wc: 1.4k
It's been 6 months since you'd finally had your last straw of Jason and his temperament issues. 6 (long) months of weekly therapy sessions in a stuffy office full of too many fake plants sat on a too-small couch. As much as Jason hated speaking to some stranger about how he was feeling, it let him keep you. That was all he cared about.
Therapy or me? That's what you had said to him all those months ago. That was the agreement. And he'd made damn sure that he'd followed through with it. You were his baby, after all—he'd do anything to keep you happy.
"Baby, pass me the...uh...oh! The brown sugar, please," you ask Jason, taking glances down at the recipe on your phone to make sure you're getting everything correct.
Ever since Jason began therapy, your relationship has only strengthened, solidified. He's calmer now, less uptight. His shoulders don't carry that familiar coiled tension all the time. He doesn't hold a constant scowl on his face as he walks around your apartment. He communicates with you when he needs a minute, when he's feeling angry.
He'll never admit it, but as much as he hates therapy, it is helping him—a lot. He's never felt so at peace with himself. Perhaps he just needed an outlet for his feelings, an outlet that wasn't personal to him like you were. An outlet that constantly remained objective on everything he said, one that wouldn't be heartbroken by his anger.
Wordlessly, Jason rummages through your baking cabinets before finding the bag of brown sugar and planting it on the counter. Noticing your hands busy with whisking, he asks "how much, babe? I can pour it in."
"3/4 a cup. Thank you, Jay."
"Sure, baby."
He pours the sugar into your bowl, watching as you whisk it in with the rest of the batter. You spare a glance over your shoulder at him, smiling that pretty smile he loves so much. "You've been baking with me more often," you observe.
He shrugs, eyes locked on your face. "I like spending time with you."
"But it's different now. Ever since you started your therapy, you've been doing this with me. Every Sunday."
He continues adding ingredients to your mixture, cracking two eggs over the bowl. He's quiet for a bit, thinking of how to respond. Eventually, he finds the words. "I guess being in that office the past few months made me realize how close I came to losing you," he admits. "How alone I made you feel...I don't ever want to see you like that again, ma."
Your expression softens, your whisking pausing momentarily. "Oh, Jay..." you sigh. "You didn't lose me, though."
"But I almost did. It shouldn't've ever gotten to that point." The sad, guilty look swimming in his blue-green eyes puts a painful ache right in the center of your chest.
You clean your messy hands on a tea towel before walking over to him, wrapping your arms tight around his middle, face burying in his chest.
He pauses for a moment, just looking down at you—his sweet baby—holding him. After a moment his arms find purchase around your neck, wrapping around you protectively. A hand holds the back of your head, thumb stroking absentmindedly against your hair.
You rest your chin on his chest, looking up at him with the biggest, most forgiving eyes that Jason will never feel worthy of seeing. His thumb brushes your under-eye as if he's handling fine china.
"Y'know, the fact that you were so willing to get help proved everything to me," you whisper to him, eyes flicking across his face—his handsome, rugged face. Your face to look at. "It let me see how much you really cared."
"Did you ever doubt my care for you?" he queries.
"I...honestly?"
He nods. "Lay it on me, babygirl. I can handle it."
"A few times, yeah. I did. You had weeks where you did more yelling than consoling, more ignoring than talking. Those were times that I doubted things." You shut up when you see the pure heartbreak in his eyes. Even though he insisted he could 'handle it,' last thing you need is him spiraling, his brain plaguing him with reminders of all his mistakes.
"But, again, Jay, you getting help meant a lot to me," you reassure, hands coming up to cup his cheeks, forcing his gaze to yours. "I know now, undoubtedly, how much you love me. I'll never question it again so long as this keeps up. You're good like this—this is the Jason Todd I fell in love with."
A small smile tugs at his lips, his spirits lifting at your encouragement. "Yeah, baby? This is me, in the flesh?" he teases, tilting his head to kiss your right palm, keeping it pressed warmly against his cheek with his own hand.
You nod adamantly. "My Jason."
"I'm always your Jason," he says cheesily, making you giggle and him groan. "Erase that."
"No shot," you laugh, holding him close as he buries his embarrassed face in your neck. "Aw, you're so adorable," you coo at your big boy—he's adorable in your eyes, so what?
He only grumbles, arms enveloping your waist as you arch into him, your bodies practically fusing together. "I love you, Jay."
"I love you, too, mama. Forever and always, m'kay?" he mumbles in response, lips moving against your neck with each word. He presses a few gentle kisses there, also stealing a few licks to taste your salty sweat on his tongue.
"M'kay," you echo sweetly, fingers combing through his hair, paying extra attention to his little white streak.
"Now, c'mon, doll, are we gonna make these cookies or what?" He gives your ass two little pats before untangling himself from you. "Lets get to fucking work!" He claps his hands enthusiastically.
You giggle at his clear excitement. He's so free like this, so authentically and unabashedly himself. Not Red Hood, not now. Just Jason. The Jason who, ironically, has a goofy side. The Jason that belongs to you, the one you thought had slipped through your fingers all those months ago.
2 hours later...
A plate full of delicious, gooey cookies sits on the coffee table while you and Jason are curled up on your shared couch—well, you're curled up. On his lap. Jason is manspread in the middle of the sofa, one arm around your waist and the other clutching the remaining half of his 3rd cookie.
You and Jason look like a bunch of gluttons as you lounge, a movie Dick recommended you playing out on the screen as the two of you stuff your faces full of your creation. Some crumbs gather in Jason's lap from your own eating, and your hand constantly comes up to brush some off his face. Jason knows he'll have to vacuum after this, but he lets you have your moment for now.
"This guys fuckin' crazy," you comment, the words muffled from the cookie you're chewing.
"What's his name again? Bear? Yeah, a freak name for a freak dude. I mean, seriously, how odd—who has to do all that just to get a girl to like them?"
You giggle, glancing at him. "Okay, cocky."
"I'm serious, baby! A whole ass black-magic spell just for a little love. It's weird," he persists, his hand on your waist rubbing soothing, warm circles. "Just do it the classic way and, I dunno, ask her out? It works quite well—I'd know."
His hold on you tightens to both arms, tugging you down so you're both laying down across the entire length of the couch. You snuggle against him, his body warm and hard beneath you.
He kisses your temple, a hand brushing your hair from your lovely face. The touch is protective, gentle, caring. He continues, stroking your hair in a petting motion as his eyes (reluctantly) drift back to the screen.
"Thank you for movie night," you say to him. "I missed this, a lot."
"You're welcome, doll. Can't you tell by now that I'll do anything for you?"
And the answer? Yes, you can. He's proven it by walking to his therapist's office for 2PM sharp every Thursday—not biking, because he knows you hate his 'death machine,' as you call it, even if it takes him triple the time on foot.
He's proven it by dedicating his Sundays to baking a sweet treat with you to enjoy during movie night.
He's proven it, most importantly, by holding you close every night and talking about his grievances, not shouting bitter words at you and storming off.
It's become increasingly clear that Jason would truly always choose you, no matter what.
a/n: i kinda hate this and feel like it's all over the place but i hope you guys enjoy it took me a while so let me know what you think! xx
CONTENT — 18+ minors dni | bathroom sex, established relationship, pet names (sweetheart & doll), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), slight dirty talk, multiple orgasms, rough sex, creampie. let me know if i’ve missed anything!
WC — 1.3k
NOTE — post number #6 for my 1k celebration!
MASTERLIST | 1K CELEBRATION
you and jason are at some party and yet, despite how much jason might hate them, he loves what you’re wearing. so much so, he couldn’t bear other people's eyes seeing what was his.
you’re all over him, grinding against him with no care for who is watching, whispering against his jaw about how desperate you are for him to just take you then and there. it might’ve been what you had to drink, or maybe you just love seeing how much he can take before he snaps.
either way, you’re unable to bite back the excited giggle as he takes a hold of your hand and guides you towards the bathroom. the door slams behind him and you stumble into the sink, watching his chest rise and fall with each bated breath.
“jay,” you whisper, stepping forward and sliding your hands down his chest and over his abdomen.
“don’t,” he tenses, jaw clenching.
“don’t what?” you tilt your head, lips ghosting against his neck. “hmm? you’re so tense.”
jason exhales through his nose, cursing under his breath before pressing you against the wall. his big hands grip your waist, chest pressed against yours as his lips attack your neck. he groans against your skin, licking, nipping and sucking at whatever his lips could reach.
then, without warning, he pulls back and spins you around. your hands brace against the wall as he scrunches your dress up around your waist. his cock throbs at the sight of your skimpy underwear, the fabric soaked through and clinging to your folds.
he presses his fingers against the ruined lace, sliding up and down and applying just the tiniest pressure over your clit—making your hips jolt. you roll your hips into his hand, aching for his touch, his mouth, his cock, anything.
he chuckles lowly, hooking a finger into the band of your panties and dragging them to the side to expose your dripping cunt. he watches hungrily, absolutely captivated as you flutter and clench around nothing—your folds glistening with need.
you tremble against him as he wraps an arm around your waist and slides his fingers between your folds, lightly circling your clit. the moan you let out is lewd and desperate as you roll your hips again, seeking more, seeking him.
“jay, please,” you whine breathlessly.
his cock twitches painfully, aching to be buried deep inside you. it strains against his jeans, the damp fabric sticking to him uncomfortably. his whole body feels alight, his breath warm against your shoulder as his control hangs by a thread.
you shudder as he slides a finger inside you, your cunt sucking him in and coating the digit. your head falls against the wall as he keeps the pace slow, thrusting his finger in and out with steady precision.
he adds a second finger, stretching you a little and feeling you clench around him. your slick drips down to his palm as he drags his fingers out almost all the way before plunging them back inside.
you feel each knuckle as he sinks them deep inside, your cunt squelching sinfully as he curls his fingers just right. it's tantalising, you want more, you crave more, you need more, yet jason isn’t giving it to you. you push back against his hand, thighs shaking, only for his fingers to slip out entirely.
groaning frustratedly, you go to turn your head around but jason gently presses his hand to the side of your face, keeping it against the wall. you go to protest but hear the sound of his belt being undone.
your heart pounds as the zip of his jeans sound throughout the bathroom. you don’t dare move, or even breathe. you hear his jeans hit the floor and it’s not long before jason brushes the hot head of his cock between your folds.
you whimper as he coats himself in your arousal, the swollen head bumping against your clit with each slide. his precum mixes with the mess between your thighs, the sound so sinful it has jason biting back a groan.
the sound of fabric tearing has you confused until you see your underwear thrown on the floor beside you. a wave of pleasure courses through you and you’re unable to stop the tiny whine that escapes your lips.
your voice is broken and breathless as you plead and beg for him to give you what you wanted. your words slur together as you moan his name, the thick head of his cock teasing your entrance.
finally, jason pushes inside. the stretch is instant, the searing burn has your lips parting and a gasp tumbling free from your throat. he’s just too big. you don’t think you’ll ever get used to his size—no matter how many times the two of you fuck.
your cunt flutters around him, trying to adjust to the stretch as jason forces you to take all of him. he buries himself to the hilt, bottoming out with a harsh grind of his hips. his hands settle on your hips, fingers digging into your skin.
he sets a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping forward with a force that makes your knees threaten to buckle beneath you. but jason doesn’t let you fall. he keeps a firm grip on your hips—possessive almost—as he forces you to take every brutal snap of his hips.
every stroke of his cock is so deep it feels like he’s in your throat. you clench around him, and his rhythm stutters for a second before he drives into you harder and faster. you’re losing your mind—you don’t even think you could recall your own name right now.
the two of you are barely holding on—your orgasms fast approaching. you’re soaked beyond comprehension, your slick dripping down your thighs and onto his balls. and as for jason, his last thread of control snapped ages ago.
“fuck, sweetheart,” jason pants, his head tipping back. “taking me so—fuck—taking me so well…”
his words are all you need before your orgasm crashes through you. it steals the air from your lungs and makes your vision go white. your cunt pulses around him, so tight he can barely move.
the after shocks makes your body jerk and jason feels every ripple, every shudder and every weak tremor you produce. but he doesn’t stop.
“s’good,” he groans, fucking you through your orgasm.
you whimper, his cock is too much. you can barely breathe from how he’s still fucking you hard and deep—every thrust sending you closer and closer to the edge once again. your moans turn into desperate, high-pitched whimpers but jason doesn’t slow down. if anything, he fucks you harder—if that was even possible.
he’s close—so fucking close—he can feel it, the tight pull in his gut, his rhythm breaking. his body jerks as he thrusts deep, his hips snapping forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he reaches his orgasm.
“f-fuck, doll,” he chokes out, attaching his lips to your neck.
hot ropes of cum spill deep within your cunt, filling you completely. so much so, it seeps out around his cock—thick, filthy strings leak down your thighs and mix with the mess he made of you.
the feeling undoes you—the second you feel him release inside you, you shatter. another orgasm tears through your body causing you to sob, your whole body tensing and back arching in pleasure.
your cunt squeezes around him, sucking every last drop and milking him for all he's got. he groans, hips jerking and cock throbbing as he spits more cum inside you—stuffing you full. even as he trembles, he keeps moving.
each deep, slow, languid stroke leaves you breathless, until you’re both shaking, until neither of you can take it anymore. jason stills, his cock still buried deep inside you, his body pressed against your back, lips parted as he tries to catch his breath.
“yo!” you hear someone shout from the other side of the door. “you two done fucking yet?”
an: based on my experience as a lead barista at a licensed starbucks <3 i think i got everyone pretty spot on heheheheh
cw/tags: none !
mha master list
izuku: my boy is exceedingly polite, knows the entire morning shift by name. tips every time. gets a black iced coffee—just to add like 20+ sugar packets himself, if only to make the barista’s life easier.
tenya would absolutely tell you the whole name of the drink when ordering. genuinely gets black drip coffee because he enjoys the taste.
katuski if i know dynamight like i think i do. main mans insists that only one barista knows how to make his horchata shaken espresso correctly. he will tip only that person in 100s.
ochaco: 1000% a mocha cookie crumble girl.
su: probably a fan of the strawberry acai or mango dragon refreshers with water, no inclusions.
kirishima orders the “manliest” drink on the menu (caramel crunch with extra caramel and extra crunch).
shoto would get a black iced coffee. he tips every barista on the floor in 100s.
mina: vanilla bean frap or iced chai, little basic, still very yummy.
momo: i could seeing her getting like a strawberry crème frap with heavy cream and white mocha or the opposite—a hot earl gray, 2 pumped of sf vanilla depending on her needs
takokymai, emo birdie, would get a hot chai, one less pump of classic
kouta: shaken passion tango tea w water, no sweetner
jirou would def modify the mocha frap to make it the java chip frap
shoji: i could see him doing a iced blue matcha, if only for the go blue campaign. otherwise, probably a honey citrus mint.
mineta: will make fun of the cup size names every time (it’s so annoying). probably gets two different cold foams. promises to tip but never does. i hate him.
denki canonically likes be in trend and had a lot of energy, so maybe a mango strawberry lemonade energy refresher
sero !! would adore the refresher too, probably a dragon drink, no inclusions kinda guy
munch!jason todd who spends every day, sometimes multiple times a day, positioned right between your legs. he truly believes that's where he belongs.
munch!jason todd who loves coming home after patrol and finding you curled up on the couch in nothing but panties and one of his oversized t-shirts.
he'll drop to his knees right in front of where you're sitting, taking hold of your calves to pull you closer to him, big hands already pulling at the waistband of your underwear.
munch!jason todd who once he gets you bare and sees your folds glistening with arousal, dives right in. licking and sucking at your puffy, swollen clit.
munch!jason todd who nearly creams his boxers when he hears your mewls and whines from him making out with your cunt.
munch!jason todd who can't shut the fuck up when he's eating you out.
"fuuuck baby-" he moans into your heat, "pretty pussy's s'wet for me..." he would ramble on and on about how much he loves this, if you didn't tug at his hair and shush him.
munch!jason todd who sticks two fingers in, scissoring you open while his mouth works tirelessly pleasing you.
"that feel good, huh?" he grins with a sort of pride, looking up at your fucked-out expression, "so fuckin' beautiful like this..." he's obsessed with the knowing that only he can make you feel this good.
munch!jason todd who ruts his hips against the couch the whole time, trying not to be selfish, but it's so hard, literally, when you're making all those pretty noises just for him.
munch!jason todd who can tell you're close before you even know it. when he feels your gummy walls fluttering and clenching around his fingers, and your breath get shallow, he knows all you need is a little encouragement.
"there you go, baby, you gonna cum for me?" he tilts his head, pulling his lips away you to speak, making you whine. he huffs a laugh and goes back down to suck at your clit harder than before, making you cry out.
"mhm... fuck- cum for me, sweet girl" he smiles into your cunt, relishing in the way you tighten impossibly around his fingers when you finally let go and cum with his name on your tongue.
munch!jason todd who licks you clean like your release is liquid gold, closing his eyes and focusing purely on how good you taste.
munch!jason todd who presses a soft kiss right on your sensitive bud when he's done cleaning you up, then gazing up at you with that whipped, lovesick look in his eyes.
munch!jason todd who has a very obvious wet patch on the front of his pants when he stands up. he flops down next to you on the couch and wraps his big arms around you, kissing the top of your head and holding you as you recover form your orgasm.
munch!jason todd who leans his head down to whisper sweetly to you, "you're jus' too good, baby"
an: feeding you horny bastards (affectionate), also i'm not a medical student, so apologies in advance for any misrepresentations!
warnings/tags: dick grayson x f! reader, dick grayon x med student! reader, fingering, pet names (honey bunch, sweetums/sweetheart, baby, luvie, dickie, sunshine, sweet girl, birdie, baby love), reader knows he's nightwing, dash of role play as doctor/patient, dick riding (sorry not sorry)
wc: ~1.4k
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your gaze flickers up when you hear footsteps. dick drops in through the window, still in his Nightwing suit. you’re immediately on your feet, running over. he is hunched over, holding his ribs, he smells of blood and sweat and he’s panting–you immediately lose your train of thought and you try not to cum in your pants. you reach out, brushing his hair out of his eyes; you love how he’s growing it out. “you okay?”
“Mmhmm, baby love.” dick nods with a wince, “i think some goon broke my ribs.”
you press your lips together, taking his arm and putting it over your shoulders and walk with him to the couch, you ease him down, kissing his head. “take off as much of the suit as you can, sunshine. i’ll getting my supplies.”
dick nods, pulling off his mask and unzipping his suit, you stop and stare for a moment, your brain short circuiting at the sight of his chest, even covered in bruises. he looks up at you, catching your gaze. “like what you see, honey bunch?”
you blush, feeling like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “i’ll be right back, sunshine.” you leave the living room, going into the bathroom and rummaging through the medicine cabinet. you select tape and gauze and pull out some ibuprofen as well. arms full, you pad back into the living room, trying not to blush more seeing dick half naked, pulling off his gloves with his teeth.
you were a medical student in your final year, so you were used to helping him out with minor injuries like this. hell, you two were dating and you two had seen a lot more of each other than him shirtless, but for some reason it was different tonight. you sit down next to him, wiping away the blood and bandaging up his middle carefully. when you are done, you get up and grab some ice to help with the pain and swelling and dick catches your hand. “can you hand me some ibuprofen please, sweetums?”
you stick the pill into your mouth, leaning forward and kissing him, opening your mouth and running your tongue along the seam of his lips. you push in the pill before slowly pulling away, “be right back, dickie.” you say slowly, eyes half lidded.
dick smirks, palming your ass, before watching you walk out of the room. you return quickly and press an ice pack to his ribs. he sharply inhales, his hand covering yours. your eyes meet and you lean in, letting your breaths mix. “is that better, patient?” you ask softly, your voice dropping into a lower octave.
“yes, thank you, doctor.” dick says, eyes plunge to your lips, watching them edge a little closer.
“birdie,” you preen as dick’s hands begin to pull open your pants.
“yes?” he smirks, his hand dipping into your lounge shorts, touching down on your clothed cunt.
you inhale sharply at your touch. “you’re to be resting, patient.”
“‘m still resting, doctor.” dick groans, feeling your slick dampen the fabric of your far too thin panties.
“true,” you cut yourself off with a moan when his thumb presses down on your clit.
“what was that, doctor?” he asks with shit eating grin.
“what i meant was, patient, a-after,” you lose your words when he pulls your panties aside and shoves a finger inside your entrance.
“after i prep you, doctor, you can ride me.” he curls his finger inside you, and you arch your back under his ministrations. “sounds good, sweetheart?”
“yes, patient.” you nod your head, gasping when he shoved aside your top, watching your tits bounce before leaning forward and attaching his mouth to your nipple. he sucks hard enough to leave a bruise as his free hand wrapping around your back, keeping you close. he adds another finger, scissoring you open, his mouth leaving a trail of saliva and hickey as it goes from one nipple to the other. you moan, loving how he opened you up so sweetly. heat coils in your lower stomach, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, kissing the top of his head. “fuck me up, dickie.” you whisper into his scalp, running a hand through his hair, gently tugging at the length.
he moans a little, the timbre of his voice sending vibration through your body. “‘m promise, luvie. gotta cum for me first.”
you nod, panting, “‘m so close, you’re so g-good to me.” his fingers keep a consistent pace, his thumb pressing down harder on your clit. you moan out your release, hips bucking into his touch. His fingers keep going, easing you through the aftershocks. you shudder, lean forward, cupping his face and bringing it to yours with a kiss.
“Lovebug,” dick slowly pulls his fingers out of you and you whine at the loss of contact. “shh, i know, you gotta take the clothing off.”
you nod, standing on shaky legs, peeling off your lounge shorts and underwear, reaching out and lowering his suit just enough to expose his cock, pumping him slowly. he catches your chin before you can blow him, tilting it up to meet your eyes, panting. “ride me, sweetheart, p-please—need to be—in you.” you lean forward and kiss him, prolonging the kiss as you straddled his lap, pumping him again and positioning him right at your entrance. “go ahead, luvie, when you’re ready.”
you pant, lowering your hips to just take his tip, swirling around before slowly moving more downward, moaning at the stretch and having to pause. he grips your hips hard enough to leave bruises, his mouth suckling your neck, leaving his mark on you. you descend more, hands scoping out his chest before gripping his shoulders. you finally take him in fully, whimpering at how full you feel. he kisses your pouty lips. “c’mon, sweet girl, take your time.”
“‘m tryin’, baby boy.” you whisper, before slowly moving up and then back down, setting a steady pace, pushing his shoulders back against the couch. “lemme look at you.”
dick allows himself to be pinned there, watching your tits bounce and your cunt devour his cock. he loved his view almost as much as you loved yours—seeing him sweaty and panting and desperate for you. gradually, you slightly increase your pace, one hand taking down your hair and sliding the hair tie on your wrist. you lean forward, moaning at the new angle, one hand cupping the back of his head, bringing his neck to your lips, leaving your own bruises. He moans, the sound close to your ear, sending shivers down your spine, asking for permission to cum.
“go right ahead, baby love.” you whisper, lips pressing against his jaw before meeting his mouth with a kiss. he thrusts his hips up, fucking his cum into you.
“dickie, ‘m close.” you pant, “can i cum again, please?”
“fuck yeah, luvie.” he moves his hips faster, and you meet his ministrations, until you cum, your hips still but richard everlovin’ grayson fucks you through a second orgasm until you pull off of him. you collapse on the couch beside him, feeling a little sore but mostly satisfied. you let yourself catch your breath before checking on his ribs, ensuring the ice is still pressed to him.
“you wanna move to the bedroom?” you quietly ask.
he nods and you assist him to walk over to your shared bedroom. you rock the pooh look, wearing only your shirt as you peeled off the rest of his suit, wipe him clean with baby wipes and slide up a new pair of boxers up his legs before tucking him in. you pad out to the living room, collecting your clothes and the spare medical supplies and putting the medical supplies away, grabbing a glass of water and heading back to the bedroom. you put the soiled clothes away, put the glass of water on the nightstand and pull out a new pair of underwear and sleep shorts, stepping into them individually putting on a show for dick’s loving stare. “you see something you like?”
“mhm,” he nods, smiling as you approach, pulling a (his) shirt over your head crawling under the cover beside him. “can i be little spoon?”
you laugh and nod, he flips over onto the side without the bruised ribs, you wrap your arm around him gently and he presses his back against your chest with a smile.
an: dedicated to you horny bastards. still working on my 300 follower special and Of Casts and Ruin, here’s a little something something to get us through, even it’s on the shorter side ;)
cw/tags: p in v, fem! reader, lotus position, cowgirl, nipple play, hickeys, praise, pet names galore (girlie, sweetheart, luvie, dickie, baby/baby love, good/sweet girl)
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“dick, ah fuck”
you were riding him, deep strokes, not taking all of him because he’s simply too big.
he’s goading you, sitting up with his hands cupping your face, “oh, yeah, all the smack talk and the pretty princess’s pussy can’t even take my whole dick.”
“f-fuck you.” you grit out, entirely too focused on his dick spitting you open to form complete sentences.
“ooh girlie, i know you want to.” dick smirks, leaning in for a kiss.
you put your hand in his chest, and he lets you push him back down, back flush against the bed.
you moan at the new angle, leaning forward a little and continuing to ride him. his hands move to your hips, guiding you into a steady pace.
“that’s it, sweetheart, you’re doing such a good job.” dick says, you preen, blushing at the compliment. he slaps your ass, “c’mon, luvie, finish me off”
“‘m trying,” you groan, your speed stuttering, you were so close.
one of dick’s hand rises, cupping your breast, tweaking your nipple. you moan and lean back, he sits up, taking the stiff peak into his mouth and suckling sweetly. you moan, hips losing their rhythm, until his hands lock around them, guiding you back to your pace. his mouth works his way to your other nipple, leaving a trail of salvia and hickeys in his wake.
your hands slide in his hair, pressing his head close to you chest. dick’s hips buck up, and you’re unsure who’s fucking who, so you pant out his name, “dickie, oh my god.”
“only god here is me. i got you, baby love. cum for me, please.” dick smirks. you moan but nod, chasing your release, until he thumbs your clit. “gotta take care of my girl, cum for me, sweetheart.”
with the added pressure, he unlocks your orgasm, a toe curling, seeing stars kind that makes you grip his hair tighter, feeling unsteady.
dick slows his motions, his mouth works away from your breasts, kissing up your neck. “good girl.” he uses your real name to ground you and bring you back into the moment.
“dickie, did you cum?” you ask, almost ashamed.
“not yet, sweet girl. we can work on that the next round.” dick smiles and winks at you.
“mmhmm.” you nod, thoroughly cock drunk. “can we start that now?”
omgomgomgomg ily2 also aaaah it was so cute I loved it thank you for satisfying my Dickie obsession
now make it nsfw 😏😈🤭
an: lovely dickie anon you are crazy, ily. have some head (canons), im trusting that you are an adult, yeah?
warnings: 18+, MDNI, oral (m and f receiving—at different times), dick x f!reader, fingering, choking, pet names (sweetheart, beloved, pookie bear, sweetums, pretty girl, beloved), some fluff at the end as a treat
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dick is a certified munch. one time he saw you looking a little too cute in that sundress and you were late to your dentist appointment. he is lowkey obsessed with your bush, the first time he went down on you, he made a little disappointed noise, noting your baldness down there. (since then, you occasionally trim, your beloved is much happier now.)
dick learned how to safely choke you, and bro hasn’t stopped. he will drag you back for another kiss by the throat, preening at the compliment of your moan.
he teases you for being so easy to turn on. some make out session later and his hand is dipping into your panties, groaning at your damp cunt. “all this for me, sweetheart?”
he figured out so quickly that you have a praise kink. you were giving him head and he said “you’re doing so well, pretty girl” and you ramped up your pace until his brain short circuited.
he teases you a lot, fingers in your pussy, curling them until you’re moaning his name, asking to cum, and he pulls away. he enjoys watching you thrash and your pretty cunt clench around nothing. it’s a little sadistic, but damn you look so pretty all flushed and wanton he can’t help himself.
in public, he calls you pookie bear and sweetums and honey bunch of oats because he’s dick. ofc he would. what surprised you was the possession in his voice the first time he called you sweetheart in private. there is a softer side to him that only you get to see, it’s quite sweet.
dick has been in love with you for ages, you started out friends after meeting at some gala bruce dragged him to. getting together felt like a natural progression of things, with you two sleeping together before make it official. you’re his safe space, a spot to sleep softly and rest after patrol. you learned to tell which smiles are fake and how to make his coffee. you know the story of all his scars, the one you can see and the ones you can’t. and you wouldn’t change it for the world :)
Jason is extremely protective, but not in a controlling way. He trusts you to handle yourself, but if someone genuinely threatens you? That person is about to learn why Gotham fears the Red Hood. If anyone insults you he’ll casually go.
“You wanna repeat that? Slowly.”
Jason loves reading. Like really loves it. Your dates sometimes include, Quiet nights on the couch, Sharing headphones
Him reading poetry aloud. He’ll absolutely read things from Jane Austen or classic literature just to see your reaction.
Jason loves taking you on midnight motorcycle rides through Gotham. Your arms wrapped around his waist while the city lights blur past. He pretends it’s for patrol, but honestly he just likes having you close.
Jason is touch-starved but doesn’t realize it at first. Once you’re dating though, He rests his chin on your head, Pulls you into side hugs and Absentmindedly holds your hand. If you run your fingers through his hair he will melt instantly.
Jason has been through a lot (especially after the Joker incident and everything that happened with Batman). So when he trusts you. He tells you things he’s never told anyone else. Lets you see him without the armor. Lets you patch up his injuries after patrol.
Those quiet moments mean everything to him.
Jason loves junk food dates. Burgers, fries, late-night diners, street food. He’ll steal fries off your plate and say:
“Relax, I’m taste testing for poison.”
He teases you constantly. Calls you nicknames like, Trouble, Pretty thing, Baby. If you tease him back he secretly loves it.
After a rough night he sometimes just collapses beside you. Doesn’t say anything. Just holds you quietly while he decompresses. Those moments are when Jason feels safe.
Jason’s reaction if someone makes you cry. Cold. Terrifying. Immediate. But when he comes back to you he’s gentle again:
“Hey… look at me. Nobody gets to hurt you. Not while I’m around.”
The real truth about dating Jason Todd: You’re loving someone who’s been hurt deeply, but if he chooses you, he loves fiercely, loyally, and forever.
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