ᥫ᭡ minor unknown age , sfw writer , askbox & requests open for once , currently writing for dc gachiakuta blue lock invincible , living in my own world and my own bubble 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒
BUT GENUINELY???? I think dick would be very very very happy if you asked him because he is the infamous acrobat. this would mean spending time with dickie and he would love to do so — he is very nice with his instructions and would guide you slowly until you understand every step
unpopular opinion but I think damian would too, that is if he is in a good mood. you have to ask him when he is about to start training or finished (preferably after training) and then he would probably call you unathletic or smth of that sort. he is not very nice, not like dick. his instructions are sharp and he will grumble if you don’t follow his pace
definitely cass! i think that she may feel like a little honoured and MAYBE even flustered (?) but she will try her best to teach you. she doesn’t remember many people asking her to teach them something, you are probably one of the first. she is definitely a little mix of dick and damian, sharp instructions yet very understanding and goes on slowly
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okay you can fuse your knowledge together because like,, you read so many fics and now it’s time to fuse together whatever you remember
𝝑𝑒 ⏜ ︵ death and despair of sweat , dick grayson 𓈒
"—Listen..." you trail off, "as much as I love you, I need distance."
Dick practically deflates at your words, the corners of his mouth weighing down, shoulders sagging. He looked helpless, vulnerable as if he has been hit with a punch into his heart.
Well, it certainly felt like one.
"But I love you..."
"But it's hot." a part of you is feeling guilty yet you meant it.
You heave out a sigh, a long and deep exhale as your lips form a thin line. "I love you. Please don't be mad at me." you boop his nose lightly, "but it's too hot to cuddle."
"Our daily cuddles! You cannot just—just cut them out of our lives!" he whines, still propped up on one arm.
"I can and I am doing it right now." it was too tired to argue.
"But I love you!"
"I never said I didn't!"
"Cutting off cuddles is the first step of saying you hate me!"
"It's too hot, Richard!" seems like it was too hot to think too.
He gasps, loud and dramatic, "did you just call me that?"
"Okay, first of all that is your first name. And second of all, it's so hot that I cannot think straight." you groan inwardly.
"All excuses." he drops into the bed again with a pouty expression, "you just hate me and you are actively using the heat as an excuse."
"Dick—"
"Well, it's Richard now." he corrects you with pettiness.
"Richard, you are sweaty, I am sweaty and you know that I hate sweat." he huffs, furrows his brows and narrows his eyes. Did you just call him that again?
"I see, you are even saying that. You must hate me."
"You know I hate sweating and you still want to fuse our sweat together—you want to kill me! Doesn't that mean you are the one who hates me?"
"Me? Hate? You? I don't..!" he argues back desperately as another choked out huff leaves his lips, "I love you too much to even think about it."
"Obviously, you don't if you still want to cuddle even though you know why I refuse."
"You are manipulating me right now! You hate me and want me to die!"
"Dude—"
He gasps again. You groan again.
"You actually hate me. You want me dead and buried."
The rest of the night is him sighing out in contentment and you frowning the whole time after you decided to give up.
─── ❨ 𝐧. ❩ there is a saying that wherever your beauty marks are , it is the place your past lover kissed you :: beauty marks are his reminders to show you the depth of his love !
content ⸝⸝ jason todd x fem . reader , drabble , fluff , suggestive , 0.76wc 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒
"I have another one." you blink slowly.
Eyes set on your inner wrist—another beauty mark. Weird. You've been tracking your beauty marks for a while after noticing the growing amount of them.
"Really?" Jason hums, his gaze fixated on you since the very start, letting it wander around and eventually getting lost on your body, "c'mere."
You follow and make your way to him because you know—know too damn well that he has one goal in mind — to love you eternally and more than you've ever been loved.
Jason had this one habit of being a little competitive, wanting to beat sorts of people and even your lovers in your past life. As silly as this might sound, there is this certain phrase said by too many to comfort, to highlight beauty marks.
Beauty marks are there, where your past lover kissed you — and he fully believes every word of it.
So he made it his mission to litter you with kisses, to pamper you with affection and love that you've never experienced before to know the depth of his feelings.
"You love me so much." you tease, letting him hover above you as soon as you lay down in bed.
"I believe I don't love you enough." he whispers, taking a hold around your wrist to kiss the beauty mark, "can't find myself getting beat by your past lovers, y'know?"
You laugh, corner of your eyes crinkling at his words.
He smiles, lips pressed against your skin.
"For a man of your big age, you certainly believe the silliest sayings."
"It's just my excuse to love you a little more." because he doesn't know another way of showing.
He plants his knee right between your knees, on hand sliding under your neck while letting his lips ghost over your jaw down to your collarbone — starting to nip and lick as if he was possessed.
"Hey... Stop that—!" you let out a shaky breath, heat rushing to your neck where his hand was.
Unfortunately, he doesn't listen. And you know your words are only a mere whisper in the back of his mind.
Too lost in the moment, too intoxicated with you, too infatuated with your bare body—Jason treats you like divinity.
As if your love is the only thing that keeps him grounded, as if you are his absolute one and only — his god, his universe. And he makes sure you feel every moment of it.
He exhales lowly and it fans against your skin, tickling it slightly. He acts as if you're his oxygen, he moves as if you've enchanted him as if he isn't only obsessed with your body but also about your entire soul.
It doesn't take long until he reaches the very end, sitting between your legs and moving his hands with fluidity.
"I feel embarrassed." you whisper, staring up to him and biting the inside of your cheek.
"Don't—please." he murmurs, planting one hand right on your waist and grasping your ankle with the other, raising it into the air.
His lips connects with the beauty mark on your ankle, his eyes never leaving your flustered expression.
"It's unfair—god." the heat getting the best of you.
"I always loved that about you." he hums smoothly.
The hand, that was placed against your hip, now slides down to your thigh and caresses it gently before using his using his other hand to place your ankle right over his shoulder.
"You get so flustered whenever I do the smallest things..." he continues to push the heat and leans down, "reacting to all sorts of acts."
"No—not at all..." you lie and suck in a sharp breath.
A tinge of shyness overcomes you as he dips down to kiss the last beauty mark right on your inner thigh—dangerously close to your most sensitive part.
"Let me get a taste of you, sweetheart."
"You act like a dog..."
"I practically am, grew up on the streets of Gotham." he secures your thigh over his shoulder and guides your hand to his hair.
"Haha, very funny." you can't help but bite back, "my favourite, nasty dog."
"Right—then treat me like that, won't ya?"
Your hand tangles itself within his dark, tousled hair, your fingers curl around the locks.
Jason stares at you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle and your stomach flutter in a funny manner.
He smiles. Not grinning, not smirking. As if he has already won.
"I love your beauty marks." his head dips down, "reminds me that I gotta be fuckin' grateful."
imagine a fic where reader gives fatson todd alot of burgers on their anniversary oh what that's crazy wow
home cooked even, and you are teasing him that his stomach may get soft and he’s going to tell you “don’t worry, this is the real reason I actually train for” and then “I will make sure I will get an exercise with you tonight” and you deadpan because you cannot take this man seriously with a mouth full of burger and sauce clinging everywhere on his face
