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Beach dates, birthday cakes

𝜗ৎ tags/tw: slice of life, established relationship, pet names, flirting, suggestive language, birthday celebrations, fluffffffff!!!, domestic bliss, not proofread

ও˖ ࣪⊹ pairing: jason todd x f!reader

𝜗ৎ a/n: haaaaaaaappyyyy birthdayyyyyyy tooo meeeer💥🔥💥🔥💥🔥 guyss i was going to post another fic(it was going to be smut) but ive lowk been procrastinating and now im writing whenever im not doing anything, but i hate writing smut when im not in the mood💔💔 i failed you all, apologies (i might post it tomorrow)(bday sex vro)(it was going to be so good)(i say as if i even think im good at writing smut LOL)

Jason didn't like celebrating his birthday that much, but when it came to you, he'd go beyond everything just to show you how much love and appreciation he held for you. He loved to read in between the lines of what you said to make sure he made you feel special on your day, because your whole existence was like a godly essence that graced his presence everyday.

So, unfortunately you had to work on your birthday, but that wasn't much of a setback for Jason. He made sure he had his day off so he could prepare everything for you, the nerves and anticipation of you not liking the day he had prepared were exponentially growing, but he'd just have to trust himself on this.

The first thing he had to do was pick you up from work, he arrived a few minutes early so you wouldn't need to wait for him, and now he was leaning against his car door with a beautiful bouquet of multiple of your favourite flowers.

When he saw you walking up to him, his whole face lit up. You looked tired, but to him it was like the sun was shining down on you, your smile was enough to light up his day.

As soon as you got close to him, Jason wrapped you in a tight hug.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

You took in his comforting fragrance mixed with the smell of leather and smiled into his chest.

“Thank you, Jay. The flowers are beautiful.”

“I knew you'd like them.” You rolled your eyes at his cocky smirk and leaned in for a kiss, which he happily returned.

“How was work?”

“Mm, boring as always. Couldn't wait to leave.”

Jason laughed fondly while caressing your face. “I missed you the whole day. But c’mon we have places to be.”

“Oooo, what did you plan?”

“It's a surprise, baby.” He opened the car door for you and helped you inside.

“So mysterious.”

“You know I love preparing a good surprise for you.”

“And I always love ‘em.”

He smiled at you before softly closing your door and getting into the driver's seat. As he started driving, his hand immediately went to your thigh. You told him about your day and some of the gossip about your co-workers while he listened intently. It didn't take long for you to realise he was taking you to the beach.

“Jay, are we going to the beach?” You asked excitedly.

Jason smiled at you and nodded. “I figured our picnic by the sea while the sun sets was long overdue.”

That made you gasp, that was something you mentioned wanting to do on a random day while almost falling asleep. At the time you thought he didn't pay much mind to it, and since life's been busy you didn't bring it up again. “How do you remember that?”

“I’m amazing at remembering all the things you sleepily mention.”

The sea breeze immediately made you forget all about work and the stress of your week. You always loved Jason's gifts because they weren't something loud and shiny, they represented the quiet moments you two shared and how he always listened to you, no matter the moment.

You two walked hand in hand to the beach where you could spot a picnic towel with some candles, a basket full of food and fruits scattered around.

“Aw, Jay… How did you manage to do all this?”

“My stupid brothers have to be useful for something.”

You laughed and playfully hit his arm. “This is so beautiful, I'm about to start crying.”

Jason wrapped his arm around your waist.

“So long as they're happy tears, love.”

“Definitely happy tears.”

The ocean waves mesmerized you. The sea was always your safe space, and the beach was pretty empty so the two of you could peacefully eat and talk. Even in the moments where you were silent, the warmth of your love enveloped you guys like a comforting hug, sometimes it was overwhelming. Gratefulness was what you felt, for having him and for all the beautiful memories he continued to provide you with, it was like nothing you'd ever felt.

After the sun completely set, Jason started to pack everything up. “C'mon beautiful girl, there's more waiting for you at home.”

“Is it a pet pony?”

“Yes, it talks and has a tiny hat. How did you guess?”

You laughed and helped him carry everything back to the car. When you arrived home, there were small candles and fairy lights all scattered through the entrance and living room, and on your couch sat a variety of bags.

“Go make yourself comfortable, I need to get our dinner going.” He quickly went to the kitchen and you heard a few pans clincking and the oven being turned on.

“Jay, this is so much stuff.”

“Bruce is a billionaire, he won't even notice.”

“You used Bruce's money?”

“He's my dad and he let me die once. I think I'm allowed that.”

“You're so right, babe. It's a shame you didn't use his money for that pony, though. I really believed you earlier.”

He sighed dramatically and placed his hand over his chest. “I shall order a pony as quickly as I can. I am sorry for this unforgivable mistake.”

“I'll forgive you if the food you're cooking is good.”

“Oh just wait, I asked for Alfie's recipes and he guided me through every dish. All your favourites, by the way.”

He sat next to you and handed you the biggest bag. “I hope you like your presents, love.”

Jason's gifts for you ranged from books that you had on your To Be Read list for a while, clothes that you mentioned wanting, new shoes and a beautiful necklace that paired with them. The last gift was a beautiful handwritten note. It was super poetic and it conveyed his love for you perfectly. You loved everything, and tears were definitely shed at the note.

“Thank you so much, baby. I love everything.”

“I'm so glad you do, I always worry that you won't like something. Dinner should be ready in a few, and Alfred baked you a cake.”

“Aw, that's so sweet of him.”

“Mhm,” He got closer and kissed you softly. “Not as sweet as the dessert I'll be eating, though.”

“Jason!” You giggled as he kissed you again.

“What? Today's all about you, baby.” His voice dropped an octave. “And I don't think the diner I'm cooking will be enough to satiate my hunger.”

dividers by: @thecutestgrotto

kentluv3r

lying to BOXER! JASON TODD about being a virgin… so don’t be surprised when you cum so easy!

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 CONTENT WARNINGS: lying about virginity, overstimulationnnn, teasing! boxer! jason todd, MINORS DNI ノ fem! virgin! reader, gentle sex, dirty talk, technical virginity loss, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, praise kink, tiny bit of a strength kink!

AUTHOR’S NOTE: sorry, I’ve been on a boxer! jason todd high so muchhhhh, I just love him, sorry not sorry! this is inspired by the hot concept of men lying about being virgins and cumming prematurely but make it reader because lowkey? it’s just an excuse for jason to abuse that pussy 🫠 dare i say i have knight/medieval! jason todd in the works rn cause finn bennett as aerion targaryen awoken my soul for knight! characters.

honestly, you weren’t that much of a liar.

you didn’t like to lie— there was something weird about it. something weird about looking someone in the face and lying your ass off. you only lied a couple of times about small things; being sick, not wanting to go on a date, not wanting to hang out… simple things. not things like this.

and to be completely and utterly honest; you didn’t exactly stop lying when it came to getting into bed with jason todd.

you knew who he was— a famous boxer with too many wins to count, but you acted oblivious to his boxing resume when he first approached to you at a small diner. he found you attractive when he was eating with his big brother, dick— yes. his name is dick, doesn’t like going by richard— and dick encouraged him to approach you. so you shared your number with him and began to text him.

things fell into place and a month of talking… he invited you to one of his fights. a big boxing fight, he’s the biggest name on the card. and watching from the third row as jason knocked his opponent out in the third round… you knew damn well what was going to happen later that night.

the problem? you were not quite… experienced at sex.

you have masturbated, you have touched yourself and have used sex toys on yourself. you’ve kissed people in high school and you’ve let them touch you up… but nothing as far as that. just, it hasn’t happened naturally. it wasn’t some weird obligation thing, you weren’t saving yourself for marriage or for anyone special… it just didn’t feel right any time it came down to it, so now? as a hard working adult seeing this boxer? you knew damn well you’d have to face it.

so after celebrating jason’s win at his favorite local burger place— always feeling his rough hand on yours even as you ate, you brought him to your place… and of course, when two hot people who are very attracted to each other are alone… things get hot and steamy.

he got you over the finish line with ease the moment his mouth sucked on your clit, flicking his tongue up and down and using two of his fingers in your tight cunt to cum, eating the cum off his fingers with glee as clothes came off, hair was pulled, and jason was stroking his cock with lube (mixed with a little bit of your own cum cause how could he not?).

“jason… mhm…” you whisper, your legs already spread on the bed as your hands clasped in the bedsheets. you couldn’t lie; you were absolutely nervous.

sure, you’ve played with yourself before— you’ve stuck a dildo in your cunt a couple of times. you know what it feels like to be stretched by a silicone toy that was listed as six inches long and was about five and a half inches… but this was different.

this was a real dick, a real cock attached to a very attractive boxer that you just happened to get the attention of.

jason smiled down at you as his right hand stayed on his seven inch cock, his left hand gently stroking up and down your leg as his body keeps your legs open. “you’re pretty, baby.” he whispers, leaning down and kissing your left knee. “such a cute girl… all spread f’me…”

your face heats up internally at his compliments, it felt good to be flirted with, especially by jason with his stupidly hot voice and his demeanor. “jason, mhm…” you respond back, mentally preparing yourself for how this is gonna feel— it’s just like a dildo, the stretch and the feeling, you could handle it; of course you can!

jason lined his tip up with your folds and leaned down, kissing your lips and whispering against your lips. “if you can’t handle it, tell me sweetheart, ain’t trying to hurt you, promise.”

you nod your head, wrapping both arms around his neck. “of course, jay… now fuck me.” oh the confidence you have.

he smiles at your words and press against your cunt, his tip feeling the warmness of your cunt as you seemingly let him in with no problem. he’s slow to push into you, being oh so gentle with his hips as his left hand digs into the bed, his right hand pressed on top of your abdomen as he’s careful with his ease into you.

and fuck fuck fuck— it feels so good. it feels too good.

you could barely feel anything else besides jason stretching you with his cock— naturally, this felt different than the dildo, the skin of jason’s cock different than the silicone. he was so much better and thicker than the toy, warmer than the toy as well— everything felt overwhelming that you didn’t know if you could handle much more… and the pathetic part was that he was only three inches in, he still had four more inches to go and you already feel like this.

“jason! jason! oh fuckkkkk, jayyyy.” you moan out, fingers digging into the back of his neck, your pussy fluttering ‘round him as your toes curled in the air. “s-so good… so full… oh fuck.”

he smiles above you as he kisses your moaning lips, gently continuing his movements, taking your moans as good enough to keep moving. “good girl… taking me so fuckin’ well, bet this pussy misses being treated so good.”

yeah; my pussy has never been treated any which way, but obviously— you couldn’t fucking say that, so you just moan in response, vibrating against his skin.

you felt so warm inside, you couldn’t stop your pleasure from climbing just by him pushing into you and his lips on your skin, you just couldn’t help it. it felt too fucking good.

not knowing what to do— you couldn’t stop yourself, and with barely three thrusts in… you felt yourself slipping over the same edge that his mouth brought you over. his hips don’t sputter once, his face hidden in your neck as he pressed kisses in your neck— your eyes rolling back as your nails dug into his biceps.

it felt so fucking good, your pussy was fluttering and you felt pleasure push and flow through your veins.

jason mutters a curse as he watches you, star struck by your expression and almost surprised— he’s not mean about his expression either, he’s shocked he was able to make you cum this fast… “oh baby, you already cummed?” he questions, leaning down and pressing a kiss on your lips. “good to know i make you feel this good.”

“ah— ah! oh fuck, jay!” you moan in overstimulation, back arching off the bed and pressing your breasts against his broad chest. “ah— ‘m sorry! ‘m sorry… didn’t me-mean to.”

jason looks at you with soft eyes that even makes you tear up, leaning down and kissing your cheek. “don’t apologize f’me baby, don’t ever apologize for cumming so beautifully.” he encourages, continuing his thrusts even with your orgasm melting through you. “this pussy loves me, huh?”

your fingers digs down into his back as you whine, breathing deep as jason continues to ruin you. “jay— jay, c’can’t take it— oh fuck… oh fuck!”

“you’re taking it great baby, just hold out f’me, hun, you’ll feel good again.” he whispers, kissing your lips.

the kiss is sloppy and barely there on your side, but you try to kiss him again, heat overtaking your entire body as overstimulation slowly subsidies and suddenly feeling that same build up as last time.

you whimper against his lips as your hands both thread through his messy black hair, nails yanking on him as you feel his cock drag against your walls again, his balls slapping against your cunt.

he moans as you squeeze around him, both hands holding onto your thighs. “beautiful girl… betcha you need to cum again, huh?”

nodding your head, you bite into his shoulder, the pain of the overstimulation and the pleasure of your orgasm ruins you before you could confirm anything to him; your eyes rolling back and the scream of his name gives him the confirmation.

you just cummed again and he’s looking at you like a fucking angel on this earth.

“there you go… cum, cum all over my shit, baby.” he encourages. “lemme see this pretty face fucking wrecked for me again.”

maybe lying about your virginity to your boyfriend was the best idea ever, cause it got you fucked like this!

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If anyone would like to know, the Women’s World Cup is gonna be in Brazil 2027

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Veil Nebula, Magic Wand

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✶ pillowtalk

fluff, suggestive, MDNI based on this request

✶ DICK GRAYSON

Your boyfriend was not a serious man.

When you woke up this morning, your body had been sore. Like you had been through the meat grinder kind of sore but in a good way.

You had looked over at Dick sleeping soundlessly. Half his body on top of you and half on the bed with his messy raven hair falling over his eyes, his long lashes almost brushing his sharp cheekbones.

Yeah, a very good way.

But when you got out of bed and basically limped around the apartment, he gave you the smuggest look ever. Seriously no one had ever looked as proud of themselves as he had.

You wanted to slap him. Or kiss him. You were still deciding.

That didn’t stop you for asking him for help though, since he had been the one to carry you around the apartment and draw you a warm bath. The shoulder massage he gave you in the bathtub wasn’t too bad either. Plus the pancakes he had prepared with a little smiley face on top with chocolate syrup.

But that didn’t take away from the fact that he was an unserious man.

He had known you were supposed to have lunch with your friends today so he had been an exceptional tease last night in bed. Not just a tease, he was also apparently under the impression that you were made of rubber and could bend you however he pleased.

Just because he worked out eight hours a day didn’t mean you did too. You’d be lucky to even squeeze in a workout once a week and he knew that and yet he chose to manhandle you.

Not that you were against it. He was very skilled in the bedroom and the nights where you had to just lay there for him to do all the work were your favourites.

But damn now you were limping on your way to meet your friends. You and Dick walked out of the car, hand in hand towards where your friends were sitting outside the cafe.

And he had the audacity to snicker.

“It isn’t funny!” You huffed out, hands clutching his arm to hold for balance since your legs were way too sore to even walk.

“You weren’t complaining last night,” he replied and pushed his sunglasses up on his nose, looking way too amused.

“Shut up,” you scoffed instead of replying since thats all you could do. He wasn’t wrong.

Once you reached the table, Donna, Wally and Roy immediately greeted you with hugs.

“You okay?” Donna was the first one to speak, noticing your limp.

“Yeah,” you swallowed and sat down on the chair next to Dick’s, shifting a little. “Just walked into a chair.”

“Uh huh,” Roy narrowed his eyes at Dick’s smug face.

“And was the chair named Dick Grayson?” Wally added.

“Wally!” You gasped and looked at Dick for help but he just laughed and draped his arm over the back of your chair.

The rest of the lunch went by with way too many jokes about Dick’s dick and you’d think he’d be offended by it but he was the one initiating most of them.

Like you said, unserious.

✶ JASON TODD

Jason was out running when you woke up. It was your usual morning routine –he woke up before you, gave you a small kiss on your forehead and left for a run then returned an hour later with coffee and sometimes pastries.

This time however, you had told him you were making pancakes so he wasn’t surprised to find you standing in the kitchen wearing his shirt that he discarded last night.

He walked over to you, black tank top clinging to his body due to the sweat like a second skin and if you weren’t sore from last night you would have done something about it.

The minimal clothing you were wearing –Jason’s t-shirt and panties– didn’t do a lot to hide the marks he had left on you last night. Your thighs looked like a crime scene with how many hickeys he had left there.

You waddled over to the fridge to grab the eggs when Jason noticed you.

“What’s up?” He frowned and came up behind you.

“Hmm?” You asked and cracked an egg in the bowl.

“You’re waddling like a penguin,” he pointed out.

“Oh,” you blushed and immediately looked away from him. “You know,” you shrugged.

“Babe what?” He asked and turned you around to steal all your attention.

“Last night,” you said. “You’re not exactly small.”

“Well thanks,” he gave you a confused smile. “Is that why you’re limping?”

“That and my legs being folded like a lawn chair over your shoulders for over an hour yes,” you quipped.

Jason in response let out a cackle.

“Great, hope you’re proud of yourself,” you scrunched your nose and turned back to prepare the pancake batter.

“I mean it does wonders to a guy’s ego,” Jason let out a dramatic breath. “Seven orgasms in one night is my new record.”

“Jason!” You huffed and pushed him away. “You cannot count my orgasms you freak.”

He laughed again and came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle before nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.

“Seriously though, I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked, pressing fluttering kisses to the hickeys he had left on your neck.

“No,” you hummed and craned your head back.

“You liked it?”

“Yes,” you breathed as his kisses made their way down to your shoulders.

His fingers busied themselves with massaging your hips, causing you to close your eyes in relief and rest your head back on his shoulders. Which gave him even more room to kiss on your neck.

“Let me make you feel better,” he murmured and turned you around before getting down on his knees.

“Jason,” you said through a shaky breath.

“Yeah?” He looked up at you through dark eyelashes and hooked your thigh over his shoulder. “Is this okay?”

You nodded your head which was all the permission he needed.

It was going to be a long morning.

✶ TIM DRAKE

In hindsight, waiting for your boyfriend to return from his week long mission at the manor probably wasn’t your brightest idea.

He had texted you that he would be back today and would just crash at the manor instead of coming back to your shared penthouse.

But you hadn’t seen him in a week! So it was only fair you drove to the manor and let yourself into the batcave to wait for him.

It had almost been an hour since you made yourself at home on the little beanbag chair with a book in your hands in the Batcave along with Barbara who was perched at the Batcomputer, doing whatever it is that Oracle did.

Tim returned soon along with the rest of the Bats on his Batcycle (Batman wasn’t a very creative person you were beginning to realise).

Damian made a ‘TT’ sound at you before making his way towards the shower area.

Tim on the other hand broke out in a grin the second he looked at you. He didn’t even bother taking off his mask or the suit before he was launching himself at you on the beanbag.

“Tim!” You grunted when his armoured chest collided with yours. “You’re crushing me.”

“Don’t care,” he muttered and pushed his head in the crook of your neck.

“Take a shower you stink!” You said and pushed him off.

“I see how it is,” he raised his head to look at you and if you could see his eyes behind his domino mask, you knew he would be narrowing his eyes at you. “I come back a week later after saving the world and my girlfriend says I stink.”

“You do,” Jason mumbled somewhere behind him.

“Ignore him he’s jealous,” Tim said to you before leaning down to give you a fleeting kiss. “I’ll be back,” he murmured and finally got off the beanbag to go take a shower.

That had been enough of your loving and sweet boyfriend for the night.

Because he was soon coming out of the shower without a shirt and in only a pair of sweatpants. He didn’t even bothering talking to anyone or even debriefing the case like he usually did, he just made his way towards you and picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

Thankfully everyone else was busy cleaning themselves and only Barbara was present in the Batcave. She shook her head at you like she knew exactly what was happening but didn’t want to be a part of it.

It had been a very long night.

The night for which you were paying now.

Tim’s heavy arm was thrown over your stomach in a tight grip like he never wanted to let you go.

Squinting open an eye, you flicked the bedside lamp on –having no clue what time it was outside due to the blackout curtains being drawn.

You turned over in Tim’s iron grip and looked around the room which looked like it had gotten robbed last night.

Your shirt was thrown on the floor along with your shorts, your bra dangling down the knob of the door –no clue how it got there. And your panties were probably torn in half somewhere. Even the pillows were thrown haphazardly, the covers weren’t even covering you.

Half the reason you woke up was the chill in the room causing goosebumps to rise on your naked body. The only source of heat you had was Tim’s equally as naked body wrapped around you like a koala.

You rubbed your eyes and tried to look at him. The first thing you saw were the red scratches on his chest, glowing against his pale skin and you were sure if he turned around his back would look the same.

“Tim?” You whispered and brushed his hair away from his face.

He only groaned in response and tugged you closer but his grip on your back was beginning to hurt.

“Hey,” you tried again and pushed at his shoulder –which you now saw had a bite mark on it.

Images of Tim’s bicep wrapped around your neck came to your mind but you quickly shook them off. Not the time.

“Tim come on, you’re hurting me,” you winced, which finally caught his attention.

“What?” He asked, voice laced with sleep and somehow deeper like you’ve never heard before. “Where are you hurt?”

“It just feels sore.”

“Fuck I’m so sorry,” he sat up straight in bed and leaned down to pull the covers up.

“It’s okay, you didn’t do anything I didn’t like,” you giggled when he turned around and yep his back looked every bit like his chest. Red scratches all over.

“Your back,” you whispered and reached out to lightly brush your hand over the marks. “What the fuck did we do last night?”

“I think I just missed you too much,” he chuckled. “Turn around let me give you a massage.”

“Yes please,” you moaned and turned around on your stomach to let Tim rub the soreness out of your muscles with his nimble fingers.

The knots in your muscles immediately came loose with each movement of his warm hands on your much colder body. Maybe they taught massaging the pain away at vigilante school or wherever Bruce took all the kids of his he seems to adopt.

His hands went lower to gently rest your calf over his shoulder –much gentler than last night. He pressed soft kisses to your leg as his fingers rubbed all the way to your ankles.

Later when you two went down for breakfast (it was around lunchtime), Cass and Damian gave you a disgusted look. Jason raised an eyebrow at the bite marks on Tim’s forearm while Dick only laughed in amusement. Even Barbara was staring at the hickey on your jaw since apparently Tim had forgotten he was human.

✶ BRUCE WAYNE

You were sitting on the chair in the little breakfast nook when Bruce entered the kitchen. A crossword puzzle was sat on the table next to a plate of toast and orange juice in front of you as you mindlessly scribbled on the puzzle.

Bruce came up behind you and gave you a little kiss on the back of your head before walking over to the cabinets to pull out a mug.

“Oh wait! I made you a yogurt bowl,” you said and hopped off the chair.

Bruce raised an eyebrow and watched you limping towards the fridge in nothing but his old uni sweatshirt. Your hair was falling over your shoulders, messy from a good night’s sleep. And other activities.

His eyes wandered lower to the backs of your knees where he was gripping your legs last night and sure enough there were marks to show it. For a second he was worried but when you turned around and gave him your million dollar smile, he forgot what he was thinking about.

“It has raspberries, nuts, pumpkin seeds, chia seeds. It’s good for your health,” you beamed and set it down in front of your own breakfast on the table.

Bruce joined you in a beat and eyed you as you grimaced a little while sitting down.

“Everything okay?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you said, voice a bit sarcastic which he didn’t miss.

“That’s not convincing,” he frowned.

“You rearranged my guts last night. I think that has something to do with me having trouble sitting down,” you smirked and he immediately blushed.

You heard a sudden noise from behind you and when you turned around to look, Tim was standing there, looking nauseated. “I’ll uh… have breakfast in my room…” he said.

“I didn’t know you stayed here last night,” you said to him.

“I wish I hadn’t,” he gagged and grabbed a cup of coffee before leaving the two of you alone.

Bruce scrunched his nose and turned his face towards his breakfast.

“Oh don’t go all shy now! You were very vocal last night,” you teased and nudged his foot with yours just to watch his ears turn even redder.

“I think we should take a warm bath together to you know, let our bodies heal,” he suggested.

“Uh huh,” you narrowed your eyes. “And no other reason at all.”

“Of course my darling,” Bruce smiled and tugged you out of your chair before picking you up in his arms.

“No other reason at all.”

my first multi part fic ever feeling nervous

didn’t know which photos to use so…

if you couldn’t tell i’ve been extremely tim drake pilled lately thanks to all the requests ive received for him 😭

likes comments and reblogs appreciated, hope you guys enjoy <3

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Robinssss🦇

This took so long but I'm genuinely so happy with how this turned out✨! Ughhh i love them sm!

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Here's closeups of their faces :3

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she's hereee<3

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I just had an amazing fic idea that I might write.

So picture somehow you get sent into the DC universe and you find Batman so he can figure out a way to send you back home. Your kind just corner him and are like "hey, don't freak out, but I know you're batman."

This is how I imagine it would go down.

The whole batfam ( + diana and clark) is around you with you willingly tied up by wonder womans lasso of truth so they know you are being honest.

"How do you know I'm batman?" "Well, in my universe, you're all comic book characters and I pretty much know everything about all of you."

"Like what?"

"Dick grayson is Nightwing and was in the circus. Tim Drake is red robin, which funny enough is a burger restaurant in my universe. Damian Wayne is your son and was part of the league of assassins and is now Robin. And Jason Todd is Red hood after the Joker beat the shit out him, he died, and then came back to life." They all kinda just stare at you especially Jason.

"Sorry, that was harsh. I'm realizing right now that you are actual people, so sorry about that. "

Dick jumps in and is like "so if there are comics about all of us and you know who we are, who's your favorite robin." You can't lie with lasso of truth, so before you can stop yourself you blurt out, "Jason."

They all look at you a little wierd because how can he be your favorite when he is antisocial and kills people.

"His story is my favorite and they always draw him so hot"

you cover your mouth and jason blushes from across the room.

"Dick please. Tell us something only we would know."

"Let's see. Jason is naturally a red head but dyes his hair. Dick can somehow do a quadrulple backflip but not a cartwheel. Oh, and Bruce and Clark have kissed at least 15 times, depending on the timeline."

Everyone turns to look at Bruce and he just clears his throat and says "ok, I think she's telling the truth."

Imagine how funny this would be too if Jason was working with the bats, but hadn't revealed himself yet

"And Jason todd was killed by the joker, thrown into the lazarus pit and is now the red hood."

Everyone looks shocked and stares at the red hood with his mask on.

"Oh, have you not told them yet? My bad"

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Stars fell on Gotham

Jason Todd x fem!Reader

summary: Jason finding the profound, gentle, calming love he deserves.

warning: tooth-rotting fluff, JASON IS A LOVERBOY

The little supermarket closed an hour ago. You sit cross legged on the curb with empty cookie box on your lap, while Jason sits next to you, sleeves pushed to his forearms, looking more at you than at anything else outside.

He always looks surprised whenever he realizes that you’re not running away from him. As if some part of him still expects the universe to remember who he used to be and come take this away.

You notice it in the way his shoulders stay tense for the first few minutes, in the way his eyes stay focused on you. The city has taught him that peace is temporary and love is dangerous, and those lessons do not disappear just because someone kisses him gently and asks how his day was.

So you never demand that he forget. You simply make room for him.

“Did you know that there is a planet mostly made from diamonds?” you ask him softly.

Jason glances down, then huffs a quiet laugh. “55 cancri e, right?”

“Yes! You’re so smart.”

His gaze lifts to you, and there is love written plainly across his face. “Oh really? Thank you baby.”

Jason pushes himself closer to your side, moving with that careful grace that still carries traces of old violence. He settles his side completely against your side, his long legs stretched out, shoulder pressed against yours.

You feel the exact moment he relaxes.

It is small enough that most people would miss it. The slow release of breath, the weight of him leaning just a little more fully into you, the unclenching of hands that have spent too many years and years ready to fight.

But you notice. You notice because you love him wholeheartedly. Your fingers slip into his, intertwining.

For a while, neither of you speak.

The quiet is never awkward with Jason. It feels more sacred, like standing beneath a sky so full of stars that it feels like heaven is accepting you with open arms.

Jason traces absent patterns across your knuckles, and you think about all the versions of him that have existed before you came into his life and changed it for a better version.

Then you think about this version. The one sitting on the curb at midnight, holding your hand as if he is afraid to let go.

“I had a thought earlier.” he admits, voice low.

“You can think?”

“Very funny.” He rolls his eyes, trying to look annoyed but you catch him smiling faintly. “I was on patrol, and it was quiet for once. No gunfire, no criminals, no rooftops collapsing. Seriously nothing.”

He pauses, looking down at your joined hands. He still finds it hard to believe that your soft hands are holding his round ones. “And I caught myself wanting to come home.”

The word lands gently between you. Because you hear him say this for the first time. Jason wanted to come home.

Home. Not the manor. Not a safehouse. Not Roy who acts like he’s in a relationship with Jason, and not you. Not some temporary place to sleep with one eye open. Home.

Your throat tightens. “We can go home if you want Jay.”

He closes his eyes for a moment. When he opens them again, they are softer than the city has any right to make them.

“I know we can,” he says quietly. “Now that’s the weird part.”

You turn toward him fully. The street light catches the white streak in his hair, the scar near his throat, the tiredness that never really leaves him. You cup his face with both hands, and he leans into the touch immediately, like a man who has spent too long cold and is desperate to feel the warmth everyone talks about.

“There’s nothing weird about being loved baby.” you whisper. Something in him breaks then. Not in the violent way things used to break, but in the way where his brain stops screaming at him for a moment. His forehead rests against yours, and you feel his breath tremble before it steadies.

“I can’t believe this,” he murmurs. “I used to think happiness was for other people.”

“And what do you think now?”

“Now I think it’s this.” He kisses you slowly, with the kind of care that makes the whole world narrow to warmth and breath and the soft brush of his mouth against yours. There is no urgency in it, no desperation, only pure love. When he pulls back, he stays close enough that your noses still touch.

Jason looks up where the clouds reveal a scattering of stars above Gotham’s sky. The city is nowhere near perfect with all the criminals living inside, but tonight the sky seems gentler somehow. Revealing its stars. It almost feels like a hidden message for Jason, are the stars trying to tell him that he can finally stop swimming in the deep ocean because you came to his rescue.

“Come here.” he says.

He rises and draws you with him to the front of the store. Together you stand, your arms wrapped around each other as you look up at the clearing sky.

“You think stars can fall from the sky?” he asks with curiosity in his voice.

“I don’t think so.” you laugh at him. What does that even mean? Can stars fall from the sky?

“Funny,” he says, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Feels like one fell right into my arms.”

You smile, and he feels it against his cheek. You try your absolute best to not cry at how sweet and sincere he is.

For so long Jason has lived as if he is waiting for the next loss, the next betrayal, the next disappointment, the next hand reaching into the dark to drag him back under. But here with your heartbeat steady beneath his palm, he finally understands something he never lets himself believe.

Love is not something that blinds people and lures them into a trap. Love does not ask for permission to be let in.

Love is a place. A place where he can just sit down and breathe for a little while. A place where his name is spoken gently. A place where he is not a warning or a tragedy, but simply a man who is tired and loved and safe.

And Jason is sure that love is a beautiful person, too. A person who chose him and his problems, and turned him into a man he usually reads about in books.

You tilt your head back against him. “What are you thinking about?”

Jason presses a kiss into your hair.

“That I’ve spent my whole life surviving,” he confesses. “And with you, I finally get to live.”

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﹙ 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 ﹚ 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ─── 𝗉𝗍. 𝟤

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☆゙ DON'T YOU LOVE ME #𝟢𝟢𝟤

──────── SYNOPSIS ⚘ when you think they don't love you anymore.

𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 . dick grayson. jason todd.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 . fem reader. obsession. unhealthy attachments. a lil bit of smut (𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄). toxic romance. they're both kinda insane. nothing serious dw. angst with comfort? ⠀ᰔ

DICK GRAYSON

He notices before you say anything.

You stop reaching for his hand first.

You smile...

But it doesn't quite reach your eyes.

You start saying "it's okay" a little too quickly.

Like you're trying not to ask for too much.

But it's fine.

Dick fix it.

You're probably just tired.

You probably just need space.

It's fine he can do it.

He's giving you space.

See?

You should be comfortable now, right?

Right?

"So..."

Hmm?

"...do you still love me?"

What did you just say?

His stomach drops.

Did... did you just say that?

"What?"

"You don't have to lie."

"I'm not—"

"I know people get tired."

Stop.

You're breaking his heart now.

How can you even compare him to other "people"?

He's not other people.

He's Dick. Dick Grayson.

The guy who stalked you for a whole year and then asked you out and has been pretending he likes My Little Pony for three years now because you have a stupid fucking obsession with it.

So no he's not OTHER people.

He's across the room before you can open your mouth again.

Both hands cupping your face.

"Look at me."

You do.

So pretty.

"I love you."

"..."

"I loved you this morning."

A kiss to your forehead.

"I loved you yesterday."

Another.

"I'll love you tomorrow."

Another.

"And every stupid Tuesday after that."

You're crying now.

Awww.

You're such a crybaby.

"Come here baby."

And you do.

You lean into him and let him finally—finally hold you.

Good girl.

Such a good fucking girl.

He spends the rest of the night reminding you.

How much he loves you. How much he wants you. How much he worship you.

He keeps your hips pinned to the bed with his mouth on your clit even though you just squirt in his mouth.

"D-Dick... please..."

Fuck...

You're shaking.

You're breathless.

You're crying from pleasure.

He missed this.

He fucking love this.

He fucking love you and your cute face and your bouncy tits and your soft thighs and your pretty pussy—

Shit.

Did he just...

Damnit.

See what you do to him?

He just cum in his pants. It's all your fault.

And yet you're so fucking dumb you think he doesn't love you—

No not dumb.

He actually don't like to use that word.

It's mean.

He don't want to be mean to you.

He loves you after all.

"Shhh baby don't cry. It's alright, it's over now."

Then he kiss your tears and do the things he does every night.

Little things.

Holding your hand.

Playing with your hair.

Looking at you every few seconds just to smile.

Pretty girl.

His dumb pretty girl.

rumwik

I do not think Marvel's "what if" series asked the right questions. We could have had this

bernthralized

thinking about bf!jason todd comforting his worried reader after coming home from patrol.

just imagine it —- jason’s absolutely sure he shouldn’t be kissing you right now, but it feels too safe to let go. it’d been a long night and getting to see you at the end of patrol, awake and worried for him, made his heart race.

“i’m okay,” he whispers against your lips, brushing the tears on your eyelashes with the pads of his thumbs. about seven missed calls and a barrage of texts lit up his busted phone while on patrol, all from you with your worried thoughts over getting hurt tonight. of course he couldn’t think of anything else for the next few hours.

hands finding their way to your shoulders, he holds you steady, pulling away breathless and unashamed. both of your faces flushed, he glances down at your lips again, thinking.

“not a single person managed to put a finger on me tonight.” he tilts your head back enough so that you can scan the roughness of his face from your angle, forehead beaded up with sweat and cheeks stained with what looked like soot from a fireplace. it was a rather comical sight — dramatic and beautiful at once.

your sniffling is reduced to a bout of hiccups, calmed by the sweetness of jason’s lips once again. he’d love to talk it out with you and ask what made you worry, but he also knows the best medicine for your worries has always been kisses before anything else. they’re your seal of approval that, even when he’s tired and everything could’ve gone wrong, jason’s alive. he’s there, he’s heaving into your mouth like a madman, he’s floored by just how upset you’d gotten throughout the night.

he presses you back against the entry door, sliding his fingers over the plush of your hips and tilting his head to the side. “i’m here, sweetheart,” he reassures, tongue gliding over yours. it’s dizzying, completely unlike the calm man you know, everything done in both haste and affection. absolute perfection.

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Five | Afterglow | Daylight

Pairing - Rhysand x reader

Word count - 2.1k

Warnings - None

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Waking up beside Rhysand was always a gift. A rare, quiet kind of bliss that I hoarded like treasure—especially when I woke first.

The room was still bathed in soft lavender hues, the velvet curtains filtering the morning sun in long, sleepy streaks across our sheets.

And there he was, Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, looking utterly mortal and heartbreakingly beautiful with his hair a dark tousled mess, his lashes fanned against his cheeks, lips slightly parted as he slept.

I grinned. Mischief already sparked in my chest.

Carefully, I shifted, climbing on top of him until I was sprawled along the hard planes of his stomach. His body was warm beneath mine, all sculpted strength and quiet power, but his expression remained peaceful. For now.

I leaned in close, my lips brushing his ear.

"Rise and shine, High Lord," I whispered, voice sing-song and syrupy.

And then I attacked.

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