“Is it okay for a girl to be this strong?”

ꨄ𝙴𝚟𝚊ꨄ |She/Her| 19 Currently obsessed with Suguru Geto & Jason Todd

[mariet-eva]

♡︎Welcome to my blog♡︎

Hi there! I'm Eva and welcome!

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Fandoms I will write: My Hero Academia, Jujutsu Kaisen, Demon Slayer, Attack on Titan, and maybe Marvel. But most of the time I write for anime.

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My Masterlist

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This is will be a SFW blog only since I'm probably bad at writing NSFW and kinda shy with it.

And I will NOT be writing incest like stepbrother/stepsister etc because that is disgusting.

I don’t consider myself a good writer but I usually write for fun and doing my best! <3

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𝐏𝐥𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 👉🏽🚪 𝐏𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠!

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𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧! 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 :)

𝐁𝐲𝐞! <3

[invincibledc]

𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 #FRY STEALER

fem!reader x Jason Todd

when a certain fry thief keeps trying to play in your face.

You and Jason were at a simple diner, a simple little snack since you and Jason were bored on a simple Saturday.

And what’s better than rotting in your shared apartment?

Eating.

You ordered a simple burger and fries, and this hunk of muscle ordered two burgers and his own side of fries.

So basically he had his own fries. So why in the hell every time you look away or look at your phone, your fries get to a lower fry count each time?

You raised a brow while you put down your burger that had a big bite in it. Jason had inhaled his burger in just two bites.

“Jay.. did you take my fries?” You asked, raising a brow when Jason gave you a veryyyy ‘confused’ look.

“No? I have my own set of fries.” He responded, gesturing to his own fries that lay perfectly ….

Actually, they aren’t even in the damn basket. He’d basically vacuum the damn string fries down his throat.

Fucking food dumpster.

“Jason.” You said sternly as he chewed his other burger as if he wasn’t going to finish it in two big bites.

“I ain’t do nothin' babe.”

“Mhm.”

You then looked outside, watching as people walked past the window. But your eyes caught movement.

There you saw Jason reach his hand quickly to your basket of fries.

Swiftly, you turned your head around and pointed to him.

“AH HA! CAUGHT YA!” You exclaimed and moved to grab the fry basket towards you.

But Jason was quicker. Of course he was.

He literally shoved a whole bunch of fries in his mouth and smirked at your bewildered face.

“You're not getting them back,” Jason said with his mouth full and muffled. You stuck your tongue at him.

“Just big and greedy!” You mocked the green-eyed male who just chewed your fries in pure victory.

[magikcheese3]

Who did this to you?

I know I know this is an overused trope, but I LOVE IT

Jason Todd x reader oneshot

Masterlist

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Everything hurt. Your body ached, the right side of your face still throbbing, a bruise already beginning to bloom beneath your skin.

Rain slicked the sidewalk, street lamps casting Gotham in a hazy orange glow. Fog curled through the sleeping city as you climbed the stone steps to your townhouse, cold air brushing against your bare fingers.

The door opened with a soft click.

Warmth greeted you instantly, along with the scent of garlic and something frying on the stove. Near the entrance sat a pair of black, mud-streaked boots.

Jason was home.

Despite the worry twisting in your stomach, you smiled. You didn’t want him to see you like this. You exhaled sharply through your nose before stepping in.

"Jason? I'm home." you called out trying to be as normal as possible. Leaning against the wall to take off your shoes.

"Hey gorgeous, dinner's almost ready." His voice echoes through the hallway as you make your way to the small kitchen.

Jason's standing there, black hoodie paired with matching sweat pants - back turned to you.

"So, how was your day?" he asks, voice cheery than usual.

You grunt, wrapping your arms around him as you rest your forehead on his back - taking in his scent of something metallic and smoke.

"It was... something." you mumble, closing your eyes shut. "I'm just glad you're here tonight."

Jason's body stiffens, freezing before looking over his shoulder - brows furrowed, voice low. "Did something happen?"

You don't look up, fingers curling around his hoodie just a little tighter. "No.. nothing happened."

"Babe," Jason turns, lowering your hands while still holding onto your wrists. Steady, calloused and warm. "Hey look at me."

That's when he lets go, catching your chin to tilt it up for you to face him, but you don't have the heart to fully meet his gaze.

For a moment everything goes silent, just you and Jason standing in the middle of the kitchen.

"Who did this to you." Jason muttered, almost in disbelief - thumb brushing over your redden cheek.

You swallow hard, pushing against his chest but his hands find your waist - holding you there. "It doesn't matter, I don't want to cause trouble."

"Who said I was going to cause trouble?" his voice is bitter, jaw locked.

"Now I'm not going to ask this again. Who did this to you."

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I'M SAT

PLEASE SIR ORDER ME AROUND

[talesofanemerald]

Idc, normalize kink shaming. Cause y'all be using “don’t kink shame” and “it’s fiction” to excuse being into incest, pedophilia, cannibalism, etc. Like, be so fr, you ship a 14 year old with a 30 year, want to get railed by your dad and want to see two brothers f*ck each other. I don’t engage with things fictionally that I don’t like/wouldn’t want to do in real life. Yes, I’m judging you.

[tchetcheca]

i can't really explain it but yn and reader are two completely different people

[cinna-creme]

a/n: thinking abt being super sleepy and kiss drunk with katsuki

“no more.” he mumbles against your lips.

“one more kats please?” you chase after his lips as he pulls back.

“you’re fallin asleep, princess.” he kisses you again and you whine.

“kats one more.” you blink your heavy lids up at him “kiss me til i fall asleep.” you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to the bed with you.

“suppose.” he sighs and presses his lips softly to yours.

he peppers kisses across your lips, smiling with each soft sound that comes from you. he slides his tongue along the seam of your lips, slowly pushing in as he cradles your face. he deepens the kiss, thumbs stroking across your cheeks trying to lull you to bed.

your arms unravel from his neck and he pulls back to pepper the softest kisses across your face. he pulls the covers up and places a kiss on each of your eyelids before leaning back and admiring you.

“love you.” one last kiss to your lips before he curls around you.

[messi-mooni]

So mad at how long this took

[strange-birb]

Typical night of patrol lol

Based off of a post by @oh23

[thelolaveart]

whimsical kiss

[honeysucklewatr]

married to bruce wayne, you’re still not used to luxury.

bruce wayne loved to see you wear the things he bought you, always shoving his card into your pocket or sliding it into your purse when you weren’t looking. he had tim set up his card as your apple pay and you didn’t realize until your bank account didn’t budge since your last paycheck. he didn’t quite enjoy the fact that you paid for your own things. even if he wouldn’t tell you to quit your job, he wanted you to save it up for something else, something he wouldn’t be around for.

now you’re in a boutique in paris with him.

he’s brought you for a business deal, but slipped away during lunch to take you sight seeing. bruce was the one to bring you to this store, even if he didn’t like to admit how much he loved to take you shopping and watch you twirl around in the pretty skirts while he pretended not to have a raging hard on.

you were distracted by a gorgeous black dress, clad in soft lace that looked carefully woven into the fabric. silk lining in the inside that felt like it was barely there when you held it in your palm. striking like a midnight sky that blurred over gotham while the sounds of the city were masked behind those bulletproof windows bruce had built.

the price tag was hefty, so many zeroes that you questioned whether you should do your part and actually eat the rich, starting with your husband.

you didn’t feel his presence lurking closer behind you. you didn’t notice when he looked away from his phone, responding to emails while he let you pick something out, even when you said over and over you didn’t need anything.

“get it.”

the sound of his voice made you actually jump, turning around with your hand clutching your chest.

“fuck me— bruce! stop doing that!” pushing lightly at his hard chest.

he gives you the smallest, amused smile, just barely there so you couldn’t tell anyone of it.

“get it. it’ll look beautiful on you,” he takes the dress off the hanger from in front of you, “or off you. whatever point of the evening we’re at.”

you roll your eyes at him, following behind him while he continues to sift through another rack of clothing. shoving his phone into his pocket, he puts the dress over his shoulder and pulls out another from its hanger.

“oh,” he starts, holding it in front of him while you remained blocked by his huge stature, back blocking the view of what he held, “this is scandalous.”

“bruce, i don’t need any more clothes really. you buy me enough,” sighing as you rounded his enormous back to gape at the dress he held, “wha—that can’t be for me, i’m not wearing that!”

he turned to you, tilting his head with the worlds softest feigned stern expression etched across it, “it’s beautiful.”

you’re shaking your head, “not for me! do you see how short it is? and the neck line is so low!”

“are you claiming you wouldn’t look good in it?”

“i’m saying i’m not wearing it anywhere, my titties will pop out,” you cross your arms while you continued whisper yelling at him as he held it up against your front trying to imagine it on you, smiling like he could see exactly what you described, “stop that bruce.”

it was always a losing war with him when he wanted to buy you something.

he shrugs at you before throwing the dress over his other shoulder and walking to the counter to pay, already gliding his credit card out of his wallet, “you can just wear it for me then hmm? you know how i feel about your spillage.”

shit eating grin on his face as he taps his unlimited card on the pinpad and takes your hand in his. he lifts your linked hands to kiss the back of yours and then the enormous rock on your finger as he starts to lead you out from the store.

“can you wear it for me tonight? i promise i will misbehave, mrs. wayne.”

the concept of bruce wayne being your husband…

[fancy-possum]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Jason Todd was not a soft man.

To the world, he was the Red Hood - brutal, sarcastic, carrying the weight of death and resurrection like armor. He snapped at his brothers, glared at criminals, and kept everyone at arm’s length with sharp words and sharper knives.

But with you?

He was the biggest lover boy in Gotham.

He remembers everything.

You mentioned once, months ago, that you loved the way the first spring flowers smelled after rain. Now, every time it rained in early spring, Jason would disappear for an hour and come back with a small bouquet of fresh flowers - never store-bought, always ones he’d picked himself from quiet corners of the city where no one would see the big, scary Red Hood playing gardener.

Tonight was no different. He walked through the door of your shared apartment, rain still clinging to his leather jacket, and handed you a small bunch of pale purple flowers wrapped in brown paper.

“They smelled like you,” he said gruffly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thought you’d like them.”

You took them, heart swelling, and kissed his cheek. “You’re such a sap.”

He huffed, but his ears went pink. “Only for you. Don’t tell anyone.”

He takes care of you without being asked.

You came home from a long day at work exhausted, shoulders aching, feet sore. Jason was already there - apron on, sleeves rolled up, cooking your favourite meal. The apartment smelled like garlic and herbs and home.

“Sit,” he said, pointing at the couch. “Dinner’s almost done.”

You tried to protest. “I can help—”

“No.” He crossed the room in two strides, gently pushing you down onto the cushions. Then he knelt, unlaced your shoes, and massaged your feet with careful, strong hands. “You worked hard today. Let me take care of you.”

His touch was firm but gentle, thumbs pressing into the arches of your feet until the tension melted away. You sighed, leaning back, watching him with soft eyes.

“You don’t have to do all this,” you murmured.

“I want to.” He looked up at you, green eyes warm. “You take care of everyone else. Let me take care of you.”

Later, after dinner, he pulled you into his lap on the couch, arms wrapped around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. His hands stroked slow circles on your stomach under your shirt - warm, comforting, with just a hint of heat in the way his fingers occasionally dipped lower.

“You’re too good to me,” you whispered.

He kissed the side of your neck. “You deserve it. All of it.”

He’s protective in the quiet ways.

You were walking home from the library late one night when a group of guys started catcalling. Before you could even react, Jason was there - stepping out of the shadows like he’d been waiting, tall and broad and radiating danger.

The guys scattered.

He walked you the rest of the way home, hand on your lower back, silent but steady. When you got inside, he pulled you into a hug, arms wrapping around you like a shield.

“I hate when they look at you like that,” he muttered into your hair. “Like you’re not mine.”

You hugged him back, smiling against his chest. “I am yours.”

He kissed the top of your head, then your temple, then your lips - slow and deep, hands sliding to your waist, pulling you closer. The kiss grew warmer, his fingers pressing into your sides, but he never pushed. He just held you, grounding himself in the feel of you safe in his arms.

He leaves little notes.

You found them everywhere.

A sticky note on the coffee maker: “Made this for you. Don’t work too hard today. Love you.”

A scribbled message in your favourite book: “This part reminded me of you. You’re stronger than any character in here.”

A note taped to the bathroom mirror after a rough night: “You looked beautiful even when you cried. I’ve got you. Always.”

Each one was written in his messy, hurried handwriting, like he was embarrassed to be caught being romantic. You kept every single one in a small box under your bed.

One morning you woke up to find a note on his pillow next to yours:

“Gone to handle some shit. Be back before you miss me too much.

P.S. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.

— J”

You smiled, pressing the note to your chest, heart full.

He’s soft when the world isn’t watching.

Late at night, after patrols, Jason would crawl into bed behind you, still smelling like leather and gun oil. He’d wrap his arms around your waist, pulling your back against his chest, legs tangling with yours.

“Missed you,” he’d murmur against your neck, voice rough from the night’s work. His hand would slide under your shirt, resting warm and possessive on your stomach, thumb stroking lazy circles.

You’d turn in his arms, kissing him softly. He’d kiss you back - slow and deep, hands roaming your body with gentle reverence. He’d pull you closer, hips pressing against yours, the heat between you building but never rushing.

“I love you,” he’d whisper between kisses. “More than anything.”

You’d fall asleep like that - wrapped up in each other, his heartbeat steady under your ear, his arms a shield against the world.

One quiet evening, you were reading on the couch when Jason came home early. He didn’t say anything. Just kicked off his boots, crossed the room, and pulled you into his lap.

You laughed softly, setting your book aside. “Rough day?”

He buried his face in your neck, arms wrapping around you tightly. “Better now.”

His hands slid under your shirt again, stroking your skin, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts. The touch was comforting, but there was heat in it too - a quiet promise of more when you were ready.

“You’re my favourite person,” he murmured. “My safe place. My home.”

You cupped his face, kissing him softly. “You’re mine too.”

He held you like that for hours - kissing you slow and deep, hands exploring with gentle affection, whispering how much he loved you between every touch.

Jason Todd was not a soft man.

But for you?

He was the biggest lover boy in the world.

And you wouldn’t have him any other way.

a/n : for the lovely @blueberrycandymuffin !! reqs open, and pls follow <3 || ac as usual : @/ciricearts

[gothamslittlejester]

Dating Jason Todd HC’s: eating out

Jason Todd/Red Hood x fem!reader

| A/N: this post is about food get ur head out the gutter. Also hello... it has been a while, huh? :P

✧ Will take you out on café, brunch and dinner dates frequently. Hey… his girl’s gotta eat.

✧ Unsurprisingly, this man is a total foodie. Sure, fast-food and burger joints do the trick just fine- food is food- but ever since getting with you, a once forgotten adventurous side of his has been slowly emerging again. Most of his social media feeds nowadays are full of food recommendations, and he has a constantly growing list of places on his “want to go”. Who else to share the adventure with than his one and only?

✧ He loves supporting local mom-and-pop shops around the city; the more underground and unknown, the better. 

✧ Holds your hand across the table, gently caressing your knuckles as he listens to you share the minute details of your day. He doesn’t interrupt and listens ever so intently, only grunting a soft “mm” every now and then to let you know he’s still listening.

✧ If you start to play footsie under the table, he’ll blush and refuse to make eye contact with you. Suddenly very interested in the choice of wallpaper.

✧ Likes to buy those obnoxiously big desserts for you both to share at the end of the meal, no matter which restaurant you go to. One time a waiter brought over a four-flavored pizookie and he just about heard the angels sing. Sure a slice of cake will do... but imagine how much better it would taste if it was 14 layers...

✧ He tips really well. Also, don’t even bother trying to pay.

✧ Insists on taking you home or back to his place afterwards, refusing to even entertain the thought of you going home alone. Always and forever the gentleman.

[eunoianss]

jason todd has a soft spot for you | fluff | part two

Soft Boyfriend! Jason Todd, who loves to watch you stand over the stove, humming a sweet song while you stir over a decadent composition of ingredients. It’s your turn to make dinner tonight, and, ever so eager to help ease the burden off your shoulders, he hovers wth questions:

“Baby, what can I do? ”; “Can’t have you doing all this work for me, can I?”; “Need me to stir?” But you see the tiredness in his eyes—the slack in his shoulders weighing him down with exhaustion. You shush him with a feathery kiss and tell him to sit, that you can handle it.

Soft Boyfriend! Jason Todd, who is still unsatisfied that he couldn’t be helpful. So he washes the dishes after carrying you to bed. Not because you were tired; in fact, you were laughing infectiously, telling him he was being ridiculous and to put you down. Because he knew you would try to stop him once you saw him inching toward the kitchen sink. Especially after you told him you had it under control.

Soft Boyfriend! Jason Todd, who thought he’d grown numb to love-starved hunger pains after years of emotional malnutrition. But after meeting you, he feeds on every sweet morsel of affection you provide him with a “God, what did I do to deserve you?”

You trace the sharp outlines of his face and remind him of how good he is to you. His pupils are blown so wide you can barely see the emerald of his eyes peeking through.  He falls asleep like this—holding onto you as if you could readily disappear—and slips in repose. You realize how quickly the years melt off him when his fluttering eyelashes finally close.

Soft Boyfriend! Jason Todd, who annotates and dog-ears the pages of novels containing excerpts that remind him of you.  He’s a bit embarrassed about it at first, but sheds his shame to read each highlighted quote aloud. Ever so often, his eyes trail back to yours, wondering if you can recognize your beauty in the ink the way he does.

Soft Boyfriend! Jason Todd, who becomes glossy-eyed when you meet his bruised and cut knuckles with a soft kiss and tender hands, soothing each tensed muscle without the inflection of a question or accusation. He coils an arm around you and drowns in your scent, satiating himself until he’s full on every drop of you. Rubs the corners of his eyes raw, each tear imprinting itself on his cheeks as splotchy but tangible evidence of his vulnerability.

Soft Boyfriend! Jason Todd, who gets greedy for skin-to-skin contact. He mumbles into your neck in the morning, eyes still shut and hair mussed from the night before. “Why do you have so many layers?”—he trails his icy hands underneath the thin fabric of your shirt—“s’warm. Wish I could crawl into your skin.” You chuckle, mouthing small “weirdo”. He responds by pecking sticky wet kisses on the expanse of your neck up to the softness of your cheeks.

Soft Boyfriend! Jason Todd, who doesn’t get jealous in a possessive or controlling way. And when jealousy does arise—whenever someone flirts with you or gets a hand too touchy—it festers internally and heavily. The clunk of his boots rings louder in your apartment; his black fringe weighing at the front of his eyes.

But he doesn’t voice it, not explicitly. You think his methods of reaffirming his role as your boyfriend are so subtle it’s almost silly. Especially when he asks you to wear his leather jacket more often, claiming it looks better on you than it does on him. Or when he publicly asks you to check the time on your phone, which, so conveniently, has a photo of the two of you smushed together in a photobooth as its wallpaper.

Soft Boyfriend! Jason Todd, who swallows the thick lump in his throat when you tell him that you love him. Because you see him. You understand that he is not always tender; you’ve heard stories of his violent bite. But you also see that his empathy and care are not anomalous but a testament to the person he’s always been. Even if the world suggests otherwise.

a/n: apologies if it’s messy, this came to me while i was half asleep. also someone needs to pry the keyboard from my hands once i start writing over 500 words.

[kaiyatoast]

drooling thinking about...

jason todd, who is bigger than you. it doesn't matter what size you are or how tall you are, he still towers over you and can wrap his arm around your middle and pull you back into him. you can wear heels and platforms and still be shorter than him. it doesn't matter how much you weigh, he can and will toss you around. he canonically has flipped bane over with his legs, broke a talon's arm, neck and leg, and even punched through a submarine hull. every time you bring up your concerns when he lifts you up, he'll dismiss them, saying 'i bench double your weight. i can handle you.'

jason todd, who is the clingiest motherfucker after he gets really comfortable with you. he can only sleep if he has his arms wrapped around you. think of it like a really, really comfortable chokehold. every part of him needs to be touching you. it doesn't matter whether you're lying on top of him or if he's lying on top of you. he hates the feeling of being trapped, but with you, it helps him feel grounded.

jason todd, who has rough hands but always touches you gently. his hands are rough from all the work he does - grappling all over gotham, punching criminals, working on his bike. you could never tell that the same hand that has so many callouses are the same ones who guide you through the crowd, or brushing your hair away from your face, or simply tracing your figure as you lay facing each other because he likes how soft your skin feels compared to his.

jason todd, who is loud with others, but quiet with you. he doesn't feel the need to fill the silence. with others, it feels oppressive, but with you, it's serene. he is content to do his daily chores with you silently, both doing your own things but occupying the same space. he especially likes it when you talk. he loves your tone, cadence, pitch, voice, everything. he'll listen to you talk intently, his hand fixing something as he occasionally nods and lets out a soft 'mmh' so you know he's paying attention.

jason todd, who's favourite person is you.

[honeysucklewatr]

jason todd who is a loverboy to his very core

it’s that love they talk about on a sunday afternoon.

adoration practically leaks from jason todd’s pores, shining like rays of light on your skin, rejuvenating at every turn.

the kind of love that makes your heart feel warm and fluttery and it just radiates off of him easily. knowing what temperature you liked the house to be at or how you always toss your balled up socks in one corner of the room than the other.

jason is not the type to hide that he loves you and will remind you constantly.

he’s not passive about it and keeps it abundantly clear that the two of you are written in the stars for him. he’s like the embodiment of devotion because it’s fundamentally rooted in him to communicate and try to understand you more daily. he doesn’t assume anything, but he learns more and more.

he’s also the type of man to bring you flowers just because. at first it really is sweet. he brings them over on every date. then every time he makes an excuse to see you, he’s got flowers tucked away somewhere on his person even when you told him he didn’t have to bring it on every outing.

sometimes it’s just flowers he picks up on his way to get you, intricately picked and tied with a stem, like he really took his time choosing them. other times, it’s when he picks you up from work with a massive bouquet of snapdragons cause you said you liked them once. he’ll wait outside patiently, one hand in his pocket and the other gripping the flowers, biting the inside of cheek until you come outside.

it’s always to see the smile on your face and the hint of surprise even when you knew it was coming.

he lives for that look.

when you call him drunk for the first time, having a friend phone him for you at a party you didn’t even want to go to, even then he brought a dozen roses. arriving to pick you up in under five minutes with a thin layer of sweat over his brow. he even apologized while he held your hair back when you threw up and continued while you drifted off asleep after he tucked you in.

“—seriously though, i would’ve brought a bigger bouquet but the store was closing and it was all they had so i just put the good flowers from the remaining together and—”

when you woke up in the morning with the flowers in a mason jar because all of the other vases you had were currently being used, you tried to tell him they were getting to be too much. the man claimed that’s nonsense and that there’s no such thing while continuing to softly sing whatever he was playing while cooking breakfast for when you woke.

then, he danced with you in the kitchen to distract you from protesting. but when he spun you and you groaned all groggy and hungover, he kept you close to his chest instead, humming the soothing tune. rocking the two of you back and forth in your dingy kitchen, shifting from either leg until you melted right into him. cheek pressed to his hard chest.

the music plays softly from the kitchen and he coos by your ear while he steadily dances you over to the couch with him, lyrics pouring from his love stricken lips.

“she looks just like an angel.” tucking your head into the crook of his neck while you bask in his warmth. still humming the same tune as he softly sings, “—when she walks across the room.”

it’s so easy to fall into him when he’s like this.

later in the week he thrifts you a dozen more vases that went with the decor of your house along with a couple extra trinkets he thought you’d like.

he keeps a photo of you from that morning in his wallet, tucked in his arms and mouth parted in sleep. he’s smiling with his head tilted just barely in the frame, though the focus is on you resting on his chest. next to it is a kiss you left when he pulled out his wallet to show you. lipstick mark staining his cheek in the photo.

he actually got it laminated so your kiss never fades away.

when he slowly moves his life into your home from all the late nights he stays over, he insists on paying the rent and utilities just because he can. your name is on the lease but he doesn’t give a shit because he meant what he said when he told you what’s mine is yours.

he starts buying mundane things in pairs too because, “i couldn’t just buy one, they come in pairs, you can’t just split them up.”

he’s made any excuse to buy you things that remind him of you, and that meant a lot since he turned out to be more sentimental than you thought. jason would buy you pastries and chocolate with the cheesiest line like i thought of you because it’s sweet like you.

that’s how you knew i love you came in many forms with him.

at first he struggled with saying it so instead you see it in his actions. though the man is sentimental and the first time he says it and you repeat it right back, the hearts in his eyes expand and he slots your hand into his. jason never struggles to remind you after that time. the love that he drowns you in is the only kind you’d want to receive, and that’s just the kind of man he is. and jason todd is that type of man to do acts of service for you solely because he is capable without ever being told to.

you hate washing the dishes? that’s okay with him! jason has no problem wiping them down and scrubbing them clean.

“you know the saying, if life is a loop full of dirty dishes and laundry, all that means is it’s a lifetime full of home cooked food and clean clothes.” humming gruffly while he scrubs, turning his head back to find you still staring like you’d fallen for him all over again and grin, “or something like that ma.”

and physical contact? he’s like velcro to your skin.

while you cook, his head is tucked between your neck and your shoulder while he’s pressed against your back. occasionally touching your hand and stirring for you.

even after having a long night and getting in after you, he’ll wake up with you for work and watch you get ready for the day. he’s leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed and his hair disheveled. watching you with eager eyes as you do your skincare or dress yourself. it didn’t make you feel embarrassed because it wasn’t exactly lustful. it felt like he was burning the memory and ingraining you as the sole purpose of everything good in his life because that’s exactly what he’d tell you that you are.

or you could be sitting on the couch and watching television when jason decides it’s time to strike. just moments after coming home, he plops his full weight ontop of you and groans. you make a sound that resembled a cushion losing air but he just settles a leg between yours to take some weight off of you. he pulls your shirt up just enough for him to slot his head underneath and steal some of your warmth from your skin.

you complained that he’s gotta at least wash his face. told him he’s stretching the collar of your shirt out with his head when his hair pokes out to touch your chin. but slowly, you press a kiss against his lips, watching him deepen it before it gets sloppy and he starts to trail his way back down your neck. lower and lower before disappearing beneath the fabric. he groans cause you’ve got no bra on. when he rubs his face between your breasts and nuzzles until he’s comfortable, you gasp softly. the stubble on his chin rubbing against the sensitive skin, side to side until he stops to take a bite of the plush flesh.

you laugh when he settles. “did you just motorboat me?”

jason blows against your skin while he huffs and does it again to get you to squeal and shove him away just for him to grip onto you tighter.

“can’t a man just appreciate a work of art?”

a/n: idrk what this is but i love jason and he’s the cheesiest, loverboy to ever exist idc

[porcelainheartbeat]

"I'm feeling electric tonight, cruisin' down the coast going 'bout 99. Got my bad baby by my heavenly side, I know if I go, I'll die happy tonight."

[ryoride]

ꮼ alt!geto always finds new ways to prove his love.

ᦸ alt!geto as a boyfriend ⸝⸝ art by hunnismokah ⸝⸝ not proofread.

alt!geto who lets you toy with his various lip piercings during aftercare & honestly whenever you want, always getting lost in the soft touches & tugs as he practically melts into your fingertips.

alt!geto agrees to giving you piercings at home as long as you let him help you clean them up so they don't reject or get infected.

alt!geto has a peekaboo dyed to be your favorite color—always showing it off whenever he puts up his hair or gets the chance to show off his pretty hair devoted to his pretty girl.

alt!geto shares his entire closet with you, from his too-loose rings & necklaces, to his jackets, shirts & sweaters; he'll even buy certain shirts he knows you'll just steal out of his closet, just because you'll like them

alt!geto is big on DIY gifts; he'll make you trinkets from clay, sketch out posters for your walls, make a little box for you to keep everything of his in, and paint your favorite things. His favorite gift he's made was a bouquet blanket that he crocheted.

alt!geto lets you press him down flat on his stomach so you can color in the tattoos splattered across his back—teasing you occasionally by arching his back to distract you whenever you're too focused on his skin.