#dc x gn!reader

[lechelovestoyap]

Jason Todd Hcs

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!reader Summary: How he acts as a bf! Ideas both big and small. CW: mentions of nightmares, maybe ooc, not proofread WC: 538 words

Leche's Note: haii guys!!! I made this after my burst of angst yesterday...idk what this is lowkey. some ideas were kinda inspired by other posts/kinda similar so!!! credits to the mooties for that :3 idk I just love the idea of Jason settling in to becoming peak bf material,,, like just letting himself feel. anyways!! this was requested by my bby @sozzoe, tysm for the req and I hope you all enjoy!!

Bf!Jason who…buys himself the chunkiest pair of reading glasses once you start wearing glasses with the excuse of you both matching, just to make sure you aren’t insecure of your new look.

 Bf!Jason who…finds himself buying/borrowing books he’d think you’d enjoy, and then reading it to you late at night either after his patrols or earlier on his nights off.

 Bf!Jason who…when the nightmares of his past finally strike, finds himself trying to hide them from you. To show you he’s strong, brave, and definitely not haunted by his past. He fails miserably, and he’d never been so grateful for failure until you’d pulled him into your arms, whispering about how you’d never leave him, no matter what.

 Bf!Jason who…is so chronically offline it’s hilarious. You could pull any prank in the world on him, and he’s especially gullible towards those “fit check with my current boyfriend” trends, often leading to silly squabbles and laughter afterwards.

 Bf!Jason who…loves the newspaper’s crossword. He does it every morning without fail, asking you for possible words while he makes your morning coffee, finishing the crossword and giving the coffee to you like a treat for helping him (and sometimes including some cookies he’d made the night before)

 Bf!Jason who…once truly comfortable, starts ranting about all his thoughts about classics he’d read, and how he relates to them. Once, he talked your ear off for an hour about the parallels he’d found between himself and the creature from Frankenstein, though, for obvious reasons, dislikes Victor Frankenstein and refuses to bring him up entirely (or mention how his relationship with Bruce is eerily akin to the Creature’s relationship with Victor).

 Bf!Jason who…takes comfort in domesticity. In knowing that, at the end of the day, he has someone to rely on, someone to come back to, someone to love. More than he’d had for most of his life, really, and he deeply roots himself in this new identity, in knowing he was no longer alone and running on fight-or-flight mode.

 Bf!Jason who…met you in a book club. Encouraged by one of the librarians, he’d joined the club, and nervously sat next to you during the first meeting. You’d shyly offered your number to him at the end, and he still uses it as a bookmark to this day, as a reminder of the start of your shared life.

 Bf!Jason who…loves watching you get ready for bed. Your bedtime often coincides with the time he gets ready for patrol, so while you’re winding down, he’s getting ready to leave, and the both of you have made it a ritual to get ready (and unready) together. 

 Bf!Jason who…is a major cuddler. He claimed not to be when you both first moved in together, but is a big fan of physical touch. He can’t sleep unless he’s got his arms wrapped around you, his face buried in your neck, his hands at your sides and your back against his chest, breathing in sync with yours and inhaling your perfume with every breath. It’s a reassurance, mostly, that you’re still there, but it is especially useful during the cold Gotham winters.

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[pluvoia]

jason's hands travel the expanse of your skin, sturdy and almost scorching, in a desperate attempt to commit the way your body feels underneath his palms to memory. there's not a beauty mark left unseen, nor a scar left unkissed as he presses his lips to your frame, so delicate, so weary; as if you're something of an indescribable worth to him he can't bare even the thought to harm.

a low, simmering heat buzzes within his veins, the pliable fat of your cheeks so utterly soft it almost hurts--! it prods at something innate and undeniable at his gut; it whispers incessantly in his ear and sparks underneath his fingertips as he traces your brow bone.

the only other thing so demanding of the man has been pain; something only time has taught him to become ignorant of, something so jarring and unwavering there seems to be no match--

except you. which is impossibly foreign and terrible thing, jason thinks at first, because how could his lover, his entire universe-- be akin to the agony that flashes ceremoniously through his figure?

he knows the exact grit of concrete meeting your cheekbone. he understands the grim nature of bones twisting in ways they shouldn't, of joints creaking unsteadily and the way pierced flesh screams angrily as it weeps maroon.

jason todd knows pain like its his second language-- and has learned, by now, how to ignore the uproar of protests his body yelps along with it. pain has taught jason that, in an odd sense, he is still alive. it has taught him that there suddenly is something worth coming home to, and that persevering through blows and punches will reward him tenfold. pain has become an unusual comfort to jason; and suddenly his adoration to you-- mind, body and soul-- and this terribly addictive infliction upon his frame makes sense.

the absolute and irrefutable sensation that rattles his bones by caressing your scalp, or holding your waist so tightly in his hands is the same adrenaline that surges through him when someone tries to fight him.

it brings the same sort of crooked grin to his face, one cheek dimpling and ever so slightly stained canines flashing; except-- and this is something that still confuses him-- there's no immediate sting or flash that comes with someone attacking.

there's only you. melting into his touch, your own smile blooming softly across your face because look at your boy. so gentle, so careful, so in love it looks like it hurts.

but little do you know it does hurt. jason's heart clenches and twists when your bodies part, his hands tingling a cruel sort of cold at the absence of you. his irritability becomes rampant whenever he's not with you, leading to migraines he can't seem to shake, and they hurt so bad-- he just wants to be with his baby again.

this, however, is a kind of pain that jason welcomes; unabashedly, and with open arms-- because he believes its a certain sort of pain that sprouts from worship. a distinct sensation built from love.

love.

jason loves you so much it hurts. but he can't say it-- the words get caught in his throat, meshing messily upon his tongue, scratching and getting cut on his teeth before they can even come out. those three words bring the worry that comes with pain that jason has tried so hard to ignore, the one he thinks he's mastered-- until gotham is awfully cold and biting, until his body sobs and aches for him because he has no tears left to cry.

until he's scared he's going to die.

because saying he loves you is so incredibly permanent-- and that isn't to say that jason's love isn't undying-- but to put a name, to form the words and say them, spit them out-- is petrifying. the thought: what if i don't make it home? replaying after every abandoned attempt at professing his love verbally for you.

jason can't say he loves you, and he truly wishes he could. but when you're known for ruining a good thing (just as he had done his family), jason doesn't dare take the chance.

so jason opts to touch you like you're extraordinary, his fingers whispering soft affirmations along your jaw, his big hands saying more than he ever could as he rubs them into your back. he wills your body to his memory so his unwavering commitment to you comes to him as he stares at his hands-- who have done so much irreparable damage, they might as well be permanently stained-- and longs for you. so his repenting for his sins isn't for nothing; the ghostly feeling of your body encasing jason's, intertwining beneath the sheets of your bed, moves to the forefront of his mind.

jason touches you wholly every time he's given the chance-- because he's unsure and so unbelievably scared that every time will be his last.

and what type of man, he thinks, is jason if he goes down without having told his soulmate he doesn't love them entirely?

jason welcomes pain, in whatever form it's bestowed upon him in-- for it all gives some sort of meaning to his life. they write words, sentences, paragraphs to his actions; act like reminders, allusions, metaphors, to the type of man jason todd is.

the type inflicted unknowingly by you, though? is the pain that brings jason todd life; the type that ties his story together in a silk bow, the type that acts as the pages, cover to cover-- and the dedications. the pain that keeps his lungs filling with air every morning, the pain that has him, grown and large and entirely too giddy in awaiting your return home as the sun sets.

the pain of jason todd loving you so much, it is agonizing.

and somehow, despite all of this, is truly not painful at all.

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loren's thots: omg u guys i havent put author's notes at the end of my works in a long time #throwback. but!! i hope u enjoyed this little drabble thing? im sorry its not that long and also that its not porn siiigh im sorry :// but i was just in a very jason-y mood so why not. and also, THANK YOU FOR 3K that is insane. i love u all mwah mwah

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[shortnsweetsposts]

Jason: Cooking together is NOT romantic, MOVE the fuck out of my way.

Reader: I'm tempted to stand in your way while you cook now.

Jason: I'll boil you next.

Reader: When he's a cannibal 😍🥰💖

[invincibledc]

#SENDING FLOWERS TO ME!

D. GRAYSON X SUPER!READER

FLOWERS are only sent when dick is too nervous to talk to you.

a/n: just wanted to make something for super reader bc i haven’t in a while

Why would a simple alien from a planet that’s no longer live on earth, have a human boyfriend who’s very affectionate and is a leader to other superheroes, and suddenly get flowers at their door? Now listen. You and dick go allll the way back when you actually use to be apart of the teen titans and just young kids.

You’ve both wanted to have a separate part of the hero life from your mentors. You both couldn’t be the sidekicks that are just “too” cute to be independent.

When dick wanted you to join him on this journey, he sent you flowers with a small note. “Wanna join me?” Simple like that. Nothing too bad , nothing too flirty or desperate. It’s just him making sure for you to know your decision matters more. And it began to grow more.

Any fight? Flowers.

Any holiday he could think of to talk to you but chicken out? Flowers.

Any date. Flowers of course .

You get the image right?

He didn’t meant to feel jealous when he saw you actually getting close to starfire or anyone that had close powers to you. He wasn’t that jealous when of course Aqualad introduced himself and you were smitten by his personality.

Of course not…

He wanted to turn him into sushi.

But he doesn’t have to do that because you and him are finally together and happy! Yippe for dick! You’re both now adults and he still gets nervous around his kryptonian partner. He’ll literally put foil over the flowers so you could guess what they are. It’s adorable but … sometimes they end up dead cause you can’t see them through the walls.

You’re someone… not him. Not Superman, not a simple sidekick. Just you. so you kinda don’t like using your powers much. Like at all. You kinda retired ever since Kon El came around. You were in your apartment when suddenly the bell of your front door rang.

Walking over to the door , you opened it to see your favorite bundle of flowers. You couldn’t help but chuckle. Lifting up the bouquet, you turn a little white note seeing a simple ‘ D.G’ in the bottom of it.

‘Dear super cutie, hope you remember to come to our spot for tonight. Bring the Chinese takeout too, thanks babe!’

He could’ve texted… but guess he wants to relive moments. You opened your window and flew out of it gently.

He’ll always send flowers.

[littlemissclairebiggs]

DICK GRAYSON: FONDUE?

contents: fem!reader, kissing, tiktok trend, tooth rotting fluff, dick walks into the bathroom while reader's peeing but it's normal for them, not proofread

an: i got this as a request and it's sososo cute!

wc: 0.6k

"honey, i'm hoooome!"

you know it's time. dick always got home from work at 6:45, he always called if he was going to be late, and he always said "honey, i'm home!" as if he were some cringy sitcom husband. you know the rattle of keys in the door is your fiancé and you know that he's going to want a kiss. you know he wouldn't see your phone camera set up and you know he'll collapse into you. however, what you don't know is if he'll melt, which is why you're filming it to post on your tiktok.

"it's my darling!"

you see dick's beautiful face light up as he bounds over to you, dropping his jacket in the doorway and having his arms outstretched to wrap you up tight when he presses little kisses all over your face. after the few seconds of that, you smile, cupping his face in your hands and leaning in. you couldn't see it because your eyes were closed, but the camera captured it all—dick melting, his shoulders coming down, his spine loosening from the rigid structure the stress of work had made it, and his smile dropping to just a tilt of his lips.

he definitely melted.

you woke up between your bedside table and husband-to-be, seeing your phone light up with notifications every couple of seconds. dick is still fast asleep, tired after showering with you last night. that shower's also the reason your legs ache a little bit when you swing them over the side of the bed to go pee.

you waddle off to the bathroom, leaving dick to wake up by himself, since saturday's usually were when he liked to sleep in.

not even two minutes in, dick groggily walks in on you—which you were used to, that wasn't the weird thing, it was that he was holding your phone up to your face.

"buzzing. buzzing more than i can take, so i wanted to let you know in case it was something important."

"dick, baby, you can look at the notification."

"but that's invasive, you're still allowed privacy even in a committed relationship."

"just look at it, please."

he takes a second, looking at the screen and frowning while he tries to read it with his groggy eyes.

"tiktok. tiktok. tiktok. cass. tiktok. a lot of tiktok."

huh, that's a little odd. normally you didn't get many tiktok notifications, but you'd had a few videos go semi-viral before, so maybe that was it?

once you wash your hands and deem them safe to touch your phone, you're able to see the sheer amount of notifications you'd gotten. no wonder dick was concerned, he probably thought you were getting harassed, or that he'd been unveiled as nightwing and people had flooded your account. but no, it was just lots of love on your video of... dick melting into the kiss? but that was only a trend, and you'd only posted it last night!

holy shit, 5.7M views and 1.1M likes? viral for sure. viral to the point that you dropped your arm to your side and went slack-jawed.

immediately, dick places his warm hands on your shoulders, rubbing them soothingly. "darling? baby, what's wrong? are you okay?"

"yes. no, yes, i'm fine. dick, look!" you lift your phone to show him the video, the cute little kiss that he'd asked you to post, even though you'd thought it to be a bit cringy. "that's a lot of likes and a lot of comments and a lot of views! it's a lot!"

"holy bat crap, that is a lot."

[crippling-characters-addiction]

What no one else sees

Loving the fuck outta Jason because he deserves it

a/n: I'm a firm believer that Jason is such a sweet sweet man but no one really makes him feel safe enough to drop the façade

Reader: GN ☼ civilian

Contains: Pre-established relationship (not really specified but you're like penguins that mated for life) ☼ DOMESTIC FLUFF ☼ whiney Jason ☼ cuddling and crying happy tears ☼ a pinch of childhood friends to lovers ☼ also a bit of sad flashbacks, I'll put those in small font so skip them if you don't want to cry like I am rn

You yawned. It was pretty late, not as late as Jason usually makes it home though. About midnight, rather than three in the fuckass morning. You weren't expecting him to come home early, usually you were asleep by then. You don't usually wait up for him at his (and your body's) request, buuuut this movie was good.

...Then, two hours and a half before his patrol time was done, he knocked on your window.

You looked at him and smiled, paused the movie, walked over, and let him in.

He crawled in through your window, full gear still on. You closed (and locked, it's Gotham,) the window again and drew the curtains closed this time.

ᯓ❤︎

You took Jason to your bedroom (might as well be his too, he never sleeps in his safehouses anymore but he hasn't officially moved in,) and helped him get out of his kevlar-padded suit.

You kissed his exposed skin in a way that made him smile, made him feel loved, made him feel like he was a porcelain doll that you treated gently, not out of pity, but out of love.

Like you knew he wasn't some fragile thing that would break under any pressure, like you knew he wasn't a rough, prickly cactus. Like you knew he was just a man, worthy of love as much as everyone else. Like you knew him.

"I'm sweaty..."

"I don't care."

ᯓ❤︎

He took a shower, you looked for the pajama pants he left at your apartment... (and a pair of boxers- he left those a lot... probably because he owns like three shirts and two pants but he values clean underwear (as he should-))

He got out in a towel, dripping water on your floor, you pretended to scoff at him but you smiled when you cupped his cheek and kissed the other.

Once dry, he got into his boxers and pajama pants. You sat him at the edge of the bed and plugged in the hair dryer, keeping it on low and brushing his hair softly. He smiled, tired and sleepy. He'd missed you so much...

ᯓ❤︎

You were the first person that showed him gentleness in his life. Not a street kid like himself, not Bruce Wayne level rich either. You were perfectly average, except to him. To the little Jason you met in school, you were safety. Finally, someone normal in his life that he could talk with about the smallest things; you talked about everything and nothing, he told you about his favorite books and you told him about your own hobbies.

You two became the best friends ever. Bruce and Alfred were surprised when they heard him laugh freely at something you said.

With time, he trusted you with all his woes, he told you everything, and you never judged him; just hugged him, played with his hair, and told him to let it all out, to cry if he needed to, and he did.

...You cried your heart out at his funeral, you begged Bruce to let you see him and you tied a handmade bracelet with the nickname you gave him around his wrist, something he still wore now. (You have no idea how he managed to not lose it or break it during all the shit that happened but what you don't know is that he once stabbed someone in the leg for trying to steal it.)

ᯓ❤︎

You kissed the top of his head when you were done, smelling your own shampoo on his hair. You rubbed his shoulders and upper back before he turned to you and got you to lie down on the bed, he laid down on top of you like the huge puppy that he was. Head on your chest, ear right over your heart. His arms wrapped around you like you were his pillow and he was yours, arms supporting your back just how you liked.

You hugged him with one arm and used the other one to reach for the switch and turn the light off.

He let out a little whine when you squeezed him like he loved. You let out a quiet snort and he whined something muffled that sounded like "no faair..." into your chest.

You stayed like that for a minute, you looked at the moon through the cheap blinds, midlessly playing with his hair. Just as soft as always.

ᯓ❤︎

A little sniffle, a few tears, a sob... Jason was crying very, very softly.

"What's wrong, Jay?"

"Nothing's wrong... I'm- that's the thing, it's- peaceful for once."

"Oh, Jay..." You threaded your fingers through his hair. He whined instead of the scoff he uses with others to express a complicated feeling.

"You- you're peace for me, you know that? You've always been..."

"And you've always been the spark of color in my life." You smiled at him when he propped himself up on his elbows to look you in the eyes.

You wiped his tears with your thumbs, holding his face like he's the most precious thing you've ever held. (He is, to you.) He smiles, soft and relaxed.

"You act as if your life was all beige and grayscale without me."

"I mean- it would definitely be a whole lot more bland without you."

"Isn't a boring life a better one?"

"Whoever said that was just jealous other people have fun."

"Fun comes with shit times, too."

"And? Feelings aren't bad, Jay. A rollercoaster is no fun without ups and downs, even constantly climbing up would get boring real fast."

Jason laid back down on your chest, kissing your nose on the way.

ᯓ❤︎

"I love you..."

"I love you, wildflower."

Jason smiled, rubbing the bracelet you made him years ago with that same nickname. You kissed the crown of his head.

He turned his phone off the moment it started going off with bat-texts. So what if he disappeared mid-patrol? They'll have to drag him, kicking and shooting, out of your arms.

[sandwichesmybeloved]

Mom!Selina

Tw: mentions of bullying (thats really it)

Dictionary!!

Mi amor: My love

Mi gatito precioso: My precious kitten

Bebé: Baby

Entonces: So

Warning!! This is not proofread so there's probably a few issues man TvT

fanfic under the cut!

Who would have thought that having Selina Kyle, yes, the same woman who dressed in a latex suit with cat features, would actually be a pretty solid mother? Yes, the woman was a thief but that didn't make her parenting skills horrible automatically. Especially in moments like now.

Ever since you had gotten home from school Selina knew something was odd. Her precious bebé would never come straight from home and just collapse into bed with nothing but a muffled "Hi mom".

So what did Selina do? Well for starters she ordered your favorite food, nothing screamed comfort like laying in bed and eating some greasy fast food.

Once the food arrived she was quick to pay and tip the delivery man. Selina made her next move after she fed the cats. She wouldn't want them getting rowdy and all loud while she tried having a moment with her kid.

Selina knocked on your bedroom door twice before following up with a, "Mi gatito precioso, can I come in? I bring food." When she heard your muffled permission she cracked open the door walking in. The room was quiet except for the rustle of the bag as she placed down the food.

Selina sat down at the edge of your bed, the mattress dipping softly under her weight. "Entonces, do you want to talk about what happened at school today? You have been off all day, mi amor."

"It's nothing, mamá." Your voice cleared up as your head lifted from your pillow. The way your voice trembled and your eyes were wet told another story. One that said it wasn't just nothing. When you saw your mother's eyebrow raise you just shook your head. You did not want to have to tell your mother how people in school were torturing you. Did not want to be so... Pathetic in front of your mother.

"That's alright, you don't have to talk about it." Selina sighed as she rubbed the small of your back soothingly. Selina removed her hand once she noticed you sitting up, so she could provide you with no space. "Let's go eat on the couch and we can put on a movie. You can pick the movie." Selina nodded, if you did not want to talk she would not make you. But instead she would just be there for you. So you knew that you were not alone in all of this.

When you finally nodded and grabbed your bag of fast food your mother stood and led the way to the couch. She let you get settled on the couch with your food on the coffee table and sat beside you on the couch. Selina took a sip from her mug which had some tea in it. It was a mug you had made her years ago, something she cherished because it came from you.

Soon enough the movie was on and you had finished eating already. Your head soon resting in your mother's lap as you drifted off to sleep. Forgetting about any worries you might have had.

And Selina? She was just happy her bebé was asleep and safe. She could miss out on a robbery for this. You were her main priority, not some stupid jewelry.

[fateinyoureyes]

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