#scruffy!verse

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Jason being insecure (physically bc he’s not pretty boy Dick Grayson) and reader literally sitting and absolutely worshipping him. Telling him every single thing they love about him. Kissing every scar and tear, holding him close, letting him be vulnerable enough to be little spoon. Not NSFW, just pure fluff

Let Jason Todd process his trauma and insecurities 2k22

"You're so fucking pretty," you murmur, draping yourself over him like a weighted blanket, your head against his heart.

"Pockets-"

"How are you this fucking massive and still so fast?"

"I dunno," Jason said, the weight of you already sapping his will to move. Or protest. Almost like you pressed the tension out of his body- it was the only time feeling trapped felt good. Because it was you. And because he knew you liked laying on him. And he liked you being comfortable- and he liked having you close.

He wasn't sure at what point you had become his favorite teddy bear to hold but- he did it now, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing.

"All tough and shit and still such a big heart-"

"Baby if you want to sit on my face all you have to do is as-"

"No," you huff, sinking your teeth into his pec, just hard enough to leave a brief impression of your teeth. "I want you to understand that you're fucking pretty."

"I'm not-"

"You are though," you tell him, sitting back to look down at him, your bottom hovering above his hips. "You're pretty and I love you."

Jason felt himself melt and he smiled softly. He didn't know what spurred this but. It felt good knowing that you thought he was nice-looking. He knew, that you'd probably seen him frowning at himself in the mirror or something and decided to love him as loudly as possible.

And it helped.

He hated when people came up to you when they thought he wasn't looking to ask if you wanted help. He hated the scars. He hated being so big- but then. When you did things like this. Laid on him and fussed over him and refused to let him tell you otherwise... He believed you.

"I love you too, baby girl," he murmured, practically purring when you lay back down on him and turning you so he could pin you between his chest and the back of the couch. Where he felt you were safer- better protected.

"We'd make pretty babies," you muse, "But they'd have to get your eyes or I'd be upset."

"Pockets, why-"

"Because," you answer shrugging, "they're my favorite color."

"But we don't-"

"Oh we absofuckingltely shouldn't have kids," you snort, "But if we did they'd be beautiful."

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A request if it strikes your fancy - Jason leaving a mission/patrol early or just skipping bc reader needs him and him assuring her she’s worth it?

"I gotta go."

"Hood what-"

Jason didn't say anything, he just handed Bruce his phone so he could see what you sent. The words "I'm not okay. I'm gonna be okay, right?"

"Go," he said, taking a deep breath. "We'll be okay tonight. Call if-"

"I will. Should be fine." And Jason couldn't say anything else. All he could do was get home. To kiss you and remind you that you're okay. That this is all real. He's real. And you're safe. That he can keep you safe when you can't protect yourself.

He let himself into the apartment and wrapped his arms around you where you were waiting by the door. Pacing and agitated. "Shhh," he soothed, "You okay?"

"No."

"What do you need? What can we do?"

Silence. And he felt you hug him tighter. Clinging. Hands bunching his shirt into a crumpled mess. "Cuddles?" he tried. "Did you eat?"

Two options. Two choices to help narrow things down.

"Don't let go," you murmur.

"I won't," he promised. "Let's go find Scruffy, kay? We'll cuddle and watch horrible true crime docs."

"Okay."

You don't loosen your grip and he patted your arm, prompting you. "Arms around my neck, Pockets," he said softly. One step at a time. You'd been holding on to control by your nails. He could see the red mark on your chest when he lifted you up. Where you'd rubbed a patch of skin almost raw. Because your chest hurt. Because you were trying to ground yourself. Baby steps. You reached out to him.

Trusted him. And he could come, so he did. Now he just had to remind you that yu were safe. That the chaos in your head was just that.

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Hi Ari I'm here to beg for Jason crumbs!! Any one you'd like to write!!

Jason needed his fingers into your hips and buried his face in your breasts with a groan. "You're so fucking Beautiful, Pockets," he murmured.

"I hate-"

"I don't," he said, cutting you off. Because it was true. He knew you hated the way your body looked now. But. If he was honest, he didn't CARE what you looked like. You were beautiful. But you looked healthy. Plump and healthy. Filled out a little. You felt good- you'd always felt good but now you felt more solid. Less breakable.

Consistent good meals and time to rest. Time to take care of yourself. Now that you weren't routinely going hungry and living on caffeine and nicotine to get through the day a comfortable little tummy and some extra fullness to your curves seemed like a worthy price to Jason.

He grabbed a handful of your ass, relishing the sound of the slap when his palm made contact and grinned, "Don't have to feel like I'm gonna break you."

You pout at him but buck your hips, grinding against him instinctively. "Gonna wind up breaking you-"

"No you won't," he snorted. "Getting some nice muscle under your extra fluff," he pointed out.

"I still hate running."

"I mean fair," he said, head lolling back as you started to move. Teasing him through his sweats. "I got a better way for you to get your cardio in."

"Oh? What's that?"

"Bouncing up and down on my cock should-"

"You just wanna watch my tits jiggle," you pout.

"All day," he said grinning. "Or your ass. I'm not picky. I just like watching you work."

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Ok ok batsis to damian but she's dating jason, just soft fluff between the two and how their relationship/friendship develops, hell, maybe include the whole family?

"Y/N," Damian said, watching you over his mug of tea, "Nice to see they let you out of the looney bin for the day."

"Dami, it's nice to see you still have the social skills of a deranged honey badger," You tell him, unruffled. Ignoring the looks of horror on both Bruce and Alfred's faces.

Apparently, they'd been in the middle of telling Damian NOT to say anything about your hospital stay. And when Jason moves closer to you, to help to the couch, you'd be lying if you said you didn't feel better having his warm bulk to lean on.

Damian smiled a little and snorted. Just the slighted twitch of his lips. But his shoulders relaxed slightly. If you weren't cowed when he showed his teeth, you would be okay.

You didn't look okay. You looked fragile. And exhausted. But if you could snarl back- even if it wasn't the best one-liner he'd ever heard- you were still there.

And that was less terrifying.

He'd never known Todd without you and frankly, he didn't want to. And even if he never said it, he had a grudging respect for you. Another urchin his Father needed to save. Even if you didn't fight crime, you'd found a path that was yours. And there was a nobility in that.

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Ari I adore arranged verse as much as the next goblin but I’m on my hands and knees begging for some Jason fluff pls

"Whatcha doin' Pockets?" Jason asked, peering over your shoulder.

"Drowning in existential dread."

"Looks like shopping, babe."

"Dopamine is expensive."

Jason snorted and kissed the top of your head, "Just remember. You told me to keep $100 on your card. You have a budget."

"But these shoes-"

"Only because you're cute," he said, rolling his eyes affectionately and pulling your actual card out of his wallet.

"If I'm really cute-"

"How cute are we talking?" he asked, tugging your head back with your pony tail to make you look at him.

"Back rub?"

Keep talking," he teased.

"Possibly a blow job."

"Baby for that I'll pay for them and buy you the new hoodie you wanted you told me not to let you buy."

"I love it when you're easy."

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I desperately want to have Jason drive me around on his motorcycle. He’s so hot, your honor

Jason's favorite thing was having your arms around his waist and feeling your breath on his neck as you snuggled closer. Not to mention knowing that the vibration from the bike was definitely doing something for you.

The purr of the engine... well. Even if you weren't making horny sounds in his ear, the fuck he got after a day out and tooling around clued him in.

It was a nice day. One of the first nice days after a brutal winter. He'd been itching to get his bike out- not his red hood bike. Not in broad daylight. But. Still. If his wife wanted some time in the sunshine and wanted to spend an afternoon tooling around in a cute little dress... He wasn't going to say no.

You'd been down recently. Not so down you couldn't get out of bed or anything, which he was thankful for but. it was nice to see the fog lift a little bit and you could enjoy stuff again.

"Gettin' hungry?" he asked, rubbing your thigh as a light.

"Depends-"

"We'll get'cha some tacos," he chuckled. "And the good Coke from the bodega across the street."

That does make you moan a little- taunting him, he knew. But he chuckled and swatted his thigh when it worked and his cock twitched. "Don't talk dirty to me like that or I'm gonna try and fuck you on the cross walk-"

"I wonder if they have tamales today," he mused, laughing when you nipped his ear lobe. Still taunting him.

"Can I get Pico too?"

"Anything you want, baby girl," he chuckled. "just as long as you keep making those noises for me."

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WAIT IS JASONS DEATH DAY. Omg can I request him being off all day and reader just being so soft and gentle with him and “I’m happy you’re here” obviously you’re booked up so no pressure for it to be today or anything but just in honor of it I guess?

Jason walked back into the house and took a deep breath. Home. He was home. He had a wife. He had a life. Friends.

All things he could lose between one heart beat and the next. Nothing was permanent. It was all so fragile. And it hurt. His chest physically hurt.

But when he feels a bone crushing hug and soft sweet lips on his cheek, all he can do is hug you back. Grounded in right now as he buried his face in your hair.

"I love you Jaybird," you tell him. "I was getting worried- I have all kinds of snacks and-"

Jason pulled back and looked in your face. You look concerned. He left feeling upset. Not wanting to talk. Not answering his phone. And he can see that you've been anxious about it. "Pockets-"

"Alfred helped me make pizza and I have the good pop from the bodega and-"

Telling him you loved him. That you were happy he was home. That he was here. The best way you knew how. Making sure he felt fed and cared for- a holdover from all the time you spent cold and hungry. Counting change to be able to buy something hot to stay a few hours in a diner.

And some of the pressure in his chest eased up. He got you back once. He'll keep you. Even if it meant fighting the rest of the world. So right now, he's just going to try and relax. To be with you and make some kind of better memory.

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Jason seems like the kind of guy with a strict nighttime routine, especially if he doesn’t have patrol. And if he had a partner 90% would be pampering them to try and ensure a good night sleep

Jason brought you a cup of tea. It was getting close to bed time and he had to start getting you wound down. Because it helped him wind down. And this custom blend of tea was a favorite of yours.

"Thanks," you murmur, curling up against his side when he sat down.

"You're so spoiled," he teased.

"You did it," you tell him, tilting your face up for kisses. After tea, he'd tuck you in. Making sure you were cozy and safe. And then he'd snuggle in with you.

Making sure that you were taken care of. Because if his girl was safe and happy, it made him feel safe and happy. Knowing that you were there. That he could protect you after you'd spent so long scared and alone... it helped.

"Yes I did," he hummed, kissing you. "You're my wife now. It's my job."

"I'm sorry-"

"For what, Pockets? I signed up for this. It's not like we got married and then you went crazy. You went crazy and I married you anyway."

You snort and he rubbed your nose with his tenderly, "It's time for bed," he reminded you. "And you sleep better with some tea and snuggles first."