[yunahood]

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Stalks cutely

I sense that someone is watching me...

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A JASON GRACE VALENTINE'S FOR JO-BERRY (@coffeelovingreader)

a meet-cute & the blond in glasses

jason grace x fem!reader - fluff

Like any other day in New York City, you found yourself cozied up at a quaint cafe hidden from all the touristy folks. Bells of passing bicycles rang, the shuffling and steaming espresso machines made soft noises in the background, while groups of friends chatted quietly, and single cafe attendants continued their work on their laptops. Your favourite scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, and baked pastries, scones, and muffins were released from the oven. As you enjoyed the smells and ambient noises, you watched cars and people walk by from your window seat, waving your legs from the tall stool.

It almost felt like a spell, keeping the chaos at bay as the coffee lovers enjoyed their early day peace.

You woke up from your little daydream the moment the door jingled, signaling another customer entering the cafe dimension.

You couldn’t help yourself but discreetly watch the person who entered. He looked like a young man, somewhat roughly your age, pretty blond hair, and a nice set of glasses resting on his nose. It didn’t seem to be his first time here as he confidentially strode to the ordering counter.

“Two blueberry muffins and two vanilla lattes, please.” His voice was at a mellow pitch, soothing yet firm, it wasn’t an exaggeration to say you could listen to it all day.

The blond only wore a white long sleeved shirt with the NYC logo aligned at the center, while his sleeves were slightly pulled up. Just after he received his order, the young blond searched himself for a seat. And it was such a coincidence that you had an empty seat right beside you. To which the stranger audaciously say there without even asking for permission.

“Excuse me.” You piped up the moment he got comfortable on his seat, so the young man just stared at you with visible question marks hovering above his head.

“How can you just sit there, what if that seat was taken?” As you called out his careless actions, he stared at you with confusion for just a second before an amused grin made its way to his lips.

“I see, my apologies. Is this seat taken, ma’am?” The title rolled off his tongue in such a sass that you did not appreciate, but you answered him anyway. “Actually, it is!” You said with your head held high, “my boyfriend is supposed to be here any moment!”

“Oh, boyfriend you say? What’s he like?” The curious blond asked, chin leaning on his hand as he got himself comfy for a conversation, turning his side to face you.

“He is very handsome, and really strong. He might not look like it, but he will give you a horrible deadly glare if he were to see you here with me!” The boy hummed to your claims, an entertained glimmer in his eyes.

“Oh, I don’t want to be death stared, now do I?” He reasoned with a lift of his brows, yet he still had the daring-do to scoot his tall stool closer to you.

“You’re rather bold, y’know that?” The distance between him and your face wasn’t much, maybe a few centimeters dividing you. Despite meeting you right now, he had the courage to intrude in your personal bubble.

“God forbid a man can’t be a little bold with a pretty girl,” the blond leaned in, leaving a small kiss to your lips, “I got your favourite, feed that hangry tummy of yours.”

“You’re a dummy, Jason Grace. You ruined the act!” A pink blush covered the apple of your cheeks, though it could be easily mistaken that the freezing NYC weather was the cause of your redness.

“I’d hate to act as anything but your boyfriend, who would give you kisses then,” sneaking another kiss to the side of your head, “get some morning coffee in your system, love.” Sliding the blueberry muffin and freshly made vanilla to your side.

“Can we go to the bookstore after this?” You requested while taking a great gulp of coffee, the taste of wondrous caffeine dancing on your tongue.

“We’ll go wherever you want, sweets,” Jason replied after take a sip of his own drink, the same one as yours, you’ve influenced his taste buds and now he can’t get enough of your favourite coffee orders.

The day was still bright and it started with cute shenanigans at a cafe, you wondered if you could play more silly ruses with him for the rest of the day.

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A JASON TODD VALENTINE'S FOR KILLA (@killa-mermaid)

scenic views & sexual cues

jason todd x fem!reader - 18+ content. MDNI!!

Lights shun and shimmered like a canvas under the dark midnight sky. Sparkling lights looked like blotches of bright circles in your wet eyes. Tears bubbling from your glands as ecstatic sensations crawled up your spine. The feeling of leather covered digits slipped past the band of your pants, finding its way to the heat of your core. Chilling air breezed through your strands while the stinging tingles of Jason’s breathe spread across your nape. You stood beside his motorcycle, hands purchased on the seat while his own wrapped around your lush body.

“Fuck–you’re so wet already…” Rough lips scraped along your sensitive neck, the end of his tongue gliding with it as well.

You wanted a moment of peace with your boyfriend, life was as hectic as ever if not more, and all you desired was to be embraced by the one man who was obsessed with your entire being. It was Valentine’s day and Jason wanted nothing more than to take every centimeter of your body until the day ended. The young man didn’t undress you, finding that he could make use of your open fly as his fingers found warm refuge inside your soaking cunt.

“Breath for me, doll…” You barely even registered the wisp of air stuck in your lungs, the anticipation of his next move was absolute suffering.

Wide leather cladded digits fiddled against your spongy walls, curling in a come-hither motion as your body responded for him; back arched beautifully, head on his shoulders, and your voice singing into the winter bitten air as moans tumbled from your lips.

The name of the man who held you like the most delicate thing in the world was also the one to engulf your swollen lips while his tongue fought against your own. Crumbling whatever sanity you had left as fingers imposed deeper within your core.

“Please, oh please, Jason!!—” A sensation bubbled across your entire body, one hand tortuously fingering your needy heat, and the other fondled and groped your breast through your his t-shirt.

When the anticipated release had finally washed down over you, Jason wasn’t nearly done. Clanks and shuffling sounded from behind your exhausted form—your body laid tiredly against his motorcycle, while your aroused lover released himself from the confinements of his pants.

“You tired already, sweetheart?” Amusement laced around every word he uttered, dilated emerald orbs took a taste at your reddened cheeks and glossy eyes, “still got a long way to go until Valentine’s day ends…”

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A JASON TODD VALENTINE'S FOR KORY (@dhazefawn)

strawberry books with a side of blush

jason todd x fem!reader - fluff

Wayne Manor sat under the moonlit spotlight, while dimmed colours filled the hallways. You found it rather exhilarating to sneak into the closed off kitchen meant for no one else other than the butler Alfred.

While bowls filled to the rim with perfectly red pungent strawberries sat atop the counter, just waiting to be devoured by your hands.

Beside you was your big softy of a boyfriend who would risk getting an earful from Alfred just for his sweet girlfriend’s fruit cravings. Of course, the two of you didn’t come to just munch on delectable strawberries, but to enjoy a nice book as well. Just one novel, maybe two… maybe another. After some while it became a good stack that imposingly towered on top of the granite table.

“Haven’t you had enough strawberries for one day?” Jason referenced your second bowl of red fruit that was already depleting swiftly.

“I thought you said I could have whatever I wanted for Valentine’s day?” You said with a lift of an eyebrow. “I did, but—”

“Well, no buts! I want to eat strawberries and enjoy my books with you.” The last part came rather quickly out of your mouth, feeling flushed in the cheeks as your eyes flickered back to the classic novel at hand.

You and Jason had recently gotten together after what seemed to be a decades lasting friendship that danced back and forth between the lines of lover and best friend. And now, it felt like a fever dream to hold him like he was yours.

After what one could assume to be five minutes passing, you took notice of the deafening silence in the kitchen. Jason hadn’t uttered a word since he tried to call out your berry intake, and when you moved your attention to him… Well, all his eyes were on you.

You could only find yourself staring back at your own reflection through the young man’s bright emerald orbs.

“What’s up with you–”

“Your eyes are beautiful…” Just like that. Out of thin air, this man is suddenly complimenting the colour of your eyes and gazing like you were the only thing in the galaxy.

“I—What–?” Speechless wasn’t the right word for what you were feeling, your eyes moved frantic to all the corners of his face; you could feel the heat slowly crawl up the apple of your cheeks.

Did this man not understand the impact of his own words? Why did he have to stare at you like a man starved from beauty?!

“Well… Um—Thank–” Before the rest of your sentence could escape your lips, a strawberry met it first.

“Eat up.” That’s it? A compliment out of nowhere. And closing it off with a strawberry?

You didn’t have much more to say, so you begrudgingly continued your reading, though the boy next to you was anything but sane at that very moment.

His face flamed and mind ran many kilometers per hour as Jason hid his flustered complexion in his sleeve. A young man with broad shoulders and the frame of a giant such as himself, was rendered to a blushing mess after giving single a compliment. And he hopes that your book is interesting enough for you to forget this entire scene.

Spoiler: it’s not.

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A LEO VALDEZ VALENTINE'S FOR YUENY (@aapricus)

.ᐟ y'know robots go kaboom .ᐟ

leo valdez x fem!reader - fluff - maybe ooc (I've never written for him before!)

“Are you certain that nothing will blow up this time, Leo?”

“Certain? I’m more certain than certain! I’m—uh—certain-er!” Leo reassured with confidence solidifying around every word.

It had been a regular occurrence for you and your creative boyfriend, Leo Valdez, to sit in what he likes to call his ‘tinker room’ to, well, tinker.

Ever since Leo got to know you—and later confess his undying devotion for you—he was very insistent on you wearing a trusty ol’ hard cap to protect yourself from literally every possible technological malfunction. As much as he wanted be confident in his ability to not blow anything up, it was better safe than sorry, especially when it came to you.

Malfunctions were as common as the sun rising, and Leo took it as being one step closer to perfection. Although, you had complained to him about the chance of him landing in the hospital because of his machines, you loved Leo the most when he had that spark of life and inspiration deep in his eyes.

“So, what does this thingamabob do?” Pointing towards the secret under a dirty veil.

“All in good time, mi amor! An inventor should never reveal his secrets!” Leo was keen on keeping his lips shut until the grand unveiling. The invention was covered with a dusty reused beige tarp while Mr. Inventor hid under it to continue his work.

You weren’t sure how long you would be sitting there until he was remotely close to completing this secret project. So, with a newfound boredom, you fiddled with whatever doohickeys or whatchamacallits you could find.

Tick tick.

A small noise like rattling nails sounded for just a second before ceasing. You turned your head to catch the cause, but nothing seemed to be moving or going haywire, just Leo working with the mini machine.

Tick tick.

Not a minute later when the exact same noise surfaced, except it was a tad bit louder than before.

“Leo?” You called in a weary voice.

“Yes, baby?” Leo didn’t sound to be completely with you, his mind busied with the workings and screws of the machine.

“Do you hear a noise?”

Tick tick.

The young inventor didn’t answer, but his movements had stilled; and the worrisome noises only grew louder by the second. That’s when it clicked, you realized that the cause came from the secret project Leo had under wraps.

Tick tick tick tick tick—

Suddenly your vision was replaced with a great big puff of pink paired with a loud bursting noise, while clanks of metal hit against the walls, to which thankfully none had touched you. By the time the colour bomb settled, you were left with your boy in pink, colourful confetti scattered on the ground, and hearts shaded across his shirt.

“What on—cough—earth happened?!” You exclaimed while accidentally inhaling a good whiff of strawberry hued smoke.

“I—well—that wasn’t supposed to happen!” Shaking off the pink highlighting his curly strands, while staring towards you with a sheepish grin.

Just from the pink powder throw up on the walls and heart shaped blasts on Leo’s shirt, you could give an educated guess on whatever was really supposed to happen. “So, um… Happy Valentine’s?” The pretty boy in colours left his spot from the floor to approach you. Although, you didn’t mind a messed up Valentine’s gift, Leo seemed rather guilty for it being messed in ruins.

“Hey…” Wrapping your arms around his neck, your pink covered forearms stained the young man’s nape, though that didn’t stop him from leaning in closer. “You’re so sweet to make me a Valentine’s robot, y’know.”

“Except it went kaboom.” He muttered in a pouty tone, face smothering itself in your shoulder. “Well, aren’t robots supposed to go kaboom?” The young man also responded with a jut of his lower lip.

“M’sorry. For turning you into a pink cupcake.” Leo referenced your clothes stained in absolute pink, meanwhile you hair had also taken some new colour. “Let’s look on the bright side!” He hummed in question to your supposed bright side. “We’re both pink cupcakes for Valentine’s,” your smile was genuine and your laughs were beautiful, Leo wasn’t sure where his self-disappointment went, but if Valentine’s meant wearing his pink puffy failure with you, then so be it. Just as long as you had that joy in your eyes.

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FORGOTTEN BIRTHDAYS .ᐟ.ᐟ

PAIRINGS: Tim Drake x Fem!Reader WORD COUNT: 981 SUMMARY: Tim attempted to prepare you a spectacular birthday breakfast, but it seems you couldn't even remember your own birthday. A/N: Happy belated birthday, Yinny @yintous !! I know this is late, but I finally got it done! This is my first time writing for Tim, so heads up... 🥹

Well this didn’t go as excepted…

It was your birthday, a day of which you’d assume to be carefree, without explosions, your nerdy boyfriend by your side, and- did I mention void of any explosions?

Yeah, well… That was the opposite of how your day seemed to start.

Your morning began like any other; the light gleaming from the curtains poked at your eyes, signaling you to finally awaken from your beauty sleep. Your arms stretched below the headboard, pulling out all tension and aches from your prolong slumber; out of habit you reached over to the opposite side of the bed, your hand searched for the radiating warmth that would usually hug you every morning, yet you were welcomed by the cold silk sheets. This prompted you to take a good look at your surrounding— and you were alone? You looked towards Tim’s desk, only to find it empty as well.

That’s when you bubbled out of the early grogginess of sleep, scanning the rest of the room for any sign of your boyfriend, you concluded that he wasn’t here, maybe he had work? but you found the cleanness and tidiness of his desk to be very odd. Usually there’d at least be a single neglected cup of coffee, yet his station was absolutely clean. Before any other assumption came to your mind, you heard an alarming crash come from down stairs.

Without a second thought, you scrammed downstairs in shorts and a tank top, leaving your fluffy slippers behind; barging into the kitchen, you found your pancake splattered boyfriend in a cute apron among utter bloody chaos.

“I know this looks bad, but it’s all part of the process!” You weren’t sure if he was trying to convince you or himself, because you were pretty sure that leftovers of egg yolk should not be on your mahogany cabinets…

“Tim, babe, what on earth are you doing?” “We both know you can’t cook,” you stated plainly, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You didn’t have to say it like that,” scratching the back of his neck with a small pout on his lips, “Just wanted to give you breakfast in bed.” He admitted bashfully, refusing to look at you straight in the eyes.

You didn’t have it in you to sass him any longer, your heart simply melted at the gesture, “timmyyyy!” you whined, wrapping your arms around his waist. “That’s so sweet of you!” You swayed with him back and forth, smiling at his embarrassed face, “but what’s the occasion, babe?” you were about to leave a kiss on his lips, when he stopped you midway, covering your mouth with his hand.

“You don’t know what today is?” He questioned looking absolutely offended, did you forget a special anniversary? You didn’t think so. Responding to his question with a shake of your head, he face palmed at your forgetfulness. “What am I going to do with you…”

“Well, you could-”

“It was a rhetorical question.” He interrupted before you started suggesting strange things.

In a single motion, he securely held your hips and effortlessly lifted you onto the only clean area of the counter top. “It’s your birthday,” he reminded you, although he still could not believe you’d forget your birthday, it’s not like you ever forgot his.

“Oh!” You had completely forgotten, with all the busyness that’s been going on with school and the regular chaos your surrounded with everyday, your own birthday had completely slipped your mind.

A long sigh left Tim’s lungs as he rested his head on your shoulder, nuzzling his forehead on your bare skin; “Sorry, Timmy,” you caressed his head, gently combing his hair, “did I ruin the surprise?”

He shook his head ‘no’, “Not like this mess was getting anywhere.”

“Don’t say that! I’m sure your food will taste amazing!”

Tim’s lips pressed into a thin line as he stared at you unamused.

“Ok, maybe just slightly burnt… But I can help you-” You tried to offer before he cut you off, “Nope. You are staying right there while I finish this breakfast.” He was determined to serve you a birthday meal.

“But-”

He left a quick kiss on your lips, “No, buts. Just relax and look pretty for me. ‘Kay?” It didn’t seem he was waiting for an answer, since he quickly left you in red cheeks and a pounding heart, as he continued to go back to whichever task he hadn’t exploded yet; he had such an effect over you, he could say or do anything and you’d be a puddle on the floor, and you knew he was taking advantage of said power.

While swaying your legs in the air, you observed a very focused Tim trying to decipher how much flour he was supposed to add to the batter; you really wanted to help him out, but you didn’t have the heart to do so against his wishes, so you complied to become his counter top princess.

I mean there was a reason Alfred banned all the boys from entering the kitchen, and the mess that was marked on your regularly white ceiling is proof of why.

Hours went by as the two of you spent your time in the kitchen, and even with the unfolded chaos in your home and the strong smell of eggs and burnt flour, you never felt a happier birthday than right now.

There was light banter, and your play-to play commentary of Tim’s every move, along with a whole ton of snuck in kisses, this moment felt like a warm wrapped present that’d you would only get once in your life and you wouldn’t mind the leftover flour you’d have to wash off later or the massive wake of destruction that would probably take hours to clean, if it meant to be in the moment with the lovely boy of your life.

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