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I just realised I wrote get and didn’t phrase the ao3 ask correctly because I believe people should be able to read my mind lol. Anywayyyyyy I was trying to say y should put all ur fics on ao3 idk what I was thinking in the original ask /what was going on with the phrasing. Hope u have a great week

oh no its alright i understood :)) i have most of my fics on ao3 but i haven't updated the new chapters there or added the witch one. im a bit busy with my med school admissions rn so im forgetting about it and also not getting the time to TT , thus my short hiatus. but dw I'll soon put them on the site.

im glad you loved my works btw :D

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Not Just Anybody | baby daddy!sukuna x f!reader

summary: with sukuna's career as one of the highest paid rugby players in the world, you both knew deep down you couldn't hide from the public forever.

genre/warnings: hidden child trope, ex-fwb to co-parents to lovers, horrible communication, angst, fluff, smut

notes: sukuna is a straight up dilf in this chapter, enjoy<3

m.list | part eight | part nine | part ten

The original plan of grabbing ice cream and walking around the city changed when Sukuna asked if you were ready to go back to the hotel suite. 

You said no and now you two are in a somewhat busy dive bar— not too crazy to the point where you’re overwhelmed, but crowded enough to where Sukuna keeps you close and glares at anyone that walks by. Acting like a guard dog is a role he plays a little too well. You’re at the very end of the bar, right next to the wall. Sukuna’s chair is slightly pulled out further than yours, nobody aside from the bartender is getting within six feet of you. 

Guess you could say that was a good thing though— 30 minutes in and you were already drunk. Again, no one was getting within six feet of you, so you let loose. He wasn’t expecting you to be much of an emotional drunk though. 

“She’s growing up so fast,” your bottom lip begins to quiver, “she’ll be married with kids before we know it.”

Sukuna’s in the middle of taking a sip of his beer when he hears that and freezes at the rather ridiculous statement. “Sayomi? My little girl?” 

“Yes,” you sniffle, “who else would I be talking about? God you’re such a meat head sometimes.” 

His eyes narrow at the little dig, but ignores it and starts to ramble.

“That’s not happening,” he suddenly decides, as delusional as ever. “I’ll be dead and in a casket before I allow some shit like that to happen.” 

“Ma’am? Sir? Is everything okay here?” the bartender wearily asks. 

Sukuna waves him off, “yeah we're fine, my wife just drinks tequila and gets emotional over all the bad things that won’t be happening to our daughter.”

“Getting married isn’t a bad thing, Kuna!” you argue with him before turning to the bartender, “and I’m not his wife.”

Sukuna scoffs and turns to the bartender as well, “tequila makes her lose her memory too.”

You try to scoff at him, but your body betrays you by letting out a giggle. He whips his head back to you and can’t help but smile. Not because he was able to make you laugh multiple times in a row tonight— though that does do a lot for his ego— but no, he’s smiling because you are so blissfully unaware of how hungover you’ll be tomorrow. 

And what does that mean for Sukuna? He’ll get to nurse you back to health tomorrow— there’s nothing better than playing Captain Save-a-Hoe, only when it comes to you though. 

He checks the time and sees that it’s already 1:00 am. The nanny said to take your time, but he already knows you’ll wake up tomorrow feeling somewhat guilty, so he decides to call it a night for the both of you. 

“Nooo,” you immediately whine, “I don’t wanna go yet.”

“Not even if Yomi misses you?” he asks, throwing some cash on the counter.

“She’s awake?!”

“Mhm,” he lies, stifling a laugh, “let’s go, m’sure she misses us.”

“Fine,” you huff out, taking his hand as he leads you out of the bar. It’s summertime, but the cool air still hits you harder than expected when you two walk out. “Where’s the driver?”

“He went home,” he says, hoping you don’t start whining over that too. 

But you still do, once again reminding him that his daughter gets her attitude from you, not him.

“You’re seriously going to make me walk right now?” 

“The hotel's only a block away,” his eyes widen in disbelief, throwing his arm out in the direction it's in. 

“I don’t care,” you stubbornly respond, “call the driver.”

“I’m not doing that,” he chuckles, “come on.”

“N– what are you doing,” you squeal as he throws you over his shoulder as if you were a sack of potatoes. “Don’t drop me!!”

“I wouldn’t dare,” he continues to laugh while starting to walk back. “Now shh, people are going to think I’m kidnapping you or something.”

Walking back to the hotel was the easy part. Getting you bed was the hard part. To put it simply: you wouldn't fucking cooperate with him.

A part of him began to wonder if you were training Sayomi to be a brat to him whenever he wasn't around. Everything that came out of his mouth was met with a no, even if all he said was your name. But instead of crying right after like your child, you'd just laugh in his face.

Except for when he held you down. He only did it so he could wipe your makeup off with one of your makeup remover wipes, which took way too fucking long.

He took some of the blame for that. After 5 minutes of you complaining and whimpering about how cruel he was, he realized he grabbed the baby wipes. That led to him chasing after you in the living room after he finally found the right ones.

After few more minutes and a bruised shin from him hitting the coffee table, he had you pinned down again. Back to square one with getting called a meanie, though his focus was more on how magical makeup remover wipes were, just one swipe and the foundation was gone.

"I just don't know why you care so much," you continue to openly complain to him, but they fall on deaf ears.

"I don't," he barks back. "It's my wellbeing I care about. Do you really think I'd be spared from your wrath when you wake up in the morning and realize that I just let you sleep with your makeup on?"

"..."

Crickets.

"Exactly," he says, yanking a new wipe out of the pack, "now close your eyes so I can get this black shit off your eyelashes."

You finally cooperate throughout the rest of it and change into the pajamas he threw at you as well.

"M'kay," you begin happily fluff the pillow you were about to rest your head on, as if you didn't just make the last 30 minutes hell for Sukuna, "I wanna sleep on the left side tonight."

"Okay," he all but says as he hits the light switch, too tired to even ask why.

"Wait!"

"What."

"Face the fan towards my feet."

"Okay."

"Thank you," you blissfully respond.

He doesn't say anything else as he thinks that's the end of it. He thinks you're sound asleep, but then 3 minutes later.

"Kuna."

"What."

"Never mind, you're being rude," you murmur and turn away from him.

He laughs out of disbelief, "say it."

"Throw your leg over me," you suddenly say, as if you were expecting him to push for what you were about to ask for. "You're like a weighted blanket."

"Fine," he says, not wasting any more time as he pulls your back against his chest and throws his heavy ass leg over you. "Better?"

"Mhm," you hum, "g'night."

He stifles a laugh and kisses your temple, "night."

—

As always, he’s right. 

You’re incredibly hungover, except you unfortunately refuse to let him take care of you. He doesn’t know how you do it, pushing past the headache and nausea, all so you could get ready and pack a beach bag. Although you do let him get Sayomi ready for the day. None of it’s fun though, she hates his fucking guts right now. 

Her first meltdown of the day was when he tried to do her hair. All he was trying to do was tie the top half up so it wouldn’t get in her eyes, yet she acted like he was ripping her hair out of her scalp. 

Then there was putting sunscreen on her, which was harder than having to tie her hair. She literally wiped the sunscreen off her arm and slapped it back on him, all while saying “no!” and “daddy bad!”. 

God forbid he try to prevent his child from getting a sunburn. 

He could allow her to leave the hotel room with her hair looking like she just got struck by lightning, but there was no way in hell he was letting her leave without a thick layer of spf 50. So he does what any other caring father would do and puts goggles on her, then grabs the spray-on kind of sunscreen, and proceeds to spray paint his child as if he were tagging the side of a bridge. 

At that point she’s wailing, and you can hear Sukuna telling her “yeah, you’ll thank me later when you get to come home without a sunburn.”

She won’t. You doubt she’ll even remember this an hour from now. 

She looks ridiculous by the time you pick her up to console her, with her fucked up ponytail and crooked pink goggles, but you appreciate Sukuna doing all of that for her. With the way you were right now, you were not in the right mindspace to get her ready, you probably would’ve just cried with her from how much your head hurt. 

“Aww,” you coo, “was daddy being mean?”

“y-EAAAAH,” she continues to cry, a little harder this time because she wants you to feel sorry for her. 

You don’t, neither does Sukuna. He has to face the wall for a second because he would’ve bursted out laughing from how fucking crazy his child looks right now. 

It takes around 2 hours to fully get ready to go to the beach, but luckily she stopped crying and graciously forgave him for torturing her right before the three of you left the hotel. 

Most people would think a beach was one of the better places to be hungover at, but it’s not. Even with the giant umbrella you sat under covering you from the sun, you still felt the heat beating against you. Why you allowed yourself to drink as much as you did last night, you’ll never know. Next time you go out with Sukuna, you’ll make sure to tell him to stop you after a few, even if you do try to fight him over it. 

“You know,” Marjorie starts, while you both watch all the men with their children, including Sukuna and Yomi— who’s holding on to him for dear life because she doesn’t like strangers, “we all laughed when we found out Sukuna had a secret child— only because he’s the most violent player on the team— but he’s really good with her.”

“He is,” you hum back. If only she knew that the only reason why she’s not ripping her little bucket hat off and throwing it away is because she’s shy around people she doesn’t know. But that doesn’t take away from the fact that he’d just pick the hat up, plop it back on her head, and secure it a little better. “You should’ve seen them this morning, it was like world war 3 watching him put sunscreen on her,” you stifle a laugh. 

“Poor baby,” she laughs, “must’ve hated how cold it felt at first.”

“Oh no, we let the sunscreen sit in warm water for a bit before putting it on.” 

“So she just wanted to complain?”

“Yeah,” you take a sip of your coconut water, “her cries literally go in one ear and out the other for him. I don’t know how he does it.”

“I could never,” she sighs. 

“It’s so hard sometimes,” you say, “I used to call my parents or her nanny all the time in tears.”

She sighs, “I’m sorry to hear that. My sister was the same way with her first child.”

“It's okay, it’s a lot better now though with him helping out,” Sukuna turns to you as you finish the sentence and points to the water, “what?”

He covers Yomi’s ear and raises his voice, “do you want to get in the water with us?”

You don’t get much of a chance to think about it before Marjorie nudges at you, “go- I’ll watch your guys’ stuff.”

“Thanks,” you smile at her, then get up to meet the two. 

“Hi mommy,” your daughter beams the moment she realizes you're walking up. 

“Hi baby,” you squish her cheeks. 

“You feelin’ any better?” Sukuna asks, just as concerned as he was when you ran to the bathroom to puke this morning. 

“Yeah. Marjorie gave me some coconut water and it helped a lot,” you say, brushing off his concern. 

You follow him into the water and your daughter looks… weary, for a lack of better terms. This is her first time in the ocean and she doesn’t know whether she should like it or not, but it helps seeing you and her dad not reacting to it. 

The water’s warmer than you thought it’d be, you’re also thankful for the fact that it’s crystal clear, who knows how comfortable you’d be if it was murky even in just the slightest. You both take turns holding Yomi. She goes through moments where she splashes at the water before going back to looking unimpressed with it. 

The most reaction you got from her was whenever Sukuna disappeared in the water, making her burst out laughing each time he popped his head back up. But whenever you did it, she’d internally panic and look in all directions. For her sanity, you decided not to play the more extreme version of hide and seek. 

Sukuna was just a little offended though, she didn’t look panicked at all when he disappeared. 

“Wanna get out of here after this?” Sukuna asks. 

“Why?” you smile. “Is your social battery running low.”

“Yeah,” he snorts, “I’m ready to eat and take a nap. Didn’t realize how tired I’d be after a couple hours.”

“We can do that. Did you wanna go to a restaurant around here for lunch or did you want room service?”

“Restaurant. There’s a place up the road that has really good oysters apparently.”

“Do we need a reservation?”

“I don’t think so,” he shakes his head, then pauses after realizing how oddly quiet his daughter’s been. 

She’s shivering. 

“Are you cold honey?” you ask, holding back a little laugh. 

She doesn’t even respond and lays her head against his chest since that was the only source of warmth she was getting. 

He lets out a chuckle, “alright, lets get out of here.” 

Sayomi doesn’t even last halfway through lunch and passes out. It was hard not to, the restaurant was a casual one, so Sukuna wrapped her up in a towel like a little burrito and you opted to have her sit on your lap instead of a highchair. Three fries later and she’s peacefully sleeping with her cheek squished against your chest. 

She sleeps through just about anything, so you both are able to continue talking normally, not that it was over anything important. It was mainly over the upcoming week, which consisted of more traveling as you two would be leaving the country in two days and flying to France for the next tournament. 

The next two days consisted of you two resting, especially Sukuna since he’d be going back to training once he got off the plane.

And as much as you two wanted to rest, not everything goes to plan. 

Instead of spending those two days lazing around, he spent a majority of it fuming and on the phone arguing with his team’s PR manager. It’s not like you two were trying to hide it, but you also weren’t expecting to have an entire article written about Sukuna and his “secret life”, with pictures of you and your daughter plastered all over it.

Not just picture of the three of you in Australia, but pictures that date back to when he first found out about her.

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domestic hcs with dick grayson

here's the jason one.

again, heavily inspired by prompts from this post by @novelbear (her prompts always manage to get my mind running)

dividers by @cafekitsune

dick was someone you couldn't help but love immediately. you had an instant crush on him, your friendship was even better. his charm was always something you couldn't resist. to everyone else the tension was crystal clear, if not suffocating. so it wasn't a surprise when you got together with him, just a bunch of relieved sighs.

it didn't take much time before both of you fell into a tandem, like in sync. he just knew what you needed, when you needed. his way of loving was open and free, he didn't shy away from loving you loudly, it wasn't annoying— it made you feel utterly loved.

living with him had its surprises everyday, it was the little things, it always made you sleep with a smile. domesticity was like a blessing with a person like dick.

and those little moments were as sweet as they were silly.

"dick no! don't do that!" you quietly groaned yet instead of moving your head away you further leaned back. you were sat on the floor while dick was on the couch with you between his legs. his hands were carding through your hair, his nails scratching your scalp gently— its a bliss, pure bliss. you always doze off when he does that.

"do what?" he asked amusingly as he tilted your head back for a second to see your helpless smile. he then looked up to see what you were browsing through before seeing you stop at that one series that you always slept through.

"this again?" he scoffed as his hands stopped, "you always fall asleep half way through an episode."

you fake an inaudible gasp in offence as you jab at his leg with your elbow, "i do not."

"i speak with evidence." he has taken several pics of you sleeping open mouthed every time you doze off while watching that show.

"well— well you always do this whenever we're watching that." you point to his hands in your hair, "so its your fault that i sleep. technically."

"that so?" he muses as he leans down to catch your eyes, "so i should stop hm? " he begins to pull away before you hold them at their place.

"i will murder you."

he simply laughs under his breath which you ignore as you pretend to focus on the show, and he decided that instead of brushing your hair, he'll braid. so he does, and it turns out very pretty and neat too.

but then he realises the slight weight on his thigh, and thats when he notices your head lolling to the side, completely squishing a cheek against his thigh. he looks up and like he said, the episode isn't even halfway done.

despite the urge to be smug about his words, his eyes are fond as he peers down at you, poking at your puffed cheek gently. he leans down and presses a kiss on your forehead, admiring you for a moment longer.

a million thoughts running through his mind and yet he stops at one.

he takes out his phone and takes endless pics from every embarrassing angle imaginable.

after all, evidence.

a vigilante's life isn't easy. nights are spent cleaning up the streets, sniffing out the criminals— then there are tough nights where they are lucky to leave in one piece. its demanding, excruciating. so a lot of his time is understandably dedicated to it.

but he is also dedicated to you, so he always directs his full attention to you when you come back from a tiring day at work, full of gossips and complaints. and he's happy to hear them all.

like right now, you're chattering away about some office gossip, all animated and hurried while sitting on the counter with dick standing in between your thighs. he's holding a pint of ice cream in one hand and a spoon in another. his brows are furrowed in absolute concentration, like he's hanging onto every word you're saying.

and he is, of course, but his attention is divided by your lips. they're too distracting!

"that guy is such an asshole you know—" you stopped as he fed you a spoon, and you gulped it down quickly to continue, "he always used to pick on me, but after that complaint— i thought he might have straightened up but nooo-" another spoon. "now, he's picking on some poor new guy."

"a real piece of work." dick scoffed and you nodded, "i know right!" you licked the side of your lips, getting that cream off and dick swears under his breath, his jaw clenching a mere second.

"oh yes! you know Sal? the one who threw coffee at—"

"yes cheating ex boyfriend in the cafe opposite to your office." he completed as he held the spoon, brows still furrowed as he tried his best to not stare at your lips.

"yes!" you gulped down before continuing again, "yes her. so.." forgive him for doing this. after feeding you he licked the spoon slowly, yet innocently all while holding contact. he knows exactly what he's doing.

you paused at your words as your brows furrowed, "her.... what are you doing?" your eyes immediately narrowed in suspicion. you'd be an idiot to not know that look by now.

"what? im just listening to my pretty lover." he answered innocently, the corner of his lips almost tugging up.

"ah i get it." you chuckle under your breath as you shake your head and he simply appears confused, though a laugh escapes him too. "what? can i not call my lover pretty?"

"oh you coy little thing." you grinned as you hooked a finger on the collar of his tshirt and pulled him close.

"little? hey im bigger—"

"shut it."

you liked cooking on your day offs, you could take your time and experiment. it helped to unwind from the week's stress. so you kept dick away from the kitchen until everything's done to not add onto that stress.

"dick?" you called out gently and upon hearing no reply, your brows furrow as you lean your weight on your other foot while your hand rested on your hip, "grayson!" this one wasn't so gentle.

"i said im coming!" he called out frantically, his rushed steps stopping right in front of you, a small over dramatic pout on his face.

"did you?"

"i did!"

his pout deepened when you gave him a unimpressed side eye. "anyway, taste this for me hm?" you look back down at the piping hot food you made, taking a spoonful before raising it to your lips to blow on it.

he had literal heart eyes as he awaited patiently, he loved your food. says he's the number one fan, and compliments every time you cook. he was the one who told alfred about your "magnificent" skills, his words, and thanks to him, you got tons of little tips from alfred.

after blowing on it a few times you raised it to his lips, holding another hand right under his chin while he leaned down. it may be a small thing but this particular moment, whenever you made him taste your food, like this, it made his heart flutter worse than when he confessed.

"sweet god thats amazing!" he moaned, almost obscenely and you cringe at it before your eyes went to the little broth trickling down the side of his lips.

"the sounds you make.." you tutted as you wiped the broth off his lips and licked your thumb.

he froze.

his eyes stayed stuck to your lips for a moment, his ears tuning out everything else as blood rushed to his face.

"shit that was hot." he mumbled to himself as he exhaled heavily while rubbing his eyes and you paused to look at him in confusion.

"but i blew on it."

"what? no not the food—" he paused to give you a pointed look, "are you acting coy or are you seriously that dense?"

"hey im not dens—"

but he was a fast man, always was. immediately turning off the stove he grabbed you by your hips and hoisted you up before settling you on the counter. your eyes widened but before you could protest his mouth was already on yours, urgent and heated.

maybe you were dense.

dick grayson's love language is physical touch. but its not just that he likes touching his partner, but he feels safe feeling them close, he needs the warmth to ground himself, anchor himself to them so his demons won't tear him apart.

and that, follows to bed. he's a very cuddly sleeper. he needs to feel some part of you while sleeping, and its beyond a habit now. its like second nature to him.

sometimes he's draped over you, or the other way around. sometimes he curls in your arms like a little fluff ball, he likes being held too. but most times he has an iron grip around your waist. barely ever lets go, even when you have to pee.

"i have to pee— dick let go." you sleepily groan as you swat at his arm but its like an immovable rock. he simply groans in his sleep before going quiet and you mentally cry, because your bladder is begging you. how can a vigilante be such a heavy sleeper?

he isn't, he hears you but he truly doesn't want to let go.

"dick babe let go i really gotta pee come on." you whine as you pry his arm off, try to. he further nuzzles his face in your shoulder while pulling you even more closer, if that was even possible with the negligent space between you two.

but upon continous pestering, when his sleep was offically ruined he lets you go with something thats between a grumble and a whine.

"what are you doing out of bed?" he asked as if you didn't just tell him that a hundred times.

"for the love of god, i need to pee."

"come fast."

"i might just sleep in the bathroom."

your job might not be as demanding and life-threatening like his, but it does make you rise up way too early for your comfort.

and somehow, for some unknown reasons to you, he likes to be a little shit in the morning. it wasn't intentional at first, but when he saw the annoyed little frown at your face that was more like a pout to him, it made his heart crash. and laugh evil like a maniac.

"dick get the hell out of there!" you yell as you pound at the bathroom door, rubbing your face helplessly before whining again.

“i told you i have a meeting in an hour! get out of the bathroom!” you bang your fists at the door again before looking up at the ceiling as if praying to every power in the universe to give you patience and strength. strength to beat the crap out of him.

"dick i swear to god I'll kill—" you stumble as he suddenly opens the door, not even bothering to feign innocence, instead he's grinning wide and toothy.

"you jerk." you inhale slowly as you point a finger at him, glaring at him with narrowed eyes.

"yes my love?" he has the audacity to say before leaning down and resting his chin on the tip of your finger, tilting his head a bit with that mischievous glint in his eyes that you so love.

"you do this everytime im late! deliberately! " you accuse and he just laughs before wrapping his arms around your waist as if to gather you up from the floor.

"i do? well im so sorry." he said with the most cheeky smile ever and your glare deepens. "this isn't a laughing mat– hey- hey stop it—"

he starts to lean down and pepper kisses all over your face, even when you bend away he follows right over, his hand splayed on your back to support you.

"im sorry." a small peck, "really really sorry." a proper kiss, "forgive me?" bombards you with kisses.

well... he sure is lucky he has an adorable face. damn him.

but you're just as chaotic as him, maybe you weren't before but people in a healthy relationships do learn a thing or two from their partner.

and so did you.

"babe! babe!" dick comes rushing, his eyes scanning the whole room with frantic eyes, before stopping at the washing machine. horror and panic seeped in his eyes as he saw the machine was rinsing the clothes at the moment, draining the water out.

"did you just put my hoodie in the wash?" he asked, praying you didn't. you raised a brow before putting a hand on your hip, "yeah? why? it had a stain remember?"

"love, my phone was in there!" he immediately rushed to the machine, switching it off before opening it.

"dick what the hell—"

he rummaged through, his hands getting all wet till his forearms while the panic in his eyes increased. but he couldn't feel his phone in there, his brows furrowed and he turned to you in confusion. but paused at the sight of you biting your lips, wheezing quietly.

"wha— where's my pho—" you slowly pulled his phone from your pocket, holding it up. silence ensued as he stared at you deadpanned while you cackled loudly.

and then you both bolted.

"you're such an idiot oh my god!" you laughed as tears blurred your vision while you ran for your life, around the living room with him quick on his feet.

"stop running baby its just a matter of when." he called out, eerily calm and you let out a helpless groan before sprinting for the bedroom.

and you had the wishful thinking that you'd outrun your vigilante boyfriend.

his arm hooked around your waist and he yanked you back towards him, your back hitting his chest. your clothes got damp due to his arms still being wet.

"nooo! no you got my clothes wet!" you groaned through your giggles. his smile widened at the sound of your laugh, cheeks reddening and heart warming.

"yeah baby? should have thought this through you know." he murmured amusingly against your ear, making you squirm in his hold.

he swiftly turned you around before grabbing your face, with his wet hands and smashed his lips on yours before you could yell at him. you could feel him smiling against your lips, making the butterflies go all chaotic. you didn't even register the soft moan that escaped your lips and he pulled away with a chuckle, his mischievous eyes filled with delight and mirth.

he pecked your lips again before booping your nose, "we're even now."

dick may have his charm on most of the time, his confidence unwavering. but there are also times when he is nervous.

"im home!"

you got up from your bed and walk out of the bedroom with a soft smile on your lips.

"hey— oh! whats that?" your eyes widen before you rush to him, staring at the bouquet of lillies with awe.

he brushes his hair back before rubbing his nape with a hesitant smile, his eyes darting from your face to the flowers that you take in your hand. "you were talking about that table there being a little...bare, so i got you some flowers to put in it's space."

his eyes pause at your face, a small smile coming on his lips, one filled with fondness. he was nervous, what if you won't like it? what if it doesn't look good at that particular place? he hides those concerns behind that pretty smile.

you look up at him and your smile widens helplessly. you keep the bouquet aside on the coffee table before wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him close.

"aren't you the sweetest?"

"yeah?"

you hum before pecking his cheeks, his nose and finally his lips. "you like em?" he tilts his head, and behind the assured smile is a need to make sure, make sure that he is indeed loving you right.

"mhm."

dick lives for those over the top, dramatic confessions of love, kissing under the rain, getting you all charmed with ease— but these small, sweet and slow moments... they stick in his mind. they stay and carve out a special place in his heart.

and a silly yet sweet domestic life is all he wants, all with you.

"by the way did you finish that show I've been wanting to see since a week...all by yourself?"

"....yeah about that—"

NOTE: somehow this one became longer than jason's.

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If you think Sukuna is a menace now, just imagine that man as an ex-boyfriend. He was already an asshole to begin with, but now that man's feelings are hurt and he's going to make it known.

All the usual spots that you go to— the gym, your favorite grocery store, your favorite bakery? He’s now a regular there. You can't even escape him by going to Sephora because that's where he gets his cologne now.

Peace at home? No. He's signed you up for literally every single religious organization that's local to you. Scientology. Jehovahs Witness. The Catholic Church. And more. Literally each and every one within a 20 mile radius. They blow up your phone. They knock on your door at 8:00 am on a Sunday morning.

It doesn't stop there. He buys over a hundred keys, with your phone number attached to it, with a little note that says "please call if missing", and scatters them throughout the city.

After the 18th call in a day, you change your number.

Any new guys you go on dates with? He befriends them. You don't even know how he does it, he barely had friends when you two were together and now he's suddenly the most friendliest man on the planet.

You get a flat tire and you go to your nearest tire shop to get it patched up, only for them to send you to Sukuna's shop. You try a different one, they referred you to Sukuna's shop too. In the end you manage to patch it up yourself, but then the next week, you start your car and it sounds weird.

The tow truck guy tells you your catalytic converter is missing??? He also refers you to Sukuna's shop.

None of it scares you, you know he's not going to hurt you. He's just throwing a fit right now.

And when you finally come storming into his shop, cussing him out and telling him how fucking pathetic he is, all he does is grin and says, "I missed you too, princess."

And somehow an hour later he has you bent over his desk, making you remember what getting fucked by him feels like so you can finally stop being a brat and take him back.

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she once laughed and i wanted to frame the sound in stained glass.

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you have to be able to defend people who are receiving unjust treatment even if they annoy you even if you personally find them extremely annoying you still have to be able to stand up and say "well thats fucked up"

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domestic hcs with dick grayson

here's the jason one.

again, heavily inspired by prompts from this post by @novelbear (her prompts always manage to get my mind running)

dividers by @cafekitsune

dick was someone you couldn't help but love immediately. you had an instant crush on him, your friendship was even better. his charm was always something you couldn't resist. to everyone else the tension was crystal clear, if not suffocating. so it wasn't a surprise when you got together with him, just a bunch of relieved sighs.

it didn't take much time before both of you fell into a tandem, like in sync. he just knew what you needed, when you needed. his way of loving was open and free, he didn't shy away from loving you loudly, it wasn't annoying— it made you feel utterly loved.

living with him had its surprises everyday, it was the little things, it always made you sleep with a smile. domesticity was like a blessing with a person like dick.

and those little moments were as sweet as they were silly.

"dick no! don't do that!" you quietly groaned yet instead of moving your head away you further leaned back. you were sat on the floor while dick was on the couch with you between his legs. his hands were carding through your hair, his nails scratching your scalp gently— its a bliss, pure bliss. you always doze off when he does that.

"do what?" he asked amusingly as he tilted your head back for a second to see your helpless smile. he then looked up to see what you were browsing through before seeing you stop at that one series that you always slept through.

"this again?" he scoffed as his hands stopped, "you always fall asleep half way through an episode."

you fake an inaudible gasp in offence as you jab at his leg with your elbow, "i do not."

"i speak with evidence." he has taken several pics of you sleeping open mouthed every time you doze off while watching that show.

"well— well you always do this whenever we're watching that." you point to his hands in your hair, "so its your fault that i sleep. technically."

"that so?" he muses as he leans down to catch your eyes, "so i should stop hm? " he begins to pull away before you hold them at their place.

"i will murder you."

he simply laughs under his breath which you ignore as you pretend to focus on the show, and he decided that instead of brushing your hair, he'll braid. so he does, and it turns out very pretty and neat too.

but then he realises the slight weight on his thigh, and thats when he notices your head lolling to the side, completely squishing a cheek against his thigh. he looks up and like he said, the episode isn't even halfway done.

despite the urge to be smug about his words, his eyes are fond as he peers down at you, poking at your puffed cheek gently. he leans down and presses a kiss on your forehead, admiring you for a moment longer.

a million thoughts running through his mind and yet he stops at one.

he takes out his phone and takes endless pics from every embarrassing angle imaginable.

after all, evidence.

a vigilante's life isn't easy. nights are spent cleaning up the streets, sniffing out the criminals— then there are tough nights where they are lucky to leave in one piece. its demanding, excruciating. so a lot of his time is understandably dedicated to it.

but he is also dedicated to you, so he always directs his full attention to you when you come back from a tiring day at work, full of gossips and complaints. and he's happy to hear them all.

like right now, you're chattering away about some office gossip, all animated and hurried while sitting on the counter with dick standing in between your thighs. he's holding a pint of ice cream in one hand and a spoon in another. his brows are furrowed in absolute concentration, like he's hanging onto every word you're saying.

and he is, of course, but his attention is divided by your lips. they're too distracting!

"that guy is such an asshole you know—" you stopped as he fed you a spoon, and you gulped it down quickly to continue, "he always used to pick on me, but after that complaint— i thought he might have straightened up but nooo-" another spoon. "now, he's picking on some poor new guy."

"a real piece of work." dick scoffed and you nodded, "i know right!" you licked the side of your lips, getting that cream off and dick swears under his breath, his jaw clenching a mere second.

"oh yes! you know Sal? the one who threw coffee at—"

"yes cheating ex boyfriend in the cafe opposite to your office." he completed as he held the spoon, brows still furrowed as he tried his best to not stare at your lips.

"yes!" you gulped down before continuing again, "yes her. so.." forgive him for doing this. after feeding you he licked the spoon slowly, yet innocently all while holding contact. he knows exactly what he's doing.

you paused at your words as your brows furrowed, "her.... what are you doing?" your eyes immediately narrowed in suspicion. you'd be an idiot to not know that look by now.

"what? im just listening to my pretty lover." he answered innocently, the corner of his lips almost tugging up.

"ah i get it." you chuckle under your breath as you shake your head and he simply appears confused, though a laugh escapes him too. "what? can i not call my lover pretty?"

"oh you coy little thing." you grinned as you hooked a finger on the collar of his tshirt and pulled him close.

"little? hey im bigger—"

"shut it."

you liked cooking on your day offs, you could take your time and experiment. it helped to unwind from the week's stress. so you kept dick away from the kitchen until everything's done to not add onto that stress.

"dick?" you called out gently and upon hearing no reply, your brows furrow as you lean your weight on your other foot while your hand rested on your hip, "grayson!" this one wasn't so gentle.

"i said im coming!" he called out frantically, his rushed steps stopping right in front of you, a small over dramatic pout on his face.

"did you?"

"i did!"

his pout deepened when you gave him a unimpressed side eye. "anyway, taste this for me hm?" you look back down at the piping hot food you made, taking a spoonful before raising it to your lips to blow on it.

he had literal heart eyes as he awaited patiently, he loved your food. says he's the number one fan, and compliments every time you cook. he was the one who told alfred about your "magnificent" skills, his words, and thanks to him, you got tons of little tips from alfred.

after blowing on it a few times you raised it to his lips, holding another hand right under his chin while he leaned down. it may be a small thing but this particular moment, whenever you made him taste your food, like this, it made his heart flutter worse than when he confessed.

"sweet god thats amazing!" he moaned, almost obscenely and you cringe at it before your eyes went to the little broth trickling down the side of his lips.

"the sounds you make.." you tutted as you wiped the broth off his lips and licked your thumb.

he froze.

his eyes stayed stuck to your lips for a moment, his ears tuning out everything else as blood rushed to his face.

"shit that was hot." he mumbled to himself as he exhaled heavily while rubbing his eyes and you paused to look at him in confusion.

"but i blew on it."

"what? no not the food—" he paused to give you a pointed look, "are you acting coy or are you seriously that dense?"

"hey im not dens—"

but he was a fast man, always was. immediately turning off the stove he grabbed you by your hips and hoisted you up before settling you on the counter. your eyes widened but before you could protest his mouth was already on yours, urgent and heated.

maybe you were dense.

dick grayson's love language is physical touch. but its not just that he likes touching his partner, but he feels safe feeling them close, he needs the warmth to ground himself, anchor himself to them so his demons won't tear him apart.

and that, follows to bed. he's a very cuddly sleeper. he needs to feel some part of you while sleeping, and its beyond a habit now. its like second nature to him.

sometimes he's draped over you, or the other way around. sometimes he curls in your arms like a little fluff ball, he likes being held too. but most times he has an iron grip around your waist. barely ever lets go, even when you have to pee.

"i have to pee— dick let go." you sleepily groan as you swat at his arm but its like an immovable rock. he simply groans in his sleep before going quiet and you mentally cry, because your bladder is begging you. how can a vigilante be such a heavy sleeper?

he isn't, he hears you but he truly doesn't want to let go.

"dick babe let go i really gotta pee come on." you whine as you pry his arm off, try to. he further nuzzles his face in your shoulder while pulling you even more closer, if that was even possible with the negligent space between you two.

but upon continous pestering, when his sleep was offically ruined he lets you go with something thats between a grumble and a whine.

"what are you doing out of bed?" he asked as if you didn't just tell him that a hundred times.

"for the love of god, i need to pee."

"come fast."

"i might just sleep in the bathroom."

your job might not be as demanding and life-threatening like his, but it does make you rise up way too early for your comfort.

and somehow, for some unknown reasons to you, he likes to be a little shit in the morning. it wasn't intentional at first, but when he saw the annoyed little frown at your face that was more like a pout to him, it made his heart crash. and laugh evil like a maniac.

"dick get the hell out of there!" you yell as you pound at the bathroom door, rubbing your face helplessly before whining again.

“i told you i have a meeting in an hour! get out of the bathroom!” you bang your fists at the door again before looking up at the ceiling as if praying to every power in the universe to give you patience and strength. strength to beat the crap out of him.

"dick i swear to god I'll kill—" you stumble as he suddenly opens the door, not even bothering to feign innocence, instead he's grinning wide and toothy.

"you jerk." you inhale slowly as you point a finger at him, glaring at him with narrowed eyes.

"yes my love?" he has the audacity to say before leaning down and resting his chin on the tip of your finger, tilting his head a bit with that mischievous glint in his eyes that you so love.

"you do this everytime im late! deliberately! " you accuse and he just laughs before wrapping his arms around your waist as if to gather you up from the floor.

"i do? well im so sorry." he said with the most cheeky smile ever and your glare deepens. "this isn't a laughing mat– hey- hey stop it—"

he starts to lean down and pepper kisses all over your face, even when you bend away he follows right over, his hand splayed on your back to support you.

"im sorry." a small peck, "really really sorry." a proper kiss, "forgive me?" bombards you with kisses.

well... he sure is lucky he has an adorable face. damn him.

but you're just as chaotic as him, maybe you weren't before but people in a healthy relationships do learn a thing or two from their partner.

and so did you.

"babe! babe!" dick comes rushing, his eyes scanning the whole room with frantic eyes, before stopping at the washing machine. horror and panic seeped in his eyes as he saw the machine was rinsing the clothes at the moment, draining the water out.

"did you just put my hoodie in the wash?" he asked, praying you didn't. you raised a brow before putting a hand on your hip, "yeah? why? it had a stain remember?"

"love, my phone was in there!" he immediately rushed to the machine, switching it off before opening it.

"dick what the hell—"

he rummaged through, his hands getting all wet till his forearms while the panic in his eyes increased. but he couldn't feel his phone in there, his brows furrowed and he turned to you in confusion. but paused at the sight of you biting your lips, wheezing quietly.

"wha— where's my pho—" you slowly pulled his phone from your pocket, holding it up. silence ensued as he stared at you deadpanned while you cackled loudly.

and then you both bolted.

"you're such an idiot oh my god!" you laughed as tears blurred your vision while you ran for your life, around the living room with him quick on his feet.

"stop running baby its just a matter of when." he called out, eerily calm and you let out a helpless groan before sprinting for the bedroom.

and you had the wishful thinking that you'd outrun your vigilante boyfriend.

his arm hooked around your waist and he yanked you back towards him, your back hitting his chest. your clothes got damp due to his arms still being wet.

"nooo! no you got my clothes wet!" you groaned through your giggles. his smile widened at the sound of your laugh, cheeks reddening and heart warming.

"yeah baby? should have thought this through you know." he murmured amusingly against your ear, making you squirm in his hold.

he swiftly turned you around before grabbing your face, with his wet hands and smashed his lips on yours before you could yell at him. you could feel him smiling against your lips, making the butterflies go all chaotic. you didn't even register the soft moan that escaped your lips and he pulled away with a chuckle, his mischievous eyes filled with delight and mirth.

he pecked your lips again before booping your nose, "we're even now."

dick may have his charm on most of the time, his confidence unwavering. but there are also times when he is nervous.

"im home!"

you got up from your bed and walk out of the bedroom with a soft smile on your lips.

"hey— oh! whats that?" your eyes widen before you rush to him, staring at the bouquet of lillies with awe.

he brushes his hair back before rubbing his nape with a hesitant smile, his eyes darting from your face to the flowers that you take in your hand. "you were talking about that table there being a little...bare, so i got you some flowers to put in it's space."

his eyes pause at your face, a small smile coming on his lips, one filled with fondness. he was nervous, what if you won't like it? what if it doesn't look good at that particular place? he hides those concerns behind that pretty smile.

you look up at him and your smile widens helplessly. you keep the bouquet aside on the coffee table before wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him close.

"aren't you the sweetest?"

"yeah?"

you hum before pecking his cheeks, his nose and finally his lips. "you like em?" he tilts his head, and behind the assured smile is a need to make sure, make sure that he is indeed loving you right.

"mhm."

dick lives for those over the top, dramatic confessions of love, kissing under the rain, getting you all charmed with ease— but these small, sweet and slow moments... they stick in his mind. they stay and carve out a special place in his heart.

and a silly yet sweet domestic life is all he wants, all with you.

"by the way did you finish that show I've been wanting to see since a week...all by yourself?"

"....yeah about that—"

NOTE: somehow this one became longer than jason's.

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Heyyy new follower here and i absolutely love your fics, PLUS SEEING SOMEONE WHO IS BOTH A DC AND The pitt fan is sooo nice😭, looking forward to more updates from you🫶

OHHH oh thats so nice 😭😭 the pitt holds a special place in my heart (i don't even know the amount of times i've rewatched it) hope you like my future updates too!