#grayson fluff

[angelltheninth]

Can you write the Arcane women taking care of their girlfriend when she's on her period?

My own period is getting closer so I am feeling this ask right now.

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman, Maddie Nolen, Grayson, Sevika, Mel Medarda, Ambessa Medarda, Cassandra Kiramman

Tags: fluff, periods, bleeding, feeling sick, period cramps, comfort food, massages, cuddles, working out, suggestive content

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A/N: If there was a button to opt me out of periods for the rest of my life I would press it so fast. It's not fair.

Jinx would run around frantically, literally burying you in supplies that she doesn't even know if you need. The type to try to distract you by talking your ear off and making you laugh. She feels guilty when she sees you cramping up in pain and briefly considers offering you Shimmer to make you feel better. If she needs to she will break into Piltover medicine shops to get you some better medicine.

Vi hasn't had the best experience with periods herself so she doesn't know how to take care of you properly. She offers you messages that worked with her when her cramps were really bad and makes sure you have enough water to drink since you're bleeding a lot. Kisses your stomach when she feels it flexing from cramps. When she feels you relax under her touch she smiles, knowing she's doing it right.

Caitlyn knows when your period is close so she takes days off work to tend to you. Piltover won't fall to pieces if she's not working for a bit, taking care of her girlfriend is more important. She can get you anything you need, be it medicine, pads, food you're craving, just ask her and she'll take care of it. Doesn't want you walking alone when you're feeling sick so she always follows you to the bathroom.

Maddie always makes sure she has your favorite comfort food ready for when you're on your period. It's a small comfort maybe but it's something she always wanted to have while she was on her periods, someone taking care of her. To make sure you don't get sick again she feeds you the food little by little. When a bit of food stains your lips she leans in to kiss you, distracting you for just a moment longer.

Grayson gets worried when she wakes up and you're not in bed next to her but in the bathroom holding your stomach. She knows what's wrong right away and carries you back to bed, telling you to stay put while she goes out to buy what you need. Helps you change into clean pajamas and kisses your legs, hips and stomach while doing so. Makes sure you get lots of rest, and lots of tea to help with the pain.

Sevika thinks that a good workout is a great way to help with your period pains. Obviously she won't push you past your breaking point or push you if you're feeling sick but a little work out will do you some good. She rewards you with food and drinks she knows you like, and those that keep your energy up so you're not as sluggish. Kisses are on the table too, and more if you're feeling up for it later.

Mel prepares you a big, warm bath and yes she will take the bath with you once you washed up. Pampers and spoils you rotten while you're on your period, she's even more attentive than usual. She makes sure you know that she doesn't think the blood is gross or unsightly, she might look prim and proper but she'd seen her fair share of blood. And she would never be grossed out by you, especially not now.

Ambessa lets you see her secret softer side when you're on your period. Her duties can wait a bit, she wants to spend a good chunk of her day with you instead. Physical activity is a good way to help with period pains and you already know she's not grossed out by blood in any way, so if you want to spend the day in bed with her it's more than welcome. Or you can just cuddle, that's on the table too.

Cassandra didn't have regular periods when she was younger but she knows how painful they can be. The last thing she wants is to see you in pain so she always has tea ready, it's right next to your bed, might not be tasty but it helps. She cuddles up next to you on the bed or on the couch, constantly kissing your cheeks, your forehead, kissing you on the lips, comforting you. Will even take a day off from the Council.

[graciedollie]

Sevika or Grayson x fem reader who dolls up on the daily basis and feels insecure about their bare face

Bare Beauty

𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚

You and Sevika been talking for a good while now—maybe a couple weeks or so—and she’s never seen you without your makeup off. Whenever she saw you, always dolled up with beautifully done makeup. Each and every time. It was a late night for you, chilling at home while watching some series that you’ve been binge watching for the last week and snacking on some of your favorite snacks.

While being in the comfort of your own place, you didn’t wear any makeup and just let yourself be. Mind you, you wanted to show Sevika the real you, but you weren’t just quite ready for that, so you just simply always dolled your face up when you two would go on dates and when you’re at home, that would come off—unless you would randomly do your makeup to take some photos to her whenever you both missed each other. Other than that, it was always makeup around her.

You say there in your couch with a blanket draped over you snuggly, face free from foundation, lipstick/lipgloss, mascara/false lashes, and highlighter. Your face had some blemishes since you’re human—you’re gonna have them regardless—and had little pimple patches across your cheek, forehead, and chin since your skin did NOT wanna cooperate. There were times you felt insecure about your bare face since you were used to the makeup, but even still, you couldn’t help it. Ignoring that gnawing gut in your stomach, you went back to watching your show until there was a knock on the door—thinking it was your doordash deliverer.

Happily getting up, you dashed over to the door, excited to be greeted with savory smell of your food—only to be met with Sevika looking at you, holding your doordash order in her hand. You nearly felt like crawling into a corner and dying. Your eyes widened as you took in her silver eyes peering into yours while also taking in your face, seeing that it was a rare sight to see you out of makeup. “Sevika…I didn’t know you were coming over today…”

“I know, but I decided to come anyway—by the way, your food was left on your doorstep.” She murmured lowly, nonchalantly at that as if you were just bare face right in front of her. She raised a brow at your bewildered expression, “what???” You shook your head out of your daze, crossing your arms as you just shrugged. “Nothing, I—don’t you see me without any makeup? I look hideous, Sev.”

She stared at you as if you were dumb before scoffing, sliding past you through the door and setting the bag of food on the coffee table before turning to you as you shut the door. “You don’t look ridiculous, love. I was wondering when I was gonna see ‘you’ out of all that stuff you were nearly wear 99% of the time we go somewhere.” You rolled your eyes at her snarky comment, earning a cocky smirk from her as she settled on the couch while pulling you close to her.

“Oh fuck off…i’m serious though, Sev. I literally have pimples big as tits on my face—i can barely cover them with my patches!”

“So? You don’t even look like shit without your makeup, love—I can assure you that you look absolutely perfect in my eyes…” Her arm wrapped around you waist as she flashed you a warm smile, seeing a peek of her tooth gap. She placed a warm kiss to your forehead before chuckling lowly, “yeah, maybe the patches aren’t doin you any justice, baby…”

“Sevika!”

𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧

It was a peaceful night as you were winding down from the little outing you had earlier during the day. It was nice, of course, but you missed your wife dearly and would send her photos of you—all of which you had your face dolled with your usual makeup. Now, Grayson seen you a little of times with your makeup off, but not fully since you would try to do light makeup still. That was cut short when you started to notice pimple decorate your face—yeah, no more of that.

The house felt empty without Grayson since she was working late doing her respective duties as usual and you understood that, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t miss her. She’s your wife, so why would you not? You sat at your vanity while wiping off the leftover makeup, leaving you in a bare-pale-pimple covered face. You didn’t really like being bare faced, especially whenever you would be around Grayson.

Yeah, of course she always made sure to assure you that you were beautiful as the moon is in the sky countless of times, but you couldn’t grasp that. You slumped back in the chair as you sighed, leaning on your forehead before your ears picked up the sound of the door creaking open and heavy footsteps following to where you were. There she was, standing in all her glory, Grayson looked at you with a warm gaze, taking in the small frown etched on your lips.

“There’s my gorgeous wife…”

You couldn’t help but dry laugh at her, knowing she was just tryna boost your mood and also meant it as well. “Mhm, i’m everything but that right now, baby..” She rolled her eyes briefly as she stalked over to you, rubbing your shoulders as she placed a kiss to your cheek before finding her way to your lips—earning a hum of approval.

“Don’t be so down, love. You’re still precious in my eyes—makeup or not. Yes, you look gorgeous with your lovely makeup, but I also adore you without it. Wanna know why?”

“Why?”

“Because that’s who I really fell in love with on that faithful day when you were rushing out and bumped into me, panicking that you were running late and didn’t even have any makeup on..”

god this woman was your everything.

You turned to her with a small pout of adoration and thoughtfulness at her words, taking you back to the memory you first met. “Baby, you remembered..”

“How could I not remember the time I fell in love with my world?”

hope you enjoyed bbys!! (sorry if this lowkey cringey or corny and short!!☹️)

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[roastedoatmilk]

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[andromedathefairy]

Grayson x Reader, where reader comes home from a girls night out, and Grayson takes care of reader :333

Carnations and roses

grayson x butch!reader fluff and fluff sorry, not proofread. word count: 1479

The girl’s night out was a blast. You heard every new gossip that was worth hearing in the town. Your high school bully finalized her divorce, and although you hated her because she treated you like shit, but her husband was an abusive fuck, so you were happy for her. That cute enforcer you were eyeing before you got together with your fiancé? Well, that enforcer had a huge fight with her girlfriend in the Academy’s Hall. Even the professors were left speechless by the spectacle.

The girls also helped you choose an edible bra, as your anniversary with Grayson was close. You already planned everything, got a reservation at her favorite restaurant, you talked with the florists who made all the flowers for your engagement party. Grayson absolutely adored her bouquets, so you ordered one bouquet made from her favorite flowers, carnations and roses.

As the bar was closing at 2AM you said goodbye to the girls and headed home. You felt good. The alcohol in your body made you felt good. You just smiled and jumped from cobblestone to cobblestone on your way home. It felt a little silly, but you didn’t care. When you arrived home you got your keys out of your pocket but naturally you dropped your keys when you reached for the keyhole. As you bent down to pick it up you got a little dizzy. After the fifth try you successfully inserted the key into the keyhole and opened the door. You were wondering how you even got your amazing fiancé, when you couldn’t even put your key into the keyhole. You made yourself giggle with that thought.

As you entered the house you saw that the lights were on in the kitchen. You were drunk, but not stupid, you grabbed the umbrella that was lying around and headed to the kitchen. Although, you were sure no one from Piltover or Zaun would be stupid enough to break into the house of the Sherriff, you were still cautious. As you headed toward the kitchen you tripped on your own leg and almost fell.

“Parkour!” you said to yourself in a tiny voice, then giggled. You braced yourself as you reached the kitchen door, raised your ready-made-weapon, the umbrella. Obviously, you tripped again as you entered the kitchen, you bashed into the doorframe and slid down on it, then you hit the floor with your booty with a heavy thud. The umbrella rolled for a few meters, then it reached the table’s leg.

“You had fun?” asked the woman who was sitting beside the table. She was obviously waiting for you.

“Grayson?” you asked with a smile on your face.

“Hello, darling!” she said as she stood up and walked towards you. “What’s with the umbrella?” she asked while staring at it.

“To defeat the robbers! Hah!” you said as you started to hiccup.

“The robbers?” Grayson asked as she pulled you up from the floor. You didn’t answer, just smooched her. You put your hands around her neck as she put her hands around your waist, probably to keep you in standing position.

“Darling, you smell like a dead horse.” she said with a sour face. You still didn’t pay attention.

“How about… *hiccup*… we go upstairs… *hiccup*… and fuck?” you asked while simultaneously giggling and hiccupping.

“You are drunk, sweet thing.” said Grayson as she tried to not breath your drunken smell in. With one hand you traced her back, and with your other hand you tried to get her tank top out of her pants.

“No, you are drunk!” she repeated it, as she grabbed both of your wrists. There was no judgement in her voice, she just stated the facts.

“Wh… *hiccup* …what?” you stared into her gray-greenish eyes.

“I said” she repeated herself while grabbing your waist with one hand again, because you started to sway. “You are drunk. I’m not making love with you, while you are drunk.”

“But I’m not… *hiccup* … drunk!” you said with your biggest smile on your face.

“Sure, darling!” she smiled, and stroked your jaw. “If you can climb the stairs alone, we can have sex until sunrise.”

“Fuck.” you cursed under your nose. You always hated those damned stairs, and on your worst days you couldn’t even climb them sober.

“What was that?” Grayson asked as she led you out from the kitchen to the stairs.

“No.. nothing!” you replied with a fake smile. She smirked, she knew you wouldn’t be able to climb the stairs.

Once again you braced yourself, grabbed the railing, took a big breath, then you stepped forward. First step on the stairs? Check. You took another big breath, then stepped again. Second step? Check. You took an another big breath and as you lifted your leg, you lost your balance, and you fell backwards. You didn’t even have time to scream before you felt something steady on your back. It was Grayson’s hand.

“I got you, my love.” she said, as she stepped beside you on the stairs. “I got you.” she repeated.

“Thanks, honey!” you said with a weak voice. All this horniness for nothing.

“How about I get you a nice bath, instead of making love?” she asked. You just nodded silently, defeated.

You were sitting on the toilette, waiting for the bathtub to be filled with water. You were sad and mad. You wanted that pussy badly. Grayson was humming while she was preparing your bath. She had a nice singing voice, but you loved when she hummed too. It always calmed you.

As the bathtub filled with water, Grayson softly pulled you closer. You let her undress you. Carefully she took off your T-shirt, your pants and your socks. You were standing in the middle of the bathroom only wearing your underwear.

You had a life and death situation with your sports bra, as it got stuck on your head. In the meantime, Grayson pulled down your boxers and she kissed your right thigh. You let out a loud moan.

“You bitch!” you cried out while staring at her, hitting her with your bra which you proudly conquered.

“Oh, where are your manners, darling?” she cooed with a smirk on her face as she helped you into the bathtub.

“Join me?” you asked as you pulled her hands into the water.

“No, I don’t trust you while you are this horny and drunk” she replied as she grabbed a sponge.

“Grayson and her fucking principles,” you thought. “Why can’t she just fuck me.”

 You had enough. You crossed your arms in front of your chest and tried to move away from her as much as you can.

“For the love of Janna, what are you doing now?” she asked you with a laugh.

“I am… *hiccup* … pouting. Can’t you see?” you replied.

“Yes, you are cute, when you pout, you know that, right?” Grayson laughed as she pulled you closer. She started to bathe you. As she finished with your arms she couldn’t help but trace your toned biceps with her hand. She kissed your shoulder, then your biceps, then your palm. You grabbed her face and pulled her closer for a kiss. While the two of you were kissing, you sneakily grabbed her right boob with your free hand. The thin fabric of her tank top got soaked quickly, and you just started at her nipple which was visible through the wet fabric. You giggled, as she looked at her wet top.

“Happy now?” she asked as she leant in for a passionate kiss. Your fingers played with her hair as she traced your muscles on your back. “You are a nightmare!” she joked as she let you go. Her tank top was completely soaked at this point.

“Oh, but you love me!” you replied. Grayson nodded silently with a huge smile on her face.

“No hiccups? Is somebody sobering up slowly?” she asked as she grabbed the sponge again.

She bathed you thoroughly, while she was talking about her day at the department.  You wanted to pay attention to whatever she had to say, but her voice mesmerized you once again. Her voice was the first thing you fell for. When you first heard her voice the day your apartment was robbed, you knew you would be marrying her one day. And there you were, sitting in the bathtub in the home you shared with Grayson, while she was taking care of your drunk ass.

Sometimes later you were sitting on the bed completely naked while Grayson tried to get you dressed you just felt gratitude.

“Honey!” you started with a weak voice. Grayson looked up to your face as she finally got both of your legs into your boxers. “Thank you!”

Grayson cupped your face and kissed you. “I got you. Always, sweet thing.” she affirmed you.

[bloodyboi]

[catastrophicalcat]

Batkids sleepover

Wayne Family Adventures

[k1tk4ttt]

How it feel to finally accept and embrace the cringe of reading x reader fics

[fromdove]

seeing my man with his canonical love interest 💔💔💔💔

[ahqkas]

♯ ATTRACTIVE THINGS THEY DO . . . without realizing

BRUCE WAYNE

rolling his sleeves

bruce wayne sat at his desk, eyes scanning the papers in front of him with a focus that bordered on obsessive. his brow furrowed slightly as he sifted through the reports, the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him. with a sigh, he leaned back in the chair, his broad shoulders rolling as he stretched, the fabric of his shirt straining just enough to hint at the muscle beneath.

he reached down to his cuffs, fingers moving with practiced ease as he undid the buttons. the action was simple, but there was an undeniable smoothness to it. slowly, he pushed the sleeves up, the fabric tugging against the defined muscles of his forearms as they flexed with the motion. the shirt rode up slightly, revealing the veins beneath.

once the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, he flexed his fingers briefly, feeling the weight of the day settle into his body. there was no rush, no hurry. bruce wayne wasn’t just a man who wore suits—he was a man who controlled the world around him.

looking down and leaning in to hear you better

he stood tall, his imposing presence filling the space as he leaned in slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. the difference in height between you made the moment feel all the more intimate, as though the world around you had faded into the background. his broad shoulders, strong and steady, seemed to fill the room with the weight of his silent power. every inch of him radiated control, and yet, there was something almost magnetic about the way he was focused on you now, narrowing the gap between you.

he tilted his head just a little, his gaze softening yet still intense, before his lips parted slightly. with a quiet, almost imperceptible shift in his posture, he leaned closer, his height forcing you to tilt your head back just to meet his eyes.

“sorry, what were you saying?” he asked, his voice low and smooth, the words lingering in the air between you. there was no rush in his movement, no hint of impatience—just the steady presence of a man who knew the effect he had, who made every action feel deliberate, calculated.

DICK GRAYSON

stretching

dick grayson towered in the middle of your bedroom, a small stretch escaping him after a long day of training and patrol. with a soft grunt, he raised his arms high above his head, his back arching slightly as his muscles flexed in the motion. the action was simple, but the way his body moved with effortless grace caught the light in just the right way, accentuating the sleek, toned lines of his chest and abdomen.

as he reached upwards, the hem of his shirt lifted slightly, revealing the faint line of his happy trail—dark and subtle beneath the fabric. his abs tightened with the stretch, his posture perfect and confident, yet so natural.

when his arms finally lowered, he relaxed, a small, satisfied smile curling on his lips, unaware of the effect the simple stretch had on your wandering gaze.

running a hand through his hair

he leaned back against the post of your bed, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath after another long night of patrol. he was tired, but not exhausted—just enough to feel the strain of the evening settling into his muscles. his hand moved instinctively to his hair, running through it with a relaxed sigh. the motion was effortless, but there was something undeniably attractive about it. his fingers tangled in the dark strands, pushing them back, only to leave them even more tousled than before.

his hair, usually neatly styled, now fell in messy waves, a little wild and chaotic—much like dick himself. as he scratched the back of his head, his tousled look gave off a carefree vibe, as if he didn’t have a care in the world despite the weight of his responsibilities. the slight rumple only added to the charm.

his lips quirked into a soft, knowing smile as he caught the look in your eyes, momentarily lost in them—so damn predictable. he had you right where he wanted you.

JASON TODD

leaning against a doorway

jason todd stood in the doorway, his posture relaxed yet undeniably intimidating. his arms were crossed over his chest, biceps flexing slightly with the movement, a stance that spoke of quiet confidence and a hint of defiance. his shoulders were broad, his body leaning casually against the doorframe, but there was an edge to him—something hard and unyielding beneath the surface. the way his weight shifted ever so slightly to one side gave him an almost effortless air, as if the world had to adjust to him, not the other way around.

his dark eyes scanned the room, taking in everything with a sharp focus, though he didn’t seem to be in a rush to move or speak. the leather jacket he adorned hung from his frame, the subtle creases and folds of the material giving it an air of worn-in familiarity, like it had seen too much for too long. but his gaze—intense, guarded—never left your figure, as if he was watching for something just out of reach, something that only he could sense.

the way jason held himself in the doorway, arms crossed with a hint of tension in his posture, felt like a silent challenge for most, though there was nothing overtly aggressive about it. it was just the quiet power of a man who was used to being underestimated, a man who didn't need to say a word to command attention.

wearing a shirt that fits just right

he moved through the motions of his training with practiced precision, the rhythm of his strikes steady and controlled. his black shirt clung to his body, the dark fabric stretching over the defined muscles of his chest and back as he moved. the fit was snug, highlighting the sheer strength in his frame, the subtle curve of his biceps flexing with each punch and kick.

swaet began to bead on his forehead, trailing down his temple as he focused on his technique, his breathing steady despite the exertion. the shirt, stretched tight across his shoulders, rode up slightly as his arms reached high, the lines of his stomach momentarily visible as he performed another series of rapid, forceful punches. his torso flexed, muscles tightening and releasing with each movement, and the shirt seemed to accentuate the sculpted definition of his body.

as he paused, catching his breath, the shirt clung even tighter, the movement of his chest beneath it noticeable with every rise and fall of his breath. jason didn’t seem to notice—or care—how the fit of the shirt left little to the imagination. his focus was on the work, on pushing himself further, but the way the fabric outlined his form only added to the unspoken intensity of his presence. even when he wasn't speaking, his body did all the talking.

[invincibledc]

You: I’m not that pretty/handsome….

Damian who busted through your door: BLASPHEMY! WHO SHALL I END THE LIVES THAT TOLD BLATANT LIES!

Jason who came out from under your bed: I second on what the demon said.

Tim who was suddenly disguised as a giant teddy unzipping the suit: me three, what’s their name?

Dick who bursted through your windows: My Y/N distress signal alerted me! Who said that to you!!?

You: WHERE TF DID YALL COME FROM?!!

All of them: THAT DOESNT MATTER!

[luv-lock]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤBUTTERFLY KISSㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Batboys x Fem Reader

☆⁠ SYNOPSIS : When You Give Them A Soft Peck On The Lips.

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Male Cassandra Cain, Male Stephanie Brown.

☆⁠ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

— BRUCE WAYNE ⋆

You were never one for dramatics, unlike the man currently sitting beside you. Bruce always had this ridiculous ability to make even the smallest things seem intense. Like now, as he sat on the couch in his study, one arm lazily thrown over the back, expensive whiskey in hand, looking at you like he knew every secret in the world.

You rolled your eyes. Show-off.

"You're staring," he noted, smirking.

"You look stupid," you deadpanned, crossing your arms.

Bruce chuckled, the sound deep and amused. "Mmm, that so?"

Instead of answering, you simply leaned in and pressed a quick, soft peck to his lips. Just a simple touch—barely even a second long—but when you pulled away, his smirk was gone. He blinked, looking at you like you had just flipped his entire world upside down.

Then, a slow, dangerous grin stretched across his face.

"Oh? What was that?" His voice dropped an octave, teasing yet undeniably pleased.

You shrugged, feigning innocence. "Felt like it."

Bruce hummed, setting his drink down. "You know, sweetheart, when you start something, you should always be ready to finish it."

You gasped as he suddenly pulled you onto his lap, trapping you with strong arms, his lips dangerously close to yours. "How about you try that again?"

You huffed, smacking his chest. "Cocky."

He only chuckled, leaning in. "Only for you, darling."

— DICK GRAYSON ⋆

The second your lips touched his, it was over for you.

Dick was already the human equivalent of an overly excited golden retriever, but the moment you surprised him with a soft peck on the lips? Yeah, you weren’t getting away.

"Wait—wait, no! Come back! Do that again!"

You laughed, taking a step back, but he immediately followed, his hands gently cradling your face, lips chasing yours desperately. His eyes were wide, filled with the kind of love that could melt glaciers.

"Dick, it was just a peck!" you giggled, pressing your palms against his chest to keep some distance.

He pouted—full-on, actual pouted. "But it was so nice! And soft! And perfect! Babe, please, I need more—just one more! Just—just—"

You dodged as he tried to kiss you again, laughing as he groaned dramatically. "You're so mean!" he whined, chasing after you as you playfully ducked away.

"You're so needy!"

"I'm your man, and I deserve love! Come back here!"

Eventually, he caught you—because let’s be honest, he’s a former acrobat and you were never going to escape. He tackled you onto the couch, pinning you down with his arms as he peppered your face with soft, dramatic kisses.

"You did this to yourself!" he declared, pressing another lingering kiss to your lips.

You sighed, shaking your head. "Regret. Instant regret."

"Liar," he grinned against your lips.

Yeah, okay. Maybe a little.

— JASON TODD ⋆

You should’ve expected this reaction. Really, you should have.

The second you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Jason’s lips, he short-circuited.

His entire body tensed like you had just struck him with a bolt of lightning. His breath hitched, hands tightening into fists at his sides. And when you pulled away—just slightly—his eyes were wide, pupils blown out, and—oh god, was he shaking?

"Jay?" you asked, tilting your head.

His mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again. He looked utterly offended by what just happened.

"Wh—Y—you—WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!"

You flinched at the sudden rise in his voice, barely holding back a giggle. "A kiss?"

"A—A KISS?!" His face was so red it was concerning. "YOU CAN'T JUST—JUST—DO THAT!"

You raised a brow. "Why not?"

Jason made a strangled noise, running both hands through his hair. "Because—because—that’s—" He groaned loudly, looking anywhere but at you, his ears burning red. "You can’t just go around kissing people like that!"

"I didn’t kiss ‘people.’ I kissed you."

Jason froze. His breath stuttered. Oh, you got him.

His mouth opened and closed again, as if he was trying to find an argument but failing miserably. Then, suddenly, he threw his hands up and groaned like a dying man.

"I hate you," he grumbled, shoving his face into his hands.

You smirked, poking his cheek. "No, you don't."

Jason peeked through his fingers, glaring. "...shut up."

But when you leaned in and kissed his cheek this time?

Yeah, his entire brain stopped working.

— DAMIAN WAYNE ⋆

You leaned in and pressed a soft peck to Damian’s lips, pulling away with a small smile.

He didn’t even blink. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t react at all.

Just stared.

Like you’d just done something as mundane as handing him a pen.

You frowned. "You didn’t even close your eyes."

Damian tilted his head slightly. "Was I supposed to?"

You blinked. "I mean... yeah? That’s how it usually works."

He was completely unaffected. "If you want me to do so next time, tell me beforehand." Then, before you could even process his words, his hand grabbed your chin, tilting your face up as he leaned in.

And kissed you again.

This time, it wasn’t just a peck. His lips were soft, warm, and lingering. Not desperate, not needy, just slow and calculated—intentional. Like he was memorizing the feel of your lips against his own.

When he finally pulled away, your brain had completely stopped working. But of course, he wasn’t done.

Damian smirked. "Would you like to tell me how to hold you next time as well? Perhaps where you like to be touched?"

You choked. "Damian—"

"Or," he continued, eyes glinting mischievously, voice dropping just enough to make your stomach flip, "should I just figure it out myself?"

You shoved him, face burning, and he chuckled, looking far too smug.

— CASSIAN CAIN ⋆

Cass was quiet. Always quiet. You were used to it by now, the way he communicated in nods, soft looks, and the smallest of gestures.

Right now, he was standing beside you in the kitchen, nibbling on a cookie Alfred had made. His cheeks were puffed slightly, and his dark eyes were locked on yours, curious and observant as always.

You smiled. And, without warning, leaned in to press a soft peck to his lips.

Cass froze.

Like, completely.

His eyes widened—huge, round, confused puppy eyes—and his entire body locked up like a deer caught in headlights. You pulled back just a few inches, waiting for his reaction.

He just… kept staring.

Seconds passed. Then his face exploded in red.

He quickly looked away, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth as his shoulders curled inward. His fingers lightly touched his lips, as if checking if what just happened was real.

"Cass?" you giggled.

No response. Just more blushing.

And then—oh. Oh my god.

Slowly, hesitantly, he reached out and tugged on your sleeve like a little kid. Soft. Gentle. Seeking.

You tilted your head. "Hmm?"

He hesitated. Then, he tapped his lips with his index finger.

Your heart melted.

"You want... another one?" you whispered.

He nodded. Fast.

You cupped his cheek, pressing another kiss to his lips. This time, when you pulled away, he didn’t run or hide. He just clutched the fabric of your sleeve tighter, burying his burning face against your shoulder.

You stroked his hair, smiling. "You're adorable."

His muffled whimper told you he absolutely agreed.

— STEPHEN BROWN ⋆

The second your lips brushed against Stephen’s, you knew you messed up.

Because instead of a normal reaction, he immediately threw himself onto the ground.

"OH, CRUEL FATES! WHY DO YOU TOY WITH MY HEART SO?" he bellowed, clutching his chest like he’d just been mortally wounded.

You just blinked. "Stephen—"

"TO HAVE BEEN GRACED WITH SUCH A KISS, ONLY TO HAVE IT TAKEN AWAY SO SOON—OH, THE AGONY!"

You groaned, rubbing your temples.

He gasped dramatically, rolling onto his back. "MY LOVE, DO YOU NOT SEE? I AM BUT A HUMBLE MAN, A MERE PEASANT, UNWORTHY OF YOUR DIVINE TOUCH!"

"...Stephen—"

He pointed at the ceiling. "IF I WERE TO DIE THIS VERY NIGHT, I WOULD DIE A HAPPY MAN, KNOWING THAT I HAD ONCE TASTED HEAVEN—"

"STEPHEN."

He paused, blinking up at you innocently. "Yes, my dearest?"

You crossed your arms. "Are you done?"

He sat up immediately, grinning. "Nope! Can I have another one?"

You stared at him for a moment. Then promptly turned around and walked away.

"HEY, WAIT! DON'T GO! MY HEART CAN'T HANDLE SUCH REJECTION—COME BACK, BABE, I WAS ONLY PLAYING—"

You rolled your eyes as he literally ran after you, already preparing another ridiculous speech.

You were so done.

— MASTERLIST ☆

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[graciedollie]

Hiya, I just read your Grayson X reader head cannons and I miss her so much. Could you please write something where she comes home stress after a long day and snaps it reader but then makes it up to her?

Heavy Moments

Pair: Grayson x Fem!Reader

Summary: It was a pretty quiet day for you as you didn’t have work today, but you couldn’t say the same for your wife. You greeted her with your usual kiss-hug greeting as always, but it felt off as you could feel her seething. Though once a steaming kettle is filled too much, it all spills—always at the wrong time, unfortunately.

Warnings: Nothing too drastic or whatever, Grayson is just upset from work and yells at you, but she makes up for it at the end <3

A/N: I miss her too anon :( and i hope you enjoy this!! (lowkey might be rushed🙏🏾)

The sky was draped with a orange-purple hue brush as the sun soon started to turn in for the night, drifting off to let the graceful moon rise in the sky. It was a cold night that night which prompted you to start a nice fireplace—adding more coziness and warmth to your lovely home you shared with your beloved wife.

You couldn’t help, but worry as it became later as the minute ticked by—leaving your mind in race with only the worst scenarios playing out in your little head. Her being an enforcer did take a bit much on her, having to constantly deal with arrests and other dangerous things.

Of course you trusted that she would always return home safely, but sometimes you had your doubts and that sucked—bad. Being with Grayson for a good while has been such an amazing experience, though you’ve had your little bumps in the road here and there. You both loved each other dearly and wouldn’t trade for the world.

You started to move around the house to find things to preoccupy your wandering mind—sweeping, wiping the kitchen counter, rearranging decorations and etc. It was working, but not so much as you were still having your nerves frazzled. They were only getting worse until you finally heard the front door creak open—presenting a tired, upset Grayson open the front door.

A smile immediately made its way to your lips, swiftly moving over to her as you have her the usual greet—tight hug, kiss, and more kisses. You did just that, but you could feel her tense in your grasp a little, which made you pull away as you caressed her cheek, “Rough day I take it?”

“Can’t you tell?”

Ok. A bit rude there. You furrowed your brows tightly at her snarky remark, but brushed it off as she was just stressed and it just slipped out. “Clearly I can. Do you wanna talk about it-“

“No. I don’t, ok? If I wanted to talk, I would have—just…just let me be.” Her voice was raspy and stern, making it clear that she was getting even more annoyed at you—which she didn’t really show much. You stared at her with a expression of shock and a bit hurt, to be honest.

You were used to her being a bit patient and not like thai, but I mean she did just have to handle the most stressful case AND deal with some backlash about ‘not doing her job correctly’. It was frustrating and it pissed her off—greatly, rightfully so.

But that didn’t make it any better when she snapped at you.

“I was just asking…” You trailed off as you swallowed back the tightening lump in your throat before returning her own energy. “You don’t have to be rude about it, Gray. Just because you’re upset doesn’t mean you get to take it out on me-“

“Jesus Christ—can you just leave me alone for 5 minutes! That’s all I want of you right now, but you can’t even give me that!”

Ok. Ouch. That hurt. She never really raised her voice at you and if she felt that she was, she would step away to take a couple deep breath, but obviously that wasn’t enough today.. You felt the words die off on your tongue, tasting the bitter of hurt taunting your tongue. I mean, yeah, she had her days, but it was rare for her to yell.

“Alright.”

Was all you said before you clenched your first and stormed your way down the hall to the bedroom, shutting the door behind you before taking a seat on the edge of the bed—trying to grasp the fact that she actually had snapped at you, yelled at you in that fact. You sat at the bed, staring at your hands as you twitched your lips in a scowl—feeling your nerves fry gradually.

Grayson watched as you stormed away before she looked away with a heavy sigh, rubbing her temples tenderly as she slowly calmed herself down gradually—trying to get herself together before she went back to check on you as she didn’t want to just go after you right away.

You both needed a moment to cool off.

A couple minutes had passed as you still sat at the foot of the bed, fumbling with your nails as you were in pretty deep thought. You tried to calm your own nerves down and not think too much of it. She didn’t mean to yell, right? It was an accident. You didn’t mean to push her, but you really didn’t. All you wanted to do was to make sure she knew you was worried and was there for her—though it seemed it was a bit too much.

Especially after a long day, but even so..

Your ears perked up as you heard the bedroom door slowly creak open, revealing a guilty Grayson standing at the door—grasping the doorknob tightly before she slowly made her way in and sat down beside you. She watched how you tensed a bit, but there was a hint of softness in your gaze as your eyes met hers befor averting away.

It was a tense, thick silence in the air—thick enough to cut with a knife. You both wanted to speak, but I mean, you were both a bit surprised that she yelled at you. Even she was surprised at herself since it was rare she ever yelled at you. You would glance at her every now and then, opening your mouth to speak—though it was only silence until she finally spoke.

“I’m…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that, love. You only wanted to see if I was ok and I know you care a lot, but sometimes I just need a little time alone to myself, hm?” Her voice had that usual raspy, husky tone to it along with a edge of gentleness and care—as if she was practically softening up.

Your eyes flickered over at her with a glint in your eyes, soaking in the warmth of her words. You stayed silent for a moment before letting out a sigh, settling your head against her shoulder, “I’m sorry too…I should’ve let you have your space too, honey. I just wanted to make sure you were ok, I didn’t mean to, ya know, overwhelm you? But you also didn’t have to yell at me either..”

She nodded in understanding, wrapping an arm around you to bring you closer to her before she placed a loving kiss to your head—a gesture you’ve always been fond of since you’ve been together. You were happy you both apologized and talked it out as other couples would just hold a grudge and just go on about it with silly tactics, but not you two—especially since Grayson couldn’t bare the fact of going to sleep with you and you were upset at her.

How could she do such a thing?

“Oh, I know, love…I know and I’m sorry, but at least we’ve talked, hm? Communicate. We won’t have this little…run-in anymore, no?” She whispered softly, gazing at you with a loving glance as she brushed her thumb over the skin of your cheek—eliciting you to lean into the warm, welcoming touch.

“No…we won’t..”

“Good..”

She pulled away to only pull you into a warm, tender hug as she held you close—engulfing the scent of your perfume as you snuggled up to her. The night went on yo be a nice, relaxing night for the both of you. Relaxing in a warm bath. Talking about whatever came to mind. And just being two lovebirds in love <3

It wasn’t until the beautiful morning came, you had rose from your sleep, of course you knew that Grayson was already up and out for her usual duties—as always. You looked around as you grunted while shuffling out the bed and throwing your robe on to head in the kitchen. And that’s when you saw it…

It was a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers, wrapped in a lovely, vintage newspaper that contrasted the delicate flowers. Along with that, the wrapped boxes and bag sat along side it—wrapped with your favorite color. The thought of her doing this made you fall even in more in love with her—God she was going to be the death of you.

It was also a little note on the side of the box, picking it up to read it as your eyes scanned over the words, “I hope you’re still not mad at me, Love. But just in case..”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the small note, placing a kiss to it before you sat it down and started to sort through the gifts she graced you with.

You could never stay mad at her <3

Taglist!!

@sillygirl-lol

hope you enjoyed dolliessss (so so sooooo sorry this took so long to post 💔)!!!

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Tim: Do you believe in ghosts?

Bat!reader: I do.

Tim: I don't.

Bat!reader: Why not?

Tim: *Shrugged*

Bat!reader: You don't feel like anyone could be whiter than you?

Tim, taken aback by the comment: Wow

[iydiamartinx]

RIDDLE ME THIS, HOODS GOT A GIRL?

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

divider by: cafekitsune & omi-resources & thecutestgrotto word count: 1.7k synopsis: The Bats need information, Jason has an informant...who might also be more. a/n: I feel so utterly single writing these imagines, but I only want one of the bat boys 😭

The night sky over Gotham shone with its usual smog-streaked clouds faintly glowing orange from the city’s lights.

Inside the Batcave, it was a whirl of activity as the team tried to figure out the Riddler's location.

“We need someone who knows Riddler’s movements—someone who’s worked with his patterns recently,” Bruce said, gaze narrowed on the glowing map display.

Jason leaned against the edge of the table, arms crossed over his chest, helmet tucked under one arm. “I’ve got someone.”

Tim paused mid-keystroke. “You’ve got someone?”

Dick raised a brow. “Someone you’re willing to share with the class?”

“She’s not exactly a people person,” Jason said with a lazy shrug, already turning to leave. “But she’s solid. I’ll get the info.”

“No way,” Damian said flatly. “If there’s an informant involved, we’re all going.”

Jason sighed. “She’s not exactly an informant.”

“But she has intel,” Dick added, voice teasing. “And you just happen to be the one she’s willing to talk to? Sounds suspicious.”

Jason shot him a look that could’ve cracked concrete. “Just stay out of the way.”

They met you beneath the derelict train yard off Kane Street—barely lit, long forgotten, and exactly the kind of place no one stumbled into by accident. The rusted metal groaned in the breeze, and the distant hum of Gotham felt muted here, swallowed by shadows and silence. You were already waiting, perched atop a decaying train car like a sentinel, one leg bent, the other dangling with casual ease.

The moment they stepped into view, you jumped down with fluid grace, boots landing soundlessly on the gravel below. The black and steel tactical gear you wore clung to every sharp line of your body, outlining lethal efficiency. Twin pistols were strapped tight against your thighs, and the half-raised hood left your expression mostly concealed—save for the sharp glint of your eyes.

“You’re late,” You said, voice low and smooth.

Jason smirked beneath the helmet. “Traffic.”

“Uh-huh.” You didn’t sound convinced.

That was when Nightwing stepped forward, all charm and sunshine grins, as if that smile of his could melt any armour. “And who might you be, gorgeous?”

Your eyes flicked to him, unimpressed. “Not interested.”

Tim coughed into his hand, clearly trying to hide a laugh. Damian smirked, crossing his arms with a tilt of smug satisfaction. Both of them had encountered you before—brief run-ins during missions that didn’t last long. You were direct. Cold. All business. No patience for pleasantries or ego-stroking.

It was one of the reasons Bruce was even considering pulling you into the fold. Claiming, he needed more serious people but everyone was sure he needed someone who brooded as much as him. But tonight you didn’t seem as broody.

Jason tilted his head. “Play nice.”

“I am,” You shot back, then turned back to him—and your tone shifted. 

You took a few deliberate steps forward, closing the distance between you and Jason until the toe of your boot nearly touched his. Your fingers reached out, grazing the edge of his chest armour.

“You look good, Hood,” you said, voice low and sly. “Still wearing red for me?”

Jason’s head tilted slightly, the faintest smirk pulling beneath his helmet. “Figured it hides the blood.”

Your lips curved into dark dangerous amusement. “You always did bleed pretty.”

A cough from behind broke the charged silence.

“I didn’t know you two had met,” Tim said, cautious, eyes flicking between the two of you.

“We’ve crossed paths,” you replied smoothly, gaze still locked on Red Hood like no one else existed. “Several times.”

Jason crossed his arms over his chest, his stance loose but alert. “She saved my ass once.”

“And he returned the favour,” You replied.

“You got something for me?” he asked, jumping into business.

You reached into her jacket, producing a drive between two gloved fingers, holding it just out of his reach. “Maybe. Depends.”

“On what?”

“You know what I want,” You crooned.

Jason’s reply was steady, unwavering. “You know I always deliver.”

That earned a smirk from you. You leaned in just a touch more, voice a soft purr. “You gonna say please, Hood?”

Jason reached out, his hand closing lightly around your wrist. The grip was firm, a warning more than a threat. “Don’t push.”

Your eyes sparked with interest—delight, even. “Oh, but it’s so fun.”

Still, this time, you relented. Slowly, purposefully, you stepped closer and tucked the drive into the utility pouch strapped at his hip. Your hand lingered there longer than necessary, fingers brushing over the gear, grazing the curve of his waist.

“Under Tricorner,” you said quietly, close enough now your breath warmed the space beneath his helmet. “He’s nesting under the old cathedral ruins. You’ll want to take the west tunnel—avoid the gas traps.”

“Appreciate it,” he replied, but his voice was a little rougher now.

You smiled, slow and wicked. “You always know how to say thank you.”

And then, with the same casual audacity you wielded like a blade, you leaned up and pressed your lips to the underside of his helmet leaving behind the faintest mark of your lipstick

Backing away, you turned on your heel, already fading into the fog that clung to the edges of the train yard. But your parting words were clear. “You know how to find me… to pay up, Hood.”

Then you were gone, swallowed by the dark as if you’d never been there at all.

The boys stared at Jason in stunned silence.

He turned slowly, expression unreadable beneath the helmet, and said dryly, “What?”

Dick blinked, visibly thrown. “You and her?”

“I told you she’s not a people person and…” Jason shrugged, the picture of nonchalance. “We’ve got history.”

“I—how long has this been happening?” Tim asked, looking genuinely lost.

Jason was already walking past them, shoulders relaxed, “Long enough.” 

Damian narrowed his eyes, trailing behind. “What kind of payment is she demanding from you?”

Jason didn’t even look back.

“None of your business, Demon Spawn.”

LATER THAT NIGHT

Riddler had been taken care of and Jason was finally off the clock. But instead of heading to his apartment, he headed over to another.

He slipped through the open window, careful not to get tangled in the curtains as they fluttered in the warm breeze. The light in the kitchen dimmed low. The soft trace of gunmetal and something sweeter, like vanilla lingered in the air.

His armour peeled off piece by piece, left in a silent trail across the hardwood. Chest plate. Gloves. Utility belt. Boots. Until he was left in nothing but his boxers.

The bedroom door was cracked. Light from the street spilled across the bed in thin golden ribbons, illuminating the figure curled beneath the sheets.

She was there. Tucked into the centre of the mattress, tangled in a nest of linen and shadows. His shirt—an old, faded thing he’d once bled in and meant to throw out—was all she wore, slipping off one shoulder and riding high on her thighs.

She always looked like a contradiction like that. Sharp in every moment of the night—cold eyes, cutting voice, touch like a weapon—and soft here, in the early mornings. Laid bare and defenceless in the place no one else got to see.

Jason paused in the doorway, his breath catching for reasons he didn’t want to name. He didn’t get softness often. He didn’t let himself want it. But here… here it waited for him.

Her breathing was slow and even, lashes fanned against her cheeks, one hand curled beneath her chin.

He moved quietly, the mattress dipping beneath his weight as he settled behind her. She stirred—just a little—but didn’t open her eyes. Didn’t need to. Her body curved instinctively back into his.

“Mm,” You murmured, barely a whisper. “Thought I felt you…”

Jason’s voice was rough, low against your ear. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Liar.” Your voice was sleep-drenched, teasing. “You always do.”

He let his arm curl around your waist, pulling you close until your back was flush against his chest, his nose brushing against the curve of your neck.

“Riddler’s out of the picture,” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Gotham’s quiet… for now.”

You smiled against the pillow, but it was fleeting—because a heartbeat later, you moved.

With a slow arch of your spine and a shift of muscle, you rolled, tossing your leg over his hip in one fluid, practiced motion that had him flat on his back before he could blink. You were straddling him now, perched above with that smug, lazy grin he’d come to recognize—and maybe dread just a little.

“Which means,” you purred, voice low and velvet-rich, “it’s time for you to pay up.”

Jason huffed out a breath that was half laugh, half groan. “You made that up,” he muttered, eyes narrowing like he was trying not to smile. “You spun that whole ‘transactional intel’ stuff just so my brothers wouldn’t find out about us.”

You tilted your head, feigning innocence as your fingertips ghosted over his chest—trailing from the dip of his collarbone to the ridges of muscle, your nails skimming along the old scar just over his heart, making him twitch. “Doesn’t matter,” you whispered, leaning down so your lips brushed the corner of his jaw. “You agreed to the terms.”

Your voice dropped to a sultry murmur, wicked with promise. “And what I want… is you. All to myself. For the next few days. No patrol. No Bat drama. Just you. That’s how this works, baby.”

His arms encircled you before you could fully retreat, keeping you flush against him. One hand tangled into your hair, possessive and grounding, while the other slid along your thigh, reverent and slow, stopping just beneath the hem of his shirt that barely covered you.

“You’re a menace,” he murmured, voice husky now, low and warm.

“Guilty,” you breathed, lips brushing against his.

And then he pulled you down.

The kiss wasn’t hurried. Deep and warm, burning slow and sure as his hand tightened in your hair and yours slid along his ribs. You melted into him like you always did.

When he finally pulled back, it was only far enough to press his forehead against yours. His voice was barely more than a breath.

“You know you always have me to yourself.”

You smiled, brushing your thumb along his jaw. “Good. Because I don’t share.”

Jason smirked, voice low and rough. “Wouldn’t let you if you tried.”

[verxca]

Imagine Jason being so soft and sweet and clingy with you that when his siblings see him in a store with you they have to do a double take. It would be extra funny if his family didn't know about you yet xD

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[ j. todd ft d. grayson ] ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆ ୨ ♡ ୧ ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

── . ✦ in which dick spots something very unusual from his brother at the grocery store.

Late night grocery trips were preferable to Dick for two primary reasons; One, being as the stores were usually less busy, meaning less people would spot him. And two, crime was typically preformed at night here in Gotham, meaning he could keep an extra eye out. It was like killing three birds with one stone!

Turning the corner, Dick hummed a random tune to himself upon entering another produce isle. He was just here to pick up some cereal and butter, nothing too important. As he leaned down to grab what he needed, a friendly couple entered the isle from the other side— giggling and holding hands.

Not wanting to seem nosy or rude, he didn’t stare, still scanning to find the brand he liked.

“Nope- All they do is knock shit over, claw your back, and piss all over the fucking furniture.” The guys voice from across the aisle sounded familiar, a little too familiar— almost like his brother Jason’s. But he ruled that one out quickly… It was obvious that the dude and Jay acted completely different. Though, the mysterious guy did sound like one of his old friends from high school. Maybe it was him— Damn, how long had it been? What a coincidence to see him here!

Dick looked up— fully expecting to run into an old friend. Yet, the realization of his mistake came crashing down like a punch to the gut as the boyfriend moved his face into view, eyes still glued down to his girl. Oh, it was Jason! What was he doing here at this hour? Dick chuckled, looking back down before snapping his neck up for maybe the fourth time.

Wait— that was Jason?

“But, like- Same for dogs! You have to walk them twenty times a week, and pick up their shit too. No animals are easy to care for, but cats are definitely easier!” You argued with your boyfriend, squeezing his hand to try and enforce your point.

You two had been dating for a good couple months now, but still, Jay was ever so reluctant to get an animal! Every time you brought it up, he’d make the same five points. “Kay- That’s fair, babe, but-”

Jay teased once more, laughing as you tried to protest. Fuck, was it ever cute when you got all defensive like that. It was definitely Jason’s guilty pleasure, and he couldn’t help but tease you when the opportunity was in front of him— practically begging to be taken. Jay quickly leaned down for quick kiss, hands moving to your waist. He hadn’t even realized the two of you weren’t alone in the aisle, nor that the other person here was his brother.

You couldn’t help but just melt into your boyfriend’s touch as he kissed you— moving his lips down your jaw and neck. Your hands steadied on his abdomen, as he lavished your collar in desperate affection.

“Holy fuck.”

Dick was completely in shock. Jason was not only acting clingy with someone— completely vulnerable and desperate, but was also with a god forsaken secret girlfriend he had never told anyone about! It showed in the way he kissed the girl’s neck, and in the way he held her tight, that Jay was in love. But still, was this all some fucking witchcraft? How in gods name did someone get him to open up and act all lovey-dovey like that?

He didn’t know what to do, but sure as hell didn’t want to get caught. Dick slipped out of the asile, your collective giggles still faintly audible as he entered the parallel row. He was debating on taking a photo or not… but he didn’t want to invade the girl’s privacy.

Instead, he made a mental note of the encounter, checking out and leaving, already picturing the faces of his family when he’d bring it up at the next dinner.

[hutaosfuneralparlor]

smitten! jason todd who never thought he was a domestic person until u started coming over more to his place

smitten! jason who always buys you favorite snacks for when u come over 'cause he loves how happy you look eating them

smitten! jason who will literally watch any show or movie with you even if he despises it as long as he gets to cuddle you

smitten! jason who makes u breakfast whenever u stay the night at his place and brings it to you in bed

smitten! jason who started investing more in things for his little apartment to make it more comfortable for you

smitten! jason who enters in a crisis trying to figure out the best time to ask you to move in with him

smitten! jason who loves having you with him in the kitchen while he cooks even if it's to just talk to him

smitten! jason who adores your company no matter what he is doing

smitten! jason who is over the moon when you agree to move in with him

smitten! jason who always loves coming home to you after missions

smitten! jason who is completely and utterly in love with you

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