When he’s still fucking his half-soft cock inside of you because he doesn’t want to pull out yet. Even when he’s overstimulated and barely able to get hard after his last orgasm, he’ll settle for humping into you anyway because he’s nowhere near done. He needs more of you before he can be satisfied, and there’s something so sexy about his desperation that has you squeezing down around him anyway 💞
He wants to make sure the apartment is in order. He’ll check the doors and windows are locked, that the camera in the front room and security sensors are working.
He’ll check the stove and oven are off, and that all the electrical sockets are off except essential ones. Can’t have any accidents while he’s away.
Lastly and most importantly, he’ll check you’re comfortable and cosy.
You think it’s sweet but also a little silly.
“Gonna check under the bed for monsters?” You tease.
“I will if you really want.” He kneels next to the bed by your side, pulling up your covers.
“You know I’m not 5 right?”
“Yeah I know you’re a big girl.”
You roll your eyes and he smiles.
“Just want to make sure you’re all good here before I go.” He takes your hand and kisses your knuckles.
“I’ll be just fine baby. I always am.”
“I know… just humour me… let me put you to bed.” His teasing voice becoming softer.
“Okay okay…” you adjust from your sitting position, laying on your side towards him. You look up at him and take his hand. He leans over, his face a lot closer to yours now.
“…you sure you’re okay? You need me to get anything while I’m out?” He says low and soft.
“I’m good. Promise.”
“Call me if anything is wrong… and I better not come back and catch you playing on your phone.”
You giggle, “gonna discipline me if I misbehave?”
He scoffs, his lips twitching into a smile “you’d love that. Wouldn’t you?” He exhales still amused. “I’m serious though. Don’t want you up and worryin’ about me or watching silly cat videos. You know I get a notification every time you send a stupid cat video to me?”
“Oh yeah..” you laugh a little embarrassed but he just smiles warmly.
“Just don’t stay up. I don’t think it’ll be an early night for me. Investigating something right now so…I’ll keep you updated.” He leans in to kiss your cheek.
“You missed.”
“Don’t worry doll that weren’t your bed time kiss…” he leans in again planting a soft kiss on your lips. He separates his face still close to yours. With half lidded eyes, he mumbles, “I love you…goodnight sweetheart.”
“Goodnight Jay… I love you too.”
After a beat, he straights before standing up and heading to the window. He lingers, looking back at you.
“…Stay safe out there Jay.” You pull the covers up a little higher. “I want you back in once piece.”
Jason puts on his helmet. “I’ll come back alive.”
You huff with slight amusement before he climbs onto the fire escape and into the night.
You turn off your bedside lamp before relaxing into the bed. Your eyes drift to the window, slowly fluttering shut as you fall asleep.
Jason wants to make sure you sleep well. That your comfortable and as worry free as possible. Not for just your sake but for his own too.
He hates it when you’re pacing around waiting up for him. His vigilantism has been a point of worry for you, and he hates it but he can’t stop it can he?
He also need to be sure that your safe at home. He hates to leave but he has to patrol. He’s patrolled the city hundreds of times but he still gets a tinge of nervousness in his stomach.
He needs to be the one to make sure your apartment is safe. Not that he doesn’t trust you but he needs to see every window locked and secured, the chain on front door, the sensors functioning.
He needs to make sure you’re safe and cosy while he’s away.
You’re his everything.
You’re what he fights for, otherwise what’s all this for?
UGHHH im so in love
saying “i want him” about the character but not in a romantic or sexual way . i just Require him i need to Obtain him
PERIODT
You weren’t sure how it started — maybe he complained one too many times about looking “fuzzy” in his selfies, or maybe you were just bored and holding tweezers — but somehow, Dick Grayson ended up in a chair in the middle of the Batcave, letting you shape his eyebrows.
You stood between his legs, brows furrowed in focus, one hand gently holding his jaw to keep him still while the other went to work.
“Don’t move,” you warned him. “I swear to God if you flinch and I ruin your arch, I’m shaving them off completely.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he whispered dramatically, eyes fluttering closed — but then he puckered his lips into a stupid exaggerated kissy face.
You paused.
He opened one eye, grinning.
“Stop,” you muttered, biting back a smile.
Another kissy face. He leaned slightly forward like he was begging for a smooch.
“Dick.”
“Hmm?”
“You’re gonna get a tweezer in the eye.”
“I’m just saying,” he smirked, “you’re holding my face so tenderly. It’s giving ‘lover grooming his war-torn boyfriend’ vibes.”
You sighed, plucking another hair. “More like ‘tired nurse dealing with delusional patient.’”
“Ouch. But accurate.”
You stayed focused, trying not to laugh as he made another kissy face, this time with a wink. His hands were on your hips now, not trying to pull you closer, just resting there — warm, casual, intimate.
“Seriously, you’re going to mess me up,” you said, biting the inside of your cheek.
“You mess me up every day,” he whispered.
You pulled the next hair extra hard.
“OW—OKAY, I DESERVED THAT.”
⸻
I love dick
Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Genre: Fluff, Humor, Found Family vibes Warnings: Mild language, a lot of sibling banter, overprotective Bat-Dad Bruce
You were beginning to think you had walked into an ambush.
Jason had kept it suspiciously casual when he mentioned dinner at the Manor “Just a small thing, babe. Chill night, nothing fancy. I’ll drive.” You should’ve known something was up the second he actually wore a button-down that didn’t have a grease stain on it.
Now, sitting at an absurdly long dining table that could host a royal banquet, you were surrounded by all the Bat-kids. And Bruce.
Jason sat beside you, leg bouncing under the table in barely concealed anxiety. His arm brushed yours, grounding you both as you smiled nervously at the Wayne clan.
“So,” Tim said from across the table, peering at you over his glass of water. “How’d you two meet?”
Before you could answer, Jason cut in. “Not through crime, thanks for asking.”
“That wasn’t the question,” Damian muttered, stabbing a green bean like it had personally offended him. “But now I’m suspicious.”
“I was ordering a coffee,” you said, chuckling. “He was behind me in line and looked like he hadn’t slept in three days.”
“I hadn’t,” Jason said, leaning back smugly. “But I still got your number.”
“Pity,” you teased.
Dick grinned from the other end of the table. “Okay, but like real talk, how are you still with him after hearing him snore?”
Jason groaned. “I do not snore.”
You patted his thigh under the table. “He really does. It’s kind of adorable, though.”
“Betrayal,” he muttered, deadpan.
Bruce finally cleared his throat, his first real contribution to the conversation. “You seem… grounded.”
You blinked. “Thank you…?”
Jason raised a brow. “Wow, high praise, B.”
“I like grounded,” Bruce added gruffly, then focused back on his plate like he hadn’t just given you the Bat-version of a glowing review.
“You’ve passed the Dad Test,” Dick whispered dramatically, pretending to wipe a tear. “It’s beautiful.”
Alfred came in then with a tray of dessert and offered you the first slice. Jason leaned over, whispering, “They’re being weirdly nice. I think they like you.”
“They like me more than you, for sure,” you whispered back.
Jason snorted. “Yeah. No one’s surprised.”
As the night wound down, the conversation buzzed around you jokes, bickering, sarcastic jabs, and a warm undercurrent of love beneath the chaos. Jason looked at home here, even if he’d never admit it out loud.
Later, when you were slipping on your jacket in the entryway, Dick nudged your shoulder and whispered, “Hey. Thanks for being good to him.”
Your heart softened. “Thanks for letting me in.”
Jason appeared behind you, grabbing his keys, and held the door open. “Ready to escape this circus?”
You smiled at him. “We definitely have to come back.”
He blinked. “You want to?”
You nodded. “It’s messy. But it’s your messy.”
He kissed your temple, shaking his head in amused disbelief. “You’re crazier than I am.”
You grinned. “Yeah. That’s probably why we work.”
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SO CUTEEE
sharing this one here too!!!<333
GUYS….i need to be put in a straight jacket..
Jason Todd x reader
angst angst angst
contains character death & non descriptive smut
Jason didn’t plan on it.
He stood at the edge of the Lazarus Pit, hands clenched, shaking, mouth drawn into something tight and desperate. You looked so small wrapped in that sheet, like sleep had stolen you away. Like all you needed was someone to shake you awake.
And God, he wanted to be that someone.
PLEASE GIVE THIS SOME LOVE IT DESERVES ITTT
(f!reader)
i am so so so normal about him, I swear
1. He doesn’t bring work home
Jason has a strict no Red Hood talk in the apartment rule unless it’s absolutely necessary. You know when he’s been out rough- he limps a little, his knuckles are raw, but he’ll deflect with, “Guy at the bodega tried some shit.”
You don’t ask. He doesn’t offer. That’s the deal.
2. He’s pierced and quietly punk about it
Yeah, his ears are pierced. Probably has been since he was a teenager trying to look cool in Crime Alley. You caught him wearing your tiny silver studs one morning and when you asked about it, he grunted, “Didn’t want the holes to close.” But now? He steals them on purpose. Your favorite heart-shaped pair? Gone. He’s wearing them on patrol.
3. Jumpy as hell
You’ve learned to call his name gently if his back is to you. Sudden touches get a reaction- nothing violent, but fast. Too fast. His shoulders tense. His eyes flick to every exit like muscle memory. Sometimes he apologizes under his breath like he hates that part of himself. You just squeeze his hand and remind him he's safe here.
4. Lives on black coffee, toast, and junk unless you intervene
Left to his own devices, Jason will literally survive off diner coffee and cold toast- or worse an unholy amount of energy drinks. You started slipping protein bars and cut fruit into his bag like you were packing for a grumpy kid. He acts annoyed. He eats every bite.
5. He smells like leather, gunpowder.... and your shampoo
He started using your shampoo one day “by accident” and now he just does it on purpose. You don’t even complain because the mix of him and you is better than any perfume.
6. Stole your bracelet and won’t admit it
A dainty chain bracelet you lost months ago? It's looped around the base of one of his pistols now, dangling like a charm. When you spot it and raise an eyebrow, he just shrugs:
“Must’ve fallen into my bag.”
“You expect me to believe-”
“Guess you shouldn’t leave your stuff lying around, sweetheart.”
He’s never giving it back. That’s his lucky charm now.
7. Clings in his sleep
He’d never admit it, but he’s a stage-4 clinger. Arm around your waist, face tucked against your shoulder, legs tangled. If you get up to pee, he’ll grumble in his sleep and roll into the warm spot you left behind like a human furnace.
8. Won’t say “I need you,” but he shows it
He fixes your sink at 2 a.m. because it dripped once. He tracks your location “for safety” (but it makes him breathe easier). If you’re late texting back, he spirals internally but never shows it- just casually drops by, “coincidentally,” to check on you.
He won’t say “I need you.” But he shows it. Every damn day.
9. Sings along to old records while cleaning
You caught him once deep-cleaning his guns while singing quietly to a scratchy vinyl playing old blues rock. You didn’t say anything. Just listened. It felt like church.
10. Says “I’m not good at this” but is good at this
He thinks he’s bad at love. He thinks he’s bad at being normal. But he kisses your forehead when you’re sick, folds your laundry weird but tries, and reads the same book five times because it’s your favorite.
He’s good at love. In all the ways that matter.
IM SOBBINGGGGGG IM SOBBBINGGGGGG
aka your childhood best friend (and crush) came back… different.
———
you’ve been patching up jason for a long time.
it started when you were both just kids. he’d come to you with the injuries he didn’t want to show his father, and you, who had experience in patching people up, were happy to help. mostly you were eager to spend any time with him he would give, even if that meant brutal gunshots and ugly stab wounds. you refused to admit to yourself that you had a ginormous crush on him— but you did. it was a secret that sat on your chest like an elephant: you are in love with jason todd.
then he died, and that excitement became grief. you became a nurse, fixing people up for a living because it was the only thing you were really good at. you spent years just… stuck. stuck on him, stuck in the past, stuck wishing he didn’t die.
and then jason came back, and it was just different.
the first time, he stumbled in through your apartment window, bleeding buckets from a bullet lodged in his shoulder. he failed to come to you as red hood (because you pointed a tiny little revolver at him and he was in no position to leave), so you were the first one who saw him as jason. still, he refused to say a word. not when you cried so hard your hands shook, not in the hours you spent fixing him up, not when you begged him to stay, to come back.
you didn’t see him after that for nearly six months. you were starting to think it was a dream. you had all but convinced yourself the blood on your windowsill came from your own hands, that this version of jason was a cruel manifestation of just how much you missed him.
but it happened again, and again, his visits growing more frequent as time went on. before, he only came to you when he was circling the drain. now all it takes is a deep cut in the arm for him to request aid from your gentle hands. he spoke almost exclusively in its better than it looks, and thank you’s, but at least he spoke.
you hate this arrangement. you really do. you want jason, all of him, your friend, and the boy you loved back. you want him to actually speak, talk to you like he’s your friend and not your patient. you’re tired of being woken up in the middle of the night to put a bandaid on his injuries. you’re tired of dropping everything to get nothing in return. but what’s the alternative? losing him? not when you just got him back.
not when you love him so much. so much your chest hurts when you think about what would happen if you asked for more.
but it’s draining. being jason’s on call personal doctor— no matter how much you care about him, you’re not sure how much you have left in you.
“my therapist said i need to start saying no to you. put myself first.” you say, pulling the thread through jason’s wound, sewing it closed.
“smart lady. you should listen to her.” he says, flickering his eyes up to yours.
“you wouldn’t come back if i stopped sewing you up.”
“that’s not true.”
you don’t respond to that. it’s too vulnerable, the way his eyes chase yours while you stare down at the gash on his arm, running a sewing needle back and forth through his skin. you don’t know what to think, it’s far too late and you’re far too tired to have any idea what it is you want from him.
you’re scared. scared that if you stop doing this for him you’ll lose him all over again. scared that you’re nothing more than a private medic. scared that the moment you ask for more than 2 am visits and blood stained carpets you’ll get left behind.
he sighs, pulling you out of your head just as you finish the last stitch. you cut the thread with a pair of grooming scissors, tying a small knot to keep everything in place. you look up at him, noting the frown firmly tugging at his features, and the defeated expression in his eye.
“you’re good to go.” you say, leaning back, putting your supplies back into your first aid kit, wiping the blood on your hands against the white box.
“thank you.”
he stands with a small groan, slipping back into his costume. you focus on cleaning up, refusing to look up at him as he walks back towards the window where he came, his combat boots scraping against the floor.
“i’ll come back.” he says, quietly, with his hands hooked under the windowsill.
sure you will you think, but instead you simply nod, keeping your eyes trained on the blood stains in your carpet. you know if you look back up at him the tears stinging your eyes will spill, and you’ll lose the scraps of jason you’re so determined to keep.
he sighs, pushing himself through the window, and just like that, he’s gone. just like the first time, the only confirmation you have that he is real are the droplets of blood running down your fingertips.
you wait for him to come back. one hour, one night, one week. you feel stupid, hoping so desperately he’ll come when you know he won’t. at least, not without a near-fatal wound you have to magically heal. anxiety overwhelms any thoughts of him— did you scare him off? was that moment too much for him?
you feel like such an idiot, that is, until he returns. you don’t expect it to be him when you open the door. because it’s only six p.m and he’s… at the door… and not breaking and entering through your window…
but, to your surprise, it’s him.
jason, who isn’t making eye contact and you can only assume it has something to do with how absolutely rigid his stance is. jason, who is white knuckling a bouquet of lilies with one hand and a bag of takeout from your favorite guilty pleasure restaurant with the other. you didn’t realize he remembered your favorites, not after all this time.
“ah- shit.” he says, looking up at you with those ice blue eyes. this is the first time in… you can’t even remember how long that he’s come to you just as jason, no red hood attached.
“jason?” you ask, your eyebrows knitting unconsciously together. he looks back down, mumbling something along the lines of i look like a jackass.
“i’m late.” he says, looking back up to you. you swallow down a wad of spit that resembles your overwhelming anxiety. you can feel the crush that you can never seem to kick bubbling up again, fighting to spill over the surface, as your eyes go back and forth from the flowers, the food, and him.
you nod, staring at him blankly, unsure of what to expect. he awkwardly shoves the bouquet towards you, taking a breath.
“i told you i’d come back.” he says, while you take the flowers from his hand. it’s not a cheap grocery store bouquet either, the flowers are fresh and perky, arranged professionally with baby’s breath, the stems cut carefully at an angle.
you look up at him, gently bringing the lilies to your nose. “are you hurt?” you ask, because honestly, you’re confused as to why jason would be here without a knife jammed in his back.
he grimaces, shaking his head. “no, i— fuck. i’m fine, i just— i wanted to say… look, i’m sorry.”
your eyes widen. you lower the flowers and press them against your stomach, confused and nervous and excited all at once. “…for?” you prompt, tilting your head.
he sighs, forcing the words out like it’s the hardest thing he’s ever done. “i’ve been a real asshole. i, uh… i should’ve been treating you better, y’know, not waking you up ‘cause i’m bleeding just enough to get to see you. not leaving you behind over and over.” he omits the part that some nights he’s less careful than others because he wants to see you so badly it hurts. “‘cause…” he starts, taking a deep breath. “i really care about you. and it took me way too long to get my head out of my ass and realize you deserve better. and a week ago, that meant getting the hell out of your life before i ruined it. today that means doing everything i can to make it up to you.”
your heart beats faster than you can bare, your eyes wide. you feel like you’re falling, your stomach doing somersaults as he speaks. just about everything you’ve wanted him to say just fell from his lips, and you don’t know what to say in return.
luckily, he’s not done.
“i brought you the food and the flowers, ‘cause i didn’t want to spring too much on you. i figured i’d wait for you to decide whether or not you hate me before i ask you out on a proper date.” he says, looking up at you.
oh.
now it’s your turn to speak. you don’t know what to say— you’re on cloud nine because the boy you’ve had a crush on for nearly a decade is asking you out. all you can do is look up at him like a complete idiot, while his expression grows more and more nervous.
“would you like to come in?” you ask, finally pushing the words out, praying you don’t sound too gleeful.
for the first time in years, you see him smile. part of its relief, that much you know, but there’s this unfamiliar look in his eye that tells you it’s much, much more. he relaxes, letting his shoulders fall back.
“lead the way.”
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pause i just want to thank y’all SO MUCH for all the love on my previous fics. i’ve had this acc for like a week and i am so grateful for all of the notes and reblogs and people who have been so kind as to follow me !! this account really is just to force me to write and like… have hobbies so y’all interacting means so much <3 i hope you enjoyed this one !! tysm!!
I’m cryingggg
pairing: bodyguard!jason todd x bratty!fem!reader x bodyguard!dick grayson
summary: for the first time ever, jason needs dick's help with a client. upon meeting you, dick understands why. you're a handful - bratty, needy, the whole deal. luckily for everyone involved, dick has a soft spot for brats and jason has a tendency to follow in his footsteps.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, fingering, threesome, voyeurism, exhibitionism, hair pulling, praise/degradation, gun play, brat taming, dacryphilia
wc: 12.9k
a/n: i did not intend for this to be so long, but i am physically incapable of shutting the fuck up unfortunately. anyways comm for the sweetest ever @fearcvlt. thank you again hehe. as always reblogs and comments are appreciated <3
Dick watched the numbers above the elevator door light up one at a time. Every couple seconds, the soft glow moved one space to the right. It started with 1, 2, 3 and now landed on 67, 68, 69. Finally 70 lit up and a soft ding sounded through the cabin.
He shifted his duffel bag on his shoulder and took a deep breath. When Jason had texted him a few days ago, he made this situation sound dire.
part 2 is finished and will be up as soon as i finish editing hehe <3
HOLY SHIT
YALL GOTTA READ THIS RIGHT NEEEEOOOWWW
you can love a character and still admit when they’re wrong. i love jason todd but i can acknowledge his flaws (he has none) & i can hold him accountable for his wrongdoings (he’s never done anything wrong in his life) & call him out for his actions (which are always correct)!
i strongly agree that we should have values of accountability (if Jason Todd has no defenders then I AM DEAD because i was made to walk this planet for him)
I STAND FOR THIS WITH MY ENTIRE EXISTENCE
hello! i’ve been reading your work for a while and i just adore it. this is a bit of an odd request, but i was wondering if you could do some head cannons of funny/embarrassing stuff that happened while reader and jason were doing the deed? i think that would be hilarious
content warning : p in v. backshots. oral (f!receiving). very smutty in general
that one time . . . jason lost all respect for you when you made motorcycle noises while he was hitting it from the back. you were both fully in the zone—until you suddenly went, “vroom vrrrmmm,” right as he bottomed out. jason froze. you, however, were losing it, body trembling with laughter. “are you fuckin’ kidding me?” he groaned, dropping his chin against your shoulder. you doubled down with “brrrrm brrrrm.” he immediately pulled out, lightly smacked your ass. “heyyy! what was that for, jay?”
LMAOOO THIS IS MY FAVORITE
