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if your request are open, can I pretty please request husband Gyro headcanons? I would appreciate it 🙏🏽
husband! gyro zeppeli headcanons
tags: fem! reader, modern! au, short & sweet fluff, married life, discussion of pregnancy, oh he loves you down.
husband! gyro zeppeli who is the sweetest man ever to walk planet earth. it’s borderline illegal how much love and happiness he fills your life with from the day you met to the moment you two tie the knot, living under the same roof and sharing the same bed. you constantly have to pinch yourself waking up on every sunday to the smell of the most aromatic coffee imaginable, tears welling up in your eyes. you can’t believe how lucky you are.
husband! gyro zeppeli who is an excellent cook. despite you both having very demanding jobs that regularly require you to be out at the crack of dawn and back when the sun has long gone down, he takes it upon himself to whip up a delicious meal every single time. parts of you just want takeouts and call it a day, but seeing him so passionate in the kitchen warms your heart, knowing it’s a way for your husband to stay connected with his homeland. you bring his pasta to work, heating it in the microwave and the entire breakroom smells like heaven. just know all of your coworkers are jealous of you.
husband! gyro zeppeli who loves it when you go out of your way to surprise him with meal prepping. getting out of work early one afternoon, you swing by the market to pick out fresh ingredients for his signature dishes, washing them and getting everything ready so by the time gyro comes home, he won’t tire himself out even more. cooking, in a way, is how you two find peace in each other’s company after a long day. soft music plays through the speaker as you move around the kitchen. turning up the stove. the water boiling, the cars honking echo back from a distant highway. sweat running down his temple, your hair falling across your face as you lean over to taste from spoon of soup he just held up to your mouth.
husband! gyro zeppeli who’s always looking forward to your back rubs at the end of the day. on his stomach against the mattress, gyro sighs into the pillow as your hands do magic on his sore muscles, working out the kinks. he’s yapping about things that happen at work today. difficult patients during checkups, some cute babies he saw while passing the maternity ward, horrible coffee from the hospital’s coffee machine that tastes just like mud water. when it’s his turn to give, he goes all-in. essential oil soaking his palms, your husband is keen on giving you the best massage of your life, and he delivers. you can’t help but giggle at how ticklish it is, turning your face around as your lips meet his.
husband! gyro zeppeli who is so smitten with you it’s ridiculous. sometimes while cleaning or doing laundry together, you’ll blurt out a random joke and watch as gyro trips himself over the couch while rushing across the room, dramatically yelling “i gotta write that down!” and he does write that down. there’s a folder in his Notes app titled ‘Funny Things She Said’ that your husband will go on to use during conversations with his friends. and if they laugh at your jokes? you can bet that gyro will spot the widest, goofiest grin of them all, his chest puffed out as he proudly declares: “my wife said that!!!😸” just know that his coworkers are also tired of hearing how in love he is with you…
husband! gyro zeppeli who, despite wanting a large family, has no child in mind when he asks for your hand in marriage. having been in this profession for nearly a decade, he knows how heavily prejudiced the medical system is against women, not to mention childbirth is the most deathly and traumatizing experience a person can have. he really doesn’t want you to go through something like that just so he can selfishly have a mini-copy of his own. the guy already made this clear the same month he proposed to you: if it’s in your best interest, you two can adopt a child, a cat, a puppy. hell, just say the word, and he’ll rush to the nearest vasectomy clinic.
husband! gyro zeppeli who embodies the motto ‘happy wife, happy life’. he’s grateful for everything he has, knowing his background give him a major advantage compared to everyone else… but there’s always a lingering emptiness he can’t shake up until the day you came into his life. gyro is a natural flirt, always know what to say and how to make a girl swoon, but seeing you walk down the aisle that day in your wedding dress, this man had broken down in tears. his voice cracking as he read his vows. you’re the best thing that has ever happened to him.
frothing at the mouth he's so everything 2 me and the way this is genuinely so soft and cute and kind oughh i need him but hehe i really love the detail around food and cooking in this like it's not only so domestic, but the idea of him cooking meals even after working long (probably 12hr) shifts bc he wants to share his home with you bc you are equally his home 🚬 his sentimentality is so foregrounded in everything he does ofc he would love cooking and think of it as a form of intimacy
but then u add the detail of the reader meal prepping for him, buying the ingredients and cleaning/preparing them ahead of him so he can easily just focus on cooking,, the idea of being his sous chef almost oughh that's the pinnacle of romance to me like my heart achesss like i love doing this and ik gyro would be so smitten and in love with the attention to detail and care that goes into prepping the ingredients for him so he doesn't have to spend more time in the kitchen after an already long day ur mind is so huge diva
summary: You are sent a tiktok from your best friend featuring your husband — Jason Todd
pairing: Jason Todd x fem!reader
tags and warnings: fluff, inspired by something I saw on insta, maybe OOC, me writing a drabble again after a few days, periods mentioned, also the last line is by virigina wolf, also ty z for proofreading, art credits: @/ciricearts
word count: 747
It was a Sunday afternoon when you got sent a tiktok from your best friend.
This wasn't unusual on its own, evident by your endless collection of tiktok links tracing back months to years, but what was surprising was that the username had the words 'alpha' and 'male' with an underscore in between.
It was a mutual agreement between the two of you to never send each other any tiktoks pertaining to that demographic in order to preserve each other's algorithm and sanity. So, when you see the latest TikTok she had sent, you are a little taken aback as you sit upright against the headboard of your bed.
But once you click onto the video, you realize why she had sent you.
There he was — your husband, wearing a leather jacket that was slightly worn from years of resistance against the icy cold winds of Gotham City and its never-ending rain, paired with black underneath, standing with a down turned curl to his lips.
It looked like he was standing at the crosswalk, one hand holding his helmet and the other a brown paper bag, scrunched between his fingers, the diamond on his ring glinting against the overhead lamppost.
Almost like something had clicked into place, you remembered that day clearly. It was a week ago when you and Jason were out on a date night, only having to end it early due to your period arriving sooner than expected. He had gone to the nearby convenience store to buy you some sweet treats and extra tampons.
"Are you single?" the interviewer — a man who looked like he would be in his early twenties tilts the microphone towards Jason.
"No, I'm happily married," Jason grumbles, looking straight ahead.
"What would they have to do to make you break up with them?" The interviewer asks, a wide grin stretched across his face like he was going to hear a very specific answer. Perhaps Jason fit the part of an 'alpha male' but what do they say? Do not judge a book by its cover.
"I'd have to die first."
The answer is immediate, like he had thought about it before. Like the words were on a script catalogued into his mind of endless scenarios that could take place in his life. Overthinking does that — helps you imagine scenarios that had 0.1% possibility of ever happening.
Silence falls between the two men amid the bustling traffic of Gotham streets. Jason threads his fingers through the black before his thumb rubs at the diamond of his ring.
He continues despite the interviewer's sudden silence, "I don't think she would do anything like that. In fact, if our relationship comes to an end, it probably would be my fault. "
" But what if she —"
"No."
Jason doesn't let the man finish the sentence, green eyes sending a glare that could slither a person's confidence. With that, the crosswalk was open, and Jason walked towards the other side of the street, leaving the interviewer with his mouth wide open while his crew members chuckled as the video came to an end.
"What are you looking at?" Jason asks, his hair all over the place from likely ruffling it every time the main character of the book he was reading did something nonsensical. He lays down onto the comfy bed, one heavy arm over your waist while his head was on your stomach, tracing tiny circles onto your bare skin.
You showed him the TikTok, eyes shiny from a tiny layer of glaze, with your smile so wide, it hurt your cheeks.
"Oh yeah, this was some kid interviewing guys on the street and —" he mumbles before noticing a tiny tear rolling down your cheeks, "— are you crying?"
You shake your head; a small laugh slips past your lips, "You love me so much?"
"If you're asking me that question, that means I don't show you enough." Jason grabs your waist, pulling you down under him as his forearms cage your head. Immediately, his lips press onto every inch of your skin so much so that it tickles you as a shriek escapes.
"JASON!"
Now you were crying from laughter as the shared sound of your giggles and Jason's 'I love you' permeated through the home you had built on years and years of love. Finally, he cups your face, pressing one last kiss on your mouth before whispering:
"Just in case you ever foolishly forget, I am never not thinking of you."
exactly exactly exactlyy luvie is always out here with the correct depictions of this man 🙂↕️but ugh genuinely this is such a cute lil drabble that absolutely leans into the kind of bs that jason would be wrongfully reduced to like just based on visual aesthetics he would get approached by alpha male losers but we knoww this man would never
but ugh i lovee how u write these interactions, they not only feel real but it feels so much like something that would pop up on gotham's tiktok algo rip even beyond that though i just really love how jason and the reader interact within the realm of this fic:
You showed him the TikTok, eyes shiny from a tiny layer of glaze, with your smile so wide, it hurt your cheeks.
"Oh yeah, this was some kid interviewing guys on the street and —" he mumbles before noticing a tiny tear rolling down your cheeks, "— are you crying?"
You shake your head; a small laugh slips past your lips, "You love me so much?"
"If you're asking me that question, that means I don't show you enough." Jason grabs your waist, pulling you down under him as his forearms cage your head. Immediately, his lips press onto every inch of your skin so much so that it tickles you as a shriek escapes.
like helloo??? the entirety of this exchange is so incredibly domestic and kind im giggling and i already told u this but the entire "if you're asking me that question, that means i don't show you enough" is so hehe im twirling my hair and kicking my feet!!!!! i think this is the exact kind of domestic moment that jason would have considered to be too distant for him to ever achieve and yet :') esp with how his movements also just scream this love into existence, u always manage to write him as if this kind of soft love was destined for him :'0!!
i think jason t. would frown when you frown without knowing it, and maybe in private, smooth his thumb across the space between your brows. that's my little headcanon for you <3 love ya, z - if you can stomach anything at all, i hope it's all the love we have for you 🌷
omg yes i love this headcanon because it's honestly something he would do :0 esp given that he often yearns and wants to be accepted by those he cares for, that he thinks of love as an act of acceptance, it absolutely makes sense that he would look at you and subconsciously mimic your facial expressions. this is probably something he's been doing since he was a kid, and there is something so entertaining about jason's robin copying bruce's scowl of deep concentration as they work on cases together in the batcave. where dick was totally mimicking bruce to annoy him, jason's unconscious miming was his desire for bruce to love and want him around.
and the minute he's much more comfortable with physical touch and the intimacy it calls for in a relationship, he would just thumb the space between ur brows, or even just lightly massage your brows and temples all while he's wearing the same expression as you, like he doesn't want u to frown or have worry etched on your features but he's going to wear the same expression anyway because, despite not believing himself as worthy of love, he'd do anything and everything without really knowing he's doing it to make sure when u do look at him you see everything u love
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I have recently been thinking a lot about Diana x historian reader who’s been passionate about Ancient Greece her whole life but specifically proving that the Amazons were real.
Give Diana a nerdy gf who’s obsessed with her muscles dc !!!
okay but there is something so beautiful about your love for someone being the very proof of your life's work, and how diana's love for you--full of such kindness and compassion and warmth--reinforces every artifact, reading, lecture, etc., that every mythology you spent years studying for the truth in between the remembered lines comes to life in how diana simply holds u and bears her heart to u :'0
and the idea of diana eventually taking historian! reader to themyscira would probably have them so tweaked because this is what they studied for years, searched through archives and dig-sites to find proof of—and it's all real, not just some centuries old myth everyone tried to convince them it was! like the reader just going insane over the pottery or even the weapons they've been so used to seeing as history instead of present-day objects, before diana invites the reader to watch her spar with other amazons. and it would start off as the reader mesmerized by battle tactics, the sound of blades clashing with shields, the way the armor flows with each calculated movement—it's history come to life right before their eyes!—but absolutely getting distracted by how diana's back muscles flex with every swing of her blade, how her arms steel with shield in hand when blocking, how sweat glistens her neck like a necklace only a warrior like her can wield😳dc!!!! give diana a nerdy gf and my life is yours!!!!
Bruno being obsessed with your tits PLEASE 🤤🤤 (also I forgot to mention this so I’m sorry but for that Polnareff request I made 20secs ago could it be female reader?)
I love you you’re amazing
bruno can't keep his hands and mouth to himself
was it ever possible for a man to desire somebody as much as bucciarati does for you? he touched you like a starved man, like it's the first time he's seen you in ages and he doesn't know what to do with himself. his mouth found yours, both hands immediately trailing up your body as his palms pressed and squeezed at your breast.
you gasped. he took this opportunity to gently nibble at the sweet spot of your neck, taking his time to give every inch of your body his full attention.
but he was particularly very fond of one part of your body the most right now.
"may i?" his blue eyes looked up at you, hands already tugging at the straps of your bra thats only begging to be tugged down. your blood was hot, skin warm to touch and he could smell you and the shaky breath you let out.
"please..." you nodded your head and your bra was gone, discarded to the floor as your breast spilled out. he wasted no time latching his mouth on to the sensitive bud. the nerves moving as your nipple perked up in his mouth, a hand flying to the back of his head as you pleaded his name.
your breast were a perfect size for him. he couldn't tear away from the mounds slightly bouncing with each grind of your hips, the sensation leaving your body quivering and your lips parted. you threw your head back in ecstasy, his teeth slightly grazing the sensitive nub while he free hand paid attention to your other breast.
nobody has ever put this much attention to your boobs before, to fondle them so lovingly. normally a quick suck and a squeeze would get people going, but you lost track of time at how attached bucciarati was to your chest. but by god, you didn't want him to stop, ever.
"you're so beautiful." he breathed quietly, your wet nipple still perked up as he switched sides. he let his fingers roll the bud on the wet side, the bud caught between his fingers as he gently tugged and teased. you threw your head back and moaned, all while his latched his mouth on your other breast.
but foreplay isn't where this obsession ends. his favorite position to put you in was front facing, both legs on either side of his hips while you rode his cock. he loved watching the way your tits bounced with every thrust, he felt mesmerized at the sight.
"a-ah..! fuck, i'm so-oo close!" you babbled, one hand on his shoulder to keep you balanced. the other cupped one of your breast, knowing he'd go crazy over you playing with yourself for him. you didn't want to question this obsession, you would do anything in your power to please him as much as he pleases you. even if it means toying with your boobs for his entertainment.
"that's it.. take it slow, let yourself go.." he instructed, keeping you steady with his hands while his eyes remained glued to your chest.
he also loved watching you get on your knees in front of him, your lips perfectly wrapped around his shaft as you bobbed your head to take him in completely.
"wait..." he halted, his voice was breathless and he used his strength to gently pull you off of him. he beckoned you to come closer, his cock aligning between your breast and instinctively you pushed them together as he hissed in response. "i love you..." he winced, the corners of his lips curving and you smirked back.
"is this what you wanted, bruno? you're a little pervert, aren't you?" you teased him, letting him titfuck you as you pushed your breast together even harder as he choked back a moan.
you made sure to keep your eyes closed when he got close, feeling spurts of his cum landing across your chest and parts of your face. he wanted to take a picture of the sight, you looked stunning like this and he wanted this moment to last forever. but his body was going against his wishes, every ache and burning feeling yelling at him to rest.
"cmere.." he laid on his back, watching as your naked body crawled towards him. you hovered over to him, feeling his arms wrap around your back as he pulled you in close so that you laid right on top of him.
and conveniently, your breast were pressed right against his face. he nuzzled between them, sighing blissfully.
"gross.. your cum is still there, yknow?" you snorted.
"i don't mind. i need you like this, it's comfortable." he smiled.
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Bruno Bucciarati, who loves using his stand to unzip your clothes in the most unconventional places. He has never used Sticky Fingers like this before you, but now that he has, he’s addicted.
Under the table, he’ll unzip a hole in the crotch of your pants, reaching in to massage your cunt and watch as you struggle to keep a straight face. It’s so much easier to play with you without having to get through the tight band of your jeans, which makes the shenanigans obvious. Bruno will make you cum before fixing the zip with his stand.
Okay I wanted to try a small drabble of this idea but I definitely will write a longer version, I love this.
Becomes an absolute munch when you’re on your period
He’ll have his nose pressed against your clit as his face stays buried in your cunt for hours, desperately lapping at your bleeding hole
He’ll pull orgasm after orgasm out of you, not stopping until he’s pulled every last drop of blood from you
His nails will dig marks into your thighs from him holding your shaking legs open all night long
He wants you to feel as much pleasure as he does, so despite craving your blood he still prioritizes your needs over his own
I like to think he’s still feels warm sometimes despite being a vampire, and will press a soothing hand to your abdomen while his mouth destroys your pussy
He wants you so bad in general and thinks you’re the most magnificent thing he’s ever laid his eyes on, this translates to sex where he loves to worship your body
He’s soft but persistent and can last for hours at a steady torturous pace
He likes to nip marks into your skin, his fangs are sharp, but he’s always careful to not hurt you in anyway (unless you beg him of course)
But he loves you in all ways, and loves the taste of your blood, he loves it most when you’re on your period because he knows he doesn’t have to hurt you to have your blood, but if you ask nicely he’ll be more than willing to have a drink from your neck
for questions also!! have you read jojolands? if so whos your fav? ^^
i've only read up to chapter 2 because rohan jumpscared me ngl and i was just not in the headspace to handle all that at the time but once i finish my dio papers i def plan to get back to it!! + i have a feeling it might become a new fav part for me :)
but from those two chapters alone, i would literally kill everyone and then myself for dragona
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hey zzzz, i know you didnt retweet the ask game, but i wanna ask:
What's your favourite thing about [character]? (can be any character of your choice!)
sorry i just noticed this sitting in my inbox :0 but ig my fav thing about bruce is that he's such an honest depiction of just how plain fucked being a card carrying member of the dead parents club makes you—mentally, physically, emotionally, etc. like from a narrative and mythological perspective, i think he encapsulates such a complex interiority that honestly could only exist in the medium he was born to, but at the same time makes him so tragic bc he's really just doomed to his grief forever
and with that, how desperate he often is; it's something that gets overlooked i think but it feels so hard to ignore the desperation in everything he does: how he treats his mission and work as batman, how he loves and fights, how he craves justice in a world that often fails to even define it, so on and so forth. maybe it's because he knows he's chasing an impossible standard, maybe it's because he's clinging to a feeling he hasn't felt since when he was eight (or rather has been feeling everyday since), whatever it is ik that man's stomach hurts too much with wanting what can't be made tangible again
A/N: Implied fem! reader. Maybe OOC. Comments and Reblogs appreciated. (Repost from old blog!)
Bruce Wayne loves showering together. Both of you are standing below the showerhead, water droplets paving patterns across your skin. You reach for the shampoo, lathering it over his hair, threading through each strand while he does the same to you moments later. There is a certain level of intimacy when you bare your bodies for nothing sexual but just love and warmth — to let your lover see every crevice, every blemish, every scar that grazes your skin.
Bruce Wayne loves slow dancing. No, not the ones he does at Galas — Genuine but glazed with calculation, a little performative courtesy to the audience — but the ones he does at home. His hands are on your waist, yours looped around his neck while the soft dim lights illuminate the room accentuating the curve of your smile as your head tips back in a laugh at something he said. Oh, how he loves your laugh. You both are in your pajamas, ready to embrace the sleep slithering at the edges. He loves dancing, he thinks, planting a kiss on your forehead, sweeping you towards the bed.
Bruce Wayne loves solving puzzles with you. Both of you are sitting on the floor of the manor library, cross-legged with pieces of a jigsaw puzzle scattered yet cohesive — coming together to paint the full picture. There are two bowls — chocolate-covered strawberries and popcorn on either side of you, along with glasses of dark red wine. Your hair tickles his forehead as you lean in while trying to fit the pieces, unaware of the blue warm eyes fixed on you, momentarily stunned. This was one of the reasons he loved solving puzzles in the company of you — seeing you all focused, eyes squinting with your lips pursed. You looked really sexy too.
Bruce Wayne loves going on dates — not the extravagant or planned ones (he likes them too), but the spontaneous ones — like going to the ice cream parlor or walking ace at the local park. He liked the mundane moments where he could forget about everything else. Right then, it was only you and him.
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ok but "bruce wayne loves" is perhaps the loveliest string of words ever constructed in the english language hehe and ofc everything about this is incredibly soft and tender ugh the way he loves is so physical in how time is spent like there is an undeniable aspect of touch with all of these that is just so intimate and kind :'0 i esp love the idea of doing different puzzles with him like simply sitting in the manor's library together with a jigsaw puzzle between you two and snacks nearby feels so domestic and warm it's just ugh he would be so annoying with puzzles too but he would hold himself back over time just to delay the process and construct the excuse of spending more time with you <3
