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he's just so mysterious and attractive. after months of coming in, he finally talks to you? and more than 3 words, on top of that giving you his personal number? crazy. you attempt to do your work now that your clients have all come and gone. the store looks a bit more messy, the result of not tending to what needs to be done. you could have sworn you saw him pass by the store once while you were with a client.

you remember pouring the young couple a glass of wine, you feel someone staring and you looked over your shoulder, only catching a blob of a figure. he was about the same stature as Jason, but it was probably your eyes playing tricks on you, you weren't wearing your glasses either way. the man walked away quickly.

maybe the dust in the air was getting to your head, or maybe it's the antiques haunting you. which reminds you, you have to dust soon. perhaps he can help you, since he's so tall. you wouldn't have to risk falling off a stool, if you did, he could catch you in his big muscular arms.. no! you wouldn't have him help you.. again. he probably would though, you remember when he carried the heavy box for you like it weighed nothing. his face so close to yours, the warmth of his arms seeping into your skin. you were way too out of it to feel his muscles flexing. if only he stuck around to help haul the other boxes. that was not fun to do on your own, and you broke a nail while picking up a box, that shit hurt!

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the day is dragging on, and you decide to drink some more coffee.  you're lucky to have a small kitchenette at the back of the store. you have a tiny stove that you decided to keep after it was donated. no one really buys old appliances like these here anyways. grabbing your trusty french press, you scoop in enough coffee grounds for two coffees "just in case" you want more. all you have to do now is wait for the water to boil.

the bell rings, startling you a bit, you always lock the door when you're back here. one can never be too safe in this city. sighing, you just really need a another cup of coffee. hopefully you don't have to entertain your customer too much today.

you walk to the window, drawing the curtain a bit to peek who's outside. in your line of view is a broad chest, your eyes trail up and you see Jason with his hoodie on. he turns to the curtain opening a little and you wave at him and go to open the door. 'i'm sorry i had to lock the door i was making myself a cup of coffee.' you let him in and walk to your desk.

'sorry for interrupting' you wave him off signaling it was okay.

'don't worry about it, you weren't really interrupting anything . would you like a cup of coffee as well? totally understand if you don't want some it is quite late, don't feel obligated to say yes' you say while trying to look busy moving things around your desk.

'sure' he takes his hoodie off and you try not to sigh. his hair falls perfectly over his face. how can someone look so handsome and hot in a plain black long sleeve. your hand twitches and you get sucked back into reality, you walk back to your kitchenette. the water is boiling thank goodness. you pour the water into the french press, and turn the knob on your little ladybug timer. you walk out to your desk, and see him browsing around the store, he goes to the same corner he always likes to go and immerse himself in.

you bring over two mugs and sugar, you look for some cookies or bread you could share with him. you get cookies and take them with you. the timer buzzes and you go back to the french press. pressing down and immediately pouring the coffee into the mugs, the aroma of coffee draws him out of his corner.

you sit on your chair not expecting him to sit right across from you. 'sorry i don't have any milk or creamer'. he looks over at you his expression unreadable.

's'okay i usually like it black and a little sweet' you nod at his words, taking note of how much sugar he puts into his mug. not like you will need the information anyways.

'thanks for this, i could have helped you bring this out, y'could have put me to work' you chuckle at that.

'no problem, and it's okay, not like i had to bring out anything too heavy for the coffee' you say lightly and he smiles a bit at that.

the silence looms over the both of you as you stir your coffee. you stare into your mug looking at the black liquid swirling, trying to think of something to talk to him about.

'no books yet?' he says while sipping his coffee. you're still trying to cool your coffee down. you hum and turn over to your calendar.

'a couple more days i think, they were supposed to come in last week, but they keep flaking on me. i understand though, my supplier, he's a bit older. so i don't really mind. i'm sorry to keep you waiting' he nods along to your words.

'thought you might have lost my number' you laugh a little at that, as if you could lose it. the second he wrote it down you began to memorize the numbers.

'nooo, i'm not that unorganized' you drink some of your coffee. he finishes his and sets the mug down. he stands up and you track his movements.

'thanks for the the coffee, it was really good' his green eyes meet yours, and you nod. you will your face not to flush too much with his intense stare.

'n-no problem, go ahead and look around , i did put up some new stuff, see if you can find it' you point at him, and he turns. what? why did you do that? you drink your coffee and try not to yell out of embarrassment, you slump into your chair. you fight the urge to run back into your kitchenette so you can avoid him.

avoid looking at him that is, you want to trail behind him, pick his brain about what he thinks. he is always awfully quiet when he comes in, you reach for your tablet and press play on your 'classical’ music playlist. you felt bad after last time when he came in and you were playing your usual music. you play something softer and somber its not Bach or Beethoven, its your playlist of musical arrangements some are guitar heavy, or very synth heavy and melodic its odd music to some, but you think he might like it.

you get lost listening to the music and scrolling on eBay. you like to see what other people put up, to figure out what the person collects. browsing like this really works your brain, you try to accurately describe the product or guess the time period. you do it to pass time and it can be very amusing to see the pretty things. sometimes people are way off or have one word descriptions, and you fight the urge to send them a message of what you would put.

‘could i buy this?’ that startles you, one hand adjusting your glasses the other over your heart.

‘oh i forgot you were still here’ you extend your hand out and he passes you a small frame. the frame is intricately decorated, its a still life with a skull on it and some rotten fruit you peer up at him. your face warms. ‘good choice Jason’ you clear your throat, that came out way more intimately than intended. ‘uh i’ll just wrap this for you’ you open a drawer full of wrapping paper and get a bag to give him. ‘cash or card?'.

‘depends’ you laugh at that.

'15’ you say softly, biting your lip nervously.

‘hundred or?’ he says seriously, that makes you laugh more and nod your head.

‘no 15 dollars’ he tilts his head ‘um, actually, i painted this, i had my friend do the frame for me, but i didn’t even know they returned this to me.' you stare at the painting then look up at him. 'hmm i probably shouldn’t sell it to you’ you wrap it for him and pass him the bag. ‘keep it’.

his hands dig into his pocket and he slides you a crumbled $20, you laugh and slide it back. his hand goes over yours ‘no keep it. for the coffee and the beautiful painting’ he says softly, you look at his scarred hand over yours, then up at him. he makes you speechless you nod and he grabs the bag. ‘thanks’ he nods at you, and you smile at him softly, he walks out into the chilly air.

ahhh i was kinda scared to upload this i didn't think people would want part 2, but u guys voted for it ! (thank u🫶🏼) pls let me know if this was cute and not corny , as always feedback and comments are appreciated , i will be posting again very soon promise 🖤✨ (also sorry if the ending is abrupt again)

Jason is very stoic, almost always says things nonchalantly (even though he is anything but). you had only ever been on his motorcycle with him. he has two, one that's about 300 cc it's cherry colored, he calls that motorcycle Baby, and says it's yours since he mostly uses it when you go out on rides together. his other motorcycle is a bit more daunting, shiny, black that's sleek and very impressive.

although he wouldn't flaunt it, you know he goes crazy when riding around the city, which makes you worried. you can only imagine him cutting up in traffic riding recklessly. a stark contrast to how he is with you on Baby. sure he goes a little crazy because he likes to hear your dizzy airy laugh as he speeds into the night, but he's never too reckless he would never put you at risk.

the lights and Gotham's atmosphere can get a bit dreamy at night. you hold onto him a bit tighter when he speeds a little, he secretly loves when you do that.

when you had expressed to him that you had always wanted to be on a motorcycle he sat you down and gave you a rather stern talk. "rules", leaning on turns , holding his waist tightly. tapping his thigh or wherever you could if you needed a break, water, or to stretch your legs. before you even get on his bike you spend the day buying new gear. well he bought you the gear. gloves, some nice biker boots, padded pants, a jacket (even though he would always give you his), a cute keychain he would put on his keys, and most importantly a helmet. he spent a lot of time helping you choose that.

'i like this one jay it feels nice and loose' you say with the visor raised up. he holds your helmet moving it around a little and you laugh. he just stares intensely into your eyes.

's'not supposed to be like that' he unstraps the helmet and helps you take it off. smoothing your hair down a little. 'it's gotta be a little snug, but not uncomfortable, let me get another one' he does, and you find the perfect helmet in your favorite color. he makes sure that you have everything you need, he gets you a backpack and even charms to go on it.

after riding around an empty parking lot to get you used to the feel of being his 'cute backpack' (his words not yours) you were finally ready to speed off into the highway, it was nice and serene. you liked the light feeling it made you feel, it was very romantic.

~~~

you had a cute date planned with Jason, you were to go to a new museum just outside of Gotham with him, but when you woke up to rain it seemed like it wouldn't happen. Jason didn't mind riding in the rain but with you, it seemed too big of a risk. you both have breakfast silently,you don't want to look too hurt that you won't go anymore. you finish the rest of your coffee and go to put it on the sink. Jason notices and stands close to you as you're about to go to the living room and read.

'what's wrong? why aren't you getting ready?' you look up at him, eyebrows furrowed.

'it's raining Jay, we won't be able to go anymore, let's just watch a movie on the couch, how about Vertigo?' you say with a lilt in your voice so you won't show how sad you feel about not going. he puts his hands on your hips studying your face.

'you don't wanna go?' his eyes blink fast, something he does when he's a little sleepy still , he is trying to see your reaction though. his big hands trying to soothe you by rubbing your hips lightly.

‘i do, but it's raining..’ his head tilts ‘how will we go Jay?’ he kisses your cheek.

‘we can .. go in my car?’ you perk up at that.

‘you have a car?’ now your head is tilted a little, but you're quickly startled when thunder erupts and illuminates the kitchen. you instinctively get closer to Jason, and he rubs your back.

‘yes baby, we can still go once the rain calms down a bit, okay?' you smile at that and grab his shirt a little so he can crouch down, you kiss his cheek and grab his hand to sit with you on the couch a bit.

you both read for a couple of hours, not silently, he either reads to you a bit or tells you something to hear you laugh. the rain does quiet down, but by that time it's too late to go to the museum. you're not too sad about it anymore. Jason made the both of you lunch earlier, and sitting and relaxing with him is always nice. he notices your restlessness though.

'do you wanna go get some fries and a soda or something?' you smile instantly, and get up to put pants and shoes on. you're very curious as to what car he has, you both walk down to the garage, he opens the door for you. he has a simple black honda car, nothing too flashy , the windows are a bit tinted of course. and despite knowing he has probably had this car for a while it still smells like new car.

he reaches into the backseat and gives you a bat plushy, 'forgot to give this to you a while ago' he says quietly.

you smile and laugh at how random the gift is, you kiss his cheek and he turns to look out of the window, trying and failing to hide the furious blush on his cheeks. 'thanks jay'. he turns the car on after nodding at you .

he drives so smoothly around, getting into tight spaces. one hand on top of the steering wheel the other on his lap, the music is low, and the heater is on the lowest setting. he looks extra dreamy with how misty it is outside. Jason humming lowly to the song that's playing.

'what station is this?' you say lowly not wanting to disturb the quiet peacefulness you feel with him.

'it's my playlist, i was gonna give you a cd of it.. songs for you' his eyes remain fixed on the road but he can feel your gaze on him.

that's it, he's officially driving you crazy. he pulls into the drive thru, and you reach over to kiss his cheek and neck, little nips and kisses that you can't help but give him. he shudders a little and angles his body towards you, holding the back of your head gently keeping you there. he's nosing at your cheek, his nose is icy cold, and he holds your face gently. you giggle at the feeling.

his eyes stare intently at you and he kisses you on the lips, you smile and melt into the kiss. you both make a small noise when he deepens the kiss. he pulls away, his lips shiny with saliva. he looks so cute his nose is red, the orange glow of the streetlights make him look so beautiful and ethereal. he kisses you one last time and finally pulls up to the drive thru speaker, ordering for the both of you. you might like his car more than Baby at this point.

this was supposed to only be hcs but idk something happened and i wrote this instead 😭. i have a dick grayson version of this as well that i will post up eventually, not sure when, but hopefully soon :D hope u guys like this comments and feedback are much appreciated !

the antique store is littered by haunting smells, paintings, rare books, trinkets, beautiful furniture, the smell of gardenias or whatever incense you choose to use lingers in the air. you've acquired quite the collection of things from estates or donations. most of the items don't have a price tag so yes, it's that kind of antique store. which surprises you when a strange boy keeps coming in, about every month. you don't assume that he doesn't have the money, he doesn't seem like a bad person, he's bought things from you before. always with very few words and avoided eye contact, not that you were any better with eye contact, he is pretty intimidating. sometimes his face would be littered with scars, his knuckles usually bruised or bloody, but still his beauty shone through. 

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it's just a regular busy day, you have new inventory today, you always like sorting through the new things you get. not like you need the time to pass in the store since you actively love this job. the old creaky door opens and he comes in, the atmosphere seems to change, into something more quieter and dull.

you try to shake away the nervous feeling you get when he looks over at you when he thinks you're not looking. always with the same amount of intensity as he does with the paintings.

he's wearing his usual outfit, dark jeans with his leather jacket and dark hoodie. accompanied with his usual slouch, he seems to be too aware of his height and bulkiness. he always looks tired, his shoulders slouch down when he walks into the store. no longer seeming as on guard as you know he is when he’s walking the streets of Gotham. you notice you're staring as you're chewing on a pencil and shake yourself a bit. 

you go over to your sound system and turn up the music a bit more, you have new inventory that you have to somehow make fit into the already cluttered store. you get your dolly and go towards the back of the store. you need to haul some boxes over to your desk, mark the inventory and see how much you will sell it for, a tedious process but very necessary. 

maybe today wasn't the best day to wear a pencil skirt, but you have to do it before Sunday. that's when the rich people come in to check out your new stuff. you roll up the sleeves of your shirt, and attempt to pick up the heavy box, jesus what the fuck did you put in here again?

the box suddenly becomes lighter, you look up and the stranger is helping you carry it, he puts the box on the dolly and hauls it over to your desk without a word. you follow him and look up at him. 'thank you for that, you didn't have to' you say lightly chuckling and dusting your shirt as if you did something. he shrugs like he's suddenly aware that you were going to have to see him this up close. he's avoiding your gaze, and to not make him feel anymore awkward you start opening the box and bringing out the objects. 

'did'ya need more help, miss?' you look at him from over your glasses, surprised that he's so near you. 

'oh uh no i got it thanks again for helping me out' if he wasn't so imposing you would have ruffled his hair. his eyebrows furrow derisively. 

'i'm Jason.' he says a bit gruffly like if he hasn’t talked in years, you want to extend your hand out to shake his but that seems way to awkward so you just nod, even though that doesn’t make things as awkward

'right, hi Jason' you peer into the box you see some brass busts, these are nice they're probably 1920s they have that look to them. art deco, one's a man and the other a woman. you already know which one of your clients will wanna buy this. 

'so what's your name?' he startles you a little you thought he had left already. 

'it's on the name of the store, i'm the owner hi' you point towards the front of the store and smile. he blushes a little, you didn't mean to embarrass him you sigh. 'uh sorry, i'm not used to talking to people. i mean, strangers but let me know if you need any help with anything' you turn away from him mentally cursing yourself, you put your hand up to your forehead, you hear him snicker a bit. 

'i'm not a stranger, been here before' you nod with your whole body, though he can’t see your face, you're still afraid of him noticing how flustered he has made you feel. maybe its because you haven't talked to anyone in such a carefree way in a while, its always business. 

'never knew your name til now' you say mostly to yourself, grabbing your pen as you turn around to write on your notepad. a description of what you are selling to pretend you are somewhat busy. you hum as you do so hoping that he gets the hint to leave you alone. you need some time to recover after this interaction. 

'sorry about that, should have introduced myself, actually i had a question' you look up at him sizing him up a bit. you gesture for him to ask, not wanting to squeak out an answer. 'could you give me a tour?' your eyebrows furrow, seeing if he's actually serious, and he's waiting for your response unmoving. 

'um you've been in here before haven't you?' you say a little seriously, he nods. Fiddling with your glasses you take them off and almost bring the temple up to your lips to chew at it. 

'yeah i just wanna know more about the pieces, the history, and stuff' his eyes dart from your desk to the floor as he says it. you put your pen behind your ear so that you wont chew on eithe your glasses or pen. 

'never really done a tour of the place, but okay sure' you walk towards the front of the store and he follows, your face feels warm. 'so up here is an antique chandelier i would say late it’s early 1800s its bronze and beautiful. each part of the store has items that are within the same category, so over there are the lamps, all different decades. um this whole section has just paintings, some religious, some still lives, if you want to know the particular year or medium of one just let me know.' you look around trying to explain to him your beautiful clutter. you can see him from right behind you turning to wherever you point and looking at you. 'this rug was from a friend of mines. bronze, and porcelain candelabras, beautiful hand sculpted busts. here i have another array of oil paintings.' you walk further into your space and walk him over to a display case 'in this case it's a mixture of things , silver rings, necklaces, cameos, um compacts from the 1940s and 50s. these trinket boxes are pretty popular. those little porcelain animals are my favorite. there's sculptures in that corner' you point at a space. 'and i have some new rare books that i'll have in the store soon. it's not even the half of it but if you have a certain question about a piece or item you let me know' you do not wait for a question or for him to acknowledge what you said. 

you walk over to your desk, about to scribble in your notepad when you look over at him. he almost looks like he belongs, here the palette of his clothes strangely mixes with the background and his face, almost as perfect as the sculptures you have in store. he's definitely really handsome, and sure you were quick with your tour, and you feel a bit bad but it seems like this Jason guy just wants to talk to you, or flirt you're not sure. well he's not exactly flirting with you yet or talking, maybe he's just lonely and wants someone to talk to him. 

he's still standing where you left him looking at the display case. he turns over to look at you and your eyes widen when he does. 'are any of those books coming in any good?' you blink at the question. 

‘yeah a lot of classics and second editions, things like that’ he walks over to you slowly, or maybe it's just your nerves that make it seem that way. his hand reaches for your pen and his warm fingers brush your cold hands. he writes something in the notepad. he's even closer than before, and you're holding your breath. 

‘you let me know when they come in yeah?’ he looks up at you, and you adjust your glasses trying to get a hold of yourself. 

'um yeah yeah, course, Jason’ you say as you nod your head. he gives you a small smile, and heads toward the exit, you look down at your notepad and see his neat handwriting. it's his name and number.

'babe, it's literally my duty to this city' he says in a way you can't take seriously. 'gosh this stuff burns, do you really have to use it??' you rub the tiger balm deeper into his muscly shoulders as he huffs. really working it into the tense spotsyou feel.

'i didn't know your duty was to stay crouched on the top of a building for more than twenty minutes. that's why your knees are popping all the time baby.. also i think you should work on your arms, they should not be hurting like this everyday sweetheart' you kiss the nape of his neck where you haven't applied the balm and he scoffs.

'baby, i'm always lifting' he says with his finger pointed. you're sure he's pouting right now. 'can’t you tell?' he flexes his biceps and you nod your head at his antics. ‘also please don't bring up that me-me’.

a sound of discomfort escapes him 'ow ow ow cramp'. you chuckle a little and he turns over to you offended. 'don't laugh at my pain' his eyebrows furrow and he pouts again.

you lean down and kiss the side of his mouth, he moves his head to kiss you on your lips, smiling as he does so. you want to play with his hair but you have to wash your hands first.

'god you’re so dramatic dickie, that meme was funny too. i liked the one of you next to the gargoyle' you say affectionately laughing. he just huffs again and rolls his eyes.

~~

dick is hoarding your handheld mirror, he's had it for about 15 minutes already. tugging at his gray streaks, squinting as he looks at himself pushing back his hair in the front to get a good look at his forehead. it was a bit amusing for about 2 minutes, but you got bored quickly and started reading your book instead.

'baby?' he says quietly, you hum 'do you think i'm balding?' you turn over to look at him, adjusting your glasses.

'huh?'

'you know.. do i have a receding hairline ? am i balding prematurely?' you want to laugh, you do a little and cover your mouth when he makes a face. you crawl over to him to the edge of the bed. he sets down your mirror to the side. his hands already reaching your hips to pull you into his lap with no effort. you cup his beautiful face, he looks so vulnerable. you peck his cheek then your hands come up to his hair.

you know the answer you're going to give him already, he of course is not balding. he has a full set of hair, soft and silky. your hands move his hair back a look of determination across your features.

'hm dickie, i would say your hairline is intact, you got so much hair baby' he looks into your eyes unsure.

'you sure?' you nod.

'yes, plus we both know i like to tug at your hair when we're.. ' he kisses you quickly.

'hey! don't distract me talking about my insecurities with that' you raise your eyebrows at him and move your hips a little kissing him. you can distract him as much as you want. you nip at his neck, inhaling, you can't get over how good he smells all the time.

'what about my gray hair? i bought some black hair dye to give me back my natural color' you hum, but then truly hear what he said.

'NO!' he startles a bit and you stare into his eyes. 'no please, it makes you look so..' he bites his lip waiting for your response. you roll your eyes, might as well say it so that the idea erases itself completely from his mind. 'sexy, please. please. don't do it . throw it away, yeah?' he blushes at that his eyes get softer, and you feel your face warm too.

'okayyy, i'll throw it away' you make a happy noise and continue to kiss his neck.

'how dare you even suggest that' you say offendedly he laughs at that.

~~

its date night, after so many years together dick still manages to take you on at least 2-3 dates a month. tonight he's picked something more snazzy and romantic. the little tea lights, and low lighting makes everything feel a bit more intimate. his warm hand is over yours.

'do you know what you're gonna eat yet baby' you say lowly, he's got a funny look in his eye, you bite your lip, he still manages to make you feel shy. i mean, how could you not? he looks incredibly sexy with his date night outfit, his hair styled perfectly and effortlessly.

'nah, i don't know what to pick yet, i know what i'm eating for dessert later on though' he says with those perfect teeth on display. you clear your throat.

'dickie, come on' you say a bit flustered looking around, you know no one heard what he said but that doesn't stop the butterflies from erupting in your tummy.

'whaaat it's true' he winks at you and picks up the menu. you get your menu too, unsure of what to eat. you turn the menu around , looking at the desserts first, maybe you'll order some chocolate mousse and share with him.

dick is huffing across from you, maybe he doesn't know what to eat yet. you look up at him through your lashes. he's squinting and pulling the menu away from him. you bring your hand up to your lips to stifle your giggle.

he hears you and looks up at you 'what?' he says a little exasperated.

'can't see baby?' you say teasingly. he only huffs at that again.

'i can, it's just this lighting sucks' you grab his menu and place it in front of him.

'i think you might need some glasses' he waves you off and you scoff a little 'what are you in the mood for, lasagna? ravioli? spaghetti? hm, i'll read it to you, yeah?'

'first of all, i can see perfectly fine, the lighting is just so dim' he says a with light pointedness.

'says the guy who stands 5 feet away from the television' he scoffs now, 'there, there just tell me what you want' he crosses his arms and pouts a little, despite the tell tale marks of age he still manages to look so boyish, especially when he gets like this.

'i'll just get some spaghetti, and a bottle of red wine, and some garlic bread' you raise your eyebrow silently asking is that all, he just nods. he waves over your waiter and tells them your order and his.

he looks at the menu intent on picking something else. he turns it around and moves it away from his face as if that will help his eyesight clear up.

sometimes with dick you have to be what you call, neutrally evil. a sly remark, a throwaway comment, just to steer him in the right direction. to plant the seed in his head so that he can later do exactly what you said, and still believe it was his own choice.

'dickie, don't you know if you keep squinting like that you're gonna get wrinkles' you look at your nails as you say it. but you still get to see his reaction a little, his eyes widen and he puts the menu down.

hand instinctively coming up to his eyes to rub at his eyes to smooth out the "wrinkles". you bite your lip a little, you know that by tomorrow evening he will have glasses. that Wayne money and connections will get him glasses as soon as possible. another little victory for you.

~~

'hi baby!' he says chipper as ever, you're reading your book and you feel him kiss your cheek. you turn to kiss him properly and glasses bump into your face..

maybe you spoke too soon.. the glasses dick picked out make him look. extremely sexy. you feel your heart stop and beat fast as if you just got up and ran around the room. you try to not give too much of a reaction, he still notices.

'that bad, baby?' he says biting his lip he fiddles with the glasses, and you're sure he can hear you gulp and your heart beat thudding.

'wow that was quick' you say blinking yourself out of being stunned. he scratches his neck nervously.

'like them?' you get up quickly and nearly topple him over, you grab his collar to spin him a bit and make him sit on the couch. he grabs your hips as you're kissing and you sit a bit awkwardly on his lap. he laughs a little into the kiss. 'i'll take that as a yes' you nod into the kiss and pull back to kiss all over his face, his hand comes up to take off his glasses and you slam his arms down to his side.

'don't you fucking dare dickie' he whimpers at your sudden change in mood. your hands come up to tug on his hair and his hands scramble to your hips and back, wanting to feel all of you.

‘mm you really like them?’you bite his lower lip meanly and pull away, his lips are swollen from the harsh kisses. glasses a bit askew as well as his hair being a bit messy. a light flush is creeping up his cheeks under your heavy gaze.

‘baby this is the best thing to ever happen to me’ subtleness be damned, your dickie looks sexy and hot and gorgeous and you want to devour him. he makes a happy noise and he meets you with the same hungry energy, lips crashing onto yours. you kiss his cheeks and he looks at you a bit sad. your eyebrows furrow. ‘too much?’

his eyes avoid yours, you grab his face gently so that he can look into your eyes. silently pleading him to tell you what's wrong. ‘you don't think i'm becoming, less attractive to you?’ your head tilts asking him what he could possibly mean. ‘well, you know, guys age horribly. you start losing your hair, or graying, and my body. it's not what it used to be, i'm heavier and the food sticks, and you.. you look beautiful and heavenly as ever’ you kiss him before he can say more, not liking at all where this is heading.

‘dickie, sweetheart, you are the most gorgeous man ever. i didn't just fall in love with your for your good looks, you know’ your hands come up to his chest, one hand resting over his heart. ‘you are so sweet and gentle, and always there for me, this is why i fell in love with you’ you tap at his heart a little.

‘my boob? really baby?’ you groan, of course he turns your sexy moment into a sad- to sappy- to sarcastic moment. he laughs at his joke, and the noise makes your own chest warm.

‘ughh dick’ he kisses your cheek as you roll your eyes.

'i'm just joking, i'm sorry baby, you know what you do to me when you talk like that’ you smile, despite him needing constant validation. the second you tell him something sickenly sincere he does something like this. you know he does it so that he doesn't cry from the nice words, he is a sappy fool at heart especially since you are telling him this. you hug him and he coos a little.

‘can you just get the idea out of your beautiful head? i don't care that you need glasses, or that i have to rub your back, or that you cannot handle your wine anymore’ he pokes your rib ‘ow! what was that for?' . he pouts.

‘i can handle my wine’ you just laugh.

‘mm baby, you promised me something on our date night , but when you came home’ he kisses you before you can end your sentence.

'i'll show you that i still have stamina’ he kisses your neck hungrily and you giggle.

‘sure sure, whatever you say’ you both laugh and he stops to really look at you.

‘thank you sweetheart, you know i don't really care about my looks.. i only care about looking good for you’ his voice gets quieter and his eyes meet yours ‘i want you to love me and need me forever’. you smile sheepishly and so does he. you grab his hands, and he brings them up to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

'only if you promise to love me forever too dickie’ his pinky interlocks with yours a silent, unbreakable promise.

'forever'he kisses your hand again and you melt into the hug he gives you. forever doesn't seem so bad.

sorry guys again i didn't know how to finish this😭wish i could have wrote some smut but i do not know how, okay guys sorry. but dilf grayson am i right ?