held together by stitches

2: No smut, I will do platonic, no family relationships, romantic, comfort and fluff but I'm not a fan of a lot of angst so keep it to a minimum please.

3: Nothing gross, everyone requested must be a adult, and nothing creepy.

4: If I am not comfortable with your request I will not do it, just listen to rule two and you'll be fine.

That being said all smaller requests should be done within a day or two unless stated otherwise.

Characters I will write for;

Gambit

Nightcrawler

Jason Todd(my main guy)

Dick Grayson

Bruce Wayne

Not a big list but it's most of my favorite characters. I also am new to writing for most of these characters too so keep that in mind please.

Laying on your bed, staring at nothing just like every other night. You know you should move, should do something, anything, but you just can't. Can't bring yourself to do anything, what's even the point, what's even th-....the front door just opened. Jason's home. You can't let him keep finding you like this over and over again, finding you stuck in your own mind like this. So you move to sit up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed to go greet him but he's already coming through the bedroom door.

"hey, you're up at two a.m. again?....bad night?", Jason asks softly as he comes to sit next to you on the bed. His shoulder touches yours and he's so warm, fresh off patrol so he's been working all night to help protect Gotham...something you could never dream of doing. Not like this, not you, not- "what's going on in that head sweetheart? I can see you spacing off, talk to me. Please, I'm right here, I'll listen", Jason says as he shifts towards you and pulls your head to rest against his chest.

"....I....I'm tired, I can't do anything. I can't even make a phone call", you cry softly as tears prick your eyes and your arms wrapping around him. You didn't mean to cry on him but it just kinda started, small tears flowing down your cheeks as your voice trembles. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I just can't. I can't do anything, I can't do fucking anything!"

"hey, hey, hey, sweetheart. Sweetheart, it's okay, it's okay. Sometimes people struggle, and sometimes people struggle for...a while, but it's okay because you're still here and I love you and we'll learn how to do everything together... I'll help you sweetheart, it'll be okay", he coos softly as his hand gently presses against the back of your head, his lips against your forehead as he gently rocks you both back and forth. "But you can't give up on me yet, okay? You still have so much left to live and see and feel...I know you can do it, I believe in you"

"I don't believe in myself to do it", quietly said but he still hears it all the same.

"I know...one day you'll find that you can do it though. You'll wake up and live your life and you won't even realize when things get easier because you'll be too happy and content to notice. Trust me sweetheart, I believe in you. You're so strong, you've made it this far....just keep going.", he says, trying to pour all the comfort he can give into his words.

After a bit of just cuddling with each other he pulls back to look at you, his hand still resting on the back of your head. "Now...we should get you to bed, but do you need or want anything before that? Food, water...a bath? Whatever you need."

".....I just want to sleep...if that's okay"

"that's perfectly fine sweetheart, I'll be here with you while you fall asleep and I'll be here in the morning too. I'll even make you breakfast, whatever you want. Or we could order something, anything, either way we should go to bed.", he says as he guides both of you to lay down, gently cuddled against his chest as he wraps himself around you. "You'll be okay, just relax and fall asleep"

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Bruce Wayne

Bruce was coming home from a hard night as batman where he can't seem to relax. He was sent home early by every single one of his kids because they all agreed he should be in bed since he broke five ribs last week along with other injuries he didn't tell his kids about.

With a sigh he set down his cowl when suddenly he hears you falling fumbling on the floor above and stumbling down the stairs because you didn't realize he was home so soon. He didn't tell you about his injuries at all so you were unaware and without worry of his pain and he preferred not to worry you like that, so when he saw that dopey smile and flowers he was confused. Still in batman mode he tried to start investigating because he may be busy but he tried his best to remember important events and he didn't think there was one so soon.

"....what's this for?" asked Bruce with a raised eyebrow.

"just flowers, you deserve flowers", you say as you gesture the flowers towards his face to smell. He was used to getting flowers in a way as "congratulations" before as Bruce Wayne but not randomly.

"....just because? I don't need to look into the flower's meanings to see what you're saying or-" Bruce but gets cut off but your finger to his lips. "Nope, no secret, no meaning besides I love you and I think you deserve flowers....and I love you and your handsome.....very handsome...and I love you", you repeat trying to drill the idea into his head as he smiles fondly and grabs the hand against his lips to hold with a kiss.

"well thank you, my dear. I appreciate the flowers and I love you too"

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Dick Grayson

Just as he was waking up from sleep in the morning he feels something raining onto his face, ticklish little.... confetti? Opening his eyes and all he sees is your hand dropping rose petals over his face. Still tired and confused he blows away the petal that lands on his lips with a small smile when he hears your giggle.

"what's all this for, baby?" he mumbles with his voice still deep from sleep. Sitting up and grabbing your hips to pull you onto his lap and pouting when you move out of his reach.

"nothing, just cause I love you", you respond with a smile as you hand him a actual bouquet of flowers and set a tray of breakfast on his lap. A hum of surprise from him quickly replaced with a smirk when you kiss his cheek.

"well now, didn't I get lucky this morning. Are you sure there's no reason for all this?" he asks as he leans back on his hands looking up at you.

"nope, just felt like spoiling you a bit. You like it?" questioned with a smile as you let him pull you closer this time, his hands never been able to keep off you for long.

"I love it baby, thank you", he reassures with a long kiss before placing a bit of whipped cream on your nose just to see you go cross eyes and whine.

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Jason Todd

For the past five minutes he's heard you try to sneak up on him as he sits on the couch, hearing you occasionally moving closer and hiding behind another piece of furniture. It's cute, he thinks, cute how you think he can't hear you, so he'll let you continue moving towards him as he plays unaware.

When you finally get to the couch to hide behind and are about to hop up to surprise him, he stands up with a teasing smile you can't see and pretends to walk off to the kitchen, still acting like he doesn't know you're there as he walks away and catching a glimpse of your pouty face. A new plan of sneaking around the kitchen island to surprise him as he opens the fridge.

When he closes the fridge door all he sees is you holding flowers, your hair slightly messed up from sneaking around, and a dumb little smile for finally catching him and his amusement turns to confusion when he sees the flowers.

"where'd you get those, sweetheart?", he asks as his head slightly tilts to the side as he flicks the wrapping around them. "For you", and he hums surprised when he hears your answer, not answering his questions correctly but he gets the point. "Why for me?"

"because I love you and you deserve them...you always get me flowers a lot and you need them too so I got you some", you say as you press them towards his chest and he smiles softly, feeling soft at the fact you did this for him.

"thank you sweetheart, you're so sweet to me." he praises as he presses kisses to your cheek with a arm around your waist. "I have another gift for you too, your favorite take out but it's in the car"

A breathy chuckle with a kiss and he sets the flowers and you on the counter. "I'll get it plated and ready to eat",he says as he starts to walk away and you hop off the counter after him. "It's your gift, I should plate it",you try to argue but he just starts to run out to the car to get it first with a smile when he hears you call his name.

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A mission gone wrong led to Jason currently clutching the steering wheel of the Batmobile after he stole it from Bruce from a petty feud. Irritable and prone to snapping he drives reckless through the backstreets of Gotham, just trying to blow off steam from an accident that wasn't his fault nor yours. Everything has been building up on his shoulders for a while now, so when he hisses a snarky reply back it's no surprise.

"pull over", you demand and the glare he shoots towards you shows it's been too long since he's been fucked because when he's your good boy he wouldn't look at you with such challenge in his eyes.

"come on baby boy, don't act up so bad now. I know you're moody tonight but that doesn't mean you can act so poorly towards me", spoken caring but firm and he hesitates before his eyes soften slightly and he pulls over. A "good boy" said with a hand cupping his cheek and eventually he climbs into the backseat at your request.

"can I remove these pants, pretty boy?", you ask as you kneel in front of him with a hand on his thigh rubbing softly and he nods with the slightest blush as he avoids eye contact, turned from mean dog to shy puppy too quick for his comfort.

"nuh uh, look at me and say it verbally. You know good boys answer out loud", you correct with a hand under his chin guiding his head back to your gaze to meet. "...yeah....please, take them off", Jason whispers as he meets your eyes with a vulnerable and slightly pleading look.

"there's my good boy, always doing so well", said with a smile and a kiss before unzipping and pulling down his pants just enough to take his cock out. "Can I please you, baby?" you ask and he replied with a yes almost instantly as his hand falls to your non-dominant hand to hold.

Pulling out his semi-hard cock to hold and lick to get wet as his head falls back with a breathy moan and twitch of his hand. Slowly pumping the base and sucking on his pretty tip just to rile him up just to see his head tilt to the side with his eyes closed, he can be shy tonight you decide, your poor good boy has had a hard time lately.

"how do you want this tonight?", you ask with a lick to the prominent vein, looking up at him to see Jason's blush. ".....slow...but squeeze me harder please", he answers as he does his best to make eye contact with those desperate eyes. "Good boy...my good boy, all for me. Knew you were still being so good, just needed a little reminder how to act"

As you work his hand finds your hair and he tries so hard not to pull but he needs to find something to ground himself on as his thighs tense and his breath hitches. Kissing down his dick to his balls to give a slow lick and suck just to get the prettiest whine out of him as he grips your shoulder.

"yeah, feel good?" you coo and he nods with a moan, as his head tips down to look at you. His eyes going a little hazy as he pants and a little bead of sweat rolls down his forehead. "Feels good", Jason confirms as his hands relaxing before tightens again. Moving his hand down to grip yours as he says, "thank you... thank you, I'm..I'm sorry for snapping.... snapping at you on the mission."

"Don't think about the mission, think about me. Doesn't it feel better to think about how good it feels when I suck your tip, I know how sensitive it is", you say and he nods. "Yeah, yeah.. I love it whe-... when you... fuck...", Jason sighs as his head falls back once again. The backseat not leaving much room for him and you both but he doesn't want you far away anyway.

"come on pretty boy, I know you're getting close. Cum when you need to, cum down my throat. I know you love to do it, I want you to", you encourage when you suck on his tip again and in no time he's arching his back and holding your hand as he whines and tenses up.

When he slumps back down and pants you take the opportunity to lean up and kiss his forehead as you rub your thumb over his cheek. "Good boy, I knew you'd be so good for me.....now, do you want me to drive you home or do you want something to eat first"

"...I want tacos...", he says catching his breath. With a smile and another kiss you agree and help him zip up his pants and climb into the driver's seat as you hand him a water bottle. "Taco's it is", is all that's said before a comfortable silence is felt as you drive to take care of the wants of your pretty boy.

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