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welcome to my house!
i write for..
jason todd, wally west, dick grayson, and damian wayne
i make SMAUs for...
jason todd, wally west, dick grayson, damian wayne, bruce wayne, and tim drake
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i'll always choose you
IN WHICH... jason will fix every inch of himself if it means he gets to keep you
aka: a continuation of always
warnings: fluff, f!reader, established relationship, bf!jason x gf!reader, domesticity, probably (definitely) ooc!jason, just tooth rotting fluff, lots of pet names, erm jason calls reader mama once SUE ME i like it, just pretend that "obsession" is already available on like disney+ or smth
wc: 1.4k
It's been 6 months since you'd finally had your last straw of Jason and his temperament issues. 6 (long) months of weekly therapy sessions in a stuffy office full of too many fake plants sat on a too-small couch. As much as Jason hated speaking to some stranger about how he was feeling, it let him keep you. That was all he cared about.
Therapy or me? That's what you had said to him all those months ago. That was the agreement. And he'd made damn sure that he'd followed through with it. You were his baby, after allβhe'd do anything to keep you happy.
"Baby, pass me the...uh...oh! The brown sugar, please," you ask Jason, taking glances down at the recipe on your phone to make sure you're getting everything correct.
Ever since Jason began therapy, your relationship has only strengthened, solidified. He's calmer now, less uptight. His shoulders don't carry that familiar coiled tension all the time. He doesn't hold a constant scowl on his face as he walks around your apartment. He communicates with you when he needs a minute, when he's feeling angry.
This is the fifth summer youβve spent working as a camp counselor alongside Dick Grayson.Β
Since you were seventeen, old enough to know better, too young to care: youβve been hopelessly, pathetically, deeply in love with your coworker.
Itβs muscle memory at this point, you realize, sitting with a group of campers, teaching them the ways of the friendship bracelet, that you look for him when heβs not right next to you. Itβs muscle memory, that every year, the woven, embroidery thread bracelet you make is blue and black. The color of his stupid eyes and the color of his even stupider, ridiculously thick hair.Β
βOkay, now make the two sections into a four again and loop the top part through, like I showed you.β
Itβs muscle memory, serious training, thatβs gone into not flinching when he touches you.Β
Pulls you in for a tight hug, bumps his shoulder with yours in the breakfast line, (βLook alive, sunshine, those kids wait for no one!β) or holds you close despite your struggling, his laugh echoing in your ears, as he jumps into the lake with you. βWhen are you gonna learn that you canβt outrun me?βΒ
Youβve learned not to ogle, when his shirtβs off, exposing his hard-earned physique. The biceps you think a little too much about, the V-line that points its way down into his shorts, and the power behind his movements as he plays three-flags-up with his cabin. βYou got this, dude, thatβs two!βΒ
The squint of your eyes is because of the sun, youβve misplaced your sunglasses. You look around so much because youβre trying to make sure all the kids are doing what theyβre supposed to.Β
You try your best to ignore the chatter that plays on repeat every year: βYou two would make a good couple,β βDoes he have somebody back home?β βMaybe Iβll make a move!β
Like a glacier that sits on your shoulders, the ice slowly melting its way down your spine, the thought of his love life is so much more worth not thinking about that youβve never talked about it with him. It feels better that way.Β
Sure, youβre his best friend, butβheβs never asked about your love life.Β
And ultimately, thereβs nothing, nothing, like the way it all makes you feel.Β
Itβs a deep ache. One that starts about two weeks before camp starts, and a week and a half before it ends (continuing, of course, well into fall.)
An ache that pounds throughout your circulatory system, chanting not yours, not yours, not yours.
Itβs a Dick Grayson specific strand of FOMO: clinical, chronic, and untreatable.
One that reminds you: you only get his summers. And not even really that, since he has absolutely no idea.Β
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get ready my βalwaysβ lovers
SAYΒ MAMA.Β MA-MAΒ -Β JASONΒ TODD
PAIRING Mom! Reader x Dad! Jason Todd SYNOPSIS You and Jason started wondering if your daughter's first word would be Mama or Papa, so both of you started to talk to her calling yourselves "Mama" and "Papa", since you told him that she would call you first and he laughed, saying that he would be the winner. Until one night, when you don't feel him by your side, you hear a warming conversation in your daughter's room. WARNINGS Pregancy mention, Jason being a BIG DAD HERE, I love Dad! Jason Todd, fluff DIVIDER by @uzmacchiato
βShe will say βMamaβ first!β You said, looking at Jason like you had all the knowledge of the world and about babies' first words in your mind, but your smug smile made Jason laugh while holding your daughter in his arms.
βShe will say βPapaβ first, right Pumpkin?β He looked down at the bundle of love wearing pink socks and a red onesie.
Elizabeth, name that Jason chose after winning a bet with you that your first baby would be a girl, just cooed, then opened a big and toothless smile, her hands reaching for the strings on Jasonβs hoodie.
the cutest thing iβve ever read

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Traffic Lights
Summary: A small glimpse into the domesticity of sitting at a red light after date night.
Pairing: Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.1k
Content Warning: FLUFF, reader likes fleetwood mac, inspired by maine by noah kahan, second person pov, no use of y/n
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Jason Todd x fem!Reader
summary: Jason comes home early just because he had a wet dream about you :((
warning: smut (MDNI), p in v, breeding kink, Jason lowkey being needy if I forgot anything please let me know
A/N: I was listening to she did it again by tyla and zara larsson the whole time while writing this. Iβm so obsessed with this song omg. A masterpiece was created there.π©
It was almost midnight when your boyfriend finally came through the door. He took of his helmet and placed it gently on the kitchen counter. He knew youβre going to be mad at him tomorrow morning but right now he doesnβt really care a about that.
Right now all he cares about is you.
Earlier when he took a little nap before patrol he had a wet dream about you. Now, all he can think about is you. The way you moan every time he fucks you. The way you clench around his dick. The way your mouth whispers his name with pure love.
He makes his way towards your shared bedroom to change out of his clothes.
You just finished showering and covered yourself with a towel. When you leave the bathroom and make your way towards your shared bedroom. Jason stand in the middle of the room while trying to get out of his pants. His exposed back is turned towards you.
βJay? Youβre home early.β you say as you wrap your hands around his waist. He lets out a small chuckle and turns around so he can face you.
βWell, I missed you a little extra today. Figured the rest can survive a day without me.β he responds as he hold your face in his hands and leaves a small kiss on your temple.
βA little extra huh?β you raise your eyebrow at him. You know exactly what he means by that. But you donβt complain. Youβd take this man anywhere and anytime.
βYup.β he says. βI just couldnβt get you out of my mind today.β he says while leaving kisses on your neck.
βHmmβ¦ Well, I couldnβt really get you out of my mind either.β you say as you place your hands on the back of his neck.
βIs that so?β he whispers loud enough for you to hear and you nod. His hands slide down to your waist, pulling you into him. As if heβs trying to melt into you.
With a swift motion, he picked you up and placed you on the bed. His hands are still on your covered waist as he towers over you. But itβs just a matter of time until Jason uncovers you.
He starts kissing your lips, his hands make their way down to your bare ass and he gives it a little squeeze causing you to let out a soft moan against his lips.
βJason.β you whisper against his lips. Your hands now resting on his wide shoulders. He does not answer you though.
βThe things I wanna do to you pretty girl.β he whispers as he places himself between your legs, your core pulsing underneath him.
βThen show me what you wanna do to me, pretty boy.β Jason could sweat he just came just because you called him pretty boy. He starts kissing your neck as he slowly enters you. Your mouth falls open and you close your eyes as you feel his cock slowly stretching you. No matter how often Jason and you had Sex, you never really got used to his size. His cock was just too big.
βBreathe baby.β he reminds you in between the kiss. You do as he says and dig your nails into his shoulders. He slowly pulls and pushes inside you almost making you see stars.
Jason picks up the pace. You moan out his name softly and take is enough for him to get slightly weak above you. He fucks you with so much passion and love. His mouth leaving sloppy kisses all around your neck and youβre pretty sure heβs going to leave a few hickeys.
βYouβre made for me hmp~β Jason groans, his lips now connecting with yours and kissing you just as passionately as he is fucking you right now.
You lock your legs around his hips, caging him inside you. The kiss gets sloppy because of the pleasure Jason is giving you currently. But your open mouth doesnβt stop Jason from continuing kissing you. Your nails scratching his back now and you feel yourself slipping in the pleasure.
βPussy made for me.β he whispers in your mouth, βCanβt get it out of my head.β
βJason. Please.β you moan out. You feel yourself coming closer.
βPlease what baby? Use your words.β he says as if he doesnβt know what you want. He knows exactly youβre about to come.
The way youβre clenching around him while heβs sweetly abusing your pussy gives it away. The way you push your body towards him just to feel his deep thrust inside you. It all gives away.
And heβs definitely about to cum aswell.
βPlease. Iβm about to cum.β you tell him followed by Jasonβs low groan.
βCome on my dick pretty girl.β he says, βWant me to cum inside you huh? You want me to fill up this pretty pussy of yours?β he asks and you swear you can hear the smirk forming on his ridiculously handsome face.
βYes Jason. Oh my god. Yes!β You moan out loudly.
It doesnβt take you long until you create a mess around his mouth and he finishes inside you aswell. The juices mixing up with each other.
Jason slowly pulls out from you and rests his body on top of you. His index and middle finger travel down your body and stop just above your folds. He gives your cheek a long kiss as he pushes his fingers inside you to keep the juice inside you.
βDefinetly made for me.β
I haven't drawn him as many times as I'd like, but I think it's enough for a quick recap.
Is my Grayson graysoning enough for you?
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GOAL!
Damian Wayne x reader
β Bruce Wayne never expected to discover that his son was dating someone at one of his soccer games.
!!: fluff. 1.6k words. smitten!Damian. gn!reader but written with a fem! in mind. stablished relationship. aged up Damian. Not proofread. English is not my first language.
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The day you discovered Damian Wayne knew how to play soccer you never stopped insisting until he joined the universityβs team.
He would often say that he didn't have time to play soccer with all the study you guys had to do. But you knew your boyfriends better than anyone, and he could be studying three different, very difficult, degrees at the same time and still have enough free time to play with a ball.
Damian quickly became an important player in the team, the striker. Most of the goals the team had scored this season and the last were thanks to Damian, and you were always there, like a lucky charm.Β
It was almost like you had an assigned seat on the bleachers now, the perfect place to see the game and admire your boyfriend. Damian already knew where to find you among the people.Β
However, that seat wasnβt always free. If you arrived later than usual there was a good chance that someone else had already taken it, forcing you to look for another place. Like today, for example.
When you saw the final exam schedule and realized that one of your exams clashed with the university team's most important football match, you felt like dying. You'd become a huge football fan thanks to Damian, and you loved supporting him by attending all his games. And this one, being the most important and coinciding with an exam, drove you crazy.
While your exam was halfway done, you could see from the window how the players had already appeared on the field, meaning that the match was about to start, and you werenβt there.
You had told Damian, he understood, of course, but he was missing you. Standing on the field, next to his teammates, waiting for the game to start and not having you on the bleachers made him nervous, and he was never nervous when it came to soccer, but he missed his lucky charm.
You finished your exam as quickly as possible, and the teacher almost laughed when she saw how fast you gathered your things and bolted through the classroom door.Β
When you arrived to the field the bleachers were packed with people. Almost every student of the university was there, and almost every teacher too. You knew the people from Gotham university were passionate about their soccer.Β
You couldnβt find a seat, everything was occupied, so you settled with standing on the top part of the bleachers. You didnβt pay attention to who was standing next to you, when the game was on your eyes were only focused on Damian, who was now running with the ball to score their teamβs second goal of the game.Β
βGOOOAL!!β The bleachers erupted with joy. People standing up, clapping, shouting, hugging.
2-0. Gotham University on the lead.
You were celebrating too. Clapping and shouting like the rest of the people.
Damian, while he was being congratulated by his teammates, raised his head to search for you on the bleachers.Β
He had a proud smile on his face from the goal, that softened when he finally spotted you on the very top part of the stands. However, his smile disappeared when he noticed his father standing right next to you.
His father, Bruce Wayne, who didnβt know Damian was in a very happy relationship with you, his classmate. A relationship that had turned a year old last week.Β
You were standing next to him.Β
Damianβs mind started filling with questions. Had you introduced yourself to Bruce? Was his father going to scold him from keeping you a secret? Were you going to kill him for not telling his father about you?
But the game wasnβt even halfway done and he needed to concentrate.Β
By the end of the game the score was 4-4. While Gotham University had gotten the lead at the very start, they had lost a player due to a red card, and the other team had managed to equal the score.Β
However, as it was the last match of the season, they had to break the tie in a penalty shootout. It was their last resort after extra time had already been played.
The penalties were tough. Gotham University didn't miss any, but the other team missed one, saved by GothamβsΒ goalkeeper. Now everything depended on Damian. If he scored that penalty, Gotham University would be crowned champions.
The stands were tense. The ones supporting Gotham university were holding their breaths, while the people supporting the other team were praying for Damian to miss. But Damian never missed. Because he was that good, and because you were there.
βHeβs not going to miss." The man next to you said when he saw how tense you were. Your nails were digging into your hands.
βOh, I know, heβs really good, it's just that I get nervous every time.β You let out a nervous laugh.
βHave you been to any other game?β The man asked. Damia started moving away from the ball to get a running start.
βTo every single one, I often sit there,β You pointed to your usual seat, which was now occupied by a girl. βGotta support my boyfriend.β
He nodded and you glanced at him, but not closely enough to recognize him.
βHave you ever come to a game before, or is this your first? I think I havenβt seen you here beforeβ You asked, looking back to the field.
βThis is the first one Iβve been to since my son joined the universityβs team.β
βWhoβs your son?β You asked.
You knew everyone on the team, most of them from the afterparties of every match. Some of the boys were nice, the others were assholes.Β
βNumber nine, Damian.β He answered and your entire body froze.
You didn't even react when Damian scored the penalty. You clapped slowly as the stands on the Gotham University side erupted in celebration of their immediate victory.
Now you noticed the resemblance: the man had the same eyebrows as Damian, and it was clear you were related. The man in front of you was none other than Bruce Wayne, your boyfriend's father. And since you hadn't introduced yourself, he was going to think you were rude.
So you did what seemed best: you ran. You left the stands as fast as you could and went to find Damian.
And there he was, in the middle of the field, holding the trophy, surrounded by his teammates singing a silly song they'd made up in the locker room before the game to celebrate the victory.
When he saw you approaching, he broke away from the group and walked toward you. You had a proud smile on your face that would take a while to fade. Damian was smiling too.
With the trophy in his left hand, he used his right to take you by the waist and pull you toward him.
βCongratulations, my love.β You smiled, wrapped your arms around his neck, not even caring of how sweaty he was, and kissed him.
He melted into the kiss, savoring the victory and the feeling of having you with him. For Damian the post-game kiss was far better than any trophy.Β
βHow did your exam go, Beloved?β He asked when you pulled away.Β
βI did it as best and as fast as I could.β You answered.Β
He hummed and gave you a sweet but short kiss on your neck.Β
Bruce, who had come down the bleachers to congratulate his son, had seen the whole interaction between you and Damian.Β
He had waited for you to have your romantic moment, but seeing how strangely in love Damian looked, he realized that if he didn't make his presence noticeable then you two could go on like this forever. And Bruce wanted answers.
He cleared his throat. This made Damian look up, seeing his father standing a few feet away from you two.
βFather.β
βYou played wonderfully today, Damian, congratulations!β Bruce said, approaching with a proud and happy smile. βNow, would you mind explaining?β
Your cheeks were flushed, and you lowered your gaze, avoiding Bruceβs. Damian looked at his father and then at you. βThanks, Father, but it was an easy game.β
Bruce stayed quiet, waiting for his son to start explaining about his secret relationship.Β
βI think you two have already met.β Damian said, remembering you had been standing next to his father during the game.
βIndeed.β Bruce nodded.
βWeβre a couple. Weβve been together for a year.β
Bruce would be lying if he said it didnβt hurt to discover his youngest son had been dating someone for a year without telling him. He expected something like that from Jason, but not Damian.
βWell then, Itβs a pleasure to finally meet youβ¦β Bruce extended his hand for you to take.Β
You told him your name and shook his hand shyly. βThe pleasure is all mine, Mr. Wayne.β
βI donβt want to bother you two, Iβll be going now. Congratulations son, Iβm proud of you.β Bruce smiled at Damian and patted him on the shoulder. But, before leaving he turned to you. βWeβll be expecting you next week for dinner.β
Once Bruce had left, Damian rolled his eyes. βGreat, now youβll have to meet the entire family.β The sarcasm in his voice was sharp.
You let out a sweet giggle and kissed him on the cheek. β Donβt be dramatic, It canβt be that bad.β
You really didn't know what you were getting yourself into. But you loved Damian, and if dating him meant dealing with a strange family, a single billionaire father, and lots of siblings, then so be it.
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You had always been a foodie.
It wasnβt just about eating - it was about discovery. New flavours. New textures. The quiet joy of turning raw ingredients into something that told a story. Your tiny apartment kitchen was your laboratory: spices from every corner of the world, half-finished recipe notebooks, and the faint smell of whatever youβd experimented with last night still lingering in the air.
Jason Todd had never been picky.
Growing up on the streets, then in the manor, thenβ¦ after. Food was fuel. He ate whatever was available, often cold, often standing up, often while bleeding. He could devour an entire pizza in under ten minutes and still be hungry. His metabolism was a monster, and heβd long since stopped fighting it.
Then he met you.
And everything changed.
bruce finding out that jason is still a crybaby π₯Ή jason act tough but if you push him a bit more in a personal arguments he'd start spilling fat tears down his cheeks and now you have an armful of sad boy in your arms. bruce forgot this fact every single time they fight.
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