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‣ he loves cooking for you. jason genuinely enjoys being in the kitchen, especially when he's making something he knows you'll love. if you've had a bad day, he'll quietly start cooking before you even have a chance to complain about it. the apartment fills with the smell of your favorite meal, and suddenly the day feels a little less awful. he'll act like it's no big deal, but he pays attention to every little thing you like and remembers it. ‣ movie nights are mandatory. jason will complain endlessly if you choose a romantic movie, claiming they're all predictable. then he'll proceed to watch the entire thing while providing commentary on every scene. he gets weirdly invested in side characters and starts making predictions about the plot halfway through. if he's right, he'll spend the rest of the night bragging about it. if he's wrong, he'll insist the writers changed the ending just to spite him. ‣ jason pretends he doesn't like cuddling. if anyone asked him, he'd probably deny being affectionate at all. yet somehow every movie night ends with him stretched across half your body. he'll start by sitting on the opposite side of the couch, then gradually move closer until you're practically trapped beneath him. once he's comfortable, he's not moving for anything. at that point, you've basically become his personal pillow. ‣ he remembers tiny details about you. jason notices things most people overlook and stores them away without saying anything. he remembers your coffee order, your favorite candy, and which songs you always replay in the car. weeks later, he'll casually show up with your favorite drink and act like it's nothing special. meanwhile, you're standing there wondering how he remembered something you mentioned once three months ago. he'll never admit how much attention he pays to you. ‣ arguments never last long. jason can absolutely be stubborn when he's upset. he'll cross his arms, glare at the wall, and insist he's fine when he's clearly not. but no matter how irritated he is, he hates sleeping while things are unresolved between you. eventually he'll wander into the room and sit beside you in silence for a minute before quietly asking, "you still mad?" ‣ the apartment is filled with little signs of him caring. your phone charger mysteriously gets replaced before you even realize the old one is broken. your favorite snacks somehow appear in the pantry whenever you run out. the blanket you always steal is folded neatly on the couch after he notices you left it somewhere else. jason isn't always great at expressing his feelings out loud, so he shows them through actions instead. the apartment becomes full of tiny reminders that he's always thinking about you. ‣ he absolutely loves when you read while he's reading. some of his favorite moments are the quiet ones where neither of you says much. you'll be curled up together on the couch, each lost in your own book for hours. every once in a while he'll read a line he likes and slide the book over for you to see. there's no pressure to fill the silence because being together is enough. to jason, those peaceful moments feel just as meaningful as any big romantic gesture.

acts of service is this cutie's love language

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a backflip.

you stared at him in disbelief while he reviewed the footage, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

"you know," he said, biting back a grin, "i think that one had potential."

you folded your arms across your chest. "you literally abandoned the choreography halfway through."

"one more take," dick said.

"you've said that six times."

"and this time i mean it."

"you said that last time."

"this time i really mean it."

you pointed toward the phone, "you backflipped over the coffee table."

"it was artistic."

"it was dangerous."

"it got your attention."

you stared at him.

dick wasn't interested in making a perfect tiktok.

dick was interested in making you laugh.

unfortunately, it worked every time.

by the time he convinced you to try again, your cheeks already hurt from smiling. the music started, and for the first few seconds things actually seemed promising. the two of you moved in sync, matching each step perfectly. you even started thinking this might finally be the take.

then you glanced over.

dick was already looking at you.

his blue eyes crinkled at the corners as a smile spread across his face, and suddenly whatever concentration you'd managed to build disappeared completely.

a laugh escaped before you could stop it.

dick immediately lost it too.

the dance fell apart within seconds.

before you could stop him, dick wrapped his arms around your waist and spun you around the kitchen.

you shrieked.

"dick!"

he laughed.

the sound filled the apartment instantly.

by the end of the recording, you were doubled over, clutching your stomach while dick leaned against the counter trying to catch his breath.

the music ended.

silence settled for a moment.

"we ruined it."

"we absolutely ruined it."

you both burst out laughing again.

dick walked over to stop the recording.

"well," he said, checking the video. "there goes ten minutes of our lives."

"more like forty-five."

you moved beside him to watch.

the first few seconds were normal enough. then came the moment you looked at each other.

everything after that was a disaster.

the choreography vanished. the timing disappeared. neither of you looked remotely professional.

and yet…

you found yourself smiling.

because hidden between all the mistakes were the things you actually loved.

"i kinda like this one," you admitted quietly.

dick looked up from the screen.

"yeah?"

you nodded.

the teasing grin that usually sat on his face faded into something gentler. more sincere.

for all his joking and constant need to entertain everyone around him, there were moments when dick looked at you like you were the easiest thing in the world to love.

this was one of those moments.

his hand found yours automatically.

"good," he said softly. "that's my favorite version of us."

heat immediately rushed to your face.

"you're such a sap."

"i know."

"it's actually embarrassing."

"and yet you're dating me."

unfortunately, he had a point.

you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the smile tugging at your lips.

dick noticed immediately.

of course he did.

before you could react, he lifted his phone and snapped a picture.

the flash startled you.

"dick!"

"what?" he asked innocently.

"you just took a photo of me."

"correction." he glanced down at the screen. "i took a photo of you looking adorable."

you groaned.

he laughed.

because while everyone else saw a silly thirty-second tiktok, dick saw something else entirely.

a collection of tiny moments.

little pieces of a life he loved sharing with you.

and he'd take those over a viral video any day.

i wish he was real

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wrapping his calloused hand around the base, he gave it a slow stroke, eyes locked on your image. in the photo, your eyes sparkled with that playful fire, the same one that had you begging for more when he'd pinned you down and thrust deep into your pussy.

"yeah, just like that—remember how i fucked you hard, stretching that tight little pussy?" he growled under his breath, his strokes picking up pace. he switched to your social media, heart pounding as he found your latest post. there you were, in a bikini by the pool, the fabric clung to your curves, nipples faintly visible through the wet material, your ass arched just right as you posed on all fours.

"goddamn, look at that ass. i wanna bend you over and ram my cock into you right now, make you scream my name while i pound your dripping cunt." jason groaned, pumping his cock faster. he imagined flipping you over right there, spreading your legs and burying his face between your thighs, tongue lapping at your clit until you screamed his name.

his hand moved in steady rhythm, slick sounds filling the air as pre-cum lubed his shaft. "fuck, you'd taste so good—i'm gonna eat that pussy until you cum all over my face." he whispered harshly, thumb circling the sensitive head of his cock. he zoomed in on your face, that soft, parted-lip expression making him think of how you looked when he fucked you from behind, your moans muffled into the pillow.

"you have no idea what you do to me, slut—taking my dick like a good girl, begging for me to fill you up." the tension coiled low in his gut, building with every stroke, every stolen glance at your body.

he opens his photo app again. you on your knees, looking up at him with those wide eyes, mouth open and ready. he'd snapped it mid-blowjob, your lips stretched around his cock, saliva dripping down your chin. jason's breath hitched, his free hand gripping the phone tighter as he jerked harder, hips bucking up into his fist. "suck it, baby—deepthroat me like you did before, choke on my thick cock while i fuck your throat." he pictured your warm mouth sucking him deep, throat contracting around him while your hands fondled his balls.

sweat beaded on his forehead, muscles tensing as the pressure mounted. a video jason took played next—a short clip of you dancing in a short skirt, hips swaying, teasing glimpses of your thighs. "that's it, baby, shake that ass for me. i'm gonna grab those hips and slam into your wet pussy until you can't walk straight." he growled, stroking from base to tip with urgent twists.

the orgasm hit him like a freight train. jason's head fell back, a guttural moan ripping from his throat as ropes of cum shot across his abs, hot and thick. "fuckkk yes, take my load—i'm cumming for you, imagining shooting it deep inside your pussy." he panted, his cock pulsing in his hand, spilling more with each aftershock.

the release doing little to ease the longing. panting, he stared at your photo, wiping his hand on his shirt before typing a quick message. "miss you baby. can't wait to see you again."

sorry guys im ovulating

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⟡ biker!jason todd who doesn’t say “hold on,” but expects you to. and when you do, when your arms wrap around him tighter, when your cheek presses against his back. you swear you feel him exhale. just slightly. like he didn’t know he needed that.

⟡ biker!jason todd who becomes quieter around you, not louder. he doesn’t perform. doesn’t try to impress you with stories or bravado. instead, it’s small things, walking on the side closest to the street, keeping a hand at your back, checking your reactions more than he lets on.

⟡ biker!jason todd who lets you wear his jacket. it’s heavy, smells like leather and something distinctly him. when you try to give it back, he just shrugs. “keep it.” like it doesn’t matter. like he didn’t just give you something he never lets anyone touch.

⟡ biker!jason todd who doesn’t say he cares, but shows it constantly. your helmet always fits perfectly. he slows down just enough on turns. he remembers what scares you and avoids it without making it obvious.

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you had just got off work. the night air is colder than you expected, and you’re standing there rubbing your arms when you hear that engine.

you don’t even have to look. you already know it’s him.

he pulls up slow, less dramatic. like he’s not trying to startle you. the bike idles for a second before he cuts the engine, the silence settling between you.

“get on,” jason says, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

you blink. “no hello?”

a small pause. then, quieter he says, “hey.”

it’s enough to make you smile.

you step closer, and he’s already reaching for the spare helmet, adjusting the strap under your chin. his fingers are careful, precise. when he’s done, he taps it lightly. “good?”

“yeah.”

he nods once and swings back onto the bike.

you climb on behind him. your arms slide around his waist, holding on as you press your chest to his back.

jason stills. just for a second.

then the engine roars back to life.

the ride is fast, but smooth too. you feel every shift of his body, every lean into a turn, every subtle adjustment meant for you.

at one stop, his hand briefly leaves the handlebar, reaching back to press against your wrist where you’re holding him, just a quick squeeze.

you squeeze back.

he doesn’t say anything after that.

but he doesn’t let go as quickly, either.

ughh i need a biker

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