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Thinking abt doing the ribbon trend w clark……. 

pairing: clark kent x fem! reader ☆ fluff, cw: suggestive themes!

You catch him off guard one morning—when he’s making pancakes, large figure hunched over just the slightest bit in your tiny kitchen that wasn’t meant to hold gorgeous men that are built like Greek gods. He’s wearing your silly, frilly little apron, the fabric pulled taut over his chest, wrapped tightly around his waist. It has you feral.

“Clark, honey, c’mere a sec?”

He’s attentive to you immediately, turning the stove off and plating the pancakes exactly how you like em, before setting them aside in favour of, well, little ol’ you. The dimples in his cheeks make an appearance as he smiles and tilts his head, dark curls falling over his eyes, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. 

“What can I do you for, sweetheart?” He says. You have to fight demons just to not jump him. 

You guide him to the living room, pushing him to sit down on your couch (not literally. You don’t think you could even if you actually tried. But it warms your heart to know that Clark’s humouring you, despite not knowing what you have planned <3). 

“There’s this little thing going on online…” you muse, bringing your phone out to show him some clips of the ribbon trend. He’s intrigued by the idea of it, though he gets a little bashful when you propose filming the whole thing.

“Sure, love,” he nods his head, fluffy hair bouncing with the motion, “I’d do anything with you.”

You pepper his face with sweet kisses for that (as if you needed a reason), and he laughs under his breath. 

-`୨୧´-

Clark’s beginning to feel so shy, sitting so nicely and obediently as you set your phone up and get the ribbon ready. It’s a pretty pink colour, made of satin and silk, and is soft to the touch. 

He rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, exposing crazy strong arms and delicious biceps. You grit your teeth and focus on the feel of the ribbon in your hands, in case you lunge at him and bite him all over. 

He peers at you through his glasses, cheeks flushed slightly, “Uhm, so, what do I do now?” 

“Sit there and look pretty, hun.”

Your phone’s recording as you wrap the ribbon around his bicep, once, twice, then tie it into a pretty bow. Clark’s quiet all the while, watching you work. The feel of his gaze on you has you fumbling with the ribbon just a bit, which makes him smile teasingly, which makes you fumble even more. 

“Stop staring at me,” you huff, embarrassed. 

“Alright, alright,” he laughs, turning to face the other way.

You adjust the bow itself, before sitting back to admire your handiwork.

“So pretty, Clark,” you hum.

“Are you… talking about my arm?”

You roll your eyes playfully, poking him, “No, silly, m’ talking about you.”

That has his cheeks flushing, which wasn’t a reaction you expected. He tries to avoid your gaze, hunching his shoulders, trying to make himself look smaller—

“Y'think I’m pretty?” He asks shyly, and your heart bursts.

“Of course, honey,” you giggle, pressing up against him to kiss all over his cheeks. “My pretty boy, my handsome darling, you’re gorgeous.”

He’s positively red now, squirming in his seat, with the biggest smile on his face. Gingerly, he places his hands on your hips, holding you in place so you’re not clambering all over him.

“Wh–What about the trend, doll? The video?”

You pout, “Well, next is… could you flex your arm, Clark?”

And he does. He flexes so hard the ribbon accidentally snaps, and he’s so sheepish about it, worrying over ruining your little ribbon, your video, about making you unhappy.

Little does he know it’s got you all hot and bothered. Watching the way the pretty pink ribbon strained across his bicep, the fabric getting thinner and thinner, before tearing—oh, wow. He doesn’t have to worry any longer as you climb into his lap, straddling his hips. 

“Oh gosh, sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean to—”

“S'okay, Clark,” you coo, hands coming to trace the curve of his biceps, shoulders, flushed cheeks… then to toy with the curls in his hair. “I just thought of something else we can film next.”

A/N: Sry for the rambling, hope it makes sense!! I keep rewatching this movie... i cant get this silly guy out of my head!!

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friendships end. relationships end. fictional man whos doing even worse than you is forever

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portrait of Jason

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what? no, i'm not a vampire. watch i can literally go in the sun (-1 hp) (-1 hp) (-1 hp) (-1 hp) (-1 hp) (-1 hp) (-1 hp) (-1 hp) (-1 hp) (-1 hp)

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so uhhh. yeah.

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Jason should have come back to the manor post-lazarus pit and revealed himself as Jason Todd but not told the rest of the family that he’s also Red Hood. can you imagine how fucking funny that would be.

Nightwing: honestly! my family is fucking INSANE! i swear the only good one is my little brother, he died and came back and decided to ditch the vigilante life.

Red Hood: oh shit really?

Nightwing: honestly probably the smartest one out of all of us, he’s reading in bed while we’re all out here on stakeouts!

Red Hood: interesting. tell me more about how this brother is the best of all of you.

~

Red Hood: so what are you guys getting the smart handsome not-vigilante brother for Christmas?

Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin:

~

Batman: now i need all of you to have an equal share in the clean up-

Red Hood: yeah sorry, you aren’t MY dad, so i’m gonna dip. have fun cleaning!

the funniest part is when Dick and Tim decide that since Red Hood and Jason are so similar and Red Hood CLEARLY seems to like what he hears about Jason, that they should try to set the two up.

Jason, calling Roy at 4am: i need you in Gotham within the next hour so you can dress up as Red Hood and we can pretend that I’m sleeping with myself.

Roy:

Roy: i’m gonna get caught sneaking out of your bedroom with lipstick on your helmet

Jason: this is gonna be the funniest thing we’ve ever done.

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Jason Todd

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Jason x reader but READER is the attack dog in the relationship, yeah yeah, Jason is the literal former crime boss with a duffle bag full of heads and a hardened vigilante but nothing is more terrifying than a feral Gothamite and I stand by that!!

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HEHE THANK U FOR READING!! <333 im happy u enjoyed it :3c

Thinking abt doing the ribbon trend w clark……. 

pairing: clark kent x fem! reader ☆ fluff, cw: suggestive themes!

You catch him off guard one morning—when he’s making pancakes, large figure hunched over just the slightest bit in your tiny kitchen that wasn’t meant to hold gorgeous men that are built like Greek gods. He’s wearing your silly, frilly little apron, the fabric pulled taut over his chest, wrapped tightly around his waist. It has you feral.

“Clark, honey, c’mere a sec?”

He’s attentive to you immediately, turning the stove off and plating the pancakes exactly how you like em, before setting them aside in favour of, well, little ol’ you. The dimples in his cheeks make an appearance as he smiles and tilts his head, dark curls falling over his eyes, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. 

“What can I do you for, sweetheart?” He says. You have to fight demons just to not jump him. 

You guide him to the living room, pushing him to sit down on your couch (not literally. You don’t think you could even if you actually tried. But it warms your heart to know that Clark’s humouring you, despite not knowing what you have planned <3). 

“There’s this little thing going on online…” you muse, bringing your phone out to show him some clips of the ribbon trend. He’s intrigued by the idea of it, though he gets a little bashful when you propose filming the whole thing.

“Sure, love,” he nods his head, fluffy hair bouncing with the motion, “I’d do anything with you.”

You pepper his face with sweet kisses for that (as if you needed a reason), and he laughs under his breath. 

-`୨୧´-

Clark’s beginning to feel so shy, sitting so nicely and obediently as you set your phone up and get the ribbon ready. It’s a pretty pink colour, made of satin and silk, and is soft to the touch. 

He rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, exposing crazy strong arms and delicious biceps. You grit your teeth and focus on the feel of the ribbon in your hands, in case you lunge at him and bite him all over. 

He peers at you through his glasses, cheeks flushed slightly, “Uhm, so, what do I do now?” 

“Sit there and look pretty, hun.”

Your phone’s recording as you wrap the ribbon around his bicep, once, twice, then tie it into a pretty bow. Clark’s quiet all the while, watching you work. The feel of his gaze on you has you fumbling with the ribbon just a bit, which makes him smile teasingly, which makes you fumble even more. 

“Stop staring at me,” you huff, embarrassed. 

“Alright, alright,” he laughs, turning to face the other way.

You adjust the bow itself, before sitting back to admire your handiwork.

“So pretty, Clark,” you hum.

“Are you… talking about my arm?”

You roll your eyes playfully, poking him, “No, silly, m’ talking about you.”

That has his cheeks flushing, which wasn’t a reaction you expected. He tries to avoid your gaze, hunching his shoulders, trying to make himself look smaller—

“Y'think I’m pretty?” He asks shyly, and your heart bursts.

“Of course, honey,” you giggle, pressing up against him to kiss all over his cheeks. “My pretty boy, my handsome darling, you’re gorgeous.”

He’s positively red now, squirming in his seat, with the biggest smile on his face. Gingerly, he places his hands on your hips, holding you in place so you’re not clambering all over him.

“Wh–What about the trend, doll? The video?”

You pout, “Well, next is… could you flex your arm, Clark?”

And he does. He flexes so hard the ribbon accidentally snaps, and he’s so sheepish about it, worrying over ruining your little ribbon, your video, about making you unhappy.

Little does he know it’s got you all hot and bothered. Watching the way the pretty pink ribbon strained across his bicep, the fabric getting thinner and thinner, before tearing—oh, wow. He doesn’t have to worry any longer as you climb into his lap, straddling his hips. 

“Oh gosh, sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean to—”

“S'okay, Clark,” you coo, hands coming to trace the curve of his biceps, shoulders, flushed cheeks… then to toy with the curls in his hair. “I just thought of something else we can film next.”

A/N: Sry for the rambling, hope it makes sense!! I keep rewatching this movie... i cant get this silly guy out of my head!!

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Thinking abt doing the ribbon trend w clark……. 

pairing: clark kent x fem! reader ☆ fluff, cw: suggestive themes!

You catch him off guard one morning—when he’s making pancakes, large figure hunched over just the slightest bit in your tiny kitchen that wasn’t meant to hold gorgeous men that are built like Greek gods. He’s wearing your silly, frilly little apron, the fabric pulled taut over his chest, wrapped tightly around his waist. It has you feral.

“Clark, honey, c’mere a sec?”

He’s attentive to you immediately, turning the stove off and plating the pancakes exactly how you like em, before setting them aside in favour of, well, little ol’ you. The dimples in his cheeks make an appearance as he smiles and tilts his head, dark curls falling over his eyes, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. 

“What can I do you for, sweetheart?” He says. You have to fight demons just to not jump him. 

You guide him to the living room, pushing him to sit down on your couch (not literally. You don’t think you could even if you actually tried. But it warms your heart to know that Clark’s humouring you, despite not knowing what you have planned <3). 

“There’s this little thing going on online…” you muse, bringing your phone out to show him some clips of the ribbon trend. He’s intrigued by the idea of it, though he gets a little bashful when you propose filming the whole thing.

“Sure, love,” he nods his head, fluffy hair bouncing with the motion, “I’d do anything with you.”

You pepper his face with sweet kisses for that (as if you needed a reason), and he laughs under his breath. 

-`୨୧´-

Clark’s beginning to feel so shy, sitting so nicely and obediently as you set your phone up and get the ribbon ready. It’s a pretty pink colour, made of satin and silk, and is soft to the touch. 

He rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, exposing crazy strong arms and delicious biceps. You grit your teeth and focus on the feel of the ribbon in your hands, in case you lunge at him and bite him all over. 

He peers at you through his glasses, cheeks flushed slightly, “Uhm, so, what do I do now?” 

“Sit there and look pretty, hun.”

Your phone’s recording as you wrap the ribbon around his bicep, once, twice, then tie it into a pretty bow. Clark’s quiet all the while, watching you work. The feel of his gaze on you has you fumbling with the ribbon just a bit, which makes him smile teasingly, which makes you fumble even more. 

“Stop staring at me,” you huff, embarrassed. 

“Alright, alright,” he laughs, turning to face the other way.

You adjust the bow itself, before sitting back to admire your handiwork.

“So pretty, Clark,” you hum.

“Are you… talking about my arm?”

You roll your eyes playfully, poking him, “No, silly, m’ talking about you.”

That has his cheeks flushing, which wasn’t a reaction you expected. He tries to avoid your gaze, hunching his shoulders, trying to make himself look smaller—

“Y'think I’m pretty?” He asks shyly, and your heart bursts.

“Of course, honey,” you giggle, pressing up against him to kiss all over his cheeks. “My pretty boy, my handsome darling, you’re gorgeous.”

He’s positively red now, squirming in his seat, with the biggest smile on his face. Gingerly, he places his hands on your hips, holding you in place so you’re not clambering all over him.

“Wh–What about the trend, doll? The video?”

You pout, “Well, next is… could you flex your arm, Clark?”

And he does. He flexes so hard the ribbon accidentally snaps, and he’s so sheepish about it, worrying over ruining your little ribbon, your video, about making you unhappy.

Little does he know it’s got you all hot and bothered. Watching the way the pretty pink ribbon strained across his bicep, the fabric getting thinner and thinner, before tearing—oh, wow. He doesn’t have to worry any longer as you climb into his lap, straddling his hips. 

“Oh gosh, sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean to—”

“S'okay, Clark,” you coo, hands coming to trace the curve of his biceps, shoulders, flushed cheeks… then to toy with the curls in his hair. “I just thought of something else we can film next.”

A/N: Sry for the rambling, hope it makes sense!! I keep rewatching this movie... i cant get this silly guy out of my head!!

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Caleb girlies are eating so good today~

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Sometimes Jason Todd gets nightmares.

You’ve seen it—the way he tosses and turns, groaning and pleading and beyond haunted. Even in sleep, every part of him is drawn so tight you’re afraid he’s tearing himself apart in his dreams.

It used to happen a lot more frequently, when your relationship was still new… when his fight-or-flight still ran on overdrive, and he’d come home from patrol with more ghosts than he’d left.

He had warned you about it before, the nightmares, with his head lowered and his shoulders hunched. The words came in choked whispers. Like it was something dirty, like he was humiliated.

“You don’t hafta deal with it,” he said, “Won’t make you. m’ not worth it.” 

You shushed him instantly, pressing soft murmurs and softer kisses against his skin, hoping to gods your words reached him—

“You’re worth it, Jay,” You cradled his face in your hands, slowly, watching his body language for any sign. Anything at all. “I promise.”

There was a beat of silence… then, he breathed a sigh, melting in your hold. You watched in awe—it felt like second nature, the way he closed his eyes and leaned into you, body relaxing even more as you pulled him into a hug. That night ended with you threading your fingers through his hair, and him having the best sleep he’d had in years.

-`☾´-

Recently, though, Jason’s taken to soothing his demons in other ways. In the dead of the night, as he tears himself from a bad dream, he starts reaching for you before he even realises.

You're sleep-addled and entirely out of it when he shakes you awake, but one glance at his trembling form and you know what to do.

Slowly, while watching him for any change in body language, you drape your body over his. Chest to chest, hip to hip; you put your whole weight on him. It grounds him—your presence, your weight, your warmth. Having you in his hold comforts him like nothing else. Jason heaves a heavy sigh, hands coming to cup your hips, thumbs tracing mindless patterns. 

“Sorry,” he whispers. Then, softer, “thank you.”

“Dun’ be, baby, nothin’ to be s’rry for.” You mumble, cheeks mushed and words slurring. It draws a barely-there chuckle, more a huff of amusement than anything. 

Pulling together your last bit of coherence, you raise your head slightly to look him in the eyes.

“I love you, Jay. Remember that, yeah?”

Like that, you fall asleep on him.

He stares at the ceiling for a few beats, listening to your steady breathing and waiting for his own to even out.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, trailing a hand to your head, threading his fingers through your hair. 

You always keep your promise.

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“Their eyes locked from across the room”

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Sometimes Jason Todd gets nightmares.

You’ve seen it—the way he tosses and turns, groaning and pleading and beyond haunted. Even in sleep, every part of him is drawn so tight you’re afraid he’s tearing himself apart in his dreams.

It used to happen a lot more frequently, when your relationship was still new… when his fight-or-flight still ran on overdrive, and he’d come home from patrol with more ghosts than he’d left.

He had warned you about it before, the nightmares, with his head lowered and his shoulders hunched. The words came in choked whispers. Like it was something dirty, like he was humiliated.

“You don’t hafta deal with it,” he said, “Won’t make you. m’ not worth it.” 

You shushed him instantly, pressing soft murmurs and softer kisses against his skin, hoping to gods your words reached him—

“You’re worth it, Jay,” You cradled his face in your hands, slowly, watching his body language for any sign. Anything at all. “I promise.”

There was a beat of silence… then, he breathed a sigh, melting in your hold. You watched in awe—it felt like second nature, the way he closed his eyes and leaned into you, body relaxing even more as you pulled him into a hug. That night ended with you threading your fingers through his hair, and him having the best sleep he’d had in years.

-`☾´-

Recently, though, Jason’s taken to soothing his demons in other ways. In the dead of the night, as he tears himself from a bad dream, he starts reaching for you before he even realises.

You're sleep-addled and entirely out of it when he shakes you awake, but one glance at his trembling form and you know what to do.

Slowly, while watching him for any change in body language, you drape your body over his. Chest to chest, hip to hip; you put your whole weight on him. It grounds him—your presence, your weight, your warmth. Having you in his hold comforts him like nothing else. Jason heaves a heavy sigh, hands coming to cup your hips, thumbs tracing mindless patterns. 

“Sorry,” he whispers. Then, softer, “thank you.”

“Dun’ be, baby, nothin’ to be s’rry for.” You mumble, cheeks mushed and words slurring. It draws a barely-there chuckle, more a huff of amusement than anything. 

Pulling together your last bit of coherence, you raise your head slightly to look him in the eyes.

“I love you, Jay. Remember that, yeah?”

Like that, you fall asleep on him.

He stares at the ceiling for a few beats, listening to your steady breathing and waiting for his own to even out.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, trailing a hand to your head, threading his fingers through your hair. 

You always keep your promise.

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