JASON TODD Who Is Not Very Good At Hiding What He Wants. Oh, He’ll Try. He’ll Cradle The Side Of

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤtoo busy bein’ yours to fall for somebody new!

— notes 𖹭 j. todd x wife!reader. agents of gotham au. married life shenanigans!!

JASON TODD was kneeled down before you, on his knee, working ever so gently to slip the black leather heel onto your foot, adjusting the ankle strap perfectly.

once he was done, he lifted your leg and pressed a kiss against your thigh, lingering for a quiet moment before standing up right, his hands immediately settling onto your waist.

in response, your own hands trailed over his chest before arranging his suit, fixing his tie just to tug it once more, pulling him close so you could kiss his cheek. lipstick remained where you did not, and you chuckled delicately, running your thumb over it.

“something funny to you, mrs. todd?”

“a little. you, actually.”

“oh, really now.” he whispered, his lips a mere inch away from yours.

“mhmm.”

he chuckled himself, the sound reverberating around your insides, shooting shockwaves up your spine, and sewing itself into the walls of your heart.

a million little words, so many promises, scattered across his eyes. how many could you count in a second? and how many could you translate before he blinked?

“you’re breathtaking.” he murmured, skillfully leaning down to steal a proper kiss, fulfilling every dream you possibly could have dreamed. he was a sanctuary, you could rest your entire soul in his arms.

“and you’re sweet.” you inched away, pressing a hand against his chest. “but we still have work to do.”

“you’re no fun.”

“i’m plenty fun, and you know that.” you tut, taking a handkerchief and wiping away the red mark on his cheek.

“my wife... married to the job before me.”

“oh, hush. ceo of the sassy man apocalypse.”

this is so boyfriend jason todd coded <3

JASON “....and she tortures me, tortures me with her love... the past was nothing. in the past it was only that infernal body of hers that tortured me, but now i've taken all her soul into my soul and through her i've become a man....” TODD

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤyou can ask the flowers, i sit for hours!

JASON TODD who is the father of two beautiful girls, jane and juliet. yes, named after jane austen and shakespeare.

JASON TODD who reads to them every night before bed. and even before they were born, he read to them. he has never skipped a night, not a single chapter or a single page. he had to indoctrinate them with classic literature young.

JASON TODD who takes his daughters out on daddy-daughter dates every chance he gets. he takes them to art museums, opera shows, and tea parties with professional princess actresses. trips to the library are regular, and with each visit, they always pick out a movie to watch together.

JASON TODD who lets them paint his nails, put face masks on him and basically just use him as their own doll. he doesn’t mind when they trace over the scars on his face. sometimes they compare him to the fairytale heros he reads to them about, and that makes him tear up more than he’d ever admit.

JASON TODD whose wife loves flowers, so he takes his daughters with him like every other week to pick out a new bouquet for her. they grow up with the perfect example of what a gentleman should be like.

JASON TODD who pulls off typical dad outfits wayyy too well.

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ you can hear it in the silence!

JASON’s scent hit you before anything else, even when the glow of the morning surfaced your half conscious eyelids, he was the first thing you felt.

the weight of his arm was draped across your side, and his hands were cold. then you heard his soft snores, and ever so often, the slightest hitch in his breath.

your hand moved instinctively, and you brushed a lock of hair away from his forehead, lingering as you admired the idyllic image before you.

he was so gorgeous, you thought. especially when he was sleeping. and he trusted you, enough to sleep with you. not just intimately, but sleep. in the sweetest, most innocent way.

the sun seeped in through the curtains, and you traced over his skin, following the streaks of light. you felt him shudder, and for a blind second, a visual took over your mind.

you felt him shift, pulling you close before blinking a drowsy eye open. “what are you doing?”

his morning voice did unspeakable wonders to you, and you found yourself wanting to swallow his sighs and groans all over again.

“nothing,” you replied, withdrawing your hand and slipping further beneath him. “just thinking.”

you heard the hum in his chest, and you looked up at him once more. his eyes were closed now, and he started playing with your hair, twirling it around absentmindedly.

you sighed, softly, contently, a tender exhalation. he felt warm, solid and safe. you wanted to cling onto him and never let go. you wanted to keep this moment with you forever. limbs intertwined in bedsheets, breathing in his heavenly scent.

you wanted him forever, and you never wanted anything more.

i love when people say my before my name/nickname. makes me feel special

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝓓𝗈 ㅤ𝗒𝗈𝗎ㅤ 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 ㅤ𝗁𝗈𝗐 ㅤ𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 ㅤ𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 ㅤ𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 ㅤ.ᐣ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ℛ𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 ㅤ𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁ㅤ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ㅤ𝖻𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 ㅤㅤㅤ𝗈𝖿ㅤ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ㅤ𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 ㅤ𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 ㅤ𝗒𝗈𝗎 ㅤ𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅ㅤ 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ for my mal 𖹭 @softspokenpoetry

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