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#Garfield Logan X Reader
tsuvvy · 3 months
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You sighed when you were pulled back into the bed by the arms around your torso.
"C/n," You whined, "I need to get up!" You tried to pry their arms around your waist off, but it wasn't any use.
"No!" They whined back, burying their face into the crook of your neck. "It's so early.. You can stay a few more minutes, they won't care."
"I guarantee you they will," you told them, "I've been late because of you enough!"
They didn't respond. You would guess they've already fallen back asleep if it wasn't for their arms tightening around you.
"Sorry, love, but you're not going anywhere." They told you, giving the base of your neck where it connected to your shoulder a kiss.
You sighed in annoyance, "Sometimes you annoy me so much that I want to start planning our wedding, just so I can very publicly divorce you."
You felt their amused smile against your neck. You couldn't help but smile, too. You knew you had to get up, or else you'd be late for the fourth time this week. But in all honesty.. You didn't want to leave their warm embrace, just like they didn't want you to leave it either.
Oikawa Tōru, Yū Nishinoya, Leo Valdez, Percy Jackson, Connor Stoll, Sebastian Sallow, Gojo Satoru, Timothy Drake, Garfield Logan, Dick Grayson, Lloyd Garmadon, Cole, Kai and any of your faves 🫶
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angelltheninth · 8 days
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Batman, Red Hood, Nightwing, Beast Boy, Superman and Superboy + do they like it when their girlfriend is loud/vocal/moaning?
Half-half I'd say but allow me to elaborate.
Pairing: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Garfield Logan, Clark Kent, Conner Kent x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, moaning, being vocal, sensitive hearing, kissing
A/N: Me personally, if someone is screaming I will tell them to be quiet. Unless you're being stabbed there's no need to scream at me.
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BRUCE
Wants you to tell him when he's making you feel good but he's not a fan of you being too loud. Moaning and whimpering is fine with him, not screaming though. If you scream he'll get the impression he hurt you somehow, which really doesn't go well with how much he's holding back sometimes.
JASON
The louder you get the better, the harder Jason's cock will get, the more he will fuck you. Until your voice stops working in fact and all you sounds you can make become whimpers and sighs. He is a bit of a sadist you see and he wants to dominate you when you offer yourself to him, but he always has tea and honey ready for after.
DICK
Moaning is more then fine with him, dirty talk too, a lot of dirty talk and praise gets him going really well. If you get too loud he will slow down a little, and then go right back to his earlier pace and thrust his cock inside of you real hard. He wants you to be loud only when he hits that special little spot inside you that will make you squirt.
GARFIELD
With a sensitive hearing you don't need to be loud with him but you can be more then vocal when it comes to voicing your likes and dislikes to him. Loud noises make him tense up. They hurt his ears and like his instinct demand he wants to silence it, which for him means hissing at the source and pawing at it.
CLARK
Backs up the moment you get too loud for his superhearing. It took him many years to learn how to block out extra sound and only focus on what's important in the moment, but unfortunately that source is too loud for him now. Don't think this means he doesn't like you moaning but he prefers the softer moans to the loud ones.
CONNER
Expected you to get loud when you're close to your orgasm but he didn't think you would be that loud. Kisses you to silence you because your pussy is too good to give up despite his ears ringing, he ain't no quitter as you well know by now. Would appreciate it though if you were a tiny bit quieter next time.
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a1307s · 4 months
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Mating Season #1
(Garfield Logan Smut)
[Art is not mine! Credit to mothyx]
Requested by: Liviejc
Keys:
None
Word Count: 3653
Warnings and/or Pre-notes:
Biting
Scratching
Blood
Hickeys
Titty sucking
Oral (female receiving)
Breeding/pregnancy  
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     The sound of my boyfriend moving around the bed wakes me up. On instinct, I reach for Garfield. "You okay?" I ask, my fingertips brushing his bicep. 
     Recently Gar has been acting really weird. He's been super short tempered, to the point that Conner had to break up a fight between him and Bart earlier this week. Though, Conner thinks it was just Garfield being territorial instead of him being upset.  He might be right, Gar has been super clingy lately, so he probably misinterpreted Bart's behaviors. On the other hand, my boyfriend has been picking fights with everyone so I'm not sure what's going on with him.
     "Ya, I'm just warm," Garfield answers, moving closer so I can wrap my fingers around his arm. 
     He's right. His skin feels like it's boiling under my touch. About the time his anger picked up, his body temperature did too. "Maybe you should see a doctor," I say, propping myself up so I can look at Gar. 
     Garfield turns his head so he's facing me. His eyes are a bright green that stands out in the dark. His pupils are a bit slitted, reminding me of a cat. "I'm usually super warm, babe. You know, the whole 'animal kingdom' thing," Gar answers, trying to put my worries to rest.  
     "Ya, I know. You're just warmer than usual and you've been kind of moody. Maybe you're getting sick."
     "I'm not getting sick. I'm just a little warm."
     I sigh in defeat and lay back down. "We could turn down the heat," I offer, sliding my hand from Beasty's arm up to his hair. I softly twirl the ends around my fingers, soaking in the softness of it.
     "It's already at sixty-five. I don't want to make it too cold, you won't be comfortable then," He answers, eyes shut and soft purrs coming from him because of my petting. 
     "We could take the comforter off the bed and just sleep with the under-sheet."
     "Ya, but if you're too cold you won't be able to sleep," Garfield says again, opening his eyes to look at me. 
     "You're pretty much a personal heater at all times. If I get too cold, I'll just snuggle up closer," I answer, scooting over some to place a soft kiss on his forehead. 
     Gar doesn't answer so I pull off the comforter before laying back down. I snuggle up to him, laying my head on his chest and slinging my leg across the waist band of his pj  pants. It seems to help for a couple minutes, but not very long. Garfield starts shifting again, so I roll over to remove my body heat from him. He relaxes again, but again, it doesn't last long. 
     "I'm going to try a cold shower," he says, kissing my shoulder blade before getting out of bed.
     I hum in response but stay curled up in bed. It's silent for a second before Gar turns the shower on. After a couple minutes I start to think that maybe less clothing will help. With this thought, I reluctantly roll out of bed to change out of my long-sleeved shirt and fuzzy pj pants. By the time I'm changed - now in a sports bra and spandex - and back comfortable in bed, Gar is out of the shower. "Did it help?" I ask, sitting up in bed, causing the sheet to pool in my lap, and look towards the bathroom.
     "Ya," Beasty answers shortly, his eyes locked on me. "Did you change?" He asks, taking quick steps towards the bed. 
     "Yes, I did. I figured less clothing might help so maybe take off your shirt and pj bottoms before laying back down."
     Beasty hums, eyes still locked on me as he pulls his shirt off in one swift movement. He drops his bottoms, leaving him in his boxers as he crawls back in next to me. He lays down before wrapping his arms around me and tugging me closer. My mostly bare back is pressed against his chest. Gar's skin feels a lot cooler than earlier which brings a bit of relief to me. Maybe he was just a little warm. 
     I close my eyes and snuggle into him. I lay there, almost asleep, when Garfield starts moving his hands. They rest at my waist for a moment before sliding up my sides. It stirs me a bit, but not too much since I'm use to his wondering hands, especially when we cuddle. His hands slide from my sides, across the band of my bra before dipping down to my stomach. They rest there for a bit before sliding back up to my sides. "Are you going to sleep?" I ask, poking a bit of fun at my boyfriend.
     "Ya," Garfield says, his voice raspier than I thought it would be. "You just... feel really good on my skin," He adds, nuzzling his head into my neck.
     We're quite for a few minutes, the whole time I can feel his skin heating up again. "You should really see a doctor tomorrow," I whisper, moving my arm behind me to run my fingers through his hair. "Please?"
     "Fine," He whispers back, his arms tightening on me and pulling me closer. I can feel every inch of his scorching skin pressed up against me. Garfield shifts his head, gently pressing soft kisses against my neck. He makes a neat line down my neck and over my shoulder before working his way back up. Gar starts down again but rests against my jugular. He makes soft hums against my skin before gently sinking his teeth into me. He follows the line he made before, making soft nips along the way, but soon the nips turn into full out biting. He covers my neck and shoulder with teeth marks, sinking his teeth in as far as he can, causing a stinging sensation along his path. 
     "Hey, hey, hey," I yelp as Beasty starts to work over the bite marks again. "It hurts," I whine, trying to shrug him off.
     "I'm sorry," Gar whimpers, nipping into a pervious made mark, causing prickles of pain to overtake my nervous. "I can't help myself," He whines, running his tongue over the marks. This doesn't help the stinging. Garfield's hands slide back down from my sides, sliding between my legs to paw at them. "You smell so sweet," He bellows as his nails dig into the flesh of my thighs. 
     My heart skips, fear and arousal both rushing through me at Beasty's sudden roughness. In the past two years Gar has always been so gentle with me during everything. He's always so gentle when he intertwines his fingers with mine to avoid clawing me. Always careful not to accidently nick my lips with his canines when we kiss. Always only using feathery touches and making sure to go slow and gentle during sex. He has only ever once left a mark on me, and it tore him up for a month after. Beasty has never acted like this.
     My legs squeeze shut out of fearful instinct. "You're scaring me," I whisper, trying to pace my breathing.
     "Don't be scared," He mumbles into my ear, nipping at my ear lobe before continuing to add to the collection of teeth marks on my neck. Beasty's claws dig further into my thighs as he tries to spread them open. "Open your legs," He hisses. "Please," Garfield's voice softening for a second, sending a wave of relief through me before digging his teeth back into my flesh and starting the feeling of stinging pain all over again.  
     "Please," I whine, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. "You're hurting me, Gar."
     Garfield rolls onto his back, dragging himself away from me. In the process, he tears the skin of my neck where his teeth were buried and his claws tear into my thighs. Warm blood slowly trickles from the wounds. My legs shake a bit, but I can't tell if it's from fear or arousal... or both.
     "I'm sorry," Gar mutters, turning me to my other side so that I'm looking at him. His eyes are still slitted, like a predator looking at their prey and his jaw is clenched. "Did I hurt you?" He asks, running his fingertips across my thighs, causing the wounds to ache more. Garfield's eyes widen for a second before slitting more than before when his fingers come in contact with my blood. "I'm sorry," He repeats, wrapping his hands around my legs and pulling me onto his lap. 
     His body presses against me, my knees resting at his sides as the rest of me rests on his torso. The hold he has on my legs reminds me how defenseless I am against him. The thought makes me tingle, and this time I know it's both with fear and desire. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," Garfield repeats again, his eyes flickering from my face to my chest and then my pussy, back up to my eyes. "I just... you... I need... I want... I don't know what's happening," He stumbles over his words, his eyes constantly flickering over me as his hands rub up my legs, over my sides and rest on my chest. 
     He softly paws at my chest, his eyes locked there along with his hands. Garfield lets out a sigh of frustration, squeezing my boobs a lot harder than normal. "Are you horny? It's okay if you are," I say, wrapping my hands around his wrists to try and get him to loosen his grip a bit.
     "I don't know," He answers, letting go and resting his hands against my chest for a moment. Gar's eyebrows scrunch together as he thinks, his hands picking up where they left off, but his touch is softer this time. "I just... I don't know," he says, running his thumbs under the band of my bra.
     "What are you thinking about?" I hum moving my hands from my lap where they've been to run them over Gar's chest. 
     He stays quiet. I take the silence as a chance to line his chest and shoulders with soft kisses. After a couple minutes he stops me, moving his hands from my tits to my shoulders to push me back up in a sitting position. Gar places his hands back on my boobs, squeezing them hard like before as his thumbs start to work my bra up. "Take it off," He orders, glancing at my eyes before focusing on my tits again.
     "Gar-"
     "Take. It. Off," He growls, eyes glaring into mine before snapping down again. My knees squeeze his sides as my pussy tingles at his tone. Maybe I like Beasty being aggressive. "Jesus," He mumbles, sliding the rest of his fingers to the band and ripping the sports bra off of me before tossing it to the floor. The chilliness of the room hits my nipples, causing them to start hardening. "It's been making me so angry; seeing any other dude near you, let alone talking to you," Beasty says, his hands warming my chest up.
     "Is this about my disagreement with Bart the other day?"
     Once the words are out, Garfield flips us over, his weight pushing me into the mattress. My legs are sprawled out under us, and my arms wrap around his shoulders to try and steady myself. One of Gar's knees are pushed into my cunt, the other one is being used to prop himself up some. His hands are digging into the mattress on either side of my head and his eyes are glowing as they burn into me. 
     "Say his name again. Say it again, I dare you. I don't see him being able to sense your heartbeat from ten miles away. I don't see him being able to sense your smell from six miles away. And I certainly haven't seen him dipping his head between your legs every night to help you sleep," Beasty says, digging his claws further and further into the mattress after every sentence. "Do you ask Bart to pump in and out of you when you're horny? Is Bart the one you choose to spend your life with?"
     "No," I mewl out, closing my legs around his knee.
     "Keep your legs open," He orders, ripping my legs open and shoving his nails back into the claw marks he left on me. "For the past month, every time I've seen you sparring with a guy, talking to a guy, being anywhere near a guy, all I've thought about is leaving pretty little bruises all over you so that everyone could see that I'm fucking you. I don't want too. I don't like having those thoughts but they're there. And then, ever since your pretty little body started letting off your ovulation pheromones all I've thought about is putting a baby in you. Thought about filling you up, watching you walk around with my baby in you, seeing your pregnancy waddle when your tummy gets all big and round."
     "Gar-" I start but he cuts me off by bending down and taking one of my nipples into his mouth. "H... hey," I whimper, shoving my hands into his hair. He lifts his hand to paw at the breast not in his mouth. He sucks on me for a while, most definitely leaving a bruise before switching to the other side.
     When he's satisfied with himself, Gar lifts his head up to look at me. His eyes have gone soft and are no longer the predator slits from earlier. "I'm going to leave bruises on you, okay? I'm sorry. I need to. I really really need to. I need to make you hurt. I'm sorry," His words come out almost as cries. 
     "Beasty-"
     "I know. I'm sorry. I don't want to, but I need to. I don't know. It feels like... I don't know. I'm sorry," Gar says, constantly repeating himself as he rubs my hips and nuzzles the unmarked side of my neck. "I can leave. I don't want to hurt you. It's just... in me... in my veins... I feel it, right there. Right under my skin. The need to prove I touched your body. The need to put a baby in you. I can leave if you're not comfortable." Gar murmurs the last part, running his tongue across my skin and rutting his knee against my spandex. "I need it," He whispers into my skin. 
     I can feel Garfield's tears against my skin as he holds me. I move my hands to his shoulder to softly rub them, trying to help him relax as he starts marking up my neck again. He was already rough on the other side but he's being a lot harsher this time around. By the third bite mark, I can already feel the blood tricking from the new wounds caused by him. "Beasty-"
     "I'm sorry."
     "Gar-"
     "I'm really sorry."
     "Garfield," I say a little harsher, moving my hands to his hair in order to tear his mouth off of me. "Beasty... I think you're in heat," I say, trying to ignore the increasing pressure building in my groin from the friction happening between my legs.
     "Ya, sure, whatever," he says, pulling my hand out of his hair and attaching himself to the first thing he can get his mouth on. His mouth works down my shoulder, across my collarbones and down my chest. He leaves hickies and bite marks the whole way down. 
     "Gar," I moan out, trying to get his attention but reacting to his tongue running just above the waist band of my spandex instead. "Garfield, please stop," I whimper, tugging on his hair again.
     He does listen, stopping the movement of his mouth and his knee. I'm left a bit sad from the loss of frication against my pussy, but he is just doing what I asked. "I'm sorry," he says again, his hands rubbing my inner thighs, spreading the blood that's been left there. His eyes are back to being slit but they're red and puffy now.
     "Baby," I say, softly taking his face in my heads. I force him to look at me as I rub circles on his cheeks. "I think you're in heat," I repeat, giving him a second to register what I'm saying.
     "Oh... oh! Oh, ya. That... would make a lot of sense," Beasty says, gently running his fingertips over my clothed pussy. "Though, technically it would be called 'rut' cause I'm a dude," he says, watching my legs close around his arm. "I really want to put a baby in you."
     "You... you really can't put a baby in me," I breath out, leaning my head back and shutting my eyes to soak in Gar's touch. 
     "But I really can," he says, using his free hand to pull my legs open again. Beasty dips his head down, going to leave hickies and more markings across my thighs. "Let me put a baby in you. Please?"
     "No... no baby, Beasty," I whimper, my legs starting to shake from the stimulation and the pain starting to gather from the new and old marks. 
     "Please?" He asks again, wrapping his fingers around the bottom of my spandex, starting to pull them down. Once he gets them off of me, he starts licking over the newly exposed skin, leaving my pussy untouched. 
     He teases me, running his tongue and mouth close to my cunt but not close enough to continue the stimulation I want. "Stop teasing," I beg, trying to unwrap his arms from my legs.
     "Let me put a baby in you and I'll stop teasing," Garfield comments, slowly running his tongue through my folds before lifting his head up to leave bruises along my hips. I whine, getting a retaliation of his claws digging into my legs again.  "I'm going to fill you up by the end of my mating season so you might as well let me now."
     "Gar... please... you... you can fill me up all you want after... after my ovulation, okay? Stop teasing. You're bruising every... every inch of my skin. The least you can do is... is make me feel good." 
     He hums, thinking over my words for a second before ducking in between my thighs. His tongue slithers over my clit a couple times before he latches on it. The feeling mixed with the sound of Garfield suckling on me fills my head. My fingers tangle in his hair, pushing his head further as I grind against his tongue. 
     Beasty continues for a few minutes until I come unraveled on his tongue. He stays down there, slurping up my juices before popping his head up to look at me. "I want to cum in you," he says, wiggling two of his fingers into me. 
     "You can't," I say, shifting around to try and get his fingers deeper in me. 
     "Please? We can get the Morning After Pill tomorrow," he says, pretty much begging before he sinks his teeth into my stomach to mark me up even more.
     "Fine... fine...," I mumble, using his hair to pull him up my body. 
     He smiles up at me, nipping at my breasts as he pulls his dick out of his boxers. "Say it," Gar orders, poking his tip in and out of me. 
     "What?" I ask, digging my nails into his back as I try to pull him forward so I can feel more of him in me.
     "Say you want me to fill your pussy," Beasty says, working his way from my breasts back up to my neck. "Say you want me to try to put a baby in you."
     "Please fuck me, Garfield. Please fill my pussy," I whine, finally winning at my tug-of-war. Gar sinks into me, wasting no time to bottom out. 
     "Good," He murmurs against my skin, bring his hands up my body to pin my wrists down. His thrusts are fast, and hard, the complete opposite of what I'm use too. It doesn't take many thrusts before my hips start to hurt. "I'm going to put a baby in you," Gar whispers into my ear, his claws digging into me as he recks my hips. "You're going to get a nice big belly and a cute little waddle. Your titties are going to swell up and get big and heavy. Then, as soon as possible, I'll fuck another baby into you.  Over and over again until I give you a nice big litter."
     "I don't want a baby," I whine, trying to pull my wrists out from his grasp. 
     I can feel Gar's smile against my ear. "I know baby... I know... It'll be okay." I whine from under him, wrapping my legs around his waist as his thrusts get sloppy. As I'm getting closer, the walls of my cunt tighten around him, not helping the sloppiness he's already experiencing. "For someone that doesn't want a baby, your pussy is trying awfully hard to milk me," He teases, sinking his teeth into my neck again. Beasty thrusts a couple more times before he buries himself in me as deep as possible. His teeth dig deeper, breaking my skin again, as he bottoms out.
     Garfield slumps over, laying on top of me as he falls off his high. His hands are heavy as they slip on to my hips. Our bodies stick together from a mix of sweat and cum. The room is quiet for a couple minutes, nothing but our heavy breathing to fill the room. "I'm going to fuck you again," Beasty says, slipping his hands down my legs to wrap them around his torso again. 
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sundrop-writes · 3 months
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Missing You
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Gar Logan x Fem!Reader x Jason Todd
Summary:
Gar misses his two best friends. When he calls the two of you, he certainly doesn’t expect to find you in such a… compromising situation.
Gar Logan x Fem!Reader x Jason Todd. Accidental Voyeurism. Smut. Canon Divergent AU of Season 2.
Word Count: 2,800
DC Titans Masterlist | AO3 Link
THIS IS A RE-POST. This is a fic from my old blog (a blog that was shadowbanned, forcing me to move). This fic is not stolen, it is completely mine, and I am just re-posting it to help people find my new blog, and to make my masterlist complete when I post new fics for this fandom.
Detailed warnings and author’s notes below the cut.
Warnings: there is a lot of Gar/Jason (emotionally and sexually), dubious consent - Gar listens to the reader and Jason having sex without their consent (but they don’t mind when they do find out), invasion of privacy (but again, they don’t mind it), would this be considered eavesdropping?, accidental voyeurism (and then on purpose voyeurism), Gar masturbates while listening to Jason and the reader have sex over a FaceTime call but Jason and the reader don’t know Gar is listening, Gar feels slightly guilty about being horny in this situation, lots of dirty talk, Jason is more dominant, reader is definitely submissive, Gar is (slightly?) submissive (though he is not ‘involved’ for most of the sex act), the reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina (though she is not really the ‘center’ of this fic), Jason has a filthy mouth, p in v sex (between Jason and reader) - actually protected sex this time (which is a surprise for my fics) (it’s my headcanon that Jason is a big proponent for condoms/safe sex), degradation kink (towards the reader), terms used to describe the reader: slutty/slut, cocksleeve, hole, fucktoy/toy, cumdump, good girl; slightly possessive Jason (but it’s clear that he doesn’t mind sharing with Gar), spanking (very light, no severe pain kink) - mention of clit spanking, mention of orgasm restriction, mentions of sexting/sending nudes. I believe that’s everything.
A/N: This is a repost. Again, to complete my Titans Masterlist on this blog. I did some tweaking to it, but it is still mostly the same. So if you have read it before, I hope you enjoy it. And if it’s your first time reading it, I hope you like it again.
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The concept of butt-dailing was something that still mystified Gar. 
He understood why it was a thing in the 2000s, sure. A time when people’s phones still had tactile buttons on them, when you could sit on your phone in your back pocket and start pressing things by accident. But these days? Why was the term even still used? 
How can you call someone by accident? How can you have an entire phone conversation with someone by mistake? 
On that day, it hadn’t been Jason that called him - no, Gar was the one calling Jason. 
Gar hated to admit it, but he was fucking lonely. He had a soft heart and if he went too long without talking to his friends, without hearing their laughter, then he wilted like an unwatered plant. It wasn’t something that he ever said aloud, but it was something that was very easy to tell for the people who were closest to him. 
So Jason had taken to calling him on a regular basis. And ironically, because of it, the two had actually grown a lot closer in the Robin’s absence. 
Their friendship bloomed because of the long, late-night phone calls where Jason’s tired voice mumbled things to Gar as he fell asleep, admitting things about his past and the pain he sometimes felt that he never would have told anyone else. And they often spent hours on Discord calls as they kicked ass together playing COD or some other stupid game like Mount Your Friends. Even though on that day the Tower was practically empty, Gar found himself missing Jason the most. 
Ever since you had gone to Gotham to visit Jason, Gar’s other closest friend abandoning him, Gar had practically gone mad with loneliness. Rachel was off on a ‘girls trip’ with Donna, Dawn, and Kory, and Dick was attending some kind of ‘League’ business. Hank was leading a ‘be a better you’ sobriety seminar in another city, and Gar still found himself feeling like an outsider when hanging out with Rose and Jericho. 
So where did that leave him? 
Alone in his room, sprawled out on his bed. 
He had thumbed over Jason’s contact in his phone several times before he actually decided to put in his earbuds and give the guy a call. Surely his best friend wouldn’t consider him needy after the three hour long timestamps on their other calls. If Jason was busy, Gar could simply find something else to entertain himself. He could probably best his Resident Evil speedruns. Again. 
But selfishly, he was hoping Jason would pick up and talk to him for a while. Maybe you would be lounging around with Jason and he would get to talk to the both of you. That would be really nice. 
When the FaceTime call was answered on the other end, the screen was dark. Gar thought for a moment that Jason was just busy - that he was pressing his phone to his chest until he could get into another room to take the call. But for a few moments, all he heard was deep breathing, some grunting. The sound of Jason training? 
He was definitely inside Jason’s pocket. 
See, Jason hadn’t even noticed the incoming call. He had his phone on silent, and he had answered it completely by mistake. Turns out, the rapid, rhythmic thrusting of his hips had somehow successfully pressed the ‘answer’ button, even with the phone shoved deep in his back pocket. 
And Jason wasn’t really in a position to have a friendly, ‘let’s chat about COD’ video chat with his best friend. 
He was balls-deep inside of you. With his thick, hard cock out through the zipper of his pants with his phone still inside of his back pocket. He was thrusting into you where you were face down on his bed, on your knees exactly how he wanted you. 
It was a huge part of the reason you had come to visit him. The two of you had been fooling around for as long as you had known each other, and you couldn’t seem to go for very long without fucking the other person. It brought you both relief from your stressful vigilante lifestyle, and it was the best sex either of you ever had. Not that any of your friends knew that you had a ‘thing’ going on, of course. 
Gar was about to hang up the call, believing that he had caught Jason at a bad time and realizing that the guy didn’t even know his phone was on. But he froze completely still when he heard it. 
“Fuck, babe, take my cock.” Jason groaned, his voice absolutely thick with sex. “Fucking take it.” 
It was something that instantly made Gar tremble, made blood rush to his cock as he heard his friend’s voice in a way that he never had before. The sound was rough in his headphones, distant and not nearly as pure as it would have been in person. But it made Gar’s blood run hot in seconds, made him so turned on so quickly that he became dizzy. 
Gar’s hand itched to reach down and grip his cock through his pants, but he knew that he shouldn’t. He knew it was wrong. He should just hang up the call and hope that Jason never saw it in his call history. The longer he stayed there and listened, the more suspicious the timestamp would look in the call history if Jason ever saw it. 
But Gar was frozen in his tracks when he heard something that absolutely made his head spin. 
“Yes!” It was your voice. “Fuck, I fucking love your cock. I’m just a slutty little cocksleeve for you, Jay!” 
High pitched and needy, moaning out - it was you. You, screaming those entirely pornographic words, followed by a deep grunt from Jason. 
Gar let out a sharp breath. It hadn’t occurred to him who Jason might be fucking. Or that he was fucking someone at all, and that he wasn’t just alone, fucking his own hand. 
Gar almost couldn’t believe that this was happening. The two people that he had been attracted to for so long now, playing out an epic sex fantasy for his own ears. He knew that it was so horribly wrong, but he probably wouldn’t have hung up the call if someone had pointed a gun to his head. 
“Yeah, you are.” Jason replied, his voice slightly obscured from the phone being in his pocket. “You’re my perfect slut. Such a good fucktoy, aren’t you, Y/N?” 
Jason saying your name with such a deep, possessive need, paired with the way he spoke so confidentially - it forced Gar to imagine how long the two of you had been in a relationship like this. How long the two of you had been playing around behind everyone’s backs to know each other’s kinks so well without crossing any boundaries. Even with his brain so lust-clouded, his thoughts flashed through all of the times you and Jason had snuck off together, or made lame excuses to go to bed early when Jason had still been living at the Tower. 
Gar was upset that he hadn’t found out about this sooner. His brain conjured up a fantasy of him sneaking into Jason’s room late at night, and seeing you on your knees for his best friend. He easily imagined Jason inviting him to stay, telling Gar what a slut you were, how much you would love to have two guys at once. Him and Jason passing you around, your wetness making both of their cocks shine. If you were the ‘fucktoy’ that he claimed you to be, it probably wouldn’t be that far from reality. 
There was a wet, slapping sound - Jason fucking into you harder as you moaned and struggled for breath. 
Gar’s cock pulsed with need. 
Something in the back of his brain screamed that it was wrong and that he needed to hang up, but his cock screamed louder. So he untied the string of his pants with haste and racked them down over his aching balls. Just to be safe, he muted his end of the call so that Jason wouldn’t hear any noises he made. 
(If he had been thinking a bit clearer, he would have realized that any noise he made, especially echoing into Jason’s back pocket, would have simply gotten lost in the haze of sweat and sex that the two of you were making in Jason’s bedroom. But - better safe than sorry, right?) 
In his mind, muting the call seemed even more reasonable when he let out a deep moan the second he took his hard dick into his hand. More beautiful sounds from you and Jason came in through his headphones as he began to jerk himself off. 
“Fucking love how you take my cock, fucking love how this slutty pussy gets so wet for me.”
Jason’s dirty mouth continued as Gar’s hand started a steady rhythm. Gar was already leaking precum that easily slicked him up - he was absolutely dizzy at the sound of Jason’s sex-graveled voice. 
“Just a fucking hole for me to cum in.” Jason growled. “You love it, don’t you? You love being my fucking toy. My fucking cumdump.” 
The pure filth coming out of Jason’s mouth surprised Gar, just as much as his own reaction did. The way his dick jumped in his hand and his lungs released a moan, his tip leaking even more precum at the words. He had no fucking idea that you and Jason were so dirty, that you liked being… degraded so much. Because clearly you loved it, with the wailing moan that you echoed back in response. 
“I love it!” You told Jason, your tone desperate and breathy, worn with sex. “I love being your cumdump. I’m just a hole for you to use!” 
Gar tried to imagine what the two of you might look like in that moment. Were you on your back, your legs spread wide for Jason? Were you completely naked with your tits swaying with his every thrust? Were you on your hands and knees, ass out like a bitch in heat for Jason? 
Gar pumped his cock faster at the thought, his precum making it sound absolutely slick, unrestrained grunts coming from his parted lips as he continued to listen you and Jason fuck. He would feel guilty for this later, but right now, he was absolutely dizzy with lust and needed to hear more. 
“You gonna cum on my cock, slut?” Jason’s voice was sharp, demanding. 
It sounded like Jason was holding back the urge to cum himself and he needed you to get there first. There was a sharp sound - skin hitting skin, higher in pitch and less muffled than the constant pounding of Jason into your cunt. Jason had spanked you. Gar’s orgasm swelled in his belly as he imagined Jason’s hand coming down against your skin, making the fat of your ass bounce or - fuck, Jason’s hand blooming against your wet clit. (Gar hated that he would never know which it actually was.) 
“Be a good girl. Cum for me.” Jason demanded, throat strangling his voice as he drowned in his own arousal. 
And just like that, you dissolved into a fury of sounds. Gar caught you chanting ‘I’m a hole! I’m a hole! I’m a hole!’ as though it was the only thing on your mind, increasing in volume as your orgasm overtook you, but it was muffled after a moment and Gar heard Jason grunt the words ‘shut up’ in the most sharp, dangerous voice he had ever heard from his best friend. 
Gar’s mind was immediately struck with the picture of Jason’s hand on the back of your head, shoving you into the bed to quiet your whorish moaning, and this was what sent him over the edge. His stomach curled so hard that it practically made him nauseous, his body drawing up off the bed as he pumped his cock hard and fast. He pumped himself dry as cum splashed up over his (thankfully) naked stomach and dirtied him in hot, white waves. 
Gar’s body was still trembling when he heard Jason rattle out a shuddering moan, a sure sign that he was cumming too. 
Gar should have rushed to end the call. 
But it seemed impossible to move at this point - his bones were practically made out of jelly from the intensity of his orgasm. The hand holding the phone had dropped it against his chest, the sound still coming in clear from his earbuds. He was desperate to catch his breath, and his cum still warm against his stomach when he heard it. 
There was a shifting, a rustling sound - fuck, Jason was taking his phone out of his pocket. 
Gar panicked. 
But his orgasm had been so spectacular that it had knocked all the sense out of him, including his usually good reflexes, so he was slow to pick his phone back up. When he did, his heart jumped in his chest when he found Jason staring at him, wearing a wide smirk. 
In the time it had taken Gar to recover, Jason had taken his phone out - with the original purpose to check the time. Alfred always had a very specific time for dinner, and always became cranky if anyone was late. Jason certainly didn’t need anyone to come looking for you and him, seeing the compromising position that you found yourselves in. 
Jason was surprised when he found the call with Gar going. And once he had checked the timestamp on the still ongoing call, he immediately knew what had happened. 
“Did you enjoy the show?” Jason said, his voice slightly rough from the sex, but entirely confident, unshaken. 
“Uh - I - I -” Gar stuttered. 
When Jason saw his lips moving and didn’t hear any sound, he quickly spoke up. 
“Unmute the call, dickhead.” Jason told him, giving a small chuckle with the offensive, affectionate nickname. 
Right. Gar had muted it to participate in his perverted voyeurism. 
As Gar reached up to find the button, he realized his hand was still covered in cum. 
Jason licked his lips as he saw substance smeared all over Gar’s palm and saw his friend reaching for tissues off to the side. As Gar raced to clean off his hand, you appeared behind Jason’s shoulder in the frame of the call. You were wearing a bra, your skin slightly slicked with sweat and tear tracks coming off the side of your eyes - clearly from pleasure and not from pain. 
“You had Gar on a FaceTime call?” Your tone was a breathy giggle, clearly not at all upset at the idea that your friend had been listening in on you being fucked and called degrading names. “Kinky. Did you call him while you were putting the condom on?” 
Gar unmuted the call with his now clean(er) hand, but waited in silence for you and Jason to finish your conversation. He was surprised that you didn’t seem to care; that you seemed to think it was some kind of pre-planned kink that Jason had executed. Gar’s stomach twisted at the thought of it, that you and Jason had discussed inviting another person into your sex life and you were more than okay with it being Gar. 
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” Jason told you. “Go get cleaned up for dinner.” 
You simply nodded, and leaned in to give Jason a kiss - a soft, gentle sight that was entirely arousing in contrast to the rough, filthy sex that Gar knew the two of you just had. It was even more arousing when you walked out of frame and Gar heard another spank to your bare skin (clearly you weren’t wearing bottoms) - and heard you let out a delighted squeak in response. 
“Look, I can explain-” Gar began his groveling, but Jason quickly cut him off. 
“Quiet.” Jason said, his tone taking on a kind of authority that made Gar’s stomach jump. “Next time this happens, we get to watch you cum, or you don’t get to cum at all. Got it?” 
Gar’s cock was quickly filling with blood again at Jason speaking to him this way, so boldly, making sexual demands over his body. His mouth was dry and lost for words so he simply nodded in response. He opened his mouth to attempt to speak - to apologize, to ask for clarity, to ask Jason when ‘the next time’ would be. 
But now that Jason had Gar’s simple affirmation, he hung up the call. 
Gar - unable to help himself - stretched an arm out and took a picture of his half hard cock and his shirtless body, still covered in his cum. He hesitated to send it, though. After a long mental debate in the shower, it came back to his phone sitting on his nightstand, and sent it to Jason with a caption that read ‘I really did enjoy the show’. 
It pinged Jason’s phone when he was sitting at the dinner table with you and Bruce. And as he looked at it under the table, he choked on his peas.
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sunflower-rainbow · 4 months
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Garfield *about to confess his undying love and devotion*: Y/N, I need to get something off my chest.
Y/N *very much in love too, but also horny af*: Please say it’s your shirt.
Credits.
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arkhamknightz · 7 months
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masterlist!! - a quick look at all of my work :)
spiderman!
super cafe! - tasm!peter
in sickness, and in health - tasm!peter , till death do us part
ghost of you - tasm!peter
to love someone else - tasm!peter
dc universe
lacy - dick grayson
when wally falls in love - wally west
masters of the air
sunday, monday or always - bucky egan
criminal minds
tolerate it - spencer reid , closure pt. 2
exile - spencer reid
andrew garfield!
love grows
crush culture , part 2.
sleepy baby!
steve harrington
bullshit.
i didnt mean it
joe keery
love songs about you
matt murdock
cruel summer
walter mckey
cant stand it
evan peters
labyrinth
delicate
miscellaneous !
dustin henderson - replacement
eddie munson - revealed insecurities
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tenpintsofsundrop · 10 months
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Stop? (Baby, Don't Stop)
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Sub!Gar Logan x Dom!Fem!Reader Smut Blurb
Concept: Gar can't say no to you. But he can't bring himself to see that as a problem.
Word Count: 1,800
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Warnings: spoilers for Titans S1, S2, and S3 if you haven’t seen the show before and want to watch it unspoiled, this is set during S3 when the Titans are staying at Wayne Manor, passing mentions of Gar’s trauma (him being killed during Trigon, him being kidnapped by Cadmus, his parents’ death), dom/sub dynamics - Gar is more submissive and the reader is more dominant, the reader calls Gar ‘baby boy’, the reader and Gar have an implied pre-established relationship, Gar (kind of) goes into subspace but it’s not explicitly mentioned or described as such, the reader has a vagina, penis in vagina sex, the reader rides Gar, overstimulation - the reader rides Gar through his orgasm and overstimulates him, possibly dubcon - the reader oversimulates Gar when he is not expecting it and he’s in a murky headspace but he does enjoy it and it’s stated in the narrative that he does not want it to stop (hence, the title), finger sucking (Gar sucks on the reader’s finger), unprotected sex, sloppy sex, hopefully that is everything. Just know that this is in line with my usual brand of filth.
A/N: One of my favourite smut tropes (kinks?) is riding a guy through his orgasm and overstimulating him - vastly underutilized. And I randomly got thinking about this + Gar this morning, so have this. I missed my green haired boyfriend, so there will definitely be more smut with him coming soon (I am thinking some stuff with virgin!Gar maybe? let me know what you think of that idea lmao)
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Gar was someone who had experienced a lot of hardship in his life. 
His parents dying when he was still so young, him suddenly having a set of metahuman powers that he wasn’t prepared for - powers that he was kind of terrified of and definitely didn’t know how to use responsibly. Him literally being murdered by his dearest friends while they were under mind control, and then being brought back again and having to heal from the mental and physical injuries. The severe medical torture and resulting mental shitshow that Cadmus had put him through. 
It was a lot to have to push down during everyday life, having to pretend he was okay - having to put up a front for everyone else when they simply assumed that he was. 
But there were a lot of times when he could forget about all that. Times when he wasn’t actively suppressing his trauma because you made things okay - because you distracted him in the absolute best ways. Times when he thought that literally everything in life was just perfect. And most of those times were when you were on top of him like this. 
He would consider this nothing short of literal heaven. 
The feeling of your sweet, wet cunt clenching down on him as he laid flat on his back, splayed out on one of the many luxurious beds of Wayne Manor. 
(“You need to relax.” You had told him, taking him by the hand and dragging him into the random bedroom. “You’re worrying way too much about everyone else right now. Someone needs to take care of you.”) 
And while he had not at all put up any physical resistance against you, pliant under your touch as usual, that conversation had originally started out as him protesting against your thesis. He had told you that: no, he was worrying just the right amount about everyone else, that they needed him. But his protests had quickly died down when you shoved him back onto the bed and drowned out his voice with your tongue. 
Gar always had a very hard time saying no to you. 
He wasn’t sure if it was selfishly motivated. From the outside looking in, others probably say that it was. Considering that he was a guy, and you were just as horny as him - he never felt the need to say no to you. Especially considering the fact that he had never felt a greater sensation than that of your wet pussy surrounding his cock. 
And usually with the promise of that dangling over his head, you had gotten him to do a great number of compromising things, both minuscule and potentially life changing. Or perhaps it was because you were the sweetest little vixen that had captured his heart. And any time you batted your eyes and asked him to do something in that sweet voice, you might as well have been casting a spell on him. 
And he knew that it wasn’t just a weak spot he had for you. 
You had worked that magic on Conner and Jason before. Gar was actively working under the firm belief that if you simply approached Jason and asked him to stop killing people nicely please, then he would take off the Red Hood mask and surrender himself politely, no questions asked. 
But all of that was the farthest thing from his mind as you bounced on his cock. 
With your hands sitting on his shoulders, your nails digging into his bare skin. His shirt had been lost at some point while his pants were shucked off around his ankles and caught up against his shoes. But he could barely even focus on his lack of nakedness or your own because he was obsessively caught in the feeling of your cunt warmly hugging around his hard cock. 
Though he was slightly wishing that your shirt was off, but far too pussy drunk to simply reach out and lift it off so he could enjoy the sway of your tits in his face without obstruction. 
You were a perfect wet vice around him, leaking wetness down over his heavy balls and smearing it up over his stomach as you bounced. And all Gar could really do was take a gentle hold on your hips and appreciate the ride. His face was absolutely knit with pleasure in a way that made you giggle with delight, watching his almost caveman-like expression of tight brows and a heavy set jaw as he stared at the place where you were joined with utterly intense concentration. 
You had never seen a prettier man in all your days - those big brown eyes entirely rapt with pleasure, soft lips and a glisten of sweat across his skin that made you even more intent on ruining him. 
“You gonna cum for me, baby boy?” Your voice laced around the words, breathy yet so commanding, so strong, holding the power over him as you always did. 
It was enough to send a rumble through Gar’s chest, a sharp echo of pleasure from your words. 
That was the sacred question. 
Of course, Gar never wanted it to end. Ultimately, he just wanted to stay like this forever - buried deep in your sweet cunt, feeling that intense warmth hugging him, having your perfect scent surrounding him and having every worry in the world pushed out of his brain. 
But he did feel all the telltale signs - that almost painful tingle in his balls and that deep twisting in his gut that told him it was going to he over too soon. He was going to cum for you, just like he always did. 
All he could gather in response was a choked off grunt. But you knew his language well enough by now - you knew him when he was swimming this deep in pleasure, and you certainly didn’t need words. You knew it just by the expression on his face, the growing look of tight-knit desperation, the gentle whimpers that began to escape his lips. 
Something so enticing that it caused you to run a thumb along his bottom lip, finding the curve of his mouth to be all too pretty when he let out those sweet little sounds. Naturally, he drew the digit inside and began sucking on it, enjoying the tang of your natural skin oils, something that only pushed him closer to the edge. 
Feeling that that sharp whine punched out of his chest, vibrating around your finger only caused you to double down. You bucked your hips harder, riding him with an almost vengeful kick, as though you were trying to push his entire body down through the bed. It was something that caused a loud, pornographic wet smacking to echo through the room - a blatant signal to anyone walking by that the two of you were going at it like rabbits. 
If Gar had any sense left between his ears, he would have been thankful for it being such a large house. He would have been thankful for some sense of privacy. 
Instead, he was totally brainless as the feeling of orgasm overtook his body. His mouth went wide around your thumb as he released a litany of almost pathetic moans and whimpers and he arched back into the bed, a pure exorcism of pleasure overtaking him. He mindlessly endowed his animal strength onto you - digging his fingers into your hips and forcing you down onto his cock for a few moments, forcing you to still on top of him as he shot his load of hot cum inside of you. 
This caused a few hot moans from your lips, nothing but pure enjoyment as you watched the radical pleasure rock him. 
It was such an intense orgasm that it made his muscles seize and jump, it easily made his balls ache. By the time his cock had spurted those last bits of cum into you, he thought that his dick would willfully go limp and fall out of you, being just as tired as he was as he collapsed back onto the bed. But he was still semi-hard and throbbing inside your pussy, tingling with overstimulation as you unconsciously clenched around him. 
You leaned down to his panting lips, sealing him in a hot kiss. 
Gar let out a strangled shriek when you began bouncing your hips again. 
A shockwave of hot pin needles flew up his body from the point where you were joined, erratic hot overstimulation overtaking him. His cock forcefully filled with blood again as you clenched down on him harder. Clearly, you were gaining some thrill out of feeling the extra slickness of his cum sliding between the two of you, out of hearing just how wet your thrusts were now. 
Gar let out another sharp whine and moved his very limp hands back to your hips. In his mind, it was an attempt to shove you off him, to take a fucking breath. But his fingers only dug into your flesh harder and pulled you down onto his cock with force when he felt a particular hot streak of pleasure flare up through his gut. It was almost against his will - but your pussy was just too fucking good. 
“Too much.” He moaned out weakly, a hot puff against your lips, the first thing he had said in an hour of more. “‘s too much.” 
You found the way he slurred the words to be entirely adorable - as though he was quite literally drunk on your pussy. The wide gape of his mouth, trying to draw in breath as you continued to punch it out of him, and the tears pricking the edges of his eyes only made it more beautiful. 
“Do you want me to stop?” You asked, slightly breathless yourself. 
You continued to slam your hips down on his cock, over and over again planting yourself in that filthy puddle of your mixed cum. 
It was a traitorous question. 
It was too much of a strain on his body, but it was everything he wanted. He was breathless and brainless and nothing else in the world existed except for your wet cunt squeezing his aching cock, your natural smell filling the world around him, the hot press of your tits against his chest. 
The word ‘stop’ didn’t seem to be in his vocabulary. 
He let out a strained choking sound, and found himself unconsciously bucking up into you - he found himself enjoying the painful sting that ran through him. Tears leaked from his eyes, and when you reached up to wipe them away, you gave him one last thoughtful sentiment. 
“Tell me to stop and I will.” You whispered quietly against his cheek. 
But it seemed that you already knew what his answer would be. 
Gar put a hand on your back, cradling you close, shoving his face in your neck and breathing in that perfect aroma of your sweat. 
Stop? 
You ground your hips down into him, creating nothing but a filthy wet ache. He choked on a moan and found himself holding you still once again so he could fuck up into you harder. 
“Please.” He moaned weakly against your skin. “Please, don’t stop.”
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yandereteentitans · 2 years
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Garfield: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response. Y/n: Wow. They sound stupid. Garfield: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense. Y/n: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!” Garfield: I guess you’re right. Hey Y/n, I love you. Y/n: See! Just say that! Garfield: Holy fucking shit. Y/n: If that flies over their head then, sorry Garfield, but they're too dumb for you. Garfield: Y/n.
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hanluex · 1 year
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♡ MIDNIGHT HAIRSTYLIST — GAR LOGAN
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gar x gn!reader | wc : 0.1k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship, domestic fluff, comfort
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"do you even know what you are doing?"
you asked, stifling your laughs as you watched your boyfriend from the mirror in front of you.
garfield logan sat on the edge of the bed, a pile of bows and hair ties on his lap. you could only laugh as he messed around, adding all sorts of accessories to your hair.
"hey, hey," he grumbled, frowning playfully. "you can't rush perfection, okay?"
"gar, i don’t know what you mean by perfection..." you took a breath, shaking your head. "… but this is far from it."
"is it really that bad?"
"babe, my hair literally looks like a bow store."
you turned to face your boyfriend, the two of you bursting into laughter as you made eye contact.
the green-haired male rolled his eyes. "fine, then. do your own hair, i guess." he watched you as you took off the accessories.
you were all giggles as you removed the bows from your hair, oblivious to the heart eyes and endearing smile your boyfriend had as he looked at you.
and in that moment, he knew. heck, you were just taking out the thousand bows he put in your hair, but he knew. and he wanted to let you know.
"hey, y/n."
"yeah?" his serious tone gained your attention immediately. "what’s up?"
"i love you. so very much, i do."
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Masterlist:
DC:
Batfam:
Headcanons:
Yandere Batfam x neglected reader, (platonic), 8639 words, GN reader
Damian Wayne:
One-shots:
Yandere Damian Wayne with Tim's best friend pt. 1, 10k+ words, GN reader
Yandere Damian Wayne with Tim's best friend pt. 2, 4834 words, GN reader - (Requested)
Yandere Damian Wayne with Teen Titans/Black Canary's sidekick reader, 11k+ words, GN reader - (Requested)
Headcanons:
Yandere Damian Wayne if his beloved escapes, 1460 words, GN reader
Cute things that Damian does for his beloved, 1094 words, GN reader
Damian with a league of assassins reader, 3468 words, GN reader
Damian Wayne x thief reader with Kitty Pryde powers, 4181 words, GN reader - (Requested)
Yandere Damian Wayne x Alien Leader reader, 2636 words, GN reader - (Requested)
Damian Wayne x reader with Ice Powers, 3829 words, GN reader - (requested)
Tsundere Damian Wayne x Reader, 5654 words, GN reader - (requested)
Yandere! Damian Wayne x Cinnamon roll! Reader, 2257 words, GN reader - (Requested)
Platonic! Yandere! Batman! Damian! x Robin! reader, 5604 words, GN reader - (Requested)
Dick Grayson/Nightwing:
Headcanons:
Yandere Dick Grayson X reader, 3236 words, GN reader
Jon Kent/Superboy:
Headcanons:
Soulmate! Yandere! Jon Kent x reader, 4719 words, GN reader
Garfield Logan/Beast Boy:
Headcanons:
Beast Boy/Garfield Logan x reader with Ice Powers, 3829 words, GN reader - (requested)
Patrick O'Brien/Plastic man:
Headcanons:
Yandere! Plastic Man x reader, 1895 words, GN reader - (requested)
X-men:
Kurt Wagner:
Headcanons:
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6rookie-writer0110 · 1 month
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The moonlight
Garfield Logan x Male Reader
Request: Garfield Logan x male magical reader basically Wanda, reader spoiling Gar cause let’s be honest he deserves it
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You have been dating Garfield for almost a year now. You and Garfield have strong feelings for each other and are always affectionate to each other.
Right now, you are training and you are using your magic, to hit the dummies. Garfield walks in with snacks and he is smiling at you.
“I come in peace” Garfield smiled.
“Hey babe” You smiled.
He gave you a peck on the lips.
“How was the training?” Garfield asked.
“Good. My magic is getting stronger and I learned new spells” You said.
“That’s good. I was thinking we would do something together” Garfield said.
“Sure, we can do something,” You said.
You used your magic to clean yourself and change your clothes.
“So handsome” Garfield smiled.
“So are you, babe” you smiled.
—-
You and Garfield go to the mall together. He is holding your hands then you and him go inside a store. You grabbed a few things and he tries on a leather jacket you helped him pick out new shorts and shirts. You paid for everything and he isn't used to it, someone spending a lot of money on him.
“You really didn't have to buy everything,” Garfield said.
“I know but I wanted to,” You said.
He kissed you on the lips. Then you and Garfield go to another store and he helped you decide what to buy.
Much later, you and Garfield went to a see movie. He put his arm around you and you lay your head on his chest. Then you feed him popcorn and he can't stop smiling at you.
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
It's valentines Day… you surprised him with gifts and chocolates. He wrapped his arms around you and you start to kiss him. You and Garfield can't stop smiling at each other, then you touch his hair. He has on the leather jacket that you bought for him at the mall.
“Thanks for the gifts. I always used to hate Valentine's Day then you came along” Garfield said.
He feeds you chocolate. He takes out the plush bears from the bag and the card then gave it to you. It's two bears with one heart and a cute Valentine's Day card.
“For my handsome and smart boyfriend,” Garfield said.
“Here are your gifts,” You said.
He starts to open his gifts and he likes them. Then he put his hands on your face and he starts to kiss you.
“Do you remember how we met?” Garfield asked.
“I do remember. You faked being rich to impress me then you saved me from Bane” You said.
“I’m glad I did that. I wouldn't have changed anything, because I'm happy that you gave me a second chance to show you the real me” Garfield smiled.
You feed him a piece of chocolate and he likes it.
“I got one more gift for you,” You said.
“What is it?” Garfield asked.
You take out a promise ring and put it on his finger.
“It's a promise ring and an engagement ring. A promise never to leave your side and whenever you need me I will be there” You said.
He leans in and kissed you on the lips.
“No matter what happens, I will never leave your side Y/n. I care about you a lot and I don't want to lose you” Garfield smiled.
Later, you and Garfield cuddle in bed to watch a movie together, and you are the bid spoon. He puts his hand on top of your hand.
—-
You used your magic to take Garfield to take him to Australia. You and Garfield got tired of the cold, then you surprised him with a trip.
“I always wanted to go to Australia and pet koalas!” Garfield smiled.
“Wow, you seem really excited about it. Let's go to the beach first then we go pet koalas?” You said.
“Sounds like a good plan, babe,” Garfield said.
You and Garfield are staying at a hotel and then started to get ready. At the beach, Garfield is smiling because you stop touching his chest
“Babe, I got enough sunscreen,” Garfield said.
“Just making sure,” You said.
He did put sunscreen on your chest. You are having fun with Garfield at the beach and he is making you laugh.
Much later… you and Garfield went to see Koloas and pet them. You did take a few pictures with him holding koalas. Garfield can't stop smiling then he turned into a koala then he got on your arm and you took a picture of him.
“Cute” You smiled.
Later he transforms back into himself. Then you and Garfield went to get something to eat.
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rc-writes · 10 months
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Hiiiii, I like the design of your blog ✨
I don't know if you can write an imagine about Garfield Logan x reader (fem). Where they have an embarrassing but adorable moment when they try to have their first kiss.
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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 "𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞"? ?
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𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨  |  𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢
pairings: garfield logan x fem!reader
warnings: I think there's a curse word or two, reader is mentioned to also be a titan living in the tower, possibly a grammar mistake here or there (please let me know if you see any)
a/n: hi!! thank you! it took so long to format everything so i'm glad to see people actually like it! and thank you for being the first person i don't know to send a request in! i originally was going to make this a "three times they were interrupted and the one time they didn't" type of thing but i kinda got carried away and when i thought of the ending to this i just had to write it this way. but i do still have an idea for my original thought if you or anyone else would like a part 2. but anyways, i hope you like this!
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Living in the Titans Tower and being a Titan made for an interesting and busy life. Besides having to go on life threatening missions every other day it was also nearly impossible to have alone time. Despite there only being a handful of people living there, there always seemed to be at least one person in every single room on every single floor.
Want to have a midnight snack alone at 3am? You end up scaring the shit out of another member of the team and vice versa because they too wanted a midnight snack.
What to have a training session by yourself because you want to train without being watched? Sorry someone’s already gotten there first and do not plan on leaving anytime soon.
Want to take a peaceful nap after a long day of training? Almost impossible with the sound of a video game blaring from down the hall.
So safe to say that when you and Gar started dating it was almost impossible to have a date night within the tower. It was also almost impossible to have a date night outside of the tower as well when you were both crime fighting vigilantes. You guys tried to spend the day at the nearby park before but a not so accidently gas leak in the city’s main electrical building cut it short. 
This was why you and Gar opted for just staying in the tower and spending a day in your room. 
At first it was a little awkward. Gar had been in your room countless times before, but with the new titles of boyfriend/girlfriend over your heads there seems to be a new pressure to be perfect. Gar was so nervous to overstep you had to be the one to tell him it was alright to sit down because he stood awkwardly in the doorway for the first two minutes of you two talking.
Eventually you two settled on making different kinds of bracelets. Possibly a bit of an odd thing to do on a “date” but it gave you two something to do and allowed for talking to still happen.
 “Uh, I don’t think I did this right.” Gar sheepishly smiled as he held up a bracelet he was making that looked more like a giant knot than anything.
You giggled at his poor attempt at making a rope bracelet and moved closer to help. Now you were sitting side by side instead of across from each other. “Here let me help.” You said as you grabbed your own two strings of yarn. “First fold the blue yard in half and make a loop, then fold the pink and put it through the loop…”
You continued to give a detailed instruction on how to make the perfect rope bracelet but Gar didn’t hear anything past the second sentence. He was too busy watching every slight move your face made as you talked. From the slight smile you held as you began explaining, to the way your eyebrows knitted together in concentration, and to the way your eyes lit up when you finally finished the bracelet, he noticed it all. He couldn’t believe the girl sitting next to him even wanted to be his friend let alone boyfriend. 
“Gar?” You asked when he didn’t say anything after you finished the bracelet. “Did you get any of that?”
Still slightly dazed, Gar said the first thing that came to mind, “You’re really cute when you’re all concentrated.” It took approximately 2 seconds for him to realize he said that out loud. And when he did come to he shifted his gaze from you in slight embarrassment, face most definitely completely red already. He wholeheartedly meant what he said but didn’t mean for it to come out so straight forward all of a sudden.
You also felt a blush creeping up your face at the same time a toothy grin did. There was Garfielf Logan calling you cute when he sat there, tangled mess of yarn still in hand, with the shyest adorable look you’d ever seen. You reached out with one hand to turn his face back towards you. “I personally think you’re cuter.” 
Now it was his turn to have the biggest smile on his face. It wasn’t the first time you had called him cute but he’d pay big time for you to never stop saying it. He too reach a hand out to hold the side of your face. 
Now you both stared into each other’s eyes, barely inches apart. For a few seconds you both just stared at each other’s faces before both of you started to lean forward. This was it, you both were finally about to-
“Hey Y/n, did you happen to know where Kory went?” Rachel suddenly burst through the door without knocking, sending you and Gar away from each other as quickly as possible. By the way you two moved so fast and Gar nearly fell off the bed it wasn’t hard for Rachel to figure out what she just interrupted. “Sorry, I’ll just go ask if Dick knows.” And as quickly as she came in, she went out.
For a moment you and Gar looked back and forth from each other to the door a few times before both bursting into laughter. The initial reaction was to feel incredibly embarrassed at what just happened but from the look on Rachel’s face it seemed like she was the most embarrassed and the whole ordeal was just too funny to not laugh. 
“It truly is impossible to have alone time in this place, huh?” You asked once you gained control of your laughter.
“Unfortunately.” Gar responded, letting one more laugh out.
You reached for two strings of yard nearest to you, “So did you want me to re-explain bracelet making to you?”
Gar began to shift closer to you again. “In a second, I want to do one thing before.”
“What-” He didn’t let you finish your question before fully leaning in and kissing you. It was a very quick kiss, you didn’t even have time to process what was happening and kiss back before he leaned away again. 
“Alright now you can teach me.”
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1donoow · 10 months
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DC REC
PT.1
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♡ - smut
Most of them are fluff
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<a/n>i somewhat explain why there's alot in my pin post
Batmom
Batfam
Batsis
Bruce wayne
Tim drake
Dick Grayson
Jason todd
Damian wayne
Garfield logan
Rachel roth
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Dc
@myriadimagines - making them breakfast
@gangrenados - the crush state
@thedailyimagines - imagine being the venom host in the dc universe
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Batmom
@ellana-ravenwood - jason todd(ler)
- mama's boy(s)/girl
- is....father drunk?
- each tattoo is a story
- mother's love:bursts of affection
- can you be friend with your husbands ex-girlfriend?
- my mother's apple orchard
- the bat(mom) glare
@xoxo-mylove - missing everything we never had
@reveluving - hugs
@ragingbookdragon - make all the cookies
- GROUNDED
- you're my favorite son
- i have too many children
- i saw it coming when you threw the first punch
@kimberly-spirits13 - batmom with scarlet witch powers
@cipheress-to-k-pop - call mom
@the-daydreaming-show - all of us pt.1
@c-nstantine - milf stuff
- chaperoning
- batmom dying
- fur babies
- ___
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Batfam
@kimberly-spirits13 - how the batfam teacts to dick and jason dating a black widow hc
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Batsis
@headcans-oneshots-and-stuff - being the oldest sibling
@strangeshoepatrolbandit - batfam x batsibling
@book-place - sulking at the gala
- way the cookie crumbles (child!reader)
@ragingbookdragon - talk shit get hit
- Possessive hand holding
- Squishing the other's cheek
- ___
@lazydoodlesandfanfic - little daredevil (blind!batsis)
@andieperrie18 - fine line of bs
@c-nstantine - first kiss
- spoiled!black!batsis
- jason and black!batsis
- cooking kiss (hal jordan)
@remakethestars - being batman's daughter would include
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Bruce wayne
@ellana-ravenwood - can the batman get flustered?
- making bruce wayne blush
@alienguts - lost
@toastedkiwi - reader finding out about damian being bruce's son
- unexpected visitors
@reveluving - ___ ♡
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Tim drake
@kimberly-spirits13 - how you earned the respect of the batfam as tim's s/o
@butwhyduh - tim drake with a praise kink
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Dick Grayson
@moonlit-imagines - watching your favorite shoe with dick
- cuddling with dick
@xu-ren - for good luck
@cipheress-to-k-pop - animal instinct
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Jason todd
@ghostdrafts - ___
@blondwhowrites - dating titan!jason todd
@dragon-chica - jason todd mama's boy appreciation
- batmom and jason thought
@lightwing-s - please don't leave me
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Damian wayne
@current-interest-writings - affection
@ladyagagaslefttoe - cartoons and cuddles (batsis)
@thesuperiorrobin - husband!damian wayne
- who?
- ___
- crazy idea let's make out
- boyfriend!damian wayne
@mattmvrdockbabe - sunglasses
@yandereorg - show stopper
@dragon-chica - i want to see my little boy
@skylwitch - just let me love you, my dear
@gatorbites-imagines - platonic alien male reader x damian wayne
@toastedside - banana toast
@multifandom-of-madness - batfam when they're alone with famous!y/n(damian wayne)
@lilxberry - nightmares (batmom)
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Garfield logan
@cipheress-to-k-pop - dating beast boy would include
@myriadimagines - comforting gar after what he went through with cadmus
@romeulusroy - gar telling conner all about you
- taking the fall for you
@6rookie-writer0110 - romantic headcannon
@catxsnow - believe in you
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Rachel roth
@louscartridge - dating rachel hc
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mayfieldss · 1 year
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Shopping - Garfield Logan
Warnings; Language, fluff.
Pairing; Gar Logan x gn!reader
Summary; Whilst grocery shopping with Gar you get into an argument over what to buy. based on this prompt list
AN: I actually despise Oreos but we do what we gotta do, am I right?
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You hadn't intended for this to happen. Fighting with Gar wasn't a common occurrence, especially in public for others to view, but right now there was a dilemma. It was meant to be a quick trip to the store, an evening run before the shop closed to get some essential items; toilet paper, milk, eggs, paper towels, coffee, and of course—Oreos.
But things weren't going to plan to say the least. As of right now, you stood in the biscuit aisle, Gar in front of you with a frown on his face. "Can't you just do this one thing for me?" He's deadly serious, emotion in his voice as he stares back at you, but you're unresponsive to his puppy dog eyes.
"Gar, I love you, you know that, but there are some things I just can't do."
"It's fudge-covered Y/N, fudge-covered Oreos! Can't you make this one fucking exception?" It's amusing to watch being an outsider, you're sure of it, but in this fight, you have to win no matter the cost, even if it ends in blood.
"Original Oreos are the only choice Gar, I'm sorry."
"You're not sorry, you know, I let you get whatever you want always, but not this time." Gar leans toward the shelf, picking up the package he so desperately wants, and tossing it into the shopping basket in your hand. "We're getting the fudge."
"No," You take out the cookies, shoving them back into the shelf with as much aggression as you can muster. You've broken some of the cookies inside, but you don't care. "We're getting original, end of discussion." You pick up what you deem to be the correct flavour, packing it carefully into the basket next to the eggs.
"You know, it wouldn't fucking kill you to try something new for once!" Gar says it a little too loud, his voice echoing a down the aisle and startling an old lady at the end of it. He mutters a sorry in her general direction before continuing. "You're so selfish sometimes." He grabs a new packet of fudge-covered Oreos, this time keeping them close, so you don't damage them.
"Oh, so I'm selfish now?" You turn to the other end of the aisle calling out to the old lady who still resides at the end. "Do you think I'm selfish?"
The woman looks up, hands shaking as she grasps her walking stick tight, she's got a pack of fudge-covered Oreos under one arm, and without meaning to you roll your eyes. "For fucks sake, never mind." You wave her off when she goes to reply and Gar frowns at you with disapproval before turning to the woman.
"So sorry for the disruption miss, lovely choice of biscuit you've got there." He sends her his signature smile, white teeth flashing pleasantly in a way that makes you both love and hate him at this moment. Curse his good looks and nice boy charm.
"Look, why don't we just get both?" You don't know how the words escape you, because quite frankly you want to win this argument more than anything, but Gar has a way of working you over without doing anything at all. His eyes widen when you say it as if he wasn't expecting it either, and then another smile erupts on his lips. It's wide, sweet, and beyond cute.
"Yeah, that's a great idea." Still, with caution, he places his preferred flavour of Oreo into the basket, watching you carefully and ready to pull them to safety any second. When you don't move to destroy his snack he steps forward, enveloping you in a hug, chin resting atop your head. "You're really cute when you're mad, you know?"
You grunt into his chest, and with the arm that isn't holding the basket, you hug him back. "Let's get out of here."
By the time you pay for your groceries and get to the car, the sky is dark, and the shop is closing. Employees wander the carpark, walking like zombies to their cars after long shifts. As you buckle yourself in you hear a rustling beside you, the sound of plastic being torn. When you turn to face the green-haired boy in the driver's seat, he's opened his special flavour of Oreos, staring at them with wide eyes.
In the next second, Gar bites into one with a smile. "Delicious."
"Can I try one?" It's the second thing you didn't expect yourself to say that night, but in truth, the new flavour of Oreo does look interesting. Gar seems to enjoy it, and that only makes you want to try one more.
"No." His response is simple and takes you off guard to the point where your eyes widen in disbelief.
"What d'you mean no? Give me a bite!" You reach for the packet of open biscuits, but Gar pulls them out of your reach, smacking your hand gently away with a frown.
"No, I'm not going to give you a bite because I know you're not gonna like it. Then you're going to ask me how the hell I like it, and I don't want to listen to that right now." he pushes your hand away once more as you make another advance, and you have to admit he's right. It happens all the time, but that doesn't stop you from wanting to try the Oreos, if anything it makes you want one more.
"Just give me one, please?" You try a nicer approach, this time it's your turn to try out the kicked puppy look, and it seems to work a charm because Gar softens just a little.
"The answer is still no; you've got your boring person Oreos to eat." He pushes the regular flavour in your direction, and you ignore it, letting the packet fall into your lap as you stare him down with the saddest of looks.
"Please, Gar?"
You're wearing him down and you know it, he knows it too, exchanging a look between you and the Oreos he's holding out of your reach. "Fine."
He passes you one with caution and after a moment you take a gentle bite, not giving anything away in your expression as you examine the flavour. You want to make Gar nervous about how you'll react, and the tactic is effective because in the next second Gar's shooting you with questions.
"So, what'd you think? It's good right?"
You pause for dramatic effect before nodding. "Yeah, it's good."
His eyes widen before he's letting out a gentle chuckle, pride consuming his eyes and smile. "See, trying something new isn't so bad." He's grinning again, but it doesn't last long when you shrug, shoulders coming right up to meet the sides of your jaw.
"It's still not as good as the original." A mischievous grin taints your features as an exaggerated groan falls from Gar's lips. He's slumped down into his seat, sitting low as he stares you down.
"You're so lucky I love you, you know." It comes as a tired mutter before he's sitting back up in his seat, starting the car. You allow yourself to laugh at that, and soon Gar follows suit because, at the end of the day, the Oreos don't really matter. You drive home with music blasting from the car radio, the biscuit dilemma long forgotten by the time you're home from your journey. It's late by the time you get back, and after fumbling with the house keys and wandering inside, you're exhausted from the supermarket escapade. So, even after the tireless bickering in the store, you find that sitting on the couch, you and Gar each with your own preferred flavour of Oreo is the best night you could have asked for.
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GENERAL TAGLIST: @heliads @candywh0r3 @caplanreadss @hiya-itsamber @s00buwu
DC TITANS TAGLIST: empty
GARFIELD LOGAN TAGLIST: @logangarfield
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sundrop-writes · 4 months
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Your First Kiss With Gar Logan
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Gar Logan x Gender Neutral Reader
Summary:
While the Titans are living in Gotham, things are spiralling out of control. You take a moment to comfort Gar and help him with an unexpected injury, and the two of you find those inevitable feelings coming to the surface.
Gar Logan x Gender Neutral Reader. Friends to Lovers. Fluff. Set during Season 3, Episode 4.
Word Count: 2,700
DC Titans Masterlist | AO3 Link
Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.
Warnings: this is general fluff; set during the episode where Kory accidentally burns Gar due to her visions/waking nightmares; descriptions of Gar having a burn wound on his arm; descriptions of first aid and wound care; the reader attends to the wound because they have first aid experience; the reader used to be a ward of Doctor Caulder (not blood related to him); mention of the reader being an orphan (as everyone in the presence of DC comics lore is); the reader is gender neutral (the main pronouns used are you/yours and there are no gendered aspects to the character); mentions of Gar's past trauma; extreme mutual pining; slight angst with a fluffy ending; I believe that's it.
A/N: This is part of something I am calling the 'first kiss' series - a series that depicts that a first kiss would be like with each of the Titans characters. For context, I am not necessarily writing this as a situation where the reader has never been kissed before and this is their first ever kiss - I am writing this as a situation where this is what your first kiss in the relationship would be like. The kiss that sparks that shift from friendship into romance. (In some of the other scenarios, I might spice it up and do enemies into lovers lmao.) I just think this is gonna be fun because most of the fics I write are based around smut, where kissing is not really the focus, so I wanted to change the pace of what I'm writing and make that big dramatic kissing moment - like you get in romcoms. I hope to do one of these fics for each of the characters, and some requested Dick, so that's probably the one that I'll do next. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy!
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A sound of pain caught your attention. 
You had been walking down one of the many winding hallways of Wayne Manor, and any thoughts about what you had previously been doing left your mind the moment you heard it. You wondered what was wrong and who was hurting. 
The family had been through enough in the past few days. Nobody in the household needed any more pain. Certainly not from your perspective. 
A wince - a gasp. Breath hissing through teeth. Distinctly, it was the sound of someone recoiling in pain. 
You followed the sound closely and traced it to an open door. There was a streak of light coming from one of the many large, expensive bathrooms that the Manor had. Through that gap, you saw a flash of green - a green shirt, green hair. It took you only a moment to figure out who it was. 
“Dammit.” Gar swore. 
He was struggling with something. Your insides immediately flooded with concern knowing this. Whatever it was, you would try your best to help him. He was your best friend, after all, and you would never abandon him during a time of need. If the problem was minuscule or catastrophic, you would be there to help him with it. 
“Are you okay?” You asked, reaching out to push the bathroom door open further. 
You likely already knew the answer, but you couldn’t help the instinctive question as it escaped your mouth. 
As the door drifted open at your touch, Gar’s eyes snapped over to you. 
He was standing at the sink with one of the long sleeves of his shirt rolled up. Your eyes were instantly drawn to the center of his forearm - you winced yourself when you saw a very nasty burn there. He had a first aid kit open beside the sink with bits of it strewn across the counter, and he was dabbling a piece of cotton on the burn. 
So that had been the source of his painful noises. 
“I - I’m fine.” Gar quickly lied. 
He reached out with his uninjured arm in a poor attempt to close the door on you. You sighed, pushing back against him. In a very Gar fashion, he didn’t fight against you as you pushed your way into the bathroom and closed the door completely behind you, sealing both of you into the privacy of the space. 
He knew that you were definitely more stubborn than he was, and it would just be easier to let you help him than to fight against your stubborn will. It was something he had learned a long time ago. The position of being your friend came with forceful caring. It was one of the things that he loved most about you. 
“Come on, Gar.” You sighed, your voice ripe with gentle pity. “You should know that you don’t have to lie to me. What happened?” 
Gar wanted to explain that he hadn’t told you a lie, that he was fine, but that died off in his throat. Again - you were stubborn. That would have turned into an entire argument. 
You gently took his wrist in hand, lifting his arm slightly to inspect the burn closer. 
He knew that you had some medical experience. From what he had seen, you were really skilled, and quite intelligent in the field of medicine, even though you hadn’t done any formal study to become a doctor. 
You had worked with Doctor Caulder for years, had been his assistant since you were a young child. He had taken you on as a ward when you were orphaned, and very early on, he started teaching you ‘his craft’. It’s how you and Gar had met. You had been there, helping to take care of him and overseeing him after Caulder had injected him with the serum. Your face was one of the first kind faces he knew during the fever induced delirium, having the serum pumping through his veins and painfully rearranging his DNA from the inside out. 
You were one of the only people who wasn’t afraid of the Tiger because of it. Even after the horrors that Cadmus had put him through - you were never afraid of him. You always saw him as the scared, shivering boy from the hospital bed. Someone who just needed your help, a hand to hold. And you had always been there, holding your hand out to him since then. Through the good and the bad, through the times when he had been scared and uncertain. 
Of course, it was only natural that he had developed certain… feelings for you. 
And of course, he was always terrified to voice those feelings. He was terrified to lose you. As a friend, as the strong person he could lean on. 
Even now, as you once again took his hand and nursed him back to health - he felt his heart fluttering in his chest, and he was terrified to lose you as a friend because of it. 
Gar tried to distract himself from those dangerous feelings by answering your question. 
“Well, what happened was…” He began, but then quickly trailed off. “I was in the kitchen, and Kory came in. But she - she wasn’t in her right mind, her eyes were all weird again, and..” 
The more words he said, the worse it sounded. He had a large burn on his arm and Kory was well known for her fiery powers. It didn’t take much brain power to put it together. 
You looked up at him with deep concern dancing in your eyes, and he scrambled to find the right words. He knew that any way he explained it, it wouldn’t sound good. He rushed to make an excuse for his friend. Someone you both loved that he had far more sympathy for in this situation. 
“Kory - see - she - Kory’s been having a really hard time lately.” Gar tripped over his own words to explain it. “It - it was an accident.” 
“She accidentally gave you a second degree burn?” You posed, feeding the words back to Gar in the hopes that it would make him realize just how ridiculous it sounded. 
Your tone was clearly scolding, an underlying anger in your voice directed at Kory for hurting your best friend. 
Gar sighed. He knew it was likely a rhetorical question, but he still was struggling for an answer. He didn’t come up with one before you spoke again. 
“Take this off.” You told him, motioning toward his shirt. “I’ll bandage this up for you.” 
Gar did as you said, wincing again when the sleeve of his shirt grazed against the fresh wound. He dropped it to the bathroom floor without much thought. You tried not to let your eyes linger on his bare torso - a gorgeous sight - as you moved to grab a pair of tweezers from the first aid kit. You had noticed that bits of cloth from his shirt had been singed onto the wound. That needed to be taken care of first. 
“I’m not mad.” Gar said suddenly. “I’m not mad at Kory.” 
That didn’t surprise you. He was never the type of person to hold grudges. You had only seen him get angry a handful of times. You had only seen him truly hold rage in his heart when Doctor Caulder had attempted to hold Rachel against her will. 
“Why not?” You asked. 
You moved him where you wanted him, and he was easily pliant to you, trusting your experience. You trapped his hand between the side of your body and your own arm so that he wouldn’t move or squirm, pinning him there. You held the elbow of his injured arm in the palm of your hand to hopefully keep him in place. You grabbed the tweezers with your other hand and then got to work. 
“I’m worr-” 
He let out a sharp gasp when you plucked off the first piece of singed cloth. You felt him flinch against your hold as you tossed the piece of cloth into the sink. But he didn’t protest. He knew whatever you were doing was something that you deemed necessary. You were helping him, and he wouldn’t fight you on that. 
“I’m worried about Kory.” Gar finished his statement firmly. 
“You’re worried about Kory?” You raised your brows at him, your eyes lingering on his face for a moment before you went back to work. 
Gar often worried about everyone else. 
He had been worrying himself to death about Jason, trying to ‘save’ someone that likely couldn’t be saved since he had magically come back from the dead. He was worried about Dick taking on the pressures of Batman now that Bruce was suddenly absent. He had been worried about Dawn and Hank’s arguing, knowing that Hank had come to Gotham just to win her back. You knew that Gar was worried about everyone, hoping that the pieces of the family would just fall into place and everyone would be happy again. (When they had last been happy, you weren’t quite sure.) 
You were likely the only person who worried about Gar in return. 
“Who’s worried about you?” You mumbled quietly. 
You plucked out another piece of the burnt cloth, and Gar bit his lip to keep from crying out with pain. 
“There’s nothing going on with me.” He told you, shooting you one of his glowing smiles. “I’m fine. I don’t need anyone to worry about me.” 
You knew that even if he didn’t take this injury into account, this was a lie. 
The toll of being such an empathetic person was never one that he voiced. The pure pressure of everyone else’s emotions piling onto him, the worry of what was going to happen to his friends. That, on top of his own troubles - nightmares of his time at Cadmus still haunting him, feeling inadequate because he couldn’t use his powers to the fullest extent, missing two of his dear friends with the absences of Jason and Rachel. 
You knew that Gar wasn’t ‘fine’. You knew that he had a lot troubling him. It was just easier for him to smile and pretend everything was okay. Because that made him feel okay. It helped him carry on. 
And a lot of the time, his sunshiney smile was the entire reason you got out of bed at all. 
However, rather than telling him this, you drove home your point in an entirely different way. 
“Ironic.” You huffed out, picking out the last piece of the cloth that had stuck to the edge of the wound. 
Gar hissed in pain. 
“Yeah, yeah, okay.” Gar finally folded. 
Right now, he did need someone worrying about him. That much he could admit. 
You reached over and grabbed an anti-bacterial cream from the first aid kit. 
You were glad that you would be there to change the bandage and monitor the healing of the wound, because it was likely a lot worse - a lot more painful than he was letting on. You were worried about what kind of mental state Kory had been in that caused her to attack him, even if it had been an accident. You had seen her ‘sleep walking’, or whatever you would call it. You wondered what caused it. You wondered if it was the general stress that all the Titans were under right now. But Gar’s wellbeing was your primary concern. 
“You know you can come to me for stuff like this, right?” You told him, your voice edging on scolding as you applied the cream with a q-tip and he gritted his teeth through the pain once again. “Don’t let all that child slave labor that Caulder put me through go to waste.” 
Gar let out a chuckle at this - a dry, sarcastic sound. It was a tone that told you that while he did find your commentary amusing, he still resented your former shared ‘mentor’ for all the things he had put both of you through. 
“You know I can handle myself.” Gar told you, still slightly resistant to your caring. “Someone needs to be strong.” 
It was a dangerous double meaning. He thought that he had to be the singular strong pillar of the household. He thought that he had to be the one person in the family who didn’t fold to his emotions and let any cracks show through. 
“Let them handle themselves once in a while.” You told him pointedly as you began to wrap a bandage around his forearm. “You don’t need to be some brick wall for everyone to lean on.” 
“But-” Gar said quietly. 
“But nothing.” You cut him off. 
When you dared to look up at his face, you saw those wide puppy eyes staring back at you. His beautiful brown pupils were shining with guilt. He didn’t need to voice it for you to know that he felt like it was his responsibility to take care of everyone else. They often didn’t take care of themselves properly. If he didn’t at least try, then who else would? 
“I know this might be a newsflash for you, especially because you have that golden, shining hero heart in your chest…” You explained, reaching up and running one of your fingers across the skin of his muscled pec, motioning toward that beautiful heart inside in his chest. 
With him not wearing a shirt, the skin to skin contact was oddly intimate, causing tingles to radiate out from that point that you knew he could feel too. You became temporarily distracted from your words, and forced yourself to clear your throat and remember what you were saying. 
“But you can’t save everyone.” You continued. You distracted yourself from the tension in the air by tying the bandage onto itself to secure it around his arm. “Sometimes they do need to save themselves.” 
Gar let out a quiet huff. Internally, he had finally folded to the fact that you were right. 
“I hate it when you’re right.” He said quietly. 
“You must hate me a lot.” You replied, laughter dancing in your words as you cleverly turned the sentence around on him. 
Gar’s face broke into an easy, natural smile at this. You were too clever. 
He felt that inevitable warmth swell up inside of him again. The affectionate fondness for you that he always felt bubbling just under the surface. 
When he looked up and locked eyes with you once again, sitting in the quiet moment - a rare moment of peace stolen away from the seemingly never-ending chaos that being a part of the Titans family was - he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t hold back his feelings for you anymore. 
You felt the magnetism swell in the air, and when Gar reached out, gently gripping the side of your neck, right underneath your ear - you let yourself be taken by it. It had been coming for years, and you easily let yourself succumb to it. You let your eyes fall closed and you drifted into him like a boat drifting at sea, falling into the current that he always provided for you. 
The kiss was inevitable, and somehow - perfect. 
He was gentle, not forcing his way into your space or presuming anything of you, but falling into the natural rhythm of the attraction as you pressed your mouth against his. His lips were a sweet, soft sanctuary - so much better than you had dreamed of. The touch was so beautifully tender that you felt tingles radiating through you, a high you had never experienced before. You let out a delighted sigh as the kiss pulled at the strings deep in your soul. 
After a moment, you pulled back slightly, your forehead gently pressed against his. 
“Y/N,” Gar murmured your name quietly. 
There were so many things he wanted to say to you. 
To tell you that he loved you - as more than a friend. That he always had. To tell you that he was thankful for you, that you were the stitching that held together the very fabric of his life. 
But then-
“Gar!” Kory’s voice came shouting down the hallway. “Gar, look, I’m sorry! Where are you? Please, can you just let me apologize?” 
Of course. More family chaos. Not a moment alone. Well, no more than one moment. 
“You should find a shirt.” You told Gar, giving him a playful grin and tapping him lightly on his bare shoulder. 
Gar sighed, and nodded. And hesitantly, he broke away from you in order to go and do that. 
Eventually, he would tell you those things. He would find the right time, the right way to put it all into words. But for now, even if it was unspoken, you knew.
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sunflower-rainbow · 6 months
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Kisses (Headcanons)
Garfield Logan x fem!reader
(Note: I apologize if there are grammatical errors, English is not my first language.)
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On your early dates, Garfield feels shy and nervous about giving you kisses but always tries to show affection with gentle caresses and hugs.
At first, his kisses are short and sweet but full of emotion and tenderness.
You find Gar's shy kisses adorable and encourage him with a smile, giving him the confidence he needs.
During a cozy movie night at home, Garfield timidly leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek but ends up kissing your nose, which made both of you laugh.
As the relationship progresses, Gar becomes more comfortable with you and starts giving longer, more passionate kisses.
Garfield's kisses become bolder and more exploratory, showcasing his growing confidence in the relationship.
Gar makes an effort to find intimate moments to surprise you with romantic kisses, like unexpected ones on the neck.
On one occasion, Garfield got nervous before kissing you, but you reassure him with a gentle touch, and he instantly feels more secure.
Gar's kisses convey a blend of sweetness and passion, showing the depth of his feelings for you.
You adore how Garfield holds you tenderly while kissing you, making you feel loved and protected.
Sometimes, Gar surprises you with passionate and intense kisses in the midst of an unexpected situation, leaving you breathless.
Garfield's bolder kisses express his desire and passion for you, taking your relationship to a more intimate level.
During a dangerous mission, Gar gently takes your hand and gives you a loving kiss before heading out to face the dangers.
While Garfield now feels more confident with his kisses, he never loses his charming shyness and sweetness that you find irresistible.
On the rooftop of the tower, you and Gar embrace while sharing kisses, feeling a deep and meaningful connection between you.
Garfield's kisses are a sincere expression of his love for you, showing that they have overcome any initial shyness and have found beautiful intimacy in their relationship.
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