#no pads no helmets just balls

[breakingjustxn]

idk if im built different or something but terrifier 3 was NOT scary and instead funny imo // credits: @poppunkandpunkrock on instagram

[b1tt3rsw33tl0v3r]

2002 simple plan

[tomsmusictaste]

Please take me to your leader. Tell her I will surrender

Simple Plan // My Alien

[femalefrontedbandsconfessions]

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The album cover for Spend the Night by The Donnas reminds me of the album cover for No Pads, No Helmets... Just Balls by Simple Plan.

[somethingsgottasaveyou]

[yourfavealbumisgender]

No Pads, No Helmets... Just Balls by Simple Plan is Queer!

requested by anon

[poprocklyrics]

How long will I be waiting? Until the end of time. I don't know why I'm still waiting I can't make you mine.

Addicted, Simple Plan

[deftonescd]

Simple Plan - "No Pads, No Helmets...Just Balls"

03/19/2002

[tiggymalvern]

Okay, but... this is deeply US-centric. In the UK, lacrosse is played almost exclusively by teenaged girls, and the teenage girls who are really into it are mostly gay.

rb with your straight number

[excelsior9173]

when we were young fest just announced next years lineup and i swear to god if i can’t go it will end me

simple plan is playing no pads, no helmets… just balls in full!!! i have been in love with that album since it came out when i was 2 years old. i’ve been singing it my entire life. i’ve seen simple plan four times now in two different countries on two continents, i have to see them again! i have yet to hear every npnhjb song live. i cannot even begin to explain the things i would do to hear my alien

[tomsmusictaste]

I’M JUST

LIFE IS A NIGHTMARE

[ramonathinks]

THE GAME | eren x reader, connie x reader, jean x reader, armin x reader, reiner x reader [repost]

Summary: what are you supposed to do when your boyfriend promised his teammates that they could have some fun if they win the championship?

18+, (minors/ageless or blank blogs dni or instant block!) WARNINGS/TAGS INCLUDE: black coded reader, 69, oral, nipple sucking, cum eating, 6some (???), male masturbation, squirting, breeding, dirty talk, nipple play, kissing, handjobs, titjobs, fingering, humping/dry humping, choking, facefucking, pussy spanking, finger sucking, pet names, praise, degradation, hair pulling, teabagging, overstimulation, ball stimulation, snowballing

The final seconds had your heart pounding. Tied and neck to neck the entire game had you almost nauseated. Eren had promised a surprise for you when they won, so sitting there the entire night and biting your nails was all that you could do.

So the touchdown had you jumping up from your seat and running into the field. It wasn’t a surprise but you couldn’t contain yourself. He always kept up with his promises but this one was different, you could feel it.

“Baby!” You shouted and with his helmet barely off he did a lopsided grin and ushered you his way, picking you up with ease. “Oh my gosh, your plays were brilliant! I knew you’d do it.”

He smiled and wiped some of the sweat off of his face before he huffed, “I did it all for you. Couldn’t have embarrassed you now could I?” He winked, putting you down and entwining your fingers together.

“Yeah, of course. We’re gonna celebrate the win now, huh?” He raised his eyebrows a bit before he blinked a few times.

“Uh yeah baby. I just need to talk to you about a few things, okay?” You watched his teammates walking back into the locker room, all of them excited and even giving Eren some thumb-up’s you noticed.

“Mhm.” You folded your arms against your chest. “This tells me I’m gonna be pissed.”

“No, no, no…” He scratched the back of his neck. “Well…” He sucked in his teeth. “Just bare with me. Listen okay?”

So you did. You listened to this surprise he planned for you and the promise he planned for his teammates.

“Are you insane?” Was the only thing that left your mouth. You wanted to slap him. But you couldn’t lie, it had you feeling a way… a jolting joy pulsing between your legs. The way he was describing everything had you sweating.

“It was dumb of me. I know, baby. I just… Remember we talked about this ages ago? Me watching some guys take you and how sexy that’d be?”

You both had talked about it. It was a mutual fantasy but to actually engage in it? You gulped, “I…”

“It’ll just be a one time thing. I promise, you know unless…” He trailed off, a hopefulness in his eyes.

“You owe me big time, I hope you know that.” You grumbled as you walked towards the locker room with him hot on your heels.

It was steamy hot and covered in a white sheet of fog as you walked through, Eren’s hand in yours.

“Eren, yooo!” Called Connie before you finally were able to see him. His tanned skin wet and his slim body had your throat dry. “Ah shit, we doing this right now?” His towel fell to the floor and he grinned at you, his thick cock standing and instantly catching your attention. Dark and thick, enough hair covered around him and his balls bulging.

You felt hot but you bit back a groan, noticing the rest of the few boys circling around you and Eren.

It was overwhelming. These were your boyfriend’s friends… his teammates. They knew you and now…

Now, Eren was pulling your shirt down. Your brown nipples are already hard as you look at the boys over. He kisses your neck a few times as his teammates' eyes wander, a few of them staring at your breast, but they are hard to ignore.

Big perky brown boobs, Eren always seemed fascinated by them, using any excuse to grab and squeeze them. Just like he was doing now, tweaking at your nipples with the rough pads of his fingers.

Until you looked down and realized that it wasn’t Eren. It was Jean, who in a swift second had your legs buckling with just his fingers before he finally put one in his mouth.

Eren’s comforting warmth left you and an unfamiliar big strong chest welcomed you. You knew who it was before you peeked behind you, Reiner. His strong body was easy to recognize just against your back you could feel every ridge and every ab that he possessed. You gulped when his rough hands trailed up and down your back before he kissed the nape of your neck with cold lips, you shivered.

The sensation of two men against your body making you groan. Reiner’s fingers gripped the front of your neck while he whispered in your ear, “You see how he’s looking at you? That’s how I’ve always looked at you… always wondered how you look under the clothes…”

Eren’s eyes were envious and his cock hard in his uniform. Reiner’s voice drowned out as you stared at your boyfriend, his eyes staring deep into yours until your eyes watered and you were overwhelmed on the pleasure — feeling Jean’s mouth on one of your breast, his tongue swirling on the bud before pressing small kisses around your areola, meeting your intense gaze.

As Jean sucked on your left breast and played with the right one. Timid Armin approached with shaky hands and ducked, pulling down your leggings along with your panties.

Moisture was leaking between your thighs and Eren couldn’t help but to speak up, “Fucking slut, huh? You were acting all crazy about what I said but you’re loving it. So fucking wet… never even got that wet for me.” He slipped his hand in his uniformed pants and continued to watch you. His cock only half out as he stroked himself before he told Armin: “Eat her pussy. Eat it all messy. I wanna hear it.”

Armin gulped but nodded. His breath hot before he spread your flesh a bit and sucked on your swollen clit. Wetness gathering at his chin easily, “Oh fuck.” He used his fingers to massage your insides at the same time Reiner finally kissed you full on your mouth and Jean pinched both of your nipples. You gasped, trembling and Reiner shoved his tongue in your mouth. Sucking everywhere and swirling around in your mouth, drool pooled out the corner of your mouth and you felt as if you were going to faint.

Armin held your legs firm, keeping you still as his tongue dug deeper into your pussy. “How’s it taste Armin?” Eren purred, slowly closer to you.

“Fucking,” He slurped. “Fucking delicious.” His tongue circled your clit and you could feel him smiling against your thighs. “She’s so fucking wet.” Slowly blowing air on your clit, he smiled wider when he saw you twitching.

You almost forgot about Connie until you felt him kissing the other side of your neck, “Couldn’t let you forget I was here, right doll?” You felt him grinding on you, his leaky wet cock against your bare thigh made your eyes flutter.

“Please… I—“ You groaned, you were enjoying this too much. Every bit of you is stimulated and being sucked or played with. Your eyes rolled back.

Connie smiled before he circled your lips with his fingers. “I think this pretty baby just needs something to suck on.” Your mouth slowly opened and he slipped his two fingers inside. Massaging the pink wet muscle as you sucked with your eyes closed.

“Fuck, keep doing that… making her wet and so fucking tight. She likes it.” You heard Armin mutter, slipping his fingers in and out of your sloppy wet cunt as Connie’s finger pumped in and out of your mouth.

Jean kissing and sucking your breast, fingers rubbing at the other one and Reiner with his strong hand around your neck and his boner against your ass, he whispered in your ear again.

“You’re such a bad girl… doing all this in front of your boyfriend. Getting this little body played with in front of him… about to get it fucked right in front of him. You like that?” He squeezed at your throat and you moaned aloud.

“Keep talking to her,” Armin hummed. “You’re getting her so soaked.”

“Oh… you like my voice baby? You like when I talk to you, hm?” Your body felt hotter. “We’re gonna take care of you…gonna make you feel really good okay?”

“O-ooh…Okay. Okay.” Armin plunged three fingers deep inside, turning and stretching them inside of you.

“I need her to suck my fucking dick. I can’t take it anymore.” Connie groaned.

Seconds upon seconds and the heat from everyone’s touch disappeared and you almost cried, tears already in your eyes. “Shhh.” Jean rubbed the sides of your stomach. “Just trying to make you more comfortable, okay?”

You listened and allowed him to move your body as he pleased. Laying you down on one of the benches and spreading your legs. “Fuck… such a pretty pussy.” He spread your lips, dragging a finger down your wet heat.

“Now baby,” Connie said to you from above. You couldn’t see him, just the blurriness of his cock that was so close to your face. “Open wide.”

You gulped and invited him inside. His cock twitching just from your breath. He felt you swallow around him and he took his lip between his teeth. “Oh fuck.”

“She’s got a good mouth on her, huh?” Eren said as Connie slid in deeper before pulling some out, just to repeat it again. Eren’s cock still hard as he pumped himself, clearly edging.

“Fuck yeahh!” He huffed, feeling you swirl your tongue all over his veiny cock. Moving your hands from your side, to cup his balls.

Connie grabbed the sides of your face and put his cock in so deep, that his pelvis was the only thing in your line of vision. It didn’t stop you from squeezing his balls again.

You felt your other hand move and wrap around a slippery wet cock and while Connie pounded at your throat, you heard Armin groan.

Moving your hand up and down, hearing the echoes of wet noises and soft moans, you felt yourself getting ever more drenched.

Moaning around Connie’s cock, you scraped the sides with your teeth a bit and he moaned even louder, liking it. You smiled to yourself and kept going.

Armin spit on your already wet cunt and messily shook his head, watching it drip before he slurped it back up in an instant. Pulling your flesh with his teeth, he sucked a fold in and rubbed circled motions up and down your clit. Your legs were shaking but you just continued to lick and slobber all over Connie’s thick length. Your pussy throbbing as your hips jerked away from Armin’s hungry lips.

“Stay still,” He mutters, but you're just so sensitive that you can’t, almost kicking him away. His tongue is brutal and heavy as he sucks and slurps his way down, your feet curl when he gives you another long suck, a moan deep in his throat and you feel it all throughout your body. You can barely focus on him, your mouth sucking Connie in and your eyes on your sexy boyfriend, in the corner.

“Ah, don’t focus on him. This isn’t about him…” Reiner’s alluring voice comes again and your eyes are on his. His mouth blowing cool air on your perky nipples. “You’ve been slacking on Jean, keep moving your hand for him baby,” Gulping around Connie, you listen and as you stroke his cock, never taking your eyes off Reiner’s, who’s sucking on your tits like he expects milk to come out. You can hear Eren moaning in the background and for a split second you look over to him and meet his eyes, lusty and dark before a hard jolt rings throughout your body. An echo of wetness and a slick slap on your cunt and you flinch, popping Connie out of your mouth to look at Armin.

But it wasn’t Armin’s hand, it was Reiner’s.

“Didn’t I say not to focus on him?” He grabs your jaw and forces you to look his way. “Don’t be a bad girl. You’ve been such a good girl all this time, listening to me. Don’t mess that up.” Your body shivers and it's hard not to look over at Eren, but the intense look in Reiner’s eyes lets you know he means business. Moving his hand down from your jaw, he trails it down to your neck and gives it a small squeeze, looking you deep in your eyes. His other hand grazing your cunt, ready for you to disobey him. “Just what am I going to do with you, hm?”

He kisses you, your mouth full of precum and spit, but he doesn't care how dirty it is. Your eyes roll into the back of your skull and you're gasping, as he kisses you so roughly. His tongue curling into yours and licking every piece of you. You hear Armin whispering about how soaked you’re getting and Connie jerking himself a bit loudly in your face, Jean mutters a small fuck at how youre gripping him so tightly now. The kiss only deepens and you're both sucking on each other, swirling your tongues together and his hands pulling at your nipples, gripping and twisting them. He pulls back and watches as some spit disconnects from your mouths. “Been wanting to do that for a while.”

“Oh, fuck.” Eren moans, his hips jerking and cumming shooting out of his achy cock. But even with the cum leaking, he continues to jerk himself. Connie, uses this time to grip you hair and pull you back down so that you’re lying on your back and rub his cock all over your face.

“C’mon, mama, welcome me back into that throat. Ohhh, just like that. Just need to come, right here. Probably can get you pregnant just like this, hm?” He jokes, pushing himself back inside with a sway of his hips. His pace is even more brutal, probably from feeling neglected.

Jean removes your hand from him and rubs his aching cock onto your breast, while Reiner sucks on the other one, his eyes shut. Armin, slurps up the bits of your slick up before he sits up – sitting on top of you and pressing the weight of his cock against your cunt. “Oh fuck, never been this hard in my life.” He’s aching as he slips his cock out. He's sliding his cock between your wet folds, your body completely over-stimulated. “You’ve always been so nice to me. Now, I’m gonna show you, just…just how much I appreciated you.”

Slipping inside of your wet heat, he groans. “Oh fuck.” He stills, feeling you clamp down on him, his hips flush against yours. Your body is completely filled. Connie eases his cock out of your mouth, your lips wet before you lick them again, he groans and slips it in and out at the tip, your tongue lapping at his wet tip a few times. Slipping his cock out completely, he dips his ball into your mouth and you suck, “That’s nice… such a good girl–Ah! Your tight fucking mouth…” Dipping his full balls in and out of your mouth before putting his cock back into your mouth. Your hand squeezing and massaging his heavy balls as you continue with sucking and choking on his cock, you could feel his cock all the way in the back of your throat. Jerking his hips into your mouth quickly, so close. “Oh baby, you like that?” Breathlessly, your eyes roll back again as you suck deeper. “Oh shit, I’m gonna fucking c-cum.” His legs shake and he grips your throat as he pounds inside before he stills, cum leaking down your mouth, but you keep swallowing.

Armin’s groaning against your stomach as he ruts inside of you, sloppy as you milk his cock. “Swirl your hips just a bit, that’s just how she likes it.” So he does, and you can fill every thrust he gives you. “See how wet she gets?” Eren rubs at your clit, watching your cunt suck in more of Armin. Fucking his cock into you so slowly as you both moan.

“Isn’t she so pretty like this, boys?” It’s the first time in a while you heard your boyfriend’s voice and your eyes are fluttering as you smile. Reiner opens your mouth and your tongue slips out, to which he sucks on. Swirling his tongue against your cum covered tongue.

“Very pretty.” Jean says, his voice strained. His cock throbbing, rubbing his cock up and down your body. Armin’s eyes watching his cock slipping in and out, so much of your cum coats his cock, your legs shaking as you grind your hips against his.

“I think she needs something in her mouth again, Jean…” Reiner taps his shoulder. When Jean finally sinks into your mouth, Armin feels you tighten around him even more and he truly fucks into you, his hips hard as he pounds into your soppy cunt, moaning and groaning. Pulling himself in and out as you whine against Jean’s cock. Armin pulls your legs up so that they’re closer to your face, your hands on his shoulder while your eyes grow spotty, the tip of his cock hitting all the right places. Gooey and wet sounds as you both throb, your pussy still squeezes him all over before he finally cums inside of you.

You swallow and bob your head against Jean. “Her throat feels so fucking good. Connie, how did you last so fucking long, I’m gonna fucking– cum!” His cock pulses inside of your throat, his warm release coming down your throat.

Everyone steps back and admires the sight of you, naked and cum leaking out. "If we win nationals, then I'll fuck you so good, yeah?" Reiner licks up and down your throat as you grow wet again.

[kissitbttr]

omg I am in LOVEE with frat!miguel and cheerleader reader 🙏💕 I was picturing reader somehow getting injured at one of Miguel’s games (maybe a player slams into her or she hits her head), and him literally RUSHING off of the field to help her and people are shocked to see him getting so soft!!!! Ofc, this could be the other way around too, but soft!miguel would be such a shock, especially considering his reputation, and so cute to see 🥲🤲 Xoxo

“y/n watch out!”

your cheer mate scream at you with eyes wide, and before you could turn around, someone else’s bigger physique crashes into you. causing your body to fall and your head lands into the ground with a loud thud,

the audience let out a collective of gasps and surprised, worrying about the small girl getting concussed by the large linebacker who hurriedly get on his feet before spitting countless of apologies,

but nothing compares to how miguel reacts when he sees his girl falls,

his blood runs cold, aggressively taking off his helmet and let it fall into the grass before sprinting towards you in full speed,

“muñeca !!” he screams, voice filled with worried while ignoring the coach calling out his last name. as the rest of the team begins to exchange glances, wondering what the fuck happened to miguel.

because he’s never been the one to leave his position in any circumstances. football means a lot to him, he lives and breathe football.

so to see him completely dismissing the game is a shock to the rest,

“f-fuck i’m so sorry, i didn’t—“

“what the actual fuck was that?!” miguel roars once he gets to see you close, but his angry eyes move towards the guy who just crashed into you. his big hands violently shove the man out of your sight,

“didn’t you fucking hear the rules?! this area is off limits! there’s a line drawn here el hijo de puta!!”

“the fuck?! the ball was—“

“i don’t give a fuck if the ball went through here!! you leave it as it is!! someone could get seriously injured! you want someone to fucking die or something?!”

the team has never seen miguel so angry and red, it’s almost like miguel could actually snap that man’s neck in half. his eyes are filled with vengeance as he continues to call the guy names for hurting you,

beck’s face goes pale. “oh fuck” he mutters, jogging towards miguel and hurriedly put a space in between them. “okay okay, man! easy, easy! don’t start a fight, need me to remind you what happened to chuck last year?!”

beck searches for any significant changes on miguel’s face. heavy breathing combines with a deadly look on his expression before he shakes his head,

“okay good. let me take care of this and go to your girl. she’s still hurt” he pats on miguel’s shoulder pad before he walks off,

miguel is still burning with anger but that soon subsides when he hears you call out his name,

“miggy?”

he never turns around so quickly, bending down to your level as his arms begin to cradle your fragile body before pulling you close. “you good, baby?” his voice is now gentle and soft. “let me see”

his fingers move underneath your chin, gently tilting it back and winces when he sees a small scar across your forehead.

“dizzy?” he asks, you nod in response, hand holding your head. he then looks up to one of your cheer mates,

“get a medic, now!” he yells out, putting your head against his chest so you can rest comfortably,

“o’hara! get back here, game isn’t over!” his coach yells angrily

“i’m not moving until my girl is taken care of! go get someone off the bench to replace me if you have to!” he responds by looking over his shoulder for a moment

the coach’s shoulders slump, brows dipping into a frown as he shakes his head. “the fuck? this kid—“ he grumbles before turning around,

glen nudges beck’s side with his elbow, looking as confused as the rest.

“I don’t get it. he never asks someone to replace him. not even when his knee was busted.”

beck looks over at the two of you, watching how miguel intently taking care of your injured self.

“yeah, I don’t get it, either” beck mutters but with a small smile. seeing how his best friend completely fallen for you was definitely not on his bingo card. it’s a good change, he supposed,

he’s never been this in love with his previous girlfriends. not dana nor xina. you’re pretty much the first. he guesses, you must be the one for him,

beck gets it. he does.

[mulletpermsicantlookaway]

A Locker Room Visitor

One day after classes, your path takes you by the field when the football team is finishing practice. And you see this guy.

You think he's really hot. You'd like to be like him. Hell, you'd like to be him. Well, that's not possible, but you're so obsessed that you decide to follow him to the locker room and maybe grab yourself a souvenir. You manage to hide in one of the empty lockers while the team is showering. The guy you followed is one of the last to leave. And you're in luck: he forgot his jockstrap and left it on the bench. Once you're sure that the coast is clear, you get out of the locker and grab the jock strap. Suddenly, you hear footsteps. It's the football player you followed. He's come back for his jock strap. But now he's seen you, and there's no escape.

"What do you think you're doing, little dude?" He asks you. "Oh, you want my jock strap? You think you're man enough to wear it? I don't think you are, but maybe, just maybe, I can make you worthy. Go ahead, dude. Take your clothes off. Now! Don't even think about trying to get away. "

So, you strip off your clothes until you're standing there naked in front of the football jock. It's humiliating, but you don't dare disobey him; he's way bigger and stronger than you are.

"What do I do now?" you ask.

"Put it on, little dude. "

You hesitate. It's still wet, and it smells like his sweat. "I said, put it on. Now!" You aren't even sure how to put it on. You've never worn one before. Exasperated, the football jock says, "You step through the straps and pull it up! Come on, dude. You're pathetic. I shouldn't even do this for you, but you're gonna get exactly what you have coming to you." You finally pull up the jock strap until the sweaty material touches your ball sack. As it comes in contact with your skin, you start to feel strange, as if you can't move. You find yourself sitting on the bench, wearing nothing but his jock strap. The football jock seems far away, and you feel dizzy, as if you might faint. You can feel the coldness of the bench against your ass, but nothing else seems real.

He hands you a pair of football pants and tells you to put them on. His voice booms in your ears. Nothing seems real, and you can hardly move, but somehow, you manage to get them on. They're too big for you, and they feel strange. Next, he has you put on his compression shirt, shoulder pads, and jersey. Everything is too big, and you tell him that nothing fits right. "Don't worry, little dude. You'll grow into them. " He has you put on his socks, too. You say something about the smell, and he laughs at you. "You'll get used to it. Now put on my cleats. "

The cleats are way too big, but he says, "You aren't going to be going anywhere for a while, so it doesn't matter if you can walk. Now to keep you quiet... here, put in my mouth guard. That'll keep you from talking until you're finished. "

He's right; you can't remove the mouth guard, and you can't form words. All you can do is make little whimpering noises. You want to tell him that you're sorry and to let you go, but he just looks at you and says, "Quiet, you perverted little prick. No one can hear you but me. If you want my jock strap, you're gonna be fucking worthy of wearing it. I'm doing you a huge favor. Now I just need to get your helmet ready, and then - well, you'll find out.

He grabs a helmet and puts it on your head. You already felt strange, but the helmet makes you feel even stranger. It's becoming hard to think. The football player says, "Okay, I'll be back in a few hours to check on you. You should be ready by then. " You realized that he intended to leave you in the locker room by yourself. You wanted to get up and leave, but you couldn't move. Your body felt heavy, and a fog had descended on your brain. You felt your eyelids closing, and in another moment, you fell asleep.

You wake up a few hours later. You feel very strange, and you aren't sure where you are or what happened to you. You get up from the bench, feeling very stiff and sore. "Whoa, that must have been some practice! Did I really fall asleep in the locker room? Still in my uniform? Where is everyone?" The locker room is empty and dimly lit. You take off your helmet and clatter over to the mirror in your cleats. They fit perfectly. Something about that seems wrong, but you can't remember what. Your reflection seems unfamiliar, too, but that couldn't be right? Your hair is curly and tousled, falling over your forehead below your heavy, dark eyebrows. Your jaw is square and masculine. Your face is handsome, but somehow it makes you think of someone else you can't quite remember. Your well developed shoulder muscles are popping out of your jersey. You feel your big cock straining against your jockstrap as stare at your reflection. "Damn, looking good, bro!" you think to yourself, "but why am I so fucking sore? That must have been some workout. I guess I'd better get changed and shower." Suddenly, you hear footsteps. Another football player is coming. He looks enough like you to be your brother, but do you know him? Of course, you must know him; you're both on the same team, right? He looks at you with a big grin on his handsome face.

"You feeling all right now, bro?"

"Yeah, bro," you say, "I feel fine, but how'd I fall asleep?" Your voice sounded strange in your own ears. Was your voice always that deep? Unconsciously, you touched your throat with your hand and felt the size of your Adam's apple. It seemed big. Everything about you felt bigger. For a moment, you felt dizzy, as if you were about to faint.

"You were so wiped out after practice that we left you here to sleep it off. But it's getting late, bro. I brought some clothes back for you. Go ahead and shower, and we can head back to our place. "

"Sure, bro," you said, still confused. You pulled the jersey over your head and unhooked the pads, setting them down on the bench. Then you took off the compression shirt, your cleats, and socks. Finally, you took off the football pants and the jock strap, freeing your massive meat from its confinement. All these gestures felt as familiar as breathing, but something tickled in the back of your mind as if you'd never done this before.

But that's stupid, you thought. You'd been playing football since you were a little kid. You swaggered to the showers, admiring your big feet, your muscular, hairy legs, and your massive chest. As you passed the mirror, you flexed your muscles and gave yourself a cocky smile. Your teammate, no roommate? Brother? Yeah, your brother chuckled. "You know you're hot, little bro. You don't have to prove it every time you get naked. Now go shower. It's getting late; we need to get home. If Coach finds out we broke curfew, we're both going to be in trouble. "

"Sorry, bro," you said. "I'll hurry. "

"And bro, one more thing," he said. "I told you I'd make you worthy of that jockstrap."

"What are you talking about, bro," you ask. "Never mind," he said, a huge grin on his face.

[littleredgun]

Worship - Part One

18+ - better not see any of you minors knocking around here.

Warnings for all chapters: Established relationship, female reader, pet names, swearing, guns, violence, restraints, chloroform, knives, death, blood, angst, fluff, SMUT, soft Jason, p in v sex, unprotected sex, size difference, size kink.

I do not own any of the characters in this fic and GIF is not mine, credit to the owner!

My work is not to be translated, copied / posted anywhere else!

Part Two

Jason worshipped the ground you walked on.

His soft, loving side was only reserved for you.

You were a delicate flower and he was an icy river.

May God have mercy on the sorry asshole who hurts you.

Nightfall settled over Gotham, illuminating the skyline Jason loved so much. The rain pelted down on this helmet and the wind blew through his jacket, making him shiver ever so slightly. He couldn’t wait to get home. Home to you.

Jason had met you, ironically enough, on patrol.

You were stupid enough to walk down alleys alone at night and he stopped you getting attacked by smashing the butt of his gun against the creeps temple, he was dead before you could open your eyes. And man, oh man were you a sight he could get used to, even with a bust lip and your blouse torn. When you opened your eyes you breathed “Red Hood”. He gave you a ride home without saying a word and walked you into your apartment. It was cosy. Something he’d expect from a girl who looked like you.

“Thank you”, you whispered, standing awkwardly in your kitchen. Again, without saying a word, he removed his helmet with a shaky breath and gently lifted his hands to your jaw. His stomach flipped at the sheer size difference between the two of you, one hand was the size of your whole face. “Got a first aid kit?”. Those were the only worlds he could force out. You nodded sheepishly before pointing to the bathroom. He moved swiftly and found it under your sink, rummaged through it and was back in the kitchen. In that time you had managed to change into an oversized t-shirt and some shorts and were sat waiting prettily for him to return.

You were going to kill him, he was sure of it. You somehow looked even smaller. “This is gonna hurt, I’m sorry”, he muttered. He took some disinfectant and a cotton ball and gently placed it to the cut on your lip. You inhaled a sharp breath through your teeth before replacing his hand with yours on the cotton ball. He stood and watched you dab the cut, shifting nervously. “So, you just gonna stand there or are you gonna tell me your name?”.

Jason was take back by the sudden comment, he attempted to keep his cool. “You know my name”. You chuckled and placed the cotton pad in the trash. “No. I know your vigilante name. I don’t know your real name”. Without thinking you grabbed two cups and began preparing two cups of coffee. “I can’t tell you that, sweetheart”.

“Oh yeah? Then why’d you remove your helmet? I know what you look like now”. Ah shit. He hadn’t of thought about that. With a heavy sigh he answered, “Jason”. You hummed quietly before speaking. “I prefer Jay. Jason makes you sound like an old man”. He laughed. Really laughed, for the first time in months. “Alright. Jay it is”. Your eyes scanned over him, his eyes crinkled when he laughed. You watched him lean against your kitchen counter and only then did you realise how big this man was. He came through your door sideways. You told him your name. “But people call me Little”. Jason furrowed his brows. “Because I’m small”. His lips made a silent oh..and the rest was history.

That was a year ago. Almost every night since then he’d appear at your apartment door. Countless nights were spent sat on the couch talking, playing games. He told you about his encounter with the Joker. How he died and came back, he showed you his scars. You cried like a baby that night, your fingertips tracing the pattern of each mark on his body. You told him about your father dying when you were young and your mother choosing her boyfriends over you.

Anger consumed him, but he pushed it aside. That was the night he kissed you. Made love to you, told you how madly in love he was with you. He loved each and every part of your body, lips and tongue dancing across your skin, heated whispers and purple marks littered your body. He’d stayed in your apartment ever since, and by God did you worship that man.