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[hanluex]

♡ JAY-TIDDIES — JASON TODD

bf!jason x reader | wc : 0.1k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, domestic fluff, established relationship

fridays were your favorite day.

who doesn't want to start off their weekend by laying their head on their boyfriend's chest while watching something on the tv?

"your chest is comfy," you muttered, wrapping your arms around jason as he ran his fingers through your hair.

"really?" he checked, wanting you to be absolutely comfortable. "are you sure?"

you nodded in reply. "yep, this is perfect," you said, sighing in content. "my very own pillow; the jay-tiddies."

chest vibrating as he laughed, jason looked down, smile widening as he met your eyes. his fingers continued to graze your scalp, both of you content in each other's embrace.

"oh, shut up," jason scoffed, pausing for a moment as you expected what his next words were. "i love you, you know, y/n? i love you so much."

you leant close, giggling as jason pressed his lips against yours. "and i love you so much more, jason peter todd." you muttered between your kisses.

yep, fridays are definitely your favorite.

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[evermoresversion]

ㅤ̸ ❛ 𝖩𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖳𝗈𝖽𝖽'𝗌 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍.

TOTAL WORKS: 4.

SPARKS FLY. Coming soon.

BABY. Jason adores you, but hates some of your taste in music, yet still sings those songs for you.

SOMETHING ELSE. You and Jason have known each other since you were little and have always been very close, attached at the hip, you feel more than a friendship for him, he feels the same but neither of you dares to say it out loud, let alone tell another, and that's where Gar and Rachel decide to step in.

'TIL DEATH DO US PART. Jason visits you in your apartment one day, after he died and revived.

CAN I HAVE THIS DANCE? He would always be there to fulfill your wishes. And if you wanted to dance in the rain then he would be the one to do it with you.

Make your requests right here or on the question box.

[redhairedwolfwitch]

DC's Titans Masterlist

Black Arrow

Donna Troy

In A Flash of the Electricity Shocking Confessions

[daemontargaryenwhore]

He couldn't afford to lose another kid knowing he's going to lose one just for the battle to end.

[foolsocracy]

anon sent an ask abt roy and garth but it vanished into thin air so this ones for you, wherever you are

[kentopedia]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ LEAVING LIPSTICK STAINS ON LEVI

fem!reader, sfw, fluff, you leave lipstick all over levi before a mission and the scouts find out, just something super cutesy & short while i work on some longer pieces hehe, pls ignore errors lol, 1.3k words

“promise you’ll come back in one piece?” you say, smoothing the wrinkle between levi’s brow with a kiss. 

he glances up at you from under his lashes, crinkling his nose as a short, breathy laugh escapes him, one he tries to subdue. still, he can’t deny the happiness that slips onto his features, not when joy is so fleeting because of the life that the two of you live. 

cold hands run across your back, down to your hips as you straighten his collar, kissing his sharp cheekbones, the bridge of his nose. “i’ve made it this far, haven’t i?” levi mutters, squeezing your sides gently before shifting you off of his lap.

he lifts you, sets you on the edge of his desk, causing some of the papers that erwin had dropped off earlier to crinkle. a smile graces your lips as levi stands, stretching his limbs behind him, the chair pushing away from the desk with a creak.

“i’m going to be late because of you,” levi remarks, eyes narrowed playfully, but he gives you another kiss on the lips, lingering there like it’s painful to pull away.

“then stop kissing me.” your hands splay across his chest, but you don’t push him away, feeling his heart beat under his ribcage, the melody that you will always come back to. still, levi tugs your hips forward, slots in between your legs, and kisses you even deeper. “it’s time for you to go, captain levi.” 

a heavy sigh weighs against your mouth, his exhale warm as he pulls back. “sounds like you want me gone.” 

“of course i don’t.” your voice softens as you play with his fingers for a moment, before he's tugging them away gently, withdrawing from your figure. “i'm going to have to find someone else to sleep next to while you’re away."

normally, you would’ve been going with levi and the rest of the scouts, but an injury from your last mission prevented you from going on any more for a few weeks. 

levi snorts, putting on his jacket, fixing the leather straps across his chest. “is that all i’m good for? killing titans and keeping your bed warm?”

you make a face at him, then shrug, half-hearted as he stares back at you with amusement. then, you laugh, cheerful and free; you know levi will come back to you. he has no other choice. 

levi makes his way towards the door. 

“levi?” 

he turns, the lipstick stains still visible on his cheek, dark against his pale skin. for a moment, you wonder if you should tell him—if he’d be mad if you didn’t. 

but then you remember he’s going to meet with a squad of fifteen year olds that have all almost died alongside him. if they really have a problem with their captain being loved by you, then they don’t care about him as much as you thought. 

you smile and shake your head, voice holding just enough mischief for levi to notice. “just be safe. i love you.” 

he softens. there are times where levi is hesitant to say the words, still worried you will be taken from him. but this is not one of those times. not when you will be separated for days, his life once again in danger. “i love you too, sweetheart.”

within ten minutes, levi is down to the first floor, pushing into the room where the members of his squad are already waiting. 

he’s only a minute late, but he feels like they must have been waiting for hours, the way that they are all gawking at him with wide eyes, connie’s jaw faltering slightly. “everyone here?” levi asks, doing a quick scan of the room, counting heads like he’s their babysitter. 

no one says anything. eren’s eyes look like they might bulge out of his head, and jean covers his mouth, looking away as him and sasha let out a stifled giggle. 

levi’s mouth draws into an even thinner line. “what the hell are you snickering about?" he grumbles, looking at each of them individually, wondering who will be the first to confess. 

their eyes dart away dramatically, faces red. even eren, who is normally more obnoxious than the rest, seems to have run out of words to say. 

his eye twitches; levi wonders if connie’s head might burst, or if sasha’s laugh will rip out of her first. 

“well?” levi asks again, snapping, already tired of this mission. a hot cup of tea sounds nice, in bed next to you.

armin, as usual, is the one to speak up when no one else has anything intelligent to say. “well, sir,” the blonde says, gesturing towards his own face. “i think…”

levi touches his cheek, remembering all the places you’d kissed him earlier, wearing that pretty black dress and your dark lipstick. a sigh leaves him when he pulls his fingers away, the tips coming back, smeared with a deep red. 

he should've known.

“i see," levi says, staring for a moment, before meeting eren's eyes, his lips finally widening into a grin.

“ooooh," eren sings, his expression smug as mikasa elbows him, her own features pinched tight. "the captain’s in looooove."

levi knows they are expecting a reaction, a spectacle of the fact that he adores you. but he’s never kept it a secret, and he’s certainly not ashamed of all the things he feels for you. 

“and what if i am?” levi asks instead, pointedly staring eren down as the rest of the scouts watch the exchange. “honestly, i am surprised no one noticed sooner.”

eren’s jaw falters a bit; a small wave of silence falls over the scouts. you and levi don't make a point of hiding your relationship, but really, levi shouldn’t have been surprised that no one in his squad was observant enough to notice. 

or so he thought, anyway.

historia’s smaller, high-pitched voice breaks up the quiet, repeating your name back to him, as if affirmation that you’re the one he kisses goodnight. a silly question really, considering levi has never looked at anyone else with the same kind of tenderness. 

“it is her, isn’t it?” historia asks, smiling softly. “i only know because you’re always holding hands under the table when you think no one can see.”

levi raises his eyebrow. “clearly we were wrong about that.” though, of all the things to notice, he thought it’d be the way you kiss him after every mission, the way he’s harder on you than anyone else because he doesn’t want to lose you.

eren shrieks your name like he’s never heard it before, and levi is starting to wonder if the boy actually is an idiot. his old squad had known immediately; petra caught you sneaking up to levi’s quarters when you thought everyone else was asleep, kissing him on the cheek when you thought everyone's back was turned. 

it’s been a long time since then, he supposes. maybe the years have taught you subtlety. 

“how long have you been together?”

“does she actually like you?” 

“do you—” connie makes a lewd gesture with his fingers. “you know.” 

“connie!” jean shouts, whacking him on the back of the head. “what do you think! dumbass.” 

“hey!" connie says, rubbing his head. “geez. i just can’t picture it.” 

"i’d rather you didn’t." levi’s face turns sour, disturbed by a room full of teenagers discussing his private and romantic life. “bring it up again and i’ll leave you outside of the wall on the next mission.” he pauses, crosses his arms with an exasperated exhale. “and she likes me just fine. at least, she has for the past five years.” 

“five—” 

a new wave of questioning starts and levi pinches his temples, shakes his head, the red smear of lipstick still on his face.

levi almost wishes you could’ve been there to field the questions instead. you’ve always been better with the kids, connected with them a lot easier than levi had.

even if it was would’ve exposed his lovesick eyes, the tiny lift of the corner of his mouth when you were around.

he’s never been very good about hiding it anyway.

[moechies]

“armin— gimme y’r c—cum . . “

you whine into armin’s neck, soft blonde locks tickling against your temples. “ ‘min . .”

“fuck— fuck, hold on,”

the poor boys loosing his composure, your warm soppy cunt warped gorgeously around his sore cock. he’s dizzy with the way you’re riding his taut cock, bouncing up and down his lap at a dragged pace, your chubby ass dropping against his meaty thighs before you lift your hips again.

“‘s good. so good— pretty—“

“‘minnn— cum in me ‘ready, please . .”

you sniffle, wrapping your arms tight around his neck. you press a wet his to the shell of his ear, feeling the man shiver below you with a low, sultry moan. “y’r big,” you cry, tossing your head back. “c—can’t anymore—!”

“no, you can. just a little more, a little more for ‘min, okay.” armin grumbles, mouth agape with his brows furrowed. his fingers dig into the chub of your hips, burning indents of his digits pressed into your skin — almost as if branding you.

“‘m gonna cum, baby. baby, don’t slow, please—“ he’s rambling. it’s your favorite part of fucking the weak, weak man — his stupid rambles against your chest, the apple of his palms traveling all across your body now and not merely still on your hips.

his left arm comes to wrap behind your body, pulling you in close until you feel his soft skin pressed up against yours. his right hand comes to palm at your naked breasts, fondling them so gently it’s turning them sensitive.

his arm wrapped around your back drops to the curve of your ass, armin’s middle finger tittering gently across your golden skin to press into your puckered ass.

you yelp, pussy twitching when you feel armin press the tip of his finger into the rim of your ass, mewling quietly as he shushes you,

“‘m—min . . y’r dirty . . dirty p—pervert.” you shake your butt a tad, the foreign fill unfamiliar.

“am . . i’m sorry baby, so, so sorry— don’t stop. please,”

his finger motions slightly, pumping erratically at the same pace of his cock impaling your pussy. you cry, soft pussy sore and aching. “min, min . . please . . “

“i know. please . . keep goin’ hun. inside to make it up to my baby? alrigh’?”

[gabstea]

Imagine riding Levi. He doesn’t say it, doesn’t admit it, but hell, he loves when you ride him.

His hands on your waist, guiding, then moving to your hips, where his fingers leave marks from how tight his grip is.

The way he nods as you grind, silently urging you to keep going. His eyes—those gray eyes—watch you with so much love and desire. Even if he wants to close them, he can’t. They’re half-lidded, glossy for some reason. And the little pants slipping from his lips... He doesn’t care if you are cumming on his cock, because the moment you stop—even if it’s just to catch your breath, his hand moves automatically to your neck, choking you and pulling your pretty face closer. His lips brushing your ear.

"Keep going, baby. We’re not done… keep fucking yourself." His husky voice cuts through the air, low, rough, breathless. It feels like a threat—a sinful one—that turns you into a damn puddle.

His other hand grips your hip, guiding you, helping you keep bouncing. It’s overwhelming, no matter if it’s your first orgasm of the night or the fifth, he has this way of making you a mess…

I headcanon Levi during intimate moments calling you 'baby', okay? Okay, hahaha

[ndglt]

I had to do dick justice and hide that enormous forehead

anyway here's my rendition of the cutest canon picture of the tween titans IT'S SO CUTE (if we ignore the context on why we see the picture)

[hanluex]

♡ MISSED YOU AND YOUR PRETTY LIPS — JASON TODD

bf!jason x gn!reader | wc : 0.4k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, suggestive, kinda making out (?), fluff, established relationship

“jason, what the fuck?!”

you whisper-yelled, resting your hand over your chest as you saw your boyfriend’s face outside your window.

“open this!” he mouthed, gesturing you to open your window. “hurry up!”

all sorts of alarms rang in your head, wondering why the fuck your boyfriend was not at your front door like a normal person but at your window — that too, at two in the morning.

“hey, what’s wrong?” you asked as you pushed open the frame, brows etched with worry. “is everything–”

before you could continue, jason smashed his lips against yours, taking you by surprise. he took full control of the kiss, blissfully sighing as he felt you kiss him back.

it hadn’t even been that long since he saw you, but oh, how he missed the taste of your lips.

"jay," you mumbled between the kisses, still confused. "what's going–"

you paused as you felt his hands on your waist, pulling you closer as you gave into the kiss completely.

jason merely smiled against your lips, the simple sensation of your lips against his sending him into overdrive. he turned his head, deepening the kiss as his hands moved to hold your hips tightly.

you simply complied, the intensity and passion behind his kisses making your stomach flip a thousand somersaults.

jason pulled away, a dazed smile on his face as he looked at you. "hey," he muttered, his raspy voice making your chest hurt with how good he looked.

"hey? it's two in the morning, love." you chuckled, shaking your head. "what's the occasion to be greeted like this?"

jason only smiled in response, his sparkly brown eyes filled with adoration, depriving you of every breath you tried to take.

he tried to reply to you. he really did.

but one look at the confused pout on your face, and he was leaning back in, pressing his lips against yours.

one time. two times. five times. ten times.

you couldn’t help but giggle at his antics, forcefully pulling yourself away from your boyfriend as you looked at him.

“jason todd,” you sternly said. “as much as i love your kisses, what’s going on?” you asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

with one last kiss on your lips, jason pulled away, a love-struck look on his face as he smiled at you, his eyes conveying more than he could ever say.

“it’s nothing, honestly. i just missed you and your pretty lips.”

taglist : @maverick-wingman (to be added, please send a dm or ask!)

[evermoresversion]

Hiiii i absolutely love your writing. The ‘baby’ jason todd fic is incredible!! Pls could i request a childhood friends to lovers with jason and reader where they have mutual feelings but are too afraid to confess because they’re afraid of ruining their friendship. Maybe they grew up together since diapers and are attached at the hip and everyone on the team knows they’re a pair that come together. Thank you so much xx

SOMETHING ELSE, JASON TODD.

A/N Hi sweetheart, thank you so much for your request. <3

PAIRING Titans!Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

TW/TAGS Best friends to lovers, pure fluff.

SUMMARY You and Jason have known each other since you were little and have always been very close, attached at the hip, you feel more than a friendship for him, he feels the same but neither of you dares to say it out loud, let alone tell another, and that's where Gar and Rachel decide to step in.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN | JASON'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

It was well known by everyone on the team that you and Jason were a combo. You were together all the time, after growing up together and living your whole lives together it was quite difficult to be away from each other.

That and that you were both in love with each other. And everyone could see it. Everyone except you and him.

You trained together, had breakfast, lunch and dinner together.

For the others, it was even maddening that you couldn't see that Jason was literally drooling over you and you looked at him with heartfelt eyes all the time.

Right now it was one of the very few times you weren't glued to each other.

"I'm telling you, y/n, he likes you, even more than that!" Rachel hurried to walk quickly behind you and you shook your head, stopping to look at her.

"Maybe I like him, maybe you're right, but I don't want to ruin what he and I have, it would be years and years of friendship thrown away, I couldn't bear it." you denied walking again and the purple haired girl snorted at your stubbornness.

"Well, at the end of the day it's your decision."

"I really doubt that she has feelings for me." Jason pointed at himself, making Gar sigh in denial. "More than just a friendship, at least."

"Jason you are just as blind as she is." The green-haired replied looking at him, he only turned around to get out of that situation.

"Whatever."

"We have to do something, Gar, I'm sick of both of them looking at each other with loving eyes and neither realizing what they're feeling." Rachel and Gar were in the dining room, making coffee while discussing their friends' love lives.

"I know, but it's not going to be easy." He warned looking at her.

"I know."

"You know we're about to intervene in their love lives and if it goes wrong we'll probably ruin their friendship of years, right?"

"Yes, I am aware of it." Rachel nodded looking at him with a small amused smile. Unlike Gar, he kept his lips in a thin line.

"Okay, let's do it then." They both nodded looking at the coffee. "But tomorrow because now I'm sleepy."

Rachel giggled looking at him.

"That musical group I told you is very good, you should listen to them too." You advised Rachel as the two of you walked towards the training room. She nodded, her gaze lost on the floor, which you thought was weird but you let it go.

When you finally got to the training room she stopped.

"Oh, I forgot something in my room, I'll be right back." And after that she ran off and you frowned watching her go but once again ignored it.

You walked towards the space where the fighting bags were and heard the door open.

"Wow, that was fast." You commented turning around and you saw that the one who was standing there was Jason, but he didn't see you since he was knocking on the door and yelling for Gar to let him out.

"You idiot, let me out, I don't even know why you're locking me in here!" he yelled once more and Gar's response left you frozen in place.

"It seems to me that you both need to talk about how you feel about each other." He answered from the other end and Jason just frowned.

"Feel about each other?" he muttered confused and you finally spoke.

"Hi, Jay." you could see how his shoulders tensed immediately when he heard your voice.

"Thank us later!" Rachel exclaimed and their footsteps were heard walking away.

"Uh, hey." he turned around and put his hands in the pockets of his pants. "What's up?" You couldn't help but let out a nasal laugh at his silly question.

"Looks like they're not going to let us out until we talk about... our feelings? Is that what he said?" you asked some dumbfounded and he nodded without saying anything.

"It's... it's complicated." He sighed and you nodded looking at him.

"Well, we have time." you answered letting out a subtle laugh and he nodded smiling.

"Since a couple of years ago I began to feel something for you, and not just friendship or affection but something else."

The more he explained, your heart the more it accelerated.

He took a couple of steps closer to you and seeing that you continued to look at him with the same affection, or even more, he took another couple of steps.

"You are an incredible person, and you have always been there for me when I needed it the most." He took your hand and for a moment you swore your heart was going to beat out of your chest from how fast it was beating at his confusion. "And if you let me, I want to be there for you too, and not just as best friends, but as a couple." He murmured the last word, looking at your intertwined hands and then at your eyes.

"Yes, I want." you nodded with an excited smile and he was not far behind either, the smile on his face showed everything he felt at that moment and his green eyes showed even more.

He took your cheek and looked through your eyes to see some doubt, but finding nothing he proceeded to kiss you, the first brush of lips that set off a bunch of fireworks on your chest and stomach.

The kiss was soft and affectionate, just as he could be with you and only with you.

"FINALLY! THE WAR IS OVER!" Gar exclaimed opening the door along with Rachel and you two laughed keeping your foreheads together.

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[http-tokki]

Levi comes up beside you, hand sliding over your waist to rest on your hip and hold you close.

"I don't know how to approach this so I'm going to break it down." there’s a hint of apprehension in his voice.

"Uhh, okay?" you're confused and look up at him to give him a look.

"You know I respect you right? and that I know you're not an object?" he waits for your answer.

A huffed laugh leaves you, "Yes? why, where are you going with this?'

"So thats been established. I don't see you as an object to possess or own?” another pause for your acknowledgment. " I just want to make that clear because I don't want to say anything that's gonna make you think that I own you or-

"Levi, what are you talking about?'

"There's a guy over there," he nods his chin in the direction of said man. "Who has been staring at you all night and I really don't like it and I wanted to talk to you about it but I didn't want you thinking I was being possessive. I just don't like the way he is looking at you, like he wants to own you or something but you belong to - wait never-mind, I just don't like it."

"Levi?"

"Yes, love?"

"Do you belong to me?"

He pauses for a moment to really think about how to answer you. "Yes, I think I belong to you."

"And do you think I belong to you?'

"Well, I like to, I hope you do."

"Then I do."

"But you know its not in a toxic way, I'm not being controlling.”

"Yes, baby I know, but for all intents and purposes, you belong to me and I belong to you.”

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: noncon/dubcon, bullying, reader wears glasses

♡ gn reader

Thinking about jock bully hunting you down after the bell rings...

You hurry – haphazardously shoving your books and pens into your bag before slinging it over your shoulder – ready to get out before the chimes are even done singing.

Thankfully, it seemed fine for now as you couldn't hear the roaring of buzzing students in the hallway just yet, only your own class packing up their belongings with movements rather lazy compared to yours. 

But you couldn't afford to take your time – even with the free period following the end of your class. You needed to leave before he could find you.

"Where’ you off to in such a hurry, Specs?"

You ought to have knocked on wood before finishing your thought – you admonished yourself with eyes squeezed tightly shut and a punishing bite to your lower lip.

It's funny – you winced – how his voice is so casual, so breezy and laidback, all cool and friendly – funny how it sends such spiky goosebumps down your spine.

You ignore him, trying to squeeze past him – quick and dexterous as you attempt to slip away and disappear out the door – maybe be so lucky to lose him in the crowd.

"Whoa, whoa- you tryna run off on me?" He joked. His large hands held up to block your way. 

You watch the rest of your classmates leave – leaving you to fend for yourself. But you couldn't really blame them… none of you wanted to explain new bruises to worried parents at home.

He was like a shark circling, and if he smelt blood in the water, you were as good as done for. And you were like an open cut.

"Now, what did I do to deserve a disappearing act, huh?" He pouted. His head tilted, blocking out the lights in the ceiling, shadowing his already scary face. 

You nearly squeaked instead of speaking. "Please- I- I-"

"Calm down, will yah?" He dismissed. Flashing you a wide smile – the one that nearly fooled you into believing he was a good and decent guy. "I ain't come to pick on yah…"

You didn't listen. Once again, you bravely tried to push past him with your bag squeezed tightly to your chest – trying to rush to the door.

But his size was like the door itself. Big and squared. Muscly and tough as he blocked your way effortlessly. Though, no less bothered with your insistent attempt at running away from him.

"Now, when I tell you to do something-" He laughed passive-aggressively as his hand reached out to clutch the handle on your bag, yanking you back. "You should perk up and listen, yeah? Use that head of yours for something useful for once."

His knee rode up between your thighs – making you whimper where you stood, caged between his thick arms and the desk behind you.

"Wouldn't wanna make me angry now, do yah?"

His breath tickled your face, and you bowed your head under his gaze – unable to take your eyes off of the veins flexing along his beefy arms as his large hands gripped the table’s edge, sleeves rolled up like usual – the sight of his knuckles whitening, making you queasy with unease.

You tried ducking away once again. "Please, I need to-"

But he just clicked his tongue at the measle effort. Cutting you off yet again. 

"You don't need to do anything but stand here and entertain me." He decided with a voice a bit more biting than before.

You jolted, your eyes round and wide as you looked back up into his glare.

He laughed out a lighthearted chuckle before his hand broke off from marring the desk – scratching the back of his neck with an apologetic smile – serving a small effort at easing your worries where you stood tense and rigid in your place in front of him.

"Thing is…” He started once again, his tone back to normal – or whatever he wanted you to think was his normal. “Coach is gonna kick me off the team if I don’t get my grades in order.” He explained. “So’s thinkin’ since you’re such a good little nerd, you wouldn’t mind helpin’ me out.”

His hand reached out to tickle your chin.

“M’sure havin’ a cute little nerd-tutor like you is exactly what I need.”

Your throat was so tight you thought you might just choke. “I don’t-”

“Good!” He boasted over your pitiful protest. “Since y’got nothin’ better to do, how ‘bout we just head straight for my dorm right now?” He asked – though you knew better than to think it was a question. “Le’me carry that for yah-”

He yanked your backpack from your chest, ripping it out of the tight hug before throwing it over his own shoulder.

“I can carry you too if yah want?” He posed – smirk loud on his face as he placed his large paws at your waist – followed quickly by you shooting your arms forward to shove him off in protest.

But though you thought you’d put in some strength behind it, the boy in front didn’t budge at all. 

He just arched a brow as though asking if that was really all you had. And you hoped dearly he couldn’t see how the stiff muscles of his shredded chest had actually strained your wrists instead.

“What do you say, short stuff?” He leaned in, his breath foggy on your glasses and hot on your cheeks, as his hands clawed themselves into the fat of your waist, pulling you off your feet just a bit.

“N- no, thank you.” You stuttered out, stumbling a bit as you braced yourself against him. Your eyes squished close as you bowed your head away from him in a mix of fear and embarrassment while you suppressed the mortifying feeling of nearly pissing yourself.

But the tall boy realized little of your inner turmoil – rather enjoying it as he scoffed out an amused laugh at you. “A'ight then, come on.”

He yanked you along – his large paw gripping your arm as you struggled to keep up with his long strides. Nearly needing to resort to jogging where you otherwise tripped when the gap between the two of you became so large you had to skip a step or two to catch up – and before you even realized it, you were already standing outside the boy’s dorm waiting for him to find his keys.

He unlocked the door and welcomed you inside with the same grace of a warden showing a prisoner to their cell – with the weight and breadth of his warm hand on the small of your back as he nudged you inside.

The room had an overwhelming dank scent of both bodyspray and sweat and other things you’d only expect to smell in a boy’s locker room.

“Yo.” Came another voice from inside.

“Sup, roomie.” Your bully replied lazily. Grinning at how you gripped his shirt, all but jumping into hiding behind him. 

You’re cute…

“Who’s that you got there?” His friend arched a brow at you, where you peaked at him from behind your bully’s sleeve.

“I’mma need the room.” He announced, not really answering the question.

The roommate then scoffed with a grin, beholding you with slim eyes for a moment, then scoffed once more before he got up to leave.

“Don’t hit the books too hard – Coach’ll have your ass if you don’t bring your A-game later.” He warned, pulling his gym bag up on his shoulder as he excused himself.

You looked around once he was gone, spotting dumbbells and other equipment – and quickly realized how there must be many more muscles beneath his shirt than what you’d already borne witness. 

“So- uhm-” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you awkwardly turned to the boy. “Where're your books?”

Your bully smiled, taking a casual step toward you. “My books?” He asked, nowhere near even trying to sound the least bit genuinely confused.

“Your- uhm...” You paused, feeling uneasy. “Textbooks?”

His smile sharpened. “That’s cute.” He mocked sweetly while buttoning up the small black buttons of his white uniform shirt, giving a flash of those muscles you’d been anxiously anticipating. “You actually thought we were gonna study?”

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Kirishima, Shigaraki, Dabi, Hawks ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Geto, Gojo, Naoya, Toji ♡ HQ – Kuro, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Sakusa, Miya twins, Tendou, Ukai ♡ AOT – Eren ♡ DS – Akaza, Sanemi ♡ WB – Togame

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

Full fic with smut available here:

[sunnystrikerz]

Mac and his scary titan privileges :]

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Hey, does anyone remember that one episode of the OG teen titans where it was that contest of champions or whatever? Becuase...

"Welcome, champions all! I am the Master of Games, and you are hereby invited to compete in the Tournament of the Strongest! Each of you have been specially chosen as the smartest and strongest each species has to offer."

"Hey, isn't that a fourteen-year-old?"

[mwagneto]

i'm sorry but i cannot stop thinking about it for reallll imagine you're richer than god and never had to face consequences for anything and you have so much money you don't even know what to do with it so you toss a quarter million at the stupidest tourism option on earth. and you see that the paper you have to sign tells you you could die and you look at the flimsy metal tube you're going to be plummeting into the ocean in and it doesn't even phase you because bad things don't happen to people like you. imagine some hours into the journey you realise something is wrong. maybe not you but somehow the knowledge that there was a fuckup becomes known to the 5 of you trapped in there. and you know you can't get out from the inside and you know you have no food and no bathroom and not even the room to ever stand up again. when does the realisation that your wealth cannot protect you from your inevitable mortality set in. how does someone like that reconcile with both death and the fact that it's 100% their own doing? can someone like this even come to terms with that or will they be fighting to find someone to blame until the last second? when does it reach you that all 5 of you are going to die one by one and there's nothing you can do? does the fact that 5 of you have enough air until thursday but one of you could have enough air until at least next week ever cross anyone's mind.