#my writing !🏛️🧁

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something about jason todd with a touchy!reader s/o is literally so yummie.

You’ve got him on his stomach, regrettably, he thinks, as you watch the hills and divots of his muscles roll and flex as he gets comfortable. The scarred herculean expanse of his back is exposed to you as you sit on his butt.

“Dunno why I agreed to this,” he frowns, not bothering to move his head, unmuffling his musings.

He really doesn’t; ten minutes ago you two were having a very civil discussion (read: arguing) about something or other. Next thing he knew, he was in your bed, on his stomach, half naked and under you.

“Cause you like me,” you sing, breaking him from his thoughts, as you drag manicured fingers up his back, pressing into his taut muscle, deftly massaging each sore part of him.

“You like this. ‘S okay to admit it,” you add.

He gives a noncommittal noise that gets cut off by a strangled gasp when he feels your hands pressing into the upper muscles of his back.

There’s a deep discomfort that settles in his stomach; he’s never been touched so lovingly, not without hidden motives tainting said touch. He isn’t sure if he should push you off him or beg you to keep going.

You hum as you work his muscles, letting his inconsistent breathing and occasional gasps guide you.

You continue rubbing him down, occasionally pausing to apply more shea butter to your hands before resuming your work.

You reach up to his neck, as he sighs. You press just a hair harder, feeling a knot loosen at the pressure. Jason inhales, trying to steel himself from any possible reaction.

Regardless of his efforts, a low “Fuck,” reverberates through his chest. He internally frowns at the sound of his low whine, sounding like a wounded animal. He reddens as he hears himself, internally cringing at his neediness, at your willingness, and the intimacy of it all.

“That was pretty,” you murmur, teasing lilt in your voice. He’s fighting the urge to shut down this moment of vulnerability the two of you are sharing. You know he’s really pushing himself, so you try to keep the extra teases locked away for another day, another less intense moment.

You shut yourself up, instead focusing your attention to Jason’s expansive back. You press harder in the same spot, shameless in your attempt to illicit more noises from him as you whisper, “Give me another.”

He shudders, giving a shaky exhale as he composes himself.

“You’re evil,” he grumbles, despite almost leaning up into your touch.

“So evil,” You smile, “Totally evil.”

Not once does your touch on his back falter. He hums in agreement, softly smiling into a pillow.

“Incredibly evil,” Jason sighs. “Lucky I like your evil ass.”

“Aw,” you say, “Red’s finally going soft. I got you up under me and now you don’t know how to act. ”

Jason can hear the smile in your words. Choosing to ignore it, he closes his eyes and focuses solely on your touch.

“Yeah,” He mumbles, before pausing to consider his words, “Goin’ real soft, only for you.”

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oh....... nun j thinking about ROCKSTARBF!HOBIE.

ROCKSTARBF!HOBIE who can't tour without you. You're his lucky charm, and he says his shows are "utter shite" without you. The two of you have a routine, 3 kisses, one on his throat, the second for his nose, and the last for his lips. He doesn't say so, but he expects his 3 kisses for every show.

ROCKSTARBF!HOBIE who always wraps a ringed hand around your jaw when you kiss him, holding you steady. He slips off one of your own rings to put it on a silver chain he wears around his neck and rarely takes off. He says it's another lucky charm of his.

ROCKSTARBF!HOBIE who plays riffs for you and writes lyricless love songs for you. His riffs border on apocalyptic with how angelic they can sound, when he plays songs that remind him of you, like neo soul and rnb.

ROCKSTARBF!HOBIE who teaches you guitar as you're seated in his lap, his lengthy arms hanging over yours as he moves your hands along the frets. He gives you soft songs of praise as you play, saying things like "Doin' so good, sweet ting you are," and "That's it, my girl, keep on it," even if you're shit at it.

ROCKSTARBF!HOBIE who lets you wear his punk jewelry, despite it not matching your current aesthetic at all. Hobie loves the fact that the jewelry is so clearly his, because it tangibly ties the two of you together.

ROCKSTARBF!HOBIE who cant keep his hands off you. Whether it’s linking pinkies, his hands wrapped around his waist, or his hand in your back pocket, he needs to be touching you. He’s all teasing touches and soft smirks, no matter who’s around to see you two.

ROCKSTARBF!HOBIE who naps with you backstage before shows. His hands are holding you tight to him as he snoozes, occasionally shuffling his shoulders to get more comfortable. Hobie doesn’t do labels, but his band can totally tell that y’all go together. Real bad.

no thoughts. just ROCKSTARBF!HOBIE.

#hobie brown x reader #astv hobie #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x black!reader #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown headcanons #spider punk x black reader #spider punk x black!reader #spider punk x you #spider punk x reader #spider punk x y/n #my writing !🏛️🧁

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ok ok anyways imagine miguel coming home from work, dead tired.

he enters your shared apartment, eyes tired and shoulders slumped.

you’re doing the dishes, your back turned to him as you feel him come up behind you, pressing himself into you.

“hey, mama,” he rumbles, lips tickling your neck.

you hum, letting his arms engulf you as you finish the dishes. “how was work, baby?”

you can feel him frown at the mention of his workday. you hate how stressful his job is on him, forcing him to work late hours into the night, in tandem with his job as spider-man.

“you know how it is, amorcita,” he sighs, letting his hands fall to your hips, rubbing comforting circles in them. “estoy tan estresado… pero like, that’s just my life,” he chuckles, the sound warming every part of you.

miguel spins you toward him, taking a gentle hand to caress your face. “dame un besito,” he slurs.

you blink, processing what he’s saying. “ask nicely, love.”

“dame un besito, mami. porfavor. te extraño. te quiero.”

you kiss him as his strong, stocky body becomes pliant in your hands. he lets out a strangled moan, muffled by your lips on his. tonight’s gonna be a long night.

#miguel o'hara #my beloved #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara imagine #spiderman 2099 #MEOWING FOR THIS MAN FUCKKKK #my writing !🏛️🧁

[katsumox]

unnnngh dick grayson inna club,, dick grayson inna club hnnnghhhh

anyways imagine…

It’s dark and the sweet scent of alcohol mixed with various colognes in the club one of your friends has dragged you to. The music is loud, and you can feel the bass in your bones as you squint, allowing your eyes to adjust to the low light in the space.

As your girls drag you to the dance floor, a pair of blue eyes follow you. The stranger shamelessly drinks you in as you whine to the beat, holding hands with one of your girls as you do. His eyes snap up to your face as he sense your eyes on him.

You lock eyes with him as you whine, silently willing him to come over. He’s tall, tanned, with dark hair and a silver chain around his neck. His shirt is slightly open, exposing the muscles of his chest.

“Girl, you better go get that,” your friend murmurs in your ear, flashing you a knowing smile.

You give her a two finger salute, before looking back to him, inviting him into your space.

He eagerly takes the hint, making his way from the bar to the space behind you. You can tell he’s trying to be respectful, he’s leaving a few inches of space between the two of you as he watches you twirl your hips, hands itching to touch you.

You nod at him, pushing yourself back on him as the song switches to something slower, more sensual.

Your hips start, then stall.

“Dance how you want,” The stranger rumbles in your ear, “I’m following your lead, baby.”

You smile at that, twirling your hips to the slow but steady beat. The energy between the two of you is intimate. His left hand is in the crease of your thigh and hip while his right hand holds you flush to him.

“That’s it, baby,” he coos, “Put it on me. I can handle it,” he encourages. You can hear the smile in his words as you arch into him.

You’re engulfed by his entirety. His lithe figure dwarfs yours as he presses himself into you, and the scent of his expensive cologne seeps into your skin as you dance with the stranger.

As your dress rides up your thighs, he’s quick to pull it back down. His fingers rest on the hem of your dress as he rests his head on your neck.

“Song seems to be ending,” he muses, soft voice like velvet in your ear, “Can I buy you a drink?”

“‘M not sure… can you?” You smile, eyebrows raised.

“May I,” he corrects himself, rubbing smooth circles into the swell of your hips.

You turn from him as his hands move to hold your waist, as you nod at him. His hands slide down to the small of your back as he flashes you a charming smile.

“Let’s go then, sweetheart.”

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[katsumox]

hihi!! idk if ur reqs are still open but :,) thinking about jason coming back from a really bad patrol, like he's all bloody and bruised and shit. cleaning him up even when he insists he's fine and kissing his bruises, just like a lot of comfort. sorry if this makes no sense LMAOO i've never requested something before!! tysm for reading have a nice day <33

thank u for the request my love !!!!!! reqs for jason r always open<333

this is roommate!verse because hngghhhhhh okay anyways !

“Oh honey, I’m home,” a sarcastic modulated voice rings out from the balcony. You don’t even have to look up from your spot on the couch to know it’s Jason.

“Don’t ask me where the redheads are,”he continues, “Thing one and two are off doing… fuck if I know.”

His voice is tight with irritation and poorly disguised pain as he all but limps into the living room.

Your eyes widen at his state before your mind settles into work mode.

“Shirt. Off now,” you say, jogging to the bathroom for the med kit stashed under the sink.

“No warm welcome, huh,” Jason teases as he tosses his helmet to the ground. He hisses as he tugs off his shirt, exposing the bruise-littered expanse of his musculature.

“I’m fine,” he rumbles, “No life threatening cuts or nothin’. Just…” he trails off with a sigh as you apply the cold antiseptic to his wounds.

He shuts himself up, despite the quiet whines of discomfort clawing at his throat. He watches you work as he fights the urge to snake a hand around your waist and keep you there, pressed snugly into him.

“Just one more,” you mutter, tapping at the gash near his jaw, “Wonder Woman bandaid?” You ask, looking up at him with those big doe eyes.

He grunts in confirmation, eyes flitting from your form to something off in the distance.

“Let me kiss it better,” You coo as you press the bandaid to his jaw.

Jason frowns as he looks around the apartment’s living room. It’s dark and empty, save for the two of you.

“Thought we couldn’t do the whole PDA thing in shared spaces,” he rumbles, a smirk playing on his lips, “You’re breaking the rules.”

“Fuck rules,” You hum, “No one gives a shit about rules.”

You press a kiss to Jason’s jaw, right next to the bandaid.

“Fuck rules,” Jason parrots, slinging his strong arms across your hips.

You kiss the J shaped scar on his face before standing on your tip toes to let your lips ghost the yellowing bruise under his eye.

He exhales, watching you intently as you press feathery kisses down his bruised neck and collarbones.

His eyes stay glued to your lips as you kiss the now-scarring wound on his shoulder.

“Yeah,” Jason airily murmurs to no one in particular, “No one gives a shit about rules.”

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[katsumox]

boyfie texts with jason todd !!

in my head he’s such a dry texter…. but he picks up on emoticons and ur slang !! <3 he’s such a boyfriend like ugh i love him🤧😩🫶🏾🌸🎀

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domestic moment with bf!hobie <3

hobie brown x black reader. he loves u so bad its sickening. was a blurb but i’m obsessed with this man so it’s kinda long lol.

"Anyway, 's not stupid. 'S oxymoronic," you pout, rummaging through your makeup bag.

Your Erykah playlist is ringing through your small shared flat in south London. You pull your bohemian braids back into a ponytail before continuing your search.

"Dunno what that means, love," Hobie drawls as he picks at his nails, "Besides, thought you was gonna do my eye-black or whatever, seems you're chattin' me up instead, yeah?"

"Whatever, Bibi," you smile, finally finding your liner. "And you know what an oxymoron is, you ain't dumb. Sit."

"Oh my days," Hobie mutters, fighting the smirk creeping across his face, "Can't believe you've got me following orders. Get on with it, then," he says as he sits on the loveseat.

He's fiddling with the chipped black paint on his nails again as he watches you size up his face, fingers posed like a picture frame.

You huff, two-toned lips poked out in thought. You open the liquid liner, and as you're about to do the first line of black on his eyelid-

Hobie's deep voice breaks your concentration.

"Babes. Don't fuck me up now, yeah?" He hums, looking up at you as you purse your glossy lips, head cocking to the side.

"Can't concentrate if you can't keep your mouth shut."

He smirks at your slight attitude before retorting, "Sides, you're not close enough, innit? Come sit with me," He says, patting his thighs.

You sigh as you grip the liner pen with your teeth, sinking down on his lap. His arms reflexively come to rest loosely around your waist, as his fingers drum out nameless little beats on the meat of your hips.

"Go on then, love," Hobie encourages as you raise the pen, finally making the first marks of eyeliner across his dark eyes.

"Aw shit," You mutter, looking at his liner, "Fucked it up a bit, but I'll..." You trail off as you feel the intensity of Hobie's stare.

“You’ll what, babe,” he rumbles, low eyes trained on yours.

“Smudge it,” you mutter, as Hobie tucks a loose braid behind your ear. “…Finna smudge it out.”

Hobie’s eyes flicker from yours to your lips as his ringed hand holds your jaw. His lips part, his gaze never leaving yours as he runs his thumb over your cheek.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, Bibi?”

“You,” he drawls, pulling your jaw downward, towards him.

His lips are on yours, one hand still cradling your jaw as the other rubs comforting circles into your hip. Your acrylics are scratching at his neck as he presses you impossibly closer to him, smiling into your kisses.

“Gotta finish… Lemme finish, Bibi,” you breathe into the kiss.

“Kay, then,” he hums, “Hurry, wanna keep snoggin’ you.”

You giggle at his honesty, taking the pad of your thumb to smudge his liner. After a moment, you lean back, analyzing your work.

“You so pretty, Bibi,” you mutter, softly squeezing his cheek.

“You’re talkin’,” Hobie rumbles, chucking your chin, “Pretty ting like you, callin’ me pretty.”

His lips are shiny, covered in the brown gloss and lip liner from your kisses. His fingers never stop rubbing soft circles in your hips as he looks up at you.

“Give the pretty girl another kiss,” You demand, hastily tacking on a “Please.”

Hobie snorts at your demand, pierced eyebrow cocked in question.

“You think you give orders round here?”

You raise your brows in turn, watching and waiting.

Hobie huffs in feigned exasperation.

“Alright then, fine. Fine,” he sighs, “Not doing it ‘cause you told me to. ‘M doin’ it ‘cause I like snoggin’ leng tings like you.”

He kisses you again, sighing sweet nothings into the kiss.

#astv hobie #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x black!reader #spider punk x you #spider punk x reader #spider punk x black!reader #spider punk x y/n #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x y/n #spider punk x black reader #my writing !🏛️🧁

[katsumox]

“skinny dip in your mind, i’m in love… i’m in LOVE.”

the roommate series.

an ongoing loosely chronological collection of stories detailing your situationship (possibly future relationship ??) with jason todd.

the beginning.

hurting.

almost caught. (coming soon !)

“hands on your knees, i’m ANGELINA JOLIE.”

#batboys x you #jason todd #jason todd x reader #batboys x reader #batboys x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x black!reader #my writing !🏛️🧁 #posting this now bc too many drafts makes me anxious