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HANAHAKI DISEASE + jason todd; 2.8k
you're his only cure...
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🏷️ cw/tags: sfw, fem!reader, angst, happy ending, hanahaki disease, dialogue heavy, not proofread
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He sees the way you and Dick talk. The way you laugh together, smile together, leave together. He hates the way Bruce or Tim or Barbara make quips about how you guys were clearly meant for each other and it splits his heart. It’s not like you necessarily spent more time with Dick, but he just knew, deep inside his tormented head that was once silent and cold and dead, that you valued your time with him a great deal less than you did with his brother.
You’re all standing around the Bat-computer, he’d notice the iridescent blue glow softening your features and the way your eyes retained a certain colour, newer and just as pretty as before, discussing whatever mission you had been on. He can’t even focus, was it Riddler or Penguin? His brain complete static surrounding the image of you, and just you, before Barbara (now Oracle) asks your small select team of three a question in regard to your mission. A question directed at all of you. So why did you two have to sideline him like that? Have to completely forget that he was there…
“Ten crates.” You and Dick both say at the same time. You turn and smile at each other, Dick puts his large hands up in anticipation for a double high-five. Your grin is wide and you jump up to reach. The sound is crisp and clean, and just as the high-five connects, he locks hands with you, brings them down to your sides and kisses your cheek loudly.
“Dick!” You’d yell out, scrunching your eyes and smiling sweetly.
“Cut it out, lovebirds.” Oracle would eyeroll.
The whole team turns instantly at the sudden hacking and coughing from Jason. His hand balled into a fist trying to cushion the sound, his shoulders jerking as the, unbeknownst to him, flowers clog his airways. “Jesus, Jason.” The world is fuzzy and his eyes water, can’t even tell whose voice that came from.
“God, go to the kitchen! Get some water.” Barbara points, and though she’s helping, it feels like to Jason she’s shooing him off. He wanted to hear something like your voice offering to take him, or just to immediately follow behind him. But that doesn’t happen. And he leaves for the bathroom instead.
The buzzing from the cold, white light sounds so eerie to him. He grabs each side of the sink and stares at the drain, sure that something will come out. Maybe blood, or mucus or vomit but instead, these deep purple bellflowers come out, sprinkled with splatters of blood. The petals are wrinkled and the flowers are mostly closed. He reaches in, touches them and paints his fingertips red. There’s a lot of them and he rubs them between his finger and thumb, “What the fuck…” He can only whisper to himself.
Poison? Magic? Maybe Ivy’s doing? He’d been on a mission dealing with her last week so maybe the effects were delayed or whatever it was that this is. He rubs a fake palm at his chest as the options whiz through his mind, his pragmatism becoming more desperate and flawed with each thought and every possibility.
There’s a little knock that comes from the door. It’s your voice. “Jason, are you okay?” You sound frightened, and even pitiful. He wants to open the door, let you in to both his heart and the room but then he hears another voice, his brother’s voice, and it’s not even talking to him, it’s talking to you.
“You think he’s alright?” His deeper voice asks.
“I don’t know, Dick. But you saw how he was coughing—“ His hack starts again, wheezing and desperate for a window of air. The flowers are red this time, still bellflowers, but dipped in blood rather than just merely splattered.
It hits him. There’s only one reason. And it’s because he can’t have you, you don’t think of him the way he does of you, dream of him the way he does of you, touch yourself the way he does…to you.
He looks up slowly. Stares at his wicked reflection in the mirror, pale and sweaty, pupils blown full like he’s just done a line. He breathes in sharply and washes his face, splashes some cold water on it a few times before washing and during his hands. He opens the door. It’s just you out there.
“God, are you alright—“
“I’m fine.” He cuts you off, you’re met with that familiar iron wall he’d put up. No matter how much of a good time you’ll have with him, it always feels like you’re starting at square one with him whenever he does that. But you swallow your pride, and hold your tongue, you know how boys can get in general, let alone Jason.
“I know you’re not,” he stays staring down at you, watches the way your eyes are fixated on him, and for a moment, he feels alleviated, like the presence of the flowers are all gone. “Let me help you.” His eyes flick to the empty space next to you, his voice monotone.
“Where’s Dick?”
“Ugh, I don’t know,” you say slightly irritated, kind of grumpy, you didn’t want him to change the subject. “He said he was gonna get Alfred or something.” You dismiss, try to hold on to his hand, worried it might be worse than what he’s leading on. “Please, Jason. It’s me.” Your voice slightly cracks when you say ‘It’s me’ and it paws at his heart, makes him feel bad for you even though he’s the one suffering, little did he know that you thought of your relationship with him as paramount to your one with Dick. Only your friends outside of the Bat family knew, and even then, you didn’t even tell them his name. Just this guy that you’ve sort of had a crush on for a few years now and you’re scared that you’re growing apart. You were so close when you were younger.
He’ll admit, it did feel nice for you to touch him like that but he just can’t give himself false hope and he sighs, tries to let you down easy, “I told you, I’m fine. I…” he tries to search for a word he’s okay with blemishing, not ‘swear’ or ‘promise’ but something not as...poetic. Before he can even think, you cut his train of thought. A little angry.
“Okay. Sure, let’s just not tell me anything again as you usually do. Fuck sake.” That last part was to yourself, breathy and a little bit crestfallen. Did he really not trust you enough with the truth? Is that how far you’ve grown apart?
As you turn your back to leave you feel his heavy hand on your shoulder, “Wait.” You turn around, hopeful he’ll open up. He stares at you, though this was his habit of when his cogs were turning. He gives in.
You give him a begging look, wide eyes pleading. “Please, Jason.” You say softly, so only the two of you could hear.
“Let’s go outside.”
You’re both leaving together and as you do you call out to Barbara, “Tell Dick we’re just going on a walk.” He winces at his name, “Don’t. Bother us.” You stare at Tim, “That goes twice for you.” He nods, chirpy.
Out the door, then out the gates, there’s now newfound freedom. It’s dark but the wind is absent so the air is still. The thick swirls of grey-white in the sky warn of forthcoming rain. “Shit, I think it’s gonna rain.”
“We can head back inside if you want.” He shrugs.
You smile, “You’re not getting rid of me that easy. And besides,” you lean into him briefly, intimately, dropping your voice, “It’s been a while since we’ve been alone together.”
“Cuz you’re always with that new boyfriend of yours.”
Your mouth hangs open as your jaw goes slack, remnants of a smirk still evident on your face, “He is not my boyfriend. God, why does everyone think that?” He hates that you immediately knew who he was referring to, though it’s so painfully obvious.
“You’re always with him, that’s why.”
“So? What happened to being friends? I can be friends with people you know.”
“I know.” He states clearly, looks at you for the first time and watches your face before he turns back to face the path.
You chuckle, “Whatever.”
The small then heavy sound of footsteps becomes obvious to you when silence falls on your conversation. A few hums of loud motorcycle engines peppered with birds’ singsong trills.
“Let’s go down here!” You excitedly say. It’s a pathway with so many flowers and trees that Mother Nature herself could reside there. It’s also where you and Jason would skip school a lot just to sit and talk for hours. “We haven’t been in so long.” He merely shrugs and you pull his arm to follow you, though no encouragement is needed for that. He’d follow you to the end of time.
Your footsteps are crunchy now, sticks and leaves scattered all about till you reach the bench you’d always sit on. Sakura tree umbrella. It always smelled so nice. “God, it hasn’t changed one bit.”
You sit down first then Jason. You smile at him and kick your feet a little, let them sway in the small distance they have from the ground, before pulling them up and sitting comfortably to face him. “So…” You start.
“So…” he copies.
“Ugh, Jason. Come on.” You hastily say, desperate smile now leaving your face. You’re worried look returning. “I’m listening.”
“I’m…” he looks at the ground when he starts but spots you move closer to face him when he begins, quickly made alert. He sighs, doesn’t know how to approach it without sounding crazy.
“Mhm?” You hum, sweet and soft and dulcet. A reminder as to why he loved you. You were always just so keen and present and had these ways of getting to him he couldn’t understand why.
“I’m coughing up…flowers.” The ground completely occupies his eyes, he doesn’t dare to face you till he does, until you make him at least, softly bringing his face to yours with your gentle, caring hands. His eyes are big like a deer’s and he looks so beautiful. You wanna push at the boundaries, brush his lip, kiss his mouth—breathe his air. But you stop yourself, and slowly remove your hand.
“Do you think it’s Ivy?”
“I thought I did but…mmm,” he sighs, makes a giving up gesture with his hands, “Doesn’t make sense.”
“We’ll go to a doctor. I’ll tell Bruce.”
“Don’t tell that asshole anything.” He dismisses, looks away from you and back down at the ground.
“Well what do you want me to do, Jason?” You say slightly, very slightly, raising your voice, worry crease still slotted between your brows.
“I’ll figure it out. I’ll run an analysis or, I don’t know, do a ton of research.” He’s searching for his words as he speaks, unrehearsed. You pick up on it.
“What’s wrong with going to a doctor? I won’t say anything to Bruce.”
By this point, he’s sure that this isn’t something a doctor could cure. This is something psychological. But somehow also physical. His gut tells him that it’s you, or the lack thereof and it sounds ridiculous in his head but it’s the only thing that lines up with the evidence. It’s you.
“No. A doctor won’t help.”
“A doctor won’t help?” You repeat, exasperated. “What do you mean, ‘a doctor won’t help?’”
“It just won’t!” He raises his voice a little, “Trust me,” he says to himself.
“Don’t keep me in the dark here, Jason. At least tell me why.” You reason.
“I can’t.”
“God, why!?”
“I just can’t!” He raises his voice like before. “I just…can’t. Please respect that.” He says softer.
You sigh and back off, feels like you’re at a dead end, and stare up at the sky, and how the pink blossomed tree covers most of it. You hear the click of a lighter to your right and shift to see Jason lighting up a cig.
“Thought you quit.” You say, watching him.
He holds the cigarette between his two fingers, shakes his head no with it stuck between his teeth then sucks and blows away from you.
“When’d you start?” You ask, somber.
“Now.” He says, clearly. You laugh and shake your head, you did always love his dry humour, how he’d keep his face deadpan no matter how funny he knew he was. Though this time, he smiles. Not big, but small and honest.
“I’m disappointed, I can’t lie.” You say.
“You always say this and then ask for one too.”
“You’re right. Can I have one?” Right on que, you reply.
He shakes his head and you drop your jaw in feigned shock. “Really?” You ask.
He nods once, “You just berated me for smoking one.”
“I did not berate you. I just said I was disappointed.” You’re almost flirting, almost.
“Yeah, well,” and he mumbles half-heartedly to himself. You scoff, light-hearted, but still a scoff nonetheless and face forward, before you hear some rustling to your right again and he hands you a cigarette. You smile bright and take it from him.
“Thank you!” Your voice high pitched, slot the stick between your fingers before looking at him, he flicks his lighter on before cupping it and slowly lighting your cig. You breathe in; smoke, and let the cloud out.
Silence fills the air between you two and you relish in it briefly. Watch the sky get darker and the clouds get pulled apart. “We were lucky,” you gesture with the cig between your fingers up to the sky, “It was defo going to rain.”
“Mmm.” He hums.
More silence passes and this time Jason starts: “Can I ask you a question?” You perk up.
“Sure, anything.”
“If you and Dick are just friends then how come you flirt all the time. I mean like…” He swallows, “Do you like him or something?” He feels the flowers growing in his throat, ready to burst out depending on your answer.
“Oh my god, can’t a girl just have some fun?” You pull from your cigarette once more before putting it out, let it fall to the ground. “I don’t like Dick in that way. I really don’t. But Jesus, I’m young. I like that there aren’t any consequences to my actions. It’s just me being silly.”
“How come you don’t flirt with me like that?” The question strikes you in your heart and you’re taken aback a bit, confused face on and everything. Does he know that you like him? Is it that obvious?
“Why are you asking? You jealous?” You challenge.
“Kind of, yeah.” He honestly remarks and your confused face drops into something kinder.
“Oh.” His heart is beating against his chest like crazy, it feels like an entire forest is growing in his lungs, sprouting then blooming almost instantly till they are all inevitably sure to come out.
It’s a stupid question and you okay with your fingers to soothe yourself, “Um, why are—why are you jealous?” You stutter.
“Cuz I liked you first.” He smoothly says, eyes staring into yours, so much so that your face can’t take it, your cheeks feel like a hot oven and you look down briefly, though his eyes follow you.
And then you pick your head back up and you give him back the same energy, still a little starstruck and your voice is now whispery. You glance down at his lips briefly then back up to his staring eyes, subconsciously you bring your face closer.
“What about now?” You ask, quietly.
He glances at your lips, shameless with his stare then looks back up with his smaller eyes, holding back his lunging cough, scared you’ll kill him. He takes the leap of faith and jumps: “The same.”
You lean in closer and flick between his eyes, search for any cruel game he might be playing and your lips are just a few centimetres away from connecting. “Don’t you dare make me regret this, Jason Todd.” You finally close the gap, satisfy and cool his burning lungs, his beating heart. He cradles your face after a few seconds, feels your neck, meets the beginning of your hair and kisses back so wantonly and desperately. You bring yourself over to sit on his lap, only a few pieces of clothing forcefielding between yourselves, and grab and rake his hair, swallowing his air and kissing him so deeply. When you pull apart, Jason’s hand still rubbing your back up and down, your foreheads meets and you gracefully admit, “I’ve had a crush on you since highschool.”
“Since highschool?” He smiles, feels the clearness of his throat and how good oxygen tastes.
You nod once, “Since highschool.” Your smile emulating his.
He clasps at the back of your head and goes all puppy like on you, his smile so deep that his eyes become slits. “I feel better now. You’re my cure.”
You roll your eyes light-heartedly but give in, “I guess I am.”
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I love ur writing sm so I was wondering if you could pls pls pls write about Jason experiencing Hanahaki disease because he is so in love w the reader but thinks she just views him as a partner for missions/friend. You can make it angsty or fluff, up to you :)
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HANAHAKI DISEASE + jason todd; 2.8k
you're his only cure...
based on this ask!
🏷️ cw/tags: sfw, fem!reader, angst, happy ending, hanahaki disease, dialogue heavy, not proofread
ೀ masterlist ೀ requests ೀ
He sees the way you and Dick talk. The way you laugh together, smile together, leave together. He hates the way Bruce or Tim or Barbara make quips about how you guys were clearly meant for each other and it splits his heart. It’s not like you necessarily spent more time with Dick, but he just knew, deep inside his tormented head that was once silent and cold and dead, that you valued your time with him a great deal less than you did with his brother.
You’re all standing around the Bat-computer, he’d notice the iridescent blue glow softening your features and the way your eyes retained a certain colour, newer and just as pretty as before, discussing whatever mission you had been on. He can’t even focus, was it Riddler or Penguin? His brain complete static surrounding the image of you, and just you, before Barbara (now Oracle) asks your small select team of three a question in regard to your mission. A question directed at all of you. So why did you two have to sideline him like that? Have to completely forget that he was there…
“Ten crates.” You and Dick both say at the same time. You turn and smile at each other, Dick puts his large hands up in anticipation for a double high-five. Your grin is wide and you jump up to reach. The sound is crisp and clean, and just as the high-five connects, he locks hands with you, brings them down to your sides and kisses your cheek loudly.
“Dick!” You’d yell out, scrunching your eyes and smiling sweetly.
“Cut it out, lovebirds.” Oracle would eyeroll.
The whole team turns instantly at the sudden hacking and coughing from Jason. His hand balled into a fist trying to cushion the sound, his shoulders jerking as the, unbeknownst to him, flowers clog his airways. “Jesus, Jason.” The world is fuzzy and his eyes water, can’t even tell whose voice that came from.
“God, go to the kitchen! Get some water.” Barbara points, and though she’s helping, it feels like to Jason she’s shooing him off. He wanted to hear something like your voice offering to take him, or just to immediately follow behind him. But that doesn’t happen. And he leaves for the bathroom instead.
The buzzing from the cold, white light sounds so eerie to him. He grabs each side of the sink and stares at the drain, sure that something will come out. Maybe blood, or mucus or vomit but instead, these deep purple bellflowers come out, sprinkled with splatters of blood. The petals are wrinkled and the flowers are mostly closed. He reaches in, touches them and paints his fingertips red. There’s a lot of them and he rubs them between his finger and thumb, “What the fuck…” He can only whisper to himself.
Poison? Magic? Maybe Ivy’s doing? He’d been on a mission dealing with her last week so maybe the effects were delayed or whatever it was that this is. He rubs a fake palm at his chest as the options whiz through his mind, his pragmatism becoming more desperate and flawed with each thought and every possibility.
There’s a little knock that comes from the door. It’s your voice. “Jason, are you okay?” You sound frightened, and even pitiful. He wants to open the door, let you in to both his heart and the room but then he hears another voice, his brother’s voice, and it’s not even talking to him, it’s talking to you.
“You think he’s alright?” His deeper voice asks.
“I don’t know, Dick. But you saw how he was coughing—“ His hack starts again, wheezing and desperate for a window of air. The flowers are red this time, still bellflowers, but dipped in blood rather than just merely splattered.
It hits him. There’s only one reason. And it’s because he can’t have you, you don’t think of him the way he does of you, dream of him the way he does of you, touch yourself the way he does…to you.
He looks up slowly. Stares at his wicked reflection in the mirror, pale and sweaty, pupils blown full like he’s just done a line. He breathes in sharply and washes his face, splashes some cold water on it a few times before washing and during his hands. He opens the door. It’s just you out there.
“God, are you alright—“
“I’m fine.” He cuts you off, you’re met with that familiar iron wall he’d put up. No matter how much of a good time you’ll have with him, it always feels like you’re starting at square one with him whenever he does that. But you swallow your pride, and hold your tongue, you know how boys can get in general, let alone Jason.
“I know you’re not,” he stays staring down at you, watches the way your eyes are fixated on him, and for a moment, he feels alleviated, like the presence of the flowers are all gone. “Let me help you.” His eyes flick to the empty space next to you, his voice monotone.
“Where’s Dick?”
“Ugh, I don’t know,” you say slightly irritated, kind of grumpy, you didn’t want him to change the subject. “He said he was gonna get Alfred or something.” You dismiss, try to hold on to his hand, worried it might be worse than what he’s leading on. “Please, Jason. It’s me.” Your voice slightly cracks when you say ‘It’s me’ and it paws at his heart, makes him feel bad for you even though he’s the one suffering, little did he know that you thought of your relationship with him as paramount to your one with Dick. Only your friends outside of the Bat family knew, and even then, you didn’t even tell them his name. Just this guy that you’ve sort of had a crush on for a few years now and you’re scared that you’re growing apart. You were so close when you were younger.
He’ll admit, it did feel nice for you to touch him like that but he just can’t give himself false hope and he sighs, tries to let you down easy, “I told you, I’m fine. I…” he tries to search for a word he’s okay with blemishing, not ‘swear’ or ‘promise’ but something not as...poetic. Before he can even think, you cut his train of thought. A little angry.
“Okay. Sure, let’s just not tell me anything again as you usually do. Fuck sake.” That last part was to yourself, breathy and a little bit crestfallen. Did he really not trust you enough with the truth? Is that how far you’ve grown apart?
As you turn your back to leave you feel his heavy hand on your shoulder, “Wait.” You turn around, hopeful he’ll open up. He stares at you, though this was his habit of when his cogs were turning. He gives in.
You give him a begging look, wide eyes pleading. “Please, Jason.” You say softly, so only the two of you could hear.
“Let’s go outside.”
You’re both leaving together and as you do you call out to Barbara, “Tell Dick we’re just going on a walk.” He winces at his name, “Don’t. Bother us.” You stare at Tim, “That goes twice for you.” He nods, chirpy.
Out the door, then out the gates, there’s now newfound freedom. It’s dark but the wind is absent so the air is still. The thick swirls of grey-white in the sky warn of forthcoming rain. “Shit, I think it’s gonna rain.”
“We can head back inside if you want.” He shrugs.
You smile, “You’re not getting rid of me that easy. And besides,” you lean into him briefly, intimately, dropping your voice, “It’s been a while since we’ve been alone together.”
“Cuz you’re always with that new boyfriend of yours.”
Your mouth hangs open as your jaw goes slack, remnants of a smirk still evident on your face, “He is not my boyfriend. God, why does everyone think that?” He hates that you immediately knew who he was referring to, though it’s so painfully obvious.
“You’re always with him, that’s why.”
“So? What happened to being friends? I can be friends with people you know.”
“I know.” He states clearly, looks at you for the first time and watches your face before he turns back to face the path.
You chuckle, “Whatever.”
The small then heavy sound of footsteps becomes obvious to you when silence falls on your conversation. A few hums of loud motorcycle engines peppered with birds’ singsong trills.
“Let’s go down here!” You excitedly say. It’s a pathway with so many flowers and trees that Mother Nature herself could reside there. It’s also where you and Jason would skip school a lot just to sit and talk for hours. “We haven’t been in so long.” He merely shrugs and you pull his arm to follow you, though no encouragement is needed for that. He’d follow you to the end of time.
Your footsteps are crunchy now, sticks and leaves scattered all about till you reach the bench you’d always sit on. Sakura tree umbrella. It always smelled so nice. “God, it hasn’t changed one bit.”
You sit down first then Jason. You smile at him and kick your feet a little, let them sway in the small distance they have from the ground, before pulling them up and sitting comfortably to face him. “So…” You start.
“So…” he copies.
“Ugh, Jason. Come on.” You hastily say, desperate smile now leaving your face. You’re worried look returning. “I’m listening.”
“I’m…” he looks at the ground when he starts but spots you move closer to face him when he begins, quickly made alert. He sighs, doesn’t know how to approach it without sounding crazy.
“Mhm?” You hum, sweet and soft and dulcet. A reminder as to why he loved you. You were always just so keen and present and had these ways of getting to him he couldn’t understand why.
“I’m coughing up…flowers.” The ground completely occupies his eyes, he doesn’t dare to face you till he does, until you make him at least, softly bringing his face to yours with your gentle, caring hands. His eyes are big like a deer’s and he looks so beautiful. You wanna push at the boundaries, brush his lip, kiss his mouth—breathe his air. But you stop yourself, and slowly remove your hand.
“Do you think it’s Ivy?”
“I thought I did but…mmm,” he sighs, makes a giving up gesture with his hands, “Doesn’t make sense.”
“We’ll go to a doctor. I’ll tell Bruce.”
“Don’t tell that asshole anything.” He dismisses, looks away from you and back down at the ground.
“Well what do you want me to do, Jason?” You say slightly, very slightly, raising your voice, worry crease still slotted between your brows.
“I’ll figure it out. I’ll run an analysis or, I don’t know, do a ton of research.” He’s searching for his words as he speaks, unrehearsed. You pick up on it.
“What’s wrong with going to a doctor? I won’t say anything to Bruce.”
By this point, he’s sure that this isn’t something a doctor could cure. This is something psychological. But somehow also physical. His gut tells him that it’s you, or the lack thereof and it sounds ridiculous in his head but it’s the only thing that lines up with the evidence. It’s you.
“No. A doctor won’t help.”
“A doctor won’t help?” You repeat, exasperated. “What do you mean, ‘a doctor won’t help?’”
“It just won’t!” He raises his voice a little, “Trust me,” he says to himself.
“Don’t keep me in the dark here, Jason. At least tell me why.” You reason.
“I can’t.”
“God, why!?”
“I just can’t!” He raises his voice like before. “I just…can’t. Please respect that.” He says softer.
You sigh and back off, feels like you’re at a dead end, and stare up at the sky, and how the pink blossomed tree covers most of it. You hear the click of a lighter to your right and shift to see Jason lighting up a cig.
“Thought you quit.” You say, watching him.
He holds the cigarette between his two fingers, shakes his head no with it stuck between his teeth then sucks and blows away from you.
“When’d you start?” You ask, somber.
“Now.” He says, clearly. You laugh and shake your head, you did always love his dry humour, how he’d keep his face deadpan no matter how funny he knew he was. Though this time, he smiles. Not big, but small and honest.
“I’m disappointed, I can’t lie.” You say.
“You always say this and then ask for one too.”
“You’re right. Can I have one?” Right on que, you reply.
He shakes his head and you drop your jaw in feigned shock. “Really?” You ask.
He nods once, “You just berated me for smoking one.”
“I did not berate you. I just said I was disappointed.” You’re almost flirting, almost.
“Yeah, well,” and he mumbles half-heartedly to himself. You scoff, light-hearted, but still a scoff nonetheless and face forward, before you hear some rustling to your right again and he hands you a cigarette. You smile bright and take it from him.
“Thank you!” Your voice high pitched, slot the stick between your fingers before looking at him, he flicks his lighter on before cupping it and slowly lighting your cig. You breathe in; smoke, and let the cloud out.
Silence fills the air between you two and you relish in it briefly. Watch the sky get darker and the clouds get pulled apart. “We were lucky,” you gesture with the cig between your fingers up to the sky, “It was defo going to rain.”
“Mmm.” He hums.
More silence passes and this time Jason starts: “Can I ask you a question?” You perk up.
“Sure, anything.”
“If you and Dick are just friends then how come you flirt all the time. I mean like…” He swallows, “Do you like him or something?” He feels the flowers growing in his throat, ready to burst out depending on your answer.
“Oh my god, can’t a girl just have some fun?” You pull from your cigarette once more before putting it out, let it fall to the ground. “I don’t like Dick in that way. I really don’t. But Jesus, I’m young. I like that there aren’t any consequences to my actions. It’s just me being silly.”
“How come you don’t flirt with me like that?” The question strikes you in your heart and you’re taken aback a bit, confused face on and everything. Does he know that you like him? Is it that obvious?
“Why are you asking? You jealous?” You challenge.
“Kind of, yeah.” He honestly remarks and your confused face drops into something kinder.
“Oh.” His heart is beating against his chest like crazy, it feels like an entire forest is growing in his lungs, sprouting then blooming almost instantly till they are all inevitably sure to come out.
It’s a stupid question and you okay with your fingers to soothe yourself, “Um, why are—why are you jealous?” You stutter.
“Cuz I liked you first.” He smoothly says, eyes staring into yours, so much so that your face can’t take it, your cheeks feel like a hot oven and you look down briefly, though his eyes follow you.
And then you pick your head back up and you give him back the same energy, still a little starstruck and your voice is now whispery. You glance down at his lips briefly then back up to his staring eyes, subconsciously you bring your face closer.
“What about now?” You ask, quietly.
He glances at your lips, shameless with his stare then looks back up with his smaller eyes, holding back his lunging cough, scared you’ll kill him. He takes the leap of faith and jumps: “The same.”
You lean in closer and flick between his eyes, search for any cruel game he might be playing and your lips are just a few centimetres away from connecting. “Don’t you dare make me regret this, Jason Todd.” You finally close the gap, satisfy and cool his burning lungs, his beating heart. He cradles your face after a few seconds, feels your neck, meets the beginning of your hair and kisses back so wantonly and desperately. You bring yourself over to sit on his lap, only a few pieces of clothing forcefielding between yourselves, and grab and rake his hair, swallowing his air and kissing him so deeply. When you pull apart, Jason’s hand still rubbing your back up and down, your foreheads meets and you gracefully admit, “I’ve had a crush on you since highschool.”
“Since highschool?” He smiles, feels the clearness of his throat and how good oxygen tastes.
You nod once, “Since highschool.” Your smile emulating his.
He clasps at the back of your head and goes all puppy like on you, his smile so deep that his eyes become slits. “I feel better now. You’re my cure.”
You roll your eyes light-heartedly but give in, “I guess I am.”
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literally so fucking omg??? love love LOVE.
mr steal ur girl.
eren notices an unfamiliar face at one of his frat parties…
❥ warnings : reiner bein a dick, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), nicknames, squirting, porn w a plot, intended use of lower case, mildly proof read, shy-ish reader, black fem coded.
❥ cookie for ur thoughts ? : my first post, my first aot idea >~< ! idk how people will respond to this. i need to write a lil sum sum for con, i will work on it…
“pleaseee ! you never come out with me! plus you get to be around reiner.”
pieck stared at you through the floor length mirror, adjusting her black skin tight dress as you ignored her and continued to scroll through your phone. as per usual, she was going to one of her parties hosted by her friends and as per usual she was asking you to join her.
normally you declined, opting to stay wrapped up in bed, catching up on one of your hour long k-dramas episodes or looking over work you did in a lecture.
parties were not your scene and they never had been.
“pieck… i don’t know…” you responded sceptically, curling the end of your braid around your finger.
“i can set you up with reiner, he talks about you all the time you know,” pieck said walking over to your bed.
you sighed, you knew she was just using your delusional crush on reiner to lure you in and unfortunately it was working.
you pushed your glasses up, exhaling defeatedly. pieck smiled and clapped her hands together, jumping up from the bed.
“we have to make sure you look cute as fuck so shower, skincare, makeup, whatever you need to do and by time you get out i’ll have a cute fit for you!” she said happily, digging through your clothes.
you hauled yourself out of bed, grabbing your towel and headed to the shower. you cleaned up nicely, freshening yourself up for the party. you put your braids into a half-up half-down with a side parting, laying your edges with a decorative heart.
pieck had picked out a two piece pink set for you with white string heels, you matched your accessories accordingly with pink hair clips and white glasses.
she smiled at you in awe. “you look so fuckin’ good right now! you seriously need to get out more.”
you looked down shyly, “are you sure pie’? this is so out of my zone.”
“oh my god, of course i’m sure, now come on. reiner won’t wait all night,” she giggled.
she grabbed you by the hand and dragged you to her convertible, making sure to let the top down so the warm night air hit your faces. the ride there was filled with vibes and giggles, your nerves slowly disappearing.
soon enough you arrived at the frat house, the musics blaring through all the open doors and windows. people were dancing on the lawn, cars pulled up in every direction. pieck dragged you through the crowd, stopping for a couple seconds at a time to say hi to her mutuals.
soon enough you found your way into the kitchen with her where the rest of your friend group was.
“hey guys!” pieck called out over the music and they all greeted her back.
“no fuckin’ way you brought y/n,” connie said, licking his paper and putting the blunt behind his ear.
you waved at him, smiling lightly.
“well damn, who woulda thought,” annie said from beside him, holding a red solo cup.
“she finally managed to convince me soooo…” you trailed off leaning against the counter.
“you look hot though,” sasha commented, a lazy smile on her face as if she was already high.
“mmm, cheers to that,” reiner said from behind you.
you turned around, looking him up and down. he had a simple white tee on that hugged his arms perfectly, a pair of black cargo’s with a silver chain. he handed you a cup and knocked it with yours, tipping the contents of it back.
you stared at him briefly, watching his throat move as he swallowed. you followed shortly after, pulling a face as the liquor burned your throat.
everyone spoke amongst themselves, pieck catching up on all the lost drinks, leaving you and reiner to have a sweet conversation.
“why don’t i see you out enough?” he asked, looking down at you.
you turned your head to the side, the eye contact making your stomach flip, “not really my thing.”
“they should be,” he followed up quickly, “you’re too pretty to be kept hostage in your dorm.”
you looked at him, smiling. “thanks.”
“no problem sweetheart,” he poured himself another drink, refilling yours too.
“you drink a lot?” he asked, sipping on his mix.
“not really, only when i come to these things, which is basically never,” you chuckled lightly, tasting your drink.
“i’m gonna have to force pieck to bring you out more, you’re too fuckin’ pretty darling.”
“rei, stop you’re making me feel shy,” you sighed, looking at him with obvious heart eyes.
he made a noise in his throat, a cocky smirk on his face. “dance with me?”
you stared, your brain slowly registering before you nodded. you turned to pieck, gesturing that you were going with reiner and she gave you a massive thumbs up in encouragement.
reiner took your hand in his and lead you to where the music was the loudest, putting your hands around his neck as his met your waist. he stayed with you like that for the majority of the song, his eyes holding yours.
your acrylics danced at the nape of his neck, as the grip on your waist slowly became tighter. he pulled you close enough for your chests to be touching, forcing you to look up at his height.
“are you even listening ? hellooo?”
“yeah..yeah, who’s that?” eren asked, ignoring whatever armin was saying.
armin looked around, “who?”
“her,” eren said, nodding in your direction.
“oh, y/n l/n. she’s in my english major,” armin said dismissively.
eren nodded, watching how you were slowly grinding on reiner, or realistically how your tits were moving in your dress. he had never seen you before, so how did you know reiner of all people?
as the song ended you pulled reiner down to your height, muttering something to him in which he nodded. you left the room, leaving reiner to join one of his other group of friends, though he didn’t see where you left to as porco joined him and armin.
you returned to the kitchen where connie was left on his own, tapping the ash off his blunt into the sink.
“you and reiner?” he asked, his words slightly slowed.
you poured a shot, smiling to yourself. “maybe. i don’t know.”
you tipped it back as he continued talking to you. “he likes you, you know that right?”
you reapplied your lipgloss, “does he?”
“for real, he talks about you all the time,” he inhaled slowly.
“that’s cute. i like him too,” you smiled at connie.
he exhaled and turned the roll to you, “you smoke?”
“no… i’ve only hit once before,” you admitted, staring at it.
“you don’t wanna hit that shit, probably laced,” came a deep voice from behind you.
you turned to see eren leaning on the door frame, staring at you. he was wearing simple grey sweats and a white tee, his hair pulled back into a messy bun.
“fuck off yaeger,” connie muttered, rolling his eyes, smoke exhaling his mouth with a string of cusses following.
he ignored connie, focusing his attention on you. “you’ve never been to one of these before have you?”
“do i stand out that bad?” you shook your head, the sound of your acrylic tapping the glass following.
eren walked round the counter, pouring himself straight whiskey. “oh you stand out… would’ve remembered your face.”
you tip your head to the side and glance back at connie who stares at you blankly. “what’s that supposed to mean?”
“means your cute, your boyfriend is lucky,” he comments swiftly.
“my boyfriend ?” you question, toying with the curly end of your braid.
“reiner. i would think so anyways after the way you were dancing with him,” he responds, a glint in his eye as if he was digging for information.
you look up and make eye contact with him. “he’s not my boyfriend—”
“not yet anyways,” connie interrupts.
you felt your face flush, unsure if you had turned a shade of red or not. you shook your head and had another shaky shot, the alcohol seeping it’s way into your bloodstream.
“what’s your name ?” eren asks, sipping vodka straight from the bottle that was left on the counter.
“y/n,” you responded. “don’t worry, i know who you are eren.”
he tipped his head to the side slightly, he liked the way you said his name.
he hummed, continuing his drink when his friend armin entered the room.
“are reiner and annie fucking or something ?” he asks, a twinge of annoyance in his tone.
you turned to look at armin, your heart slightly dropping. “what do you mean ?”
armin looks at you as if he hadn’t registered you were in the room, “n-nothing. just the way they were talkin’ and dancing and shit..”
you were sure you felt your heart drop this time. annie and reiner ? they had never gave an indication that they liked each other.
you looked off to the side, your throat slowly going dry.
connie noticed and sighed. “they like siblings, don’t stress it.”
you nodded, “y-yeah of course, i just need some air or something.”
you used that as your cue to leave, eren’s eyes following your figure as you walked past him towards the back garden.
you were slightly embarrassed, choking up in front of three boys, two of them you barley knew. you sat on a chair in the corner, taking a shallow breath and texting pieck.
y/n : i think i’m ready to cut pie
pie 🙇🏾♀️💓 : y ? e oksy?
you looked at her message and knew she was drunk, yet she still tried her best to check in on you.
y/n : yh dw abt me imma jus take an uber or smthin
pie 🙇🏾♀️💓 : olay
pie 🙇🏾♀️💓 : grt home sfe iky <3333
you sighed and turned your phone off, looking at the people in the garden. you heard giggling and saw reiner and annie trip over one another, clearly having a good time with themselves.
you turned your phone on and scrolled through your missed texts when you felt a person stood behind you. you looked up and saw eren’s green eyes looking at annie and reiner.
“what a prick,” eren sighed, looking down to meet your eyes.
“it’s cool. annie’s better than me by like tenfold so i’m not really shocked,” you responded, dropping your phone in your lap.
“don’t be fuckin’ dumb, reiner’s a blind asshole. he always has been,” he comforted you. “here.”
he handed you his lit joint and you took a hesitant hit, careful not to get lipgloss all over the paper.
eren watched you as you exhaled into the air, swallowing nothing. “you good?”
you nodded, “ ‘m good.”
you guys stayed like that for a while, exchanging useless comments and smoking. eren was glad that your mood had been lifted. at some point you had ended up back in the kitchen with your group of friends, high and definitely drunk.
pieck had everyone do body shots off of her stomach and made you dance round the counter like an idiot, something you were too drunk to question.
“where’d you go?” reiner’s voice said from behind you, his arms wrapping around your shoulders.
you tensed uncomfortably, though reiner was far too gone to notice. you wriggled out of his grasp, turning around to look at him. “s-sorry, i ended up getting distracted by eren and connie.”
eren nodded at whatever words mikasa was saying, his eyes focusing on the way reiner was forcing a conversation after abandoning you to fuck around with annie.
“yaeger? what were you doing with that bastard ?” reiner said, ignoring the way you rubbed your arm rather nervously.
“n-nothing, we was jus’ talking and shi—”
“fuck that, don’t hang around with that kid,” reiner cut you off, staring at you rather annoyed.
“reiner, i’m sorry he just—”
“why shouldn’t she hang around with me ? i’d say i’m a pretty fun time,” eren said lazily, sitting on the counter beside you.
reiner glared at him, “don’t start your bullshit with me yaeger.”
“i’d say you’re starting problems with me braun, tellin’ pretty girls they should steer clear,” he responded.
eren looked unbothered whereas reiner had become rather agitated.
he ignored reiner, turning to you, “wanna go some where else ?”
you looked at reiner then at eren before nodding, following his lead and taking his hand as he lead you somewhere else.
“fuckin’ hell. rei just got his bitch stolen by yaeger,” porco muttered, reiner still heard it.
“you good princess?” eren mumbled, the sound of his door clicking shut.
“mhm, thank you,” you responded from his desk, untying your heels as he pushed himself up on his bed.
“for what?” he asked pointedly, his eyes locking with yours.
“the reiner thing—”
“anybody with working brain cells could see that you were uncomfortable, i was just helping out,” he dismissed, his hands resting behind his head.
you nodded, holding eye contact with him. the room went silent, the only sound being the tapping of your acrylics against the wood of his desk.
eren sighed, patting the cover of his bedsheets. “c’mere, you too far away.”
you let out a little laugh, hopping off his desk and standing in front of him. he grabbed you by your hands and pulled you on top of him, settling yourself on his hips. he was less than bother by the sudden added weight of your own body, his hands meeting the side of your thighs.
“you really are mad pretty,” he mumbled, squeezing the fat of your thighs that was closer to your ass.
you exhaled, turning your head to try and hide your smile. he grabbed your face and turned it back to him, his eyes hooded with lust.
you stared at him and your eyes dropped to his lips and unfortunately for you, he didn’t miss it. you took a deep breath and leaned forward, encasing eren’s lips in yours.
his hands instantly moved to your ass, squeezing roughly. he kissed you back hard, pushing his hips upwards.
your hands travelled to the back of his hair, your acrylics burying themselves in the nape of his neck. he sat up properly so he could flip you over, a shear display of his strength.
he bit at the bottom of your lip, taking advantage of the whine you let out to slip his tongue into your mouth. his hands wondered down the front of your top, though he pulled away, inspecting your face.
“why’d you stop ?” you mumbled, your eyes darting towards his swollen lips.
“nothin’, just checking to see if you’re actually sober. you alright with this though ?” he asked and you nodded eagerly, tugging at his hoodie.
he laughed. “you’re a desperate thing aren’t you.”
“eren, please,” you mumbled, pulling him forwards with more force.
“fuck. whatever you want princess,” he groaned, grabbing you by the neck and pulling you into a deeper kiss than before.
you moaned quietly as he untied the front of your shirt, revealing your lacy white bra.
“please tell me you weren’t wearing this for reiner,” he begged, rubbing on your tits.
you shook your head. “thank fuck for that.”
he pulled your skirt off, revealing your matching set, throwing the skirt somewhere in his room.
“fuck sake, y/n,” he muttered, eyes trailing the whole of your body.
you tugged at his zipper, “off, i want it off.”
he unzipped his hoodie with a chuckle, removing his shirt too, revealing his muscles. “makin’ demands now ?”
you rolled your eyes and pulled him back in for another heated kiss, your hands trailing down his body and palming his dick through his grey bottoms. he groaned, kissing you harder as you continued to stroke his growing hard-on through the material.
he pulled away and began kissing down your neck, leaving deep hickies as he went down, kissing all the way down your stomach till he got to the top of your lace thong.
he made eye contact with you as he placed a light kiss on your cover clit, watching as your mouth slightly dropped open. he pulled your panties down, stuffing them in his pocket whilst he rubbed on your clit with slow circles.
“you’re so fuckin’ wet for me right now angel. did you know that?” he asked, continuing with his agonisingly slow circles.
“mm fuck, eren, please—” you whined, your hands gripping his sheets.
“please what princess?” he teased, watching your body squirm under his touch.
you whined even louder. “fuck, i want more—” you cut yourself off with a shallow moan as he dipped his middle finger inside of you briefly before pulling it out.
“more what?” he teased.
you looked at him with round glossy eyes, “please eat me out.”
“that’s all you had to say princess,” he laughed, finally giving you what you wanted.
his tongue made contact with your clit and he licked eagerly, making his middle and ring finger stretch you out nicely.
“gotta make sure this pretty pussy is ready for my dick hm,” he mumbled on your clit, sucking on it roughly.
you babbled incoherent sentences, scratching as far as your hands could reach down his shoulders. your moans gradually increased in volume as his slender fingers worked your insides deliciously, finding that soft spot your own couldn’t reach with ease.
“f-fuck eren— feels so fuckin’ good,” you moaned gripping on his sheets harder.
just as you could feel your orgasm approaching, you could feel your phone vibrate beside you.
pieck was calling you, your thighs began to close but eren forced them back open. “answer it.”
“b-but—”
“i said answer it and be quiet.”
you looked at him before doing as he said, his fingers working harder than before.
“y/nnnn! where did you gooooo?” pieck shouted down the phone.
“i-i went with— mm-fuck, eren—” you struggled, pulling at eren’s hand.
“to do whatttt? you guys are missing the party” she yelled, giggling shortly after.
you struggled to hold back a moan as eren sucked more feverishly on your clit, “ ‘m s-sorry pie’, w-we’ll be — fuckfuck— we’ll be b-back soon.”
pieck stayed silent on the other side for a moment. “ohmygodyouanderenarefucking?!”
eren laughed, the vibrations on your clit causing you to let a loud whine slip past your mouth, one pieck definitely heard.
“OHMYGOD YOU ARE! GUYSGUYS EREN AND Y/N ARE—”
you hung up on her and threw your phone on the floor some where, focusing back on eren. “that is y-your fault.”
he pulled up and looked at you, the lower half of his face covered in your slick. “i told you to be quiet princess.”
you rolled your eyes as he continued finger fucking you, his tongue slipping to your hole every now and again.
a strange feeling built up in your stomach, making you push him away by his shoulders. “mm— eren wait, f-feels like ‘m gonna—”
his dick twitched at the thought of you squirting from him eating your pussy, so he pushed your hands away. “stop, let me finish.”
“no— eren—”
he grabbed your arms with his free hand and held them to your side, licking at your clit more needly as he could feel your cunt clenching around his fingers. “i got you princess.”
you moaned loudly and the clear liquid drenched your thighs and his sheets, eren’s fingers still working you through your orgasm.
“f-fuck, eren— please—” you moaned desperately, tears sliding down the side of your face as you tried to squeeze your thighs shut.
“give me one more, i know you can y/n,” he mumbled, pulling your thighs open as his fingers working faster, grazing your soft spot every time.
you shook your head, feeling your second orgasm approaching harder than the first one.
“fuckfuckfuck, eren please—” you came around his fingers a second time, moaning loudly.
“there you fucking go,” eren smirked, feeling your cunt squeeze him. he slipped his fingers out and kissed your clit gently before coming back up to kiss you.
“you okay princess?” he asked quietly, looking you in your eyes.
you nodded lazily, fucked out from the two orgasms he gave you. “ ‘m good.”
“good cause i’m not done with you yet,” he exhaled, kissing you again.
he pulled his bottoms down, revealing his white calvin klein boxers that hugged his straining dick.
“this is your fault,” he said mimicking the words you said to him earlier.
you ignored him and palmed at his dick, feeling it twitch under the contact. you pulled his boxers down and let it free, continuing to rub it bare.
“fuckk—” he groaned, “shit, let me get a condom—”
“i’m clean,” you interjected, “and on birth control.”
eren looked slightly taken back. “are you sure ?”
you nodded desperately, “i need you please—”
“well shit. i’m clean too don’t worry,” he reassured you.
you nodded and continued rubbing his dick.
he moaned lowly before grabbing your face, “open.”
you opened your mouth and he stuck his fingers down your throat, the same ones that had been inside you.
he pulled them out and rubbed them on his dick, mixing your spit and his pre-cum.
next time i’ll have to get head, he thinks to himself before lining his dick up with your cunt. you moan loudly as the tip slowly pushed past your pillowy walls, hugging eren tightly.
“shit—” eren cussed as he felt your nails dig into his bicep, “you’re never fuckin’ getting rid of me princess.”
he bottomed out, making you whimper. he stilled, allowing you to adjust to his length. he watched your face for any signs of discomfort before slowly moving in and out of your cunt.
“fuck eren— you feel- so good—” you babbled incoherently, clawing deep marks down his back.
he nodded, lifting your leg to put it over his shoulder to get a better angle. he increased his speed, rubbing at your clit, making you squeeze his cock.
his hips stuttered. “stop doing that, gonna make me cum.”
“i want you to cum in me though,” you said, looking at him through your lashes.
eren scoffed and went deeper, thanks to the angle his tip kept assaulting your sweet spot.
you whimpered, “fuck eren— gonna cum—”
“no you’re not. hold it,” he grunted, gripping your hips and pulling you down to meet his base.
“eren,” you whined.
his pacing slowed down, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he neared his high.
“fuck— princess, i’m gonna cum—” he muttered into your ankle, nibbling slightly.
you squeezed around him at the sensations. he let out a deep moan, his cum painting the insides of your pussy white.
you came as you felt him empty inside of you, digging a crescent shape into his back.
“f-fuck,” you mumbled, watching him pull his dick out.
you whined at the empty feeling, though eren chose to ignore it. “imma be back.”
he picked his boxers up from the floor and pulled them on, walking to his bathroom. he walked out with a warm cloth, gently wiping the insides of your thigh.
“is your back okay? i noticed all the scratches and some were kinda bleeding…” you said sympathetically.
“don’t worry about me, i’ve had worse,” he smiled.
when he finished he put it on his desk and walked back over to you, kissing you gently.
“you good princess?”
you nodded dazed, causing eren to chuckle. he pulled you up and helped you get dressed, allowing you to fix your makeup and hair.
when you left his bedroom the party was still full swing, people dancing and drinking.
“ayeee ! there they are,” porco called out, clapping eren on the back when he sat next to him.
you were about to walk off to sit with pieck and sasha when eren grabbed your hand and pulled you into his lap.
you looked at him confused when he muttered in your ear. “didn’t i tell you you’re never getting rid of me ?”
you were sure this time you were blushing, especially when he kissed the dark hickey on your neck.
“alright, we get it, you fucked, get a room,” sasha fake gagged, giggling after.
eren made eye contact with reiner. “she won’t be able to walk next time we get a room.”
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hate sex with arkham knight!jason
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he’s so mean and mocking, has you pinned to the wall, hand shackling your neck, your head getting fuzzy and your vision going blue.
feels like ur on a drug, chasing that high more and more with each thrust he gives you. he’s got this sexy half-smile half-smirk thing going on, and he’s sweating so much, it slicks his hair back and makes his curls wet with it’s salty sheen: sharp glisten as they bounce up and down every time he moves.
you can barely get a word out, feel the sentence bubble up in your throat for what feels like hours before you finally manage to hear it vocalise and ring in your ears, each word cut off by a hiccup and jason’s still so cocky and mean but also tender, wipes the corners of your eyes, likes to see the mascara smear on your face and his thumb, before cradling your face and shutting you up with a kiss. lips soon swollen and eyes wanton.
“you talk too much.” he’d simply say to ur desperately and pathetically feeble attempt at dismissing the eye rolling feeling of his dick so deep inside fucking you so good rn.
before you manage to say anything he shushes you and puts a hand over your mouth, “thereee. that’s betterrr.” he’d coo, feeling you drool from the inside of his palm.
“fuckin’ horny bitch. didn’t realise you wanted to be fucked this bad.”
he kisses your cheek. barely sucks the flesh when he lets go. “jesus fucking christ. god, look at what you’re doing to me—fuck.”
his forehead leans against yours, his voice now quiet and whispery, sounds almost like a whistle, “wish you’d said something earlier. telling me i could’ve fucked you months ago?”
you give in, eyebrows crease and u nod your head with a muffled cry. he laughs, mimics your nod and says through a broken chuckle, “yeah? i could’ve? tell me i could’ve, baby. tell me i fucking could’ve.” he removes his hand. waits for your response, though his hips don’t stop.
he gets impatient, watches at how you look down shamefully, slaps your face a little to get you to look at him, “come on.”
miserably and moaning you bite your lip—a sort of nervous panic and tell him what he wants to hear, “you could’ve fucked me forever ago. anytime you wanted.”
he gets so hard. like, way harder than he already is and he connects your lips again, both pleased and amused then compliments you so sincerely, almost to himself, “so fucking fine.”
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sickly sweet romance of u & jay
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“jay,” you softly say.
your legs are stretched long on the soft beige duvet cover, blanket pulled up to jason’s chest, it riding just by your waist with you sat up straight. you look out the window, prickly raindrops sound as they hit the double panned glass, moonlight bathing your skin blue.
he’s breathing softly, body facing you so you watch the gentle rise and fall of his chest as his eyes stay shut in rest. he doesn’t hear you yet the sleepy sight of him makes you warm inside: hot and in love. you bite the inner part of your bottom lip and rake your fingers through his hair so to rouse him, he always did like when you did that. “jason.” you whisper shout, a little more playful than before and stroke his jawline quickly from ear to chin.
“mm?” he monosyllabically hums, still half-asleep. his mouth hardly moves but his eyebrows curiously wrinkle.
you drop down to his level and watch him like a puppy, eyes big and pupils wide, you just have to kiss his nose. “come on, baby. wake upp,” you slightly whine.
he doesn’t answer but smacks his lips a little and his entire expression creases briefly then reverts back to his sleepy, frozen self. he reaches for your face, feels around to grab your cheek since he refuses to open his eyes and awake from sleep, and cups your cheek. you smile, knowing this was his way of letting you know he was listening, even if he maybe wasn’t. you kiss his inner palm: the fatty part below his thumb— peck his wrist and then slide on top of him, kissing his cheek and his temple and near his eyes and by his jaw but not his lips, not yet.
with each kiss jason gains a little bit more consciousness, a little more happier and charmed by your excessive showering of affection he so tenderly loves. he groans, breathes out deeply and plants his hands on your hips, eyes squinting open, “alright. you’ve got my attention now.” he announces.
you smile and giggle, “so you’ll only listen to me if i’m kissing you?” your laugh reverberates through the thin cotton of your top into jason’s chest—deep in his bones, with your hearts only layers of skin, flesh and muscle away from touching.
he shakes the insinuation off, “nah baby, it’s not even like that.” he wraps his arms around your waist, belts them up real tight and pulls you in—hugs and rests in the little crook of your neck, breathes in the foggy remnants of today’s earlier perfume, kisses your cheek. loud smooch. “just tired.” he stays nestled in that tiny space by your neck.
you pout. want to whine at the fact that jay’s defo not gonna wake up and you’ll have to go do something on your own. you get that sleep is important to him and whatever it is that he does that requires him to come home absurdly late smelling a lot like blood and cigarettes but still it was only midnight on a friday, basically 8pm on any other day.
“you smell nice,” his lips tickle your neck and you shyly half-smile at the compliment.
“thank you.” softly you say.
“why you still up? you ain’t tired yet?” he asks, lips tickling your neck more.
“jason,” you whine a bit, roll your eyes too, even in the thick bluey darkness, “it’s only midnight. i’m surprised you even went to bed.”
“i’m tired, honey.” he rubs his face into your crook like a sleepy child, “and it was a slow night tonight. figured i deserved a break.” you can feel him slightly move his hands whilst he talks, nod a small yes to yourself even though you still weren’t quite sure what it was that he did.
“i still don’t really get what your job is.” you state, wanting him to elaborate.
he strokes your hair and gently says, “later, baby. later.”
you pout.
“don’t pout.”
you drop your jaw and pull back to see his face, “how’d you know i was doing that?”
“cuz i know my girl.” you smile down bashfully: sincerely. he picks your head up by kissing you. sweetly at first but, like always, a little nippy and sort of wild.
he pulls away before anything escalates and his voice sort of drops to this low, honeyed kind of hum, “you know i trust you with my life, right?” he cups your face.
you smile and hold the hand that’s on your cheek and kiss it as confirmation, “and you with mine.” you retaliate, a little hopeful for if he’ll finally share his secret with you. he rubs his thumb, a soft movement on your cheekbone.
“the shit i do—what i do…it’s not safe or i guess you could say, not conventional.” he searches between your eyes for any sort of understanding, hoping you get his meaning.
“i figured.” you calmly respond. “so what is it?” you push him.
he sighs. or maybe groans. whatever it was, he quickly looks down with such a look of torn you’d never seen. it makes you worry a bit—startle you. you had prepared for the worst: hitman, supplier, even a villain’s ally, training yourself to being accepting given if it were someone with fairer moral value. maybe someone like poison ivy or…
“red hood.” he dissyllabically says, with no real discernible tone, though he looks straight ahead at you and stares.
“is…” you wanna ask him if that’s who he works for but if there’s anything the people of gotham know, it’s that the red hood works alone. so you swallow that obsolete question and instead present with: “i kind of already knew.”
he looks up at you, wide eyed and ready to hear more.
“well i didn’t know know, i just knew that it was something ‘unconventional’. i was pretty convinced you were a hitman, it always made sense to me that’d if given the opportunity you’d be a good shot.” you flirt sweetly but still genuine. jay smiles softly, his eyes grow curious, his head somewhat tilted.
“what gave it away?”
you point at the few bits of dirty laundry behind him thrown over a chair, “you come in with a lot of blood.”
his mouth forms an ‘o’ shape and he even makes the expressions the brows as if he’s said it, but no sound comes out.
you see it as an opportunity to kiss him, gently let him know you’re still there, and to not let him drift off into despair. “i’m glad you told me.
he takes your hand and places it flat on his chest, palm desperately close to his heart: it drums. “thought you’d dump me.”
you smile and kiss his nose, “not a chance.”
a silence briefly erupts and the two of you just stare at each other, moonlight glazing each one of your doubled reflections in the other’s pair of eyes: an utter warmth of transparency and trust and bond that’ll never grow old.
“i…” you start, jason’s ears immediately prick up, attentive to hear anything you’ll say. “are you still sleepy?”
benignly: “less now.” he pauses, “why? what do you wanna do?”
“just talk,” the duvet cover’s fabric echoes as you move to slide your arm down, propping yourself up with your upright elbow, chin in palm. “tell me about one of your days.” you slowly blink, madly in love.
“when i’m out fighting?” he asks, heart swelling at how loving you’re being, someday he’ll marry you he thinks.
“anything.” you slow, gentle voice lulls.
his thumb trills your knuckles back and forth before he begins: “alright.”
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omg i was so high when i wrote this why did i tag every character on the planet
i can’t stop thinking that these two videos are exactly how jjk/mha + ur favs x black!reader would be like as a couple!!
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choso, connie/plug!connie, eren/plug!eren, bakugo, kirishima, yusuke, josuke (1000000%), kageyama, gojo, sukuna, geto, clark kent, nightwing/dick grayson, jason todd/ak/red hood, wally west!flash, mark grayson, kento kyotani, miguel o’hara!!! + ur favs!!
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wait guys i miss writing for miguel sm might have to write a quick lil drabble
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stop this is so hot omgomg
MINORS DNI 18+
NOTES: the picture on the left is michal mrazik who i edited to look like jason so i’d appreciate it if u didn’t use it.
JASON TODD who humps your ass any chance he gets. Not that he’s desperate for relief like some hound, but that it’s his own personal bit that sometimes reaps benefits. You weren’t trying to catch his eye when you were stretching out, on your hands and knees to extend your spine in a deep arch. Inhale after exhale, each breath relaxed you, until a perfect visible curve to your back sloped into your succulent backside and lured your boyfriend in like a fly trap.
As if he could smell that you’re in a compromising position, he comes up behind you on the mattress. You can feel his weight shift as he walks on his knees to you, dick first. “What’re you doin’?” he asks coyly, and his hips bumps yours. You roll your eyes with a scoff; only he could assume you’re doing this for him. Easily, like he’s done a thousand times before, his thick fingers slot in the folds where your thighs connect to your pelvis, wedging between the fat there because of your stance. He keeps you steady as he swings forward, giving you congratulatory little humps. “Uh, uh, uh,” he orates with each thrust, as if narrating his entry with feigned moans. Each one’s harder than the last, and as he knocks against your tailbone, your body reminds you of the times you’ve been in similar positions.
The powerful placebo shoots through you with each connect, and you whine from the memory of him rearranging your guts in doggy style. He dry humps you yet you’re squirming and whimpering like he’s inside you, burying your heated face in the covers. He doesn’t fully register the extent of it, but he starts getting the picture, and he muses, “Yeah? Yeah, baby? Feel good?” while he’s rutting harder. You’re so stupid for him, you respond to him with all your pathetic confirmations. You’re banging against him, you can practically feel every inch of him plunging in you, his balls rapping against your folds. Both of you are playing the game, his cock hardening with each gradual increase of pace, and every manic thrust against you. The sensation of sex isn’t confined to memory, traveling through you like lightning, like he really is fucking you. It’s all imaginary though, clearly reminding you of cruel reality when he stops. Only to kickstart up again when you hear the familiar sound of his belt.
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thinking fluffy thoughts of u & katsu !
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You sit at your vanity, back straight, Hello Kitty headband on, and begin pressing little dots of creamy white into your face, slowly massaging and bringing it out to where your skin stops and your hair starts.
Katsuki’s on your bed, one leg crossed over another, reading one of your feminist literature books, page turning every few minutes; he was a voracious reader after all.
Your focus on your reflection, on the meticulous routine you’ve perfectly curated, doesn’t allow you to notice the quick few glances Bakugo shoots at you, so curious and in awe of how pretty you look.
He never really had a skincare routine since he was blessed by the gods above with glassy clear skin, though he was always down for you working your magic on him by warming some sort of balm or essence into his skin or even the two of you putting on face masks together.
He’s always so aware of how different your dorm room is to his: how your bed is stacked with blankets and how your books were perfectly organized; your vanity with its massive oval mirror and the pretty string lights you have lacing its woody body.
He hears you slap your skin repeatedly, softly but still loud enough for it to break the threshold of silence that was once blanketing the room. He slots his fingers between the front cover and the page he’s at right now as to not lose his place when he speaks.
“What are you doing?” he asks, genuinely concerned.
“It’s serum,” you reply, still focused on the action in your large mirror.
He laughs breathily, “Okay... but why are you slapping your face?”
“It increases the blood flow to the skin.”
“And that does…?” he continues. You turn around in your seat, lacy pink silk robe swaying as you move.
“Honestly, I don’t even know,” you chuckle humbly, “but I know it’s supposed to be good for you,” you turn back around, continuing with your next step.
He walks over, book still in hand, and looks down at you before staring at you in the mirror, watching your precise motions with your fingertips. They circle a newer, thinner cream into your face and you glide it up your cheekbones, noticing the slight face lift it gives you each time you’d pull. You eye the corner of the mirror, Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar low in Katsuki’s hand.
“That a good book?” you ask, eyes honed in on your hands dragging the slick down your neck now.
He sighs, a quick break into humility. “Oh yeah, I’ve read it before.”
Your eyes widen and smile grows then turn around in your seat to look up at him; he immediately follows and smiles back down at you, “You’ve read The Bell Jar?”
He laughs gently: boyish. “Yeah, we did some of her poems in middle school and I liked them so…” he slaps the book against his hand, “just read her book. It’s the only one she’s got.”
“Oh yeah, I knew that,” you emphasize, “that’s why I bought it. Still haven’t found the time to read it though…” you trail off.
He drops his hand with the book and gives you a little frown, “You should. It’s good, I think you’d like it.”
You smile up at him then turn around and finish off your routine, “I’ll start it tonight.”
He still hovers over you, watches you peel off your headband then carefully put on your bonnet, leans down and presses a kiss between your exposed shoulder blades, “You look very pretty.”
“Thank you,” you smile, and you grab his free hand, rub your thumb over the two fingers it can reach back and forth.
“Want me to do your skincare?” you offer.
He puts the book down on the one spot of empty space, “Sure,” he says casually, like he wasn’t hoping you’d ask him that.
“Okay, go into the bathroom and wash your face!” you excitedly say, and he agrees, calmly follows your orders. “Wait!” you interrupt his egress.
He doesn’t say anything and instead waits for what you have to say; you bring your pretty red-bowed Hello Kitty headband and over his head, tip-toeing and arms stretching to reach his height even while he leans down to accommodate, and pull it up to hairline, spiky blond tufts sticking out over the soft white plush. “Much better,” you nod, smiling. “Now off you go,” you shoo him away.
“Okay, Mom,” he sarcastically obeys.
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jason todd as a dealer who gets you extra high and rubs his hands on your thighs, he doesn’t even bother hiding how hard he is and he’ll lean you over the armrest just to give him head, he laughs when you gag and pushes farther into your mouth, but don’t worry, he returns the favor with a smile.
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i can’t stop thinking that these two videos are exactly how jjk/mha + ur favs x black!reader would be like as a couple!!
vid 1 ೀ
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choso, connie/plug!connie, eren/plug!eren, bakugo, kirishima, yusuke, josuke (1000000%), kageyama, gojo, sukuna, geto, clark kent, nightwing/dick grayson, jason todd/ak/red hood, wally west!flash, mark grayson, kento kyotani, miguel o’hara!!! + ur favs!!
#whispers misc. ౨ৎ#wh1sp3rr#x black reader#mha x reader#choso x black!reader#connie x black reader#plug!choso x reader#plug!connie x reader#plug eren x black reader#jjk x black reader#marvel x reader#jason todd x reader#wally west x reader#nightwing x reader#haikyuu x reader#mark grayson x reader#kageyama x reader#miguel o’hara x reader
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litch perf
pinky pie.
when an unexpected persona approaches connie.
❥ warnings : sfw, drug usage, plug!connie, blk coded fem reader, proof read, intended usage of lowercase.
❥ cookie for ur thoughts ? : a lil drabble for plug connie xoxo i have an armin fic in the vault & an onny fic as a wip, so stay alert <333
plug ! connie meeting you at some party his friend eren was throwing
plug ! connie being so surprised by some cute girl decked out in pink and sparkles asking him for a pre roll
“i dont do pre’s, sorry pretty girl,” he shrugs at you
you pout your lip in annoyance, “can’t you do a girl a solid this one time ?”
plug ! connie muttering nonsense in spanish before agreeing to do the pretty girl a solid (just because she was pretty)
plug ! connie taking your money, watching you bounce away & not thinking anything of it
plug ! connie going home and getting a text from an unsaved number whilst on his xbox
??? : hiyaaa!!! this is connie right ?
connie : yo who’s this
??? : it’s y/n, the girl that asked for a pre ☺️!!
plug ! connie smirking at his phone, even the way you typed matched your exterior
plug ! connie saving your name as something sweet
pinky pie : i got ur # from 1 of my hgs
i hope u don’t mind 😣!
connie : nah u all good
what u need ?
plug ! connie waiting on your response patiently, checking his texts every so often between games with his friends, when you finally reply
pinky pie : i knoowwwww you said you don’t do pre’s but like.. i can’t roll >_<
so unless ur willing to teach me, can i get a pre ?!
connie : u funny ma i like that
send me ur @ and i can teach you a lil sum
plug ! connie instantly hopping off his console the minute you send him your location, telling the boys that he’s got business to attend to
pinky pie : AH TYSM <3 !
pinky pie’s location is active.
sneaky ! y/n getting excited that your plan to see connie again, without having to ask, worked !
<3 connieeee <3 : i’m otw give me 10 ma
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jjk twitter prn links!! ft. toji, sukuna & choso
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he’s fuckin hunggg ft. sukuna
he’s always down for u to sit on his face ft. boyfriend!choso
pussy & ass spanks till ur red! ft. toji
slow touches after sex ft. all of them tbh
more slapping lol ft. toji
invite him over n it’ll lead to this ft. boyfriend!choso
human pussy is the best!! 😫😫 ft. virgin!choso
sucking his finger whilst he chokes u ft. choso
he’s js so big 😣😖 ft. toji
feelin domestic lowk ft. husband!toji
this is SO sukuna ft. sukuna obvs lol
he dwarfs u so bad ft. sukuna & toji
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feeling good about writing for my og favs again !! (kiriii & bkggg) so i’m reopening requests!! twt prn links, pics, js u wanting to talk lol is cool! [will prioritise bnha, jjk & aot requests]
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straddling plug!kirishima whilst he rolls!
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Your legs, almost unclad in the immodest red loungewear shorts you had on that'd tightly hug your thighs, hang on either side of Eijirou's light-wash grey Adidas joggers as your poised feet, nails sheer in a painted milky white, barely scrape against the cropped, grey carpet hairs of the floor.
Your form presses deep into his as you lean over his thick, similarly half-unclad, shoulder, baby pink frenchies accessorise your fingers that clasp your phone as you absentmindedly scroll through whatever social media you landed on, other hand stroking up and down, equally as absentmindedly, the warm muscled tan of Eijirou's left arm.
With your fronts basically glued together, his taut arms seatbelt over the dip of your back, hands grinding, rolling, packing, then finally, lighting. You hear him suck his teeth as he deeply inhales the Indica strain, blowing straight forward into the dark campus view the swung-open window reveals.
"Babe." He calls out.
"Mmm?" You hum, eyes still honed in on the brain-dulling media in front of you, some controversy about the latest scandal with a popular social-media influencer currently playing.
"Will you turn that shit off? I'm tryna talk to you," he says a little irritated.
"Then talk." You respond nonchalantly, video still playing.
"Yeah, but I'm tryna seeee youu, babyyy." He whines, tiny pout coupled with squinted eyes and up-turned brows. You giggle at the frankness of his sentiment, how he makes no effort to try to appear cool or unfazed to you, just pure, genuine honesty and vulnerability. You lean back, push against his wedge-locked arms as they stay that way, help you balance a bit, and face him, quickly stealing the hanging blunt from his lips for a deep drag.
"Better?" You smile. He takes one of your hands and kisses it, lets it rest by the prickly, sprouting stubble of his jaw before puzzle-piecing his arms together as they were before.
"Much," he replies: satisfied -- lovesick like he's a puppy and you’ve just nuzzled his sweet spot behind his ear.
A small, hardly noticeable silence passes as you puff-puff-pass between the two of you, new song playing on the Spotify playlist: Skyline To by Frank Ocean.
"Y/n?" The raspy voice calls out.
"Yes..?" You drawl, slightly giddy from the drug already, big smile on both your faces.
"You’re probably the only girl whose ever got me feelin' like this. Think I'm actually whipped." He says, definitely high.
You snicker, "Dude, are you already fucking high?"
He laughs heartily, the way you love, and lugs his head down as he does so, "Nah, baby. I'm like Snoop. Tolerance is sky-fuckin'-high." He motions with his flat hand, lengthy arm stretching way above you despite you straddling him, legs swinging gleefully as you huff out an amused breath through your nose, knowing this was a falsehood.
He separates his arms, unwelds them from one another, and brings his big, heavy hands to the sides of your waist, dragging up and down warmly, like he's happy either way to stay comfortable in this position or to pinch and play with your tits.
You watch him as he feels you and the two of you don't make a sound. Indulge in this restful silence aside from the sequenced instrumental: Country by Porches from the new Priscilla film you watched together.
You gasp as you stay staring at your redhead boyfriend, "I love this song," you hushedly say.
"I know." He hushes back, your combined whispers like little children's, "I remember," he punctuates.
There's a warm bubble in your throat as you realise how perfect this man is in front of you, how he dotes on you in a way that is comparable to none besides the Sun and the Moon, always there for each other, at every turn, at every time.
You bring the blunt to his smiling lips and he tokes but doesn't inhale, his wanton love breaking through his threshold of what he can half-assedly call composure, and he pulls you in quickly, heart pulsating and heavy with the ineffable amounts of love he has for you, "Come here, baby." His voice is emphatic but desperate, like his hold on your neck that smoothly drags over to cup and thumb at the plumpness of your cheek.
He breathes out into that small triangle slot your pretty lips open up for him; milky shotgun and you're sure to swallow up, in your hazy, stoned way, every bit he gives you, immediately welding your lips together as they merge and detach, merge and detach so good and wetly, the burning blunt between your forgetting fingers hanging lowly behind Eijirou.
The buzzy song repeats and your tongues slip and slide against each other, his little grunts, your precious whines as this drawing of connection pulses throughout your bodies. Hands getting needy, bodies pressing impossibly closer together, limbs dedicated and purposeful in the way they move: your lazy, blunt-holding hand drawing in, tracing with your thumb the nothing-in-particular part of Eijirou's face.
He tilts his face and grabs ahold of your forearm gently, the burning thing opposite the arm he has grabbed tickling the skin of his cheek. His low, repeating voice begs, "Ash it, baby. Ash it." And you do, silly little Simpsons ashtray on the desk that's just a few centimetres behind you, arms immediately wrapping round Ei's neck, freed from the shackles of the obstructing thing that was the unlocking key for this lustful, intensely intimate moment.
His closed eyes remain shut as his lips peck open-mouthed kisses into your arm up up up! Before reaching under your thighs and lifting you up, trudging you to bed.
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