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here's a take for you: queerbaiting might not apply to as much as you think it does. why? other queer people can have different desires and needs from their representation than you do.
and over-using the term queerbaiting hurts other queer people who have different queer readings than your own.
listen, I'm a proud shipper. have been for a decade. but if I go hardcore advocating for my super cute and valid lesbian ship to be the ONLY queer interpretation out there that MUST be canon OR ELSE it's queerbaiting... what about queer people on the aroace spectrum who really identify with that character? what about bisexuals and pansexuals? do their queer headcanons/readings not matter? of course they do!
what if my nonbinary best friend has this ultra rad nonbinary headcanon for their favourite character? but the vast majority of the fandom feels hurt that the creator is queerbaiting them on what is CLEARLY and CAN ONLY BE a MTF trans character OTHERWISE it's transphobic? how do you think it feels to be excluded like that?
unless there's an active campaign by the media's staff to market to a specific subset of the community (for the purposes of views, money, etc.), gonna be real... it's likely it's not queerbaiting. obviously queerbaiting is horrible, feels horrible, and actively invalidates the queer people being baited. but not everything that is queer-coded is queerbaiting, and not everyone who doesn't ship your ship or agree with your headcanon is actively against your fight for representation. maybe they're just struggling for their own
TL;DR all kinds of queer people can have totally different and equally valid headcanons. let's support, not speak over each other
hey guys, just a little update.
so i probably won’t be posting for awhile, i’m being threatened to become homeless atm, so please have some patience with me.
but i’ll probably post a little bit here and there, so again, please be patient with me.
Bruce Wayne would want you to not skip meals and drink more water. Bruce Wayne as Batman would want you to put your safety before your wishes.
Dick Grayson would want your to find a reason to smile. Dick Grayson as Nightwing would want you to give people second chances.
Jason Todd would want you to not be ignorant. Jason Todd as Red Hood would want you to defend yourself.
Tim Drake would want you to do what you love. Tim Drake as Red Robin would want you to think before acting.
Damian Wayne would want you to become a better person. Damian Wayne as Robin would want you to be determined and to stick to your goals.
Alfred Pennyworth would want you to take care of yourself.
d.g. & j.t. | drunken confessions
pairing: dick grayson x reader & jason todd x reader
a/n: this was requested by @whltlock ! hope you like it!! :)
summary: some head-cannons about jason and dick confessing to you.
warnings: alcohol mentioned, drunken words, and fluff!
jason todd
he’s an emotional drunk!
i feel like he wouldn’t tell a stranger about everything, but he would tell someone (you) that he confide in.
he WILL cry.
jason is absolutely HAMMERED when he tells you.
“jason! what’re you doing!”
“i’m- *hic* crying, obviously!” his words are slurred, and the stench of alcohol present on his clothes.
“why’re you crying?” you almost giggle, he looked so cute when he was pouty.
and he lets it slip, “*hic* b-because you’re so prett- pretty!” he lifts his head up, revealing his red eyes and even redder nose.
you’re shocked, jason wouldn’t say that when he was sober, unless he was playfully flirting. “well, i’m glad you think i’m pretty, but we need to get you to bed.”
jason nods, his head feeling heavy. you move to put his arm around your shoulders, helping him walk up the stairs to his bedroom.
“i lov- *hic* love you, y’know that?”
now that, that made your eyes widen. you again shook it off as him being drunk.
making it to his bedroom, and letting him change into something more comfortable, you make sure he’s okay before you leave.
“okay, you alright jason? do you need anything?”
“you.”
you blush, but before you can say anything, he yanks you to the bed and wraps his arms around you.
i guess you’ll find out in the morning if drunk words actually are sober thoughts.
dick grayson
he’s a giggly drunk.
he says thing unapologetically, and with a dopey smile.
he loves to flirt!
he doesn’t know when to stop tho- 💀🤚🏻
“y/n!”
“yes, dick?” you ask with a sigh, tired from babysitting dick who was now acting like a child.
“fuck, you- you’re gorgeous- and i appreciate you so much. you do so m- much for us-“ a hiccup cuts him off his rambling.
“yup, you couldn’t live without me.” you grab his drink before he can take another sip. “i think you’ve had enough tonight.”
dick groans, “you’re no f- fun!” he whines, but nonetheless lays his head on you’re shoulder.
“yeah, well i’m not trying to deal with a grumpy dick tomorrow.”
“you won’t! i could never b- be a dick to you-“ you laugh as he confuses his name for an insult.
“no? why?”
you ask, his drunken state amusing you.
“because i’m- in love with y- you.”
“wHAT-“ he tries to kiss you, but his alcohol breath isn’t really appealing.
“yup, that’s, that’s enough for tonight.”
d.g. | i promise
pairing: dick grayson x reader
a/n: this is a blurb, it’s really short and i was feeling a tiny bit angsty.
summary: y/n says something that dick doesn’t like.
warnings: TW: reader is a little suicidal, thinking that it’d be better if she died then someone else.
“oh, so i’m the one to blame for this??”
“yes! you were reckless and put yourself in danger!”
“i said i was sorry okay? what more do you want me to do?” you said, looking at dick.
sure, what you had done was reckless, you threw yourself in front of damian because he was about to get shot by one of jokers goons. you weren’t going to let another robin be murdered.
luckily, before the shot could reach damian, dick somehow blocked the bullet with one of his sticks.
“what did you want me to do? let damian get shot and killed? another fucking robin that didn’t make it? hell no, i’m not about to let that happen.”
“i know why, y/n! it just can’t be you!”
“why not dick? i’m not the strongest person on the team! i’m expendable!-“
those words snapped something in dick, he turned around and walked over to you, “what did you just say?”
your eyes widened, just now realizing what you had said, “look, i’m sorry-“
dick didn’t let you finish, “never, say that again. you mean too much to me- to us! how could you think that you’re replaceable?”
dick took your face in his hands, you were now feeling incredibly guilty, looking at him with eyes filled with sorrow. you leaned your forehead against his and kept your eyes to the ground.
“i just didn’t want damian to end up like jason, even though jason came back, i didn’t want this family to go through another loss like that.”
“i know what you mean, y/n, just please, don’t ever say and do that again. please?”
you looked back up at him, tears brewing in your eyes, as well as his.
“i promise.”
sorry it’s short, i was feeling a little inspired to write a blurb. :/
i need some ideas for fics, head-cannons, or blurbs. so please reply to this with an idea or prompt that i could write about! :) <3
OMG WHY DOES THIS- over 100 notes…
THANK Y’ALL SM!!
and PLS send me requests!! :) <3
j.t. & d.g. | cuddle head-cannons
pairing: jason todd x reader & dick grayson x reader
a.n: again, gn!reader. and i went for a more comic book jason with this one. bc in the comics this man is HUGE- 😫
warnings: tooth rotting fluff. >:)
jason todd
would absolutely never admit that he liked cuddling to ANYONE, except you ofc.
this man is a whole ass UNIT.
tall asf and built asf. and this fucker loves that he is.
sit on his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, he’s in heaven.
i feel like his favorite cuddle position sleep wise would be:
you pulled into his chest, his arms wrapped around your middle and hands resting your back. jasons’ chin resting on top of your head, and your legs tangled together.
bruh, you don’t even need the comforter, this man is a whole ass heater.
you begging him to cuddle you during the winter months, and being the shit he is:
jason: >:) “…no.”
y/n: “WHAT DO YOU MEAN, NO?!”
dick grayson
the sweetest mf.
you don’t even have to ask him for cuddles, it’s like he has a psychic sense for them.
you two cuddling at any chance you get bc he’s, a lot of time, on missions and could get a call at any minute.
i think his favorite cuddle position would be:
him spooning you, arms wrapped around your middle and his face nuzzled into your neck.
whenever you’re cuddling like this, he likes to purposefully breathe on your neck to try and get a reaction out of you.
(i pretty much head-cannon all of the batboys to be little shits- 😭🤚🏻)
if you’re ticklish…good luck- he’s gonna tickle tf out of you- 💀
y’all know those little hum noises that people make whenever they’re content?
yeah, he makes those little noises all the time when you two are cuddling and it’s the cutest shit-
i really like this one, my love for both of these boys might be concerning-
Nightwing & Red Hood icons
Titans: Titans Together #1
like or reblog if you use :)
feel free to request a different color
feel free to request a pride flag etc
I’ve just discovered a song called ‘My Soul I’ by Anna Leone. It’s so ANGSTY I can’t stop listening to it on repeat.
And I must admit that it reminds me of jason.
Now, I know you’ve just written a beautifully angsty fic but may I please request another one, this time perhaps with a happy ending?
Even if not, plEASE do yourself a favor and listen to the song.
j.t. | secrets
pairing: jason todd x fem!reader
a/n: this is jason todd with the white streak in his hair bC I MISS THE WHITE STREAK. also the reader has the power of empathy.
also, the reason i went this direction with it is because the lyrics remind me of what it be like to be with jason as red hood. he would lash out with emotion because he doesn’t know how to control them. and he’s still angry about the fact that bruce replaced him, and left him for dead. i hope that makes some sense! :)
summary: you’re boyfriend jason is acting suspicious, and you want to find out. you don’t know that he’s red hood.
warnings: a little angst, fluff, smoking, drinking, etc. this is basically a mini-fic.
walking into the bar, a cigarette smoke and booze aroma fills the air, typical for a bar. already feeling the stares and gazes of men that were looking for a good time. the skimpy outfit you were wearing catching the attention of men and women alike.
one man in particular caught your eye. wearing a brown leather jacket, a pair of blue cargo pants, and an angry expression on his face. blue eyes filled with resentment. walking over to the bar and sitting one seat away from him, you order your drink and sneak glances at him every once in awhile.
at one point he catches you staring and feeling a little bit bold, “what’s got you so angry, you look like you could take a load off.” smiling not-so-innocently, he turns to you and looks you up and down, “huh…if you’re looking for a one-night-stand, i’m not your guy.”
“who said i wanted to have sex with you? i just asked you a simple question, it’s obvious you’re pissed about something.” you snickered, trying to get him to loosen up a bit. “i mean, i’d like to sleep with you because you’re hot but-“, you ended your sentence there.
even though he still looked pissed, he gave a small smile. “it’s…complicated.” he looked back down at the bar as you move to the seat right next to him, “well…if you feel like telling me, i’m willing to listen.”
of course, jason being the big softy he is, looked at you. the innocence in your eyes, he knew you were being genuine, something that was really hard to come by now.
jason sighs, feeling himself break, who could resist a pretty girl like you? he didn’t know, he just knew it wasn’t him.
“okay, but not here.”
and that’s how you two met, probably the best part of the relationship.
and probably eight months of knowing each other, you became official.
at this point you knew about how he was a previous robin and was killed but brought back to life. you knew he was angry with batman for replacing him and leaving him to die.
the often times jason would have nightmares, you would comfort him, holding jason in your arms as he silently cried into your shoulder.
but it wasn’t always so cute.
he moved into your apartment, and sure it may have been extremely early on in the relationship, but both of you felt as though it was the best decision.
things started to get a little weird, he would stay out late, coming back between 4:00 A.M. and 6:00 A.M., and when he did come back, he was covered in bruises. he always tries to convince you that he was fine, but this was seriously worrying you.
the man you loved was going out every night and getting hurt, and was constantly lying to you.
you knew he wouldn’t cheat on you, and the bruises didn’t look like hickeys, so you ruled that out.
“jay? can we talk?”
you say leaning on the doorway of your bedroom, your boyfriend laying on the bed, looking like the fine specimen he is.
“yeah, what’s up?” he says looking up from whatever he was doing. jason pats the space next to him, inviting you to sit next to him. you sit in said spot and take his hand in yours.
“please be honest with me, what’re you doing on those nights where you come home really late at night?”
you look into his eyes, feeling his emotions change from content, to afraid. jason’s eyebrows furrow, pulling his hand away from you.
“i’m not doing anything.”
“really? because every time you come home, you’re covered in bruises, your lip bleeding, and you’re wearing this weird symbol on your chest. why are you lying to me?” you raise your voice, tired of the constant lies.
“it’s non of your concern!” in turn, jason raises his voice, acting defensive because he would hate it if you saw him for the monster he felt like he was.
“actually, it is! you’re my partner, my one and only, if we’re going to do this, you need to trust me!” you were almost yelling at this point, and jason wasn’t having any of it.
“IT’S NOT YOU I DON’T TRUST!” he snapped, soon realizing that he had scared you, seeing you flinch.
jason sighs, “listen, i’m sorry okay? it’s just if i were to tell you, you’d be out at risk just because of who i am. you mean too much to me, and i really don’t want to lose you.”
he feels a huge weight lift off of his chest, finally admitting that he felt like a monster for what he did.
jason puts his hands on either side of your face, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against yours. his white tuft of hair falling in front of his eyes.
“i understand that you want to protect me jason, but i can’t help but worry about you when you’re out every night, coming home with injuries, and i don’t know what you’re doing. you are the most important person in my life and the last thing i want is for something to happen to you.”
you lean in and kiss him softly, letting him know that you weren’t going anywhere. “if you don’t want to tell me right now, that’s fine, but please don’t lie to me, remember, i’m an empath.” you giggle and smile. he looks at you with so much love and adoration.
“i know, i’ll never get away with lying to you.”
“no, no you won’t.”
i kinda like this one, i hope you enjoyed! :)
also, here is the song that the fic is inspired by. <3
j.t. | all i wanted
pairing: jason todd x unrequited!reader & platonic!dick grayson x platonic!reader
a/n: dear fucking god- this hurt to write- and this is an au where all the robins are living at the manor. reader is close friends with the batboys. also “she” is the new batgirl- also, there isn’t a specific iteration of the characters that is mentioned, i left that up to your imagination. :) and i didn’t know how tf to begin this-
request: yes by @artistichoodiegirl : “i wrote a poem that reminds me of jason. can you write an angst fic based off of it?”
warnings: ANGST OMFG THE ANGST- also, i don’t know if i like the way this came out, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless. :)
you wanted to deny your feelings for him, but being as that felt physically impossible, you felt like a lost cause. crying your eyes out almost every night all because of a stupid guy. your brain tells you that you’re an adult, that you shouldn’t be so messed up over a guy, that you’re pathetic for feeling this way.
this night wasn’t any different, laying on your bed, wallowing in your own self pity.
dick walked down the hallway to your bedroom to tell you that dinner was ready, but when he heard your sniffling through the door before he was about to knock, he became concerned for his best friend. dick knocked, not giving you a chance to respond before turning the handle and opening your door to find you and your room a mess.
tissues everywhere, empty water-bottles, and and dishes on your bed-side table. he sighed before asking the same question he had been asking you for days, “are you okay?”
you turned to him, and what he saw shocked him. your hair messy and all over the place, eyes and nose red, it didn’t look like you were just sad, you looked ill.
“yeah, i’m just peachy.” you replied sarcastically, trying to deter him from being serious with you. “y/n i’m being serious. you’ve been cooped up in here for what seems like days, the boys are worried about you.” you chuckled, still trying to make it seem like you were okay.
dick walked a little bit further into your room before closing the door, knowing you didn’t like your door open. he moves to your bed, sitting across from you, “is he worried?” you asked, already thinking that this certain “he” couldn’t give less of shit about you.
“yes, jason is. he’s been wondering if you’re okay, why you’ve been avoiding him, and why you won’t even so much as look at him anymore.” you keep your eyes looking away from dick, knowing looking at him would make you sob again. “you know i can’t tell him why.”
“why not? you aren’t going to ruin his happiness with her by just talking to him about how you feel. i bet you’d even find at least some closure by talking to him!” you know he’s right, he usually is about these things. you, again, didn’t respond. opting to keep your eyes away from dicks gaze.
“if you’re not going to talk to him, fine. but at least come out and get dinner, talk to the rest of the family for a little bit, please?”
“i don’t know dick-“ “please, for me?” you shouldn’t have looked at him, his gorgeous blue eyes are impossible to say no to. “…fine. but let me get ready, i look like absolute shit right now.”
“yeah, you do.” that earned him a pillow to the face.
you closed your bedroom door before heading down the hall and to the kitchen. were you nervous, yeah. did you really want to speak to jason, no. but, you were doing this for your best friend and no one else.
and of course, the sight that you didn’t want to see the most was right in front of you, jason sitting on the couch with her in his lap, almost on top of him.
“hey, look who finally came out of hiding.” you mentally cursed tim for making it obvious. heads turned, but jason’s and hers stayed where they were, as though the couldn’t care less. you looked away from them and moved over to where damian, tim, and dick had been sitting after already getting some food.
you were 90% sure that tim knew about your feelings for jason, you didn’t know if damian knew or cared, and of course, dick being the emotional support friend, of course he knew.
you four sat in comfortable silence, occasionally hearing jason and her giggle, making you want to shiver from how uncomfortable it was. tim seemed to notice this and gave you a look of sympathy, damian lyes back on the couch and muttered to himself, “idiot…” looking at jason.
you chuckled softly, you didn’t know what it was, but damian had a way of making you feel better, even if it was unintentional. of course he knew, your moping had been kind of obvious.
making comfortable small talk with the other boys while eating, jason occasionally looked at you. ‘i should talk to her.’ he thought, before being distracted by the woman in front of him.
laying on your bed, staring at the ceiling trying not be/ feel pathetic for being upset that he didn’t even speak to you during dinner. you grabbed the pillow on the other side of your bed and pushed it over your face, and screamed.
even though jason has never slept in your bed with you, it felt…cold and lonely. he was something you craved, but knew you could never have, like god just wanted to continue to fuck you over.
there’s a knock on the door and you’re sitting up very quickly, “hey, can we talk?” it was jason.
hoping you looked okay, you gave a little huff and said to yourself, “don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry…”
“come in!” jason heard through the door, turning the handle and making his way into your room. your eyes widened and tried to act normal, like his presence didn’t make your stomach do flips. he closes the door behind you and sits next to you on the bed, you of course still not looking at him.
“why have you been avoiding me? you haven’t talked to me in days, and you can barely look at me. what’s going on?”
you wanted to tell him, you really did. but you couldn’t ruin what they had, knowing it’d be awkward for you, jason, her, and the rest of the boys.
“nothing is the matter jason, i just…haven’t been in the best state of mind recently, that’s all.” you mustered enough courage to turn and look at him, automatically regretting it to find him already looking at you. his eyes full of concern, but void of love. sure, maybe an almost sibling love, but not romantic. before all of this you had tried to make it painfully obvious of how you thought of him. but after she showed up, there was nothing really you could do.
“y/n, i’m going to take your word for it, and not pry. but i still want to talk to you.” “about?”
he looked at you once again, “does it matter?”
no, it didn’t, all that mattered was that he was talking you, something you had tried to avoid but internally yearned for.
asking the most painful question, just to make it seem like you really were okay, “how’re things going between you two?” he laughed, his beautiful smile never failing to mesmerize you.
“they’re going pretty good actually, i think i want to marry her.”
why were you surprised? they had been going for awhile now and of course he’d want to marry her. she could give him everything he wanted.
you tried not to whip your head around at him, you also tried not to burst out in sobs upon hearing those words. he wanted to marry her? “oh wow, that’s…a big commitment.” you laughed, trying to seem normal.
he in turn laughed a little too, “yeah, i know, but she just makes me so happy. i finally have the chance to have the family i’ve always wanted,”
“have two kids, preferably daughters. i am definitely going to name one amber.” of course he would, he’d always loved that name.
the pain in your chest is indescribable, you had hoped that he’d be having that family with you. but , it seems as though you may have waited too long. “that sounds amazing…i’m so happy for you.”
the words sounded disingenuous, but at this point you didn’t care. it hurt too much to see the person you love the absolute most, talk about starting a family with someone other than you.
faking a yawn you stood up, “i’m pretty tired, so i’m gonna have to kick you out now.” jason gazed up at you, faking being offended. “wow, we just started talking again and you’re kicking me out? rude.”
you laughed as he stood up and walked to your door, you following not far behind. when he stood just outside your door and in the hallway, there was an awkward silence. “goodnight, jason-“
“before i leave, can i get a hug? i’ve missed you y’know.” jason held his hand between the door and the doorway.
you hated how much you loved those words, he said he missed you. “yeah, you can have a hug.”
jason pushes the door open and quickly wraps his arms around your waist, and you wrap your arms around his neck. “please never avoid me like that again.”
he muttered in your ear, sounding genuinely hurt by what you had done. “i won’t.”
it felt like minutes before he pulled away, looking down at you and smiling. “you should get some sleep, i can see your eye bags underneath your concealer.”
“shut up, asshole.” you laughed, knowing he was just teasing you. jason stepped out of your room and into the hallway, “goodnight, y/n.”
“goodnight, jason.” you both smiled at one another before he walked down the hall to his bedroom. you closed your door and suddenly everything hit you like a ton of bricks.
he was going to marry her, he wanted her children, and he’s going to name one amber.
he’s going to have the “big, happy family life”, something you knew you probably would be apart of. possibly babysitting his children.
you hated thinking about it, but, as long as he was happy. you’d do anything for him, even while suffering in silence.
now you were left to yourself, again, laying in your bed, staring at the ceiling, tears streaming down the sides of your face and soaking your hair.
“fuck, i’m pathetic.”
you cried yourself to sleep, for the 7th time that week. wishing you would have been brave enough to just tell him how you feel, but instead you’re all alone.
and who else is there to blame, but yourself?
also, here’s the poem that the requester wrote! <3
I tried to win your love but
I can't compete
when she already won
god she's so much better
you should give her that diamond ring
I was begging for
I bet she's dying for you to get down on one knee
You probably already sing her to sleep
brush her hair
like you used to do for me
now i'm alone
got no one to hold
god my bed is so cold
But I still hope she's happy
make her smile when she's lonely
and give her a home
now that I'm alone..
imagine all of the little babies
you'll have driving her crazy
You'll probably have 2 daughters
I bet you'll name one Amber
you always really liked that name
you'll be such a wonderful father
I know you had those doubts
but I know she'll even them out,
And even though we aren't together
you always have my shoulder
for when your doubts
start to make the world dark
I just hope I'll still be around
to meet all of your little ones
but for now
I'll sit here and watch you…
be happy
I bet she's feels lucky
I'm glad you have one another
to hold each other
and keep the bed warm...
I hope you're happy
and never ever feel lonely
I'm glad you found a home
now that I'm alone...
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j.t. & d.g. | cuddle head-cannons
pairing: jason todd x reader & dick grayson x reader
a.n: again, gn!reader. and i went for a more comic book jason with this one. bc in the comics this man is HUGE- 😫
warnings: tooth rotting fluff. >:)
jason todd
would absolutely never admit that he liked cuddling to ANYONE, except you ofc.
this man is a whole ass UNIT.
tall asf and built asf. and this fucker loves that he is.
sit on his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, he’s in heaven.
i feel like his favorite cuddle position sleep wise would be:
you pulled into his chest, his arms wrapped around your middle and hands resting your back. jasons’ chin resting on top of your head, and your legs tangled together.
bruh, you don’t even need the comforter, this man is a whole ass heater.
you begging him to cuddle you during the winter months, and being the shit he is:
jason: >:) “…no.”
y/n: “WHAT DO YOU MEAN, NO?!”
dick grayson
the sweetest mf.
you don’t even have to ask him for cuddles, it’s like he has a psychic sense for them.
you two cuddling at any chance you get bc he’s, a lot of time, on missions and could get a call at any minute.
i think his favorite cuddle position would be:
him spooning you, arms wrapped around your middle and his face nuzzled into your neck.
whenever you’re cuddling like this, he likes to purposefully breathe on your neck to try and get a reaction out of you.
(i pretty much head-cannon all of the batboys to be little shits- 😭🤚🏻)
if you’re ticklish…good luck- he’s gonna tickle tf out of you- 💀
y’all know those little hum noises that people make whenever they’re content?
yeah, he makes those little noises all the time when you two are cuddling and it’s the cutest shit-
i really like this one, my love for both of these boys might be concerning-
Y/N: It must be so nice to be rich instead of having to develop a personality.
Dick: Shut up.
Y/N: Buy my silence.
| m.list |
** = angst
^ = smut
jason todd
random smutty scenario ^
all i wanted **
secrets **
drunken confessions
if you love me (really love me) **
dick grayson
cuddling head-cannons
i promise **
drunken confessions
late night
training
steve rogers
relationship head-cannons
peter parker
i hear a symphony**
j.t. | smutty scenario
pairing: titans!jason todd x fem!reader
an: just a little bit of ✨S P I C E✨
warnings: smut, begging, bad writing.
jason was eating you out like a man STARVED. flicking your clit with his tongue, his middle and ring fingers deep inside you, brushing by your cervix every once in awhile.
jason curled his fingers inside you, pressing on that spot that made your eyes role to the back of your head, “jay! i’m gonna cum…” your voice barely above a whisper, but loud enough for him to hear.
he saw an opportunity and took it, pulling his fingers out of your pussy and stopping all movement of his mouth.
you get up, obviously pissed that he stopped, “what the fuck? why’d you stop?” you whined, jason smirks, “you wanna cum, beg for it.”
“…i’m not in the fucking mood.” and this little cocky shit goes, “well, i guess you’re not cumming tonight.” he shrugs, as if this bitch doesn’t have the biggest hard on- 💀🤚🏻
you pout, finally giving into what he wanted of you, “please…” it’s like your pride held you back from saying what you wanted, and of course that isn’t enough for jason, “i’m gonna need more babe.”
rolling your eyes, even though you kinda enjoyed begging, “please jay, please make me cum, i need it…”
jason, finally satisfied with your answer, smirked once again and gave you what you wanted.
before you know it, his fingers are back inside you, and his tongue is back on your clit. “fuck! mmm feels so good-“ that familiar pressure returns and you’re on cloud nine.
fuck im bad at endings- 💀
also inspired by one of @smellslikemultifandomimagines amazing head-cannons!
s.r. | relationship headcannons! :)
i mean, obvi not requested, but here we go!
pairing: steve rogers x reader
gn! reader, no pronouns are used.
warnings: none! unless you’re uncomfortable with a little smuttiness.
I FUCKING LOVE THIS PICTURE-✨😫💖💞💓
ugh, he would adore you.
you two are the badass, annoying lovey-dovey couple that everyone hates, but can’t help but ship anyway.
on missions he’s so scared of you getting hurt that he occasionally all the time makes sure you okay through coms.
don’t get me wrong, he knows you’re fully capable of taking care of yourself, but he can’t help but get worried bc his BABY IS OUT THERE KICKING ASS-
he won’t coddle you tho, he will hold your ass accountable.
if you’re training together he will go softer on you by instinct, but he’ll stop once he knows it pisses you off.
getting hot and bothered during training.
when he has you pinned to the mat you kiss him to catch him off guard and flip him over. ;)
you being rightfully pissed off if he were to ever compare you to peggy during an argument.
a wee bit sexual: (for smaller readers) he lives for the size difference between you. if you do the hand comparison thing, he’ll blush a little bit.
listening to new music together! (make him listen to WAP, i dare you. the reaction would be PRICELESS)
trying newer recipes, bc the food they had before going in the ice- ew.
also going back to music, sLOW DANCING TOGETHER TO FRANK SINATRA OR NAT KING COLE- (who is criminally underrated btw 😤)
bucky and sam and even tony making fun of him bc of how whipped and soft he is for you- 💀 not while you’re around of course.
steve thinks you’re so badass (which you are 💅🏻✨)
getting insanely jealous if someone were to flirt with him in front of you. (Y/N: 👊🏻😠)
he is not the best at expressing emotion, he feels as though you’ll think of less of him, it’s not really asinine to imply since he did grow up when a man had to be “tough and manly”which meant not really expressing emotion. but also feels like he has a reputation to upkeep since he’s “big, boss man-“
but of course you help him realize that it’s okay to open up and express emotion.
“it’s not 1940 anymore, times have changed.”
SEXY TIME:
absolutely does not want to hurt you.
oH GOD- introducing him to new kinks would be an EXPERIENCE-
for ex:
“steve?” he turns to look over at you, “i want to try something.” steve quirks a brow, curious. “well, what is it?” “i want you to choke me.”
steve: 😳 “you want me to what-“
he’s a little scared, but willing to try it.
will CONSTANTLY ASK if you’re okay, if it feels good, if he’s hurting you, etc.
overall, an amazing lover.
i really hope y’all liked it! my first time writing something an actually posting it, a little nervous- 😅
it’s also really short- 💀🤚🏻