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they/them. eighteen. neurodivergent. poc queer chronically online penguin.
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𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 i do not give permission to have my works reposted, translated, or fed to ai. and yes, i will put a generational curse on you if you do 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
☝️🤓 if i have to go through uni so does he
and what if i made reader have jason deepthroating his own gun. what then???
Morning
i love you shy reader-inserts i love you naive reader-inserts i love you soft-spoken reader-inserts i love any and all reader-inserts and you should not complain about them in the x reader tag. by doing so you are putting down someone's creative work and efforts when you could have simply moved on, or even better, written your own story
Red Hoooood guyyssss
living under a rock is so fun i love watching a movie that’s been famous for decades and being like wow this is so good.. did you guys know about this
KEEPING VIGIL
Jason Todd, who sleeps with his face pressed to the curve of your spine, who listens to the quiet sounds coming from your phone.
Jason Todd, who can't stop the love that cinches his chest tight when your back shakes with a stifled giggle.
What's makin' you laugh, baby?
Jason Todd, who rubs his thumb across your stomach when you sniffle, the muted light of your phone trickling into his hazy vision.
What's makin' you sad, with that big heart of yours?
Jason Todd, who falls asleep knowing that you keep vigil, that your heartbeat sits in front of his.
Timkon stars | Never too late for this trend>:3
Orig pose : @lilalienz4ever
That one friend you're worried about
Soft love with Jason Todd
Jason Todd... loves to evaluate books with you. The two of you even have a tiny book club where you choose a book to read and by the end of each month you both have a deep discussion about it.
Jason Todd... is extremely affectionate with you and slightly clingy. When he's tired at night and you're doing things, he'll wrap his arms around your waist and bury his head into your shoulder.
Jason Todd... always wants to get burgers with you because he is complete fatass.
Jason Todd... enjoys when you're bold and actually make the first move because it really shows that your love for him is real.
Jason Todd... finds it funny when you tease him about anything and pretends to pout whenever you make a really good remark.
Im tired asf goodnight.
do you guys think the ocean waves is earth orgasming
Jason: Would you let me-
Y/N: Yes.
Jason: Wha-
Y/N: Yes.
Jason: Sweetheart, I didn’t even finish-
Y/N: Don’t care.
Y/N: Have at me.
messing with the beat of my heart being jason todd’s warm up weight at the gym playing | cool cat- queen
“Jay, is the fucking AC in this hell of a place broken or is it just its natural flames from the rage of these gym bros?” were the first words you uttered after finishing your first set at your boyfriend’s new gym.
Your sweetheart of a boyfriend had convinced you to finally go try out the new gym he joined recently instead of going to the training area in the manor, just to have some change in his routine. Now that you lived together, the latter option is a bit too far away to make the drive in the early mornings when he likes to go to enjoy the silence and quiet of both the place and his mind.
The issue came not because you were unathletic or hated the gym or were embarrassed to train with him, but rather because you loved the one you were going to. All women, completely reasonable prices and fancy guided classes available for everyone without paying more. That offer in Gotham is incredibly tempting, plus, you had made friends already there.
His insistence started the other day, when he was doing some pushups shirtless in the middle of the living room before he went to shower. To tease him a bit, you got near the too-muscular back and pushed down with your socked foot as he moved up and down in rhythm with his breathing, trying to mess with the beat. He stopped when his chest was down and looked up at you as he came up.
“Are you trying something or...” he questioned you with an arch in his brow.
“Just seeing if you manage to keep up with that tempo if you can deal with more weight than yours” you looked down mischievously. Expecting some resistance, you were surprised when he stood in his knees and wrangled you behind him, wrapping your arms against his torso to lay you down across his back and resuming his task.
“Sweetheart, “he said without a single sign of struggling, “if you think this is hard for me, you should see the weights I move at the gym. You are, not to be corny, genuinely like a feather”. Turns out, he not only could do pushups with a bit of weight from your legs, but he could do 50 easily with your whole body on top of his.
And that actually piqued your interest. So, when he offered to come one day to the gym with him just to have fun with each other and bullshit some exercises, you accepted without a doubt. Not every day you see the hunk of a man that your lovely boyfriend is move multiples of your body weight like it’s nothing.
And so, you had finished your warmup for a simple and easy leg day when the heat got unbearable and you turned to him to complain and saw him stacking plates like a maniac on a bench press. Questioning the integrity of the bar to manage the ridiculous weight, you got closer with very much curiosity to see him do the exercise.
Once he finished placing the plate he was carrying, he turned to you and stared at your reaction to the weight on the bar. Amused at the situation, he ignored your question and mumbled “you though the other day I’d struggle with your weight” with a chuckle at the end. “Matter of fact,” he continued, “how much do you weight? Wait, I actually don’t care, I could use you as my warmup weight right now”.
A bit dizzy at his natural confidence, you tried to reason jokingly that he probably couldn’t use you for the exercise, when he just came up to you, picked you up and carried you over to the bench he was set up. He placed his hands in your chest and lower abdomen where he knew he wouldn’t hurt you and just pulled you over his chest, moving you up and down with embarrassing ease.
“And you doubted I couldn’t carry you properly the other day after dinner when your feet hurt” he mumbled in between reps. With a perfect form, he kept going until he seemed content enough with your expression and he deemed the warmup to be complete.
Lowering you down gently to avoid getting hit on the bench, you grabbed onto the bar as you stumbled out of his grip and his hand lowered to your back as you regained composure. The completely innocent gesture had left you tomato red, comically blushing like a cartoon, and instead of making fun of you as others would have done, he laughed softly before pulling you into his chest for a quick hug.
He pressed a kiss to the top of your head while your mumbling muffled itself by his wide, muscular chest and he pushed you apart just as softly as he drew you near. Now feeling more composed but still heavily attracted to your boyfriend, you stood nearby as he began his series, telling you to spot him even if he knew didn’t need it in any way, shape or form.
When he finished, you kissed his cheek before telling him that you’d keep going with your own workout, and as you began to set up for the hip thrust, he spoke across the empty gym “Jesus fucking christ, and you were saying that I lifted heavy? How much do you have loaded up there? I’m telling Damian that if he messes with my books again, he can deal with you, holy shit”.
Laughing at his antics, you kept doing your exercises without a rush in the world, visiting each other’s stations in between sets to try out the weird machines in the corners of the gym.
a/n: a lil something something to make up the mess from yesterday’s chapter; this story was inspired by the time I saw a girl in my gym with an incredible fit lifting a shit ton and when she finished her set, the buffest guy came over and kissed her cheek
