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hanasnx · 3 months

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brucie and his 19 year old girlfriend who he flaunts around Gotham like it’s no big deal. he takes her everywhere and anywhere there will be press. everyone is so shocked and they don’t even know what to say. especially the kids. dick and jason are (high key) jealous of it… -🍓

PART ONE ✩ PART TWO MINORS DNI 18+

BRUCE WAYNE has been keeping you around to garner attention around himself and off of his dealings as the Batman. You were the perfect candidate given your social influence, your popularity, and it helped you were easy on the eyes. If Bruce Wayne was the center of controversy for dating someone half his age, Batman could keep a lookout on Penguin’s latest caches without distractions like the Cobblepots releasing a statement that Batman is wrongfully investigating a man based on appearance. Prejudice doesn’t make the news, but an age gap does.

You practically float off the floor when Bruce is around, whether it be an arm around your waist; leading you or twirling you like a dance with music he hums; sweeping you off your feet, easily up over his head. It becomes clear why he’s so dangerous, he’s such a charmer. Somehow he has romance dialed in, and you fell for someone so put-together. You love going everywhere with him, and when a fan asks for a picture, he’s the first to hug you from behind and curl his huge body around you, cheek-to-cheek with his chin over your shoulder. He’s so shamelessly touchy. It gets to a point where he likes when you scold him with a pat. Hitting his sturdy bicep when he tugs the neckline of your dress to him for a peek at your tits, and all he does is growl at you playfully, like you’re asking for it later.

To be honest, you are. Yet, Bruce won’t get it to you. He dangles it over your head in public, but alone he makes up some excuse and calls his butler to drive you home.

One time when you’ve been invited to the Manor, it was so you could get ready and drive to a gala with Bruce. Arriving together is a big statement, and you’re excited, but in a much realer sense there’s a tickle of dread in your stomach. Bruce told you to make yourself comfortable and wait for him, he’s terribly sorry that he has to attend to something first and if he’d had it his way a lady wouldn’t wait on a gentleman. You’ve already fantasized this might be it, he’s finally going to ask you. Sitting on this chaise in front of a fire you clench your legs together at the reminder. Perhaps he’s getting ready so he’ll finally sleep with you. Briefly, you imagine what the paparazzi would bark at you if you arrived to the gala with sex hair. It brings a smile to your face.

Just in case, you had outfitted yourself with a tasteful nightgown underneath your clothes, and you decide now is the time to enact it. Shimmying off your garments, you then arrange yourself seductively on the chaise. Bruce’ll be here any minute, and he always acts so insatiable in public. Maybe if you surprise him, he won’t be able to steel himself. Your fingers play with the hem, already short but your ride it up even more, and trace circles onto your bare hip. You’ve felt his hands on your hips when you wore a stringy little bikini for him on his yacht, and those callused hands had pulled you right down on his lap to stick his tongue in your mouth. You can still taste it, closing your eyes to revisualize it. He was so big underneath you—

“… and this is a one time thing, understand? My debt is paid.”

“Don’t worry, birdboy, I won’t tell your old man—“

Voices come into focus, alerting you as the door opens and not one but two people come in. Two people you do not recognize. Without thinking it through, you stand to conceal your seductive pose meant for someone else, and everything else slips your mind.

Two men. Boyish. Both with black hair that’s grown out, and one of them with a white stripe sprouting from the front of his hairline.

“Oh,” DICK GRAYSON says. He’s no stranger to walking in on something he shouldn’t see. “Sorry, didn’t see you there.”

“Nice outfit.” JASON TODD adds, and you can tell he’s making fun of you. Your cheeks grow red hot, and you scramble for something to cover yourself up. A thin throw blanket folded over the back of the chaise is hastily straightened out to cover yourself.

Wary he might cause you grief, Dick points to a bookshelf behind you. “We just have to… get something.” He waits for something, and you realize he wants you to reply. You nod, hoping to just end this as soon as possible.

The blanket covers most, but a lot of your thigh is exposed. You try to turn with them as you they pass you, but Jason cranes his neck to catch a glance of your ass. The undersides of it hang out of your tiny nightgown. An indignant crease in your brow forms, and you make an obvious move to yank the blanket over your ass, turning it away from him. Dick keeps going, Jason hangs behind. “What’re you doing here, missy? You look a little young.” Condescension. The last thing you need right now is a conversation.

“Yeah, are you looking for someone?” Dick asks over his shoulder, more polite than his companion as he searches the spines of books with a finger.

You hesitate to say anything, you don’t know these people. “I’m waiting on someone.” A tremble shivers through you, the back of you cold from being away from the fire, and your nerves didn’t help.

“You’re not a hooker, are you?” Jason’s blunt nature shines through in his question, not that he’s intrigued or judgmental, just curious.

Your first instinct is to be offended he’d say something like that to a lady, frowning at him with a scoff. “What? No! And—!” It dawns on you that you shouldn’t put down sex work, you’re overreacting. So you wiggle your shoulders and stick your nose in the air, prissing up your attitude. “It wouldn’t matter if I was.” you say, quieter this time.

“Sure, it does. I’ve got cash on me.” Jason replies, only to get that cute offended look back on your face.

“Jason, shut up. She doesn’t know you’re trying to get under her skin.” Dick plucks out the book, and flips through it. He joins you and Jason, and you take a wary step back. He doesn’t notice, snapping the book shut and handing it off to Jason. Those blue eyes are back on you again, and you swear you see him give you a quick once-over. “Whoever you’re waiting on is a lucky guy.” he says, and by his tone you’re unsure if it’s a genuine flirt. When he smiles, dimples define, and for a brief second you’re weak in the knees.

A third voice pipes up, deeper than them both. “She’s with me.” Bruce says, walking in as he adjusts his cuff links. “Jason, always a pleasure to find you sneaking around my house.”

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withleeknow · 3 months

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On his clingy days, which are quite rare, Minho will snuggle up against your back like a koala whilst you cook or clean. As you wander around the house like two linked penguins, his head will be resting on your shoulder and his arms are wrapped around your waist.

i may or may not be in #softleeknowhrs rn

- 🍓

clingy mimo 😭

you're right, those would be rare days indeed. so when they do happen, it makes it even more special.

physical touch as his secondary love language goes crazy. it would start off with lingering touches while you're still in bed together, him not willing to let you get up and go about your day just yet. then he thinks oh? he can just spend your day with you. that's when he starts latching onto your body wherever you go - when you brush your teeth and wash your face, when you do your morning skincare, when you take care of the chores that you left until today.

he'd let you go when it's time to make breakfast though. but, since he's the chef, he would wrap your arms around his own waist from behind, making you back hug him as he cooks for the both of you. you look like a couple of dumbasses maneuvering the kitchen, bumping into counters, knocking things over, but he still wouldn't let you let go of him :(

#stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids imagines #stray kids fic #lee know x reader #lee know x you #lee know imagines #lee know fluff #🍓 anon #answered #blurbs

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nadvs · 6 days

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okay so basically i was thinking that rafe and reader just had a kid and rafe has been neglecting them and reader for whatever reason and then topper or anyone comes over and since the kid hasn’t seen rafe in so long they end up calling them dad which rafe hears and gets mad at for a bit and then someone puts him in check and he apologizes to reader and starts putting more effort into the family🩷

🍓anon

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You don’t understand how Rafe can be so heartless.

Whenever your son smiles at you, dimples just like his father’s, you wonder how Rafe doesn’t miss him. How he can drift in and out of your home, hardly ever present.

Your relationship was once so joyful. You ran in the same social circles, eyes on each other at parties, when your mutual friend Topper finally introduced you to each other.

You hit it off and started dating and then, six months into your relationship, your life changed forever when you stood tense in your bathroom, a positive pregnancy test in your hand.

Rafe was shaken at first. He was shaken for a while. It wasn’t until he saw the screen at your first ultrasound that he could fully understand that you were bringing a human being into the world.

And then he settled into the role, feeling genuinely hopeful about the future for the first time in life. He found a beachfront condo for your growing family. He filled it with furniture. He started talking about all the things the three of you could do together.

But as your son grew, the stress got to the both of you, leading you into more and more arguments with each other. Rafe became cold and distant.

You tried to talk sense into him, tell him that if he was falling out of love with you, that was fine, but he had to love your child. Regardless, Rafe kept drifting away from both of you, your once solid family breaking apart and deteriorating.

One afternoon, you text Topper asking if he can buy and drop off diapers. Rafe was supposed to do it but he hasn’t been home in days. You don’t want to bother calling him, knowing he’ll just disappoint you.

When he comes by, you can see it in Topper’s expression that you look just as sad as you feel.

“You okay?” He’s standing outside the door, handing you the box of diapers.

“I’m so tired,” you admit, voice cracking. “He’s barely even home, Top. It’s like he’s checking out.”

Your son waddles towards you, arms spread out. You wipe away your tears and pick him up, forcing a smile for him.

When he looks at Topper and babbles dada, your heart shatters.

“That’s not dada,” you say, kissing your son on the cheek. You look to your friend. “Sorry. I’m kind of a mess right now. Thank you for dropping these off.”

Rafe is at the club, drinking a scotch and gazing out at the golf course, when his phone starts buzzing, Topper’s name on his screen. He answers with a tired drawl.

“Hey, man,” he hears on the other line. “You gotta get your shit together.”

“What?”

“Your girl’s not doing so good. And your kid thought I was his dad.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“She asked me to buy diapers,” Topper says. “Shouldn’t you be doing that?”

Rafe can only angrily hang up, his blood running hot. You’re calling other people for help? Really?

He finds your name in his phone and calls you. But you don’t answer.

It’s late when he finally comes home, carrying two big grocery bags.

You just got your son down to sleep and rush to the door, shushing Rafe as he walks in. He’s pissed off that the first thing you do when you see him is shush him.

“What’s all this?” you ask, looking at the full, heavy bags he’s carrying.

“Apparently, you got someone else to bring you diapers,” he says bitterly, “but I got everything else we need.”

“How would you know what we need?” you say tersely.

“Don’t give me shit right now,” Rafe mutters, placing the bags on the kitchen counter. He starts to put things away, loudly opening cupboards and drawers, when you grip his arm.

“You’ll wake him,” you scold. Rafe turns to look at you, his eyes narrowing.

“I did something good,” he says. “Can you show some goddamn appreciation?”

“Am I supposed to thank you for buying us food?” you snap. “It’s your job.”

Rafe hangs his head, sighing deeply as he rests his hands on the hard marble counter. You’re expecting him to keep arguing with you. But his next words come out strained.

“He thought Top was his dad?” he mumbles.

You cross your arms, feeling a sense of vindication.

“Yeah,” you say. “Can you blame him? He’s the only guy he’s seen around here in a long time.”

Rafe cracks his neck, pacing away from you as he breathes deeply, circling back towards you.

“Why’d you call him?” Rafe asks. He hates that another man provided for his family.

“What, and not you? Like you’re so reliable,” you mutter. “Where the hell have you been, Rafe?”

Rafe’s been living in a haze. He can’t forget your last argument when you screamed at him that if he didn’t love you, fine, but he had to love your son.

Fine. You’re fine if he doesn’t love you anymore.

Rafe has never cried in front of you. He always stifled it or left the room whenever he felt the thick threat of tears in his throat. He thought he had to be a man.

But at this point, he’s too weak to put up a front.

When Rafe starts sniffling, your heart drops. You’re in complete shock that he cares enough to cry about this.

You’re speechless. You stand across from him, just as still as you were the day you learned you were pregnant.

“Home,” he replies, voice thin. He’s been staying at the house, ignoring everyone. When he gets stir crazy, he goes to the club. Either way, he’s been a shell of himself, carrying his sorrow wherever he goes.

“This is home,” you say softly. You look down at the floor, your brows pinched. “What happened? We used to be…”

“What? In love?” he mutters.

“Happy.” You meet his glossy eyes. “Now all we do is fight.”

“And whose fucking fault is that?” he mutters. You scoff incredulously.

“It takes two, Rafe,” you snap. “Is that why you bailed? Because things got tough? Your baby needs you.”

“But do you need me?” he says. His words render you speechless. An even harder, colder tension grows between you.

“You said you’d be fine if I didn’t love you anymore,” he says lowly.

“I meant…” You take a deep breath. “Rafe, I’m… I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t love me anymore,” he mutters. “You’ll leave. I’ll barely see him. What’s the point in delaying it?”

Your head is muddled. Normally, you’d put your hand on his when he spins out like this. Talk him down. But he has hurt you so much lately that touching him would feel unnatural.

“I’d never keep your son away from you,” you say.

“But you would break up me,” he says. You’re so angry at him that giving him any sort of reassurance feels like a betrayal to your pain. He doesn’t deserve the consoling.

But then you notice a tear roll down his cheek and your heart softens.

“Is that why you’ve been like this?” you ask.

Over the past few weeks, Rafe realized he was always scared of being abandoned. Under thick layers of anger and disdain, he fears inadequacy. And why not leave before he’s left?

He stares at you in silence, as if saying his fears out loud will make them come true.

“It’s not on me. You stopped loving me a long time ago,” you say, allowing him to see a crack in your armor.

“I never…” he begins resolutely. “I’ll never stop loving you.”

“And this is how you treat somebody you love? By giving up?” you say. “I’ve been doing everything alone. Do you have any idea how exhausted I am?”

Rafe pinches the bridge of his nose, the guilt he’s been repressing flooding him all at once. He knows he’s failing you. Failing your family.

He won’t say anything else. He can’t.

“If you’re sleeping here tonight, you can take the couch,” you say, pacing out of the kitchen. “I don’t want to even lie next to you.”

Rafe doesn’t give into the impulse to leave, even though his fears and anxieties are screaming at him to. He settles onto the couch. It takes him an hour to fall asleep.

When you wake up to your son’s crying from the nursery at dawn, you hear Rafe’s soft, tired voice consoling him. You drift back off into sleep, sure he’ll call you for help within minutes.

When consciousness slowly pulls you out of your slumber, you can tell by the brightness in your room that it’s well past sunrise. When you check your phone, you’re shocked to see that you slept until noon.

You head downstairs, your chest tightening when you see Rafe playing with your son, his smile bright.

Rafe’s blue eyes meet yours. He gave you the gift of rest, something you’ve been dying for.

“I’m not giving up,” Rafe says. “If you break up with me, I want to know that at least, I… I tried my hardest.”

“If you try your hardest, I won’t break up with you,” you tell him, still harboring hostility.

Instead of arguing with you, Rafe simply nods. You’re shocked he doesn’t have a nasty retort.

“I’ll take care of you,” he says, planting a kiss on your son’s head, earning giggles from him. “Both of you.”

His tone and gaze are so sincere that you almost believe him. It’ll take a while for you to trust him again, but he’ll wait it out as long as he needs to.

#anon this prompt is so good and ANGSTY #i don’t usually write a mean rafe so i hope you like it 🤭#blurb #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron and you #rafe cameron and reader #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #🍓 anon

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lovepeachh · 2 months

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jason jacking off anon again (i would very much rather be 🍓anon if possible thank you)

But jason having you ride him and you’re in nothing but HIS leather jacket and yeah it’s hot but you know what’s hotter? You don’t even know you’re own engagement ring is in the pocket that he’s planning on proposing with the next day

Sorry for the long wait babes

Warnings: 18+ content, penetrative sex (p in v), riding, swearing, fem reader

"Fuck, babydoll. You're so gorgeous." Jason grunts as he guides your hips up and down onto his length.

You're in his leather jacket, and nothing else. And good lord it is hot, he has to stop himself from cumming just from looking at you.

He can't help but moan at the sight of you bouncing up and down on his cock, watching as your tits bounce and your face twists up in pleasure.

He moves a hand up to play with them.

"You're so pretty, sweetheart."

"Jason!" you squeal as he toys with you, all while you bounce up and down on his cock. He gazes at your reactions like an idiot in love.

"So pretty f'me."

The jacket sticks to your sweat sticky skin, and seeing you in it triggers something a little possessive in him.

His jacket on his girl.

He wants to make you feel good, the way you make him feel. Not just physically, you've given him a home in your heart. A space where he doesn't have to be anything for anyone, he just has to be there, and you'll love him.

He doesn't need to be Robin. Or Red Hood.

He just needs to be Jason. And for you, Jason will always be enough.

"Jason- Jas- oh fuck!" you cry out in pleasure as your climax washes over you like a wave of unadulterated pleasure.

You slump against him, and something falls out of the pocket of the jacket.

"What is-"

"Shhh, don't worry about it, sweetheart." He shushes. He knows exactly what it is.

An engagement ring.

A ruby.

Red. His color. For his wife.

He'll show you when he's ready. When the moment is perfect.

The perfect beginning to the perfect forever.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd smut #peachh writes #peachh replies #🍓 anon

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allfearstofallto · 2 months

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Okie so we've had childe meeting scara's wife, but what about scara meeting childe's wife for the first time? If not can we hear more about the first one?

- 🍓

You are so right strawberry!! My dumbass really forgot that I could write the scenario going the other way!!

Scaramouche Meeting Childe's Wife

Yandere Childe! x reader x Yandere(?) Scaramouche

After almost a year of Childe fawning over you, the look of disinterest his coworker gave you was rather refreshing. The man, only a head shorter than Childe and obviously much more frail looking, had a scowl that could kill. You wondered how long it took to get a look that aggressive, but somehow still elegant on his delicate features.

“And this is my lovely wife!” Childe said rather excitedly and the man merely rolled his eyes.

“It's very nice to meet you,” you muttered softly, he didn't have much in the way to say back. Despite the cold of Snezhnaya he was wearing a shirt that barely went down to his elbows, shorts, and sandals. The cold of Snezhnaya wasn't normal, it felt like the air was biting you. You couldn't even leave the house without a few good layers, yet here he was walking through it with ease, “You're not dressed well for the weather.”

Another glare was shot your way, his eyes colder than the snow, “Skip the pleasantries. I'm here because I have to be. Don't pretend you want to speak with me.”

You didn't even dare look at Childe after the man spoke. He was always so quick to anger, especially when it came to you. Childe had very few loyalties in his life, one of them being the Tsaritsa, the other being you. He often told you how easily he could and would turn on anyone else if needed be, and it seemed this coworker was going to be no different.

“Number six,” you could hear that he was forcing the words through gritted teeth, “Perhaps I wasn't clear when I told you that I love my wife more than anything in this world.”

“You were clear. But perhaps I didn't care,” the man was bold, you'd give him that. And despite how rude he was being he still walked further into the home, taking off the large ornate hat he was wearing and letting you finally see how beautiful his silky, indigo hair was.

Childe followed soon after and the two of them went to talk. You could already tell that he wasn't completely friendly with this coworker, out of the many you'd met. You knew more harbingers than the average person did in a lifetime, more than you wanted to as well, but this one was the first one you'd seen be blatantly disrespectful.

But as they sat and chatted amongst themselves about missions and quite honestly, things you didn't understand, your mind still thought about how underdressed the man was. There was no way Childe would let him stay overnight, not with the way he was acting and Snezhnaya only got colder when the sun was down. You didn't want to just send him out into the elements.

“Could you bring me a spare jacket, and maybe some snow pants and boots,” you asked a maid and she was quick to drop what she was doing to scurry off and find things for you. In less than thirty minutes, everything was handed to you, neatly folded.

The meeting only lasted two hours and both Childe and his co-worker were leaving the office. You wondered if he ever got sick of scowling so much. Or if he ever even showed interest in anything at all.

Childe was walking faster than usual, probably trying to quickly get the man out of the house, but you stopped him, holding up the clothes that you'd acquired. The way both men looked at you made your heart sink to your ass, your orange haired husband had so much fury in his eyes from your kindness to the other, but didn't stop you.

“It's…it’s just cold out there,” you muttered, hoping that Childe would understand your explanation. He allowed the other man to take the clothes, a gentle smirk on his face.

Throughout the whole day, you'd never seen him with anything but his usual frown, you weren't even aware that he could smile, “Such thoughtfulness. I see why number eleven is interested in you,”

The door to the home was opened and the man ushered out. He was still holding the items you'd given him, not wearing them, but you didn't want to tell him to stop. Not while Ajax was looking at you so angrily. You didn't want to cause even more misunderstandings.

“Scaramouche,” he said while still walking out the door. You must've made a noise of confusion because he elaborated, “I'm called Scaramouche. And I'll see you soon.”

#mai<3 answers #🍓 anon #genshin #yandere genshin #genshin x reader #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere x you #yandere childe #yandere childe x reader #yandere scaramouche x reader #yandere scaramouche

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princessbrunette · 2 months

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peeked at your second acc n stepbro!jj is so the type that you two are watchin a movie while your parents are out of town n he starts rubbin your pussy through your little panties cos he's just 'admiring' - 🍓

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you loved quiet moments with your step-brother, domestic bliss as you pretend the house belongs to just the two of you— parents away for the weekend.

you lean against his warmth on the couch, the two of you watching one of the weird old shitty horror movies with terrible CGI about cannibals that he’s always making references to. he continually talks throughout the viewing, pointing to this screen, but your eyes fall on his bracelets and you bring his hand back down to where it rested on your stomach, playing with them.

“intestines should not look like that dude.” he speaks to the tv absentmindedly and you wrinkle your nose, not too interested in the movie.

“how’d you know?” you ask quietly.

“uh, seen some weird shit on reddit.” he blinks, doing a double take when your baggy sleep shirt rides up, now revealing the pair of cotton panties that had been hiding beneath. you feel him looking at you turn your head innocently to smile at him, before swivelling back to between your legs.

“oh, these are new. aren’t they cute?” you chirp softly and his hand hovers in the air for a moment before sliding hesitantly downwards.

“yea—” he clears his throat trying to sound casual despite his heartrate picking up and the obsession kicking in. he did not care about the movie anymore. “yeah. real — uh, real cute, sweetie. what, s’that a bow?” he uses his curiosity as an excuse to pluck at the ribbon at the top of the panties, his grip on it tugging the material up to wedge between your folds, creating a clear camel toe.

you bite your lip shyly in acknowledgment and his eyes flutter, dick stiffening in his shorts. he glances at you, licking over his lips— and he decides it’s going down tonight, he’s refrained for too long. “bet they’re like… super soft too, right?” he slides his fingers gently over the length of the panties, over where your clit lays and across the folds. your legs fall open and a shaky breath leaves you, but he’s having too much fun pretending he’s admiring the garment to stop.

“how much were these? look pretty good quality to me like… this is that fancy shit huh?” his finger teases along the waistband and you try and gather your thoughts, already feeling a wet patch starting to form where your hole is. as if he senses this, his middle finger starts to creep towards it.

“uh— don’t— don’t remember, was on sale. maybe like 20 dollars.” you shudder and he nods, feigning interest.

“damn, still a little pricey in my broke ass opinion… but i guess this crown jewel deserves only the best…” his thumb slides over your covered clit in reference and you pant, holding back a mewl as he digs his middle finger into your wet patch, stuffing the material into your hole slightly. you brave turning your head to look at him, gazing up at him with doe-like, blown out pupils.

“jayj… are you really that interested in my underwear?” there’s a tinge of innocence to your voice, like you truly believe there might be a chance he’s not messing with you. he huffs a chuckle out his nose as he smirks down at you.

“nah… you caught me…” his hand slides upwards, before his fingertips breach the waistband and he starts to push his hand inside the fabric. “guess i kind of just wanted an excuse t’play with this pretty pussy…” his fingers freeze above your clit, and he brings his mouth down to your ear. “you wont tell on me, right sugar?”

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#🍓 anon #jj maybank prompt #stepbro!jj #tw stepcest

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iicarused · 3 months

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omg your ex!vox x reader is literally my Roman Empire,, BUT what if the roles between tv guy and deer man were switched??

Something like the reader, in the seven years where alastor disappeard, thought that he was gone forever and decided to start a new life, and relationship, with vox.

They were totally happy together, but when alastor came back to hell things started to get complicated :(

Anyways I apology again if my english is bad and I wish you a wonderfull day !!! ♡ ♡

- 🍓 anon

the possibilities of alastors return was thin, especially since he left without a goodbye or explanation. there was nothing left for you to even track him or get a clue of what he has decided to do. one day he had his hands on your waist, spinning you around his radio stations floor, faint music of frank sinatra playing while you waltzed the night away. the next? he was just… gone.

you became a wreck, a shell of what you once were right after. questions you dared to pray and left unanswered, it took you a lot of time to finally let go. you dealt with many heartaches back in your day, but not as wrenching as this one. it was a slow process, but you found yourself building a different life that was contrasted from your last: erasing any memory that alastor played a part in.

you scrubbed at your skin until it burned, you but at your lips until they bled, it was the whole idea of erasing anything alastor touched and that included yourself. you don’t know when you started talking with vox — a year or so after alastors departure — nor do you know why you started talking. it started off as friendly chatter while you both circled a pool table in a bar, gambling with each other until it closed.

chatter in the bar eventually turned into chatter on the streets, enjoying the company of what you both had to offer. suddenly you were one of velvette models, and now you had every right to sit in vox’s office whenever you were on break. it was during these years valentino never liked you — something about stealing his toy or whatever. while you still mourned the lover you had before, something about vox made you forget it all.

maybe it was the way he gazed at you; soft and longing.

maybe it was his touch; gentle and intentional.

or everything about him from how he spoke to you and how he spoke about you. he was not alastor, but he was something much more than you could have ever wanted. you both found comfort in each other in dire times of exterminations, and maybe found each others souls in the process. he read you like a book, his fingers delicately tracing the crevices of your skin. he loved you.

while life started to go up, suddenly valentino came in with information that made the world stop.

“what do you mean alastors back?” your voice was like silk, so gentle that a thread could tear it.

#ᥫ᭡.#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel headcanon #vox x reader #alastor x reader #{ ★ :: 🍓 anon }

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uravitypng · 10 days

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Hi! I love your Bully!Tsukishima posts <3 I was wondering what would happen if his princess arrived to class with a bruise that he didn’t make? She’d deny everything at first, using an excuse style “I tripped” “fell on the shower”…but he wouldn’t believe that crap, not one bit!

I kinda want to see more of protective Tsukishima >_<

🍓:3

i'm glad you like my bully!tsukki posts!! this idea took awhile to flesh out and hopefully you like the way this turned out. this is slightly different from the regular protective tsukishima as this bruise was accidental <33

tsukishima remembers every little thing about you, remembers every fact, every mannerism, every freckle, scar and curve of your body so of course he clocked immediately when you walked into class with a bruise just peaking out of the top of your blouse. it's barely visible as the blouse covers most of it and he thinks you may have tried to cover some of it with make up but with it right above your cleavage it's obvious to him.

the entire time all he can think about is you, which isn't uncommon in the slightest, but this time it's all focused on the bruise and how you got it.

he knows for a fact it isn't one of his, plus if for some reason he had forgotten about it you would remember and know better than to ever try and cover it up.

after class you leave quickly, purposefully avoiding making eye contact with tsukishima. you have a feeling he's spotted the bruise that has started forming on your soft skin, as you walked in you spotted him and saw his eyes harden as his eyes looked to where your bruise is. it was just a coincidence you looked over towards him though... it's not like whenever you turn up late and he's there before you you look to see if he's in his regular seat... it's not like you were checking to see if he's here yet or anything...

you turned up late today because you were trying to find clothes that would cover the bruise, all the clothes that would cover it are clothes you're currently washing or are dirty and need to be washed. because of that you spent longer than you wanted to finding something that you felt comfortable wearing and covered as much as possible but you had a feeling after you left your dorm that maybe you should of spent longer finding something because tsukishima might notice, even if it was only a sliver of it visible, and you were right. he did notice.

you were a little too slow leaving the class though because tsukki was able to catch up to you. he looks at your bruise and his eyebrows furrow, loosely clasping onto your wrist and taking you somewhere quiet, neither of you speak yet. you're getting use to this routine of him stealing you away.

he turns to you and crosses his own arms, "talk." you nibble your lip and try to shift your eyes away from him, looking down.

"i... uh... tripped," you say nervously.

"liar."

you pause for a second running through excuses in your head but the whole time tsukishima's waiting patiently, ready to hear if you're going to lie again.

you take a deep breath and look up at him. you can tell him. he won't believe any of your excuses anyway.

"um.. someone accidentally flicked me with a ruler and well..."

there's a pause and you continue looking up at him. "no."

"what... what do you mean no?" you say baffled, you're honestly being truthful right now.

"i promise that's what happened. a friend of a friend was messing and joking around. he had this stupid ruler in his hand and was waving it about and then he playfully flicked me with it. he didn't think it would bruise or even hurt and it didn't hurt! ... that much. it was stupid and an accident." you explain further, wanting him to believe you.

"who was it?" he straightens his back and asks without displaying any emotion in his face or tone.

"we're not doing this again tsukki. it was an accident, just an accident. i'm not giving you any name." you think back to the bully incident.

tsukishima's lip twitches in annoyance. "tell me." you say no again. "i'm sure one of your friends will tell me."

your eyes go wide at the subtle threat, you have a gut feeling that he would be able to get one of your friends to tell him who it was. it really was an accident though.

"one last chance princess."

you hold onto his arm, almost startling him at the sudden contact. "please kei, don't. i promise it was an accident. they were really sorry afterwards and felt really bad about it. they even offered to pay for the drink i had to say sorry."

tsukishima's expression softened momentarily at the use of his given name before going back to normal. maybe he could leave it alone and not do anything about it but you said it hurt, even if it was only a bit. "you told me he hurt you," he starts to pull away from you to leave but you don't let him and hold onto him tighter.

"please kei. it was a mistake. it will fade in a couple days anyway, it's only a light mark. come on, tsukishima." you plead, still holding yourself against his arm to keep him from leaving.

his resolve weakens the more he feels your soft warm body press against him and the idea that the bruise is only light is making him think about how he can cover it with his own bruise, giving you a huge hickey so for now he relents, something he never thought he'd do. the only reason he isn't really chasing after who did it right now was because you asked him not to. you basically begged him not to. you called him kei. if it ever happens again they'll regret it, it doesn't matter if it was an accident.

"i want you to know that if anything else happens i won't stop until i find out their name."

you hum in response, confirming your understanding, and give a small smile knowing that you were able to stop him and he listened to you. you're aware that if it happens again you won't be able to stop him though.

tsukishima gives you a look that says 'why aren't you verbally telling me you understand.' "okay tsukki," you respond quieter than you have been talking all this time, "and thank you," you add on even quieter, almost silently.

he hears but chooses not to respond. "i think i've figured out a solution to the bruise situation." you don't really know if this is a situation but you keep listening. "i'll just have to give you a bigger bruise on top of it." his hand reaches behind you to your skirt and lifts up your skirt slightly before pinching your ass, you let out a yelp, and he smirks. "i think you need another hickey. i think all the others have faded by now and you need a new one."

he knows of every single friend you have but the following day he watches you even closer to see if anyone acts different. he found them. just like you said, a friend of a friend in a study group. it's kind of weird how bokuto owed him a favour and that weekend at a party your friend's girlfriend kissed bokuto, weird right? they broke up obviously.

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straykeedz · 4 months

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🍓(pillow humper lix)

writing this rn to come back to it when i finish my work as a motivation >:)

so, regarding the felix pillow humper agenda. It was kinda obvious. I thought we all already know.

I can imagine him sleeping naked with his legs wrapped around a body pillow because that's the comfiest sleeping position,

and when he has a wet dream about you? he's unconsciously thrusting against his silky pillow, rutting his throbbing dick mindlessly against the fabric, with his eyebrows furrowed and mouth slighty agape. When he feels the orgasm approaching he's mercilessly fucking the pillow, breathless, wrapping his arms and legs around the pillow even tighter. (because, he has a habit of holding you tight when you feel too good. So now, it's his instinctive habit 🥹) he isn't thinking any of this, it's just how his helpless roused body reacts :(

And he will let out the sweetest melodious moan while cumming all over the pillow, some of it getting on himself. That's when he realises he was dreaming, and wakes up feeling the hints of wetness on his body. He finds you beside him in bed, watching him closely. His cheeks take a red tint from embarrassment immediately, realising you've been watching him sleep-hump the entire time..... poor baby is too embarassed to let out a word. His words choke up in his throat..

oh no! how cute right?

🍓, please don’t ever stop sending me your thoughts!!!

especially when he’s on tour, he misses your warm body next to his when he sleeps. it’s not his fault, he just loves cuddles! 🤧 and he’s so used to wrapping his own limbs around you, you know? so it only makes sense that he sleeps with a pillow when he’s away. it helps for when he’s missing you particularly bad, but with time, he got accustomed to sleeping with a body pillow - it’s just so comfortable, and helps with his back pain.

and it may or may not have happened (it has happened) that he humped said pillow while he was sleeping. maybe two. okay, three. fine, it was six, but don’t tell anyone. in his defense, he was unconscious when it happened - it’s not like he can control his wet dreams, right? especially when he hasn’t seen you in months and just craves your body so bad and everything turns him on apparently. literally anything.

and he got so used to sleeping with his body pillow that even when you're right next to him he still needs it, you know? 😤 so, the next time he humps the poor pillow, it happens when he's right beside you, asleep once again and totally unaware of the fact that you're watching him.

his small, delicate fingers grip the soft fabric of the pillow - then, he throws a leg over it. at first, he's barely fucking it. his thrusts are so slow, they're not even proper thrusts - just brushing his cockhead against the soft fabric that smells just like his softener.

and oh, the sweetest moan falls from his lips when he finally starts thrusting properly, gripping the pillow tighter. he's dreaming of you, of course - he only dreams of you. of how you look under him, of how you sound, of your sweet moans and soft whimpers that drive him absolutely crazy.

he lets out the sweetest, muffled moan as he cums all over the pillow and on his stomach while he buries his face in the pillow, his whole body trembling as he pants. that's when he wakes up. that's when he realizes that yes, he was having a dirty dream, but the warm, wet sensation on his belly is very real.

he sits up on his bed and still hasn’t fully processed what’s going on when he notices you. right next to him. on the bed. and that’s when he realizes - you’ve been watching him entire time.

and you’re so right, his cheeks would flush red in record time and he’d be too embarrassed to say a word. his big, brown boba eyes would widen and he’d just lower his gaze to his hands as he fidgets with his rings, you know? but he’s so damn thankful you’re his partner, because you’d never make him feel bad for this, nor laugh at him.

in fact, all you do is simply straddle him - your thighs at each side of his body as you lift his head to look at his beautiful face. “i’m hoping you were dreaming of me?” you whisper on his lips.

you’re so right, 🍓, the cutest.

#📨: 🍓 anon #felix smut #felix hard thoughts #felix hard hours #lee felix smut #lee felix hard thoughts #lee felix hard hours #stray kids smut #stray kids masterlist #stray kids #skz #skz smut #skz masterlist #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours

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traumxrei-archive · 2 years

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i’ll do the other ones in a bit cause i have a headache bur for now you get these

enjoy

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(octopussy + malleussy)

SAWYER,,,,YOU ARE ACTUALLY SUCH A GOD OMG !!! you're so fast and speedy aND these emotes are wonderful magical and they fit so well sjdfksjf

we have octussy:

and it's cousin octopussy and now. malleussy !!! also ough pls don't force yourself :((( i hope your headache gets better soon bub <3333

#/trau replies #/🍓 anon #this is great #this is amazing !!#the legacy of proseka x twstussy will continue on !!#im gonna main tag these to be a menace >:DDD #rui kamishiro #akito shinonome #malleus draconia #azul ashengrotto

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beautifulbrainrot · 4 months

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Sub!sirius and remus who teased james without readers permission and r finds him in the dorm all needy and punishes them

maybe with degration and edging-🍓

when you walked up to your dorm, you could hear the telltale whimpers of james nearing his orgasm. your eyes narrowing, fury flowing through you, you pushed open the door, to reveal what was happening inside.

the three boys immediately turned to you, deer in headlights expression on each of their faces. sirius was on his knees in front of james, james’ cock still stuffed in his mouth. remus sitting behind james on the bed, kissing his neck and playing with his hair, hand still curled in james’ tousled hair when you entered the room.

“what are you doing?”

sirius pulled of james’ cock with a pop, causing james to squeak, and remus lept of the bed to face you.

you looked disapprovingly at your boys faces, before looking down to see the very obvious tents in their pants. remus noticed what you were looking at, and immediately covered up, sirius following his actions.

james just looked at you sheepishly, eyes wide, completely exposed on the bed.

“one of you, answer me.” you commanded, voice low with thinly veiled anger.

“jamie- james started it! he was all needy and whining!” sirius answered, and james cried out in indignation.

“no! you- i didn’t..”

remus sighed at the two boys arguing, accepting defeat.

“i’m sorry, we just-“ remus started.

“shut it. all of you are such little whores, constantly begging for attention. i leave for one hour, and this is how i find you all? disobeying one of my clear rules?”

they all looked down shamefully, sirius scuffing his feet on the floor slightly, james pouting. he hated being told off.

“all of you, stay right there. you’re going to watch me get off, without touching yourselves.” you commanded, silencing the boys almost immediately when they started protesting.

“shut up. you were bad, and now you’re getting punished.”

the boys stayed silent, not wanting you to worsen their punishment, though they really couldn’t think of anything worse that watching you pleasure yourself without being able to touch you, or touch themselves.

eyes wide, they watched you strip down till you were naked before getting on the bed, laying back, propped up on pillows so that you could look right into their eyes.

the three boys watched as you put your fingers in your mouth, wetting them with your saliva, before skimming your hand down your curves to your bare, glistening pussy.

you let out a soft moan as you rubbed your fingers over your sensitive clit in a circular motion. james couldn’t hold back a whimper as your started pleasuring yourself, but you shut him up with a stern look. the boys cocks were hard, and your eyes locked on james’ as you massaged your swollen clit.

it was exponentially hard, to the point you could practically see it throbbing, slick with sirius’ saliva, tip red and weeping.

it was a beautiful sight.

you moaned again as you sped up your fingers, before moving down to press one into your quivering hole. sirius could feel his self control slipping away as he watched your pussy swallow your finger, the desperate need for that to be his cock inside of you instead of your finger becoming overwhelming, causing him to cry out.

“please- please let me fuck you- mommy, please!” he wailed, pressing his hand down on his bulge to calm the throbbing and twitching.

you rolled your eyes at the boy, causing sirius to pout.

“i can make you feel better, you know it mommy!”

“don’t be cocky, sirius. it’s not gonna get you anywhere. you’ve been a bad boy, just like james and remus, sucking jamies cock without my permission.”

sirius whined at that, but remus shushed him. remus, ever the good boy.

“cmon over here remmy.”

his eyes widened, and he tentatively moved toward you.

“take of your trousers, and your boxers baby.”

he quickly obliged, stripping down to nothing apart from his t-shirt. you bit your lip at the adorable sight, and remus blushed as you stared at him.

“now… put on a little show for me baby.”

his eyes widened and he looked at you, shock clear on his face.

“go on then. y’know what to do.”

he blushed deeply, but did what you said, reaching down to wrap his hand around his hard cock. you moaned at the sight, pumping your fingers in and out of yourself faster.

he moaned, eyes fixated on your wet pussy as he stroked his leaking cock. the other boys watched from the sidelines, cocks harder that ever, whining softly to themselves.

“m’ close mommy!” remus whined, stroking himself faster, harder, pre-come leaking steadily out of his reddened tip helping his hand glide along himself.

“hold it. you can cum, when mommy does.”

he whined, slowing down his hand movements. it wasn’t long though before you were close, thighs trembling as you fucked yours self with your fingers, whimpers and moans pouring from your parted lips.

your legs shook as you climaxed, remus cumming with you, shooting cum into his hand and onto his chest.

“what about us, mommy?” sirius whined, his cock twitching in his boxers.

“your punishment isn’t over yet.”

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #sub!remus lupin #sub remus lupin #james potter #james potter x reader #sub james potter #sub!james potter #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sub sirius black #sub!sirius black #marauders era #marauders era fanfiction #🍓#🍓 anon

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withleeknow · 4 months

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late night thought, imagine you convince lee know to let you do his makeup, he pretends to hate it (a pouty scowl on his face) but deep down he loves it :(

- 🍓

oh 🥺 this is so 🥺

imagine it’s a lazy saturday afternoon, you both have nothing scheduled for the day.

you’re just on the couch peacefully coexisting before an idea pops into your head and then you’re dragging him into the bedroom, demanding him to sit in front of your vanity while you pull out all of your products.

he’s confused as hell at first but he just watches you with his head tilted cutely to one side.

once he realizes what you’re trying to do, he’d be like “oh hell no. stay away from me, you heathen.”

he’d try to leave the room but when you tug on his shirt, pouting at him and giving him your best puppy dog eyes, he has no choice but to give you what you want.

he’d sit back down but act like he’s sooo bothered by this. you don’t give a shit bc you’ve got your model to work on, even if your model is rolling his eyes and scowling at you.

“just get it over with.”

you’d try to appease him a bit though. after every step you’d give him a kiss. primer done? kiss. eyebrows done? kiss. mascara done? kiss. (not that he needs that a lot. dude’s blessed with insane eyelashes. you hate him for that.) his skin is perfect so you just have to dab some concealer under his eyes. kiss. a little bit of eyeshadow. kiss. rosy blush on his cheeks. kiss. highlighter on his cheekbones and sculpted nose. kiss.

he’d hold onto your butt as you paint his face, patting you every now and then.

would definitely doze off while you work on his eyes. and you can’t help but sneakily grab your phone to snap a pic of your sleepy cat boy.

when it’s time to do his lips, you’d give him a longer kiss bc you can’t kiss him after the lipstick is on unless you want it to smudge.

you let him pick the shade though.

he’d study your collection of lipsticks, lip stains and glosses, seemingly bored, but you know that peculiar brain of his is meticulously picking out his favorite color.

he goes for a muted red shade in the end. it suits him and his complexion well.

he’s just sooo pretty that you make him sit there and pose for you while you take 297473 photos (and videos).

he maintains the grumpy look on his face in most of the photos, but you don’t miss the way he tries to suppress a smile when he admires your hard work in the mirror. dude secretly loves being pampered fr.

would definitely make you take the makeup off him afterward and do his skincare too.

#stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids imagines #stray kids fic #lee know x reader #lee know x you #lee know imagines #lee know fluff #🍓 anon #answered #blurbs

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schlattsdoll · 7 months

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schlatt the kinda guy to let u sit on his lap to do his make up then get a boner 🤷‍♀️

🍓🩷

minors dni

schlatt wanting you to do his makeup for a stream, appealing to his female audience. "this would be a lot easier if you let me shave the chops bubbas." you joked with him, pulling out a razor. "hell no, only my barber can touch these." he stroked them, the pointed to his lap and pulled you down so you could sit. "so you're eye level short stuff."

he thought he was fine with you sitting there, but he underestimated exactly how much wiggling you would be doing. moving up to do his eyebrows, back down to check if they were even, bouncing back to do his eyeshadow and scooting to see if the wings were sisters or twins.

his mind drifted briefly to last night's activities, that started somewhat similarly; you sitting in his lap excitedly bouncing as you watched a movie. he shook himself out of his daydream, hearing the tts say something about how cute you were. "she's all mine, ain't she just the cutest?"

you finished up your handiwork, bouncing again in excitement. "doesn't jay look so pretty?"

he ended the stream soon after and washed his face with the clothe you handed him. "why'd we stop? i was having fun!" "we stopped, princess, because of all your wiggling an' bouncin'. now we got a problem." he thrusted his hips into yours and you giggled. " i can help with that..."

#chuckle sandwich imagine #jschlatt fluff #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt headcanons #jschlatt smut #jschlatt hcs #mcyt x reader #🍓 anon

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fcthots · 4 months

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thinking about fake dating jason and falling in love.

it happens slowly and quietly, so slow you don’t even notice it.

and then you turn around and you’re head over heels for him, no idea how it happened.

-🍓

Anon, if i ever gain the ability to write full fics, this is the first thing i'm writing.

might turn this into an au and let y'all request scenes (tattooartist!jason style)

It started off simple. He needed a date to the gala. the press was brutal and he was a Wayne. He didn't want to put anyone in that sort of spotlight. He had a dark past and didn't want anyone to get dragged into it. You were bored, needed a date to a wedding, and you cared about your friend. Also, it helped that he was willing to pay you because he felt bad about the whole press thing. It was nothing more than an arrangement between friends, a way for you to help him out. He's always been there for you, no matter what. You didn't think twice about returning the favor.

He was sweet in public. Held your hand, kissed your cheek, always asked if you were up for a kiss when he thought it was necessary. His hand was always warm and comforting on your waist. It grounded. you, kept you in the moment with him. You loved hanging out with him. The arrangement had let allowed you to hand out with him all the time, anywhere and everywhere. There were some comments made about you in the press, but the negative ones didn't bother you (how could they think you were the bad influence, secret identity or not, he was the one with murders under his belt!) and there were some nice things. You ha your past delved into, which wasn't exactly fun, but Jason had warned you it would happen and oracle made sure everything traceable wasn't bad. Overall, it was fun. You got to hang out with your best friend 24/7 and you got some new instagram followers and fun edits made of you along the way.

When it did inevitably get a little rough, Jason was there for you, like always. He took care of all the truly nasty things the press had to say about you. He always respected your boundaries, and he took you on vacation when it all got too much, even if he had to leave early for a Gotham emergency.

Things had to be believable, of course, so there needed to be couple's pictures on your social media. He needed to lay down with you. He needed to press his body up against yours. he needed to wrap his arms around you. He needed to draw you so close to him that there wasn't any given one inch of space in between you. He needed to press his face to your chest and close his eyes.

Right?

He just needed the picture to look believable. That was all.

So why did he stay cuddled into you? Why did he fall asleep there like he was made to fit? Like it was the only place he's ever wanted to be?

And why did it make you want.

After that, you spent all of your time wanting. Wanting more. The arrangement was perfect. It gave you everything it was supposed to. So why did you want more? Why did you wish Jason would stop apologizing when he said he had to kiss you? Why did your heart sink when his hands left yours after you were away from prying eyes? When did the edits people made of you go from fun to painful, a reminder of the way you wished he really looked at you? Why did you wish he wasn't faking it.

And, fuck that hurt, because he was just faking it all, right? He only looked at you like you were his world when someone else was looking. He didn't want you.

Not like you wanted him.

"Why do you look like that?" His voice shakes you out of your thoughts. Your eyes drift to him where he's sitting on the couch, his phone long forgotten timing out and turning off in his hand.

"What?" Your eyebrows had just lightly drawn together, your voice duller than usual.

"You look sad. What's on your mind?" His face looks a little worried. His eyes searched yours. You hope he can't see the truth lying beneath them.

What were you supposed to tell him? That this wasn't just a game to you anymore? That you can't stomach him holding your hand not because he means it? That you're taking advantage of him? That when he kisses you, you pretend it's real?

You don't meet his eyes. "I can't do this anymore."

#fake dating au #fakeboyfriend!jason #fake boyfriend!jason #saph’s love letters #jason todd #jason todd x reader #red hood #red hood x reader #saph’s thots #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you #red hood imagine #red hood x you #jason todd angst #jason todd x reader angst #red hood x reader angst #red hood angst #angst #🍓 anon

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princessbrunette · 2 months

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thinkin ab the two of you gettin in an argument, no doubt cause you're throwin another princess fit so you flippantly say smth like 'ok rafael' and shrug to walk off cos you know it'll get you the fucking you want!!! - 🍓

𐙚🪽⋆.˚❆

it was said with the intention of getting under his skin, because he’d been getting under yours all day.

“well you spent all day at golf, am i not allowed to miss you now?” you stomp around, huffing and puffing as your pink cheeked boyfriend follows you through the house tiredly, not in the mood for your shenanigans.

“jeeesu— you — you know i never said that shit. don’t… put words in my mouth.” he argues, face screwed up with irritation.

“well i won’t be putting anything in my mouth tonight seeing as you wanna be so mean to me.” you sulk, going to shut the door in his face but he stops it quickly with his hand.

“yeah we’ll see about that. can’t fuckin’ help yourself so your threats really don’t hold any weight.” he’s petty and sassy now, striding past you making your lips press together with bubbling rage, unsure of how to win the argument.

“whatever rafael.” you snap, and he instantly spins around, brows furrowed. he barks out a pissed off laugh before launching at you, grabbing your wrist when you go to turn away. “no dont — what did you say? repeat that.” he’s smirking, clearly amused by your word choice.

you choose wisely, knowing this may get you in more trouble than it’s worth and shake your head, backing down.

“yeah.” he nods in approval at this choice and you roll your eyes. “hey roll your eyes at me one more time and i’ll slap them out your fuckin’ head, alright?” he emphasises before letting go of your wrist, stepping aside. “now get the hell upstairs n’go… take a nap. i’ll be with you soon. don’t wanna hear any more attitude today. understand me?”

you nod, and he sends you on your merry way.

𐙚🪽⋆.˚❆

#🍓 anon #rafe cameron prompt

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