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starrvsn · 7 months

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☆ going public on national boyfriend day

with urban wyatt and jack harlow

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ynmiller happy national boyfriend day to the man i call mine @‘jackharlow 🩶 thank you for making my life better and being the one to show me what true love looks like. i admire everything about you, youre hardworking and passionate in what you do and even though we aren’t together right now i just want you to know how much i love you darling 💞 pls come home i miss you and your cute smile !!!!

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jackharlow don't make me cry now sweetheart 🥹

i4yn this is so cute what

druski jus know i was the first choice

jackharlow @'druski no you were not man

lomljackman im so happy that jack found someone that loves him sm 🥹🥹

daydreaminyn why am i just hearing about this now ????!???

claybornharlow only y/n can say corny ass words and make it work

ynmiller @'claybornharlow the backhanded ass compliment >:^(

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yneden happy national boyfriend day to my one and only @‘urbanwyatt 🤍 my forever smoke buddy and my biggest supporter thank you for being there for me whenever i need you and always showing me the most love. you always know what to say and know how to have the most fun !!! i don’t know how i go through most days without you and even though you’re sitting next to me while im writing this, i love you sweet cheeks <33

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urbanwyatt love you forever and always baby 🤞🏼

gardenofyneden sweet cheeks :''')

lomljackman couple of the century tbh

jackharlow TRAITOR

edensource eden and urban together ???? i can die in peace now

jackharlow i helped them get together yall, jus know that

urbanwyattupdates @'jackharlow LMAOO MATCHMAKER JACK ?????

sereneeden can't wait for the photo dump urbans gonna post of y/n now theyre official

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star left a message! jus know that i put them in the same post just for the sake of it and i wanted to do something for my baes hence why the usernames for the reader are a bit different and urbans the reader goes by eden :)

make with love, star ♡

#i need to lay down after this #…is this my excuse to post a smau on boyfriends day ??#yes #i’ve never wrote anything so corny in my life #but i love how this came out hehe #jack harlow #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow fanfiction #jack harlow x you #jack harlow instagram au #jackman thomas harlow #urban wyatt #urban wyatt social media au #urban wyatt fluff #urban wyatt imagines

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decantingstxrs · 1 year

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sneaking around was so sexy to you.

you loved waiting till your roommate left for classes to sneak into your other roommate’s room for some fun. was it the risk of getting caught? or maybe the fact that you shared this dirty little secret with just him? whatever it was, did it get you going.

luckily it was an early day. your roommate left for a grad school interview while your secret lover took a ‘sick day’ from work.

“so. i’ve got a couple quick questions for ya,” you ask, placing a hand on his chest. he eagerly responds to your body language, reaching behind to cup your asscheeks in his hands.

“shoot.”

“how long do you think he’ll be gone?”

“i’d say a couple hours.”

“right. and how many rounds is that?”

“two, maybe three.”

“four?”

“five if you can cum quick enough.”

“i’ll take that bet.”

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lightwing-s · 10 months

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Yes! Jason would also randomly suggest 'got a mind for delivery?' immediately chuckles and snuggles himself into reader's shoulder while she gives him the look and pout and says, 'it's not funny'

he would be so mean and cute at the same time 😭😭 i know i said i'd go to bed but i need to write this

Walking through the door at late hours of the night, after giving up patroling for the day, Jason sees his girlfriend in front of the oven cooking up something that is filling the house with the most amazing smell. It's not rare that he'll come home very late at night and she'll be there, making him a delicious post work meal.

"Hi, babe!" he walks up behind her, giving her a kiss on the shoulder and wrapping his arms around her middle. "Fancy a delivery?"

Pouting at his joke, you watch as he throws back his head and returns to press a few kisses to your cheek. "It's not funny"

"So, what are we having tonight?" he asks, resting his cheeks on your shoulder and tightening his hold on you.

"Some linguine with shrimps." you said, catching a shrimp from the pan and feeding it to you boyfriend.

"Hmmm. Absolute perfection" he tells you with his mouth still full. "And what are we having for desert?"

When you don't reply, instead deciding to just shrug off your shoulders, not having remembered that your boyfriend has sort of a sweet tooth, he says:

"Fine by me. I can just eat you out later."

#and i'm officially going to bed #that's official good night #pls don't request anything till i'm laying in be again #i can't promise i'll go to sleep #but i need to sleep #i have work #a party to plan #and classes to prepare #HELP #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #jason todd blurb #jason todd imagine #jason todd #red hood imagine

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murderoushagthesequel · 10 months

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LBD

from @jegulus-microfic's prompt, dress (200 words)

to clarify, this is lbd as in little black dress, not the type of dementia. also i. really need to start writig these earlier. i got caught up in my legos and true crime what can i say. it's summer let me liveeee. also this is like the third time i've had to rewrite a microfic because it got to smutty sigh

Regulus sucks in one last breath, zipping up the back of his little black dress and turning around to look at himself in the mirror. He’s never really gotten a chance to wear dresses before but damn, does he look good in one. Scanning over himself in the mirror, feeling pure joy radiating from his outfit choice, he barely notices James stepping into the room.

“Hey, love, almost ready?” he asks. And then he stops. Regulus turns around to see James practically drooling like a dog, jaw dropped. Regulus smirks, leaning on one hip.

“What do you think?” he asks. James snaps his mouth shut and continues to stare at Regulus in awe.

“I’m taking you dress shopping tomorrow and you are never wearing anything else on that gorgeous body of yours.” Regulus laughs and walks over to kiss James on the cheek, leaving a light lipstick stain.

“Sounds good to me,” he says, stepping out of the room and walking towards the door. “Come on now, we don’t want to be late do we?” James trails after him quickly, and from the moment they walk into the party, he doesn’t take his hands off of Regulus for one second.

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cupid-styles · 7 months

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#and what if I write a blurb abt yn who is on antidepressants and can't c*m #and eventually she's just like u know what. its not happening #and then her and harry just lay there in silence #bc then what #WHAT WILL YALL DO THEN

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honeyedlashton · 2 years

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[ “ i’m swimming into you . i’ll tumble to the ocean in a parachute … ” ] 🐚 🌊 🌺 🥥 🫧

• he's so pretty when he goes down on me • gold - skinned eager baby , blue shirt out the laundry • he tells me he's gentle when he wants to be • so i think he wants to be gentle with me •

— “ touch tank ” quinnie

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shirogane-oushirou · 3 months

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honestly thank you to those who replied to that one post the other day -- i'm already feeling a good bit better and less stressed ksjnfkn, it's wild. now i just have to finish redoing my tags and write out some profiles for my new selfship carrd and i'll be gucci... hell, maybe with those out of the way, i'll have more spoons for rbs and replies and whatnot? 🤔

#📌 [ my posts. ]#think i have my new tags figured out -- doc!ren gets to keep his hard af tag and everyone else gets short ones jNSDFKjn #what can i say? he's my special guy ✨#i'm having some trouble with the images on my new carrd but i'm waiting for a reply from support... so all that's left is the hard shit #aka bios for both rens + oushirou... i can ramble about them for days but if you ask me to put together a short-and-sweet #well-organized blurb? it's joever for me. lay me to rest in the countryside.#💭 [ my thoughts. ]

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soft4svt · 2 years

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You decided to drop by the dance studio one evening after class to see what the performance team was up to. As the boys rehearsed and discussed new choreography ideas, you were lying on the floor against the back wall of the dance space. You were completely content scrolling on your phone and listening to the guys talk. At least until Hoshi asked you for your input. You thought for a few seconds before getting up and improvising different moves to see if anything would bring some inspiration. Working soon turns into fun and the five of you are dancing like crazy and hyping each other up all at the same time. All is going well until you step wrong and lose your balance.. right into Chan’s arms. Had he always been this strong? Wait, since when were his eyes so perfect? You snap back to reality and shoot a small glare at Jun who giggled at your almost-fall. After a deep breath to calm your racing heart, you continue dancing with the others. Chan tries to do the same but when he looked at your reflection in the mirror, his eyes immediately caught the pretty blush left on your cheeks. He smiles slightly as a tinge of pink paints his cheeks as well. At the end of rehearsal, Chan can’t help but feel a little more sad than usual that you have to part ways. He’s not sure where these new feelings have come from or if they were always there. It’s a thought he’s willing to explore and hopes that maybe you feel the same way too.

#spoiler: you do feel the same way #this is a little longer than my usual writings :) enjoy!#seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen blurbs #seventeen #dino fluff #seventeen dino #lee chan #my fellow dancers will understand that the studio floor is so comfy to lay on after a long day

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fatedefyd · 1 year

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‘ sorry, you cant save that code bc its not an HTTPS url :c ‘

[ replaces urls to https ]

‘ sorry, you didnt do it right lmao :ccc ‘

[ CONFUSED UNGA BUNGA ]

#☼ ◜ooc.◞#// it was FINE when i saved earlier??#// ig ill just work on those abouts/verses blurbs instead then #// [ lays facedown on the floor ]

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tvrningout-archived · 2 years

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personal blogs, do not reblog!!

btw i have to share that my brain all day has been banging pots and pans that a good deal of kaigaku’s portrayal in the manga is a skewed perception of him bc it’s after he became a demon and we already know from many experiences with other demons that their nature gets all twisted up and it doesn’t have to take long for this to happen!! like yes he did some horrible stuff and he was the worst to zenitsu, but ofc all that we see of him is negative bc we’re constantly seeing him from other people’s viewpoints!! ofc we’d dislike him when we’re witnessing him through zenitsu’s eyes and gyomei’s!! but just bc he was terrible to some people doesn’t mean he was terrible all the time.

why do you think he became a demon slayer y’all....... when he could’ve made an escape any time after he left for final selection. gramps likely had to drag zenitsu to final selection, but not kaigaku -- lad had plenty of opportunity to abandon such a dangerous profession. so why do you think he became a slayer?? to redeem himself, to make amends for the blood on his hands, to maybe prove to himself he isn’t a monster. and maybe he hoped to feel like he belonged bc he could never feel at home anywhere, not really. and what do you think happened when muzan got his claws in him?? he took all the insecurity and resentment and turned the dial to 1000000000.

i’m just saying that my portrayal will focus heavily on a kaigaku who isn’t the villain even though he isn’t exactly a great person or necessarily good all the time. i wanna focus on the fact that mistakes don’t have to define a person if they don’t let them. i wanna write the kaigaku who just wanted to fit in, to be recognized and praised and be accepted after going nearly his whole without ever feeling that way. and good GOSH I JUST LOVE THIS STUPID ANGRY THUNDER CHILD OKAY!!!!

#CRIES AND SCREAMS AND LAYS DOWN #I'M CONSTANTLY THINKING ABOUT THIS OKAY!!!!! ALL THE TIME!!!!!!!#like zenitsu and kaigaku's relationship is a very particular special case i feel bc zenitsu made kaigaku feel threatened #and i won't rant in the tags about this bc i've written lengthy headcanons about it already asdfgh #BUT Y'ALL MY HEART #I JUST WANNA GIVE THE BOY A FIGHTING CHANCE TO BE CARED FOR AND TO GROW INSTEAD OF BECOMING AN EASY VILLAIN #THIS WAS MEANT TO BE A SILLY SMALL BLURB AND LOOK WHAT HAPPENED. IT'S WHAT ALWAYS HAPPENS!!!!#headcanons | kaigaku

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decantingstxrs · 2 years

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this is for u @colognedecigarette , junmyeon’s can be found here <3

send me a member + a prompt!!

#6: “use your tongue”

#16: “if you want to come you better beg”

#25: “get on your hands and knees, right now”

"you. get on your hands and knees, right now.” yixing orders. you nod, assuming the position on the bed.

“and you. strip and get in front of her.” minseok nods. he takes his shirt and boxers off and walks over to you. he’s tugging himself to full hardness and stops when his cock is right in front of your mouth.

“suck him off till he comes. use your tongue.”

it’s so fucking hot seeing yixing giving orders like this. usually minseok’s the one giving you and him the orders, but thanks to coercion from you, he handed over the reigns.

your tongue works its magic on minseok’s cock. it’s not long till he’s ready to cum.

“fuck, i’m so close.”

“ah, ah, ah. if you want to come, you better beg.” yixing says. “beg her to let you come in her mouth.”

minseok whines and thrusts in your mouth. “please, baby, let me cum in your pretty mouth.” you hum, working him more till he spills in your mouth.

“good girl, now it’s your turn.”

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keyboard-cowgirl · 2 years

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sorry i had to black out part of your ask but i know there are people here reading it right now and I don’t want to spoil it, but you are welcome. that’s the best thing about fanfic, you can take it any direction you need and while big media productions have to cater to networks and creators etc, fanfic needs only to cater to the person writing it. and I wanted all those things in those little black boxes for the characters we cherish so much

“beautifully and viscerally written” those 4 words are going to live in my head forever and ever. Thank you!

Please! By all means write any ww fic you want! There aren’t enough!!!!

#westworld #beautifully and viscerally written #i can't get over that #if anyone needs me i'll be laying on the couch #daydreaming that 'beautifully and viscerally written' is one of those praise blurbs on the back of a book i've written

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gender-euphowrya · 2 years

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literally no terf who sends online hate to trans people ever has the guts to go off anon lmao y’all have the spine of a slug

#so thankful for the fact that i'm in my Nobody Can Ever Tell Me Shit No Words Can Affect Me stage #keep wasting your time it's only hurting you not me #licherally what do you envision is going to happen after i read your Oh So thought-through anon blurb #that i'm gonna cry ? that i'm gonna detransition ? that i'm Not going to go through with the hrt & surgeries ?#that i'm gonna idk revert the name change i just now got ? burn my binders ?#all because little miss Literally Don't Know Who Because Stranger On Anon told me 'buh boo trans bad !!!!'#do you actually think you're hurting anyone but yourself and your precious limited time on earth #this is actually sad for you #i'm alive and thriving. cope and seethe #i only post the scribbles you send me so people can see the shit we have to deal with And the fact that we're not gonna take it laying down #also to showcase the pathetic level of the shit you even come up with like i could have a better argument with a 4-year-old #an ant could come up with more meaningful nervewracking insults all y'all have is the same boring ''u not gender u other gender!!!!!''#''ur larping! ur homphob! ur mental ill! ur delusion!'' c'mon sis get new material #how have your millennia of attempts to make us stop existing worked out ? oh yeah. not so well. we still here lol #bye bye see you in future history books but not for any good reason luv

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kemendin · 8 months

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Me: I hate writing character biographies, they’re the worst, how do I even make so much information coherent Also me: Am I writing too much?

#kem rambles #i really tried to make this just a blurb #but for my main boys cas and khel i think i really have to lay it all out #there's just too much to cover

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mostly-imagines · 18 days

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Guard Dog

jason todd x fem!reader

aka don’t fuck with jason’s girlfriend

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warnings: mildly creepy guys, standard protective bf methods

Jason’s good at shutting people up very quickly. You’d almost call it a talent.

He shuts you up with a kiss when you get stuck in a rant, or with a hug to calm your worried rambles.

And when you’re in an incorrigibly teasing mood, he’ll throw you over his shoulder and carry you back to your bedroom to really shut you up.

With other people though, he has…different methods.

You sit atop your kitchen counter, trading lazy kisses in between giggles with your boyfriend. He stands in front of you, hands massaging your thighs as he leans in for another. You happily oblige.

You break off the exchange to lay a series of sweet kisses on that spot under his jaw.

His head tilts back, letting out a groan so low you nearly miss it. “Sweetheart…” he warns.

“Sorry…” you resign with a sheepish smile.

A knock at the door bursts you out of your shared reverie. You press a kiss to his knuckles and hop down to start setting the table.

Jason gets the door, greeting the pizza guy with a nod as you shuffle around the kitchen. The delivery guy hands him a receipt, asking for a signature.

Jason uses the door as a surface to sign, giving the delivery guy an apt view into your apartment, where he sees you getting out plates in the kitchen. More noticeably, he sees you in your boyfriend's shirt, which rides up just a little bit when you stand up on your toes to reach the top cabinet. The lift of the shirt exposes the bottom of your underwear, though it falls back into place again just as quickly.

Now, lucky for this guy, Jason’s facing the door and does not see him checking you out in your own home. Unlucky for this guy, he has wildly misread the vibe of your relationship. Or at least your boyfriend.

“Man, how do you get anything done around here?” He jests.

Jason looks up at him, and the pizza man’s eyes tear away from your legs to meet his hard gaze. It does not take him long to realize his mistake.

“Try again.” Jason behests, arms crossed in front of him.

The pizza boy’s eyes go wide and he shakes his head, stuttering. “I—uh, I said have a good night.”

“Mhm.” He grumbles.

The pizza guy hands Jason the box with shaky hands and scuttles back down the hallway.

Thankfully, you didn’t seem to notice the exchange, but even so, your boyfriend still glowers down the hallway after him.

“Jay?”

His attention snaps back to you, demeanor changing instantly. “Yeah, baby?”

You’re sitting in your usual spot at the table, his chair empty and waiting just around the corner from you.

“Come sit.” You say, with eyes that might as well be hearts.

He gives a reassuring nod and kicks the door shut behind him.

You and Jason are sitting on the floor in his old room at the manor, your legs thrown over his. You lean up against his bed, asking him about posters on the walls and trinkets on the shelves.

His knee is propped up and your arm dangles across it, his hand in yours. He plays with your fingers and periodically leans forward to leave a kiss on them.

You’d just woken up less than an hour ago after spending the night post-gala, and it’s a peaceful, if not unusually quiet morning.

Dick shouts your name from another room, audibly booking it towards you. Yeah. That’s more like what Jason remembers.

He grumbles some annoyances, dropping his head against your intertwined hands.

Dick bursts into the room, clearly incredibly excited.

“What’s up, Dick?” You ask, calm as ever. Jason lets an unseen smile creep up, head still down.

Dick’s practically jumping up and down, “You gotta see the shit that Tim just found in the cave!” His face drops as he directs his gaze to Jason, “You’re not invited.”

“Thank God.”

Dick ignores him and grabs your wrist, yanking you up from the floor. This is one place where he differs from Jason—he’s not always quite so aware of his own strength.

His grip doesn’t hurt really, but it’s firm enough that you imagine there’ll be bruise marks there later.

“Hey.” Jason calls out, nodding his head to where Dick is holding your arm. “Ease up.”

Dick follows his gaze and immediately loosens his hold, apologizing to you before pulling you along once again (this time much more gentle).

You grin at Jason as he tugs you out the door, him returning it with an endeared smile as he watches you go.

Fuck he loves you.

Jason had a decent break from his night job for once, and was happy to let you drag him out to a bar for a little date. You’d been linked at the hip for most of the night, his hands maintaining their ever present home on your waist and yours resting on his thighs as you tell him about your hectic day.

He’d usually prefer to stay in bed with you for as long as possible when he gets time off, but you’d looked so excited asking him to go out with you—he never stood a chance.

You look up into the mirror as you wash your hands, a strand of hair falling into your face as you do. You push it back behind your ear and smile to yourself, recalling the several times Jason had wordlessly done the same throughout the night as you rambled.

You make your way back to the bar, smile immediate on your face when you see your boyfriend. It gets replaced rather quickly though, when a man slides in front of you, cutting off your view of him.

“Hey there.”

You have to take a step back because of how close he decided to stand to you. He looks sober (enough) but wildly overconfident in whatevers about to happen.

"Let me buy you a drink, pretty thing."

Jason calls you pretty thing sometimes. It makes the blood rush to your cheeks and an inescapable smile creep up on your lips. When this guy says it, it makes you literally frown.

"Oh no, I'm okay, my—"

"You seem like a dirty martini kinda girl." He expertly ignores you, clearly trying and failing to make some kind of innuendo there.

Jason's sitting back against the bar, watching the interaction carefully. You still can’t see him, but he’s close and you can rest comfortable knowing he’s looking out for you.

With that reassurance, you don’t play this out quite as carefully as you would if you were alone.

"Look, I don't want a drink from you, thanks."

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say to him because his face contorts quickly to mock-disgust that you figure is really just embarrassment.

“Hey, don’t be a bitch just ‘cause—”

You try to sidestep around him, thoroughly done with this interaction, but he grabs your upper arm harshly, pulling you to an abrupt stop.

Jason stands up real quick, yanking the guy backwards by his collar before you can even process what's happening.

Now, you know that Jason is an objectively intimidating guy. There's not many people that will come face to face with that absolute unit of a man and still decide to keep on trying him. However, you tend to forget that when you're so used to your gentle giant that only ever speaks to you kindly and touches you softly.

But his intimidating status becomes very apparent when the guy spins around, looks up at Jason, and immediately takes four steps back. He actually almost bumps into you in the process, not doing anything to tame Jason’s acute distaste for this man.

"Listen to me—back the fuck off before you get hurt."

“She—”

“I don’t give a fuck. Leave.”

The guy hesitates.

“Now.” Jason adjusts his posture to stand at his staggering full height, clearly with no qualms about putting him back in his place.

That does it for him, the man stumbllng away with half-committed mumbles of “whatever” or “something something lame anyway.”

Jason watches him until he walks out the door, before turning back to you.

He delicately takes your upper arm in his hand, pulling your sleeve up to search for bruising. But as harshly as he had grabbed you, it didn’t have the time to cause a bruise before Jason intervened.

“What’d he say to you?” Jason asks, brow furrowed as he inspects your arm.

“Nothing very interesting.” He looks at you mildly.

You smile and comb his hair back from his forehead, “Don’t worry about him. I’m good.”

He lets your arm go, and exchanges it for holding the back of your head, planting a kiss on your forehead.

You take his other hand and guide him back to your seats.

“Besides,” You look over his shoulder and let out a little shocked gasp. “Guess who just walked in.”

He gives you a questioning look before his face slacks, eyes widening in realization.

“No…” And you smile so brightly it almost makes up for what's coming his way.

You redirect your smile over his shoulder and give a wave to the door. Jason swigs down the rest of his drink, hand finding your waist once again.

“Jaybird!”

Jason’s still exhausted from patrol last night but he’d insisted on going with you to the bar to meet your friends. You’d tried to convince him that it was okay to stay in and rest tonight, you’d be fine. But it was a losing battle.

You suspect it has something to do with him not liking when you go out in Gotham at night, especially when you’re drinking.

So he hangs out in the background of the buzz, with you sat in front of him, in between his legs.

You’re talking it up with Roy, who’s been making jokes about how Jason’s “moody ass” tricked you, “the ray of sunshine” into this relationship somehow.

You laugh, taking a sip of your drink. “Right, ‘cause you and Kori were in love at first sight.”

"Oh, fuck off." Roy jeers.

He doesn't say it with the cadence of a joke, but it is.

You know he's joking, he knows he's joking.

Jason, who very well may have been tuned out of the conversation up to that point, does not seem to know he's joking—or he doesn't care.

You don't need to look behind you to know that your boyfriend is in defensive mode, though the look of regret mixed with amusement on Roy's face gives a solid hint.

You hold your hand out to block Jason his path as he moves forward. He lets you stop him, though you're certain he could get past you without so much as blinking, no problem.

"Right. My bad, forgot your guard dog was here. Don't fuck off." Roy backtracks, hands up in front of him.

Jason just rolls his eyes, slouching back down. You reach behind you for his hand, giving it two squeezes. You know he’s tired, so much so that he almost punched his best friend for making a typical joke.

“Five more minutes, okay?” You say softly over your shoulder.

He nods at you blearily, and ducks his head down to rest on your back. You adjust your posture a little bit to make it more comfortable for him and continue on talking, his hand still in yours.

If he hadn’t fallen asleep so quickly, five minutes would’ve been five minutes, but instead it became something more like fifty.

He goes through patches where sleep isn’t always so welcoming, a phase he’s been in for the past couple of weeks. You’d been waking up to find the bed half empty, your boyfriend resigned to doing research on cases in an attempt to at least be productive while he’s awake.

You can’t protect him in the same ways that he protects you—you’re not a fighter or necessarily “intimidating.” But you can protect him like this, in these little ways. Letting him nap on you, making him close the case files and rest with you, holding his hand throughout the night so that when he inevitably has nightmares, he knows immediately that you’re still with him. That he’s safe.

So if he can get some much needed sleep while only costing you a stiff back tomorrow, you’ll happily take that deal as many times as he needs.

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obxsprincess · 4 months

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warnings ; toxic references, degradation

”pretty thing ain’t ya pogue” rafe hissed in your ear — fat tip pushing in your sopping pussy. his hickies all over your body, which he had you bent over his couch cushion like a rag doll. thighs jerked around his waist, your tits pressed against the plush couch as his dick slid into your puffy walls

“and fuckin’ tight,” rafes words were so filthy you uncontrollably clenched around his cock. sucking him in even deeper and yet pushing him out. he grunted in response. “fucking do that again and ‘m cumming inside you - damn you want that don’t you baby?” his hand pulled your forehead so you were looking at him — the mere size of his cock making water pool in your lash line. his slow, taunting thrusts left your mind deliciously blank.

“c-cameron we auh auh- cant!” the fact you even got it out surprised you both, yet only made the bastard smirk. “sure I can, you don’t have a say baby’ I’m doing you a favor slut, let’s not forget that, yea’?” a moan slipped from your lips as his hips began to slap into your ass — many moans as he pushed down on your back, thrusting your hips up even higher he hit your sweet spot perfectly “god, such a fucking shame your a pogue, prettiest slut I’ve ever seen. never had kook cock have you, mhm?” you knew he was enjoying the taunts far to much, but his heavy balls slapping against your clit truly blurred out any scoffs you could have resided to. instead being replaced by dirty gasps and moans — all falling from your drool kissed lips. it was answer enough — and he fucking loved it.

“good cause’ mines the only one you’ll ever gonna have, pogue” the words disappeared in your mind before they even set it, the feeling of his tip thrusting right into your g spot triggered your electric laced climax. cunt walls quivering around his dick — balls deep in your squelching pussy.

“p-pull out” you tried to manage — your blurry tinged head barely doing anything to truly protest. it just felt so good.

in an instant, he pried your legs from his waist and pushed your hips down onto the couch — prone boning you from the back as you felt him lick a strike up the side of your neck. “don’t tell a kook what to do baby” the words almost registered right before he slammed to the hilt once more — his tip twitched against your cervix, a deep groan leaving his throat as his cum leaked down your clenching cunt. “f-fuck you rafe” you panted. feeling him collapse gently on top of you, peeling your sweat brimmed hair from your neck as he layed another purple mark. “your hot when your mad, pogue,” you gasped as he kneeled behind you — thrusting his cum deeper into you, holding it in. “but say it again sweetheart and I’ll make sure every one of your filthy fucking friends knows you belong to me,” you were exhausted — and yet his greedy fingers found your clit, circling it just to prove his point. so sensitive from the touch you bucked against him. “none of them fuck you like I do, do they baby? yea’ none of them ever fuckin’ will”

a/n : toxic rafe just does things to me… carnally. I needed to write a quick blurb lmao. imagining he saw you at a party and well… it’s rafe hehe

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