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rafesproperty · 9 months ago

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Rafe Cameron x Reader GF <3

Rafe with a girlfriend that loves to read. He doesn’t get it. Really. But he’d do anything to make his girl happy. ❤️‍🩹

Just Rafe being disgustingly sweet and spoiling reader…

I wanna make a part 2 where he finds out about annotating cuz that scenario is just hillarious to me 😭 lmk if you want it!

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“Hey, baby,” Rafe mumbled as he walked into the kitchen, it was early in the morning and his voice was still rough, his hair messy and his eyes barely open as he reached for your coffee and took a sip. You were staying at Tannyhill for a while because his dad was on some family trip with Sarah and Rose.

You chuckled and reached for your coffee, snatching it from his hand. “Morning.”

He started to make coffee for himself as well, you’d normally admire his back in the white shirt he was wearing, but you were almost finished with your book so you kept reading, eyes glued to the page. Rafe noticed and looked over his shoulder at you. “Wheezie’s still sleeping?” His eyes trailed down to the table, one singular book laying there but a bunch of mini colorful papers and pens laying around it. He raised an eyebrow when he noticed there was no notebook tho. Weird.

“Mhm,” you gave a quick nod, clearly more focused on the text in your book than on him. “Made you some waffles.” You added and kept reading the page quickly. Suddenly you let out a gasp.

“What?” Rafe quickly turned around, his flight fight or fight mode on immediately. Then he let out a frustrated groan when he realised why you gasped and he leaned against the table, flexing his arms (not happy that you didn’t even look), and sneaking a glance at the page.

“Oh, my fucking God. I need to know the rest.” You let out a tortured moan and looked up at him, suddenly realising you were not alone and that your very much judgy boyfriend was staring at you. You felt your cheeks flush. “Sorry, um… it just… was intense is all.” You closed the book shut, avoiding eye contact with him.

Rafe grinned. “You’re so weird.” He mumbled and ran a hand through your hair. “So, so weird it actually makes you cute as fuck.” He whispered as he leaned down to you, you closed your eyes and purred softly at his touch. He smirked, satisfied that he finally got your attention.

You chuckled at his comment, looking up at him. You knew Rafe didn’t get it. He was very much reality-oriented and you were sure you wouldn’t be able to force him to read a book if his life depended on it. Yours maybe… but you’d probably die anyway. Plus there was no way he’d ever find the time in his schedule to read something. He was either taking care of business or spent all his free time with you and you only, and intended to keep it that way.

He went back to making coffee and you pulled out your phone, looking up the next book in the series you were currently reading. The thing is it was still a fresh release and everyone loved this series so it was sold out everywhere, hard to get and if a store had it they put an insane price on it, knowing some people would buy it anyway.

“30 fucking dollars for a paperback? Fucking assholes.” You slammed your phone down and Rafe turned around, giving you a look of genuine confusion.

“What’s wrong?” He had no idea what a paperback means, or how much books even cost. Thirty dollars sounded normal to him… cheap even.

“What’s wrong? Baby 30 bucks would be insane even for a hardcover.”

“A what?”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s fucking ridiculous. They put a big price on it because they know people want it and some people will buy it but I-“

“I’ll get it for you.” Rafe stopped your rant and sat down next to you with his coffee and the waffles you made earlier.

“What? No, Rafey, no. It’s so fucking expensive.”

He genuinely grinned at your statement. “Baby, it’s 30 bucks.” He rested his hand on your knee, drawing little circles with his thumb, trying to ease your mood. He was still sleepy, normally you’d admire how pretty he looked with his hair all messy and eyes puffy.

“No. That’s not the point. It’s too much for a book. Baby a paperback is usually around 10 dollars.”

“So?”

You groaned. Oh how you wanted to rant to someone about how stupid it was, but of course Rafe didn’t understand. Where was Wheezie when you needed her?

Rafe grabbed your phone and checked the location of the bookstore. You both ate your waffles and chatted about some other things for a while. He eventually got up. “Get dressed, we’ll go get it.”

“Rafey it’s really okay-“

“Shut upppp,” it was his turn to groan in annoyance now and you chuckled at his expression. “Wanna make you happy baby, I don’t give a fuck if it costs a thousand. Get dressed.”

There was no arguing with Rafe once he made up his mind. You were on his bike within a few minutes, holding on to him as he parked in front of the bookstore. He grabbed your waist as he led you inside, holding you close to him — it was a thing he did whenever you went to public together.

You immediately knew where to look for the book you wanted, but your eyes lingered on some new releases on your way over to the fantasy isle anyway, remembering you wanted some of them.

Rafe followed closely behind, texting Barry back on his phone about something.

There were two girls standing next to the fantasy isle and you heard them rant about how overpriced this specific book is and how unfair it is. You really couldn’t agree more. You reached for it and sighed. “Oh God,” you mumbled to yourself when you saw the price. Not thirty, but thirty fucking two.

“Right?!” One of the girls looked at you, obviously also pissed off. “I mean, how greedy can they get.” She ranted.

“Yeah I threw a tantrum when I saw how much it is this morning.” You laughed and she laughed as well, the other girl adding in her own complaining and you were chatting about it for a while, talking about the events of the first book in the series. Rafe was behind you for a while but he got annoyed with Barrys shit over the phone so he found a chair to sit on and let you talk to the girls.

“Right, um, I’ll get going.” You eventually said to the girls when you noticed Rafe was now just scrolling on his phone. You didn’t really wanna keep him waiting.

“Wait you’re actually buying it?!”

“Um,” you let out a nervous laugh, “yeah, well, no… my um, boyfriend’s getting it for me.” You admitted, you didn’t want to brag but you also didn’t want to say you’re getting it and take the credit for something he’s paying for.

“Oh wow, lucky.” One of the girls smiled, sneaking a glance at him. You could tell just from the look in her eyes that she found Rafe scary. Most people did.

“I’m jealous,” the other whispered, whether about your boyfriend or the book was not clear. You smiled and said your goodbye, and went over to Rafe who was now on his feet, leaning against the wall.

He furrowed his eyebrows when he saw you only came back with that one book. “Did you fucking read the whole thing already?”

“What do you mean?” You grinned, ignoring his grumpiness.

“I thought you were picking shit. What were you doing?”

“Oh no, I was chatting with some girls. Sorry. They also had a lot to say about the pricing.” You smiled at him apologetically.

“Well yeah, but go pick more books.” He said annoyed. He didn’t really mind waiting for you but he didn’t understand why you only grabbed one.

“No, baby, this one’s already overpriced as fuck I don’t wanna-“

“For Gods sake Y/N, we’re already here. Get more. Wanna spoil you baby.” He brushed his finger against your cheek and put a strand of your hair behind your ear. You smiled at him and tried to hide your blush.

“Okay, alright. Can you—“

“Mhm,” he knew what you were asking immediately and grabbed the one you already had so you can go look at some more.

You were walking around the isles, checking out a bunch of books. You’d lie if you said you didn’t want almost every single one. As you were reading the back of some modern romance Rafe appeared behind you, he came closer to you and put one hand next to your head, leaning against you. You could feel his breath at the back of your neck and a shiver ran down your spine.

“Isn’t that just about sex?”

“Yeah,” you laughed, not noticing that the girls you were chatting to earlier were standing next to you and Rafe.

He seemed genuinely confused. “Why’d you read about it when we can do it?”

“Rafe,” you laughed again and turned around to face him, giving him a look, blushing when you noticed there were other people too.

“What? I’m serious. Bet I can make you feel better than some words on paper.” He brushed his hand against your back and you felt your whole body tense up… that is until you heard the girls next to you giggle.

“Shut the fuck up,” you mumbled, embarassment evident in your face. But Rafe just smirked, always eager to make you flustered.

“Besides,” you added, putting the book back, “you’d be surprised what a few words on paper can do to you.”

He gave you a susprised look, “Seriously?”

“Yeah where do you think I learned all my tricks?” You said jokingly and he grinned as well.

“Dunno, you were pretty innocent before I corrupted your pretty mind.” He mumbled next to your ear and nibbled at the skin of your exposed neck, softly kissing a mark. His mark.

Rafe smirked when he noticed the way your body reacted by leaning closer to him, and reached over you to grab the book you placed back. “So we’re buying it?”

“No.”

“Why not?” He raised an eyebrow. You were obviously intrigued by it, he thought.

“It doesn’t sound that interesting,” obvious lie, “’m gonna look for something else.”

“Get something else and this as well?”

“No, Rafey, books can get-“ but he just rolled his eyes and held it next to the first book you picked. Already made up his mind.

You knew he’d just get it no matter what you said. “Wait, it’s a sequel, can you—“ You looked up, not only was this store overpriced as fuck but they obviously also had zero respect for small people.

“Hm, here,” he leaned even closer, brushing his lips against your ear, trapping you a little, your back pressed against the bookshelf. “Which one?” He teased you with a smirk, his fingers brushing your hair aside to make the marks he left there the other day visible, his breath brushing over them.

Then he got the book you pointed at, leaving you shivering just a bit more. “Needing me so bad for everything…” he murmured happily.

Rafe figured quickly that you’d act all humble the whole time. You always picked up a book, read the back, smiled at it… and put it back. Every. Damn. Time. And after an hour of him waiting you had the audacity to come to him with only two books. He didn’t say anything, just got up, grabbed them from your hands and made his way to the cashier.

“Hey, princess, hold this for me.” He handed you the four books as he wanted to reach into his pocket for his wallet on the way. You took the books without questioning him, and he quickly grabbed most of the books he noticed you were checking earlier. He also grabbed the better ones, the ones that were more expensive… hardbacks? That’s what you called it, right? So quickly you didn’t even really get the chance to protest.

“Rafe-“

“Shut it,” he growled and this was the first time today he didn’t say that in a joking manner.

So you did.

“Everything alright, sir?” The cashier asked. Rafe gave her a quick nod and noticed they had some snacks — mostly chocolates — there. So he grabbed a few and added that to the pile of books.

He waited for the cashier to finish her job when you suddenly realised something.

“Rafe, wait.” You mumbled and ran off. He didn’t really understand but you came back with one more book a second later. He didn’t mind at all. Tho it didn’t really seem like your style, compared to all the other books… this one was colorful and seemed like some rom-com high school bullshit, but he didn’t question you.

“Your total’s $273, sir…”

You felt your body freeze. “Rafe you don’t-“

But he already pulled out his card without blinking an eye. “Told you to shut it.” He whispered and grabbed the bags with your books and threw his free arm around you, leading you out of the store.

He let out a sigh when you both exited the store and you were afraid for a second that it was because it really was too expensive.

“You’re impossible, you know that?”

Fuck.

“The worst sugar baby ever.” He added and gave you a relaxed smile.

Oh… that’s what he meant. You felt relief as you smiled at him as well, laughing at his nickname for you.

“Thank you, baby.” You mumbled and wrapped your arms around his waist as you both made your way to his bike.

“Mhm, anything for you. Anytime.” He kissed the top of your head and you felt butterflies in your stomach.

Wheezie was already up when you both returned to Tannyhill. She was excited to see all the books you got so you sat down on a couch with her and showed her everything, telling her about each one. Rafe didn’t really care… plus all the fantasy terms started to give him a headache so he minded his own business, dealing with something on his phone again, occasionally resting his hand on your thigh.

“Oh yeah, this one’s for you. I knew you wanted it.”

That caught his attention. He looked up from his phone and saw Wheezies eyes sparkle as she flipped through the book you picked for her. He felt his heart warm up. You really were thinking of his little sister too… He’s so going you wife you up one day. Probably soon.

He sneaked his arm around your waist and squeezed you gently, thanking you.

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gor3-hound · 3 months ago

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KISS AND MAKE UP — NAOYA + TOJI

a/n: another commission for my faveeee @nexysworld. MWAH. just a heads up, naoya is referred to as reader n toji’s cousin just cause second cousin sounded weird in writing idk.

cw: 18+ content. daddy-daughter incest (toji), cousin incest (toji/naoya-ish. naoya/reader). threats + slapping (directed at naoya). misogyny. kinda maybe brief dub-con. p in v. oral (f + m receiving). fem!reader. slapping. hair pulling. creampie.

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Your dad has been gone for the better part of a week when he decides to wander into the house one morning — surprisingly early giving his typical track record of showing up well past midnight. You’re nursing a cup of coffee, nodding in greeting as his gaze lands on you.

“My cousin is coming over later.” Toji huffs as soon as he steps into the kitchen, lazily leaning against the doorway. Irritation is written all over his features. “Play nice, y'hear? I don't need gramps bitchin’ at me. Y'know what Naoya is like with his daddy.”

Naoya. The mention of his name alone is enough to have you scowling, your expression twisting in a similar manner to Toji’s. That only seems to annoy your father further, an exasperated sigh spilling past his lips. “N’ don’t give me that look, kid. Or him, for that matter. I ain’t dealin’ with another one of his rants about how I raised my daughter with a shitty attitude.”

“He thinks any woman who breathes too loud isn’t raised right.” You counter, huffing as you set your coffee down on your counter.

“Ain’t my problem,” your dad replies easily, shrugging his shoulders. “You only have to see him once or twice a year. Suck it up.”

“How long is he even staying?”

Toji is an asshole, but he isn’t evil. He feels a little bad, considering how much you and your cousin tend to butt heads. His lips thin at your question, pressing together as he walks over to ruffle your hair and pull you against his side. “Couple ‘a days. Sorry, kid.”

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Naoya’s gotten at least a hundred times worse since you last saw him. It’d been a year or so since you were forced to be in his presence for more than an hour at a time, and now that he’s hit his twenties and has been getting more duties in the clan, he seems to think he’s God’s greatest gift. He’s not even a full-year older than you, and yet he loves giving you the whole ‘respect your elders, girl’ spiel everytime you so much as frown in his presence.

He’s been here for a day, and you’re already counting down the minutes until he leaves. Your dad said an important job came up — an excuse to escape Naoya, you’re certain — so you don’t even have him to try and attempt to get Naoya to ease up.

You might genuinely go insane before your dad decides to show up again. If you hear him say that you ‘missed a spot’ while making you clean up his mess one more goddamn time, you’re going to end up in a cell.

“If I’m going to cook for you,” you say in a low tone, swallowing thickly to attempt not to snap. If only to save the lecture you’d inevitably get from Naoya, then your father, and then the head of the clan when Naoya eventually went whining to his dad. “You can at least take the plate to the kitchen after.” “And why should I?” He scoffs, that insufferable grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he regards you with an icy stare. “You’re here. Isn’t this kind of thing the purpose of your… species?”

The muscle of your jaw ticks at his words. You can’t even muster up the strength to force a polite smile on your face, your hands clenching and unclenching at your sides. Better to act like a proper lady than retaliate and have him being even more insufferable than usual. Your silence almost seems to piss him off more — you’re starting to think he gets a rise out of seeing you act out.

“You know, the women of this family are disgraceful.” He continues. “Not one of you was raised with proper manners. My father is too soft on all of you. When I am head of this clan, I plan to—”

“Please. Your own dad thinks you’re an asshole. He’s just waiting for an excuse to pass it onto someone else. I wouldn’t get your hopes up.” You bite out, unable to hold your tongue any longer.

Silence fills the room for a few tense seconds. Naoya just… blinks at you, shock written over his features. Shock quickly turns to disbelief, as if the thought of you talking back to him was completely out of his realm of possibility. “Pathetic. You can’t even hear simple facts without growing emotional. The audacity you have to speak to me in such a way is…”

He trails off, lips curling into a sneer as he looks at you. “You should consider yourself lucky I even allow you to speak in my presence, you insolent little—”

“One more fuckin’ word.” The cold voice that cuts through Naoya’s words aren’t your own, but it is a voice you immediately recognise. Your head turns to face your father, the man standing in the doorway with a stony expression.

“I’ve done nothing wrong.” Naoya replies, though you don’t miss the slight waver in his voice.”I was simply correcting the behaviour you refuse to address. My father wouldn’t stand for this treatment of the heir of the—”

“Apologise to my fuckin’ daughter, or I’ll send you back to your daddy in a body bag, kid.” The words aren’t an empty threat — something you and Naoya seem to realise at the exact same time. You watch closely as your cousin swallows his pride, gaze falling to the floor.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, words barely audible. It’s a pathetic attempt, really. One your own father isn’t nearly satisfied with.

“Oh, now you wanna keep quiet, huh? Known you since you were a fuckin’ infant, and I’ve never known you to to know when to shut the fuck up. Say sorry properly.” Toji snaps. Naoya opens his mouth to give another half-hearted apology, but Toji is faster as he speaks up again. “Better be a good one.”

Your dad pauses briefly to think, then he’s stepping closer. “Y’know what? I think you should show you’re really sincere. Get on your knees, and say sorry to my kid.”

Naoya does an exceptionally good impression of a fish — mouth opening and closing multiple times as he stares blankly up at Toji. “You… You can’t be serious.”

“Don’t fuckin’ try me today. I’ve had shitty luck with the races, and I’d love to blow off some steam. I’m sick of you and that old man treatin’ us like shit.”

Naoya swallows hard, slowly rising from your battered sofa. He shifts slightly towards you, refusing to meet your gaze as he sinks down to his knees on the floor. “I apologise.”

“Better,” Toji hums, moving to stand behind you, guiding you to the spot Naoya was just sitting. He’s practically kneeling at your feet now, expression indecipherable. “Sit down, baby. Let’s get him to make it up to you, yeah?”

The tone of voice makes you shiver, eyes flicking up to your dad’s face. Between his soft coo and the way he’s looking at you, you feel your cheeks heat. It’s a familiar expression, but never one you’ve received when in the company of others. “Spread your legs for me, good girl.”

Naoya’s head snaps up then, eyes wide as he looks at Toji. You’re unable to school your own expression as you gaze down at Naoya, taking in the way he’s acting. You can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment, finally having him knocked down a few pegs. You swallow the lump forming in your throat, your heart fluttering nervously as you follow your dad’s command.

“Show her how sorry you really are, hmm?” Toji purrs, all low as he takes a handful of Naoya’s dyed hair, forcing his face against your clothed cunt. He stiffens, but then he’s quickly melting against you, nuzzling closer to your heat.

“Not so talkative now.” Toji scoffs, squatting down as he uses his grip as leverage to make Naoya rub against you more. The action draws a soft whine from the back of your throat, your head falling back against the sofa. “Got you actin’ like a well-trained dog, just from the scent of some pussy? You really have that much trouble gettin’ girls in bed, huh?”

Naoya bristles at his words, but he’s visibly more docile than usual as he allows Toji to guide him against you. You’re getting impatient yourself now, squirming against the cushions.

“You want a taste, cousin?” And Naoya nods within seconds, eagerly opening his mouth and exhaling harshly. The hot air fans against the damp fabric of your panties in a way that instantly has heat shooting to your core. “Always bein’ a fuckin’ brat, think you even deserve it?”

Toji pulls Naoya back, and you find satisfaction in the pathetic little whine he lets out, even if you find yourself immediately missing his presence between your legs.

“Daddy, please.” You breathe, voice a mix of needy and pleading. You instantly see the way he softens — something you only ever really get the luxury of seeing — before he lets go of Naoya’s hair.

“Go on, then.” Toji murmurs, and Naoya doesn’t even blink before his fingers are desperately grasping at your skirt, bunching up the fabric at your waist and tugging your panties to the side before he dives in.

A low, breathless ‘fuck’ spills past his lips as his tongue licks a long, wet stripe along your dripping cunt, collecting the wetness that had gathered there. He groans against you, nose nudging at your clit as he tongue-fucks you in earnest. His lashes flutter as he gazes up at you, the taste of you making him feel a little light-headed.

You’ve never seen him so invested in anything. He has a lazy sort of arrogance that follows his every action, but he looks like nothing more than an over-excited puppy as he laps at you with an almost feverish intensity. His eyes are heavy lidded, fingers gripping onto your legs with a harshness that makes you think you’ll be left with bruises as a reminder of what happened.

“Make her cum, and I might even let you have a treat,” Toji teases. Your peak is rapidly approaching by the time his voice takes your attention away from Naoya. You’d almost forgotten your dad was only feet away, watching the both of you closely. He’s clearly enjoying this — if the tent stretching his pants obscenely was anything to go by.

Naoya is only spurred on by his words, dragging his mouth upwards until his lips suction around your clit. He sucks eagerly, tongue flicking against the swollen bud until you’re writhing and crying out beneath him. The way Toji sees it, the two of you have never gotten on so well.

“Nao, please… need… just a little more.” You babble, hand reaching down to tug at his hair. He moans against you, tongue pressing flat against your clit. Your thighs clench around his head, body tensing as you gush all over his tongue. He keeps licking until he’s tugged away, hazy-eyed and hard as a rock.

“My… treat?” Naoya mutters hoarsely. He’s never one to miss out on… anything that benefits him, really. He’s twitching in his trousers, leaking pre-cum steadily, and he’s just about ready to accept anything that’ll let him get off.

“Always an impatient brat.” Toji says under his breath, large hands coming down to position you on the sofa — hands and knees against the cushions — before stripping off his pants and boxers. “Think Naoya’s sorry, baby. Wanna return the favour while daddy has a turn on your pretty little pussy?”

You’re still panting from your previous orgasm, but the idea of being stuffed from both ends has your cunt pulsing. You flinch a little as your dad slides into you, whimpering softly as your walls flutter around him. You’re still sensitive, biting down on your lower lip to stifle your moans.

“Aww, cute. Tryna be quiet, baby?” Toji coos, thrusting forward hard, just once, to make you squeal. “Naoya can help with that, yeah? Gonna let him fill that mouth?”

You nod, and Naoya considers that permission. You’ve never seen someone move so fast, his hands hastily pulling at his clothes. He slides onto the couch, kneeling in front of you.

The only issue with his mouth no longer being preoccupied is he’s now capable of speaking again, and he makes that known to the entire room. He slowly slides his length past your lips, head titling back as the tight, wet heat of your mouth engulfs him.

“Fuck, that’s good. I knew there had to be a reason my cousin kept you around, considering how useless you are at everything else.” As soon as the words leave his lips, the sharp, harsh sound of skin of skin fills the room. You don’t realise what happened at first, but Toji hips stutter at the exact moment Naoya lets out a sharp hiss of pain.

Your dad hit him. Hard enough to have his cheek glowing red, his head cocked to the side from the force of the smack. You expect a tantrum, another speech. You get neither.

His hips buck so violently his cock lodges itself deep in your throat, making you gag. Your eyes water at you look up at him, his pupils blown as a smug smile stretches across his face.

“Weird little freak.” Your dad grunts, still fucking into you with further. His hands find your hips, pulling you back against his thrusts as you drool eagerly all over Naoya’s cock.

“Guilty,” Naoya purrs in reply, words cocky and self-assured as he threads his hands in your hair to hold you steady, giving him the leverage he needs to fuck your face.

“Watch your fuckin’ mouth when you’re talkin’ to my daughter, or I’ll make you sit in the corner and watch me play with her instead.” Toji growls.

At least that seems to quieten him down, if only so he doesn’t have to give up the pleasure your mouth is bringing him. Naoya’s thighs begin to twitch at the same time his grip in your hair tightens. You work harder at licking along his length, sucking eagerly as he fucks your throat.

“Come… coming, fuck.” Naoya hisses, forces the entirety of his length down your throat. You choke as his seed fills your throat, unable to do anything but swallow with your nose pressed firmly against his pelvis. You cough and splutter when he finally pulls out, a mix of cum and spit coating your lips and chin as he collapses in the corner of the couch.

He watches lazily as your dad fucks you. Toji takes the opportunity to push your chest into the couch, nuzzling the nape of your neck to let you hear the quiet grunts he lets out against your skin as his chest presses against your back. His grip on your hips is tight, yanking you back to meet each of his thrusts.

His cock hits that spongy spot inside of you that has you positively mewling with each jolt of his hips, his lips hot and hungry as he trails kisses along your skin. “Fuck, baby. So pretty. Such a good girl for me, so good… go on, cum for me, sweetheart. Show Naoya how good you are for daddy.”

His words are your undoing, a broken cry leaving you as you cream around his cock, slick coating his length and dripping down his balls. He thrusts lazily a few more times, biting down on your shoulder as he cums deep inside your trembling cunt.

You flop down almost immediately, falling boneless against the couch. Your head falls against Naoya’s thigh, chest heaving with each panting breath you let out.

“Might as well come up here,” Naoya hums with surprising softness, arm falling away from his side languidly. It’s about as open as an invitation to snuggle as you’re going to get.

You shift up against his body, dropping down against his chest with a tired sigh. Toji just laughs, leaning back in his heels. “Christ. Never thought I’d see the day.”

Naoya glares at him, wrapping his arm around your waist. Your eyes are already shut, and Naoya’s close a moment later. Only moments later, you’re both passed out.

“Brats.” Toji grumbles under his breath as he pulls a throw blanket around your sleeping forms, an unmistakable fondness to his tone.

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princessbrunette · 1 year ago

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rafe had been trying to pick a fight with bunny!reader all day due to his bad mood. however, due to her being a little ray of pink glittery sunshine — it just wasn’t happening.

first, the problem was the pink glittery dildo in your dresser that he found whilst snooping due to boredom, waiting for you to be done in the shower. he argues with himself whilst you sit at your vanity, giggling and happily doing your makeup.

“you tellin’ me you need that shit? ‘cus… ‘cus if that’s the case, don’t come begging for dick every thirty minutes when clearly you could be fixing your own problems.” he rants, huffing as you carefully brush mascara through your eyelashes.

“its not the same! pluuuus, i haven’t used that thing in ages. dont even know where you found it, daddy.” you’re clearly amused and it’s making things worse, locking eyes with your boyfriend through the mirror as he stands with his hands on his hips.

“think i’m stupid, right? if you weren’t still using this thing you would have thrown it in the trash.”

you spin on your stool, giving him a convincing pout. “i only use it when you go away on business trips with your dad, ‘cos i just miss you so much.”

he blinks, clearly not out of juice.

“you need to learn a little patience and self discipline, alright — you’ll appreciate this dick more without the fuckin’ silicone version.” he drawls and you giggle again at his word choice before bringing your manicured fingers to your lips to stop yourself.

“m’attached to it rafey. i like it. its pink and glittery and i’m not throwing it away.” you stand your ground, and his jaw ticks, looking around once more at the toy laying on your bed.

“cant do all the shit i do n’you know it… right? you call me when that toy fuckin’ chokes you out how you like it or spits in your damn asshole and shoves its thumb in there. yeah?” he mouths off before leaving the room, caring less and less about the argument as time goes on. now you really couldn’t fight him — he was playing dirty, and that made you horny.

his fighting spirit is given a new lease of life downstairs in the kitchen, when you accidentally blurt out the wrong name whilst speaking to him.

you’re giggling uncontrollably once more, grabbing at his shirt in the kitchen attempting to pull you closer as he holds his hands up, pretending to be totally disgusted.

“nah, who the fuck is that — huh? nate?”

“gosh, rafey — he’s from gossip girl! i was just thinkin’ about the show and your names sound similar! was an accident!” the fact you don’t sound sorry in the slightest is grinding his gears, not hugging you back when you manage to wrap your arms around him. “daddy hug me back.” you pout, and he peels you back with his hands on your shoulders.

“on thin fuckin’ ice today… alright?” he raises his eyebrows. you smile and nod, earrings jangling like there wasn’t a thought in your head.

it’s on the way to the country club that he’s really had enough, insisting on playing your music in the car, constantly winding down the volume to ask questions that didn’t need to be asked. your delicate hand reaches out for the volume toggle once more and he smacks it away.

“if you’re going to ask me if i’d still love you as a worm, or whatever bullshit you’ve conjured up — i suggest staying quiet, yeah? already told you that you’re pushing it today.”

he doesn’t have to look at you to know your smile is spreading.

“that wasn’t my question, but would you?”

the car pulls over to the side of the road with a swiftness, and he turns his body in his seat. you look unbothered as ever.

“why’d we stop?”

“you’re uh, you’re goin’ in the trunk. okay?” he rasps slowly, nodding his head like it would hypnotise you into agreeing. somehow, it worked — because your grin remains.

“okay!”

he marches over to your side and yanks you out before walking you round the back and opening the trunk. “i’m serious. get in.”

you do with no complaints — and by the time he is back in the drivers seat, he believes he’s taken it too far. however there’s no banging around, no crying, no screaming for him to let you out — so he drives away. the silence is rewarding, but he doesn’t feel great about it.

when he pulls up to the country club, he’s quick to walk around the backside of his truck and open up the trunk, relieved to see you happy as a clam — and lifts you out from under your arms. “that was fun! it was like you were a kidnapper, but also my boyfriend.” your eyes have a twinkle to them as he marches you towards his group of friends, gawking with questioning gazes.

“yeah you like that shit? ‘that turn you on?” he bites back sarcastically, but you nod anyway.

#to combat all the soft!rafe today here’s some extra mean rafe #rafe cameron prompt #bunny!reader

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bluesunss · 25 days ago

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Goldfish memory Choi Su-bong x F!Reader

part 2

summary: after witnessing your (ex-)boyfriend cheating on you (and making no effort to hide it), you go to a fast-food place and complain to the cashier. but that random man is a way better listener than your stupid ex ever was, and you find yourself ranting to that hot stranger.

warnings: not really a warning, but reader is extremely blunt, tactless and messy. not in a bad way, just a big blunt mess. swearing, mentions of cheating

a/n: sorry for being inactive :( ill try to update my main stories this weekend but here is a filler episode to make up for it. also McRonalds bc we boycott here ! btw not proofread im super tired #help

The lights of the cheap McRonald at the end of the street kept flickering to death, neon red bleeding into the puddles on the pavement. The rain fell in slow slivers, barely there but still making the hairs on your arms rise. You sneezed, walked faster and reached for the handle.

Your mind was a wreckage site. The sterile light immediately woke you up, it was so late. The smell of frying and salt hit your face, it got warmer and greasier. Scanning the screens, you found them all taken, and you muttered an insult. The cashier was tapping on the screen, his lips moving silently as if talking to himself, and he had an AirPod in.

He wouldn’t hear you. You needed to vent. That is why you slammed your hands onto the counter.

“I just think,” you announced, “that if you’re gonna cheat, at least try to fucking hide it."

The boy behind the register barely looked up from the screen, swaying his head slightly to the music you could hear from here. His name tag read Su-bong, his hair under his cap was too bright for this night, a flashy purple tousled on the edges of a fluffy brown mass, and you spotted silver piercings on his ears as well as a black line going up his coloured fingers. He looked familiar, but you had no time for familiarity.

“You okay girl?” he asked, finally looking at you when you said nothing, pulling out an earbud.

“Fucking great," you snapped. Anger and exhaustion coexisted within you and you broke down. "My boyfriend decided to raw-dog some girl on MY couch in MY house. When I opened the door, he saw me, but that asshole kept going until he finished. Only then did he fall to his knees and beg. After he was done."

You squint your eyes in disgust.

"He said it ‘just happened.’ Like he tripped and fell into her y’know."

Then, you stare suspiciously at the cashier. Gladly, it’s late, and there is no one standing behind you, the people are ordering at the machines. His dark eyes are surrounded by a blue orbit, and eye bags make the dark circles pop. He puts down the earbud, stops tapping on the screen.

Letting out a low whistle, he finally taps at the register. “That’s rough, señorita. Wouldn’t wish that on myself."

“No, rough is the fact that he had the audacity to send me a voice note crying about it,” you continued, pointing an accusing finger at him. “Like he’s the victim. Like I put him in that situation. You ever seen a grown man sniffle out a ‘baby please’ while he’s got another girl’s press-on nails still clawed into his shoulder?”

That got a real reaction. Su-bong barked out a laugh, pressing a hand to his chest like he’d been shot.

“Oh, that’s tragic.”

“That’s pathetic.”

He was still grinning when he turned around, grabbing a large soda cup and filling it, before taking a loud sip from it.

"So what’re you gonna do bout this cheating narcissistic little bitch?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean if I were you, I’d light his pants on fire. Or maybe steal his dog. Or… nah that’s breaking bro code. Don’t break his PS5. That’s too mean."

"Oh. Good ideas."

He shook his head and sipped again from his coke. "Nah. Y’know what breaks any man more than revenge? Nothing. Do nothing and walk away like a proud bitch. That makes us want to go on all fours and beg."

You laughed, hand brushing his arm instinctively. Keen on physical touch, that seemed to shine the cashier’s eyes who was already in another dimension. He stared at you an instant before straightening again.

"Why are you even helping me?" Your laugh died down, the ghost of a smile on your lips.

“Because my night’s already shit. And a pretty girl’s whining bout a shitty guy. What a way to score a goal on some fine shit."

Your heart, that had calmed down since the awful stress the visual sight from earlier had put on you, sprinted again. You were dizzy, it was late. His gaze locked with yours, tired. Absentmindedly, your fingers touched his forearm, and he let you there. Stroking circles, you watched the way his breath hitched and the way his eyes stared at your eyes. Those eyes. Those tattoos. This purple hair.

"Hold on. I know you."

The instant broke. He pulled his arm away, turned back to the register, lips curling, self-deprecating. “’Course you do babygirl. Everyone does." He sighed, took a sip of his drink. "’Specially after last week."

You leaned in. “You’re Thanos.”

His expression didn’t change. He slightly furrowed his brows, removed a piece of fry from his teeth and swallowed it. His elbows were now propped on the counter as your meal was getting prepared behind, and he was awaiting a reaction.

“My ex loved you,” you said. “Wouldn’t shut up about your freestyles. Played them in the car. I hated it.”

Su-bong blinked once. Then, instead of looking offended, he let out a short, dry laugh. “Wow. Brutal.”

"Fucking hell each time I’d hear your voice I thought I was going MAD. If we were fighting, he’d blast your hit song ‘break ur bones not my heart’ or whatever that was. If I complained about any minor inconvenience he’d slam into my ears ‘bitches get mad when they know I’m right’. Man, even after he cheated he sent me a Spotify link to your ‘ain’t nothing better than make up sex."

You were not exactly known for your tact. That is why Su-bong was biting his lower lip at a loss of words. He got criticism. Lots of it. But he’d usually get told his music was just plain amazing or shit. No explanation. He awaited the continuation. You were seemingly lost in your raging anger.

"Your rap isn’t totally bad though," you remarked. "Just-"

“Just?”

You sighed, debating whether you should keep talking. But you were too far in.

“Sometimes it felt like you relied too much on your flow to carry you. Like, you’d have these really good setups, and I’d be waiting for the punchline, and then it wouldn’t land as hard as it could have. Like you were holding back, or playing it safe. I mean I would appreciate some of the things my ex played in my ears, but I’d never tell him."

He didn’t say anything right away. Just tilted his head slightly, considering.

Then: “That’s actually solid criticism.”

You shrugged. “Whatever." Then, you looked over his shoulder. "I’m hungry! When’s my food coming?"

Su-bong looked back too, before standing. "Girl I think you forgot to order."

That made you smile. He watched you, amused, as you made a motion similar to pouting, observing the menu. "Triple cheeseburger. Lots of fries and pickles. And sauce. Extra spicy."

Su-bong tilted his head. "That’s all for you tonight señorita?"

You bit your lip again, let out a quiet ouch. "I think so. Oh, maybe add sparkling water."

He smirked. "Not many people go for that."

You didn’t answer immediately, pulling out your card from the mess in your bag as two lipsticks fell and rolled to the ground as well as bills. Muttering insults, you knelt and grabbed your stuff, finally exhaling.

"Yeah I’ve never tried it before. Just first thing that came to my mind. I don’t wanna think of the shit in my apartment. Fucking hell, he stained my couch with his sweat and another woman’s. That’s so disgusting!" You kept swearing, scanning the card. It kept declining and you almost crumbled in despair.

The cashier chuckled pitifully. "Don’t worry it’s on me. Tonight."

You half-smiled. "You’re broke. I saw the last rap battle. Actually, my ex kept replaying it and saying it was rigged and you didn’t forget your own lyrics."

If he was embarrassed, he did not show it. He called someone from the back and gave them your exact order. "See? The memory of a goldfish."

"Gold fishes have shit memories. It’s elephants."

He laughed. "I know babe. Been testing you."

Your meal came. His fingers brushed against yours as he gave you your cardboard bag, he stared at you a second too long.

is not proofread I’m exhausted I need sleep

#choi su bong #choi su bong x reader #squid game #squid game 2 #thanos #thanos squid game #thanos x reader #player 230 #player 230 x reader #alternate universe

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hiiikiko · 7 months ago

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001: ‘She’s in a band’

TW: Light smut, Ellie being a jerk tbh. (Not proofread bc I took my meds and I’m feeling lazy :P)

Moving to Seattle wasn’t your first choice, I mean, you were perfectly happy in Arizona. You had friends, family, and most importantly, a band but some drama happened and you wanted to get away from it all. Your first choice was going to California but you had no money, no stable job, and no place to crash so, you reluctantly went to Seattle. At least you’d be closer to the music scene and you haven’t seen your favourite cousin in awhile..

Gazing out the window as the amtrak came to a halt you see Jesse sitting on a bench, legs obnoxiously sprawled out and a toothpick hanging on his lips.

“Can take the boy outta the country but can’t take the country outta the boy,” you chuckle as you gather your luggage and make your way off the bus

“Hey, y/n/n,” Jesse drawls, grabbing your luggage with ease and slinging his arm around you.

“Ugh, get off me you reek of axe and cigarettes,” you tease with a smile playing on your lips as Jesse ruffles your hair and throws your things into the back of his truck.

Jesse’s place was a lot nicer than you though, I guess being a welder does pay off. It was a little messy and could use a homey touch but it was rather nice but you would never admit that to him. Your room was nice too, a little small, but had a great view and even had access to the balcony. The room was bare, plain white walls with a red brick wall on one side, a bed and one singular lamp sitting in the middle of the room.

You settle in while Jesse rifles through your things and rants about his current situationship, “She’s just insane like who asks for your credit score on the first date? Don’t get me wrong, my credit score is so good that it would make ANY girls parties drop.”

You scrunch your nose and throw a hoodie at him as he continues “Hey, I’m just say—“ he begins before hes abruptly interrupted by a call, “Yeah?.. right now?… Alright, alright, alright… on my way, doll.”

“Hmmm, I wonder who that could be,” sarcasm practically oozes off your words.

“It’s Dina,” Jesse winks as he rushes to put his boots on, “Don’t expect me to come back tonight,” he winks.

“Oh, come on,” you trail after him, “It’s my first night! Can’t you stay? We can, like, get dinner and maybe go to a bar?”

‘Nah, I’d rather get laid than hang out with my dorky little cousin,” He says, the door cutting off his voice.

Asshole.

And that’s how you find yourself all alone, sitting at a bar and cheering on the local bands when two girls sit next to you. The girl with short hair remarks, “Those guys were so ass, ‘The Serpahites?’ What the fuck kinda name is that,” her friend laugh at her joke.

“Sounds like a cult,” you mutter under your breath, not meaning for them to hear you but the girl with auburn hair laughs, “Ah, sorry, didn’t mean to eavesdrop—“ you begin but are quickly interrupted by the girl resting a hand on your shoulder.

“It’s okay, dude,” a soft smile on her lips.

Fuck, she’s so cute. The way the dim bar lights dance over her facial features and the way her short hair falls softly over her green eyes. She was wearing a flannel but you could tell she had one hell of a body.

“Sorry,” you say again.

“It’s all good,” she smirks, crap, did she notice the way you were staring?

As you’re debating on whether or not you should call it a night or get on your knees and start apologizing profusely for ever thinking lewd thoughts in the presence of an angel, she gets up, grabbing her friends hand and heads into the back.

Crap, I should’ve asked for her number..

Just as you take another sip from the fruity drink you ordered, you hear the announcer introduce another band called “the Infected.” Sounds pretty cool, you think as you get up from your seat and make your way into the crowd of people.

Must be a popular band.

The curtains are pulled back to reveal the girl you met at the bar earlier, she’s taken off her flannel and is now wearing a form fitting black tank top, low rise jeans, and a pair of worn converse, on her shoulder rests a beautiful black guitar littered with stickers of stars and planets, cute. Along side her is a girl with piercings, long black hair, looks like the lead singer, and oh. my. god. IS THAT JESSE?? He’s no longer wearing a flannel but a plain black tee, denim jeans, and of course, his boots, he’s on drums.

“Jesse!” you cheer as his head whips around and shoots daggers at you, you’ll never let him live this down.

The band plays a wonderful set and gets a lot of cheers from the crowd. Some fans, mostly girls, approach the band afterwards to gush over them, the girl with the auburn hair seems to have the most fans.

You make your way towards the stage to find Jesse, hoping to tease him about what you just witnessed.

“He’s in the back changing,” a voice rasps from behind. “Ah, I see,” turning around, you see the bassist towering over you.

“Heyyy, I know you, we met at the bar, yeah?” She says while looking you up and down.

“Yeah, at the bar,” you manage to get out.

“You’re Jesse’s cousin? Huh, didn’t know you were coming out tonight, if I had known, I would’ve put on a better show,” she smirks as a light blush sweeps over your face. How could such a small comment illicit this small reaction from you? Maybe it was the way she said it, her voice raspy from singing on backup.

“That show was really great, I enjoyed it a lot. Seems like y’all are popular,” you glance over at a small crowd of girls shooting glares in your direction for talking to their bassist.

The auburnette chuckles and glances back, winking at the girls, “Yeah, we got a few.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at the faux humility, unfortunately, she catches this.

“What was that?” She laughs, studying your face.

“I can tell already, you’re such a cliche, right? I bet you sleep with all your little fangirls, give them the night of their lives then leave them in the dust, right? Just so you can feed your ego and make yourself feel better for whatever attachment issues you got going on.”

She looks awestricken. You knew her type all too well, I mean you were in a band and you’ve encountered A LOT of band mates are like that. Hell, even rock’s beloved dad, Dave Grohl, did something similar.

“Touché,” she smirks and leans up against the stage, her green eyes hungrily taking you in, “You’re interesting, let me buy you a drink.”

About half an hour later, you’re in the back of her van, panting with her lips on your neck and her knee pressing up against your aching cunt. She’s whispering sweet things into your ear which causes your hips to involuntarily buck up against her hand.

“So fuckin’ needy f’me, aren’t ya?” She mumbles against your neck, “All that talk just for you to melt into my touch,” you can feel her smirking against your neck.

“Shut up,” you say, barely getting it out through desperate whimpers and pants.

The next morning, you wake up in her apartment, alone and half naked, only wearing your panties and a shirt you didn’t recognize. You groan as you stumble out of bed, this hangover might actually be the death of you. You make your way over to the kitchen for some water only to find a sticky note next to some tylenol and water, it reads ‘Don’t forget to lock the door on your way out.’

What the actual fuck. Not even a good morning or at least a hi?

You crumple up the note, leaving it on the counter to hopefully get the message across.

“Typical bassist,” you mutter before leaving.

Later that evening, you facetime your friend, Lila.

“So… she basically told you to get out? What the fuck! You should’ve totally wrecked everything, stolen her shampoos, bleach wash her clothes, pour glitter all ov—“

Laughing you say, “Okay, okay, Lils, I get it but seriously? Glitter is going a little too far.”

“Not far enough, I’d say,” she mutters, “So…. was it good, at least?

“Good? It was total ecstasy but I mean, that’s to be expected.”

Lila cocks her head to the side, obviously confused, “Wha?”

“She’s in a band, meaning, she obviously has a lot of experience.”

“SHE’S IN A BAND???????” Lila’s eyes are practically bulging out of her head, “Wait, nah, girl, this is all on you. Rule number one, never sleep with a girl in a band, they will totally ruin your life. They’re good at giving head because they have to hide how evil they are somehow.”

You groan, “Ugh, I know., I know!” but your mind goes back to last night, the sight of her between your legs, the feeling of her hot breath against your ear, the sight of her on top with your legs draped over her shoulders, the way—

Fuck.

(A/n: This is my first fic since I was like 16 so be nice lol next one will be better, I promise, I just really suck at writing intros)

#ellie willams x reader #ellie williams #ellie fanfic #ellie x y/n #abby and ellie #ellie tlou #ellie x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #tlou fic #tlou x y/n #tlou x you #tlou x reader #tlou fanfiction #tlou2 #tlou smut #ellie williams x reader #x reader

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to-the-stars8 · 3 months ago

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The Wayne's Nanny

Batfamily and Reader/ Bruce Wayne x Reader Chapters Ao3

Ex in the House

You hadn’t expected to see your ex in the kitchen when you went to make some coffee, but he looked just as smug as the day he broke up with you. Alfred, who had been washing dishes at the sink informed you that your ex had arrived thirty minutes prior demanding to speak to you, acting as if the man he was talking about wasn’t even there. Politely, you thanked the butler and asked him to watch the kids so you could speak with your ex alone. Truly, you wanted Alfred gone so your drama wouldn’t be added to his menagerie of gossip.

Once the two of you were alone, you shook the chair he was sitting in until he stood. Exasperated, you exclaimed, “Are you crazy?”

“What? No! But, you may be,” He said. You took a step toward him and your ex quickly put up his hands in surrender. “Hold on. Hold on. Don’t get all crazy on me yet, I came over here to talk.”

You slowly back off, telling him to sit and he obediently did. “Talk about what? Talk about how you still owe me my last check?”

“I don’t,” Your ex inserted. “But, no. I wanna talk about us.”

“There’s nothing left to talk about,” You spat, refusing to sit when he gestured for you to do so. Your ex sighed before standing, coming over to slowly rub your arms. You loathed his touch and shrugged his hands off of you. “Just get it out.”

He sighed and said, “I want you back. I realized how much I fucked up.”

You stared at him, torn between smacking him or laughing in his face. If you hadn’t known that his fiance left him a week ago, you would have believed him a little. Instead, you stayed quiet and let him go on a long-winded rant that left you feeling almost sorry for him. Obviously, the guy was in a deep hole of pathetic loneliness.

You were so distracted by your ex that you hadn’t seen Jason watching the two of you from the slightly cracked kitchen door. He knelt down just enough that you would likely not see him if you looked over.

“Please, get to your point,” You demanded as soon as you got tired of hearing his voice.

Your ex sucked in a breath and finally said, “I want you to come back. Come back to work. To me.”

You stared at him before sarcastically saying, “Okay, let’s go!”

Jason felt his heart sink at your remark. You seemed so eager to go that it made him wonder if something had happened to make you stop loving them. Had they not been good enough? Did he do something to make you want to leave? Jason could hardly breathe and could only think of running to his room to get some comfort.

You noticed the kitchen door swing back and forth slightly, but that didn’t stop you from going on, “As if, asshole. I like my job, my kids, and my life now. I wish I realized how much sooner it sucked with you in it.”

Mr. Wayne abruptly entered the room before the conversation could continue. He looked just as surprised to be there as you were to see him there. Bruce truly hadn’t meant to intrude, but Alfred had told him your ex was there. Suddenly, he had to be in the kitchen. Bruce chose not to look for an explanation for his thought process.

“You sleepin’ with him, is that it?” Your ex said, tone trying to be threatening.

“No! No, he’s my boss. You think I would make that mistake again?” You looked back at Bruce, who didn’t seem phased or at all impressed, before saying to your ex, “You need to leave. We’re done. You can’t be causing a scene here. There are children.”

“Fuck them kids,” Your ex said.

It happened in a blink of an eye. You extended your hand and slapped your ex so hard that it knocked him over. He didn’t quite fall to the floor, but it caused him to stumble into the pantry door. Fortunately for you, he didn’t have time to return to gesture as Mr. Wayne put himself between you and him.

“Get out of my house,” Bruce said, voice angry and serious. When it took your ex a second too long, your boss used his angry parental voice and yelled, “Now!”

You even jumped, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it. Your ex grumbled something as left. Once your ex was gone, you were left embarrassed and flustered. You stumbled over yourself in apologies to Mr. Wayne, especially since the man was allowed so close to the kids.

“Mr. Wayne, I don’t even know what to say. I am so sorry for all of this,” You reassured him in hopes he wouldn't make you leave on the spot.

Bruce grabbed your shoulders gently, looking down at you with a worried look in his eyes. You had expected him to be angry, not kind. “Are you okay?”

Stunned, you stumbled over your words, before managing out, “I mean, I’m better than my ex right now. Did’ya see the way I slapped him?”

The was a moment of silence before Mr. Wayne began to laugh. It was a rumble that started in his throat before bubbling out of his mouth. It sounded more like prolonged chuckling, but it was a pleasant sound. Not to mention his smile. Damn, you thought, what you wouldn’t do to see that smile again. No wonder half the world was in love with him, Bruce Wayne was a beautiful man.

“Well, I hate to say it, I don’t think he’s coming back,” He said.

“I hope he doesn’t.” You said, eyes going down to his lips. They were perfect and pink. You admired the cute little cupid's bow on his upper lip and wondered how soft they were. The two of you stared at each other for a few seconds too long, and you only broke the tension when you turned away to go back to the kids.

You didn’t see Mr. Wayne again until dinner. He sat at the head of the table with Dick on one side and Cassandra on the other. You sat in the middle of the little kids since it would be your job to make sure they ate their food. After a few minutes of conversation, you noticed Jason hadn’t come down for dinner yet. You hadn’t seen him since a few hours earlier once you really thought about it.

You passed the basket of rolls to Tim as you asked Alfred, “Where’s Jason? Still in his room?”

“Yes, Miss,” Alfred said. “He threw quite the fit when I insisted he come down to eat.”

You shared a glance with Bruce before pushing back your chair. “I’ll see what’s going on. You kids keep eating.”

After reassuring the rest of the kids that you would be back (you were starting to get the sneaking suspicion that they were developing separation anxiety), you made your way to Jason’s room. His room was usually spotless, but, upon entering after hearing a meek come in, you saw it was a huge mess. Things were thrown about, books knocked off the shelves, clothes pulled out of the drawers, and even writing on the walls. Oh, Bruce would not be happy about the state of his room at all.

You stopped in the middle of the mess to see Jason curled on his bed facing away from you. “Jason, what happened here?”

He barely lifted his head and looked over at you, before putting it back down. After a few seconds of silence, he said, “I hate you.”

That threw you for a loop. Truly, you didn’t know Jason had a hating bone in his body. You sat on the edge of his bed, rubbing circles on his back, before trying to get him to tell you what made him hate you. At first, he refused to talk, just saying he hated you over and over again. You wouldn’t lie, it got to you a little, but you refused to show it. From what you learned from the parenting self-help book Alfred bought you, you knew he was just acting out an anger he couldn’t come to you about.

“Jason, tell me what’s wrong, sweetheart,” You said. “I want to help.”

“No! You don’t. You just want to leave like Bruce always does and you hate me like Catherine did,” He said quickly so you wouldn’t hear the crack in his voice.

“Oh, sweetheart. I don’t hate you. I never have, and I know your mom didn't hate you, either.” You pulled him into you, hugging him close. “What makes you think I want to leave?”

“You said so. When that man was here. He told you to leave with him and you said yes,” Jason mumbled.

That’s when you finally realize it. It wasn’t Mr. Wayne who was there like you initially suspected when you first saw the door swinging by itself, it had been Jason. Squeezing him, you explained what had truly happened— Granted, leaving out some details.

“I don’t hate you at all. I never have.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek. “And, your dad works a lot. I wish you knew how much he loved you kids and wants to be with you. I can tell just by looking at him.”

Jason, turning to lay on his back, smiled a little. “Yeah? What does he look like?”

You pushed some of his black curls out of his face and rubbed away the tear streaks as you spoke: “He gets all brooding and upset when he has to go to work. But, when he comes home, he’s all smiley.”

“Dad doesn’t smile.”

There was a knock on the open door and the two of you watched Mr. Wayne slowly walk in. His eyes scanned the room, noting everything amiss, before landing on you. Before you could tell Mr. Wayne not to get mad, Jason mumbled an apology.

“Jason,” Bruce said in a soft voice. He crossed the rest of the room in two strides before stopping at the edge of the bed. “Are you okay?”

Jason was quiet for a moment before mumbling, “I didn’t want Nan to leave. I didn’t want her to hate me, either.”

“I told him I wasn’t going to leave or ever hated him,” You added, glancing up at Mr. Wayne.

Bruce reached down and played with Jason’s hair before messing it up playfully. The boy whined and tried to pull away, but his father was much bigger than him. Kneeling to look up at his son, Bruce took his small hands into his.

“I promise you Nan isn’t going anywhere. I’d fire her then rehire her if she tried.” Mr. Wayne smiled, and you knew it was one just for his little boy. He glanced back up at you, before going on. "Plus, I think we all like her here. With you kids, that's a rare find."

Jason looked over at you. “You were right. He does smile.”

“And he's actually good at smiling, too,” You said. “Now, come on. There’s dinner downstairs for you.”

Jason leaped off the bed, loudly stating how hungry he was, and practically ran for the door. Bruce was quick, though. He grabbed the back of the boy’s shirt and dragged him back a little so they could be face-to-face.

“When you’re done with dinner, you will clean up this room, and we need to talk about you acting out like this,” he said.

He agreed, before now slowly going toward the dining room. Considering the state of the room, you knew Jason would drag out dinner for as long as he could.

Mr. Wayne must have known, too, because he made sure to add extra vegetables to the boy’s plate.

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mewtwoandme · 9 months ago

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I was hoping this would all blow over, but since it's continuing to happen, now with people attacking other artists of the commewnity. I'm putting out my two fucking cents! Cause this whole art/character theft and pointing fingers, who stole what from who bullshit it driving me up the fucking wall!!

Long story short, it started with me and one other blog whose name I won't mention publicly. Despite the horrible light they tried to paint me in, I don't want anyone going to this person and ganging up on them. This person had some serious bitterness towards more "popular" artists and claimed that I've made characters similar to theirs and once used a pose they apparently used before (which was a very common pose, considering it was a reference from the game version of mega Y). Since then, they had desperately tried to conjure up evidence, narrowing down to the most miniscule detail how I've been stealing from them when I hadn't even known their blog existed until I was forcefully thrown into that unnecessary drama with the unhinged call-out posts they've made. With this being said, I'd like to point out that they never came to me or addressed this concern with me in the first place. They had every opportunity to privately DM me if they had suspected I was "stealing," but no, simply because they already made up their mind that I was a thief, that was a good enough reason to lack common fucking sense and decency, making what should have been a private issue public, going on to villainize and dehumanize me. And apparently, it hasn't stopped with me either, cause recently I've been seeing other artists in the community having to deal with this where people are being white knights on high horses, pointing fingers on how one artist's mewtwo looks "the same" if not "totally identical" as another artist's mewtwo. I refuse to believe it's a coincidence. But what makes me disgusted is that since TC's post, apparently it's had the opposite effect on some people and they're hopping on this blame bandwagon like it's some damn media trend!!!

This is NOT okay! Nothing about this kind of behavior is funny! It's upsetting to all of us. We dont need you causing problems where there isn't any, thinking you're doing us a favor! The majority of us are adults for gods sake! We are old enough where we don't need other people coming to us being tattle tails saying this person did this and that. That's what little children do! If you suspect any form of theft, I think I speak for ALL creators in this commewnity that we'd prefer you DM us privately saying something like "Hey, I think this person is copying you, might wanna look into it." And if possible, provide a link to the art in question, for which we would kindly thank you for making us aware and we'll handle it ourselves from there. Just a brief, yet SIMPLE interaction...that's all we ask!!! Don't even come at me with "Well, it's scary attempting to talk to an artist that's well known." Or dare I say ~pOpUlAr~ If you claim that taking the first step to send me a quick DM makes you nervous, yet you have no problem making public call outs in posts or asks, belittling and degrading what could actually be innocent artists doing nothing wrong, literally leaving yourself open to all kinds of comments and opinions from all kinds of people....I'm sorry but your anxiety isn't as bad as you say it is then, if being rude and ignorant in a public post/ask is easier for you. If you come to us, shaming someone else who 9/10 probably isn't doing anything wrong, thinking you'll be in our good graces for doing so, sorry, you're not going to be told, "Good job!" with a pat on the back and given a lollipop! You're just being an asshole.

Quick reality check for everyone who's made it this far before I end this train wreck of a rant:

People can have similar ideas that coincide with one another! There's only so much you can do when a whole community is focused around drawing the same character! We mainly draw mewtwos and mews, you're bound to find a plethora of similar colors, patterns, and designs because of it! Creativity only goes so far when trying to stay true to a character and not stray too far. It's not a crime to take inspiration from other artists' characters, we actually encourage this! It makes us feel good that you liked something we've done and you want to incorporate it into your own designs! It makes us happy that we inspired you! The line is crossed when someone does a literal copy/paste of a character down to the exact detail, and they call it their own original creation. That my friends is what stealing actually is!

#im just so done...#i feel bad for the person who creates a mewtwo and gives them a scarf #cause god forbid people will think they're copying TC or some bullshit like that #with that kind of logic nobody is allowed to make mewtwos with vitiligo!#Blu had it first therefore I own the concept of vitiligo! nobody else can use it or else I'll accuse you of stealing!#sorry i don't make the rules #will i regret making this rant later?#...probably #😮‍💨

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