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𝐁𝐘𝐄 𝐁𝐘𝐄, 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐄 || 𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐃

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

CHAPTER EIGHT: HURRY JAY

pairing: jason todd x wife!reader, joker x reader (im sorry)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝

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𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄

𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐒 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓, 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘

Every hour. Every second. And every penny for your thoughts counts. Who knows how long she’s been in this god forsaken place. The walls were dripping with mold. Floors covered in disgusting brown and dark red stains, obviously she knew what it was. Rats scattered across the room in search of any bit of crumb. Even so, the room was cold. Cold and basically musty. The single light above her was a shitty yellow color and lacked any light for her to properly see anything. It made her stomach churn, anxiety and panic being combined and molted in the worst body shakes. Nothing helped the fact, a piece of her and Jason was growing inside of her.

What felt like hours on end, waiting for incoming footsteps that were going to stop right in front of the sliding door. Or the cackles from the man in purple. She could practically hear him in her head. 

The sudden guilt she felt, knowing he felt like it’s his fault. When really it wasn’t. It was no one’s.

Her temple throbbed uncontrollably, whoever fucking hit her was a bitch. Unnecessarily it was uncalled for. One way they were going to take her. And they succeeded.

Y/n shifted in her seat, the wood creaked a bit under her weight. From her rope tied hands behind her, skin to skin, she could feel the unfamiliar feeling of some weight on her left ring finger. Ever since she woke up and figured what the emptiness was on her finger, she would unconsciously run a single finger over the indent on her skin. A reminder of the kidnapping was real. And that jay was aware, and on his way. And he had to be. Right? 

No sign of Joker or his men was enough to give Y/n time to figure out how to get out of resistance and out of the first Saw movie room. God, she really needs to stop it with those movies. At least her leg wasn’t cuffed to a metal pole and the only option she would have is either break it or cut it off with a saw. She liked her leg. Y/n turns her head to look at the sliding door once again. No sound of footsteps or anything. Good. sighing, Y/n once again shifts her tied hands behind. Maybe if she wiggled enough and loosen the tightness, perhaps she could slide out easily. 

Wiggling her hands a bit, she felt a small sting in between. Her skin was becoming raw and red by now as she spent hours and hours. And nothing helped. The squeak of the chair becomes increasingly louder and louder once she continues shifting. Frustration and impatience as nothing has worked. Until, a small difference with the rope around her hands loosens. Y/n paused, ‘yes, finally’. Continuing the same actions as before by wiggling up and down and sliding in random places, Y/n could feel the rope become nearly loose. The sense of excitement filled her body.

That was until dread replaced it. A loud cackle echoed from a distance and on the other side of the door. Heeled shoes clicked and clicked with each step as it inched closer. What sounds like keys jingling in someone’s hand stirred Y/n in her seat.

Her eyes shift to where the door was, observing it, her breath hitches. Steps were closer and practically by the door already. Turning her head straight to avoid any form of contact of the incoming clown, behind her, Y/n could feel her grip the loose ropes. She squeezed her hands, the rope itching her skin. It felt warm. But at least it was the only warmth she had right now. From her right side, Y/n heard the keys jiggle again before being inserted in the key hole. A few twists and another jiggle. The door opens. It slides before hitting the other side with such brutal force. 

Silence. 

Y/n stared right ahead, daring herself to her thoughts to not bother to look at the doorway. Thinking if she did, she'd be dead. No way she was going to. Her breaths became heaved and uneven for her. What felt like a pair of eyes on her that were looking at her so sinisterly, and one’s that felt the need to touch her. Goosebumps ran along her skin, head to toe, it didn’t help how breezy it was. And as the silence grew more uncomfortable and bone-chilling, there was a small sound. A giggle. Another giggle after. Then, another. And another. Turning into a full fit of uncontrollable laughter. It was hoarse and sounded like someone who barely drank water had the driest throat in the world mixed with a full ten hours of sleep and no talking.

She shut her eyes, basically squeezing them at this point. Endearing to have to hear it, Y/n rather not see the clown. One that haunted her husband’s mind. With every look and every sound, her husband was greeted with the same green hair and wide greased in red paint smile. And here she was, too. 

The sense of terror was unmatched. This is what Jason had felt. It had to be. The nightmares she would see and be bothersome for him, telling him he was safe and with her. Alive and well. 

His laughter ceased to calm down. As it faded and calmed down, another pact of silence in the room again. A pin could be heard dropping. “How long have I been waiting for you.”

It was the devil.

The monster.

 The murderer.

And he was just a few feet away from her. Not behind a screen watching her, not watching from a distance that would be considered ‘safe’. No. he was right, there. 

One foot covered in colors of white and black, dust and dried blood splatters was caked on the tip of his shoe. Step after step, it was eager. 

“You don't know how long i’ve been wanting to-”, he spoke with a rush of excitement. Following with a sharp hiss and a shake of his body. “-get my hands on you”. 

“And i can’t wait to touch you”, joker grits his teeth. From the corner of her eyes, she couldn’t see him. Thank god she didn’t. But right where he stood was nothing but darkness. The only thing that lightened him was the cold blank stare of his. His pupils looked like they were the darkest pit with only a single white dot. Like it was the false light that captures someone’s attention before they die.

Y/n’s spine ached from the constant slumped over in the creaky chair, her nostrils flared as she couldn’t handle her breathing well enough. Fear. 

She could hear his heels click against the pavement as he took large and lurring steps toward her form. Almost like a predator awaiting for it’s prey to run off and cower away in utter fear. Except the prey was sitting and wrapped in rope, practically saying ‘I'm right here’. “You know, i'm real, real sorry that we had to, well tie you up. It would have been easier if he wasn’t there those few nights ago”, he explained to her. He stood right next to Y/n, so close that she could smell the pungent odor radiating from him. Scrunching her nose up in disgust while turning her head to her left side. 

“And, it really made me mad that the little birdie was there. No one, including you was supposed to get hurt. Too bad it ended differently”, joker spoke already leaning down next to her ear.

Before he could say anything, Y/n could feel his breath against the right of her face. He was the walking death. If a plague was the definition of someone it would be him. Everything about him was evil and mild.

Her body continues to shake uncontrollably, a sheer of sweat nearly coats her skin, just then the joker takes a deep inhale of Y/n. to him she smelled sweet and tangy. It smelled so good to him. Everything was coming to play for him and miss american pie. Y/n shuts her eyes once more in terror not before flinching away. This wasn’t unseen from the joker himself. It made him give out an unsettling chuckle. She reminded him of a scared little rabbit.

“Oooh oh oh, little birdie is so lucky to have you”, he teases. His body shifts to move right in front of Y/n, basically towering over her with his lanky form. 

A gloved hand reaches over to where her face was turned. His index finger and thumb grip onto her chin tightly, forcing her to face him completely. “Oh sweet pea. Come on. Look at me. Let me see those pretty eyes of yours”, he purred menacingly.

With a shake of her head in resistance, Y/n refused to look at him. 

Never did she want to look at those dead, soulless eyes of his. Not even if he kills her. 

In her refusal, Joker starts to tsk in disappointment. “No? Mmm, well I guess you wouldn’t mind if they congratulated you”, he said.

Y/n froze, her heart started to quicken. 

��What..no. no. he’, she refused to believe it. 

“Oh what? You think I won't know? Uncle j always finds out. To be honest, I'm upset that you both never told me. We could have celebrated the baby shower together”, the joker pouted sadly. His grip on Y/n becomes more tighter and tighter causing her chin to start to ache a bit.

“How about this? We will celebrate soon! I know how much a little birdie would love that. After he was the one who led me to you” he says.

Rage filled her veins. The joker is trying to shift the blame onto her husband. It wasn’t fair. Y/n turns her head aggressively away from the clown’s grip. Her head turns left and right in case he decides to grab her face again. “Fuck you”, she hissed in anger. 

“Maybe”, the joker giggles in surprise. He was enjoying this way too much. And why wouldn’t he. He finally got the girl. But why? Joker stares down the woman before him who has yet to open her eyes and look at him. Miss american pie wasn’t playing nicely as he hoped. Good thing he always has back-up plans for almost everything. 

With a click of his slimy tongue, the clown spins on his heel with his back turned away from her. He let out a loud and long sigh dramatically in sadness. “You’re no fun, cupcake. Since you’re being a party pooper. How about we start?”, the clown suggests. 

“Start what”, Y/n says. Behind her with her hands tied, a finger does the same thing it’s always done for the past hour. Rubbing against the indent of her skin where her symbol of love once was. It brought a tiny sense of comfort for her. But doesn’t mean it at all helped. Another wave of silence is greeted, her ears pick up some sounds of water dripping every five seconds. Until, the sound of joker’s heels clicks closer and closer over to her form. 

What caught her off guard was the touch of a dull knife slide on the side of her right cheek. Not sharp enough to cut her though. But enough to mock her. It slid slowly down her skin. The action reminded her of the scars he too left on her husband. One where he always covered or could barely catch a glimpse of. 

“Well the party of course. Now…hold still for me”, the joker giggled once more. Y/n’s entire body tensed up in fear before rapidly moving her body away, letting out more excited giggles from the clown himself. A party indeed. Just for jason.

-

He hasn’t moved from his seat in hours.

Later it turned into a full day. Then it turned into a couple of days. Hopefully not into weeks or months. Jason couldn’t take it anymore. Thank god Alfred wasn’t injured entirely. He knows the old man was feeling guilty for what occurred. And it wasn’t his fault whatsoever. Jason Todd felt like he had failed. He failed. 

What he had thought he could separate a part of life from the one he oh so craved, turned out to be bullshit. Because everywhere he went, nothing good came out. Hell, maybe in every universe he never gets a happy ending. Why would he? Did he deserve to have a good marriage with someone he loved? He didn’t know. His wife is gone. Kidnapped by a monster who haunts him in his waking moments. 

Everyone, including friends, participated in finding his wife. 

As grateful he was, he was impatient. Day and night he searched for her. Never taking breaks.

That worried everyone. 

He was quieter. More angry. More ruthless. Just two nights ago, it showed the parts of Jason that he would never want Y/n to ever see. Ever.

“Please! Please, that's all I know! He wouldn’t tell us anything. He only told us to get the girl!”, the terrified man pleaded. Above him was Jason, adoring the red hood attire except the brown leather jacket. Little blood splatters against the big red bat sign on his chest. His hair was messy and tousled, the white streak started to appear more and more. The stress was at fault for it. Jason breathed deeply, his gun pointing down at the former worker for joker. A single finger ready to pull the trigger and move on to the next sorry bastard. 

In the past few days, Red Hood has been the star of news outlets and the talk of Gotham. Killing numerous men left and right in a matter of three days. People grew terrified. Some started to hide and run once they realized the pattern Jason had set up for a specific group of people. ‘Man, he’s after every man who worked for the joker. It’s obvious. Everyone turned up dead and gutted’, is what people would say about him.

And those men knew he was coming after them. But they always ended the same. Talk and the next, dead. Straight to business.

“...”, Jason stared down at the pathetic man below him. He didn’t have to say anything for the man to know, he wasn’t passing through any bullshit right now.

The man sighed shakily from where he laid on the gross trashed kitchen floor, his hands held up in surrender and started to shake more and more. “Look, I don't know exactly where he is. All i know is the rumors floating around”, he stuttered. Behind the domino mask, Jason squinted. “What rumors”, he said, his voice was rough and dark but tired. The lack of sleep was catching up to him now. 

Taking a rather large gulp of nervous saliva, the man sits up to a full sitting position instead of laying down. “Some guys, they said they got to see where Joker holds the girl in. I don't know where it is but some do”. Bingo. Finally is leading somewhere instead of a dead-end. 

“Where do I find these men?”, he insists further taking a creeping step forward making the man almost piss his pants in fear.

“I don’t know. You can try one of the clubs near the exit of Gotham. Some of the joker's men go there to take breaks. Ya know?”, the man breathed nervously. It wasn't long for Jason to understand and pinpoint where those clubs take place.

About a solid of twenty seconds Jason lowered his gun a bit as well as backing up to the window. His heavy boots rattled the apartment floorboards with each step. “Yea i know”, he muttered quietly. 

The gun rises again, a finger aims right at the man. BOOM! A loud pained scream echoes through the messy empty apartment. The floorboard was once covered in not just trash but of blood. Red liquid paints the lower walls and coats the man’s thigh. His chubby fingers cup around where the bullet lodged itself in, in his lower leg. Jason listened and watched with no care in the world. His large figure turns away from the injured man as he marches away and into the city. 

Moving on to the next man after man, not once had Jason given up on getting information or any locations to where his wife could be. A part of him just knows he is close. He had to be. Everyday he is closer, the more he knows Y/n would be held with that bastard. 

Pleads and screams from different men were beginning to annoy him. And they always ended up dead or badly injured. Hell, even the last guy said to him, “he’s gonna know you’re after him”. Of course, that’s the whole goddamn point. 

The club was a bloodbath. 

One where Bruce and Dick had come across after the crime had been committed. And Jason doesn’t have a single care in his body. He expected the two of them to come in and yell at him for murdering ‘innocent’ people. To be fair, those people were the men he was looking for. Not the ones that were there. And he didn’t kill anyone who was innocent. That’s not who is. Never. 

Now here he was, sitting in one of his safehouses out in Gotham, typing on his computer and looking through files and addresses for any abandoned place outside of the city that Jason could have ended up using.

In between his fingers was her wedding ring, it twirled and shined immensely. Like it was greeting him sadly. His attention is on the screen to pinpoint on buildings along cameras of where Joker was last seen. Hopefully catching glimpses of his car or of him. Maybe even Y/N. but nothing. Nothing yet. And he was damn near ready to just storm into every building for her. But he knows better. Yes, he can be reckless. But he isn’t an idiot. Something some people underestimate about him. Not Y/n though, she never saw him as an idiot. God, he really misses her. 

The cold band reminds him of her disappearance and how everything turned into nothing when Joker took her. Jason looked down at the ring, the memory of their secret and cheap wedding that took place. He remembers how happy she was. The bright lovesick smiles thrown his way and one where it could make his teenage self blush. He was happy. And he hadn’t been this happy since, Bruce took him home. 

Closing his hand into a fist around the ring, Jason looked up once more to the screen. Different angles of the last place the clown was seen and of streets he would be spotted. It was his turn to watch him. 

“Ahh, there we go”, Joker exhaled. His cracked red lips puckered mockingly before making a pop sound. In his hands was a red tube of lipstick that was now ruined as it was half a stick now and crushed at the very tip. His hand lazily throws it to the side of the room causing a small crash as it hits the floor. The cap is now gone and the lipstick laid there, broken. Staring down at the woman before him, a sense of pride overtook him. The plan was in motion. Not till the little birdie comes in crashing through the windows and starts shooting up the place. That has yet to occur. 

And right now, he was having some fun with Miss American Pie. A broken sob escapes her lips, her shoulders shrug as she sniffles. Tears streamed down her face, one after another. “Aw now now, sweet pea. I'm sorry I was rough with you. I'll be gentle next time”, he cooed at Y/n. his blood coated hands cups her cheeks while he looked deep inside her eyes. One of her hands moved over to brush away the piece of hair that laid carelessly across her face. 

Another broken sob leaves Y/n with her hands now tied to each side of the rolling chair Joker had switched her to. Each of her nails dug into the cushion, the texture broken as she had been digging in there out of pain and comfort for days. 

“Dry those tears. Since you’ve been good, how about I make you some cupcakes? Those always cheer me up”, joker half-taunts. In the sense of his fake apologies and attempts to seem comforting, he was enjoying this. 

He steps away from her already making his way over to the sliding door where two men were standing in front of with large guns in hand. “Or maybe I'll make some pie. Hm, maybe I will. Get it? Cause you’re miss american pie”, he starts to crackle loudly. And as he walks away further from her, a small tune can be heard from the clown prince.            

The tune was cruel. One of her favorite songs was being whistled directly at her. On the top of her head she could hear herself memorize the lyrics of the once cherished song.

‘The music died. And they were singing’, Y/n lowered her head down before sobbing softly to herself. The door shut loudly, and all she could hear was the fading whistle tone of a song her and her husband would listen to become a cruel rendition for the man who took her. 

𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘, 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐄

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘.

𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬: hi loves. sorry for the late update. but I hope you at least enjoyed it! the reason I’ve been gone is because of many reasons actually. recently i went to my hometown and visited my boyfriend and we celebrated our two years and get this, I GOT A LAPTOP!! so it will be easier for me to post and type since now I use a google document for my work. I am looking for a beta reader so let me know if ur interested. another reason ive been gone is I randomly got a rash from an apparent drug allergy which doesn’t make sense. and it’s been HELL. like I can’t sleep or get good rest without my medication. so hopefully it goes away and I can write more. anyways let me know if u guys want to be tagged.

from,

𝓑𝓲𝓷𝔁

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[honey-on-mars]

OH NO, HE'S A DILF! — JJK MEN

SYNOPSIS...who doesn’t love the concept of the jjk men as hot dilfs? so I've written some smutty drabbles about them

INFO...jjk men (toji, nanami, gojo, geto) x fem!reader, age gaps (reader is in their 20s and the jjk men are in their early to mid 30s), p in v, praise, pet names, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, jerking off, nipple sucking, choking, dirty talk, hair pulling, cowgirl, doggy, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

NANAMI

Nanami was a regular at the small diner that you worked at, coming in with his kid who was too adorable with his spiky pink hair and chubby cheeks. Nanami was always so sweet to you, apologizing for his kid’s outburst and constant requests for more apple juice. It made you laugh but it was no problem. He always left a good tip as well and when I mean a good tip I mean he tipped you more than the bill was itself. You didn’t take it as much but the the little nicknames started, him calling you ‘sweetheart’ from time to time. He was a handsome man, and from the looks of it he wasn’t married or had a girlfriend, so you were in the clear.

One day, it took in the bravery in you to write down your phone number on his receipt, quickly walking away embarrassed that you even did that. And when you came back, he didn’t say a word to you, but he still did leave you a huge tip…surprisingly. After your shift, you received a text from him, your heart beating in your chest as you read ‘you’re adorable sweetheart, maybe you should stop by later tonight’

“F-fuck!” You moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he continues to slam into your g-spot. You’re clinging on to him tightly, nails digging into his skin and scratching down his back, sure to leave marks.

“So fuckin’ tight,” he grunts, him slamming into yours as a rough pace. The little mewls and whimpers leaving your lips drive Nanami crazy as he thrives to bring you to another orgasm. “Feel so good squeezing around me.” Before you know it, your entire body is quivering beneath him as your orgasm rakes through you, broken moans filling his bedroom.

“Yes! Yes!” Your fingers entangle in his blond hair as he fucks you through your orgasm. “Please, please keep going,” you beg. Nanami makes eye contact with you, your eyes glossed over, fucked out as you were practically drunk from his cock.

“Tell me, was this what you wanted? Huh? To be fucked like a slut.” He doesn’t even allow you to answer before placing his lips on yours, tongues messily moving against each other as you moan into the kiss. Nanami would have no problem going all night with a cute and desperate girl like you.

GOJO

You were Nobara’s preschool teacher when you first landed eyes on her father, Gojo Satoru. He was a very handsome man, his most prominent features were his stunning blue eyes and fluffy white hair that reminded you of clouds. He had a charming smile, always seeming to flash you one when he’d pick his daughter up from school. The other teachers would gossip like school girls over him, even going as far as wondering if Nobara’s mother was in the picture. Little did they know that Gojo was her guardian and not actually her father, but they didn’t care, they just fawned over him.

It was parent teacher conferences and of course you wanted to discuss how well Nobara was doing in class, exceeding your expectations and quickly adapting to the lessons. She was a smart kid. Gojo walked in hand and hand with her, a smile on the little girls face as she waved hi to you. Obviously, you greeted Gojo as well. The entire discussion was positive, leaving really nothing to worry about or discuss. Though, each time his eyes laid eyes on you it felt like your heart had stopped. You really couldn’t get over how attractive he was.

“Nobara, go with Ijichi to the car, I’ll be there shortly,” he kissed the top of the little girls head as she took Ijichi’s hand. Gojo turned back towards you, a small smile on his face. “I got to thank you for being such a great, great teacher to Nobara, she talks about you all the time at home.”

“Oh, well, thank you so much. I’m glad! She’s a delight to have in class.” You let out a small laugh.

“I know this may seem weird, but would you like to join us for dinner? We’re having her favorite tonight and I’m sure she’d be delighted to see you there.” Gojo leaned on the desk, his voice was smooth as he spoke. His eyes landed on yours, your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

“I’d love to.” You nodded.

“I’ve been dying to know how this cunt taste.” Gojo slurped up your juices, holding your legs open as he devoured your cunt, tongue lapping at your swollen clit. It’s been an hour since dinner ended and Nobara was fast asleep. You were on your way out when Gojo asked you to stay, now here you were with his head in between your legs.

You covered your mouth with your hand, muffling your moans as he sucked on your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his tongue prodding at your entrance, teasing you. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, you’ve been thinking about this too.” He looks up at you, two of his slender fingers making their way into your sopping cunt. “Such a pretty pussy.” He kisses your clit.

“S-shit.” Your brows furrowed at the sensation, your hand grabbing the back of his head as you forced his mouth on your pussy, his fingers pumping in and out. The tip of his tongue flicked up and down through your fold and on your clit, the pleasure clouding your brain. Gojo loves the way you’re gushing around his fingers, soaking the bed below. He could tell you’re already close, your pussy clenching around him. He lets out a low chuckle when you start squirting, a delicious sight to see before he licks up your juices.

GETO

You met Geto at a club, his dark demeanor and mysterious manner were what attracted you first, not to mention he looked like he was sculpted by the gods themselves. His long flowing hair, toned body, and deep voice was enough to get you going. Imagine your surprise when you found out he had twin girls. You were shocked, but now that you knew you were dealing with a dilf, it made it all the better. He’s experienced, older, charming, what more could you ask for? You didn’t think after a few weeks of talking he’d be quick to invite you over, claiming that the girls were headed over their uncles house for the weekend.

So that left you and geto to condone in whatever activities he had set out for you, which involved you in your knees giving him the sloppiest head of his life. “Goddamn, baby—shit,” he moaned, tossing his head back. Your tongue swirled around his sensitive tip, suckling on it as you smiled up at him before taking him down your throat again. His hand rested on the back of your head, his abs tensing up whenever he hit the back of your throat. “Fuck me!” He groaned. Your hand massaged his balls, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he bit down on his bottom lip. Geto hasn’t had sex with someone in so long, it’s like he’s virgin all over again. His breath hitches before he pulls you off. “You’re gonna make me cum already,” he chuckles.

You laugh with him, crawling onto his lap and sloppily kissing him, entangling your fingers into his dark hair. “Put it inside.” It sounded like you were demanding but you were more like begging. You wanted to feel him stretch you out so badly. Geto lifted your hips as he aligned himself with your entrance, his bulbous tip already warning you of how thick he was. You wrapped your arms around him as you sank down onto his cock, whimpers escaping your lips as he bottomed out inside of you. “You’re so big,” you gasped, still adjusting to his size.

“I know, but you can take it like a good girl, can’t you, baby?” He landed a harsh slap on your ass, squeezing at the plump flesh as he guided your hips up and down. “That’s it, fuck yourself on my cock.”

TOJI

Toji was a quiet and intimidating man when you met for the babysitting job. You were a college student low on money and you saw that this random man needed a babysitter for his son while he was away doing work. What could go wrong? To your surprise, nothing went wrong. Yeah, sure he was scary and always looked like he wanted to kill you but he acted the complete opposite. He gave you a warm welcome, treated you kindly and even bought snacks for you and megumi when it was your time to babysit, not to mention the pay wasn’t bad either. Megumi was a sweet boy, but very serious and nonchalant at times…maybe because he takes after his father. Either way, you’re glad he wasn’t a brat like other kids you’ve met.

As time went on, Toji seemed to be getting more comfortable with you, hanging around you more while you were taking care of megumi, watching the interactions between you two. You noticed the sparing glances he’d give you, catching him eyeing you up and down before walking out of the room. You’d be lying to yourself if you said Toji wasn’t attractive, it’s just he isn’t very social and seems isolated. Yet, you’d catch him touching your waist when he’d walk by you, casually saying, “excuse me.” He wasn’t slick.

After you put Megumi down for bed, Toji called you into his office to discuss some things and you were sure you were getting fired, but no, it was nothing like that all because here Toji was with his tongue swirling around your perky nipple, fingers rubbing your clit as you jerked him off. “Come here.” He snatched your arm, pushing you against the wall as he yanked your pants down, his rough hands massaging your ass. “So fucking perfect.” He presses up against you, his hard cock right against your ass as his snakes around your throat. “Say you want me to fuck you,” he whispers. He tilts your head up so you’re looking at him, your glossy eyes only making his dick throb harder. “Come on, doll. Say it.”

“Fuck me, please,” you said barely above a whisper. That’s all Toji needed to hear, sinking his dick into your wet cunt. You let out a gasp at the feeling, but pushed back against him out of desperation. “Toji,” you moaned, moving your hips against his. His hand squeezed your neck tighter as he began fucking you back, hips slamming against yours. Your fingers clawed at the wall in front of you, his dick reaching your sweet spot, repeatedly slamming into it.

“Feel so fucking good, doll. Pussy is so wet for me and only me,” he growled in your ear. “I used to stay up all night thinking about you, imagining how you look with my cock in you. And let me just say, you so pretty,” he let out a devilish chuckle. His words went straight to your pussy, clenching around him as he fucked you stupid. “Might have to keep you around. You want that, huh?”

“Yes!” You nod, practically choking on your moans. Your eyes squeeze shut, feeling the pressure into your stomach building as your body began to heat up. Toji unexpectedly carried you to the couch in his office, arching your back and grabbing a fistful of you hair as he roughly fucked you. “Mmm, shit, shit—Toji!” You squealed.

“Taking me so well, doll. Go ahead, cum on my dick.” He looked down at where you two met, a white ring forming at the base of his cock, slowing dripping to his balls. Let’s just say…getting fucked by a dilf was more than you imagined it to be.

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naturally masterlist.

you fit into their little family perfectly - naturally

*naturally [1]. 

*naturally [2].

*naturally [3].

ko-fi naturally [extra content].

*naturally [4a].

*naturally [4b].

*naturally [5].

*naturally [6].

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luke castellan p links

note: this is a collection of twitter p links that remind myself and anons of luke castellan. this list is likely to be continuous. minors do not interact. 18 plus only. to view you must be logged into a twitter account, otherwise the link will not work.

all links present a male and female presenting couple.

while riding luke, he pays special attention to your tits – anon

luke and his size kink – anon

luke refuses to fuck you – anon

"Luke finally gets a moment of privacy with you when the rest of the campers are at the bonfire, and he can’t help but get lost in between your pretty thighs" – anon

understanding your unusual liking towards piss, luke sends you a pissing video without having to be asked.

non!chb luke has a certain affection towards fucking you in cars.

luke will always check up on you while you're fucking.

slow makeout sessions w luke.

one thing about luke, he's a munch.

luke refuses to actually fuck you but he can't resist at least teasing you a little.

luke fucking you through your orgasm.

luke teasing you over your panties. - anon

luke sends you an audio of what he sounds like when he's fucking his fist and thinking about you.

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nanami is the type of man to where he comes home from a long day at work and immediately bury his face between your legs, licking and sucking at your cunt lazily while listening to you info dump about what you did today until you squirt all over his face, he claims eating your wet pussy is better than taking a nap after work.

then he would fuck you stupid on his cock for a couple of hours. thrusting his cock into you as you watch your favourite netflix show just to cook you dinner afterwards. insisting you sit on his lap with his cock still inside your warm pussy as he feeds you the pasta and lobster he cooked.

forcing you to join his nap, as he cuddles you from behind. his huge hands filled with your boobs while his cock is burried inside as he peppers your neck with wet kisses till you drift off to sleep.

just thoughts...

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Hi i was wondering if you could write an nsfw head cannon of jacaerys and his wife reader and what their intimate life is like, and like talk about stuff they do.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 | 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : request.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : headcanons, smut + slight fluff. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : : jacaerys velaryon x wife!reader

WARNING.ᐟ THIS FIC CONTAINS ; p in v, unprotected sex, sex from behind, bootfucking, breast play, creampie, slight mentions of mirror sex, oral sex (both receiving), mentions of you riding him, praising, slight mentions of spanking.

: ̗̀➛ Okay, so, for starters. Your intimate life naturally came after you were both officially married, and the bedding ceremony came. To respect your privacy, the two of you already had a chamber of your own to share, and you would be able to be as intimate as you wished.

: ̗̀➛ Initially, Jace would’ve been very soft and delicate with you. It’s in his gentleman nature to be careful, especially with the woman who was now his wife, and he so adored. Things would’ve gone slowly, but surely. And perhaps, there would’ve been a bit of foreplay and kisses before starting anything.

: ̗̀➛ Jace would press sweet, teasing pecks all across your cheek, going down to your jawline, focusing on giving your neck attention with his kisses — especially in a particular spot of your neck where Jace notices it makes you squirm and gasp —, and goes to your collarbone, savouring your skin with each peck.

: ̗̀➛ All the while, of course, Jace’s hands softly move behind your back, playing with the laces of your nightgown as he leisurely unties them, letting your gown become loose from your body, and fall from your shoulders. Being the gentleman he is, of course, Jacaerys would constantly ask you if you’re feeling comfortable with what he’s doing, if you want him to stop, or keep going; all with the most sweetest voice you’ve ever heard.

: ̗̀➛ His coffee eyes would look up at you admiringly, just like a fascinated puppy. You don’t want him to stop any sooner — if anything, the way he teased your skin by pressing soft kisses and caressing it leisurely with the tip of your fingers, merely got you all wet and needy for him. To which, you gave him the green light to keep going.

: ̗̀➛ And my god, you didn’t regret it. The second you approved for him to keep pleasing you, his hands rather desperately pulled down your gown, low enough to just expose your breasts. His mouth immediately took your hardened nipple in a delicate manner, using his tongue to tease it very lightly, and his teeth nibbled on your sensitive skin to leave some lovemarks, using his hands to pinch, twist, and rub your nipples.

: ̗̀➛ Pretty little hushed whimpers & moans would continuously escape from your lips as your eyes flutter shut, and you throw your head back; feeling your cunt grow wet and needy. Each sound that spurred from that beautiful mouth of yours, simply made Jace grow harder for you, with an overwhelming need to fuck you right there, and make you shout loudly his name for everyone to hear who you belong to.

: ̗̀➛ And so he did. By the time Jacaerys had already feasted a bit too much on your delicate skin and sweet breasts, his mouth abruptly pulled away from your tits after some minutes, making you gasp, and his firm yet gentle hand pushed you onto your back against the mattress, getting on tip of you, and fucking you fervently throughout the entire night, cumming in and out of your body several times.

: ̗̀➛ After such lovely bedding night, getting lovingly yet roughly fucked by the eldest son of Rhaenyra Targaryen, you would’ve gotten more and more used to explore your intimacy together - whether it’s privately, or... Even publicly, being a bit more bold.

: ̗̀➛ Jacaerys absolutely adores having you all submissive & needy, as much as it pains him to hold himself back from taking you right there all for him. So, whenever he’s either studying, reading in High Valyrian, or simply reading a book - he will absolutely have you sitting on the floor, whining and begging for him to take you.

: ̗̀➛ You look beautifully endearing just like that, and Jace will tease you by making you sit on top of his boot, and rubbing your needy moist cunt, bootfucking you. Continous desperate whines would escape from you, begging for him to fully take you - but not just yet. Jace prefers having you clinging to his leg, and seeing how you rub yourself with the tip of his boot.

: ̗̀➛ Jace always knows exactly what you like, and what you need. And he keeps the perfect balance between roughness, and gentleness at the same time. Part of him loves treating you as if you were the petal of a rose, or made of glass - delicately and lovingly. And another part of him simply wants to fuck you like a whore, like you need and want to get fucked, rough and disgusting. This, however, doesn’t mean he will not respect the boundaries you’ve set for each other, and afterwards, he will always ask you if you’re okay, and feeling comfortable.

: ̗̀➛ Sex from behind happens often, and I dare to say it’s one of his favourite positions, after having you riding him. The feeling of you becoming weaker with every pound of cock buried deep inside your pussy, continously hitting your soft spot. Expect his hands to always firmly grip your waist violently in a possesively controlling manner... Or, perhaps, one of his hands gropping your breast while he plays with your stimulated nipples. That feels pretty good for both of you.

: ̗̀➛ And speaking about sex from behind! During this position, I can imagine he would like fucking you right in front of a mirror, making sure to change the speed in which he penetrates you just to see the different expressions in your beauteous features. His hand would hold your chin occasionally, forcing you to stare at yourself through the mirror being fucked by him, as he whispers just how much of a good girl you are, taking his cock so well and obediently.

: ̗̀➛ One of his many favourite things to do in bed, is having you go down on him, and him going down on you. The way your hand forms a fist around his throbbing cock, gently masturbating him as your lips press delicate smooches on his leaking tip, moving your mouth all the way down to his cock with small kisses until you decide to finally take him in your mouth makes him go absolutely feral for you.

: ̗̀➛ It would take Jacaerys all the efforts that he has to not grip harshly from your hair, pulling it back, and violently face fuck you until you’re deepthroating his shaft and maybe even gagging a bit. It hurts not doing so, but he prefers to treat you like the true future Queen you are. The way in which your tongue strokes his cock leisurely while you’re going down on him with your mouth provokes him to loudly groan, and chant your name under his breath. As expected, his semen spurs all over the inside of your mouth, your tongue, and the roof of your mouth.

: ̗̀➛ Or, if he’s feeling a bit too aroused, he will quickly pull out from your mouth at the feeling of his seed being released, and come all over your precious lips, chin, neck, and chest. The sight of his own cum dripping from your chin and neck, some sticky drops falling to your tits, is enough to make him feel proud of himself. You’re all his.

: ̗̀➛ And when Jace has to go down on you? Man, he for sure knows how to take your aching pussy. His hands would be harshly gripping your hips, as his plump lips press playful kisses all over your inner thighs, moving upwards until he meets with your wet core.

: ̗̀➛ There, he would sweetly place kisses all over your moist folds, working up until he meets your glistening clit. He would then carefully rub the rim of it, and slowly work his way in to meet your throbbing core. His tongue would flick against that sensitive spot, and then he would move his mouth back towards your entrance, where he would suckle at your slit, selfishly drinking from your dripping slick while he eagerly fingerfucks you.

: ̗̀➛ It’s just as if Jace knew exactly how you like to be treated; pampering each bit of your sensible core with such fervent adoration. Jace does it like nobody else does, and you can go down on him like nobody else as well. You’re the perfect match.

: ̗̀➛ The eldest Velaryon Prince would also absolutely adore having you riding him. Especially because you tease him by telling him that you’re finally learning on how to properly ride a true dragon... And because he likes the way your tits bounce when you’re on top of him. And, of course, the sight of the bruises Jace leaves on your hips after firmly holding you down on him is also a very pleasant one.

: ̗̀➛ Jace knows how to treat you when you’re such a good girl for him, so obedient — and he will be so gentle, loving, and adoring. But when you’re a bit feisty with him, thinking that you can misbehave around him, Jace will never doubt on having you laid all across his lap, harshly spanking your ass until your flesh is red and swollen, occasionally rubbing his palm across your aching cunt teasingly.

: ̗̀➛ And when you accept your punishment, his pulsating cock would fill you up so delightfully. Pounding violently in and out of you continously, making sure his cock hits deeply against your G spot just to have you shaking, whining, and whimpering under him. Seven Hells, the way you moan his name in that ruined state is so, so pretty. And Jacaerys would cum several times inside of you, to the point you would feel comfortingly and overwhelmingly warm, until his hot semen is oozing out of your abused pussy, dripping down your inner thighs.

: ̗̀➛ I think Jace would pretty much be up to anything. Want to be tied to the bed while he fucks you and you can’t do anything about it? Sure, he will do as you please. Want to be choked? Okay! Jace will be happy to oblige. Want to be tendered softly, and fucked with love and adoration as he praises you in between kisses? Say no more. Jacaerys absolutely adores you, and that’s an understatement.

: ̗̀➛ Your sex life will be pretty much open to anything, and of course, his only focus will be in making you feel satisfied, comfortable, and loved. Jace would never do anything to get hurt you or make you uncomfy. 💗

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Jonas Taylor… and Owen Grady….. would be the bestest of friends…………

“Yeah mate I mean I fought a few prehistoric sharks one time”

“Dude that’s sick I rode a motorcycle through a jungle with a pack of raptors to fight a biologically fucked T-Rex”

“Fuckin fossils causing all this trouble”

“I heard that brother”

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im in my fast and furious era

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HOW HE WOULD SOUND MOANING JJK EDITION

mdni, nsfw audios : jjk men, headphones in, whimpering, cursing

TOJI : LINK

waking up near dawn all hot and bothered with his morning wood pressed against your ass, waking you up for a quickie by rutting against your ass. “c‘mon doll, make me feel good.” his rough morning voice was enough to have you pouncing on top of him, “atta fuckin’ girl, fuck me jus like that baby.” he ran his fingers through his hair, gusting out a shaky groan before placing his hands around your hips.

GOJO : LINK

doesn’t know how to control his vocals when bottoming out inside you, too dazed to even think straight as he’s only focus on cumming inside you. “nghh fuck, m‘so close! wanna cum inside, needa fill you up.” he whined, folding you into a mating-press as he moaned into your ear. “feels too good, baby.” satoru panted as he became much more sensitive, “gonna milk my dick dry, huh?” his lips curled into a lazy grin.

CHOSO : LINK

choso with his pathetic little whines as he lets you overstimulate him. chanting fucks, pleases and incoherent whine as he fucks up into your palm. “p-please baby, m‘so close my dick s‘gonna explode!” he whined with a shaky pants, leaking pre-cum all over your hand. edging him closer and closer to his orgasm as his stomach flexed, “i’ll be a good boy, swear.” he bit down on his bottom lip.

SUKUNA : LINK

he’s too tired to even care about how he sounds, all that matters to him is being inside your tight pussy. “so fuckin’ tight, angel.” his voice deeper and gruffer than usual, steadily entering into your cunt. “gonna take me all the way in like a good girl, yeah?” he taunted, burying his cock to the hilt. “ya feel me in there?” he grinned into your sweet spot, letting out a lustful chuckle.

NANAMI : LINK

him pounding into a fleshlight in thought of your warm pussy, fluttering around his length just overstimulating himself as he internally begs to be inside you. “f-fuckk, yeah.” his groan is almost close to a whimper as he thrusts into the tight hole of his fleshlight. “gonna fuck the real thing tonight.” he gritted through teeth, leaning back in his work chair. “needa cum deep inside.”

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

Older Brother! Sukuna x Fem! Reader (+ toddler Yuuji)

Tag: big brother au

Summary: Sukuna might not be the best older brother, but at least Yuuji doesnt seem to mind.

Note: This masterlist is under construction...I am struggling to find a banner for it n still thinking about a title for it

No such thing as "Adult Time" | 1.6k

Summary: All Sukuna wants is some alone time with you, Yuuji doesn't agree.

Who is the most helpless now? | 1.4k

Summary: Sukuna tries to teach Yuuji self-defense, but of course, he happens to forget how helpless the toddler is.

Sickly Affections | 1.8k

Summary: Yuuji finds himself sick, and it gives him a perfect opportunity to spend time with his older brother.

Gojo Satoru is not a kidnapper | 1.8k

Summary: Yuuji didnt mean to bring up Mr. Gojos crush on you, which of course, leads to Sukuna's harsh teasing.

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Call of Duty Omegaverse AU

(Poly TF141 x Omega F! Reader)

Summary:

You've concealed your presence as an omega for your entire military career, careening up the ranks, collecting accolades, and having the privilege to assist the notorious 141 Taskforce. Yet on a mission gone wrong, you find yourself in circumstances entirely out of your control, and the events that follow hurtle you into the path of a pack that finds out they will do anything to make you theirs.

(Call of Duty Masterlist)

Chapters:

How It Begins

The Pack

Interest

The First Heat

Protection

The Offer

Gentle

First Rut

The Proposition

Kiss and Tell

Pack Bonds

Pillow Princess

The Captain

Shared

More soon!

Bonus:

Forced designation switch Ghost concept

AleRudy x Omega GN Reader

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𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄- 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

—cw: fem!reader, male and female masturbating, fingering, fistfucking, pillowfucking (put me in a cage pls), desperate gojo because i'll never shut up about that. not proofread.

—a/n: i wish his seiyuu had an asmr channel just like nanami's so this drabble would've been longer. enjoy though <33

You're used to stalking the social media of people you go out with. It comes naturally. Well you live alone in this city, and you sure as hell don't want to stumble across a creep with no defense. You never know what's crippling it's way across this sinful city at night. The questionable news reports just added the oil to the fire of your anxiety. So it was natural that tonight, you were stalking another one of your dates. Gojo Satoru. You knew he was pretty popular when those hand had to leave yours to dap or fist bump his peers on your first date. It's almost as if fifty percent of the city knew him, like a celebrity. If he was really so popular, it would be easy to dig up info about him.

That's what led to you eagerly scrolling past his Instagram, flipping through each highlight as if you were a child who just found the greatest comic book.

party,

party,

and parties.

it was like his mantra the way his entire feed was just him dancing under the influence, in outfits too expensive and champagne to rich. He bathed in the luxury and the people around him were pleasuring off the drops sprinkling. So perfect that he had everyone wrapped around his finger. But won't he do the same to you? Overpower you. All those riches and he decided to go out with you, just so he could make you one of his whores, you were sure about that.

"Ugh, fuck it." You groaned, tossing your phone away. "Guess i'll have to use my hand again."

You opened your laptop, went incongnito typing the first letter, but your autocorrect knew better. It's like it has memorised what you do at this hour. But autocorrect works on algorithms so you were sure it's your fault that you visit the site so frequently.

The porn website was open and you clicked on search button, specifically typing "hot men jerking off webcam." It was one of your favorite things to watch.

You scrolled through the popular videos you had already watched maybe a million times. There was a reason they were popular. So you just changed the filter and selected "new to old". After rummaging through some of the boring videos, your eyes landed on the preview of one with the most beautiful cock. longest even. Curiously, you click on it. The video starts with the man rubbing his boner through the boxers. You put a hand inside your panties, and all you want right now is for him to take his boxers off. After a few minutes, he does and his long light peach cock springs out. when he leans back, your eyes do a double take.

is that gojo fucking satoru??

And indeed it was. The man who earlier gave you the rich spoiled misogynistic son vibes was now moaning like a slut, begging his viewers to ride their imaginary pussy. He had zero shame. Although...why didn't you log out?? Why did you not switch to some other video?

Because holy shit he is fistfucking his cock like an animal in heat. The chair is shaking and making squeaking noises but fuck who cares about that. Listen to his moans. His fucking whimpers. He changed his placement and now he was on the bed, had the pillow folded in half only to start ramming his dick into it. God! Is this the real Gojo Satoru? Is this what he is? A camboy whoring his body out. Because he has generational wealth so there's no way he is foung that for money. So the only logical answe is because he is such a fucking pussywhore that his exhibitionist cock only cums when there are others watching it.

Your fingers starts vigorously pumping in your cunt. They weren't long enough to reach and you were actually wishing Satoru was fucking you instead of that pillow because look. Look at that long dick. Look at the pretty flushed tip with his precum glistening. Fuck, how'd he taste on your? Sweet? Sour? But you know it would taste warm and filthy for sure.

The man in the screen increases his pace and so do you, imitating him. you want to cum at the same time. you want to see what his cum looks like on the gray pillowcase. your middle finger starts stimulating your clit even more while Satoru in the screen is now snapping his hips rougly against the bed, in the pillow. you imagine yourself in the position. Prone Bone. Never tried it but if it is what he id doing, then you're sure as hell down. It's the way his thrusts can be heard banging against the wood under the mattress even if there's not skin for his to slap against. compared to what other camboys do, talk about how they're going to ruin your dirty little pussy, gojo's is different. he does say he'll ruin your pussy but it's hotter because it is followed by endless pleas.

"fuck—lemme ruin this pussy—anh! please, yeah? gonna make you feel so good, baby please?" almost as if he is actually fucking someone. and you don't think twice before assuming he is talking to you. It's okay to be delusional sometimes. Specially when his words make you cum so hard, that you are whining at the lack of more girth to clench around. you look at the screen and Satoru came too. And he was whimpering. Like actually whimpering because it felt so good. Hot strings of cum now soaked in the pillow. Shit.

When you come back from the bathroom after washing yourself, you hear a notification. you pick up your phone to find a "Free tomorrow night?" from the same man who indirectly made you cum so hard tonight. And after what you saw today, you would be a fucking idiot to miss a chance like this.

"Yeah, Of course. Can't wait to see you tomorrow."

*Sent*

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Princess

DO NOT STEAL THIS IT'S MY OWN WORK

summary ▬ after y/n father, the king, was killed, her mother sent her away to another land, marrying the oldest of the medici house, was her only option as their mothers were good friends. The first time that Lorenzo saw his wife was as if he knew that she was perfect, he wanted to make children with her and with no one else ever

pairing ▬ lorenzo de medici x princess!wife!reader

warnings  ▬ smut, fluff, angst, breeding kink, use of pet name (darling), praise kink?, first time, scratching, orgasm control, unprotected sex (use protection)

words ▬ 5k

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requested  ▬ anonym

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Y/n was running through the wood of her homeland, her long dress in her hands so that it wouldn't get caught on the twigs the trees would leave for her to stumble into. She heard voices behind her and turned her head to look over her shoulder. She tripped, scraping her face. A small cut was on her cheek and a little bit of blood was leaking from it as she stood back up and hid behind a tree before opening her corset.

She breathed in as it fell from her body. She looked behind her carefully as she pulled off her dress. Leaving herself in a white jumpsuit that could be seen as nightwear for a princess. She dug behind a bush as she heard the footsteps get louder.

"She should be here! The Queen let her run!" one of the two males yelled before punching a tree. He turned around and looked at his companion. "Let's go back, she can't be that far." She moved lightly, the leaves rustled and the men's heads turn to it. "Who's there?"

"It's probably only an animal," the other male said. Y/n knew the voice all too well. Her best friend and bodyguard since she was 13, he was a year older than her and told her to run because they would kill her like they did with her father, the King.

"It could be the princess," the other male said and took another step towards the bush wanting to push it away to look behind it. Y/n scooted away, hoping that he wouldn't see her when he would look at it.

"The girl doesn't know how to run or hide, we will find her faster if we get the word out," Leander, her bodyguard, said before walking back to the castle with the other man, wanting to confront the Queen.

Y/n looked over the bush and watched them walk out of her view. She stood up, continuing to walk through the woods with bare feet. She looked around, trying to find the small house from the woods that was abandoned.

She pushed open the door to see Leander sitting on the stool. He stood up walking to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pushing her head in the crook of his neck. He pulled away, brushing the hair out of her face.

"Your mother told me the plan," Leander told her, looking deep into her eyes. She looked at him with fear as he tried to calm down. "We have to find your uncle so that you can get married to Lorenzo de Medici."

She blinked rapidly, her mouth opening to protest. Her mother never talked to her about getting married at the age of 20 and she really didn't want to get married off to a person that she never met and not someone that was in another country.

"Lucrezia had the idea, I will bring you to Florence after that and will stay with you if you have me." Leander put his hands on her arms and rubbed up and down. "It's for safety."

"Okay," the younger girl agreed to the term he told her. He held a dress out to her that, would cover her and a cloak to put on so that her face would be covered by it. He turned away as she put on the dress.

She touched his arm when she was done, he turned to look at her. He may have had feelings for her, but he knew that marrying her to a noble family would be a lot better for her safety and status than him.

He took her hand in his as they walked to the horses he had taken with him from the castle ground. He helped her sit on her horse before heaving up on his own. They rode slowly, Y/n was careful to hide her face from her own subjects.

They rode for days and nights until they arrived in a small town, in which her uncle lived. They stopped in front of a bigger house that the girl knew off, they weren't far from the town called Florence, in which her husband-to-be was living with his family.

Her uncle opened the door to his own estate, letting them in in a quick paste because he didn't want to put her in danger. He immediately brought them with him into a room, giving them the things they needed to marry in a proxy. Leander, presenting the oldest Medici boy.

They said some vows to each other before they put rings on each other's fingers. She smiled up at him and he smiled down at her, he could see the sadness in her eyes. He pulled the ring from his finger and put it into her own hand, closing her fist around it.

"I will see you again, Y/n. Be careful, you're awaited in Florence," her uncle told her, wrapping his arms around the younger girl. She wrapped her arms around the waist of her uncle, letting her head fall on his shoulder, a few tears falling from them before she blinked them away.

She pulled away, her hands on his upper arms, a smile gracing her face as she took a step away from him. Her hair was framing her face as she felt Leander's hand on her elbow. She turned her head to look at him, nodded once, showing that she was ready for their department after her uncle put something into her arms.

———

Lorenzo de Medici was furious at his mother since she told him that he was to be married, he didn't have a chance to talk himself out of it. He was in his own room, thinking about his soon-to-be-wife or even wife, he didn't know when she would marry him through proxy.

He had never met her but through his mother's tales about her friend and the daughter he knew that she was supposed to be beautiful. He knew she was a princess and would bring wealth to the Medici family, but he didn't want to give up his life in Florence.

He didn't want to marry at the age of 20, never mind have kids, he wanted to see the world, be a smart leader, learn about strategies from his father before he would pass away from this lifetime.

He heard a knock on the door to his room, he didn't look up as he was writing words on paper, wanting to remember details that no one else cared about. Another knock was on his door before it was opened and his sister poked her head into the room, her brown eyes landing on her eldest brother.

"A carriage arrived. Mother told me to get you," Bianca informed the oldest Medicic brother, he slowly looked up from his papers, his blue eyes set on his sister, who had a big smile on her face. She wanted to meet his wife more than he did, she would be the newest girl she could talk to.

"I'm coming," Lorenzo said to her as he put the thing on his desk in the correct order. He straightened his shirt before he opened the door completely and walked behind his sister, downstairs. He could hear voices coming from the foyer and sighed.

He walked around the corner, stopping at the last set of stairs as his eyes fell on a younger beautiful woman that looked his age and a man behind her, his hand on her lower back. His eyes narrowed before they landed on his mother.

"Y/n it's good to see you, I hope you had a safe journey. The last time I saw you, you were a mere child," Lucrezia told the female, she didn't hear her son or daughter yet and talked to the daughter of her best friend.

Bianca ran down the stairs as fast as she could, calling out her mother and the newest arrivals. Lucrezia looked at her daughter with a strict look, wanting to show that the princess was married into a proper family. Lorenzo watched them as Y/n smiled at the younger girl, letting her talk about everything she wanted to do with her sister-in-law.

Lorenzo slowly walked down the stairs, meeting the eyes of Leander, who glared at the male with his brown eyes. Lorenzo looked at the two younger female's talking with each other as his mother walked up to him, wrapping her arm around his own.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Lucrezia asked her oldest son, wanting him to be happy that he had a wife and didn't have to search for one as every other male had to in his life. "She's smart, a perfect match for you."

Lorenzo glanced at his mother before his eyes landed once again on his wife. She looked up, her eyes moving to him, a smile playing on her lips. He knew that he wanted her to be his wide, no one else, she was perfect for him even if they didn't talk once in their life.

He smiled back at her, getting his arm away from his mother's before walking to his wife and sister. Bianca looked up at him as she saw his boots, a smile on her face as she stood up, kissed Lorenzo's cheek before walking away.

Lorenzo looked at the young female that was his wife. He sat down next to her, not wanting to make her uncomfortable and at the moment he turned his head to look at the princess he knew that he only wanted to have children with her.

A bright smile was on her face as she looked at her husband, she watched him. He was handsome and she knew that she would be happy with him the way he was looking at her. Once in her life, she was okay with the decision her mother made for her.

"My mother," Lorenzo said before clearing his throat, his eyes glancing at Leander who was watching the married couple with narrowed eyes. "Invited a few people to celebrate our union." Lorenzo looked over her face with his blue eyes. Y/n smiled at him.

"That's fine with me, Lorenzo," the princess of another country replied before putting her hand on his. He looked down at their hands, glancing at her face before bringing her hand to his lips, kissing the palm of it to show his affection for her.

———

The couple talked to a few other people, from Florence with smiles on their faces, explaining that they were totally in love, even if it was a lie they were telling.

He had watched her as she talked to Bianca, his younger sister, with a big smile. A cup of wine in her hand, on which she occasionally was nibbling at, while he drank a whole cup in less than a minute. His blue eyes never left her after they separated.

He saw Guiliano walk up to her before hugging the female with a big smile. She pulled away, a big smile on her own face as she looked over his face. Lorenzo narrowed his eyes, jealousy pulsing in his blood as he watched them talk.

He glanced at Sandro, who was talking to him. He was listening but it got harder as he watched the two bond more than he did with his own wife, the woman that was supposed to bear his children while also having to spend the night with him to confirm the wedding with an intimate solution for his problematic mind.

He held up one of his fingers and Sandro looked up at him. Lorenzo apologized before setting down his cup and walking up to his wife and brother that were talking together.

"Am I interrupting something?" the oldest Medici boy intervened between the two. Y/n turned to look at her husband before wrapping her arms around his arm.

"Guiliano and I know each other from his visits with your mother to our palace. It's so nice to see a familiar face," the girl replied to the male she was married to.

"How nice," Lorenzo replied with a genuine smile towards the two that were just talking.

"But now that you're here, I am kind of sleepy," the girl told him not at all being tired by she knew that she had a duty to fulfil so she wanted it to be done to sleep in a bed instead of on the ground and have someone that would warm her up in the night when it got too cold.

Lorenzo looked at her wide-eyed, he was not prepared for her to be ready so soon or even let her tocúch him but he understood what she meant with her words. He took her hand in his, kissing the knuckles before taking her slowly, after saying goodbye to his brother and walking past his mother, to the room that was to become theirs.

Lorenzo slowly opened the door to his bedroom, guiding the female into the room. He lit a candle so that she could see the room for herself. He stopped at the door, watching her look around the room, letting her fingertips trace over the backs of the books on his shelves before going over the sheets of the bed.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at him as he lit a few other candles. He turned his head to see her watching him over her shoulder. He slowly walked to her before sitting down next to her, putting his and above her own.

"We don't have to, it may be our duty but if you're uncomfortable with it," Lorenzo said to Y/n, who looked at their hands that she was playing with. Her eyes moved to his own.

"I'm okay ready to fulfil my duty," Y/n told him before taking her hand from his. It landed on his cheek, her thumb moved in circles. Stubbles were moved by her finger as she slowly turned her head to face him, he smiled back at her as he put his hand once again over her own.

He moved her hand and kissed the heel of her hand, not leaving her face with his eyes. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against her cheek before pressing them against the skin of his wife. She tenses up before loosening once again.

She put her hand over his after he let it press against her cheek, they continued to kiss, her eyes slowly closed as she felt more comfortable, she pressed against his. Lorenzo glanced at his wife as he slowly kissed the corner of her lips, she smiled as she felt his lips brush her cheek before pressing against it. His mouth moved to her jawline and pressed kisses against them before going down to her neck. She tensed up and he pulled away.

"You okay?" he asked as he brushed a strand of her hair that had fallen in her face behind her ear. She nodded as she looked into his beautiful blue eyes, she leaned forward and kissed him once again.

"I'm just nervous," she told as she kissed his cheek, hiding her face from him as it flushed with her blood pumping in them. He pulled her face back to him looking over her. He smiled sweetly before pecking her lips with his, the beard he had brushed against her soft skin.

"And you're sure you want this?" Lorenzo asked his wife, he didn't want to pressure her into having sexual intercourse just because society wanted wedded couples to have it to be sure that they would have an heir.

"Yeah," she said, maybe she had said it because it was her duty to make an heir for her husband. Maybe she knew that she was attracted to her husband and wanted to change her label as the innocent, pure virgin of the house. She wanted him and that was the only thing she knew even if she didn't know how to please someone, she would try her best.

"Okay, Darling," he said and kissed the side of her neck, moving lower to her collarbone. He heard her hold her breath as he reached a certain spot, he looked up at her, seeing her look up at the ceiling. He grabbed her chin, looking into her eyes. He smiled as he took her hand in his.

He kissed it once before kissing her lips. He moved back to the place that made her sound sweeter than he could've ever imagined. He heard a moan coming from her mouth before a hand was put over it, she turned her head away from him.

"Darling, it's okay. That response is normal," he said to her, kissing her neck once again. She still looked away from him ashamed of herself. "Look at me." She did, she was watching him as his hands slowly moved to her shoulder. His hand slowly moved the shoulder part of her dress down, letting her bare shoulder for him to see.

He let his lips tingle against the skin before he pulled the band around her waist away. He looked at her with a soft smile as he stood up and opened his own shirt. He pulled it over his head, leaving his bare chest for his wife on display. Y/n looked at him with awe in her eyes, she was watching his every move.

Her eyes were moving over his chest, she had never seen a boy without a shirt in private. She wasn't used to it. Her eyes moved up to his face to see a smile on his face as he watched her, he didn't seem to mind her admiring his body.

He moved back to her, putting his hands on her cheek and kissing her passionately. They smiled into the kiss, not believing that they wouldn't have to worry about the other being uncomfortable. Lorenzo reached behind her body.

Slowly opening the buttons of her gown without seeing them. His fingertips were brushing against her bareback, leaving a tingly feeling in their place as the top part of her dress slid down, stopping at her breasts as their bodies were pressed together.

He pulled away, letting the material fall on her legs. He looked at her face, waiting for a signal of hers, she nodded with a small smile. His eyes moved down to her chest, taking in every detail on their way down.

Her breasts were smaller than he imagined but he liked them because they were perfect for her body. He smiled at her before kissing her once again, letting his hands brush over her naked waist. She kissed him back as she wrapped her arms around his neck, letting them slowly fall to his neck as he let her down on the bed that was for them.

Their chests were pressed together, their salvia as well as their breaths mixing as they pulled away from the other's lips. Her nipples were brushing against his naked chest and getting a little bit harder with the coolness in the room as another factor.

He pressed her more into the bed before pulling away, heaving up her body, letting the skirt of her dress fall to her knees, he pulled it down not wanting to be as slow as his mother would want him to be. He wanted to be with his wife in every way possible, he wanted her to bear his children as soon as possible and wanted to feel her around him.

Y/n's eyes moved around the room as she was completely bare in front of him. He put a hand on her cheek, letting her eyes meet his. He slowly leaned down, letting his lips brush against hers, leaving her to want him more. She glared at him before pushing herself up with her arms around his neck. She smiled at him before pressing her lisp against his.

He smiled against her lips as they moved more, he pressed her once again on the bed. His hands travelling down from her waist and to her thighs. His hands were under them before pushing them up, letting her knees on the same height as his chest. She was pulled more to him, she smiled up at him.

He smiled before leaning down letting their chests meet. He pulled his trousers down his legs, leaving him nacked. He moved his wife to the middle of the bed, letting her head rest on the pillows at the headboard. He smiled at his wife, kissing her lips one again.

He let his hands slowly travel back up her body, one stopping at her hip to hold her in her place the other moving over her belly, leaving a tingly feeling. His thumb brushed against her breast. She sharply inhaled as she felt his warmth against her colder skin.

He smiled letting his face go back to her neck, kissing it, licking it before biting down on the sensitive skin to leave a mark on his wife, the one he had claimed for eternity. She moaned as she felt his teeth on her neck. He made his way down, kissing her collarbone before going to the valley of her breasts and kissing it. He moved to the left breast and kissed it with carefulness, the other was getting attention from his hand, he moved over her nipple making it harder. His mouth moved to the nipple, he licked it before taking it in his mouth, not letting her have a normal night.

He smiled as he moved back to her lips, kissing her. She smiled as she met his eyes, he put his hand on hers. He put them in together, letting one of his hands hold them at their place, above her head. She looked up at her hands before looking back into his face. He smiled at her as he let a hand of his travel down her body.

He let them slide down her chest and her stomach before stooping at her tight. He moved more to the part in between her legs. He stopped his fingers before he could touch her. He looked up at her. She nodded but he still didn't do anything.

"I want to hear your voice, Darling, answer," he ordered, she gulped not knowing how to react to her husband being a different person while being the same person that he was a few minutes ago.

"I am ready," she told him with a small smile. He smiled back at her, kissing her thigh before letting his index finger touch her. He moved his finger, letting her squirm under him. He smiled as he felt her wetness on his finger. He slowly inserted the finger in her vagina, she closed her eyes at the impact.

He let his middle finger continued to play with her folds and clit. She opened her eyes as she was comfortable with the finger slowly moving in her. He inserted another finger in her, slowly moving as she moved against him. He met her eyes, she faintly smiled at him, he smiled back at her. He let his ring finger slip into her so that she would be prepared for him, moving until he felt her faintly clench around them with her walls.

He pulled them from her and put them on his hard penis. He looked at her, once again leaning over her body. Kissing her lips with his, letting them press against each other in passion. She smiled at him, wanting to touch the male with her hands.

She felt his hard penis against her tight, she looked down her body to see his penis hanging between their legs. It was bigger than she had thought as she had never seen a penis, but she also thought that it was perfect for the Medici male. He was positioning himself as he looked down at their bodies. He looked back up as he knew that he would slip into her when moving.

He looked over her face seeing every detail that he missed until now, the few freckles that were covering her nose as well as cheeks and the plumpiness of her rose lips after they kissed. He put his head in the crook of her neck as he pushed into her.

Y/n gasped as she felt him slip into her, she pressed her eyes shut as she felt a pain between her legs. He let her wrists be free of his hand he put his hand on her cheek. Making her look at him as he pushed more into her. She groaned but he kissed her before another sound could leave her mouth so that she would be distracted from the pain.

She let her hands land on his shoulders as he watched himself moving in her. She kissed his cheek, he stopped moving to let her adjust to his penis. She smiled at him as he kissed the corner of her lips. She squeezed his shoulders as she loosened up. He kissed her cheek once before pulling out of her, only leaving his tip inside of her.

She groaned, a little bit of pain still in her brain. He moved, turning the pain into pleasure. Her arms wrap around his chest, her hands on his back. Her nails scratching his back, he stopped moving as he felt the marks going down his back. He groaned as he moved more into her. Moans coming from both their mouths being swallowed by both their mouths as they kissed. He put his hands around her waits, pulling her up to flush her against his chest.

Lips not leaving each other. He tightened his grip on her as her legs were on either side of his own. She smiled at him before as she slowly moved her body against his.

"You feel so good," he whispered in her ear as he thrust into her vagina. She moaned, tightening her grip on his back, her nails slowly getting blood from the scars that would linger on his back. She moved while on to of, he pounded into her, making her feel more friction. She felt him in her, rubbing against the walls. Her breasts rubbing against his chest, making them more sensitive.

He smirked, letting her back down on the bed. He put his hands on her hips as she snapped into her. She closed her eyes, feeling the best pleasure she had ever felt even if it was the first time she would feel it from a man instead of herself.

He got rougher, groanes and grunt leaving his mouth, he liked the way that his wife was moving against him. He was watching her wanting to give her the best time that he could do. He stopped moving for a short time as he felt her clench around him.

She looked at him, no glaring at him, after letting her eyes flutter open. He smiled as he felt her loosen up once again. He moved slowly and deeper into her, feeling her wetness around him, not letting him go. He smiled as he kissed her chest, while he continued to move in her.

She looked at him as he moved. He wanted her to have his children, to come in her, to never let her go. To be bound to her until death as their marriage said they would be. He moved faster and rougher, slipping out of her and back into her. She was moaning as he was. Both being sensitive from the play they had started an hour ago. They couldn't hear the guests anymore, the party had already stopped but they didn't care.

Moans were filling the room and the halls of the house, sweat coating the two adults as they continued to have sex. They moved against each other, desperate for the other. Lorenzo looked at her as he felt her clench around him, she was looking up at the ceiling before his hand pulled it down to watch him.

Their eyes met. He smiled taking her hand, kissing the palm of it as he got deeper. She looked at him as her eyes started to flutter faintly, she came, she was moaning his name. He came after her saying her name in a raspier voice. He stayed in her as both of them had to get their breathings to work.

He kissed her lips as he slowly pulled out of her, leaving his semen in her as well as her own orgasm.

She stayed in bed as he stood up and put on his trouser. She was watching him, her eyes following his every movement. He turned his face to look at her, a smile spreading over his face. He walked back to the bed, getting her under the white blanket that they had ruined. Their comes were slowly dropping out of her but they didn't care.

He kissed her forehead as he pulled the blanket over her, she smiled at the sweetness of her husband.

"I will get you a water and then we can go to sleep," he told her in a lower voice, pulling his shirt over his naked chest before going to the door, turning back to see Y/n watching him walk away. He walked to the kitchen fetching a jug of water for his wife and himself as well as two cups.

He turned around to be met with his younger brother, a smirk on Guiliano's face. Lorenzo looked at his younger brother with a look that told him to shut up. Guiliano looked offended.

"Don't say a word," he walked past his brother and back to the room he was sharing with the woman he knew he would love until they both die.

He opened the door slowly and quietly. The candles that were still burning showed that Y/n was already asleep, probably while waiting for her husband. He smiled as he let the jug and cups on the table. He walked to his side of the bed and pulled her on top of him after getting out of his clothes. He hugged her tightly, kissing the top of her head before letting his head lean on it. Falling asleep with his wife in his arms and he hoped to always fall asleep in that way.

author's note

I finally finished this and I think it's good, probably the best smut I will ever write even if there was mostly teasing. I am proud of this. What is your opinion on it?

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Summary: Imprinting on his high school crush who hated him was the last thing Paul expected to happen as he’s nearing his thirties. But what truly unnerves him is the sequence of their future he sees - unlike his pack brothers, Paul doesn’t see a happy ending.

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BYE BYE, MISS AMERICAN PIE || JASON TODD X WIFE!READER

master-list || CHAPTER 1: i always feel like…

summary: a life as a vigilante and someone who comes from a life full of surviving, pain, and death. everyone deserves to be happy. with jason, he got lucky. for the first time. and with that luck, he keeps it a secret. far from everybody.

pairing/mentions: jason todd x fem!reader, bruce wayne, dick grayson

warnings! - nothing but implied sex, paranoia, feeling like being watched.

author’s note: hi my loves! here is an mini series! i kind of wrote this as i was hungover too…hehe. i have so many ideas now so I’ll be updating the up coming works page! if you wanna be tagged let me know. enjoy~

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how do you protect the people you love?

by keeping them as a secret.

well, according to JASON. he was a man, a man who had enough demons and monsters who want him dead. no one expect some people know who he is underneath that red helmet. but none of them know of his true secrets. ones he swore to never tell anybody else, not even his family. as much as he loves them, he just can’t risk losing someone he is madly in love with.

sometimes, it’s a cost. if he told anybody, the more dangerous he is.

a monster he thought he was until he met her. an angel. a bliss from heaven. a kiss of love and trust. his younger self would melt from the sight of her. anyone would.

everyone in his family know of his past flings, the unserious ones. as much he also appreciates his family that want him to have someone, he’s just fine doing so by himself. and all of them just stopped asking him later on.

not far from Gotham, just about an hour away is a quiet and small neighborhood. with trees in every lawn and lighten old streets light, families with a family dog and children. the nice and free parts of the damned city. a life to be finally happy. that neighborhood had a two story house, bought by jason about two years ago. he knew she just had to have it. memories they created over time. he really wants to see her. and where jason was you may ask…back in that very damned city.

jason sat on the bench of the gym in the batcave, sweat pouring from forehead as he wiped it away with a clean white towel. in his hands was his personal phone, he always kept it safe from anybody with a difficult password. sometimes he even forgets it himself.

the text message stared back at him and an attachment of a photo beams at him.

AMERICAN PIE

when you coming back?

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jason lifted up his lips into a small smile, a photo of a huge black dog with it’s eyes closing sleeping onto of someone who wore a white top. he uses his thumb scratching the itch above his scarred eyebrow.

YOU

TONIGHT. DON’T WAIT UP FOR ME PLZ

AMERICAN PIE

why are you typing in all caps?

YOU

sorry. was texting dick a while ago and we had a disagreement.

AMERICAN PIE

…huh. okie. you want anything to eat for dinner?

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his thumb pressed on the photos, his blue eyes analyze the precious pictures that was sent to him. this time the photo consisted of the same dog on it’s back, a goofy look as it stared at the camera. it was pressed up against it’s nose as the dog looked crossed eyed. the other photo was a mirror picture. what looked to be a woman posing with her phone covering her face, the dog sitting in between her legs as they both sat on the floor with makeup scattered around.

YOU

what you have in mind?

jason pressed ‘send’ before going into his camera roll, selecting two photos he previously took when he was working out. when he sent them, a word ‘read’ below that attachments.

AMERICAN PIE

we have some steak? maybe some mashed potatoes for dinner too? and that guava juice you like so much i can make.

dayum you look good handsome

he lets out a chuckle at her switch from suggesting what for dinner to straight compliments and heart emojis.

YOU

sounds good doll. thank you beautiful. I’m gonna get ready. see you soon.

AMERICAN PIE

okie. see you.

sighing, jason shuts his phone completely. it was a long few weeks with his family. a mission that consisted in his help and a few of his brothers and barbara. god, he was tired. as much as he loved gotham and visiting the homeless shelters, he was tired as an old dog.

reaching down next to him was his water bottle he took from the cabinets in the kitchen. uncapping the kid, he drank straight from the cold bottle. a soothing and freezing water runs down his throat and into his stomach. a few gulps he could hear from his ears. as he finished the entire thing, he pulled his water bottle away from him before letting out an ‘ahh’. a small burp heard.

“excuse you”, bruce walks in the gym room in some grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. “sorry”, he says nonchalantly. jason gets up and on his feet, standing up straight the height difference between son and father was quiet funny. the second oldest was almost taller than batman himself.

the towel wrapped in his hand makes it’s way to jason’s neck. once wet piece of skin now moist from some sweat. bruce sat down on the same bench jason was sitting on. ready to get a head start in some exercise for the night. “you headin out?”, bruce questions him.

and here comes the questions. jason turned his head slightly to his father, giving a curt nod. “yea, ill be leaving in a couple of minutes. got some work to do tonight”, he lies. praying his adoptive dad would just take the false information, instead bruce stared at him blankly. “what’s tonight?”, his father pushes more.

man, his dad was really up his ass about everything. you see, ever since him and bruce ‘sort of’ made up…bruce wants to fix their relationship. jason really loves bruce. but after that whole traumatic past years and the two fighting, it was hard. even though they have times when it feels normal again.

“oh star needs my help with her sister again, maybe needs me to go on her planet for a while”, jason lies straight through his teeth.

bruce looks at jason’s back, scars of torn skin ragged all over.

he knows he’s lying..cause bruce lies like it’s a high paying job. as much as he wants to continue his relationship with his son, he decides to back down. the guilt still sitting in his heart and stomach. bruce slowly nodded. “alright, let me know when you come back”, bruce says now getting up from the bench as it squeaked from the sudden weight lift.

jason nodded, his messy wet hair flopped a little. “will do, see ya bruce”, he excused himself away from the gym. leaving behind his father you gave him a longing look.

‘what secrets you’re hiding?’ bruce wonders.

the sun has gone down faster, jason finally showered and gotten himself ready. once he tied his shoe and shrugged on his black leather jacket on his broad shoulders. a sudden kick to the door opens to dick who has his arms crossed. jason curious as he stared at the golden boy. “hey dick, what’s up”, he greeted the blue clad hero.

“you’re going to see kori?”, dick goes straight to the point.

jason rolls his eyes, grabbing his duffle bag on his bed. it was stuffed to the max as it looked to be suffocating.

“yes dick, she is my friend. and an ex team member”

“don’t forget you kissed her”, dick grumble.

“oh here we go again. she kissed me you dick”, jason annoyingly says to him, duffle bag strap on his shoulder. already walking out the door and into the hallway. dick scoffs lightly, “is that supposed to make me feel better?”.

from the hallway to the white marble stairs, dick tailed behind jason. “no, im just saying. i already told you this, get over it dickie”, jason says continue his walking in a faster pace. he really just wants to leave.

dick stops in his tracks, his arms drop before dramatically going up in the air. “get over it? get over it?! you kidding me? I’ll have you know she is MY ex girlfriend”, he yells out offended by his little brothers words.

impatiently, jason practically runs to the front door where alfred stood waiting for him. in his white clad finger was jason’s motorcycle keys. the old butler raised an eyebrow at the two grown men, before handing jason his keys. “thanks alfie”, jason whispers. a firm nod the older man gave him before walking off to go back into the batcave.

and out the door he was.

his long legs jogged down the stairs, shoes hitting the pebbled floor. the sounds of a fountain springing water. by the stairs was jason’s favorite motorcycle. an 1969 honda cb750.

jay is a sucker for old designed motorcycles. he loves them.

hopping on his motorcycle with no helmet on, come on..he doesn’t. his starts the engine, turning his head to dick who stood on the top of the steps still with an offended expression. “sorry dick, but at least i don’t go hopping to one ex girlfriend to another”, jason says with a teasing smile before zooming off from the manor.

in the distance, he could hear dick yell out “I DO NOT HOP FROM ONE EX GIRLFRIEND TO ANOTHER”.

jason chuckled mischievously, his motorcycle zooms past the gate and down the hill out of the Wayne Manor.

an hour away from the city, jason could feel his shoulders droop from tense of just being there. relief. this part of gotham was peaceful. something he wouldn’t know when he was kid. so used to life of crime and the loud sounds. he feel like he could breathe again.

with his duffel bag strapped on his shoulder tightly, he leaned on his side to turn on a street. there it was. a familiar neighborhood with some lucky people who live there.

beautiful trees greet him as they swished back and forth in the darkness. street lights buzzed with energy. the road was big for a neighborhood. cars were parked with an amazing space capacity.

to his luck, only some of the neighbors were out this late.

some of them waved at jason with such kindness, he in return gave them a wave.

it wasn’t long before he finally reached the house he’s been waiting for so long to be at. slowing down his motorcycle, jason turned a sharp left. now on cement ground. in front of his was the garage.

kicking his foot up to park his motorcycle and turning off the engine, he unswings his leg.

his blue eyes wander around the house, still looking good. the tree in front was old. a few crickets could be heard.

bringing up his heavy scar hand to his hair, fixing it to look more presentable. not before he reaches in his front pocket, grabbing a small circle shape. out from his pocket…is a wedding ring. inside, is words engraved ‘MY HEART IS, AND ALWAYS WILL BE, YOURS’

jane austen, sense & sensibility

jason slides the wedding bang on his ring finger, feeling the cold metal hit his warmth. he smiled just by looking at it. full of love and promises.

not wasting anymore time, jason walked around his motorcycle and to the front door. the door, a nice polished red brown color two windows on each side. fishing out his keys, he fiddles around finding a familiar key hanging. inserting it inside the keyhole, turning until hearing a click. jason opens the door.

entering the house, the first thing he smells is a warm scent of vanilla and almond. something he loves to smell. and not to forget, the dog smell.

speaking of dog, jason closes the door behind him. making sure to lock it. the sound of nails and paws hitting the wooden floor, rushing excitedly towards him. he takes off his shoes by the side of the door and his duffel bag. jason let’s out a whistle signaling he was here and it was him.

that caused the nails to immediately start running towards him more faster.

jason chuckled, he squats down. knees bent forward with his hand out. and in his sight, is a eight month old black german shepherd. it’s eyes two different colors. one a soft brown color and the other, blue like jason’s.

a pink tongue lolls out, panting heavily as it stared at jason. he smiled at the sight of the very excited puppy. “ hey girl, you missed me?”, he spoke softly.

the puppy whines lowly before trotting over to jason, her snout hits his hand before moving it on top of her head. awaiting for the best head scratches. his hands glide over her soft puppy fur, smooshing her cheeks together before giving a small peck on top of her head. “missed you to girl”, he says getting up from his position.

jason walks over to where the living room is, only to see it was empty with the flat screen TV black. pursing his lips in hoping to see someone. maybe kitchen?

kitchen was empty, he stood by the doorway. eyes searching for a figure to greet him but fails. in between jason’s thick thighs, was the puppy. it stood in the middle, looking up at him with the cutest puppy eyes. jason looked down in question, “where’s ya ma? she upstairs?”. a low whine with ears pinned before leaving his legs. leading him to where the stairs are. stretching his limbs a little, jason reaches the upstairs.

in one of the rooms, was lightened.

the pup sits by the door before scratching at it with a saddened look. jason looked at it with worry. his hand grips the gold knob before turning it. trying to stay quiet only for him to fail as the pup impatiently went inside the master bedroom. from the light, jason could see a small lump on the huge bed. pillows surrounded that lump, it moved once it heard the door open.

until, a head full of hair in a ponytail popped up from the lump.

jason smiled tiredly, “hey baby”. blankets shrug off the lump, showing a woman laying on the bed. she had (h/c), eyes clear of (c/e). and those eyes contained excitement just by looking at him. her body was clad in his pro-club black shirt with some shorts underneath.

“baby! you’re home!”, she greets him now jumping up on the bed running towards him. jason held out his arms as she jumped into him catching her with ease. large hands landing on her ass to steady her, his forearms hooked under her legs.

she wraps her arms around his neck, placing a kiss on his lips. god, he missed this. he could smell that vanilla and almond smell. one from her body lotion she always uses. pulling away from his lips, she leaned back with a beautiful smile. “i missed you baby”, she says.

“and I missed you. has ginger been good?”, he asks shifting her in his arms.

she sighs at him before turning her head to where the pup lays on their shared bed. the pup lays in between it’s paws looking at the couple with guilty eyes. “she tore my heels again”, she grunts at jason.

ah, those heels. jason held in a laugh before rubbing his hand on her bum. “im sure she didn’t mean to, I’ll buy you new ones”, he suggests only for her to turn her head back to him with eyebrows furrowed. “uh no, im buying new ones”, she says now wrapping her legs around his thick waist.

“what? why?” “because I know you jay, you’re going to say that I should buy two when I don’t want to”

jason frowned at her before raising his eyebrows knowledging she was right.

“mm yea you’re right. what I can’t spoil my wife?”, he sends her a teasing smile.

she rolls her eyes before letting her self down back on the ground. “you can. but you’re wife doesn’t want you to. you hungry?”, she asks him pulling down the shirt to cover her appropriately. jason’s tall figure towers over her, he shrugged his huge shoulders. “yea, you cooked?”, he asks his wife.

“not yet, I was waiting for you to come home so we can cook together”, she says looking up at him. her arms wrap themselves around his waist, breathing in his scent. jason nodded, placing a kiss on the crown of her head. “alright, let me get changed and I’ll meet you downstairs”, jason says before giving her smack on her ass.

his wife yelps from the tender slap, she playfully shoves him before giggling. heading to the door, she whistles for the pup. “ginger! come girl!”, she yells out before disappearing from frame. the said pup, perks up before running off following the woman.

jason grinned, his large hands on his hips taking in the room. cozy it was..

the walls were a soft beige color, everything was schemes of white, brown and gold. taking off his black leather jacket, jason starts walking to the huge bathroom where the closet was in as well. inside the bathroom, was neatly placed makeup and expensive creams laid out.

he takes off his shirt, the fabric sliding off against his chiseled chest. now in the closet, jason than takes off his jeans. leaving him only in his briefs. his figure passes by a photo laid perfectly onto of the drawers in the middle of the closet. that photo, was on the day him and his wife had gotten married in secret. it wasn’t at the wedding but it was after the ceremony. they were in greece. stating how much his wife loved greek history and mythology, it would be perfect to get wedded there.

the photo had his wife, in a beautiful summer dress with a white orchid flower in her hair. she smiled at the camera with delight as jason in a white button with a few of those buttons down, a gold chain around his neck. instead of looking at the camera, he was looking down at her with the most loving smile. literally giving heart eyes.

he’ll never forget that day. now, he knows he said he doesn’t see himself getting married. jay felt he was too damaged. doesn’t have a lot of luck with love or even being happy. but it changed when he met his wife, y/n l/n.

loving him for his so called flaws. not treating him like he’s so fragile when he isn’t. overall showing him love and that it’s okay to be vulnerable and angry. a bonus on her liking red hood. y/n is a civilian.

her family was involved with the military, and with y/n also finishing college early and working from home as an artist and a small business of making jewelry.

making jewelry helped her anxiety and depression is what she told him. and with the money she gets after, she would donate it to charity. one of the things jason loves about his wife. deep within, she was overall the kindest woman. that’s exactly why he married her in the first place.

carefully, jason steps down the stairs in his plaid pajama pants and a plain black t-shirt. he walks in the kitchen to see y/n already setting up the food to cook meanwhile ginger, the cute canine, was busy playing with a lamb chop squeaky toy. hearing him, ginger stops what’s she doing. the sad little lamb toy hanging from her mouth. the pup trots over to jason in excitement, using her back legs to give her support in jumping on him. “hey girl, what you got there?”, he asks lightly grabbing the toy in her mouth.

ginger gives out a playful growl in response as jason started rocking the toy back and forth, her head moving along.

“she insisted on having it the other day, practically begged me”, y/n says with a grin on her face. her hands prepping the food taking out the piece of meats and setting them on the cutting board. jason laughed, he always knew she would spoil ginger the minute he got her.

almost as if y/n knows what jay was thinking, she says “and no, I do not spoil her babe. that’s all you”.

finally, the sad looking lamb toy lays in his hands.

ginger sits on her butt looking at him ready to go and play. jason turned the toy and only to see some of stuffing almost gone. “yeesh, you already torn the poor lamb ging. you have to be more careful or else your mama won’t buy you anymore toys”, he says raising his eyebrows at the pup. with the words ‘won’t buy’, ginger’s big ears droop.

those sweet puppy eyes, jason knew he couldn’t resist them. the same ones that looked up at him when he found ginger in the city as red hood one night. an abandoned puppy. more so something happened to the mother and left ginger to fend for herself. jason bends down once more, his hands that held the toy start to scratch the dog behind it’s ears before whispering “I’ll buy you more later”.

a simple response of ginger giving jason a lick on his cheek. the spoiled puppy.

y/n stopped what she was doing, a hand on her hip as she watched her two loves with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “babe?”, she asks. jason stood up so quick. he turned to his wife to see her looking more smug. “what?”, jason smiles lightly.

“nothing, nothing. can you pre hear the oven for the pies please”, y/n says going back to seasoning the huge pieces of steak. pie?

ah yes, his wife’s famous pies. now, he loves alfred. he’s like a grandpa to him.. but he will have to say and he will never have the old man listen. but his wife’s pies…are too die for. the richness. the sweetness. the glazed top of the crust. jason loves the pies. especially apple pie. who doesn’t like apple pie?

with that mention of the pies, that made jason quirk up. “pie?”, he asks now walking over to his wife not before giving ginger a small head rub. y/n giggled, cute seeing her husband get so excited to have some pie tonight. “yes jay, pie. you’re favorite too”.

mentally jason high fived himself when his wife said she made him his ultimate favorite pie. jason now behind y/n, he wraps his arms around her waist. his chin rested on top of her head, gently he rubbed her. y/n leans back into his warmth as she left the steaks on the board to marinate.

there was many times he had missed this. just being with his wife, and dog.

and in those times, he was in awe of how he could be lucky for once. jason was full of anger. so many hurt. he’s a dangerous man for sure. well not JASON TODD.

but RED HOOD.

when y/n found out his line of work, she didn’t go and run off in fear. why? because there was a night he saved her from getting murdered one night. she wasn’t afraid of him or the demons he always had. he would always give her a reason to hate him or think he’s a monster. but those reasons turned into more reasons to love him.

“what you thinking over there handsome?”, y/n questions him from his sudden silence. jason blinked, he shifts his arms around her waist a little. he hummed in response. his chest rumbled like a purr.

“just, how lucky I am to have you..and this part of my life”, he mutters. as he talked, his chin would rub harshly against her head. it made her itch a little. y/n stopped her moving around on the counter, wiping her hands free from seasoning. her head tilts up to look at jason leaving his chin from having an balance.

her body turns in his big arms. his hands now wrapped around the small of her back. from the slight height difference jason had to lean down his upper body a little to even look at y/n. “lucky? I think I’m more lucky to have you jay”, she whispers tenderly. wrapping her arms around his neck standing on her tippy toes. always a sap. jason leans down, both of their lips almost touching. “and how are you the lucky one?”, jason asks. he could feel y/n smile.

“maybe because, im married to someone who is doing the people of Gotham a favor. saving people, beating the system, taking out criminals. you give back to the people…you give them a sense of hope and security no one could give them…”

and as she said those words, jason couldn’t help but feel…disappointed. not with y/n. but with himself. he may help his people. but doesn’t mean everyone else thinks he is the good guy. he’s not a hero for damn sure to most people. but that’s only because, jason is someone who gives people a chance and a reality. and that reality fucking sucks. that’s how he turned out. he shakes his head a little, leaning his forehead against hers. “im not a good person”, he says.

y/n frowned, his words made her sad.

he would always doubt himself, he wouldn’t of done it before but when they had gotten married he opened up a bit more. time. that’s what they had.

her arm moves away from his neck to lift up a finger. running it against the faded ‘j’ scar on his cheek. he closes his eyes leaning just into the small touch. “not everyone gets to decide if they are a good person or not. we let fate and our decisions determine that…and you, I know your a good person. cause if you weren’t, you wouldn’t have saved me that night and let me die”, she spoke softly. her finger moves up to his eyebrow that held another scar. jason opened his eyes, the blue color flashes with some green.

green like the lazarus pit.

a reminder of what brought him back to life. the memory of when he saved y/n, unknowingly that she would be his wife two years later. how crazy life could be.

pressing his lips against hers, the two locked lips. the space between them closing as they embraced one another. with a few pecks in, y/n leaned her forehead forward once again. jason locked eyes with her beautiful (e/c) eyes. “and im glad I did save you. cause then I wouldn’t have you with me”.

y/n grinned a little, she presses her lips against jason’s. a soft smack as it lands. pulling away from him, y/n gives his chest a small rub. “and i wouldn’t. now enough of the sad stuff, I’m hungry”, y/n says playfully turning back to face the counter with the readied steaks. jason silently chuckled, he shakes his head before rubbing his hands together. creating some heat in them. his heated hands fall, quick and hard. jason smacked y/n’s ass creating a rather loud ‘SMACK’.

jumping from the sudden violation, a small ‘aah’ y/n let out as she touched her burning cheek. she bends down in pain before laughing. jason laughed as he watched his wife who took that hit like a ‘champ’. “why?!”, y/n groaned with a laugh. jason shrugged his shoulder a little with a shit eating grin, “eh don’t act like you aren’t used to it babe”. with a wiggle of his eyebrows, y/n grabs a wet napkin near the sink ready to attack him with it.

the kitchen now filled with childish laughter, the husband and wife run around like two kids playing tag. ginger watched with her lamb toy in her mouth. her fluffy head tilted to the side curious as to what they were doing.

⋆˙.☾. ⋆˙

the night was more quiet than ever.

in the master bedroom contained the sleeping couple and a tired pup, and a ruined lamb toy. sounds of soft snores and tv background noise. something jason had on due to him not fully being used to the quiet ambience. from earlier events from dinner and teaching ginger new tricks, both y/n and jason decided to retire for the night. of course not before having some adult fun to themselves. what felt like a sahara desert in the room, y/n awoken.

thick muscular arms wrapped tightly against her bare waist, one hand touching her breast. her ring touches against his warm skin letting y/n know why it was rather hot in the room. jason radiated that warmth. her half opened eyes shift to his side to see the alarm clock. letters bolder in red as they read 2:45 AM. it was still pretty early. usually, jason would be awake doing patrol. she wasn’t complaining though. feeling parched, y/n decided to get some water downstairs. ‘should of convinced jay to get that hundred dollar mini fridge in here’, she thought to herself. her hand carefully unwraps jason’s arms from her body, the sleepy husband of hers groans from the lack of holding someone. to be extra careful to not awaken him, y/n uncovers herself.

shivering, as the Gotham’s cold air hits her. y/n slowly leaves the bed, and as she left. using her tippy toes to create little no sound to not disturb jason, her bare form skids to the where her fluffy grinch robe was.

wrapping the cozy robe on her form she was instantly met with softness and warmth. y/n ties the wrap around her waist making to secure it nicely. she turns her head to see if her husband had awoken only to see he was knocked out like a light. on the floor was ginger who lifted up her head to see where her mom was going.

y/n walks over to door turning the golden knob slowly and steady. and once it opened, y/n was quick to leave the bedroom and out in the hallway. her arms crossed against her chest going down the stairs, eyes not fully opened and tired yawn escapes her. making her way at the bottom of the stairs, y/n looked around the living room.

it was tidy and always clean before going to bed with y/n always complaining it has to be clean or she would procrastinate later on and do it in a month. unbothered by the lack of mess, y/n watched as the winds blow over the trees in front of the house. creating a scary shadow that lighten the living room. and for some reason, y/n felt…uneasy. like a monster was going to come up from behind her and kill her brutally. but only, nothing did. she shrugs off the silly thought before going to the kitchen. on the dish rack was clean cups and plates, grabbing one of the clear mason jar in her hand.

she walks over to the fridge where an water distillery was a part of, pushing it light alooms the fridge and the kitchen. cold water springs out and onto the mason jar. and about five seconds, an already full cup is filled the brim.

pressing her soft lips against the cold glass, y/n took big sips and gulps of the cold temperature water. it ran smooth down her throat and freezing into her body. three a.m. water was just different and better when you wake up in the middle of the night. chugging her drink, y/n swallowed last bits of it before placing it in the sink to be washed later.

using her fluffy sleeve to wipe at the water that dropped down on the side of her lip. y/n stretched her limbs a little. nights like this was simple. drink water, stretch, then head to bed. but tonight, it felt more…scary. after her stretch break, y/n looked around the kitchen and the backyard. blackened curtains hiding any view inside.

it was too quiet. more quiet than a library.

what feels like voices telling her to just go back to bed with jason and sleep till the morning sun comes. but in her gut, she felt like something wasn’t right. eyes glued onto y/n. and never leaving. her breath hitched as she tried to listen to something. just something to let her know she wasn’t overthinking it. almost like the curiosity was stopping her from going back upstairs.

that was until a pair of arms wrapped themselves around her waist instantly.

y/n lets out a scream at the sudden attack. ready to scream out for her husband or to try and wound the person, a sleepy chuckle is heard by her ear. quick to realize who it was, y/n relaxed into the arms and chest she loved so much. “jay”, she whined out annoyed.

jason laughed, feeling mischievous at the successful attempt in scaring his wife. “sorry. why you out of bed?”, he asks her. his voice was rough and tired. he wasn’t there for that long it seems. y/n leaned her head back into the croak of his shoulder. “just thirsty was all”, she says. her hand reaches up to jason. rubbing at the side of his neck with reassurance.

“well you were taking long babe”, jason says bending his neck down to meet hers.

she lets out a giggle before biting her lip. “oh? well it wouldn’t BE taking so long if you just said yes to the mini fridge in our room”, she teases him.

jason rolled his eyes knowing his wife won’t stop pestering him about that damn mini fridge that was a good deal for a pretty good sized shape. tighting his grip on her waist, jason playfully bites her neck causing her to squeal.

wiggling away in his grip jason grinned in the crock of her neck. one of her ticklish spots that jason likes to mess with. “okay okay! im sorry. but we should of gotten it”, y/n admits truthfully. jason lets out a sigh already wanting to head up back to bed where ginger was probably in his spot by now. he gently grabs onto her sleeve, pulling away with him.

“alright I get it, you are right and I’m right. come on lets get some sleep”, he mutters to her. y/n follows jason out of the kitchen and back to the living room. she pauses, standing next to the stairs looking around the clean living room as if she was searching for something. nothing…only there was the shadow of the tree on their porch. jason noticed this.

she was paranoid. but why?

jason stands by the stairs looking at y/n and back to the empty living room. “what’s wrong?”, he asks her. he was worried. paranoid, was something y/n wasn’t like. he was. only time she would when jason was injured or not responding and has been away for days. y/n blinked furiously, shaking her head now bringing her ringed hand up to tuck in her messy hair. “nothing. nothing just making sure”, she says to him. it wasn’t nothing at all.

he slowly nodded his head still not believing her though. tugging on her sleeve to go up the stairs. y/n followed her husband, not before taking a look at the living room once more and back up to her bedroom.

“babe? baabee? babe!”

y/n turned her head in a flash to be faced with jason who was holding up two different tubs of ice cream in his hands. cookies and cream, and chocolate brownie. giving her a raised eyebrow in question, jason walked over to her with worry. “you okay?”, jason asks her placing the two tubs in the grocery cart.

no. she wasn’t.

lying straight to her husband’s face, she nodded her head with a tight lipped smile. “yea, yea just tired I guess”, y/n lies.

and that she lied to him again. jason knows. knowing her too much as much as she did about him. he looks down at her shorter height, unconvinced and waiting for his wife to tell him. something was off. “is it the nightmares again?”, he bluntly asks. y/n widened her eyes with her mouth agape shaking her head before replacing the expression into an offended one. “what? no no! im fine jay. just tired, you know? I haven’t gotten any sleep when you left”, she half lies to him.

already wanting to quick the conversation and end it just at that. y/n grabs the cookies and cream ice cream walking over to the freezer and placing it back.

on her way back to the hunk, jason had his mouth opened more offended than she was. “why you put back the cookies and cream?”.

“uh because that one isn’t good? the chocolate brownie mix has REAL brownie pieces babe” “and so does the cookies and cream!”

y/n giggled at the silly childish argument. glad the serious talk was over. she kisses jason the cheek before scrolling away with the cart with jason on her tail. “wha- babe don’t tell me you don’t love cookies and cream! the cookie parts are the best parts! stop walking woman!”, jay tries to reason with her only to be ignored.

exiting the large grocery store, jason pushed the full cart of food and necessities as y/n walked beside him hopping in her boots as she held up a long white receipt. “woah! see that babe? eighty seven dollars worth of groceries with fifty dollar worth coupons, we scammed the government”, y/n says proudly shaking the receipt in the air. jason laughed at her pushing the cart. “scamming the government by having coupons and saving money? oohhh babe you’re dangerous. someone put a wanted sign for this woman”, he teases her only to receive an small shove.

“I cracked the system babe” “oh I’m sure you did”

“well I think we did an amazing job. you know we can always save up more coupons and buy stuff for the woman’s homeless shelter? anna from next door said she would be on board with that”, y/n tells jason giving him a note to go to the homeless shelter in Gotham in a few weeks and give them some supplies. jason hummed in agreement stopping the cart as they reached the car. “want me to do the loading or you do it?” “I’ll do it, just check the back please”

her figure hops to the right of the car opening the back seat door only to be faced with a teddy bear with a red hood t-shirt on strapped in his seat. y/n smiled remembering when jay got her the cute bear as a Valentine’s Day gift. she shuts the door before moving on the passenger seat. empty. “clear!”, she yells out.

jason opens the trunk door, lifting it up he was met with a note.

a note? why the fuck is there a note in his car? it was folded into two. blank on each side. now the creeping feeling up on his spine and in his throat, anxiety pitted in his stomach. he grabs it, and as he did he opens it…

only to see a random doodle recognizing y/n’s handwriting. the drawing was of jason as a stick figure with his signature red hood helmet on with a smile and y/n and ginger drawn in a funny way. ginger had the little lamb toy in her mouth. he snorted before shoving it in his pocket. now loading up the car with the groceries.

once jason had finished loading the groceries, he grabbed the end of the cart scrolling away to put it away. y/n walks over to the passenger seat door, as she opened it she slid right in. buckling herself up she shuffled in her seat to get more comfortable as she waited for jason. a force habit she did, y/n looked up at the view mirror. her hand moved it to face her, fixing her makeup.

a pinkie slide against her glossed lips, wiping away at the corners. rubbing her lips together to smear more of the product. y/n moved the mirror back to it’s original place. and when she did, a man in a car with sunglasses and his hoodie up stares right at her.

y/n froze.

staring back at the man through the mirror, she could see he was parked right behind them. the man had stains on his hoodie, they were dark and moist looking. his hands were bloodied. eyes were bloodshot. beard unshaven and uneven. what terrified y/n more, the clown mask laying on his dashboard.

clown…clown…

he didn’t blink. all he did was stare. just staring. so deep into her eyes and into her soul.

her fingers grip onto the arm rest. the staring contest between them two was intense. it was almost like he was there, for her.

the drivers door opens fo reveal jason who ruffled his hair messily. “ehh do we still have any hair dye babe? …babe?”, jason looked at y/n. he watched as she stared not at him but at the mirror facing the back.

“jay…that guy is staring…”, she whispers.

jason shoots up but not enough to alert the watching man, slowly he sits in his seat leaning back. he turns his head to the rear view mirror, trying to get an angle of who was staring at his wife so creepily. not seeing anything, y/n made a call to let him know where. “the car right behind us…”, she says.

but before jason could take a proper view of the said man, y/n watched from mirror as the man moved quickly and drove off.

y/n groaned disappointed. jason looked at her as she fell in his seat relaxed now and not so tense. “he’s gone…”.

ready to comfort her, she continued. “he was right there jay, he just stared at him like a fucking creep”. jason reached over letting his hand rest on her cheek rubbing slowly to comfort her.

“what’s his description”, he states. his tone was serious and cautious. knowing tonight he was going to lock his doors, put on the security system on and get a gun out in case. y/n sighed, taking a minute.

she felt like somebody’s watching her.

“I- he, can I just tell you when we get home? I just want to go…”, she whispers. the hand on her cheek slides to her hands, jason gave her a firm grip before nodding. “yea, of course…I’ll just tell Samuel to keep watch of any passes by the gate”, jason consoles her. y/n breathed out heavily nodding in agreement.

jason let go of y/n to turn on the engine, having the radio play a familiar song y/n has grown to love dear to her heart. and a song jason would say he thinks of his wife when he hears this..

“The day the music died

So, bye, bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to The Levee, but~”

“perfect timing”, y/n muttered under breath sarcastically. jason grinned a little in agreement. normally y/n would start singing along, but after being stared at by a dude who has a clown mask in his car was something she was more shaken up by. her intuition knew she was being watched. something she always, always trusts.

but how DO you really keep someone safe?

you don’t, not when different pair of eyes are on you. but not just on you, but those you love when you leave every few weeks.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

author’s note: hi loves! so I rewatch black widow and this song has been stuck in my head for a while so why not. and I do have some sad intentions with this song by the way so be prepared! im sorry i wasn’t as active yesterday! i was hungover and threw up 💀 but since i saw one of my loves say they would love a secret wife!reader might as well write this! I hope you all enjoy let me know if you would want a second part!

BINX

[honey-on-mars]

god. she's so pretty. her eyes are like the night sky, you could even see the stars in them. mine looks like unfiltered water. her smile is contagious and her laugh sounds as if it floats around the people with her. my smile is crooked and my laugh seems the cast a cloud on the people around me. she is kind, and I am reserved. she is the sun and I am the moon. she is fire and I am water. I fear if I get too close I'll ruin her spark. so for now I'll watch the sun from afar with the stars.