#and just getting a warning giving me time to decide if I'm in the right space for it would be nice

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NFWMB - PART SEVEN*

Summary: “When Y/N confesses she needs Harry’s toolbox, he comes rushing to give it to her…” (I’m sorry this summary is so fucking stupid lmfao😭)

Wc: 5.2k

Tropes: boxer!Harry x innocent!reader

Warnings: mention of sexual harassment/assault, bit of angst, SMUT, praise kink, sub/dom dynamics, teehee🤭

A/N: helloooo as promised, here is a new chapter of NFWMB in celebration of me getting my bachelor’s degree (woo🥳)! Thank you for being patient with me💞 I love these two they are so cutiepatootie, so happy reading!

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Harry was the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.

Ever since Y/N had told him she wanted him, he had been floating on a cloud of ecstasy.

Sure, his original intention was to do it all the old-fashioned traditional way. Take her out to dinner, take it slow, really court her. But when Y/N said she didn't like the pressure of dating, he knew he needed to act quick in order to not fully lose her. He'd do anything in any way she wanted, as long as he could get a chance to show her how much he wanted her.

Now, this was definitely not the traditional way, but Harry hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. The sole idea of Y/N in that intimate capacity had the ability to send him to the edge. He needed to actively seek distractions in order not to think about it all day.

But when he wasn't thinking of Y/N's beauty or the agreement they made, his mind would float to that pathetic rat that had dared to make her feel unsafe. That had... touched her. He couldn't think about it too long either, not wanting to do anything rash and disrespecting Y/N's wish for him to let her handle the situation.

He just felt so angry and frustrated, and he wanted to her help her so bad, but he just didn't know how. Teaching her to defend herself was the help he was able to give for now, but he was hoping for her to let him in and let him offer her more emotional support as well.

All in good time, he thought.

For now, he was trying to focus on giving his client all of his attention while he was doing his exercises. He was a personal trainer for a select group of people who paid a significant amount to get the most detailed training, so the time-slots with these clients required his full focus.

"All right, good form Brady. That was the last one for today. I still see some restraints when you jump, which is coming from a lack of focus on hip exercises, so we're going to be incorporating those from Friday onward. Sound good?"

The sixty-five year old man smiled at Harry. He had come in here about four months earlier, wanting intensive personal training after five years of not working out because he had decided he was going to run a marathon by the end of the year. He'd later told Harry that his daughter was training for the marathon, and since they used to run together when she was little, he'd wanted to surprise her. Harry immediately signed himself on as Brady's personal trainer.

"I mean that's what I pay you for, right?" Brady joked, wiping off some sweat with the small towel around his neck. Harry huffed out a laugh, humming in agreement and handing Brady his water bottle. Suddenly, he heard a 'ping' sound coming from his pockets.

Turning on his phone, Harry frowned at seeing he had two message notifications from an unknown number.

Unknown

Heyy, I'm so sorry to bother you but I have kind of a weird question.

My bathroom cabinet door just kind of fell off its hinges and Sophie said you had a toolbox. And since I do not have one of my own, nor know how to fix this, I was wondering if maybe you had time to come over and help me somewhere later today?

This is Y/N, by the way. Sorry I should have started with that.

Harry hadn't realized how wide his smile was until Brady flicked him with his towel.

"What are you smirking at?" The man asked, raising an eyebrow. Harry looked at his client and noted the playful glint in his eyes. "I thought you were a bit different the last few sessions, now I know why."

Harry rolled his eyes, not really saying something. Brady sniffed a laugh and turned to gather his things.

"If she makes you smile like that then you better go for it." He said, and Harry was glad that Brady wasn't looking at him because he felt his cheeks turning a little red. "Because I did, and let me tell you... best decision of my life."

A wide smile spread on Harry's face as he listened to the advice of his client. He didn't even try to deny it, just took it with a smile and a nod. Brady only winked at him before walking off to the lockers. Harry immediately opened the chat with Y/N and put her into his contact list.

Harry

Hey

Of course, I'm free for the rest of the day, so just let me know when I can come by.

He quickly shut off his phone before he could overthink his text too much, and scurried off to his office to stress out in private. By the time he whipped his phone out again, he had a text from Y/N.

Y/N

Really? That'd be great, thank you!

I'm working from home today so you could swing by at like 4 if you want?

Fuck yeah, Harry thought.

Harry

Alright, see you in a bit.

With toolbox.

Y/N

Thanks! You're a life saver!

Harry beamed the whole way home. In his car, while he sought the toolbox, as he put the car in the toolbox. He just couldn't stop being giddy over the fact that Y/N had called him a life saver. It was kind of terrifying; how much an impact she had on his mood. Then again, he was too damn happy to worry about it.

It was only a fifteen minute drive from Harry's place to Y/N's. He wondered how it was possible that they'd only recently crossed paths. Maybe it was some kind of faith. Maybe they had come into each other's life at the exact right time.

Harry forced himself to stop pondering as he rang the downstairs doorbell. Taking a deep breath, he waited for Y/N to open the door. When the buzzer went off, Harry was quick to push the door open and hurry upstairs to her apartment.

Y/N was standing in the door opening, smiling as Harry walked up to her. She gave him a small wave, cracking a smile out of him too. She was just so adorable.

That was until his eyes traveled down to her legs, which were barely covered. She was only wearing tiny shorts and a large cardigan. And there was absolutely nothing adorable about those legs.

"Hey." She said when he was finally close enough. Her gaze dropped down to the toolbox in Harry's hand. It was a gift from his dad that he had gotten when he'd just moved out, but the box was huge. It did come in handy whenever something broke, though. Harry barely ever had to run to the store.

"I said bring a toolbox, not the entire hardware store." Y/N joked, stepping aside to let him in. Harry faked a gasp as he stepped into the apartment, his stomach swirling at the memory of the last time he was here.

"Are you making fun of my toolbox, Y/N?" He raised a playful brow, the insinuation floating between the two of them. Y/N stepped closer to Harry.

"I wouldn't dare to make fun of your toolbox." She replied cheekily. Harry's eyes slightly widened at her words. He had expected her to get a bit shy like she always did, but he was pleasantly surprised by her surge of confidence.

It took Harry a few seconds to regain himself, delaying his response. "So, where's the broken cabinet?"

Y/N pointed to a door on her right, and Harry immediately walked towards the bathroom. She was really looking too beautiful today but he needed to focus on fixing this cabinet before he could divide his entire attention to every inch of her skin, despite how badly he wanted to abandon everything and just spend the rest of his life in these four walls admiring her.

He went to work quickly, and Y/N brought him a glass of water while he began rummaging through the toolbox to find the right hinges and screwdrivers. Y/N sat leaned forward on the edge of her bathtub, head leaning on her hands as her stare burned a hole in his brain. He felt his ears turning red at the feeling of being watched by her, but he liked it too much to say anything about it.

"All done." Harry said after ten minutes, turning to see a gaping Y/N looking at the fixed cabinet door. She gasped as she got down to the floor and sat next to Harry, fascinated by the working door.

"Oh my god, you're so fast!" Y/N said with a wide smile as her fingers grazed over the new hinges. Just for good measure, she opened and closed the cabinet. Her gaze flicked over to Harry, the closeness between them suddenly very obvious.

"Thank you." She said softly. Her shy smile made the urge to kiss her almost too big to bear. Harry found himself automatically starting to lean in when Y/N suddenly pulled away and turned back with a glass of water in her hand.

"You didn't drink anything yet." She stated, her big eyes looking up at him. Y/N was back to being her skittish self, and for some reason, when she nervously bit her lip, Harry couldn't handle it anymore.

Leaping forward, he grabbed her face and put her lips on his. Slightly taken aback by the impact of the movement, Y/N let out a small noise, combining a yelp and a moan, but she immediately kissed him back. It was only because Harry felt something dripping from his elbow, that he leaned back from the phenomenal kiss.

Splattered all over Y/N's cardigan was the water that had once been in the glass she still holding. It must've tipped over when Harry launched toward her. She looked down and let out a small laugh.

"Oh, you made me all wet!" She giggled, trying to wipe over her cardigan as if it would help the situation. Harry groaned at Y/N's words, his cock suddenly straining way too much in his pants.

"Fucking hell..." he cursed under his breath, hoping it was subtle enough. Y/N heard it anyway, a frown on her face as she met the eyes of the pained man in front of her. Only when a few seconds had passed, she realized the double meaning of her sentence.

"Oh." was the only thing that came out of her mouth as she stared blankly at Harry. Slowly, he began to worry. Had he made her uncomfortable? He couldn't read her face expression.

He was about to ask if everything was okay, when Y/N's hands slowly floated to the button of her cardigan. Harry's eyes followed suit, and his heart rate began to pick up as she began to unbutton her cardigan.

Harry had to actively keep his mouth closed as he watched her take off the cardigan to reveal nothing but a yellow lace bra underneath it. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to touch her in any way he could, but he waited. Either for a signal or to ask for her consent. Just because she was taking off her cardigan didn't mean he'd suddenly gained the right to touch her.

He'd do anything to earn it, though. He'd get on his damn knees to beg for it if he had to.

"Better to take it off, right?" She whispered, a bit uncertainty lacing her words. She was timid; it was the first time she'd really initiated something in this manner.

"Right." Harry whispered back, making sure to keep his eyes on hers. Y/N frowned a bit.

"I bought this yesterday, do you like it?" She ran her fingers over the lace of the bra. Harry's eyes lowered, and he took his time to observe every inch of her breasts and the lace that covered them. His cock was growing painfully hard, but he had to be patient.

"I love it. Fits you perfectly." He rasped. He glanced at Y/N, who swallowed at his words. When his gaze traveled back to her chest, he could see the quickened breaths she was taking.

"Does it make you want to touch me?"

Harry could've melted at the shy words that left Y/N's mouth. He took a deep breath, restraining himself.

"Y/N, everything about you makes me want to touch you." He said, his stomach fluttering as he saw a smile grow on her face. He smirked, leaning closer until his lips were mere inches away from hers. "Can I touch you, darling?"

"Please."

Harry needed nothing more to immediately go in for the kill. He planted hungry kisses on her chin and jaw, working his way down to her neck, Y/N ragged breathing and stifled moans only encouraging him more. His hands traveled up to her chest, cupping one of her breasts and softly squeezing it has he worked to leave bruises on her neck.

"I— Ah... I bought it for you." Y/N croaked out in between moans, her hands searching for any part of Harry's body to hold onto.

Harry groaned into her neck, the confession making him go crazy. Wrapping both his arms around Y/N waist, he pulled her into his lap, placing her right on his hardened cock.

"Yeah? Just for me?" He asked, looking up at her as his fingers trailed the bare skin on her back. Y/N hummed, unconsciously rolling her hips against him to get closer. "How'd you know yellow is my favorite color?"

Y/N sniffed a laugh, her cheeks turning red. "I didn't know it was."

"It is now." Harry said, diving his head in between her breast to leave kisses all over her chest. Y/N grabbed Harry's hair, slightly tugging on it as his mouth touched her all over.

"Harry, please..." She sighed, trying not to moan too loudly. He backed away, looking up at the panting girl in front of him.

"What is it darling? What d'you need?"

Y/N let out a huff. "You know what..."

"No I don't." Harry shrugged, shaking his head. "If you want something you gotta tell me. I always need to know you want it."

Y/N's face was puzzled, and possibly a bit taken aback by Harry's stern statement. He could see her trying to scramble the words in her brain. He knew it wouldn't be easy for a shy girl like her, but he hoped that learning to voice her needs would help her become more confident. In all aspects of her life.

"I... I want you to touch me."

"I am touching you." He took it a little further. Y/N groaned.

"I mean—" she dropped her shoulders. "I want you to touch me.... down there... if you want! Of course. I don't—"

Harry was quick to grab her face. "I want to do whatever you ask of me, don't worry about that. Just tell me what you want, you're doing good baby."

Y/N nodded, looking away as she scraped together some courage. She swallowed before locking eyes with Harry again.

"I want you to touch my pussy with your fingers... please." She said, her eyes wide as she waited for Harry's reaction.

Suddenly, Harry stood up. Y/N clung to him as he went to stand straight and planted her in front of the counter next to the sink. He could tell she was confused when he took a step away from her.

"Take off your shorts and your panties." Was all he said. Y/N did as she was told, quickly taking off her clothes and throwing them to the side. Harry admired her body as she stood there in front of him, waiting for his next move.

"Good girl." He said before grabbing her hips and turning her around to face the mirror in front of them. She was so tiny compared to him. It wasn't that she was extremely short, but his muscles made him way broader in comparison to her frame. But still it was perfect, she was perfect for him.

"See yourself, baby?" He said, lowering his head to plant a kiss in her neck while his arms snaked around her waist. He looked at her through the mirror, seeing her nod in agreement. "You look so perfect, don't you? Tell yourself you look perfect."

Y/N brows creased. "W— what?"

"Tell yourself you look perfect." Harry repeated matter-of-factly, stunning Y/N a bit. She opened her mouth but no sound came out; she was contemplating.

"I look... perfect?" She tilted her head slightly as she did what he asked, but Harry just scoffed.

"A little more conviction, please."

Y/N sighed, hesitantly biting her lip. "I look perfect."

Harry's fingers dug into the sides of her waist, and pulled her into him. In the way her eyes widened slightly, he figured she could feel the bulge that was hiding in his jeans.

"That's it, baby. Yeah you do." He encouraged her with a smile, causing Y/N cheeks to turn red a bit and look down. She gasped when he suddenly slipped his hand into her panties, the sudden touch on her clit causing her to lean into him. Y/N's eyes fluttered shut as she tried not to make too much noise as Harry's fingers explored her cunt.

"Just when I thought it couldn't get more perfect..." Harry said, planting a kiss on her neck before suddenly sticking a finger inside of her. Y/N's hips bucked slightly at the sudden intrusion, and she was quick to grab onto the counter in front of her.

"Shit..." she whispered, breathing becoming more heavy as Harry added a finger. The wet noises of Y/N pussy filled the room, and Harry's pants tightened even more at the sound of it.

Needing her to come desperately before he was going to cream his own pants, Harry picked up his pace. Y/N let out a whine at the speed of his fingers, and began to clench around them.

"You gonna come for me baby?" He took it as a sign, and by the way Y/N's head was hanging low with nothing but small moans leaving her lips, he was interpreting it just right. She quickly nodded in response, keeping her eyes closed as her face began to scrunch up. Harry eyed the counter she was holding onto, and spotted her white knuckled hands.

"You're doing so good, you can come for me." He motivated her. It didn't take more than a few seconds for her to start spasming around his fingers. Y/N's body fell forward a bit, her shaky legs barely being able to keep her up as she came around Harry's fingers. He was quick to pull her back into him, forcing her to hold onto to his arm as she rode out her orgasm on his hand.

Whispering sweet nothings in her ear, Harry took his time to let Y/N come down from her orgasm. When she finally opened her eyes, and Harry's spotted the dazed look in her eyes, he couldn't help but smile.

"There she is." He teased. Her cheeks were a bright pink from the orgasm she just had, and a small giggle left her mouth. "Was that good for you? Was that what you wanted?"

Y/N said nothing, solely smiling as she turned around to face Harry. His brows furrowed slightly as the silence went on, but he froze when she suddenly began to sink to her knees.

"Baby, you don't have to feel obligated to—"

Immediately, her smile dropped, much like Harry's heart. She looked up at him with those doe eyes of her, looking disappointed.

"You don't want that?" She asked, and Harry was pretty sure a piece of his heart cracked at hearing the tone of her voice.

"I want everything from you. I just don't want you to feel like you have to make me feel good just because I make you feel good, okay?" He explained, hoping she would understand.

Y/N tilted her head. "But... I want it."

Harry thought it over for a minute, then answered.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

Y/N swallowed, then nodded. Harry quirked up a brow.

"Yes." She voiced quickly, instantly understanding his silent demand for verbal consent.

"And you wanna suck me off?"

Again, Y/N nodded. "Yes."

"Greedy girl." Harry's lips quirked up, and he pushed back a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear. "Alright, who am I to say no? But just for a little bit, I don't think I'll last long."

Y/N hummed eagerly, immediately reaching for Harry's pants. He was shocked at her sudden burst of confidence when she turned them around so Harry could lean against the counter. He wondered where she'd learned that move, and then he quickly took that thought back, because he didn't want to think about Y/N making this move on other men.

All racing thoughts were thrown out the window when Y/N pulled down Harry's boxers. He could tell she was a bit surprised, and he would be lying if he said it didn't inflate his ego just a bit.

"You still sure about this?" He asked for good measure. Y/N looked at him, a bit... annoyed?

Harry didn't have much time to figure out what the expression on her face meant, because before he knew it, she licked a long stripe from his base the way to the tip of cock. Harry hissed, gripping onto the counter as she began to kitten lick the tip.

Fuck, he wasn't gonna last long like this at all.

When Y/N properly put her lips around him and began to really suck him off, Harry had to do everything in his power not to come in the spot. Automatically, he threw his head back, but as soon as he realized he was missing the view of the most beautiful angel he'd ever seen giving him a blowjob, his eyes traveled back to her.

"Fucking— hell..."

Looking up through her lashes, Y/N was sucking on Harry, taking care of what she couldn't take in her mouth with her hand. And then, when she began to speed up, Harry couldn't take it anymore.

Leaning forward, he pulled Y/N off his cock and got her to stand up straight. She yelped at the sudden movement, and she looked slightly offended to be disturbed during her performance of a lifetime. Somehow, when he lifted her up, she knew to wrap her legs around him. She held on tightly as he moved out of the bathroom and made his way over to the couch.

"I have a condom with me."

Y/N tilted her head. "I’m on contraceptives."

"Okay." Harry said. "I haven't been with anyone in like, three months. I got tested then, and I'm clean."

Y/N nodded. "Right... well I haven't been with anyone for like, two years, so I'm definitely clean."

Again, Harry would have been lying if he said that didn't made him feel a bit better about the two of them. But that was not the focus of right now.

"Alright, no condom then?" He asked.

"No condom." Y/N repeated, and that was that.

Sitting down with Y/N on his lap, Harry let her go at her own pace as she grabbed his cock and lined it up with her pussy. It was difficult not to dig his nails into her when she pushed his cock into her. Her jaw was slack, definitely getting used to the size and girth of the man she was pushing inside of her.

It was a matter of patience, but Y/N's tight walls, that patience was running thin. When Harry was about halfway in, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Want me to help?" Harry asked, and when Y/N nodded, he bucked his hips up, impaling her on his dick. She let out a loud a moan at the harshness, throwing her head back. But Harry didn't stop, he began to fuck up into her.

He was mesmerized, watching her tits bounce from the impact, her head back and her neck on display. She was a sight for sore eyes and he couldn't believe he was lucky enough to see her like this.

"Fuck, angel, you feel so good." The nickname slipped out like it was the most normal thing on earth. Harry was pleasantly surprised to feel her clenching around him in response, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"D'you like that? When I call you angel?" He began to provoke her. She nodded.

"I love it." The confession slipped past her lips. She opened her eyes, gazing into Harry's. "Again, please."

"Yeah? Want me to call you angel?" He asked, the rhetoric question earning some groans from Y/N's side. "You know why I call you angel, baby?"

"Why?" Her voice was soft, breath hitching as she began bouncing on Harry's cock more now that he had slowed his pace.

"Because the first time I saw you I thought I was dreaming." Harry said, holding onto her waist. Y/N let out a small moan. "You have this radiation about you, angel. You light up every room you’re in."

"Fuck..." Y/N cursed under her breath. "I can't— I need more, please, please..."

Harry groaned at the sheer desperation in her voice, pulling out to switch positions and laying Y/N on her back. When he entered her again, he didn't waste much time before pounding into her.

"Needed this angel? Needed me so bad, huh?" He asked, watching Y/N's eyes roll back as she tried to hold onto anything she could in order not to fall off the couch.

"Harry— oh my god!" She cried out helplessly, clawing onto his chest and arms. She wrapped her legs around Harry's torso, and he leaned forward to go even deeper, his cross chain dangling above her mouth.

Harry about lost it when she took the chain between her teeth and used it to pull him closer before putting her lips on his. All the sounds that left their mouths entered each other, their pleasure flowing between bodies like a steady wave.

Harry wasn't surprised that Y/N stopped kissing him, having felt her clench around his hard cock. She couldn't even get a word out, but Harry knew enough.

"C'mon angel, come for me." He growled, beginning to chase his own high as Y/N came around him.

Harry's orgasm followed not long after, and he was quick to pull out, his seed coating her lower stomach. Both were breathing heavily, not really speaking to each other as they came down from their highs. After a minute or two, Harry leaned forward and planted a kiss on Y/N's forehead before getting up from the couch.

Y/N was too dazed to say anything about it, but she didn't have to wait long before Harry returned with paper towels to clean up the mess he made. He praised her casually as he wiped her stomach clean.

When he was done, he pulled her to sit up straight on the couch and got a glass of water for the both of them. Again, Y/N could only nod. He sat back down, handing one of the glasses to the girl next to him and watched her take some big sips before grabbing the glasses again and putting it back on the table. He was shocked when Y/N suddenly spoke up.

"I think I'm gonna quit my job." She said, staring at the wall in front of her. Harry put down his drink as well, re-positioning himself on the couch so he was sitting towards her.

"Y/N..." He was speechless. Seeing the look on her face, hearing those words come out of her mouth, it hurt him to see her like that. She finally turned to look at him.

"I can't... I can't be in the same space as him." She looked down at her fiddling hands, and Harry spotted the tears welling in her eyes. "I'm just so afraid all the time."

Fuck.

He didn't know how much quicker he could've pulled her into a hug. Y/N didn't particularly hug him back, but she rested her head on his shoulder as she accepted his embrace.

"I'm sorry." Y/N mumbled, barely cohesive as her words were muffled by Harry's shoulder. He pulled away from the hug. "I didn't meant to ruin the vibe."

"You have nothing to be sorry for." He reminded her, wiping a tear away from her cheek. "I'm glad you felt safe enough to tell me."

Y/N sighed. "It's gonna be hard as shit to find a new job here, though."

It was so incredibly unfair that Y/N had to be the one to switch jobs. Harry's jaw clenched. "Are you sure you don't want to talk to HR? They might be able to do something."

Y/N shook her head. "I don't have proof."

"Sexual harassment isn't about proof. If someone makes you uncomfortable, whether they intend to or not, that is sexual harassment." Harry said. He had a zero tolerance policy at the gym, and unfortunately had a sexual harassment situation once at work when a personal trainer kept making inappropriate comments towards one of the cleaners. He was very thankful that the woman felt safe enough to inform him, and he hated that Y/N didn't have that.

"It's complicated. I went on a date with him, that doesn't make me look very good." She replied. The look in her eyes was hopeless, and it scared him that this situation had been draining her so much.

"I still think you should consider it." Harry insisted anyway, hoping she would keep the option in the back of her mind at the very least.

Y/N shrugged. "I'll see."

The silence loomed over the both of them, and Harry didn't know what to do. He wanted to comfort her, tell her all the right things she wanted to hear. But he wasn't sure what she did or didn't want to hear.

Instead, Harry leaned forward, his hand cupping her jaw. Her eyes fluttered closed, head tilting towards his hand. In turn, his stomach fluttered.

"You're going to be okay, no matter what." He assured her. Sure, he didn't know what she was going to do or how everything was going to turn out, but he felt very strongly that things would be fine.

"Thank you." Y/N whispered sweetly, her eyes still closed.

Harry smiled. She looked safe now.

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↪ 18. For justice knows many faces

PREV PART trigger warnings: character death, (past violence), (past) emotional + medical + physical neglect, drugging, delusional batfamily, anger, medical emergencies, anger, tell me if I forgot any main m.list     series m.list     bad ending m.list

Willow is gone.

Willow died.

Her injuries too great, your ‘brothers’ hadn’t held back at all. They had broken the founding rule of Batman, don’t kill. Sure Jason already had broken it quite a few times (as well as Damian, but that’s a different story), but for Dick to ignore this rule? You don’t know how to think, you don’t know how to feel.

Everything was a blur, everything was silent and most importantly the investigation of the police was lacklustre. They didn’t even question Francis. It was as if they looked at Willow’s family and decided it was of no use to get justice.

It pisses you off. It pisses you off to the point you do something stupid.

You publish the file.

You don’t give it to the police, no, because when you tried they dismissed you. They said; “it’s Gotham, shitty things happen all day. It wasn’t someone important, there is no reason to investigate.”

How dare they act as if Willow is unimportant? How dare they act like the judge and executioner at the same time? How dare they tell Francis and his parents that their loved one is nothing to them?

Everything feels like a blur, you go through the motions, you ignore the dizziness that has been shouting for you to shit down. You ignore how your hands shake as you start to fall and you ignore how Francis calls out to you when your head hits the hospital floor. You need to call your boss, you need him to read the file. You need to tell him who your family is, they deserve to pay. Your morals mean nothing, not when your family ignores theirs.

All that matters is justice, justice for Willow. Not for you.

Your vision slipping as you try to push yourself up, your body shaking as if it’s preparing for a seizure and your mouth fills with the taste of blood. Your eyes roll back and there goes your vision, there goes your control as your body does all you don’t want it to.

It feels as if your own death is near, and right now you wouldn’t mind it.

Too bad your friends would, they already lost Willow, won’t you stay? Won’t you live so that you can destroy your family? Won’t you live so that you can become the person your mama wanted you to be?

For Francis can’t believe it, not only has his sister died now you are on death’s door. Not because of your illness, or any usual reasons. No, your medication was messed with.

And Duke immediately knew who did it, Bruce.

His anger was to not be messed with, Gotham’s anger is not to be messed with. For not only is the manor now being stormed by anger citizens the Penguin is making a move. A move that will cause everyone to turn against the Wayne family. A move that will call for Batman to destroy the family that influences him. For Justice knows many faces, and Penguin isn’t afraid to take over (even if it harms his criminal reputation).

He knows that it’ll take time, he knows that it will be hard to convince everyone to turn against the Wayne’s. For they have done so much for Gotham.

But when you wake up. He’s certain you can do it.

For justice knows many faces.

And you can make it happen, you just have to stay alive to do so.

NEXT PART I know the chapter is tiny and a bit messy, but I'm trying to figure out the good ending. It has to get worse before it becomes better. I promise

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[atisecnom]

YAY MOVIE NIGHT!☆

Characters: The Hanks (Date Everything game), F!reader

Warnings: Maybe bad grammer, sorry if anybody is ooc 💔, reader can be picked up, double penetration, triple penetration, quadruple penetration, cum eating, dirty talk (mainly by Hank 3), anal, reader has female anatomy and boobs, there's more smut than movie night, overstimulation, spanking, a liiiiittle bit of rough sex, a lot bit of lovey doovey sex, squirting, (tell me if I missed anything)

Summary: After a long and tiring adventure with your boyfriends, you decide to have a movie night. They chose the movies and you ordered pizza. And then, once the movies were over and the pizza was finished, you all get a little frisky in the bedroom.

A/N: I'm gunna write for Kenma next. Or the Hanks again. Idek 😛 this is rlly long sorry

Your front door bursts open, and 6 sweaty people run into your living room- you included. You're in athletic wear while the other five are in their infamous, almost superhero-like, bodysuits. Hank 3 flops onto the couch and pulls you down with him, holding onto your waist. You lean against him, panting from the "totally amazing adventure" you just had with the Hanks.

"Bro... that. Was. Awesome!" Hank 2 yelled. Hank 4 flopped onto the couch next to you and Hank 3. "I can't... feel my legs, homies," Hank 4 practically whines. "That's what she said," you and Hank 3 said at the same time. You both turn to eachother and give eachother a high five, a huge grin on his face.

"Guys," you say. Instantly, all heads turn to you. "We should have a movie night and pizza." All the Hanks' eyes lit up, and they agree (aka scream and shout in excitement). But first, you all went to your shared bedroom to pick out pajamas since you're all still in athletic wear.

Hank 1 put on a yellow-orange t shirt and grey sweatpants.

Hank 2 put on a red tank top and red sports shorts.

Hank 3 put on a black compression shirt and blue sweatpants.

Hank 4 put on a purple sports jersey (that he cut himself to be cropped) and white sports shorts.

Hank 5 put on a green sports jersey and white sports shorts (like Hank 4's but green and not cropped).

And you put on an oversized t-shirt and shorts.

You all ran to the living room again and piled up on the couch. "You guys choose the movie, I'm gunna doordash pizza," you say as you pull out your phone.

"Bros we HAVE to watch Fast and The Furious!" Hank 1 is the first to throw out a suggestion. "Nah man, let's watch The Avengers," Hank 2 replies. "No way, bro! We gotta watch Guardians of the Galaxy! That movie is SO GNARLY!" Hank 4 says. All of them discuss as you order the pizza. You lean against Hank 2 as you click around the app and finally confirm the order. "15 minutes till the foods here," you interrupt their very loud conversation over what movie is first. They all groan, complaining 15 minutes is a long time and that they're "starving".

"But guys, food tastes better when you're hungrier. So this is good, actually," you tell them. The all nod, agreeing with what you said.

"15 minutes is plenty of time to do some certain things..." Hank 3 scoots closer to you, grabbing onto your waist. The rest of the Hanks groan at Hank 3's flirting. "Broooo..." Hank 2 groans. "We never even last 15 minutes. It goes on for like... all night, bro," Hank 4 butts in, earning a laugh from both you and Hank 3.

"Let's wait out the pizza, babe," you say to Hank 3. "Fiiiiine," Hank 3 groans, his hand moving onto your thigh, "but once this movies over..." Hank 3 grins. "Yeah yeah," you let out a laugh.

Their topic goes right back to what movie they want to watch. Eventually, though, they just land on arm wrestling each other, and the winner of all rounds gets to choose the first movie of the night.

Unsurprisingly, Hank 1 won, and Fast and The Furious was first. But nobody wanted to start the movie without the food, of course, so you all just lounged around until there was a knock at the door and an alert on your phone that your order was delivered.

You grab the pizza and sit down, the Hanks howling in happiness as you set the pizzas down. You plop back down onto your seat on the couch and grab the remote and start clicking around to turn on the first movie. You're laying on the couch, snuggled up against Hank 3 on your left. Hank 5 cuddles against you at your right, Hank 4 is on the floor with his head between your thighs, his cheek against your thigh, Hank 2 cuddles up against Hank 5 and Hank 1 cuddles up against Hank 3.

...

It was like 10pm at night, and you finally finished all the movies everybody wanted to watch. All the pizza was gone, too.

"Oh em gee, I'm speeeent!" Hank 4 yawns and stretches. Everybody does the same and gets up. "Cmere!" Hank 1 yells and grabs onto you, picking you up and swinging you over his shoulder, his arms holding onto your legs. You shriek and laugh, holding onto him. The rest of the Hanks walk behind you two, conversating with eachother.

Hank 1 gently sits you on the bed, kissing your cheek. "Homies, I have an idea. If it's okay with the lady," Hank 3 grins and steps up a bit. "What is it?" You ask. "Well ya know... you've been taking us one at a time but how about we try... at the same time, sweetcheeks," Hank 3 says, looking at you then at the rest of the Hanks.

The Hanks' eyes widden, but just look at you for your reply. "I meeeeeeeean... if all of you want to, I'm down," you shrug and smile. "...are you sure? It not going to be too much?" Hank 2 speaks up, very obviously worried. "I'll be okay," you smile, reassuringly. Hank 3 bites his bent pointer finger, his face a little red. "I'm down," Hank 4 speaks next. And one by one, each Hank agrees to Hank 3's idea.

Hank 3 leans in and kisses you. Slowly, one by one, everybody strips off their clothes.

You lay on the bed, your head on the pillows. Hank 2 is the first to make a move, climbing on top of you and between your thighs. He starts kissing your neck, his hand trailing down your body and slowly rubbing your clit. Hank 2 slowly guides himself into you, his eyes locked onto you as you let out a small moan.

Hank 2 grabs your thighs as he moves slowly. "Need to prep you, bro-babe... don't wanna hurt you," Hank 2 pants and speeds up his thrusts into a medium pace. Hank 4 kneels by your side on your left and kisses your hairline. "Cmon, baby, you got to be as wet as possible to fit another," Hank 4 kiss your head and guides your hand between your legs, making you touch yourself as Hank 2 thrusts into you. Hank 3 comes up on your right, and kiss your lips. The kiss quickly turned into a make-out session. Hank 1 and 5 kneel by on the bed, slowly stroking themselves as they watch you and Hank 2 get it on.

"I call dibs," Hank 4 speaks on. "Bro nuh uh, I came forward with the idea. I should go first!" Hank 3 argues. "Br-" Hank 4 and 3s little argument was interrupted by your moans getting louder. Hank 2 pulles out and leans down to kiss you, whispering, "Not yet..." into your ear. Finally, Hank 3 and 4 come to an agreement: Hank 4 is going under you and Hank 3 is going in your mouth.

And that's what happened. Hank 4 lays on the bed and you lay on top of him, your back pressing against his chest. You turn your head and Hank 4 places a sloppy kiss onto your lips. You turn to look forward, Hank 2 coming back to settle between your legs. Hank 3 kneeled by your head, slowly stroking himself. Hank 1 kneels next to Hank 3, looking down at you. "You look... amazing babe..." Hank 5 speaks, kneeling by you on your right.

Hank 1 and 5 take each of your thighs, opening your legs as much as they can open. Hank 2 grabs onto 4s dick. Stroking it for a bit before guiding it into your pussy. You let out a quiet moan and lean your head back. Hank 2 scoots a little closer and puts his hands on your inner thighs, opening your legs a little more. "You feel so good, bro," Hank 4 moans out.

Hank 2 then presses his dick against you and slowly pushes himself into the same hole that Hank 4 is in. You let out a strangled moan and hold onto the nearest objects (which happened to be Hank 5's thigh and the bedsheets). "Fuck," Hank 2 moans. Hank 3 grabs onto your face and turns you to look at him and says, "You look so good taking two dicks at once, pretty," he presses a hard kiss onto your lips. "It's so hot..." He says between kisses.

Hank 2 is the first to move, thrusting inside you slowly, Hank 4 following after. Hank 2 grips onto your waist, his eyes locked onto your face. You moan, gripping onto anything your hands can reach. "You're so good, baby..." Hank 4 speaks from behind you. You moan louder as both Hank 4 and 2 move faster. "Ohhhhh god-" You moan.

Hank 3 gently (but not so gently) pulls your hair so your head moves back. He presses a hard kiss on your lips. "You're so hot" he grins down at you as you keep moaning. "Open up, baby." And you did. Hank 3 guides his dick into your mouth, letting out a loud, pornographic moan.

You move your head up and down on Hank 3s dick. "You feel so good, hot stuff..." He ends it with a laugh that morphs into a moan. All the Hanks move inside you, the other two Hanks staring down at you, holding your legs open.

You stare up at Hank 3, taking more and more of him into your mouth. "Careful, sweetstuff, we ate like 10 minutes ago," Hank 2 says, worried, through his moans. "Mmmhm..." you moan, still sucking Hank 3 off, but cautious. You reach over to your right, to Hank 5 and replace his hand with your own, stroking his dick.

After a while of Hanks 4 and 2 thrusting inside you, your head bobbing up and down Hank 3s dick and jerking off Hank 5, you feel yourself getting close to your first orgasm or the night. Your legs twitch in Hanks 5 and 1s grasps. Your hand speeds up around Hank 5, earning a moan and whine from the guy. "You're gunna cum, baby?" Hank 1 speaks. You let out a strangled moan, and a small gag as Hank 3 continues using your mouth.

"Fuuuck it feels good when you gag, baby..." Hank 3 practically laughs, but you can tell he's getting close too. Your legs twitch and shake as you get closer and closer to your peak. "Let go, cmon hun," Hank 1 eggs on and reaches down, rubbing your clit. That tipped you over the edge. You finally hit your first orgasm, moaning and gagging against Hank 3s dick. Your legs and body shakes and trembles as you cum. Hank 4 and 2 moan as you cum. "Ohhh... felt that... felt that..." Hank 2 moans as his pace slows down. Hank 4s pace slows down a bit but it's still moving.

You keep Hank 3 in your mouth and after a while, he grabs onto your hair and fucks your face. He moans loudly as he cums in your mouth and pulls out. Some of his cum trickled down your chin. Hank 3 bends down and licks his own cum off of your chin and kiss you. And of course, it instantly turns into a makeout.

After a bit, Hanks 2 and 4 start moving at the pace of before. You moan against Hank 3s lips. Hank 2 starts moaning softly and starts going faster. Hank 3 pulls away, grinning as he watches you moan as his pace speeds up. "You're so beauti-ful..." Hank 2 groans before he slams one last time into you as he cums inside you. He pulls out of you and Hank 4 slows down.

"You okay, pretty?" Hank 5 speaks. "Mhm," you smile up at him, panting. Hank 1 moves between your legs and grinds his dick against your slit, bumping his tip with your clit. Hank 1 leans down and softly kisses your lips. He sits up and slowly pushes himself inside you, along with Hank 4. You moan, your body relaxing a bit.

Hank 1 starts moving slowly. Hank 4 wraps his arm around your middle, under your boobs, as he moves faster. You throw your head back, moaning loudly. Hank 4 grins from behind you and kisses all over your neck.

"We love you, you know that?" Hank 5 says, cupping your face. You look up at him, moaning and muttering god-knows-what. You pull Hank 5 down and kiss him sloppily as you moan. Hank 2 looks down at you, panting as he keeps a hand on your leg, keeps it open. You hear a moan coming from under you. You turn your head to Hank 4, who's speeding up his thrusts. He makes eye contact with you. "I'm cumming..." he kisses you softly, "...inside."

He moves faster, moaning in your ear. His moans drown out yours. "Fuuck bro... shit feels so good," Hank 4 moans, his face very much red. He delivers one last thrust into you before he cums inside you with a loooong moan.

Hank 4 pulls out of you and hold onto your boobs, giving them a little squeeze. Hank 1 slows to a stop as you sit up, letting Hank 4 come out from under you. Then, Hank 1 grabs you by your thighs and pulls you up. He carries you, his hands on your ass, as your arms go around his neck and legs around his waist. "Hi," Hank 1 smiles up at you and pressed a small kiss on your lips. He guides himself inside you and goes to lay down, so now you're on top of him. His hands go to your hips as he starts moving at a steady pace. You moan, letting him take charge. "God you are... wet, baby," he moans out.

Hank 3 reaches over and delivers a slap to your ass. You shriek and look over at him. He takes that opportunity and kisses you. He kneads and squeezes your ass before slapping it again. "...again." you moan against his lips. "Freeeeeak," Hank 3 grins and does it again. And again. And again. All while Hank 1 thrusts inside you.

And soon, your second orgasm got closer and closer... and you hit your peak again, moaning against Hank 3s lips. Your legs tremble and your body shakes. You pull away from Hank 3 to look down at Hank 1, who's softly moaning. And not slowing down his pace. "Cmere..." Hank 1 pulls you down and kisses you as you try to control your shaky breathing.

"Damnnnn," Hank 2 looks at your ass- which is now on full display since Hank 1 pulled you down. "I know right, bro?" Hank 4 replys. "Want a slice of that cake," Hank 3 joins in.

Hank 1 grips onto your hips, going faster, clearly close to his peak. "You're delicious, you know that?-" Hank 1 mutters to you, which you just giggle in reply. You moan loud as he speeds up. Finally, he reaches his peak and cums inside of you. You lay limp against his chest, panting and very sweaty. You quickly get up, though. We're not done yet.

"My turn! Five, go behind," Hank 3 announces. Hank 1 scoots out from under you, but accidently hits your chin with his knee. "Bro, you good?" Hank 1 checks on you. "I'm okay, I'm okay," you laugh and give him a little kiss of reassurance. "You sure?" Hank 2 questions. "Yeah, you sure? That was a gnarly bump to the chin, twin," Hank 5 butts in. "I'm okay," you laugh a little, clearly tired. But obviously not tired enough to stop.

They all reluctantly take your "I'm okay"s serious and continue. Hank 3 scoots under you, taking Hank 1s previous spot. From behind you, Hank 5 positions himself, his hands on your ass- a little red from 3s slapping earlier. Hank 5 slips into you, letting out a mix of a whine and a moan. "You really are wet, god-" he moans. Hank 3 then pushes himself into the same hole. "Holy shit you're right, bro," he gasps. You moan as you're, again, filled with two dicks at once.

Hank 5 goes slow, sensual, calculated, while Hank 3 goes fast. Hank 3 grips onto your waist and so does Hank 5, their hands holding onto eachother as well. "You want another dick, babes?" Hank 3 grins up at you. You moan loudly and nod. He becons Hank 2 over. Hank 3 presses onto your back, making you arch your back and press against his chest. Hank 2 swings his leg over your backside. "Wait-" he mutters and gets a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer. He squeezes some onto his dick as Hank 5 kisses his shoulder.

Hank 2 presses his tip against hole, slowly pushing inside and stopping for a second if you let out a yelp. After a really long time of adjustments, they did it. Hank 3 and 5 buried in your pussy and Hank 2 buried in your ass. "Woahhhh! You did it, homie!" Hank 4 shouts, genuinely excited. He tilts your head up and kisses you. "Yea she did!" Hank 2 exclaims next. There was some "whoop!"s and happy cheers as you moan. All three of the men inside you move insanely slow, but it was perfect. Hank 4 reaches over and slaps Hank 2 on the ass and he turns around, yelling out a "yeahhh!" And raising his fist in the air in celebration. Hank 5 slaps his ass too, making him push harder into you. You moan in response, gripping onto the bedsheets. You look up at Hank 4, your hair messed up, face red, eyes drooped and moaning. "Betcha can take another," Hank 4 smiles down at you, lining up his dick with your mouth and pushing in. You reach over and wrap Hank 1s already hard dick and slowly stroke it. Though, your arm went limp pretty fast.

Hank 3 reached down and started playing with your clit, making you let out a startled moan against Hank 4s dick. You struggle to suck his dick so after a while he pulls away and gives you a kiss on the lips and neck. Hank 3 starts going a little faster, making you moan and whine. "Fuck you're tight baby," he grins up at you and slaps your ass. "...I'm cumming..." you whine out. You pull away from Hank 4 and lay on Hank 3s chest, kissing his neck. "Yeah? You want harder?" He replies. He doesn't wait for your reply. He starts going faster, Hanks 5 and 2 going bit faster too.

In a matter of seconds, you hit your third orgasm, this time making more of a mess than the past two times. You scream out a moan as you cum again, squirting on Hank 3s dick and the bed under you. All the men slow down a bit. "Shit, man..." Hank 3 groans at the feeling. You kiss and suck on Hank 3s neck, muttering, "Don't slow down..." Then you turn around and tell the two guys the same. "Keep going till you cum..." you whine.

"Are you sure? You look spent," Hank 2 question. "Yeah, homie, you're about to pass out," Hank 4 adds on. All the other Hanks agree. "I'm fine... keep going..." you say and start moving your hips back and forth, letting out a whimper. You stop moving as the three guys start moving again. Hank 3 wraps his arms around your back, your face on his neck, kissing and sucking on it. "Dam baby..." he groans and buries his face in your hair.

Hank 3 starts going faster and your moans get higher pitched. "I'm gunna cum in your pussy..." he grins and kisses your head. Then, he delivers one last hard thrust and cums inside you and pulls out. Hank 3 scoots up a little and grabs your face, pushing your ruined hair away from your face. "Shit, you look delicious right now... all fucked out. Cmere-" Hank 3 kisses you, sloppily but lovingly. Hanks 5 and 2 keeps moving behind you. It's not long until Hank 5 reaches his peak, moaning as he cums inside you.

Hank 5 pulls out and kisses your thigh, then goes a little more up and kisses Hank 2s thigh too. Hank 2 positions himself to kneel behind you, taking Hank 5s previous spot. He fucks your ass while Hank 3 trails his kisses down your neck. Your legs tremble as you start getting closer to your fourth orgasm. "Again? That soon? Shit baby..." Hank 3 laughs a little and kisses your neck.

You hit your fourth orgasm again, moaning loudly and your arms giving out. You squirt again onto the bed and soon after, Hank 2 also hits his peak. He cums in your ass and pulls out, massaging your hips. You collapse onto the bed, barely awake.

"Dam, you're a warrior, bro. How'd you survive that?" Hank 4 questions. "Took it like a champ," Hank 3 grins down at you. In a matter of seconds, you're out like a light. "I hope she'll be okay tomorrow," Hank 2 worries. "She's strong, amigo. She'll be okay," Hank 1 pats his back before finding his boxers and slipping them on. They all start doing the same. "But that was one GNARLY experience, bro. Never done before under this roof," Hank 4 says. They express their worries until Hank 1 tells them to quiet down, since you're right there and asleep.

Hank 1 puts your underwear on as you sleep and they all cuddle against you. And one by one, they all fall asleep for the night.

And they were right. The next day, you could barely move. But hey, at least it felt great in the moment. AND you got special treatment all day.

just pretend they talked more I forgot to make them talk a lot during sex 😭

This took me like 3 days to finish

I kept getting distracted

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Giddy Up, Spencer || Spencer Agnew

Summary: When Smosh Summer Games: Cowboys vs. Robbers lands the cast on your family’s Southern farm, Spencer Agnew is fully prepared for heat, hay bales, and general chaos. What he’s not ready for is how flustered he gets around you—a fellow cast member, longtime farm girl, and expert at making him forget how words work. As the challenges get messier (and the rooster attacks more personal), Spencer finds himself tangled in something far trickier than obstacle courses: feelings. By the time the final challenge rolls around, it’s not just about winning points—it’s about whether he’ll finally cowboy up and kiss the girl who’s been roping his heart all week.

Pairing: Spencer Agnew x Southern!Reader

Tropes: Opposites Attract, Ridiculous Challenges, PDA, Farm Chaos

Warnings: Fluff, Romance, Flirting, Carl the Rooster, Author knows nothing about farm life, not proofread

WC: 7.1K

Requested: Yes (by anon) thanks for the idea sugar <3

Author's Note: Tried listening to some country music while writing, hopefully it translated through lol also I wanted to add a lot more challenge-wise but decided to just focus on Spencer and Reader oops

If anyone had told Spencer Agnew he’d spend a week filming Smosh Summer Games: Cowboys vs. Robbers on a real-deal Southern farm, he would’ve laughed, made a sarcastic remark about outlaw fashion, and then quietly prepared to die in 90-degree heat.

But no one told him that the real danger wasn’t the heat, or the bugs, or Ian’s over-enthusiastic cowboy accent.

It was you.

You stood at the edge of the gravel driveway in cut-off jeans, a tied-up flannel shirt, and worn-in boots that looked like they’d actually touched dirt before today. Sunlight hit your face just right as you waved at the approaching van.

“Welcome to the farm, y’all!” you called, Southern drawl like molasses—warm and impossible to ignore.

Spencer, from the back seat of the van, whispered, “Okay. Nope. Not emotionally ready for that.”

Damien, beside him, raised an eyebrow. “For what?”

Spencer sat up straighter. “For the full Yeehaw Cinematic Universe. Obviously.”

Damien grinned. “Sure. That’s totally what you meant.”

There was something about the way you said y’all that short-circuited his frontal lobe. This was going to be a long trip.

As the van came to a stop, Spencer gave himself a pep talk: You were just a person, a beautiful, smart, and funny person. And this was just like any other work trip — 

“How was the ride, darlin’?” Spencer had been so in his head that he hadn’t noticed Shayne open the side door or seen his fellow castmates get off, leaving him by himself in his dissociated state. “Hope you’re not getting second thoughts about coming to my family farm,” Spencer shook his head, trying and failing to get the words out.

“Yes — No, I mean no, I was just giving everyone a head start, you know, since I'm gonna win this.” You arched a brow at him but shrugged nonetheless, “Can’t wait to see that, sugar.”

Fuck

You helped them unload gear, directing people to where the bunkhouse was, where the bathrooms were, and where not to step if they didn’t want to get chased by a rooster named Carl.

Spencer tried to keep his cool. He really did.

But then you handed him a bottle of water and said, “You better hydrate, darlin’. Don’t want you droppin’ like a sack of flour on your first day.”

He almost said “thank you.” What came out was: “Ha ha yeah cool cool flour me.” His brain screamed internally. Why did he say that? What did that even mean? It was like his mouth had disconnected from his consciousness and gone rogue.

You blinked.

He blinked.

Courtney, walking past, snorted so hard she almost choked on their gum.

“Flour you?” you repeated, smiling with a raised brow.

Spencer cleared his throat. “Sorry. I meant... thank you. I’m not used to being in the presence of someone who knows how to wrangle cattle and also looks like they belong on the cover of a romance novel.”

You tilted your head. “You callin’ me a cowboy romance cover model?”

Spencer blinked, realizing what he’d just said, and immediately tried to backpedal. “I mean, not in a weird way. Like, respectfully. Like, you’d have a hat and a horse and emotional range.”

You laughed again, clearly entertained. Spencer fought the urge to bury himself in the hay bales behind you.

“I’m just saying if there was a book where someone tames a mysterious stranger with a YouTube career and too many emotional metaphors, I feel like you could carry the whole plot.”

There was a pause.

Then you grinned. “You always talk like that?”

“Only when I’m sweating and emotionally compromised.”

You laughed, soft and amused. “I knew I liked you for a reason.”

Spencer stood very still, wondering if it was possible to pass out from sheer attraction.

Shayne wandered over, squinting. “Are you two flirting or having a stroke? I can’t tell.”

Spencer didn’t answer. He was still rebooting.

A few minutes later, Ian clapped his hands together and yelled, “Alright, y’all! Y/N’s family was nice enough to let us crash here, so find a partner and head inside, tomorrow’s filming day!”You pointed toward a wooden fence across the field. “Home is this way. Mind the goats.”

Spencer squinted. “Wait. Actual goats? Like, roaming? With agendas?”

You gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Welcome to the country, cowboy.”

As you walked away, Spencer turned to Damien and whispered, “They just touched my shoulder, and I think I need a moment alone.”

Damien just sighed. “You’re gonna die out here, man.”

Spencer nodded, smiling like an idiot. “Yeah. And I’m gonna look hot doing it.”

Spencer woke up to the sound of a rooster crowing like it had a personal vendetta against him.

For a solid three seconds, he thought it was Damien doing a bit.

Then he opened his eyes, saw the rustic wood paneling, the dust motes floating in a shaft of sunlight, and—most disturbingly—a goat staring at him through the bunkhouse window like it had questions.

Spencer stared back.

The goat blinked.

Spencer slowly rolled over and groaned into his pillow. “This place is haunted.” 

He sighed and threw his legs over the side of the bed, praying that today would run smoothly— and that his brain would listen to him when you were in front of him.

Slipping on his shoes and glasses, he made his way towards the kitchen. He already knew he looked like a tired zombie. He needed caffeine, and since he’d forgotten his Kickstarters, some good ol’ black coffee would have to do.

In the bunkhouse kitchen, Shayne was already half-dressed in outlaw gear, sipping from a mason jar of coffee like he hadn’t spent the night curled up like a shrimp on an ancient twin mattress.

“Morning, city slicker,” he said cheerfully as Spencer shuffled in.

Spencer ran a hand through his hair, squinting at the weak sunlight pouring through the screen door. “Is this… what morning is supposed to feel like?”

“Welcome to farm time,” Courtney muttered, chewing on whatever breakfast seemed to have been put out and reapplying their mustache for the day. “Time moves differently out here. Like prison.”

“Pretty sure I heard a ghost rooster,” Spencer said.

“That’s just Carl,” Damien yawned, flopping onto a creaky couch. “Y/N says he only goes after people who walk funny.”

Spencer blinked. “I walk fine.”

Everyone stared at him.

“…I walk differently.”

“Oh, by the way,” Damien added, “Y/N also said there’s some Mountain Dew Kickstarter in the fridge for later—made it very clear it’s not a morning drink.”

They’d thought of him. Maybe today really would look different.

An hour later, the full cast had gathered near the massive hay maze built behind the barn. It was tall enough to block your view across the field and rickety enough that it looked like one good sneeze could knock it over—which meant it was perfect.

You strolled over from the barn, clipboard in hand, wearing a fresh plaid shirt tied at the waist and a cowboy hat that probably should’ve looked ridiculous—but somehow didn’t. The sun hit your face, and Spencer had to physically resist the urge to sigh out loud.

“Morning, y’all,” you called, flashing that smile that somehow made dirt roads and sweat look romantic.

Spencer took a gulp of water and muttered to himself, “Cool. Totally normal reaction. Just a normal coworker crush. Not a crisis.”

You came to a stop beside him, giving him a once-over with your eyes. “You look ready.”

“For what? Farm-themed death?”

You grinned. “Maze challenge. First event of the day.”

“Right. Hay. Running. Definitely my strong suit.”

“Did you sleep alright, darlin’?” you asked, teasing. “Did Carl behave?”

Spencer deadpanned, “Carl and I had a heart-to-heart about boundaries. I think we understand each other now.”

You let out a soft laugh. “You’re funny in the morning. That’s rare.”

“No, I’m delusional from sleeping on a mattress stuffed with, I assume, corn husks and regret.”

Your smile only widened. “Aw, poor thing. Need a good-luck charm?”

Before Spencer could answer, you reached out and straightened the askew bandana around his neck and planting a small kiss on his cheek before patting his chest.

“There. Now you’re officially presentable.”

Spencer blinked. Words gone. Brain smooth.

“…I think I’m in love with you,” he said.

You arched a brow. “What was that?”

“I said—I said thank you. Yep. That’s what I said.”

Ian blew a whistle and called the crew to attention. “Alright, people! First challenge: Hay Bale Maze Showdown! The first to solve the puzzle in the middle and escape the maze wins a point and bragging rights. Your surprise partner will enter the maze through the back and meet you at the puzzle if  they can make it.”

Shayne rubbed his hands together. “We’re sending Spencer in first. He’s got the legs for it.”

“I do not have the legs for this,” Spencer mumbled, adjusting his too-tight boots.

“Just remember,” Courtney added, twirling their fake sheriff’s badge, “if you get lost, scream dramatically. We’ll assume you’re doing a bit and leave you there.”

Your smile only widened. “Aw, poor thing. Need a good-luck charm?”

Before Spencer could answer, you reached out and straightened the askew bandana around his neck and planting a small kiss on his cheek before patting his chest.

“There. Now you’re officially presentable.”

Spencer blinked. Words gone. Brain smooth.

“…I think I’m in love with you,” he said.

You arched a brow. “What was that?”

“I said—I said thank you. Yep. That’s what I said.”

Ian blew a whistle and called the crew to attention. “Alright, people! First challenge: Hay Bale Maze Showdown! The first to solve the puzzle in the middle and escape the maze wins a point and bragging rights. Your surprise partner will enter the maze through the back and meet you at the puzzle if  they can make it.”

Shayne rubbed his hands together. “We’re sending Spencer in first. He’s got the legs for it.”

“I do not have the legs for this,” Spencer mumbled, adjusting his too-tight boots.

“Just remember,” Courtney added, twirling their fake sheriff’s badge, “if you get lost, scream dramatically. We’ll assume you’re doing a bit and leave you there.”

As the rest of the cast decided who’d go in after, you passed by Spencer again, leaning close with a crooked smile.

“Don’t worry,” you said quietly, voice smooth and warm. “I believe in you, cowboy.”

Spencer didn’t trip walking into the maze.

But it was close.

Spencer stepped into the hay maze like he was entering a war zone.

He could hear Damien behind him whispering, “Godspeed, buddy,” and Shayne yelling, “Remember us when you’re famous—or dead!”

The opening corridor of the maze was narrow, lined with hay bales stacked taller than his head. It smelled like dust and livestock trauma. Somewhere in the distance, a walkie crackled with static, and Courtney’s voice echoed: “There will be consequences for cheating, and those consequences will be dramatic reenactments.”

Spencer muttered, “That’s not ominous at all.” Time to impress you and show everyone just how quickly he could get out of there.

Cut to: The Other Cast, Waiting Outside the Maze

Courtney, Shayne, and Damien stood on a picnic table, squinting into the maze like over-invested sports commentators.

“Ten bucks says he takes a wrong turn and ends up back at the entrance within five minutes,” Courtney said, arms crossed.

“I’ll double it if he trips over a scarecrow that isn’t even in the challenge,” Shayne added.

Damien held up a hand. “Guys. Come on. Let’s have some faith in him.”

They all turned to see Spencer on the GoPro feed, spinning in a circle and yelling, “WHO DESIGNED THIS? WHO HURT YOU?”

“…Okay, yeah. Ten bucks says he doesn’t make it to the puzzle without an existential crisis.”

Back to Spencer

Spencer turned a corner and hit a dead end.

“Cool,” he muttered. “Symbolic. Love that.”

He backtracked, only to find two identical-looking paths.

Left or right?

He squinted at a hay bale on the left. Someone (Shayne, probably) had taped a piece of paper to it. In bold Sharpie, it read: “This is totally the right way. Definitely. Trust us.”

Spencer stared at it for a moment. “Hmm. That’s not suspicious at all.”

He went left anyway.

Twenty seconds later, he stepped on a booby trap—an explosion of glitter and feathers shot into the air, coating him like an arts-and-crafts project gone rogue.

From somewhere deeper in the maze, a triumphant cackle echoed.

“SHAYNE!” Spencer shouted.

Eventually, by some miracle (and yelling “Marco” until someone shouted “Polo” in confusion), Spencer stumbled into the center clearing—face flushed, shirt wrinkled, and glitter sticking to his hair.

There was a folding table with a jigsaw puzzle.

And next to it, you.

You leaned against the hay wall, arms crossed, a faint smirk playing at your lips. “Well, well,” you said. “You made it.”

Spencer exhaled dramatically and pointed at the puzzle. “Please tell me that’s it. I don’t have to milk a cow next, right?”

“No promises.”

You stepped up to help him with the puzzle, and he glanced at you sideways. “Are you here to sabotage me?”

“Officially? No. Unofficially? Maybe a little.”

He grinned. “Great. Love that. Betrayed by the one person I trusted.”

You nudged him with your elbow. “You trust me?”

“I’m covered in glitter and hay. It’s been a long day.”

Together, you managed to finish the puzzle—barely—and Spencer took off running toward the exit, dragging you behind him with a triumphant, “WE’RE FREE! WE SOLVED YOUR RURAL CURSE!”

Everyone cheered.

Spencer collapsed in the grass, face-up, arms spread. “Tell my story.”

You stood over him, grinning. “You alright, cowboy?”

He looked up at you, dazed. “Emotionally? No. Spiritually? I think I was reborn inside that maze.”

Courtney leaned over and whispered to Shayne, “Double or nothing, he doesn’t survive the next challenge.”

Later that afternoon, after everyone had recovered (read: collapsed dramatically in the grass for twenty minutes), Ian gathered the cast near the barn with a suspicious gleam in his eye and a coil of rope slung over his shoulder.

“Time for our next challenge!” he announced. 

Courtney squinted. “Why do I feel like that’s code for ‘someone’s about to get tackled’?”

You stepped up beside Ian with a grin. “Because someone is—if they don’t dodge fast enough.”

You gestured to a pen just behind you. Your eyes twinkle with excitement, ready to see how everyone would react to the challenge, “Alright, y’all,” you drawled, “this one’s called the Rope ‘Em Rodeo. Teams of two, timed challenge. One person’s gotta lasso a moving target while blindfolded—guided only by their partner’s voice. The fastest team to rope the target wins. Bonus points if you don’t trip and die.”

“Wait—moving target?” Damien asked warily.

You whistled.

From behind the barn, your cousin appeared, leading an actual miniature pony—outfitted with pool noodles taped to its sides like jousting armor. Angela immediately gasped.

“Her name is Clementine!” you said proudly.

Clementine, to her credit, looked like she could not care less.

Spencer stepped forward slowly, eyeing the pony. “I have so many questions, and I’m scared none of the answers will help.”

You clapped him on the back. “You’ll do great.”

The heat simmered off the dirt like a stovetop left on low, and Spencer was already regretting everything.

His bandana was tied over his eyes, itchy and crooked, the rope felt weird in his hands, and somewhere to his left, Clementine the miniature pony let out a huff that sounded judgmental.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and called out, “Just to clarify—I’m blindfolded, holding rope, and about to throw it at a live animal?”

You laughed from the sidelines. “Clementine’s tougher than she looks. And technically, you’re tossin’ the rope near her.”

Spencer tilted his head toward your voice. “That sounds hard.”

“It absolutely is.”

There was a brief pause as he sighed, and the cast behind you murmured in various tones of amusement and very little help. You held the walkie-talkie up to your mouth, your voice warm in his ear through the little earpiece Ian rigged together last-minute.

“Alright, sugar,” you drawled, smile audible. “Take three slow steps forward.”

Spencer shuffled forward like he was walking across lava, arms stiff, rope gripped like it might bite him. “You’re sure this is the right way?”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “I’m literally watchin’ you. Trust me.”

“Oh, well, that’s comforting,” he muttered, toeing the dry dirt. “Blindly following the voice of a person who regularly threatens me with roosters.”

“Threatens?” you said, feigning offense. “Carl just likes his personal space respected.”

“I said good morning!”

“And he said, ‘Try again.’”

A ripple of laughter from the others floated across the field. Spencer tried not to smile, but you could hear it in his voice.

“Okay,” you said, focusing. “You’re close now. Couple more steps, then turn about fifteen degrees left.”

Spencer turned right.

“Other left.”

“That’s aggressive,” he muttered, adjusting.

“Alright, now square your shoulders. Clementine’s dead ahead. I need you to aim just a little above her shoulder, then let the rope fly when I say.”

Spencer exhaled slowly. “You ever guided someone into blind-lassoing a pony before?”

“Nope.”

“Cool. Great. Feeling very alive.”

You grinned. “You should. Now… swing it smooth. On my count. Three… two… one—now!”

The rope sailed through the air in a perfect lazy arc. It spun once, then twice—before looping right over Clementine’s neck.

The pony didn’t even flinch. Just blinked.

There was a stunned second of total silence.

Spencer stood frozen. “What happened? Did I rope a person? Is Damien crying?”

You were already running toward him, laughter breaking loose from your chest. “Spencer, you did it! You got her!”

He pulled down the bandana, blinking at the scene before him. “Wait. I actually got the—?”

“Roped her fair and square,” you said, reaching his side.

Spencer looked down at the rope, then at Clementine, then back at you, stunned. “I have no idea how that happened.” Spencer stood there, blinking in disbelief, still gripping the rope that now loosely hung from Clementine’s neck. Glitter clung to his shirt from the earlier maze disaster, and now sweat dotted his brow under the high afternoon sun.

You leaned in, teasing, “Beginner’s luck?”

“No,” he said solemnly. “Divine intervention. Or you bribed the pony.”

“Pfft. Clementine doesn’t take bribes.”

Spencer rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “This is either the coolest or weirdest thing I’ve ever done. Possibly both.”

“You did real good, darlin’,” you said softly, grabbing the rope to lead Clementine back toward the post. “Kinda proud of you.”

Spencer opened his mouth—then promptly closed it. Whatever words were forming, they scattered like the hay in his hair. You gave him one last crooked smile before turning to the others.

“Alright, y’all! Who’s up next?”

Team Two: Shayne & Courtney

Shayne marched up like he’d just been handed the role of a lifetime, saluting the crowd.

Courtney pulled the bandana over their eyes with a flourish. “Let’s ride, partner!”

Shayne whispered something dramatic like, “Let the spirit of the wild west consume us,” before guiding Courtney into the arena with a flair for the theatrical.

“Step left! No, your other left! No—wait—SNAKE!” Courtney screamed and threw the rope. It sailed wide, wrapped around a random hay bale, and yanked it straight into Shayne’s shins.

He went down like a sack of yams.

“Y’all okay?” you called, fighting laughter.

Shayne groaned, face in the dirt. “I’ve been humbled.”

Courtney tore the bandana off. “I roped something, though!”

Team Three: Angela & Tommy

 Tommy approached with precision, arms folded, already in Game Mode.

Angela, meanwhile, was bouncing slightly on his heels. “Okay, so I have lassoed before—granted, it was a belt loop and a chair leg, but I feel good about this.”

Tommy side-eyed her. “Don’t make me regret this.”

He guided her with shocking clarity—left, left, steady, swing—and when she let it go, it soared in a clean arc…

…and gently landed around Clementine’s neck.

Gasps all around.

“Did we just win the whole game?” Tommy whispered.

Angela smirked. “We roped the pony. That’s a win in my book.”

Clementine sneezed, clearly unimpressed again.

Team Four: Ian & Anthony

When these two stepped up, the chaos was immediate.

“Ian, I swear to God, if you say ‘yeehaw’ one more time—” “YEE-—sorry.”

Anthony stood in front of him like a fed-up schoolteacher. “Just listen to me. No bits. For once in your life.”

Ian pouted. “But I was born for the rope.”

He took two steps, swung wide, and nearly nailed a camera tripod.

A very long, slow silence.

Anthony sighed. “You’re banned from rope.”

Team Five: Amanda & Arasha

Amanda stepped forward with pure confidence. “I grew up on country movies. This is in my blood.”

Arasha blinked. “...I once saw a horse. Does that count?”

“Absolutely not,” Amanda said cheerfully, tossing her bandana on. “We got this.”

Arasha tried her best to guide her, but Amanda had already sprinted full speed across the field, yelling, “YEEHAW!” while swinging the rope above her head like a rodeo queen.

It hit Clementine’s butt.

The pony made an offended noise and trotted a circle in protest.

“Y’all alright?” you called again.

“Great!” Amanda said, grinning. “I call that a direct hit.”

“On the wrong end,” Arasha muttered, facepalming.

When all was said and done, you were laughing so hard your cheeks hurt. The cast gathered again in the middle of the field as Ian tallied scores using an old clipboard and what looked like a cartoonishly large pencil.

“Alright! Time for the final tally,” Alex declared. “Some teams roped with elegance. Others roped with… whatever Ian and Anthony did.”

“That was art,” Ian shouted. “You just didn’t get it.”

Courtney threw a hay bale chunk at his feet.

“Angela and Tommy take the point for fastest clean rope,” Ian announced. “But I think we all agree that Spencer gets the honorary ‘Most Unexpected Cowboy Arc’ ribbon.”

You whooped. “I second that!”

Spencer just looked around like he’d blacked out for the entire event. “Wait, what? What’d I win?”

“Respect,” Damien said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “And possible tetanus.”

“And Clementine’s admiration,” you added, reaching out to gently pluck a piece of glitter out of Spencer’s hair. “She don’t trust easy.”

Spencer, thoroughly flustered, offered a shaky thumbs-up. “Great. Big honor. Thanks. Yeehaw.”

You leaned in with a wink. “You’re startin’ to sound like one of us, cowboy.”

And Spencer didn’t say anything—because he couldn’t say anything.

His brain was still buffering.

The sun had dipped below the hills, leaving the farm bathed in that syrupy golden hour glow. Crickets chirped lazily in the tall grass, fireflies blinked like tiny stage lights, and the air finally cooled enough for people to stop complaining in real-time about heatstroke.

A bonfire crackled at the edge of the field, its orange light flickering across everyone’s faces as they gathered around in mismatched folding chairs, hay bales, and one deflated pool float someone had decided was “rustic.”

You were perched on a log with a s’more in hand, cowboy hat tipped back on your head. Spencer sat across from you, chin in hand, blinking like he was trying not to combust.

Courtney took a huge bite of a marshmallow and pointed at him. “So. You roped the pony.”

Spencer, already mid-sip of water, choked slightly. “Are we still on this?”

“Buddy,” Damien said with mock sympathy, “we will be on this until the end of time.”

“Legend status,” Shayne added. “Right up there with Tommy’s chattering moment and Ian’s two truths and a lie failure.”

Anthony poked at the fire with a stick. “I just want to know how you managed a perfect lasso while blindfolded. That’s, like… divine comedy.”

“He was guided by love,” Amanda said dramatically, clasping her hands together.

You arched a brow, trying not to smirk. “Love?”

“Farm love,” she added with a wink. “Southern tension. There was chemistry in the air.”

Spencer made a strangled noise. “I don’t—what? There was dust in the air.”

“Oh, c’mon,” Tommy said, grinning. “We all saw you blush when Y/N straightened your bandana. You turned the color of a boiled shrimp.”

“I did not!” Spencer protested, half-laughing, half-suffering.

“You did,” Angela said, deadpan. “It was... honestly kind of sweet. Like a middle school dance if it was sponsored by Wrangler.”

Courtney snapped their fingers like they'd cracked a case. “Spencer’s got a farm crush!”

A chorus of “oohs” echoed around the fire like a live studio audience.

Spencer, fully red now, buried his face in his hands. “Why are y’all like this?”

You leaned back, bite of s’more still in hand, and said in your best innocent drawl, “You okay, cowboy? Look a little overheated.”

The group howled.

Shayne was doubled over. Amanda fell off her chair.

“Okay,” Spencer said, pointing at you, “you don’t get to say that while lookin’ like you walked out of a romance cover and lassoed my nervous system.”

“Nervous system?!” Damien howled.

Even Clementine—off in the distance, tied to a post and chewing hay—snorted like she was laughing.

You tipped your hat lower, hiding your smile. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Y’all flirting is louder than Ian yelling ‘Yeehaw,’” Courtney added.

“I regret nothing,” Ian called from where he was roasting a marshmallow at a wildly unsafe angle.

Spencer groaned and melted further into his chair. “Why did I come on this trip.”

“Because fate wanted us to watch you fall in farm love,” Shayne said, holding his hands to the sky. “And we are so blessed.”

You met Spencer’s eyes across the fire, your grin softer now, a quiet twinkle behind it.

“Don’t worry,” you said gently, voice just low enough for him to hear over the others. “They’ll forget by tomorrow.”

He didn’t believe you for a second.

But for the first time all day, he didn’t seem to mind.

Spencer had barely made it out of bed. He was 80% sore, 15% glitter, and 5% internally screaming.

The sun had barely climbed past the trees when Ian announced, far too cheerfully, “Good morning, cowfolk! Today’s challenge is called ‘Love & Livestock!’” He pointed to a line of wooden posts, hay bales, eggs, and… was that a podium?

“I hate it already,” Spencer mumbled to Damien.

“It’s a relay race,” Ian continued. “One partner is the ‘Cowboy,’ the other is the ‘Sweetheart.’ Together, you must complete four farm-themed obstacles, including—but not limited to—egg carrying, goat herding, wheelbarrow sprinting, and romantic communication!”

“Romantic, what now?” Anthony blinked.

Courtney raised a hand. “I’m sorry. Did you say romantic communication?”

You stepped forward, clearly in on the scheme. “That’s right. Each team has to shout a romantic line of encouragement before the final sprint. Extra points for sincerity... or creativity.”

Spencer looked skyward. “Cool. Love that for me.”

“Alright,” Ian clapped his hands, “first team: Spencer and Y/N!”

Everyone erupted in cheers and whistles.

“NO. No no no,” Spencer protested, turning toward Ian. “You did this on purpose.”

Ian was already walking away. “It’s what the people want.”

You were beside Spencer now, all sunshine and smugness, clearly having the time of your life. “C’mon, partner,” you teased. “You ready to prove your love to the livestock?”

“I swear if one of these obstacles involves Carl, I’m out.”

Obstacle One: Egg on a Spoon

Spencer stared at the wooden spoon like it was a cursed relic. You, meanwhile, stood behind the start line, gently stretching like you were about to run the Kentucky Derby.

“Alright,” you said, handing him the spoon. “Balance the egg on this. Walk in a straight line to the fence post, round the bale, and come back. Easy.”

Spencer narrowed his eyes. “Nothing on this trip has been easy.”

“Consider it a test of grace under pressure,” you said sweetly. “Like love. Or avoiding Carl.”

From the sidelines, Courtney shouted, “Walk like you’re carrying Y/N’s heart in your mouth!”

“Oh my god,” Spencer muttered, stuffing the spoon between his lips.

As he began his awkward shuffle down the track, the entire cast broke into an impromptu chant of “He’s got her heart! Don’t drop it!”

He wobbled left.

He wobbled right.

You jogged alongside him, hands on your hips, voice syrupy-smooth. “Steady now, darlin’. Don’t you dare crack under pressure.”

Spencer made a muffled noise—something like “You’re not helping!” but it came out as “Mph mm hngghff!”

He was two feet from the bale when a butterfly flew past his face.

He flinched.

The egg rocketed into the air like a tiny doomed UFO—then splattered on his shirt.

Silence.

Spencer stared down at himself. “Cool. Romantic yolk. Symbolic.”

You giggled, reaching over to pluck a bit of shell off his shoulder. “Guess you scrambled.”

From the background, Shayne yelled, “You scrambled the relationship, man!”

Obstacle Two: Goat Herding

“Alright,” you said, unlocking the small corral gate. “All you gotta do is get these three goats into that little pen over there. Use the treat bucket if you need.”

Spencer nodded, dead serious. “Copy. Goats. Pen. I’ve seen ‘Charlotte’s Web.’ I’m emotionally prepared.”

You handed him the bucket.

He stepped into the pen.

Carl the rooster immediately charged the gate, flaring his wings like he’d been waiting all night for a rematch.

Spencer backpedaled. “I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOAT HERDING—WHY IS THERE A MINIBOSS?”

Carl pecked his boot with surgical precision. The goats bleated with interest, clearly invested in the chaos.

“Maybe... maybe start with gentle persuasion?” you suggested.

Spencer turned to the goats, crouched low, and held out a handful of treats. “Okay, listen. I’m not from here. I’m a man from the internet. But we don’t have to be enemies.”

One goat trotted toward him.

Spencer smiled—then it headbutted his thigh and bolted past him.

“I’M LOSING TO A FARM,” he shouted.

The second goat just… sat down and refused to move. The third followed Carl like it had better things to do.

“Your aura’s all messed up,” Amanda called helpfully. “Goats are intuitive.”

You leaned on the fence, eyes twinkling. “Maybe they sense the unresolved romantic tension.”

Spencer spun. “What tension?!”

“You tell me, sugar.”

The goat behind him bleated.

And pooped.

Obstacle Three: Wheelbarrow Sprint

You flopped into the rusted metal wheelbarrow with a dramatic sigh, adjusting your bandana and resting your boots on the edge like royalty.

Spencer gripped the handles with a weary look. “Is this revenge for the goats?”

You popped a marshmallow in your mouth from your pocket stash. “Nope. This is character development.”

He lifted the handles—and immediately struggled. “Okay. Wow. Either this thing’s made of concrete or you’ve been secretly lifting hay bales for sport.”

“Shut up and push, cowboy.”

The track was a bumpy, uneven loop around the barn. Spencer sprinted, dodging rocks and tufts of grass. You cheered like a pageant queen on a parade float.

“You’re doin’ great, sweetheart! Real strong—real capable—just don’t hit that—”

He hit a rock.

The wheelbarrow veered sharply, nearly launching you into the grass.

“WE’RE GOOD!” he yelled, correcting course. “WE’RE FINE!”

You were doubled over with laughter, one hand braced on the rim. “My spine disagrees!”

As they rounded the final turn, Spencer lost steam. He wheezed. “Why did no one tell me this was a leg day episode?!”

Shayne called from the sidelines, “Love makes you stronger, bro!”

Damien added, “Or just sweaty and confused!”

As Spencer crossed the finish line and dropped the handles, you tumbled out onto the grass with a dramatic roll.

“10 outta 10 dismount,” Courtney announced.

“I’m seeing spots,” Spencer panted.

“Those are just fireflies,” you whispered, lying beside him. “You didn’t die.”

“...Emotionally, I did.”

Obstacle Four: Romantic Declaration

Now it was time for the final piece—the dramatic confession.

Spencer stood in the middle of the field, sweaty, dirt-streaked, possibly concussed by love. The entire cast formed a semi-circle behind you, phones out, ready to document everything.

You crossed your arms, eyebrows raised. “Alright, cowboy. Final step. Woo me. Loudly.”

Spencer stared at you for a long moment.

The group held its collective breath.

Then, Spencer took a step forward, raised his arms to the sky, and bellowed:

“IF THIS WEEK HAS TAUGHT ME ANYTHING, IT’S THAT I’D CHASE GOATS, WHEELBARROW A GODDESS, AND EAT RAW GLITTER IF IT MEANT YOU’D KEEP CALLING ME DARLIN’!”

Silence.

Then uproar.

Damien screamed. Amanda actually fell over. Angela wheezed. Even Clementine let out a single unimpressed snort like she couldn’t believe the audacity.

You blinked once.

Twice.

Then tipped your hat low, smirking. “You passed.”

Spencer blinked. “What does that mean?!”

Ian blew the whistle. “TIME! They win!”

Spencer stared up at the sky, dramatically collapsing into the dirt. “Tell my story.”

You stood over him, shadows dancing across your face. “I’ll make sure it’s a good one, sugar.”

And just like that, he was done for.

The chaos of the day had finally dimmed.

The crew had scattered across the bunkhouse, the barn, and wherever they’d passed out in exhaustion. Someone’s leftover s’more sat half-melted on a paper plate, and Carl had (mercifully) gone quiet for the night.

The fire pit still glowed faintly, low embers pulsing like a heartbeat in the grass.

You stepped out of the bunkhouse, hoodie thrown over your top, holding a mason jar of lemonade. The air was thick with summer, soft and humming with crickets.

Spencer was already out there—lying flat on his back in the grass a few feet from the fire, arms folded behind his head, gaze fixed skyward. His glasses were perched slightly crooked on his nose, and his shirt still had a smudge of dirt across the sleeve.

You didn’t say anything at first.

Just padded over and dropped into the grass beside him, close enough for your knees to brush.

He glanced over and smiled. It wasn’t his usual sarcastic grin or chaotic one-liner expression. Just… tired. Soft. Warm.

“Hey,” he said quietly.

“Hey, yourself.”

You both looked up at the stars—dozens of them, bright and wild in a way they never were in the city. The Milky Way stretched overhead, glowing faintly like some spilled-glitter accident across the sky.

Spencer let out a breath. “I forgot how many stars there are out here. I’m used to like, six. Maybe one bold planet.”

You smiled, tracing a constellation with your finger. “Out here, you’ve got the whole galaxy if you want it.”

A pause.

Then he added, voice quieter: “Can’t lie. I’m still emotionally recovering from that goat herding. That was... humbling.”

“Carl’s a menace,” you said, tone affectionate.

Spencer chuckled. “I think I saw my life flash before my eyes. There were... memes. So many memes.”

You tilted your head toward him, resting on your elbow. “You did good today. All things considered.”

“Even when I yelled my feelings in a field?”

“Especially then.”

He didn’t reply for a second, just blinked up at the stars.

“You know,” he said slowly, “I was gonna say something earlier. After the race. When you asked me to ‘woo’ you.”

“Oh, I remember.”

“I panicked.”

“I also remember.”

You grinned, and he looked over at you, a little sheepish, a little earnest. The space between you buzzed with something unspoken.

“But,” he continued, “since there’s no goat-chasing now, no glitter mines, no one screaming ‘YEEHAW!’… I’ll try again.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Right now?”

He nodded, voice quiet. “Right now.”

“I also remember.”

You grinned, and he looked over at you, a little sheepish, a little earnest. The space between you buzzed with something unspoken.

“But,” he continued, “since there’s no goat-chasing now, no glitter mines, no one screaming ‘YEEHAW!’… I’ll try again.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Right now?”

He nodded, voice quiet. “Right now.”

The night wrapped around you both like a soft quilt, warm and slow. Spencer sat up slightly, bracing on one elbow to face you.

I think you’re incredible,” he said simply. “Funny. Cool under pressure. Completely terrifying with a rope. And I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing around you.”

Your breath caught, just slightly.

“But every time you say ‘darlin’,’ I forget what my own name is.”

You let out a soft laugh, blinking down at your jar of lemonade. “You don’t gotta flirt with me under starlight like we’re in a country song, Spence.”

“Not flirting,” he said. “I mean, yes, I am, but… I also mean it.”

The quiet buzzed a little louder now, closer to your heartbeat than the crickets.

You looked back at him. “You don’t always have to be charming, y’know.”

He smiled. “Then I’m in trouble. That’s most of my skill set.”

You shook your head, laughing. “You’re ridiculous.”

He didn’t look away. “But you like it.”

“…Yeah,” you said softly. “I do.”

And for a moment, neither of you needed to say anything else.

The stars above blinked on, steady and wide. Somewhere inside, the crew snored, laughed in their sleep, or muttered about goats.

But out there, under a sky too big to hold all the feelings starting to crack open between you—

You and Spencer just sat, and existed, and felt.

Together.

The next morning broke with golden sunlight, damp grass, and the uneasy quiet that only meant one thing on this farm: chaos was coming.

Spencer had just finished sipping from his emergency Kickstart when Ian appeared out of nowhere, breaking the stillness of a morning that smelled like dewy grass and distant livestock. Somewhere behind the barn, a cow mooed lazily, and a chorus of birds chirped from the treetops, blending into the soft rustle of wind through the fields. megaphone in hand.

“GOOD MORNING, PARTNERS!” Ian shouted with too much energy for 8:02 a.m. “It’s time for your FINAL Summer Games challenge: The Great Eggscape!”

You raised a brow. “This gonna involve actual chickens or just, like, metaphorical ones?” Worried about putting the hens in any stressful environment.

“Both,” Ian beamed. “We cleared it with your dad. Here’s how it works: each team must collect five eggs scattered around the chicken yard and return them to the basket at the fence. Fastest time wins.”

Spencer frowned. “That sounds… suspiciously simple.”

Courtney stepped up with a clipboard. “Forgot to mention—Carl’s guarding the eggs.”

Spencer froze. “Carl? Carl the rooster?”

From the shadows, a single ba-kawk rang out. Sinister. Personal.

“YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID, AGNEW,” Courtney added in a low growl. “Ever since that time you accidentally knocked over his feed bucket during the rehearsal shoot, he’s had it out for you.”

The chicken yard had been turned into a mini obstacle course—scattered hay, tiny wooden bridges, fake cacti for aesthetic, and at least two dozen plastic and real eggs hidden around the space. But standing dead center like a feathery war general…

Carl.

Tail puffed. Wings out. Eyes locked on Spencer like he owed him money.

You clapped Spencer on the shoulder, trying not to laugh. “Guess you’re up first.”

He looked at you, horrified. “This is how I die.”

“No,” you said sweetly. “This is how you win my heart.”

“Same difference.”

He stepped into the chicken yard like it was a minefield.

The timer started. The cast counted down. “3… 2… 1—GO!”

Spencer sprinted, ducking under a string of bunting and snatching the first two eggs with surprising agility.

“Okay, okay,” he muttered to himself. “This is fine. No poultry problems. Just eggs. Just—”

BA-KAWK!

Carl swooped in from the left like a dive-bombing missile.

“AHHHHH!” Spencer shrieked, dropping an egg as he dodged the bird.

The cast howled.

“HE’S BACK FOR BLOOD!” yelled Damien, from atop the fence.

Carl flapped his wings dramatically and gave chase. Spencer ran a zig-zag pattern through the hay bales, yelling, “I DIDN’T EVEN LOOK AT YOUR HENS!”

You were doubled over laughing, holding your basket.

“Spence!” you called. “Over here—two more!”

He dove behind a coop, grabbed the eggs—and then Carl launched from the roof like a villain in a Fast & Furious movie.

Spencer flailed, landed hard in a pile of feathers, and emerged with one cracked egg and grass in his hair.

“I want it known,” he gasped, sprinting toward you, “that I have fought literal chickens for your honor!”

You held the basket out. He dumped the eggs in and collapsed at your feet.

Shayne and Courtney approached the pen like trained spies. Carl ignored them completely.

Ian and Anthony made it halfway before Anthony tripped and invented new curse words.

Amanda and Arasha worked silently, efficiently, and somehow found all their eggs without being attacked once.

Spencer, still on the ground, muttered, “Why me?”

You smirked. “He only attacks threats.”

“…I’m gonna take that as a compliment.”

Courtney checked the stopwatch. “Despite being mauled by poultry… Spencer won by five seconds!”

Everyone clapped. Someone started chanting “CARL! CARL! CARL!”

You dropped the basket on the haystack and turned to Spencer, dusting feathers off his shoulder. “You alright, cowboy?”

“Mentally? No. Physically? Still feeling egg yolk in places I didn’t know existed.”

You grinned. “You really did all that for me?”

Spencer stood up straighter. “I’d do it again. Probably cry a little harder, though.”

You stepped in close. “Well, lucky for you… you don’t have to.”

Before he could respond, you kissed him.

His breath caught mid-thought, every word he might’ve said instantly forgotten. For a second, all the chaos faded—the goat bleats, the chants, even Carl’s indignant squawk in the background. Spencer’s mind, usually a nonstop parade of sarcasm and overthinking, just… quieted.

It was soft, a little messy thanks to the feathers still stuck to his shirt, but it was real. And in that barnyard, with hay underfoot and your hand resting lightly on his chest, he felt like the whole week had led to this exact ridiculous, perfect moment.

When you pulled away, Spencer’s heart was doing something suspiciously dramatic in his chest. His glasses were slightly crooked, but his grin was straight out of a romance novel.

He blinked. "Okay. That definitely counts as a win."

Right there in the barnyard, surrounded by cheers, goat bleats, and the faint squawk of a very offended rooster—you kissed him.

And Spencer melted into it, feathers and all.

When you pulled back, he was grinning like a fool. “Worth it?”

You winked. “Every cluckin’ second.”

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic June 29 - prompt 29: Quest [word count 815]

It had started innocently enough, with James bursting into the dorm, Peter in tow, as Sirius was looking at the new Bowie record.

"Have you seen Moony?"

"You mean Remus? Remus John Lupin? Remus my boyfriend?" Sirius had beamed.

"Yes," James had rolled his eyes. "The fact that we've all suffered through you two pining after each other for years does not give you the right to correct us now that you're finally together."

"No, I haven't seen him since lunch, why?" Sirius had answered, ignoring the last remark.

"He was supposed to tutor a group of first years, but he didn't show up," Peter had frowned. "It's not like him."

"We have that Transfiguration essay for tomorrow, he's probably in the library with it and has forgotten to look at the hour," Sirius had said, getting up. "Let's go fetch him."

But Remus hadn't been at the library, and after combing through it they had looked at each other, confused.

"Maybe he remembered and went to the study group?" James had said.

"That's obviously what happened," Sirius had grinned. "Come on lads, let's move on the next step in the quest to find my boyfriend!"

Both Peter and James had groaned but had followed him all the same.

That had been three hours before. Now it was way after dinner, they had roamed every Hogwarts corridor and still no trace of Remus. At one point they had gone back to the dorm in the hope of finding him there and if not of finally using the Map to look for him only to find out Remus was not there and the Map, usually tucked under James's pillow, was nowhere to be found. They had started up again, increasingly worried, splitting to cover more ground. Sirius was now walking in a seventh floor corridor, wand in hand, trying to think clearly. Remus had the map, so he was probably just moving away from them as soon as they got close. But why? It didn't make sense for him to hide. There had been no fights between them and the Full was far away enough not to influence him. What if something had happened? What if Snivellus and his goons had gotten to him?

"Moony, where are you?" Sirius said out loud, leaning against the wall. "Please, I need to find you."

He almost screamed when a door appeared at his back and started opening under his weight.

"Fuck," he said, stumbling inside a room that looked like a cozy book nook, shelves all around and a roaring fire.

On the couch, Remus was sitting with his arms around his knees, his gaze lost somewhere.

"Moony!" Sirius exclaimed, bouncing near him. "Where have you been all this time, I was worried sick! And so are the others."

"You were worried?" Remus looked at him, his eyes strangely shining.

"My boyfriend disappeared without warning, taking the Map with him, of course I was worried."

"The Map would have been useless anyway even if I had left it behind," Remus said. "The Room of Requirement is Unplottable."

"That's what it's called then?" Sirius said. "A magical book nook."

"It becomes whatever you most need in that moment."

"Oh, that's why I was able to find you then, I really wished to," Sirius smiled, flopping by his side on the couch. "You still haven't told me why you're hiding."

"It's nothing," Remus said quickly, turning his head.

"Moons," Sirius took his hand, "it's obviously something, and as your boyfriend I want to know how to make you feel better."

"It's just that. What if I'm not enough to be your boyfriend?" Remus looked at him. "I was going to the tutoring group earlier and I caught some of them talking about us."

"What did they say?" Sirius sighed.

He had been bracing himself for the comments as soon as they had decided to come out publicly. Whatever small-minded people had to say about two guys dating would in any case get nowhere near his parents' fury when they would find out.

"That you could do better than me."

Sirius stared at Remus.

"Better?"

"Yes, I'm not enough for you, I'm too shy, too awkward, too ugly, too fragile..." Remus's voice was trembling.

"Fuck those people," Sirius took Remus's face in his hands. "They're not dating you, I am. And you're gorgeous, and kind, and compassionate, and so smart... I couldn't ask for anything better than you."

"Really?"

"Really," Sirius smiled, leaning in for a kiss.

They kissed for a long time, Sirius hell-bent on making sure Remus would not only forget those comments but also the effect they had had on him. It was only when the couch collapsed, turning into a giant bed that they both looked up.

"Oh, Room of Requirement in that sense," Sirius smirked.

"Shut up and come here, cariad," Remus smiled, pulling him back.

[noaanotfound]

I LOVE YOU, ALWAYS

pairing: Se-Mi x f!reader

warnings: violence

synopsis: you don't know where Se-Mi is. She doesn't answer your calls, nor your messages, so you try every possible way to find her.

content: this gives pure depression

wc: 3.2k

a/n: this is like the best fic I've ever written. I was going to say I'm sorry in advance but, actually, I'm not 😇

“The number you have dialed is not in service at this time. Please leave a-“

Your hands were shaking, the beep of the call ringing, your breathing becoming heavier.

This was the third day. Third day since you’ve been calling non-stop, sending messages, asking people around. And still, you didn’t get an answer.

Everything between you and Se-mi looked fine, felt fine. Why did she leave leaving no trace? Was she okay? You couldn’t stop your mind from thinking that something happened to her. Something bad. Because how could she do that with no reason? That wasn’t her. Your instinct told you there was something else, something deeper.

You decided to call again. That damn beep sounding for the eighteenth time that afternoon. This time, you stayed until the ‘please leave a message after the tone’.

“Se-mi… are you okay? Please tell me if you are, where the hell are you? I’ve been looking for you, asking people about you, sending messages and calling. I… I don’t even know what else to do” Your voice broke through the phone, but you didn’t care about it anymore. “Don’t leave me, please. Not like this. Did I do anything wrong? I’ll apologize, I swear. But please, just tell me something, anything” A pause was heard. “I love you”

You waited for five minutes, felt like two whole damn hours. You spent those minutes looking at the clock, hearing the sound it made every second. Then, you started writing more messages. You lost count of how many you had already sent.

“Please tell me you’re okay. Say something”

“I miss you, come home”

“I’m sorry if I did something. I love you”

“If something happened, tell me where you are. I don’t care if you’re in the fucking Antartica, I’ll go. Right now. I’ll do anything.”

“Please tell me you’re safe”

“Are you going to choose to keep playing next time?” Min-us asked, not judging, just curious. She shook her head. “Why?”

The room felt tense, smaller than other days. They could hear people planning things, making groups. But they were going to end up dying anyway, that was the harsh truth behind all of this.

Se-mi was sitting next to Min-su on the stairs between two rows of beds. No one else was near.

“I have something to fight for outside here” She looked at the floor. “Someone”

The younger one didn’t say anything, but he turned his face to her, allowing her to keep talking.

“She’s… the most beautiful human being to ever exist, you know? You should see her” She turned her gaze to meet his. “I know she would hate this fucking place, and I know she would hate that I decided to get in too. Even without knowing about the killing part”

Min-su nodded. “I'm sure she would understand”

“She would. She always does” While she was talking about you, about her girl, her smile was genuine and her eyes sparkly as ever.

Her smile slowly faded away when she remembered something. “Min-su, can you do me a favor?”

Min-su was surprised, but he quickly nodded, a little bit nervously. “What is it?”

“If something happens to me…” She put her hands inside her pants pocket, taking out a folded piece of paper. “Can you give it to her? The address is in the paper”

The boy's mouth opened and closed a few times because he really didn't know what to say. Of course he would do it, if he survived, but hearing those words was harsh. Especially coming from her.

From what he could know in those three days, Se-mi wasn't the type of person to open up easily or talk about personal matters. So, since she was talking about that, it should be very important for her.

Min-su rubbed the back of his neck. “Yes… sure”

Se-mi smiled and handed him the letter. “Hey, don't open it, I told her where the body is hidden in that”

Min-su laughed a bit awkwardly, his usual laugh, followed by Se-mi’s.

They didn't know that was going to be their last laugh together.

It was rainy. You didn’t even know which day it was. You just knew this was the fifth day and Se-mi didn’t send a single message, didn’t call.

You tried everything. You went outside everyday to try to find her somewhere, you continued asking, calling and texting. Still nothing.

What were you doing wrong?

You thought about people who could want to hurt her, to do something to her. She did have debts, but you didn’t know who she owed her money to. You did ask, but she didn’t want to tell you.

Now, you understood she didn’t want to put you in danger.

There was still a chance that she just left. You preferred it, because that would mean she’s okay. All you cared about was her being fine. You couldn’t cry anymore, there were no more tears in your eyes because you just couldn’t let it all out.

You sighed, got up from the couch and grabbed a hoodie and some pants. You didn’t even grab an umbrella.

Well, not a hoodie, her hoodie. It was her favorite.

That was why you thought something happened to her. She left with no clothes and no money. She couldn’t be out there without that.

When you stepped out of your building, you felt the rain dropping on your skin. You closed your eyes for a couple of seconds. Her hoodie felt like her, felt like she was hugging you.

You wished it was like that.

Your feet started moving, almost automatically. You decided to go search through dark alleys, the ones where shit happened. Everyone in that street knew it. If someone took her, they must be there.

No one was outside. You were the only person there, because you were mad in love.

You remembered what you told her that night when you were on the couch. “I love you, always”. You swore to yourself that you’d never, ever, stop loving her. Because your heart knew it. You wouldn’t stop loving her, not even if you wanted to.

You pulled up your hood to cover yourself a bit from the rain and started looking at the sides of the street, searching for some places that might look suspicious.

The first alley looked like a poor neighborhood, clothes were hung out in the street, broken bicycles were everywhere. Even the smell was weird. But nothing, no one was there.

Same thing happened with the second one: an alley with a lot of bars with lights. The only ones there were just alcoholics, or drug addicts. But no one was exactly dangerous.

Just when you were going to walk out of the third alley, someone grabbed you from your shoulder and made you turn around. It was a tall man with a big beard, you could see tattoos all over his arms.

The typical ‘tough’ guy, you thought.

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at him with no hint of any fear. “What do you want?”

“Aren’t you Se-mi’s girl?” His voice was rough and deep. You could smell the scent of alcohol.

Something lit up in your eyes. He knew her. Maybe he knew where she was. But you weren’t going to be that obvious.

“I am. Again, what the hell do you want?” You shook your shoulder, getting rid of his hold on you.

“Same attitude, no doubt you’re her partner” He said that in a way of derision. “Where the fuck is that bitch? She still owes me money, you know that right?” He got closer.

You didn’t buy it. If someone did something to her, it must have been him. You took a step closer, showing you didn’t care about him.

“You’re the one who knows where she is” You pushed him in the shoulder.

He quickly grabbed you by the collar of the hoodie, making your hood fall off. You gasped. “Listen, little piece of shit, if I had any idea of where she is I would have beat the shit out of her already”

It was impossible not to be nervous with that man grabbing you, but you kept on talking. “You talk too much, but you don’t do anything. Who’s the little piece of shit then?” You knew you shouldn’t, but you spit him on the face.

He instantly threw you to the floor with force when you did that. You fell on your elbows and your face showed that it definitely had hurt. He lowered himself to the floor and grabbed you again.

You didn’t expect him to do it, but he did. He punched you, right on the side of your face. You fell on your side, supporting your whole body to the floor with one arm.

“I don’t care where she is. I don’t care if she’s dead or alive. But that money is mine. If she doesn’t pay me, you’re going to” Then, he grabbed you by the face. “And if you don’t, you’re going to be disappearing too”

He finally walked out from your sight. You could feel blood coming out of your face, but you instantly got up. It hurt, but still not knowing where she was hurt more.

Se-mi's dad was a drug addict and a compulsive gambler. Since her mom was dead too, when he died, all his debts were transferred to her. It wasn't her fault.

You came out of the alley at a fast pace. Your breathing was so heavy, you couldn’t breathe. You put your hand on a wall and folded your knees, pressing your chest with your other hand.

You tried to breathe, you definitely tried. But you couldn’t. That’s when you noticed tears were running down your eyes. You couldn’t stop them.

Your knees fell to the floor and your back pressed to the wall. You closed your eyes, tried to breathe three consecutive times and failed. You punched your chest, tried to make your lungs work.

It felt like hours until your breathing came out again. But tears never stopped flowing. You didn’t know if someone saw you, but if they did, no one did anything.

Where the hell was she? You wanted to be with her again, to feel her arms surrounding you, her lips on yours. Everything. You couldn’t be without her, what would you even do?

Your world was falling apart piece by piece.

Ninth day.

You didn’t leave your bed for two days. You couldn’t. What was the point anymore?

Then, your door bell rang. You waited four seconds, your eyes opened instantly. Was it Se-mi? Did she come back?

Please, let it be her.

You got out of bed in the split of a second, you ran towards your door and grabbed the telephone next to it.

“Se-mi?” Your breath sounded heavier, and your voice desperate.

“There’s a package for you”

You couldn’t believe it. You threw the telephone to the ground, left it handing over the cable. You fell to your knees again.

You punched the floor. You screamed. You cried.

And then, you walked down the stairs with your pajamas, without any shoes.

When you reached the door and opened it, there was a black envelope with a red little lace on it on the floor. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused. But you grabbed it.

You entered your house again, sat on the couch, took a deep breath and opened the envelope. It looked like there were two papers inside it. You took out the first one.

You didn’t notice that your hands were shaking when you unfolded the paper. Right when you saw the first damn letter, you knew whose handwriting that was.

Your hand came up to your mouth, to silence the sobs that were going to come out.

To my everything,

I’m writing this at night, I think. I don’t know what hour it is. No one knows. At least they were human enough to give me a paper and a pen.

If I didn’t give this to you myself, I’m probably not here anymore. You know you were, are, and will always be the love of my life. I want to show you that more, but I don’t know if I’ll have time for that. I hope you’re okay, you always find a way to be.

I want you to know that you have to get through this. Don’t get stuck, not for me. I want you to live. I got in this shit to finally pay off my doubts, to not put you in danger. I have you in my mind every day, every fucking day. I want to get through this for you, but this is… I don’t even have words. It’s cruel. So much.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not making it out, for every damn mistake I made about us… I’m sorry for everything I can’t tell you I feel sorry for anymore. When I sleep, I dream about hugging you. Remember that time you wanted a flower but it wasn’t allowed to take one and I did and then the police came? I’d do it again. I’d do everything for you, I swear. I’m also sorry for not telling you about this, I didn’t want you to get worried. You would have said to me that it was crazy. I didn’t tell you because I know that if you asked me not to go, I wouldn’t. But I don’t want my problems to eat you alive.

Please, remember me. You’re the most important person in the whole universe for me. The way you always succeed to make me calm, the way you find solutions for every problem, the way you love so deeply. Don’t ever forget how much I love you.

You’re my everything in every universe.

Love you, always,

Se-mi.

Tears started falling when you started reading the first damn word.

You were right, something did happen to her. But being dead? You didn't expect it at that limit. You couldn't believe she was gone just like that.

One day she was holding you and the next she was just… gone.

The worst thing is that you don't know where, how, what was that place she was talking about. Why didn't she call the police? She probably didn't have her phone, but…

You didn't even know what you were thinking about. Your gaze stopped on a random place in your room for minutes, Se-mi’s letter still shaking on your hands, your whole body tense.

It was like the whole world stopped. Your world.

Because your world was Se-mi.

What were you going to do without her? How did she expect you to keep going, to not get stuck?

Then, you remembered there was another letter there. You sighed shakily and took it in your hands. When you opened it, the handwriting wasn't the same one.

The handwriting looked messy, like someone was shaking while writing it.

I'm Min-su. I met Se-mi in the games. She was the one who told me to give this to you if something happened to her. I convinced a guard to send this to you if I don't make it out.

I'm writing this hours after she died. After she was killed. I thought you'd want to know what happened to her.

This place is… somewhere where desperate people like me, like us, have a choice to pay off their doubts. They offered this to us by playing ddakji. If you won, you'd get money, and if you didn't you'd get slapped. After this, they gave us a card with these symbols △□○ written on it and a number on the other side. We called and they got us here. We didn't know, I swear we didn't. They make us play children's games and if you fail, you get killed. I know this sounds crazy, but I swear it is what's happening.

We had to vote to keep playing or to stop and go home. The first option won, because most of the players needed more money. Everytime someone's killed, they add money to the prize.

The lights went off and on every single second. People started killing each other with anything they had. It was a game for them. Nam-gyu, that idiot, he killed her.

I tried. I swear I tried. I threw a bottle, but I just couldn't… I couldn't. I'm sorry.

She voted to go home last time, and she told me it was because of you, because she had someone to fight for outside here. Someone worth this place. She told me that she loved you, deeply did. That you were the most beautiful human being she had ever seen. Just by her eyes, I could tell how much she loved you. Her eyes lit up that time when she talked about you.

Se-mi was the only human person here. She helped me, every time. Every single time. And I didn't. Right when I had to, I didn't.

It's my fault. I'm sorry.

-Min-su.

What were you supposed to do in that situation? You couldn't take it.

Who was that guy, Nam-gyu? You wanted to find him, to kill him for what he did. You felt angry, sad, desperate.

Broken.

You felt thankful for that guy, Min-su, for telling you how she… died. That word was difficult to say, to think about it even.

But what did he mean when he said he couldn't do it, that he tried? You wouldn't have more answers. And that felt like someone kicking your stomach.

Your heart was ripped apart.

You pushed your knees to your chest and you hugged your knees with your arms, resting your head on them. You cried, you cried out loud because you couldn't hold it anymore.

There was no place to talk to her, to feel her loss. Not a cemetery, not a coffin, not her body.

A year has passed since you received those letters. You still kept them next to your bed because you still read Se-mi’s some nights befores sleeping.

Well, you couldn't even sleep.

But you just couldn't read Min-su's. You couldn't read how he died anymore, because your mind started making scenarios. You had nightmares about it.

You still called her sometimes. Because there was still a piece of you that hoped to hear her voice again. But that didn't happen.

Now, you were sitting on a bench in front of a lake. That's where your first kiss with her happened, when she asked you to make it official, when everything started.

You knew she was the one since the first day. And you know she did too.

You started going out without feeling bad a month ago, hanging out with friends. She was still on your mind every single second, but you accomplished her last wish.

It was the time of the sunset. You were looking at the sky. You weren't religious, but if she was somewhere there, you wanted her to know that you still love her and always will.

A year felt like three without her. You couldn't sleep on her side of the bed, you couldn't eat her favorite foods, nor her favorite drinks. Sometimes, you took one of her clothes out of the wardrobe and hugged it while you slept.

You were still dealing with loss and pain, you'd be dealing with that forever. But you did what she wanted, you lived. You didn't get stuck.

Because like she said, you always found a way to be fine. A solution.

Or, at least, tried to.

Because you loved her, always.

[chara-cat5]

lads isekai au ch 10

reader is gender neutral, warning: swearing, mdni

masterlist

first 1

previous 9

next 11

(q/a for any confused readers!!)

caleb got the week off. a weeks vacation from the fleet he decided to spend with the two of you. you and mia decided to share a room while he took yours, not wanting to doom him to the couch. but you all did cuddle there. you were used to mia's casual touches, and understood as close as they were, they'd be touchy too. but tell me why you were smooshed between them?

"can you pass my drink over?"

mia let out a hum, grabbing caleb's soda from the side table and stealing a sip before handing it off. he reached over you, taking it with a huff.

"that wasn't an invite to steal some."

"it was just a tax for giving it to you."

"tax my ass! you have your own pips!"

do you know how you got here? no. but it's nice. it feels normal after missions and wanderers and sylus. from the photo books, you had assumed only you and mia were close, but you supposed that you would have been spending time with him as well. caleb wouldn't have left his pipsqueak for long. there had been plenty of photos of birthdays, sleepovers, and playdates together. when the soda makes it's trip back towards mia, you snatch it, taking a sip yourself. caleb lets out a squawk while mia cackles with amusement.

"not you too poppy!"

"yes! join the dark side!"

you let out your own laugh, handing off the soda to mia who finished it. caleb whine, flopping back against the couch.

"i'm being ganged up on. this is hardly fair..."

"sucks to suck, buddy."

caleb retaliated by poking into mia's side, pulling a squeak from her lips.

"i'm gonna go get another. you two, behave."

while he got up to get another soda, the two of you watched the tv. after a bit, mia hummed softly, tapping your arm.

"you doing okay? you've been real quiet... i'm sorry if caleb being here startled you. i just thought maybe with him around, you might... talk to me."

you felt a fresh pang of guilt, you hand coming to rest over hers. blocking her out was hardly fair, especially when on her end, she had done nothing wrong. if anything, you were the one hiding things.

"oh- no, mia, i'm sorry. i understand why. and i'm sorry i haven't... explained. i just have a lot on my mind... i guess i'm a little scared to ruin everything..."

"you could never ruin everything."

she completely turned to face you, taking both your hands in hers.

"you are my best friend. i've known you since i was 10. i'm going nowhere, you understand? you are stuck with me."

you bit your lip, squeezing her hands as conflicting emotions washed over you. you weren't who she thought you were. but you did care for her.

"... even though it involves sylus...?"

she seems surprised with the uses of his name, a beat passing before she recovered herself. right, she had called him skye before in front of you.

"... even though it involves sylus. i'm sure it's just a misunderstanding. we can figure it out together."

you huffed softly, closing your eyes. mia took the moment to press her forehead to yours, intertwining your fingers.

it wasn't her fault really. she had no way of knowing what this would do to you.

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your eyes fluttered open, soft beams of light shining through dappled leaves and window panes. you sigh happily as the smell of herbs permeate the air, born from the drying plants hanging around your cabin. the bird song outside is muffled, but it brings even more peace to a relaxing morning.

you're a witch of the woods. someone only spoken of in fear and distrust by the nearest village- a village miles from your hidden cottage. but who needs them? not you, clearly. are you lonely? maybe, but being lonely is sometimes better then being hurt. a lesson you took to heart years ago.

"good morning, baby boy. did you sleep well?"

you cooed softly to the sleepy ball of fur at the end of your bed, some mix between wild and domestic you never bothered to look into. he's your adopted son, thats all that mattered. your mornings were always slow and lazy. there was no need to rush in getting dressed in loose fitting tunics and pants. your hair was easily and messily tucked in a half up do, longer loose stands framing your face. tossing over a long, enchanted cape for bugs and you could happily leave the house for foraging. of course, every plan was ruined when you were met with a lost looking girl on your doorstep.

she startled when she saw you, standing straighter and gripping her bag strap.

"are you the witch who lives here?"

"no, i'm their cat."

you replied sarcastically, closing the door and deciding to just ignore her. she was probably after some potion or other to fix one problem or another. it's better to see if she gives up then give in right away. forage like usual.

you ignored the hesitant footsteps behind you as you threaded through trees and plant growth, picking whatever you happened to need. berries here, sprigs there. she followed through it all, a few steps back. silent and watching, waiting. she didn't bother to speak until you returned to the cottage, hesitating in your door as you placed your basket on the counter.

"... do you make potions?"

"sure i do. do i make potions for lost little girls? that is another question."

she huffed at that, seeming to grow braver with her indignant answer.

"one, i'm not a little girl. two, i'm not lost. i wanted to find you and i did."

you glanced up as she stood across your counter, narrowing your eyes.

"thirdly, i am willing to pay whatever price you may have. then i will happily leave you to your foraging."

brave, this one. sassy too.

"... fine. go fill that bucket with water. the river is a straight shot past the willow tree. don't get lost and i'll consider it."

she seemed hesitant to take your offer, but it wasn't for long. she left you, bucket in hand, allowing you to finish organizing your herbs before she returned.

once you had everything settled, bucket of water included, you sat across from the strange girl. her aura held power, her fate intertwined with so much that it was more of a balled up knot then a stand of thread. despite her age, you could see a tiredness in her eyes, a tiredness that spoke of experience and heartbreak.

"why don't we start with names. my name is mia."

you gave her your own, saying only your given name, lacking any embellishments. it seemed to slightly annoy her, most likely finding your tone too dismissive, but you both ignored it.

"getting straight to business, i need you to make a memory potion for me. i need to forget."

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hello!!

i come bearing both a new chapter annnnnnd art!

this would be what mia/mc is wearing in the card. it's a little messy cause i pumped it out in like 30-45 minutes, but this is the general idea. i already have a design for yours too, but well... its a card pair, isn't it? :)

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[jjwolves]

Could I request reader getting series Ena a gift? Maybe a cute plushie or a little accessory like a bracelet or something? I think she deserves to have nice things. 🥺

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What: 5 Part ENA X Reader Imagine Where You Get Her a Gift for Her Birthday

Who: ENA from ENA (By Joel G)

How Much: ~1400 Words, ~7 mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G

Warnings: None

ENA was chattering while you two walked on the dust beach, holding hands as the flaming shadow waters receded out of respect for the visitation of earnest love. Either that, or they just weren't hungry right now after swallowing up a flaming ship on the horizon. Without a flaming ship to give light, it quickly became night, of course. Even through the chaos, you're enraptured by ENA's rambling. You get the feeling that she doesn't have the opportunity to speak on personal things very much, so you're happy to be her willingly captive audience as she performs some sort of seaweed-inspired dance number. "I must admit, in recent times I've been feeling that I'm much wiser than I was previously. Naturally, I'm excited for my next Wisening as well! I'm curious about what new conspiracies my mind shall develop." Your mind uncaps its handy context highlighter and draws a streak across this part of the conversation. You lightheartedly ask ENA when her next Wisening will be. Her expression takes on something like curiosity. Maybe nobody has asked her before. "An interesting question indeed. Hmm... It will be occurring in approximately forty pulses of the cosmic chip. Yes, indeed, only forty pulses until we reach the anniversary of my formation, the g-g-g--WORST DAY OF MY LIFE!" ENA spun behind you and emerged at your other side, clutching your arm for comfort now that she had gone blue. "I wish it never happened! Never never never!"

Feeling a surge of pity for her, you awkwardly pat her blocky head. Then, an idea springs forth! You ask if there's any traditions or, like, specific celebrations associated with Wisening. ENA sniffles. "Some people are given stuff, but... Nobody's ever gotten me nothing... I don't even know how old I am because of it! I don't got any trinkets to count and go 'that's how old I am'!" ENA sobs and her voice starts to take on a hysterical, shrill quality. "You're probably in love with an old, withered hag and I'm too STUPID to warn you!" This calls for a big hug, naturally. Your girlthing squirms around halfheartedly as her static tears buzz against your skin. "Nooo, don't! You're hugging a gross dusty relic! My tears are going to turn you into a prune!" You ignore her frantic self-loathing and ask if she wanted to start counting. "Start counting what?" You want to help her count her years, naturally. You want to get her a gift. ENA seems to banish her limpness with the fizzling sound of a glitch and returns your hug with a warm embrace of her own. "I am grateful, but... It's not entirely necessary. I simply enjoy your company as is." You tell her, slightly teasing, that she doesn't sound very convincing. She sounds a bit disingenuous to you, actually. Parting from you, ENA fixes you with her signature 'poker smile'. She could be thinking anything when she wears that expression. "... I am being very genuous." A pause. Her eyes narrow at you. "This is just what my voice sounds like."

Truthfully, it doesn't matter what she says; you've already set your mind to it. She's getting a gift because she deserves it. There is no escape. The only problem is that it's near impossible to discern what she'd even want for a birthday present in the first place. You decide to put some feelers out, try to prod anything resembling an opinion or useful hint out of her. You idly ask her about her feelings on hair stuff, like ribbons and scrunchies and things like that. "An interesting query. They can be quite fashionable, can they not? Although--" A sound like screen tearing. "My stupid hair isn't made right! It'd just clip through!" Okay, well, if hair stuff isn't an option... Maybe clothes are more her speed. Although, you've never seen her wear anything different. She stutters and reboots with a cheerful "bing!" before she responds. "Truth be told, I've never given tactiles much thought. I've always cloaked myself in the scholarly garb you see before you." As she gives her opinion, she emphatically stretches out her suspenders, which begin flickering violently. You don't think she's supposed to do that. When they snap back with a loud crack, one of ENA's arms is flung into the horizon as the other gets forcibly clipped into her torso. She turns black and white from shock. You better help her unlodge that... And fetch the other.

Eventually, you decide that clothes would probably be a good gift for ENA. If she's being honest, then she's been wearing the same beige uniform for however long she's existed. It'd be a good step in the right direction to give her some other styles to choose from. It's just hard! If ENA has been wearing that since she was created or emerged or whatever, then you weren't sure if that was even fashion that she chose so much as allowed. This is getting more and more complicated. You prod a little bit more, careful not to overplay your hand. You ask her what colors she likes. "What colors I like? Well, well, well..." As ENA ponders, she distractedly walks up a bookcase. You don't think she even noticed. "Call it drab, generic or positively monochromatic, but I quite like gray, white and black. And brown!" You say that you thought she would have picked yellow and blue, because of... You know. ENA turns her smile upside-down for this and sniffles. "Try looking at such gaudy shades all the time and tell me you'd like them!" Her self-loathing is quickly eliminated by your informing her that, one, you do, and two, you do (once again). She looks down at her shoes. "It's weird how nice you're being to me... I think I like it." She stands on her tippy-toes to give you a teary-eyed peck on the forehead, which is funny, too, because she's at a 90 degree angle with the ground right now. Either way, you're refueled with the mindset needed to complete operation blue-yellow birthday.

Well, it takes a few days to get everything together. You have to go look for new clothes for her, which means you need to leave a note on your door letting ENA know that you're out. Otherwise, she'll probably just climb in through a window. During the days that you're out, you need to crudely draw pictures of your polygonal girlfriend and then remove the lines on her face because the moth-headed tailors refuse to make things for ENAs (you don't understand and you never will). You think she'll like them, though. Afterwards, you spend every day asking ENA if it's her Wisening yet or not. "Not yet. Please have patience; Wisening takes time. Ask again tomorrow, I'm sure I'll know by then." One day, you're correct. "Congratulations! Yes, it is Wisening today." You ask her if she's received a gift from anyone this time around. "Ha! No. No, I don't think that will be happening any time soon, I'm afraid." Is she sure? You hand her a box with blue and yellow ribbons on it. ENA's eyes widen in surprise; she looks almost worried to touch it, like it'll sprout wings and fly away (wouldn't be the first time). Shocked silent, she takes it from you and delicately undoes the ribbons, pulling out and gazing wide-eyed at the clothes that you commissioned with fine detail. "You remembered my favorite colors, too..." You can't tell which voice is speaking; her head spins too often to keep track. Somehow, she shifts between clothes instantly and teleports the last ones she wore into a folded pile. First a gray vest, then a white sweater, then beige overalls, then a striped button-up. It's hard to keep track of her outfits--almost as hard as it is to keep track of which her is wearing them. She flickers to monochrome, yellow, blue, devilish, not and back again with each outfit. You can't even guess what this is--it's like she's trying on outfits for every different part of her. When she's done, it seems she's settled on the overalls for now and elected to crush you in a bone-crunching hug (with enhanced range due to her detached arms). "Thank you... so much. I'm going to accessorize endlessly with this gift." ENA parts from you and kisses you sweetly. "Know, forever, that this be true, love: you've made my Wisening well worth living. Joy, forever! And may it be well dressed as I." And now you're spinning. You hope you made up for all of those gifts she never received. You like to think you did.

[emskryptonite]

Dinner

a/n: the first fic of the southern!batmom au let's gooooo!! I'm so excited to share this with y'all and i hope you all enjoy it as much as I've been enjoying planning it! also please remember that my inbox is always open!! if you have any thoughts, ideas, questions, or even little headcanons about this au, come share it with me!! i'd love to hear it!!

Summary: Bruce's wife talks him into inviting the Justice League over for dinner. They're quite shocked, however, when they finally get to meet the Dark Knight's wife for the first time.

Pairing(s): Bruce Wayne x southern!fem!reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Content/Warnings: reader is very much depicted as a southern woman, she has an accent, not proofread, that should be about it, this is just silly and fluffy :)

Masterlist | Bruce Wayne Masterlist | Southern!Batmom Masterlist

She’d been pestering Bruce for weeks. Now that the Justice League was closer to friends than teammates, she thought it was the perfect time to meet them all. Bruce, of course, was much more wary. He wasn’t overly keen on his teammates knowing so much about his personal life (no matter how much he had known about theirs from the start). After all, the two of them weren’t overly public with their relationship anyway. Gotham only really knew that Bruce was married, but they knew barely a thing about who his wife is. 

Eventually, though, she talked him into it (he can’t really say no to her anyway, but he’d never admit that to her). So, here Bruce is, standing in the Watchtower, cowl and all, begrudgingly about to ask his friends over for dinner at his wife’s request.

He approaches silently, as he always does, and clears his throat to gain the attention of the others, “I would like to invite you all over for dinner tomorrow night at Wayne Manor. If that’s something you all would be interested in, that is.” He looks away from them all quickly, more embarrassed to be doing this than he would like to admit.

“Uhh, yeah, sure, Bats. Is it okay if Lois joins?” Of course, Clark is the first to respond.

“Yes. The more the merrier,” he gives them all a tight smile and silently hopes he doesn’t appear as awkward as he feels.

“Welp, you know I’ll never turn down Alfred’s cooking. I’m in!” Barry decides.

“Same here!” Hal agrees, throwing an arm over Barry’s shoulders.

“Actually, my wife will be cooking dinner. She’s been wanting to meet you all, and she’s been looking for an excuse to cook.”

“Your wife? I didn’t even know you were married,” Oliver screeches.

“Yes. My wife.” Bruce leaves no room for questions, and as the rest of the League members tell them they’ll be at dinner, he takes his leave.

“Oh, dear God. Do you think she’s as broody as he is?” Barry shoots a nervous glance at the other heroes.

“Barry, give the woman a chance. I am sure Bruce has chosen well for himself.”

“Diana is right. Have some faith in the man. Besides, Dick doesn’t get his whimsy from Bruce. It’s gotta be from Bruce’s wife, right?” Clark looks around.

“I don’t know, Clark. I just can’t picture the guy with anyone who doesn’t aesthetically resemble Count Dracula.”

Just as Lois and Diana are about to scold Ollie for his words, the door swings open, revealing Alfred, Bruce’s more-than-kind butler.

“Ah, welcome in. Madam Wayne is finishing up the meal in the kitchen, if you all would like to join her. It’s just down that hall and to the right. I’ll go retrieve Master Bruce from his study.” Alfred wanders off in the other direction, leaving the League members to trade looks. Soon enough, they all give a silent shrug and head down the hall to finally figure out who in the world could handle being married to Bruce Wayne.

As they enter the kitchen, they’re met with the welcoming smell of a home-cooked meal. On the other side of the room, they can see a woman, Bruce’s wife, stirring a pot of something on the stove. She seems calm, in her happy place, definitely a contrast to Bruce’s usual brooding. Their observing is cut off, however, when Clark Kent decides to speak up.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry, but do I smell green beans?” He takes a cautious step forward, not wanting to spook you. She turns around with a bright smile, wiping her hands on her apron.

“Hey, y’all!” she greets them all warmly, her accent seeping through every syllable. “Ya know, I was just wonderin’ when one of y’all was gonna speak up. You’ve been standing there forever.” She turns back to the pot on the stove, making sure to turn slightly so she can still speak to everyone. She ignores the shocked looks on their faces; she was more than used to people not expecting Bruce Wayne to be married to some hillbilly. It made her laugh, really. “Clark, right? Yes! This is green beans, straight from the garden! I also made some fresh corn, some fried chicken, some mashed potatoes, a garden salad, and some banana pudding for dessert! I left the actual bananas out, though. I promise it’s better without them!” She gives them all a bright smile, and their jaws drop even further.

“Well, sounds like all that’s missing is some cornbread,” Clark jokes, and the rest of the team is shocked even further to hear Clark’s own accent peaking out. They watch as a light bulb goes off in Mrs. Wayne’s head, and she quickly dons oven mitts and bends down a bit to retrieve a cast-iron skillet of cornbread out of the oven. She stands upright, presenting it to the team of heroes in her kitchen with that same bright smile on her face.

“You reminded me at the perfect time! Now, Bruce likes to complain because my food is greasy, but that’s just how we cook where I’m from. If you’re like him and think it’ll mess up your diet, let me know, and I can see if Alfred will whip something up for ya real quick.”

They all share a quick glance with one another before silently agreeing that they wanted to try her food. Diana speaks up for everyone, “That’s alright. We are perfectly happy to eat the food you’ve prepared for us.”

At that moment, Bruce follows Alfred into the kitchen. He doesn’t spare a single glance at his teammate as he immediately moves to kiss his wife on the cheek and begins helping her plate everything.

“Well, everything is just about ready, so why don’t y’all go have a seat at the table while me and Bruce take everything up?” Once again, she hits them with that same honey-sweet smile.

Lois steps forward, shyly offering the couple the bottle of wine she and Clark had brought along. Mrs. Wayne takes it gingerly, thanking the other woman before telling Bruce to get out some wine glasses.

“Bruce, you complain about that? That meal was amazing. You have to share your recipes with me!” Lois jokingly scolds Bruce before complimenting his wife, and she wasn’t lying. Each of the League members had eaten well, especially Barry and Hal.

“I do not complain, but I mean, it is a bit greasier than what I would normally eat…”

“Darlin’, just the other day you were telling me how Timmy was craving some of my gravy and biscuits, and then you ate half the pan!” She laughs as she spills the story, and Bruce is looking at her like she hung the stars, the moon, and everything in between. Lois takes a moment to really look at the couple, and she decides, yeah, this makes the most sense. Someone as dark as Bruce needs someone like her to brighten up his life. After all, the Earth would be in complete darkness without the sun there to provide a way for the Earth’s beauty to be seen. If anyone ever wants to see the best sides of Bruce Wayne, they’d just have to watch him while his wife is around.

“Hold up. You put gravy on biscuits? The brown sauce most people put over mashed potatoes and various kinds of meat?” Barry questions, leaning forward in his seat.

“Oh, honey, you’ve got to let me make you some breakfast sometime. I had to open Bruce’s eyes, too. Don’t worry. Gah-lee, you people from up here just have me running ‘round like a chicken with its head cut off sometimes. I’ll fix you up, though.”

“Honey?” Barry whispers in Bruce’s direction.

“It’s a southern thing. She calls everyone either honey or sweetheart. It’s not always a compliment, though.”

“So, what? You have to share your pet names with everyone else?”

“Oh, no. Darling is reserved for me.” The Dark Knight couldn’t fight the smile that crept up on his face when talking about his wife.

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[zumitosinazucar]

Sooo, I decided to write. For the first time, so, please don't lynch me. Pretty please 🙏 . Also I wrote this and didn't care enough to read it again after finishing it, so it might be shitty from that and my bad english. Please give me your opinions on it 🤓

Summary: Pedro comes back home to you, his girlfriend, who is apparently very mad with him after an out of context picture reached her.

Warnings: I have no idea what I'm doing so probably missing some. Angst? I guess, fluff, Pedro being touchy like hell with EVERYONE, reader getting a bit jealous (it's valid, I swear), crying from impotence, angry crying, cheating mentioned. And that would be it (I hope)

Pedro's always been touchy, you knew that, and it had never been a problem. You didn't mind him kissing the cheeks of his co-stars, hugging them for a little too long, his hand on their back. It was fine and you've never been mad jealous about it, just sometimes it made your stomach pinch and your heart ache a little. But you told yourself it was not a big deal.

Not a big deal till that night.

You were laying on the couch of your shared living room watching a movie, waiting for him, and the photo reached you.

Your friend had sent you a picture of Pedro at the party of some actor you haven't really heard of at all from other people, just from your boyfriend. Pedro was sitting between two of his co-stars, and there was something that made your blood boil. Another actress was sitting on his lap. He wasn't even bothered by it, he was just looking at his buddy to his right. And there she was, right on his legs.

Who does she think she is? She knows he's not single. She knows you two are together. What the hell is wrong with her?

And more importantly. What the hell is wrong with him? Not even a surprised look on his face. Not a disgusted glance at her. He just let her sit there like she owned the him.

You were fuming with rage when you heard the keys on the door. Oh boy it was coming.

You raised from the couch, hands closed into fist on either side of your body.

He came into the living room, didn't look like he drank anything apart from water. And he looked way to comfortable for your liking.

"Hey there, mi niña bonita. How was your night without me? Missed me" he said while pushing off his shoes and taking off his jacket. When he finally looked at you, his smile dropped, quickly getting closer to you. "Honey, everything okay?" He asked in his soft concerned tone.

Your eyes became watery just from looking at him seeing you like this. You moved fast, grabbing the phone from the couch while talking to him over your shoulder

"No, Pedro. Nothing's okay. What is this, huh?" You lifted your phone just before his face. "That "friend" of yours sitting in your lap in the party you said you didn't even want to go to" a tear rolled down your cheek.

Fuck, why did you have to be like this? Couldn't you be mad like every other person, you had to cry, the impotence being too much.

"Baby. That is not what it seems" he replied lifting his hands in front of him. Of course it wasn't what it seemed. It never was. " I know it doesn't sounds believable, but, I swear-"

"Well it seems to me that she was very peaceful sitting on your lap. And you weren't even bothered" you cut him off "I don't think you can explain this to me, Pedro" you locked your phone and tossed it to the table

"Baby, please" he begged almost reaching for you "just listen to me"

"What? You thought that it wouldn't reach me? Or that I wasn't going to care? I've had too many rodeos like this to know my things" tears rolled down your eyes. You were tired of this. It wasn't the first time this would have happened to you. Hell, not even the third or fifth time you've been in a situation like this. And he knew. He fucking knew.

"Please. Just listen to me. I was planning on telling you right after kissing you hello. I knew that they would have got that on camera. And I know, fuck, it looks so fucking bad-"

"Yes it fucking does"

"Hey, let me- Let me explain" he says reaching for his phone on his jeans pocket. "As soon as that happened I left. That wasn't my place. My place is here with you" he says frantically searching for something in his phone "with my beautiful girl" he says looking at you for a second.

"I. You can choose to believe me or not. But, here. Watch this. As soon as I left I sat on the car and talked to whoever was around to send me if they got it on video. Here " he says giving you his phone and pointing at it " baby. She sat on me, and I reacted as fast as fucking Flash, mi Amor. I pushed her off and told her to don't ever do that again. I gave my goodbyes to my people and left like if you were waiting for me here, bleeding to death" he explains as you watch the video.

"Pedro" is all you can say. The video is not very clear, but you can see how she comes from the kitchen, searching for him. And as soon as she sits he looks at her and pushes off. Holy shit he's not lying.

You look up at him, a few tears still rolling down your cheeks. He throws his phone to the nearest place and reaches for you. He's holding your face in his hands, bending down a little to look at you in the eyes, searching for something, for you. He wipes the years with his thumbs

" I would never do anything like that to you. I love you so much I can't be playing around and loose you. Mi Vida, I want to spend my life with you and you only. You're my world. Okay?" He kisses your forehead gently

"I'm sorry, Pedro" she says and throws herself in his arms, wrapping herself's around his neck and shoulders. " I shouldn't have overreacted like that. I should have trusted you"

He wraps his arms around your waist and rubs your back, trying to calm you "it's not your fault. You didn't overreact. Its okay. I love you"

Next thing you know, he lifts you up like a princess, placing kisses all over your face while murmuring 'i love you's after every single kiss he gifts you. He lays you down on the bed, taking off his clothes, ending in just his briefs, to slip into the covers next to you.

He hugs you, burying his face on the crook of your neck "I love you, I live for you. I want you for all my life. And it is a threat. You're like a dream"

"I love you too, Pedro. Thank you for explaining it to me and not freaking out like me" she tries to chuckle, but it's not funny at all

"I'll be here when you need me. Te amo mi vida"

And With that, you both fall asleep, knowing you love and need each other forever

[nexus-nebulae]

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[madamechrissy]

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pairings - Fratboy Plug Sukuna x Nerdy stoner reader

summary You decide to ask your plug, Ryomen Sukuna for a hook up - but can he match your freak!? Just a fun ass oneshot about falling for your hot ass plug - he won't give you free weed though! :') WC- 11k

warnings - college AU, explicit sex, oral ( m and f receiving) Sukuna whimpering, reader is a nerdy lil freaakkk, weed smoking, jealousy, Sukuna talking shit, p in v sex - with and without protection, cum swallowing (both) tummy bulges, back shots, Kuna has piercings hehe, aftercare, Sukuna being a little yandere tbh

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"What if we like... had sex?" Sukuna starts coughing up the thick smoke of his purple haze, wondering if it's fucking laced with something as you sit there, blunt in your hand and your legs crossed, casually smoking it as if you brought up the fucking weather.

"The fuck did you say!?" He demands after he catches his breath, you inhale your blunt now, you're by far his nerdiest client, you shocked him when you asked to buy from him the first time.

You scream good girl, certified Velma from Scooby-Doo - annoying  'actually - jinkies' nerd. The two of you even hanging out was a fucking anomaly, a mathlete and a frat boy, one he didn't try to figure out. He enjoyed selling weed to you and smoking with you, hearing your stupidly intelligent thoughts, he enjoyed looking at you too. Sure you were fucking gorgeous in that soft, sweet way.

So what the fuck was this!?

"It's been a while," you murmur, handing him the blunt back now, he takes a huge rip, coughing again as you speak. "If I'm not really your type it's cool."

"If you're... you... I..."

"Shit, it's fine. Calm down. Just was thinking it'd be fun." He keeps staring at you, mouth wide open, and you sigh, rolling your eyes. "Dude it's fine don't freak out. Forget it."

"Forget it? The fuck?" He's glaring ruby eyes at you, while you take a wad of money out of your little black backpack, decorated with anime pins all over and a ridiculous amount of keychains.

"Here," you hand him the cash, fingers brushing for a moment while he just stares. "Shit, I made it weird."

"Yeah you fucking did. Who just says that?" He glares right at you, thin brows low over his narrowed eyes, those sooty pink lashes too fucking pretty and long, god you're jealous of them!? Are they so pretty because you're baked?

"Sukuna, you've fucked like half the girls I know, I have heard you're pretty good at it." He blinks again at that, a rare blush to his cheeks, not fitting his cocky persona while you put out the blunt, letting it smoke against the tray. "Here's the money. Thanks again."

You turn, and he grips your wrist, pausing you, it feels way too good. Not only has it been way too long, Sukuna was fucking hot, every time he got too close you felt that heat, you literally clenched when he just brushed a big hand across your shoulder to grab something. And your boyfriend broke up with you six months ago, you thought maybe it would be fun to fuck him, Sukuna is sexy as fuck and chill. Now you want to disappear, clearly reading the room wrong as usual. 

You suck at that.

"You wanna fuck me? What, like... some friends with benefits? Or one time shit?" He stands, hovering so fucking tall, you turn and look at him, blazed whites of his eyes red, you swallow nervously, eyeing the tattoos on his chest in that thin white wifebeater that's just unfair to wear around you while you're ovulating, you can see his nipple piercings through it, and it's doing too much.

"I thought like once, if we liked it sure we could do it more. If we're both single and... get along... plus you're hot."

"Yeah I am." He grins and you roll your eyes.

"You know... never mind."

"Wait brat, shit." You sigh, looking up at him now, as he turns you to him, his cock twitching just looking at your dilated eyes behind thick glasses, your parted lips. His fingers brush against the softness of your sweater, watching your nipples press against the material.

"It's cool if you don't want to. Like I am chill about it  promise." He fingers the edge of your sweater, blitzed off his ass wondering if you're some fucking dream for a moment. But he feels the heat of your skin as his fingers slip up your waist.

"Think you can keep up with me, huh brat?" He murmurs then, snarky with his smirk. You step closer, your finger drifting up his hard chest.

"The question is if you can keep up with me, Sukuna." He scoffs at that, raising a brow that has two little barbells - eyebrows shouldn’t be so sexy, but then Ryomen Sukuna just is sexy, everything about him from his tattoos and piercings, to his ridiculously strong body. His height, his face… his eyes.

It’s no wonder girls do flock to him.

“Me, keep up with you?” He’s chuckling now, sitting on the couch, legs spread wide, impossibly cocky as he eyes you, acting like his heart isn’t racing when you set down your bag. “You won’t get any free weed from it.”

“I don’t want free weed, and you’re kind of an ass.” He chuckles again, when you sink to your knees however he falters, vermillion lips parted, you unbuckle him and look right under your glasses at him then, smiling just a bit.

Are you… cocky too!?

Sukuna hasn’t ever had this happen, someone just smiling as they unbuckle him with ease, he’s sure though when you see his cock you’ll pause. He’s a solid ten inches and thick as fuck, even if you’re some dick sucking pro, you’re gonna give pause. Your eyes widen then, licking your lower lip, making him ache to kiss you.

What are these corny ass thoughts!? He’s scowling at them, irritated that you on your knees has him, Sukuna, nervous!? Since when is he nervous about shit- and when you’re revealing him, and he doesn’t even help you tug down his black silky boxers, you let out a little whine that almost ends him. His hand enwraps in your hair, and your eyes meet his again.

Why are they so pretty? Why is he thinking that instead of being excited to get a blow job, as usual? You’re running your finger over his tip, making his hips jerk just a bit, moaning softly. “Are you sensitive, Sukuna?”

“Am I… you’re a brat, ya know that?” He glares as you giggle, acting like his cock isn’t way too fucking big, and you’re figuring out if you’ll be able to walk after this. “Stop teasing and show me what you got, running that pretty mouth huh?”

His thumb brushes the plump lower lip, you stroke him then, looking right at him as the rough pad of his thumb caresses soft lips, calloused from years of football but so gentle over little teeth indentations on your skin. You swallow, a little nervous suddenly, before taking a breath and leaning forward, pink tongue lapping at the precum already oozing from his slit.

Sukuna whimpers when you do.

You think you imagine it, this giant man whimpering, but as you lap again at his reddened tip, your hand slipping down his thick length, he does it again, quieter, hand pulling your hair so hard tears prick your eyes. The sight is so sexy you can’t take it, taking more of his thick tip deep in your mouth then, looking up as you suck him, your glasses fogging up from your breath.

“Oh, fuck…” He shakes it off, biting back another pathetic whimper as you start sucking hard then, he’s acting like he’s controlling your movements but he’s just pulling your hair, watching as you make more and more of his cock disappear. “Can you take more, brat?”

“Sure can,” you taunt, pulling back with a suctioned pop, but he is intimidating. But damned if you would back down from a challenge. You have next to no gag reflex, but you’ve never had a cock this big to contend with. You start sucking him deeper, head bobbing, the sounds of your saliva and his cock fucking your mouth lewd in Sukuna’s apartment.

The sight of him losing it as you suck his cock deeper in your throat, until he’s burning and stretching it with his thrusts is far too attractive, you can’t help but clench your thighs, grinding on nothing for friction watching him. His red eyes are bright, pupils shrunk to pinpoints as he fucks into your throat, the mix of need and the weed making you even wetter.

Whatever strain this was, it was making you unreasonably horny.

“That’s it, suck me deeper if you can,” he taunts softly, hips bucking up as he cups your face almost gently, fucking your throat so deep, feeling it tighten as you reach down and play with yourself under your skirt. “Fuck, fuck, fuuckk…”

You’re swallowing all you can, relaxing your throat as you find your clit, moaning then and vibrating right around his cock as he fucks your face. Your hair falls, and he uses one hand to hold it into a ponytail, letting out the weak little whine again while you slide two little fingers in your slick hole, aching for his cock inside you - even if you couldn’t walk the next day.

You’re thinking of how perfect all the ridges and veins would feel while you keep fingering yourself, tears pricking your eyes, glasses so fogged you can hardly see. He’s so close to cumming from just a few minutes of your mouth it’s pathetic, he yanks you off him then, looking down and seeing your hand between your thighs.

“What’re you-” You’re slipping your panties off eagerly then, straddling him and making his breath catch when you grind on his cock. “Let me touch you, fuck…”

“Don’t need it.” He glares ruby eyes at your audacity- he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get to touch your body, your tits that are enticing him with every breath, that soppy little pussy.

“Well I do, fuck you’re slutty, huh?” You ignore him, focusing on how good his hot, heavy cock feels between your slit, whining out when he yanks down your sweater, revealing your lacy bra.

“Fuck me, please,” he huffs at that, revealing a pretty breast and moaning, thumb brushing over your pretty nipple, making you whine. “Ah!”

“Let me take my time, shit,” he mumbles, sucking your nipple into his mouth then, your hands entangle in spiky pink locks, feeling the softness of his hair as his other hand grips your ass under your skirt, dragging you over his cock. “This soaked, how? Haven’t touched you.”

“Touched myself,” he glares again, sucking your other nipple, having both your perfect breasts out for his mouth, while his hands sink into your hips, grinding that cock against your clit then, watching your head fall back. “Mnh!”

“You touched yourself, sucking me got you that excited?” He taunts, only for you to reach down, stroking his cock again, watching the blush on his cheeks as you move it up and down, twisting your fist just so. “Fuck…”

“Condoms?” You whisper, he nods, tapping your hip real quick for you to get off him. When he’s back with a gold magnum from the drawer, you’re straddling him again, but he’s lifting you up, sinking two of his fingers in your cunt now, and you whine out at the stretch. “Ah!”

“God, you’re tight… fuck…” He groans as his fingers curl inside your slick, gummy walls, gripping him so good, watching your eyes roll back into your skull. “Think you can take this cock, really?”

“Y-yes, I c-can…” he chuckles, shaking his head and hitting your spongy spot now, making your cunt gush down his fingers as you cry out.

“Cum f’me first,” he murmurs - he would never let a girl not cum before he gets his cock in her. He’d love to eat you out but you’re not giving him many chances to do shit. He’d love to kiss you, but he’s leaning back watching you fall apart for him, nodding just a bit when he curls them just right in your hole, gasping. “That’s it, can’t help yourself can you, slutty little brat?”

You should be offended, but you’re shattering for his thick fingers, gushing as the orgasm smacks you, rushing all over your body until you’re making a mess, the sound loud and echoing as he groans. Watching you cum, intense as he stares, something you’re not used to - gasping out when he sucks your juices off his fingers, moaning while he cheeks hollow.

He’s tasting you.

The sight has you faltering for a moment, cunt pulsing from aftershocks as you watch him, hearing his moan, when he hands you the gold wrapper. “Fuck, you taste that good?”

“It could be the weed,” you tease, breathless. He chuckles a bit, leaning forward, pressing a kiss on your lips, unsure of what you were okay with. But you meet his lips, and that’s when Sukuna almost cums then and there, he’s never felt whatever the fuck that is. “Mmm, your lips are so soft.”

“Surprise you?” He teases, but you nod a bit, a rough man with plush lips so soft they’re pillowy is surprising. “Take what you want, brat.”

God he’s fine as fuck.

You’re hiding your nerves when you tear open the packet, slipping it over his huge cock, did it get bigger, harder somehow!? Even the magnum barely stretches over him as you roll it down his shaft slowly, watching his sooty pink lashes flutter as you do. His lips kiss yours again, and you taste yourself on his lips, when his tongue slips into your mouth.

A mix of weed and your juices, along with something sweet - whatever flavor Sukuna is.

It’s too intimate then, yeah you’ve last fucked your boyfriend, but you’re not inexperienced either with hook ups or a friend with benefits. You’re choosy, but you’ve done this - but for whatever reason your heart races as he lets you take what you want, as his tongue ring clicks against your teeth, and you picture how good it’d feel everywhere, your tummy tightening.

The scent of the weed still smoking out in that ash tray mixes with his cologne, heady and dizzying, your glasses get so fogged you take them off, earning his chuckle as he pulls them off, sitting them on the table. “You blind now?”

“Literally… I can still see you though.” You whisper, it makes his heart race, seeing your eyes without them for the first time, he cups your face as you rub his latex covered tip on your soppy cunt.

“Pretty fucking eyes, shit,” he curses then, seeing them grow lidded, as your tight little hole starts sucking him in.

“Fuck…”

You both whisper it at the same time, as you sink down on his cock, bit by bit, and he can’t help his moan, loud as his hands move to grip your skirt, yanking it up and using it to pull you down. Your gasp fills his ears with the squelching of your greedy, slutty little cunt sinking more and more on him, and he can’t help but think if he was raw he’d already have busted.

That would be so fucking embarassing, he is Ryomen Sukuna!

He thanks god for the layer, but it still feels far too good, your cunt so tight, gripping him as you move your hips, rolling them in a way no woman should know how to do. He’s pausing you when you do it again, glaring. “You know how to ride cock that fucking good?”

“Show me what you got, Sukuna,” you whisper, acting like his cock wasn’t burning with that stretch, like you weren’t on the edge. He glares now, picking your hips up with those huge fucking hands, slamming you until he’s against your cervix now, watching with a mean grin as you scream out. “Oh my g-god!”

“Ride it now, huh pretty little slut?” He whispers, repeating it again, hands leaving marks on your ass as his fingers sink into the fat of it. “Where’s all that talk?”

You glare, shoving his back against his soft leather couch, moving your hips again and eliciting that whimper, making you smile. “You whimpering, Sukuna?”

“Oh I’ll fuck your vocal chords up next time, swear to - mmm…” he’s crying out again as your fingers grip his soft shirt, and you glide up and down his cock again. “Fucking brat.”

“Mmhmm, can you handle it?” You’re gliding up and down his cock, watching him fall apart even with your blurry ass vision you see it, how handsome he is, feeling his strength as his hands wrap your waist, and he bites his lower lip, brows drawing together as you hit just that spot in your cervix. “Mnh!”

Sukuna groans, kissing down your collar bone, your tits bounce as you work him, and he’s worried you were fucking right, how can he hold back his cum when your cunt is gripping him like that!? He’s lifting you up, slamming you back down hard, you scream out, your nails pressing into his shoulders, and he does it again, again, harder inside you, until you fucking drool.

“That’s it, can’t talk shit stuffed full of this cock, huh?” You don’t talk shit back, your eyes are rolled back as he fucks his hips up into you, holding you right up in the goddamn air damn near and using you like a little fuck toy. “That’s it, gonna cum aren’t you?”

You answer that when he slams hard and hits your cervix again, reaching down to find your clit with the rough pad of his thumb. “Sukuna!”

God, you crying out his name fucks him up, when he rolls it, feeling how soaked you are, making a mess down his thighs and yours, dripping with how much wetness is pouring. “That’s it, can’t help yourself,”

He’s pressing too perfectly, hitting that spot in you again when his tip drags along your slick walls, and you’re screaming out, the orgasm so hard it’s blinding, you’re trembling in his hold while he watches you, moaning at the sight. Your scream is ridiculous when he pulls back his thumb, sucking more of you off him before bottoming out inside you as much as he can.

“Ah! Sukuna…” You cum so hard you have tears of overstimulation, two little ones falling, just making you hotter. Sukuna groans, fucking up into you again and again, wrapping his arms around you as he moves you, and your cries are caught by his lips. “Mmm!”

“Mmm,” he’s lost inside you then, your little body moved where he wants you, your lips parted in screams that he drinks. Sukuna’s close, so fucking close, slowing his thrusts then and looking at you, saliva hanging from between your joined lips when they fall apart. “Fuck you’re pretty.”

“I a-am?” You whisper, confused and fucked out. Sukuna didn’t seem the sweet words type of guy, he swallows, adam's apple bobbing as he pulses inside you, making you whine out again.

“Shut up,” he scowls, you blink and giggle breathlessly then, trying to roll your hips only for him to smack the fuck out of your ass. “No more of that, I’m about to…”

“Cum.” You whisper, rolling them and earning another smack, loud and stinging your skin, just making you more desperate. “Cum for me, Sukuna.”

“Brat.” He huffs, sinking his sharp teeth into your neck, making you gasp out at the sharp tearing of your delicate skin, when you feel him fuck into you hard, his thick cock ruining your cunt, while he’s teeth hurt so bad you’re cumming from the fucking pain.

You shouldn’t have talked shit.

He’s way too big for it all, smacks of skin louder when he uses you, moves you, all you can do is gasp and cling to him, while he’s busting inside that condom finally, slowing as he moans right in your fucking ear. You’re clinging to his back, nails pressing in, screaming out as he pulses so deep, rocking you on his cock himself now, tongue slipping up the curve of your neck as he busts.

He’s never cum like that.

He can’t see for a fucking second, biting back that whine as he nips at your ear, barbell flicking against it, and he feels your aftershocks milking him, picturing filling that cunt up so full then. The thought makes him leak more and more cum inside the barrier he wants to rip the fuck off, groaning out as he hears your little whimper, as he feels you trembling under his hands as the run across your skin.

He wants you all naked, spread for him, hands slipping over curves he only got to see bits of. Wants to see that pretty cunt spread wide for him, shit he felt it - how does it look? How would it look pouring out cum for him? He’s kissing you again, rocking you on him, still hard inside your tight walls, which keep quivering around him, until he pulls back, looking at your fucked out face.

Holy fuck. - It’s all you can think in your head, mouth opening and shutting, when he smirks up at you.

“Think I kept up with you huh?”

“Shit…” You just take a breath, smiling a bit then. “I took it easy on you.”

“What now?” He glares again as you giggle, easing off him, hissing at how sore you are. “Acting like you can even walk after that?”

“I can walk f-fine.” Your thighs are aching, trembling when you stubbornly stand, blushing as you look at the cum spurted into his condom, so much of it too, it makes your throat go dry, wanting to swallow him up next time -

Next time - Would he want one?

You shouldn’t care, but you feel it, the nagging need again that shouldn’t exist, when you grab your glasses, putting them back on and bringing him even more clearly into your vision. He stands up then, walking over and throwing the condom out, wincing as he touches himself, so sensitive and still throbbing, while he watches you slip your panties back on.

“No free weed huh?” You tease, he chuckles then, shaking his head - as if you didn’t suck dick so good he wouldn’t buy you a fucking rock if you wanted to do that every day.

“No way,” he teases back, you brush back your messy hair, giggling a bit when he comes back, buttoning his pants. “Want me to fix your hair? Looks like shit.”

“You are a dick!” He smirks again, but you nod, and he grabs a brush, a flat black one with a wide handle. “You don’t have to.”

“I fucked it up, might as well fix it,” his voice is husky then, he turns you around, slowly running it through the tangles he’d caused, and something feels way too easy, too perfect. Your head falls back a bit, eyes fluttering shut, he’s sweeter than you thought he’d be, that’s all.

Right?

He’s methodically running it through your hair slowly, until it’s much closer to where it was when you walked in, and for a moment you feel so vulnerable, sucking his dick and riding him was intimate, but this feels even moreso. Aftercare is not something you’re crazy familiar with, you were always one to dart out of wherever you were after sex.

But you don’t really want to leave.

You’ll blame the weed and his huge cock, for your mind turning to mush, when he starts braiding your hair. “Sukuna, what are you up to?”

“Shut it, think it’ll look good on you,” he huffs, running his fingers through your strands now. He’d braided hair a ton during endless football events where the cheerleaders joined in, a lot of the football guys were actually pretty good at that and even curling hair.

Your hair is silky and gently falling through his fingers as they card through it, until he holds out a hand for a ponytail. You take one of the few off your wrist when he finishes his work, slipping it over your shoulder. You touch it gently, feeling far too many emotions hitting your throat then at the sweet gesture from an outwardly rough and brash man.

“Does it look cute back there?” You tease, looking up at him, and he clears his throat then.

“I’d love to see how you look from the back,” his husky words are met with a tug on your braid, you bite back a gasp at how good it feels - when his doorbell rings, making him grimace. “Yeah what?”

“Sukuna, open up,” he hears Satoru’s pouty voice, making him sigh, and you step away now, hastily grabbing your back, looking at him. Your little braid is tempting him to no end, to yank it, to bend you over the couch, so much he can hardly fucking stand it.

He’d always found you pretty, but it’s like he can’t get his eyes off you after it, after kissing you.

The fuck is in this weed!?

“Sukuna!”

“God, hold on.” He sighs and walks over, opening the door while you grab your lighter, decorated with some nerdy anime guy you seem to be obsessed with. He’s on the back of your car and on your bag, he noticed.

Sukuna looked better than any anime guy, surely.

Satoru and Suguru are at the door now, holding up baggies of weed, bright blue and green nugs that look way too pretty and fluffy, when their eyes catch sight of you behind them. “Heyy, it’s the hot nerd.” Satoru teases, earning your eye roll.

“Oh whatever,” they laugh as they walk in, Suguru carrying a case of beer. It was the summer after college, but they used to all live in a huge frat house together, now they’ve all moved into this insanely fancy apartment together - you could fit your entire dorm in their living room - as they moved on to their Master’s degree. You were an underclassmen, still a Senior in college.

You remember them all very well, but they’re all pretty annoying. Honestly, Sukuna at least seems to be a little more mature than them, but not by much. He’s taking a beer out of the case, as they plop themselves down, Suguru puts the rest of the twelve pack in Sukuna’s fridge, Satoru busts out the rolling tray and eyes you with insane blue eyes.

“Wanna smoke, sweets?” He asks, and you shake your head with a little smile.

“I already have, and still have to drive back to the dorm,” they laugh again.

“Shit those suck, though I hear there’s a big party at the old frat house this weekend,” Satoru murmurs, handing Sukuna the blunt to finish rolling. When his stupidly long pink tongue laps at the seam of it, your tummy clenches, eyes unable to remove themselves. “You coming, nerdy girl?”

“I don’t know, not really my thing. And should you be calling me nerdy, when you’re wearing Lucemon on your shirt?” Satoru glares, and Suguru and Sukuna snort in laughter.

“You know who that is? Damn, you just got even hotter.” He smirks and earns another eye roll, they chuckle but Sukuna’s jaw tenses.

He does not like someone flirting with you.

Holy fuck did your mouth work a number on him like that!?

“Uh huh, I might go, I don't know. Um…” You turn to Sukuna now, tilting you head back to look up at him. “Thanks for…”

What do you say - thanks for the dick?

Thanks for kissing you, braiding your hair, making you cum?

“Um… the smoke, I appreciate it,” you murmur, not wanting to just blurt everything out in front of his friends. He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck, biceps tensing and bunching, you see your crescent nail prints in his skin then.

It makes you ache to see the visible proof.

This was a dumb fucking idea. When you thought of fucking him, you figured it’d be great, it’d be fun, but you didn’t anticipate whatever feeling this was, the one where you didn’t even wanna leave. This wasn’t how you were - you can chalk it up to the breakup, chalk it up to the weed, to the huge - at least ten inch - cock that has currently fucked you stupid…

Yeah, chalk it up to that.

“Thanks for,” Sukuna trails off now too, seeing the evidence of his teeth against your lower lip, swollen from brutal kisses. His cock is back on hard when he also notices how your sweater is hanging off a shoulder, and there are marks along your pretty collar bone from his suction, damn near making him feral as he thinks of it. “Coming over.”

“Yes, of course um… bye you all.” They wave as you rush out, leaning against the door and exhaling now, trying to collect your breath as you hear them murmur.

“Do you like her or something?” Suguru’s voice is muffled, but you hear it, and you can’t help but act like some spy, listening when you shouldn’t for the answer.

Did Sukuna…

“She’s cool, we hang out I guess.” Is his gruff answer, and you hear the echo of laughter. “Drop it, so what’s up with this party?”

You sigh, stepping away, sitting in your car for a moment too long, looking up at the window of Sukuna’s apartment for a moment, wondering if you made it all fucking weird now. You wouldn’t say you two were ‘friends’ but you were cool with each other, and now you were listening if he liked you - as if you’re silently listening on the phone with a friend in middle school or something.

You shake it off and head home, ignoring the gnawing feeling, shifting in your seat at how sore you are, you really talked more shit than you should have, you need a good hot bath after taking him.

Sukuna shuts the blinds, having looked at you as you walked, just to make sure you were good. “You hit it, huh?”

“Shut up, Suguru.” They’re snorting as the smoke fills the room.

The three of them usually share all the details of their encounters, but he sure the fuck wasn’t sharing anything about you - how you are probably the best thing he’s ever felt wrapped around him. How you sucked him stupid - got him whimpering!? - yeah, no fucking way he admitted that to anyone.

*****

It’s been a week since you last talked to Sukuna, and during that week you’re absolutely mortified by the amount of times you thought about texting or messaging him on his IG. Much, much worse, after you looked at some of his gym posts before bed, you woke up the next morning cumming thinking about your fucking plug and his huge cock inside you, fuck it was embarassing.

You wanna message him now even, but he hasn’t written you, and you don’t wanna be the girl who mentions - let’s hook up - then gets clingy. That’s just not you, and it’s not fair, you’d brought it up and it wasn’t like he asked to hook up with you. When your friends bring up going to a DnD match tonight - instead of going to that frat party, nine times out of ten you’d go for the DnD.

You don’t dig parties, and the DnD group has primo weed too.

Sukuna supplied for all of them after all.

But you instead find yourself dying to go to the party tonight - you may even find yourself buying a whole outfit. Like some goofy, corny ass 90‘s movie where the nerdy girl gets hot with a dress, except you sure the fuck weren’t taking your glasses off for that moment, since you’re damn near blind without them.

When Sukuna took off your glasses though?

God.

Snap out of it?!

You may or may not have freaked the fuck out when he hearted your instagram story before the party, biting your lip and giggling way too fucking much. You don’t even take pictures for shit, but you were feeling cute, and that just cinches it in your mind - you want to see him again and not for some weed. You just…

Want to see him.

Plug Sukuna - Hey brat, you coming to the party or doing nerd shit?

You roll your eyes a bit, ignoring the butterflies in your tummy at how excited you are to have him messaging you.

You - Do I look like I’m going to DnD?

Sukuna flushes, looking at your insta story for the twentieth time, surrounded by girls wearing literally next to nothing, coming up to him as he sits on the couch alone - shit Sukuna never did at parties. He was the life of the party usually, beer pong champion, the one making sure everyone had the best smoke or really anything they asked for.

But all he can think of is seeing you again, and he wishes it was just your pussy and not that he misses your cute little laugh - how you snort just a bit - how you push those glasses up your nose. How excited you get as you’re trying to convince him to watch your cartoons - sorry, anime - and how you take a hit from that blunt, just a bit of your glittery gloss on the tip.

He’s got one rolled up right now in the middle of a party with music blaring, mixing with the conversation and laughter of so many people, dying to share the blunt with you, to talk to you - he wanted to hit you up so many times, but he sure didn’t wanna be the dude who got pussy whipped in one encounter. You mentioned casual, one time maybe more- but the two of you hadn’t spoken since.

Sukuna was used to women blowing up his phone, begging for it again, even now he has women coming to sit on his lap, which usually is par for the course, but he just doesn’t find much excitement in it. He happens to have one on his right thigh right now, when he watches you walk into the room - and Instagram didn’t even do you justice.

You look so fucking cute, sexy little pleated skirt and a black top that shows that his marks on your pretty breasts faded - they’re just begging for more on them. He swallows nervously, god why is he nervous, it irritates him!? But he is, as your eyes meet his, and of course dart to the girl on his lap, you give him a little wave and smile, and he curses as you turn away and talk to someone then.

Sukuna unceremoniously shoves the girl off his lap, he can’t say he feels bad about it either, as he heads straight toward you, hearing one of the underclassmen gushing and simping over you. You’re just staring with a brow raised, unimpressed at the fumbling man, when he walks over smoothly with a blunt, holding it out.

“Wanna smoke, brat?” You look at him now, he’s unfairly hot and shirtless basically, unless you wanna call that black silk open kimono a top. You can see those nipple piercings, a fucking belly button ring leading to a light happy trail that makes your brain short circuit.

You hadn’t seen him shirtless, even sucking him.

“We were talking - oh, it’s Sukuna, shit! Sorry…” the boy learns fast, backing up and stuttering when Sukuna glares at him. “Catch you later?”

“Sure,” you sigh, taking the blunt from Sukuna’s fingers now, yours brushing against his softly. “I gotta pay for this?”

“Nah,” fuck he was a dick huh? He always is, but for a moment he feels bad, even though you’re teasing with a little smile, holding the blunt up for a light. Sukuna immediately busts his out, bright orange flame igniting the tip, watching the cherry brighten as you puff on it. “It’s blueberry.”

You inhale it like a fucking pro, when don’t you? Heavy, thick smoke falling out of your mouth then getting sucked back into your mouth. You look so good doing it, handing it to him without even a cough, just exhaling it back out, a smile on those pretty lips of yours. He pauses, unsure of even what to say, as he puts it to his lips, and your eyes drift lower.

Your thoughts are filthy as his, his tattoos curve with his body in a way that’s just slutty actually, black thick lines that aren’t fair honestly. Your body remembers him far too well, when he snatches up two drinks as you two walk over to a quieter part of the party, past a sea of bodies that eye the two of you. You take it gratefully, then wince as the liquor hits your tongue.

“Lightweight.” Sukuna teases, earning a playful shove from you, but your hand pauses on bare skin, watching his rippling, cut abdomen tense as you do.

Fuck.

Your pussy is pulsing from touching his skin, ugh it’s annoying. You know he hasn’t asked you to come over, so you shouldn’t be thinking this badly about him, but how can you not? The memories flit through your mind, his big hands that now hold a blunt and a red solo cup, and how they touched you.

“You look…” He pauses, wanting to say dumb fucking words.

Beautiful.

You do look beautiful.

Your eyes lock up with his, and he’s just sputtering like a fucking idiot, as if he’s never talked to a woman, he notices the shimmery shadow you’ve brushed across your lid as he looks down at you, so small compared to him. Sukuna towered over everyone, he was used to it, but something about it makes him want to pick you up, carry you somewhere and devour you.

Watch his cock in your tummy bulge.

“I look what?” Your whisper breaks his racing brain, he sips his drink and sighs now, clearing his throat and putting on a smirk.

“Hot.”

You blink a bit at that. “Hot?”

“Yeah, hot.” He curses himself internally.

“Thanks,” you trail off, it was nice you guess, but you supposed Sukuna said that to every girl, including the ones on his lap as you walked in. And you really hate that it made you sick to see it, off one time fucking him. “You look good too.”

“I always do.” You roll your eyes and laugh a bit, the sound making him ache, when his name’s being chanted by the pong table.

“You’re being summoned, Sukuna.” You tease, inhaling his blunt and stepping closer, so close he inhales your scent, driving him fucking insane.

It takes so much to save face and not drop to his knees and beg you to just allow him to lick your entire body. And he would, fuck, if you let him.

What is wrong with him.

It didn’t help he’d jerked it to you this morning, and every morning, since you’re clearly some succubus hitting all his dreams and making him wake up leaking pre.

“You good?” You ask softly, he clears his throat then, glaring at the men waving him over.

“Yeah, catch you after I wipe the floor with them?” He teases, and you nod, just a bit disappointed, but it wasn’t like you were close to Sukuna suddenly.

You were just…

A buyer, and he was your plug. A plug you had literally propositioned, seduced. Him being friendly was sweeter than he even needed to be. You put a hand on his shoulder then, feeling the weed hitting - mixing with the drink in your system, but when you touch him again it’s something else.

“Of course, I’ll be here for probably an hour or so, I don’t know too many people here.”

“Tch won’t be three minutes they’ll all be shitfaced and losers.” You laugh at that, but it’s forced, a little awkward.

The party goes on, and every time Sukuna wants to find you, you’re hidden, when he does see you, someone’s in his fucking way. Like everything and anything is blocking his way - why does he know everyone? Right now he doesn’t wanna fucking catch up, or talk, he just wants to talk to you.

He’s standing with Suguru and Satoru, as the three of them are sipping on drinks, and he sees you again finally, emerging from one of the bathrooms, but before he can think, there are three dudes talking to you. His jaw clenches at the sight of it, and he can’t keep excusing it to good sex, or wanting to hit again, it just doesn’t feel the same.

Sukuna can’t stand seeing you getting hit on, he’s glaring right at those men, sure he’s only fucked you once - but that’s enough to make him lose his shit. Suguru and Satoru are trying to get his attention, waving the blunt at him as he scowls over at the pretentious assholes talking to you. Your eyes catch his, you’re clearly unused to the attention it seems, a blush on your cheeks.

Or you like those losers.

Sukuna has been dying to fuck you again, but not just that - been dying to talk to you again, smoke you out, he didn’t say all he wanted to that day. Was it just a one time thing for you? He didn’t even get to drink your pretty pussy, didn’t get to hit it from the back, fuck he has so many positions he wants to do with you, he wants to-

“Earth to Sukuna.” Satoru says, and he clears his throat, taking a hit of the blunt and letting it fill his lungs.

“Yeah?” He grumbles, and their gazes go in your direction.

“You really like the cute little nerd, huh?” Satoru teases, earning Sukuna’s glare.

“Shit, you’re down bad bro.” Suguru chuckles, taking the blunt from Sukuna’s fingers then.

“Shut the fuck up. Just… we hooked up and…” He trails off again, and his friends chuckle, nudging each other.

“So you did, called it. And how was that, is the nerd freaky?” Satoru asks, sipping his solo red cup, and Sukuna scowls right at his best friends.

“None of your fucking business.”

“Oh shit, real bad,” Suguru says then, coughing as he takes his hit.

“Learn to take a real hit, and shut up. Not telling either of you shit.”

“We share everything, that means…” Satoru takes the blunt between his lips now, inhaling and smirking as Sukuna finds one of the men practically dragging your awkward ass to the dance floor.

You are awkward, hot and pretty as you are, you can’t dance for shit, at some point making a really awkward move Sukuna can only describe as shaking dice in your hands. “Is she… doing…”

Suguru trails off, as Sukuna laughs a bit at you. “Some interesting dance move she learned in DND maybe.” Sukuna murmurs, and he’s almost okay with it, you seem to have no interest, until the guy drags you by your hips against him.

That’s it.

“Shit… we strapping up for a fight?” Suguru asks, and Satoru grins, batshit psycho as always.

“I’m down to fight.”

“I don’t need your help,” he scoffs and stomps right over to you, where you’re being grinded on against, snatching the dude’s wrist up quickly. “She’s not enjoying herself.”

“What bro?” He’s clearly wasted, when Sukuna’s grip tightens he winces. “Shit, is it your girl or something?”

“Go sober up and dance with yourself.” He shoves at him now, and you blink in confusion. You hadn’t known how to dance really, you figured you would try, him grabbing you was creepy, but you figured you’d get him off you in a moment, when a giant, tall ass Sukuna had practically tossed the kid off.

You can’t help but feel it more, that tightening in your tummy, when his angry red eyes flit down to you. “Sukuna…”

“You weren’t enjoying that, were you?” He demands, speaking through his teeth damn near.

“Um… huh?” Are you just really high?

Is Sukuna… jealous?

“C’mon,” he tugs at your wrist now, and you follow him, so confused, yet fucking thrilled by his big hand on your wrist, in a way that concerns feminism you want him to literally throw you over his shoulder. “Short ass legs can’t keep up.”

“We’re not all giants over six four!?” You huff as he keeps tugging, and you yank back weakly, who wouldn’t be weak in that hold? “What’s up with you? You’re acting super fucking weird.”

“Am I?” He laughs, yanking you in his old room - no one has occupied it yet it seems, it was for the head of the frat and they probably haven’t appointed one yet.

“Sukuna, you’re acting… jealous?” You whisper, he scowls down at you, locking the door to one of the rooms then, arm on the other side of you as he is pressing you against the door, making you gasp.

“You didn’t like them, those guys, did you?” He whispers angrily, you blink a bit, biting your lower lip, he tugs it out from under your teeth. “Did you?”

“Would you be mad if I did? Aren’t me and you just… hooking up?” You murmur, earning a deeper glare, as your heart races.

“Once. We hooked up once, brat.”

“Once. You didn’t want more, right?”

“You didn’t want more.”

“Says who!?”

“You never messaged me… you…” He trails off, cursing now, and the two of you just stare at each other, your breasts rising and falling with your breaths, as Sukuna’s hands tighten on your face now, cupping it tightly. “Did you just want it once?”

“What do you think?” You answer back, hand slipping over his bare chest now, and then he slams his lips on yours, tongue ring clicking against the roof of your mouth when it dives inside, huge hands cupping your face even tighter. You whine into his lips, body aching. “So do you want more than once?”

“The fuck do you think?” He takes your hand, putting it right on his cock, throbbing and hard, you brush your hand against it, earning his moan.

“Then say you want it again.” You’re taunting him, nerdy fucking brat, he scowls as he tilts your chin up.

“You talk a lot of shit. Think it’s time to get all your attention focused on me now, huh?”

“How you gonna do that - ah!” Sukuna’s on his fucking knees in front of you, making you tremble, breaths coming so fast you cant function, when he lifts up your skirt, looking up at you with dilated eyes almost black, fingering the fishnet stockings you’re wearing - they have no right looking that good on your thighs. “Sukuna?”

“Hold your fucking skirt up, brat. Now.” You blink again, lost at the giant man slipping your panties down your thighs, moaning when your pussy is in his face. “Fuck, knew it would be pretty but… fuck you for it being that pretty.”

“Fuck me for it!? What’re you even doing down there!” You’re yanking at his hair, and he chuckles now, lapping his tongue along your inner thigh, watching as your pussy drools out.

“What do you think I’m doing? Gonna lick every thought of anyone from your pretty fucking head,” he whispers, kissing your inner thigh again, you gasp. “Haven’t you been eaten out?”

“I have, just… you… you do that?” He chuckles, shaking his head as he looks under those pink lashes at you.

“Of course I do, ya didn’t give me a chance last time, jumping my dick like a slutty little brat.”

“You- oh!” You’re gonna talk shit, but when Ryomen Sukuna licks up your slit then, tongue ring flicking on your clit, you lose any words. “Mnh!”

You almost say you love him from one fucking lick, one wicked stripe of his wet, hot tongue between your lips.

“Nothing smart to say, brat?” He whispers, breath hot against your cunt while he holds your folds open with his thick fingers. You can’t respond, you arch your hips now, resting your shoulders back against the door, silently pleading for more. Sukuna moans softly, flicking his tongue again. “How about you be nice, say please?”

“Please,” you let out breathlessly, and Sukuna buries his fucking face against your cunt then, drowning himself in your sweet taste, your heat, while he listens to your moans mixing with the blaring music of the party, just an echo, his heart racing in his ears as your cunt gushes down him, messy as fuck. “S’kuna mnh!”

You can’t even say his name he muses, palming his erection over his pants, he can hardly stand it, he’d tasted you before off his fingers but this was more intense, the sweetness pouring as he tries to catch it. He looks up at you, your head falling forward, feels you trembling, while you crumple that skirt in one hand, the other balancing on his shoulder.

Sukuna’s tongue slots itself into your eager hole, already pulsing around the wet muscle, curling up wickedly and hitting your spot with that fucking barbell, you scream out hoarsely, head slamming the door as he does. He has you cumming with two more flicks, as his nose bumps right against your engorged, twitchy little clit, your whines and grinding hips urging him on, drawing that orgasm out.

You’re shivering, hips bucking up to fuck his face, wanton and fucking insane how you work them, greedy, pulling at his hair now. “Sukuna!”

“Mmh, you’re so easy f’me, huh?” you want to talk shit, but his tongue flicks and swirls your clit, as your thigh brushes the soft silk of his kimono, and you can’t take it, how fucking good it feels. “Say it, and I’ll let you cum again.”

“Easy… ah!” He’s moaning now, sucking your clit into his hot mouth, vibrating it with his own moans, your skirt falls so he shoves it back up, but your hands have entangled in his pink hair, while he’s devouring all the juices pouring from your slutty little hole, all over his handsome face. “S’Kuna…”

“Can’t even say my name, huh?” He murmurs, pulling back, his face coated in you, the sight should be embarrassing, but instead it’s so sexy you whine out, he smirks - having you whimper this time, when he stands, you wobble. “Can’t stand up brat?”

“Fuck… shut up…” he’s taunting you, but he’s right, he has to wrap an arm around your hips, bending low and running his two fingers up your sensitive slit, watching as your eyes roll back, feeling you tremble in his hold. “Kuna…”

“Not my name, tch.” You’re delirious when he’s pumped his fingers deep, curling in your quivering walls. “Take them off. Now, get on the bed.”

You are not one to take orders, you scowl at first, but when he’s slid two of his fingers in your mouth, and has a thigh between yours, you’re grinding on it, desperate, soaking his pants now. He’s kissing you again, before pulling back, turning you around and unzipping the back of your skirt.

“Do I have to undress you, brat? Where’s all the shit talking? Keeping up with your freak, hmm?” He’s taunting you even as his hands shake, when your skirt slips down, and your head falls back, whining out. “You don’t talk shit when you cum, is that when your pretty mouth shuts?”

“Shut my mouth, Sukuna.” He groans, kissing down across the side of your neck, tugging your top down, then up over your head, turning you as the skirt pools around your heels. He is stunned when he sees your body, swallowing nervously, tracing the swell of your breasts, the nip of your waist, the jut of your hips in wonder.

You’re nervous, him seeing you fully, but his eyes are bright rubies when they hungrily make their way up your face. Your hands slip to his body, slipping off the black kimono, revealing his body fully, so sculpted it’s ridiculous, you lean forward, kissing along a tattoo on his chest, over a thick pectoral muscle, and he huffs, hand entangling in your hair.

“You’re fucking…” he doesn’t know how to say it, fuck.

He’s never said that.

“Hot?” You tease, kissing lower, unbuckling his belt as you do. “You’re gorgeous, fuck…”

“Me? Tch.” You nod, and he sighs now, swallowing a bit, tilting your chin up and making you pull away from kissing across his tattoos. “You’re beautiful, brat, okay?”

“I am?” You blink a bit, and he sighs, nodding, jaw tensing so hard there’s a vein popping out. “Oh Sukuna… thank you…”

“Shut up.” You blink in confusion at him, but he’s already picked you up, your arms wrap his strong neck, as his huge hands hold you. “Don’t fucking dance with anyone.”

“Like… tonight?” You ask curiously, he snorts, shaking his head and carrying you over to a huge bed, one he used to sleep in, sitting you on it and brushing your hair back.

“Like not at all.” Your blush decorates your cheeks, as you bite your lower lip.

“Do you like me, Sukuna?” Your question makes him laugh, a huge tattooed hand cupping the side of your face and leaning down.

“Do I like you?” You nod then, suddenly shy for running it like you do, and he sighs, brushing your hair back as you tug at his pants, going to stroke his cock and eliciting that soft whimper of his that wrecks you. “Yes, I like you… alot. Okay!?”

“You sound so mad about it.” You tease, stroking him slowly, over those veins that wrap his pretty, heavy cock, and he sighs, snatching your hand now.

“And you, brat, huh? Do you like me, baby?” He whispers, flipping you around, your ass arching up and out, two fingers slipping back inside your hole, stretching you out, making your head fall back as you arch for more.

“Y-yes, I do, ngh!” He pauses then, cock slapping your ass so fucking heavy, precum drizzling across your ass cheeks, dancing messy on your skin.

“Shit, you like me?” His surprised words hit even your horny ass, high ass brain, you look back, getting up on your knees, reaching a hand back around to him now, he leans forward, sighing, cupping you under your chin.

“Yes, I really do. I thought… maybe you didn’t?” He shakes his head, he’s not sure the word ‘like’ covers what he feels, but for now it’ll suffice. “As more than a friend?”

“I don’t do that to friends,” he murmurs, kissing you again, fingers running along your slit. “Don’t bury my face in my friends.”

“Then… more than that?” He nods a bit, and you melt, pressing back against him as he wraps his strong arms around you. “I’d like that too - I’d also like your cock in me.”

“Cock hungry brat, can’t have a fucking moment, huh?” You giggle, and the sound wrecks him, he’s kissing you again, tip sliding on your folds. “Wanna fuck you raw, wanna cum inside you.”

“So do it…” Your answer to his insane statements is to get in the perfect arch for him, he moans as you do.

“Fuck, you sure?” You nod, hands clinging to the blankets while you soak his tip, gushing down in a soppy, squelching mess to the bed. “I’m not going easy on you this time, slutty cunt can take it huh?”

“I won’t go easy either, gonna have you whimper - ah!” Sukuna’s slid inside your cunt in a deep stroke, and without the condom you feel every fucking bit of his cock, from that fat, musroomed tip, to every vein in your slick, gummy walls. “Sukuna!”

“Fuck, loosen up,” he huffs, smacking on your ass cheek, you gasp as he groans, trying not to cum while you grip him so tight. “Now, brat.”

“I c-can’t, shit… ah!” You’re shaking as he slips out, then back inside, feeling so fucking delicious in your cunt you moan, glasses falling right off your face as he fucks into you harder now, slamming and bullying his thick cock deep inside you, so full you feel like you’re splitting apart, still wearing those heels and thigh highs, the sight of them right under your ass taking him the fuck out.

“Fuck, feel you, gonna remember my shape, aren’t you?” He huffs, as he fucks inside you, leaning over you now, hand on the mattress, gripping the blankets right next to you, veins raising from the back of his tattooed hands while his leaky tip drools on your cervix. You gasp out, whining when he stuffs you, his other hand cupping under your chin. “Asked you a question.”

“Conceited,” you huff, only earning him slamming inside your cunt, you’re blinded when he does, gasping out, ass arching for more of his brutal thrusts while he gives you the most wicked backshots, the sounds of skin slapping echoing and filling your ears, the party long since faded. “F-fuck, ah!”

“Like me, huh? She doesn’t like me, she loves me, doesn’t she?” He’s whispering in your ear, you weakly nod, you’re not typically submissive, but for him you want to be, when he rolls his hips up just so and hits your spot, you scream out at it. “Say it.”

“No… mnh!” He flips you then, right before you’re about to cum, making you whine, picking your thigh up and pulling it high, your heel and stockings ripped off, one by one, until your legs are bare, and the heel of your foot is against his chest. Like this, him hovering over you, cock prodding your soppy entrance, it’s way too intimate.

Like wasn’t a good enough term.

Fucked up over him was better.

“Wanna watch me fuck your guts up, huh? Bet you haven’t had that have you, cock ruin your fucking insides?” He’s possessive, feral as he looks down, you’ve put your glasses on all askew, he tenderly fixes them before tilting your chin down to watch your cunt make his cock disappear. “God…”

He can’t take it, how sexy it is to see the bulge slowly form as he shoves his thick ten inches as much as he can, between your puffy lips, while you watch him, lips parted, glasses slipping back down your nose again, covered with a sheen of sweat. “Oh…”

You’re watching it, the bulge, ridiculous as he fucks into you so slow, leaning over you and making your leg press up higher, a hand on the back of your thigh, he eyes your face again, as he slips in deeper, till he’s stuffed you far too full. You’re struggling to take him at this angle, deeper, slower strokes, fucking you up with every single one, your eyes going crossed then.

“Wanna see your pretty eyes,” he murmurs, taking them off, setting them aside and leaning low over you now. “Can you see me, blind little brat?”

“Y-yes. Yes.” He kisses you again, while he’s bending you in half, fucking you so deep you feel him everywhere, your stomach, fuck your throat, all of it, he’s ruining your cunt until she will just know his shape and you can’t say you mind, not when he slams hard, and you feel your body tense. “Kuna, please…”

“What, brat, need to cum?” He whispers, saliva breaking apart in a thin, gossamer string as the filthy sounds of his cock wrecking your squelching cunt fill the room. “Say please, huh?”

“Please, mnh! Kuna, please,” Sukuna reaches down, like he already knows your body after two fuck sessions, finding your twitchy little clit and leaning up, rubbing little circles and angling his hips just so, your orgasm hits you so hard, already sensitive from his tongue, his mouth, those fingers.

“That’s it, cum all on me, make a fuckin’ mess,” he murmurs, but in his head he’s already mad with one thought.

His.

You weren’t dancing or talking or smoking with another dude, ever the fuck again - he knows enough people, he can make sure of it too, watching your eyes roll back, that mouth in a slutty O as your cunt starts milking him then. He sucks in a breath, now laying his heavy weight on you, mean strokes hitting so hard and deep the smacks keep echoing as you’re so fucking full.

“Slutty hole wants all my cum, huh? Should I fill you the fuck up, have you drip me the rest of this fucking party?” Sukuna’s eyes are so dark with his blown out pupils, all you can see is black with red rings around them, as he grips your hip bruising. “Can’t even talk? That pathetic huh? Thought I had to match your freak, brat.”

“Mnh…” You wanna talk back but he’s fucking you from one orgasm into another, and all you can manage is a - ‘cum in me’ - which pushes him over the edge.

“Yeah, can you take all this cum, baby?”

Baby.

It’s echoing - Sukuna, your plug, the most popular dude there is, is sweet talking you and rolling his hips. One moment it’s ‘fucking slutty cunt, feel her’ the next it’s - ‘so pretty, look at you’. The mix of filthy, nasty words and sweet whispers, and brutal strokes that ruin your cunt and tender caresses is too much, he’s too much, you can’t formulate words, a girl who's never at a loss for them.

“I c-can take it,” you whisper finally, eyes locking, and then he moans, lifting your thighs up high, shoving them until they’re flushed with your breasts, smushed as his weight presses on your thighs, and he starts fucking his veiny, slick cock harder and harder.

“Yeah? Beg for it, huh?” you bite your lip, glaring. “Beg for me to fill this perfect little cunt, be the only one to.”

“P-possessive… psycho…” he’s chuckling, like he’s really fucking lost it, slamming in one more time. “Beg m-me, huh?”

“Fuck,” he’s done with your ass, you’re literally so annoying, but he also is fucking loving it, your attitude even as he has you bent and folded in half. “Tiny little cunt, bet she can’t.”

“I can, f-fuck… just… cum in me- stop talking and - ah!” He’s done when you demand it like that, when your nails press into his biceps, his head falls back as he feels his release, so much cum, despite jerking it all week it’s been building up, waiting for you. “Sukuna!”

“God, feel her, milking every bit, greedy, slutty,” he murmurs, kissing you over and over, barbell massaging your tongue, his huge hands slipping your thighs down as his ropes of white cum paint your walls. “Fuck…”

“Mnh…” You’re weak, head falling to the side for his kisses, thighs shaking violently when he moves again. “Sukuna!”

“Mmm, never wanna fucking leave your pussy, god.” He keeps kissing and slowly pumping, your nails tear into his back, and he loves it, groaning, hoping you leave your marks as he sucks on the base of your neck, lapping up sweat off your skin.

“You cum so much, holy…” He pulls back, grinning as he leans up, kissing your lips sweetly for just a moment, then glaring.

“You’re my girlfriend now, got it?”

You giggle, breathless, brushing a lock of his pink hair back. “Am I now? Not even gonna ask me?”

His brows lower, ruby eyes narrowing. “Nope. I do have a question…”

“Hmm?”

“Wanna smoke?” You grin, nodding, and Sukuna dips, for a moment you panic, but he’s soon back with water bottles and his bag of weed, while you’re in the bathroom cleaning up. He comes behind you in the mirror, wrapping an arm under your breasts and groaning. “God, look at you.”

You turn, leaning up as he leans down, kissing you again, soon the two of you are lounging in the bed, half dressed and laughing, as he inhales the blunt and turns to his side, studying you seriously for a moment, everything feels so comfy and perfect with him, heady. “What is it?”

“Just… you’re really pretty covered in me.” He murmurs, you flush, eyeing the marks on your thighs, your breasts, taking the blunt from his fingers and inhaling it into your mouth, gesturing for him.

He leans forward, and you blow the smoke into his mouth, he lets it fill his lungs and moans, big hands gripping the narrow of your waist, thumbs brushing under the swells of your breasts. He sucks in the smoke now, exhaling, when he takes the blunt again, sighing, brushing your hair back with his free hand.

“You’re still not getting free weed, you know.”

You scoff, glaring as he grins wide. “You are a jerk!”

“Just saying, you gotta pay. Maybe a small discount.”

“A discount!? You just came inside me.” He laughs now, husky with his smirk, laying back on his arm, bent under his head, inhaling again.

“Hmm, yeah I did, didn’t I? Okay, a good discount.”

“Psh!” You shove at his big body, when he pins you down, sighing and slipping up your skirt.

“Tch, fucked her up, huh?” He leans down, pressing bites, sharp along your thighs, you gasp out, feeling dizzy and weak, cunt throbbing from him still. “She’s wasting all that cum.”

“Wasting, what- oh fuck.” He’s got two fingers shoving his sticky cum back in your abused hole, inhaling the blunt and blowing the smoke right on your clit then, you’re arching your back, hips bucking up. “What the… mnh…”

He sucks his fingers, handing you the blunt, you’re blushing as he makes his way back between your thighs. You inhale the blunt now, letting it hit deep as Ryomen Sukuna’s tongue ring collects the milky white cum oozing from your cunt now.

“Hmm,” you earn a glare when you decide to put your glasses on his face. “You look hot, imagine - Nerd Kuna. Ow!”

Sukuna bites your clit, the glasses looking far too sexy on him, and watches you giggle, making his heart race. “Only nerd here is you.”

“Mnh, Sukuna…” He’s lapping at you more and more, the clicking and squishing of your cunt as he cleans up the mess he’s made, all while your glasses on his face are fogging up.

He puts out your blunt, back inside you, spitting his cum and yours in your mouth, tongues swapping it so messy together, big hand wrapped around your throat, bringing you with him to cum over and over, and you realize that night, in your fifth or so round - You think you might just be in love with your plug.

I had wayyy too much fun, hope you all enjoyed ittt hehe

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[cumironi]

A BRAT IS ALL I WANT ！

TOJI FUSHIGURO has a breeding kink, and you’ll be damned if you give into it! but in reality, he just wants to start a family with you.

warning. husband! toji fushiguro, breeding kink, ōral ( m! receiving ), fingering, nipple-playing, dirty talk, pet names, name-calling.

wc. 4,5k | in this megumi wasn't born yet.

sure, you loved being toji fushiguro's wife. however, he sure knows how to get your nerves screaming. your birth control switched out for ibuprofen, holes in condoms, fucking you raw in your sleep even!

“c’mon baby.. i want a brat…”

toji drawls, so sexy and arrogant. you absolutely fume, straddling his lap as he gives you that big, scarred, smile. he has a breeding kink, and you’ll be damned if you give into it!

“let me fuck you raw again, baby…”

you glare at him defiantly, hands on your hips as you straddle his lap. “absolutely not, toji! we've been over this. i'm not ready for a kid right now.”

he just grins up at you cockily, large hands gripping your waist. “aw c'mon babe, don't be like that. you know you love feeling my cum flood your tight little pussy.” is thumbs rub circles on your lower belly. “and i know you'll look so damn hot all round and glowing with my baby growing inside you."

you scowl and try to wriggle off his lap but he holds you firmly in place, erection pressing insistently against your ass. “unhand me, you brute!” you demand haughtily, “i won't be bred against my will!”

his eyes gleam with mischief and lust, hands tightening around your waist as he chuckles deeply. “oh, but darling... i think you're enjoying this way more than you let on,” he teases, nipping lightly at your earlobe.

his fingers trail down towards your thighs, deftly slipping under the hem of your skirt to tease along your inner thigh. “besides, who said anything about doing it against your will? i just wanna see those pretty tits swell up with milk and feel our son kicking inside ya...”

with a swift movement, he flips you onto your back on the couch before you can react, pinning you beneath his heavy frame. his breath is warm against your neck as he whispers huskily, “now why don't we make ourselves comfortable while we discuss this further?”

“you're such an infuriating man!” you huff indignantly, squirming underneath him despite yourself. “fine then, if i have to do this, you better make it worth my while!”

your hands reach up to claw at his chest, nails digging into the hard muscle there as you push against him. the firmness of his body pressed against yours sends shivers through your spine. “show me what else you can do besides getting me pregnant...”

he smirks down at you, clearly pleased with your response. “is that so?” he murmurs seductively, trailing kisses along your jawline until he reaches your lips.

his tongue slips past them in a dominant sweep that leaves no room for argument. one hand moves from your hip to cup one of your breasts over the fabric of your shirt, thumb rubbing over the hardened nipple through the material.

“you've got quite the mouth on you when you're angry,” he growls approvingly before pulling away slightly to admire his handiwork— the flush spreading across your cheeks and chest. “but don’t worry baby... i plan on showing you plenty tonight.”

your breath catches in your throat as he continues his assault on your senses. you arch up into his touch, nipples pebbling harder against the palm of his hand.

“arrogant bastard...” you gasp out between moans, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity despite the heat pooling between your legs.

but it’s futile— every brush of his skin against yours sets fire to your veins and makes your heart race faster. the sight of him looming above you like this, so powerful yet so gentle at times... it drives you wild.

“just remember this next time you decide to play doctor without consent,” you manage to say through gritted teeth before biting down on your lip hard enough to taste blood. he chuckles darkly at your words, but doesn't stop what he's doing. instead, his other hand slides down from your waist to grip your thigh tightly.

“oh, i'll remember alright,” he promises huskily before leaning down to capture another kiss from you.

his free hand slips beneath your shirt to find bare skin, tracing up along your ribcage until he reaches your breast once more. this time though, there's no barrier between them— only soft flesh meeting rough fingertips.

“feel good?” he asks teasingly as he rolls your nipple between two fingers causing sparks to shoot straight down to your core. the sensation of his touch on your bare skin sends shockwaves through you. a low whimper escapes from deep within your throat as he teases your sensitive nipple.

“too good,” you admit breathlessly, tilting your head back against the cushioned couch back. your hips instinctively buck upwards seeking friction against nothing but air. the need for something— anything— to fill that empty ache gnawing at you becomes almost unbearable.

“just because i say yes doesn't mean you get to take advantage of me,” you pant out weakly, trying desperately to keep hold of whatever shred of control left over. but with each stroke of his fingers over your heated flesh, it feels less like a warning and more like an invitation into pleasureland.

a wicked grin spreads across his face at your words. “take advantage? me?” he questions mockingly, though there's a glint of amusement in his eyes.

slowly, deliberately, he starts to slide downwards— kissing and licking a path along your collarbone before dipping lower still until he reaches the swell of your breasts. “i think we both know who's really in charge here,” he rumbles against your skin, hot breath ghosting over one hardened peak, “and it ain't you.”

without warning, he takes the sensitive bud into his mouth and sucks hard— tongue swirling around it torturously slow while his hand continues its ministrations on the other side.

a sharp cry tears itself from your lips as waves of pleasure crash over you. his mouth on your breast feels incredible; too much so for comfort. your fingers tangle into his hair, holding him close against you. despite everything you’ve been saying, it’s clear that you’re losing ground fast.

“don't stop...” you breathe out heavily, unable to deny him anymore.

even though part of you knows this isn't fair— that he's manipulating things to get exactly what he wants— another part relishes in being taken care of like this. and god help you, but it feels amazing.

“oh, fuck! just please...”

he hums in approval against your breast, the vibration sending jolts of electricity straight to your core. “that's it, sweetheart,” he coaxes, releasing your nipple with a wet pop before moving to lavish attention on its twin. “just let go and enjoy it. you know you love when i take charge.”

his hands roam your body possessively, palming your curves and squeezing roughly enough to leave marks. when he finally pulls back to gaze down at you, his expression is pure sin— dark eyes blazing with hunger and dominance.

“now, where were we?” he muses, voice dripping with promise as he starts to unbutton his shirt— revealing chiseled abs and a scattering of scars. “why don't you show me just how grateful you are for my attention?” he suggests, fingers already working to undo his belt buckle.

the sight of him undressing, even partially, sends a surge of arousal coursing through your veins. your breath hitches in anticipation as he leans closer again. “like this?” you ask, reaching out to trace a finger down his chest, feeling the ridges of muscles ripple beneath your touch.

your hand dips lower, brushing against the bulge straining against his pants. a smirk curls your lips at the feel of him throbbing beneath your fingertips. “or maybe like this?” you whisper suggestively, giving his hardness a firm squeeze through the fabric. his bulge feels heavy on your palm.

he lets out a low groan at your touch, hips jerking forward involuntarily as you fondle him through his pants. “that's it, baby,” he encourages, his own hands coming up to cup your breasts again, kneading them roughly. “get me nice and hard for you.”

with a swift motion, he frees himself from his trousers, allowing his thick cock to spring forth. it stands proud and erect, the tip glistening with pre-cum. “now why don't you put that clever mouth of yours to good use?” he commands, stroking himself slowly as he watches you with hungry eyes.

“lick it clean first, then take me deep inside that sweet little throat of yours. show me how much you want to be bred by me, my love.” the sight of his impressive erection makes your mouth water. with shaky hands, you reach out to wrap your fingers around his shaft. he's warm and solid in your grasp— a tangible proof of his arousal. you can't resist leaning in to lap at the precum beading at the tip, savoring the salty-sweet flavor.

leaning forward, you press a lingering kiss onto the head of his cock before taking it into your mouth. the salty-sweet flavor explodes on your tongue as you start to suck gently. “mmm, tastes good,” you murmur appreciatively before wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and sucking gently.

as you begin to bob your head, taking him deeper into your warm, wet mouth with each pass, you feel yourself getting lost in the sensation. his musky scent fills your nostrils, and the weight of him on your tongue is intoxicating.

you hollow your cheeks and suck harder, determined to please him. your hand comes up to fondle his heavy balls, rolling them in your palm as you work his shaft with increasing enthusiasm.

you bob your head back and forth, taking as much of him as possible into your warm cavernous space. each stroke sends tremors rippling through your body making it difficult to concentrate on anything else besides pleasing him right now.

a low, guttural moan escapes his lips as you take him deeper, the sound vibrating through you as you suck. his fingers tangle in your hair, guiding your movements.

“fucking hell, just like that,” he growls, thrusting shallowly into your mouth as you work him over, “such a good little cocksucker, aren't you?”

he rocks his hips in time with your bobbing head, fucking your face with increasing urgency. the sight of your lips stretched tight around his girth, the way your cheeks hollow with each suck, is almost too much to bear. “you're going to make me cum so hard down your throat if you keep this up,” he warns, voice strained with pleasure. “ready to swallow every drop like a good girl?” his pace quickens, driving himself deeper with each thrust.

your nose presses against his pubic bone as he hits the back of your throat, the pressure building with each thrust. tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the intensity, but you don't dare pull away.

“mmph!” you gag slightly as he bottoms out, but quickly recover, relaxing your throat to take him even deeper. the vibrations of your muffled moans add to the sensations as you continue to suck and lick at his shaft.

your free hand slides up his abdomen to tease his nipples, pinching and rolling them between your fingers as you service him. the dual stimulation of your mouth and hands pushes you closer to the edge, your own arousal building rapidly.

you look up at him through tear-filled eyes, watching his face contort in pleasure as you work him over. his hips buck wildly, driven by instinct alone as you manage to take him impossibly deep. the sight of those full lips wrapped tightly around his cock, trembling from effort and pleasure— it's all too much.

“oh fuck, right there...” he grunts out, eyes locked onto yours, “that's it, swallow every inch.”

with a final powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt in your throat. he holds there for a moment longer than necessary, letting you adjust before beginning to move again.

“gonna fill you up soon,” he whispers hoarsely, his control slipping as ecstasy floods through him. his strokes become erratic as he teeters on the brink of release.

“just... just a bit more, my l-love...”

the feeling of him pulsing against your tongue is exquisite, his impending climax evident in the way his cock throbs and twitches in your mouth. you double your efforts, sucking harder and faster as you sense his orgasm approaching.

your throat constricts around him rhythmically as you swallow, milking his shaft for all it's worth. drool escapes from the corners of your stretched lips, dripping down your chin and onto your heaving breasts.

you can feel your own arousal building to a fever pitch, your core clenching around nothing as you imagine him filling you up with his seed. the thought alone nearly pushes you over the edge. but you hold off, determined to make him come first. you want to taste his essence, to feel him pulse and twitch in your mouth as he finds his release.

with a guttural groan, he slams home one last time, holding you in place as his cock erupts in your mouth. thick ropes of hot cum coat your tongue, flooding your senses with the intense flavor of his release.

“fuuuckkk!” he bellows, eyes rolling back in bliss as he rides out his orgasm. his grip on your hair tightens, not painful but insistent, keeping you still as he empties himself into your eager mouth. wave after wave of his seed pulses across your taste buds, each spurt a testament to his pleasure. finally, with a shuddering gasp, he stills, his cock softening slightly within the confines of your lips.

“swallow it all, baby,” he orders, voice husky with satisfaction, “every last drop belongs to you now.”

you eagerly swallow every last drop of his cum, savoring the taste as it coats your tongue and slips down your throat. his seed is potent and rich, leaving an unmistakable warmth spreading throughout your belly.

reluctantly releasing him from your mouth, you sit back on your heels, panting heavily. your lips are swollen and bruised from their vigorous use, a satisfied smile curving them despite the discomfort.

you reach up to wipe away some of the drool trickling down your chin, smearing it over your cleavage instead. looking up at him through half-lidded eyes filled with lust and satisfaction, “did i do okay?”

he looks down at you, chest heaving with each breath as he fights to regain his composure. a satisfied smirk plays on his lips as he takes in the sight of you, flushed and disheveled.

“you always did, baby,” he replies, voice rough with residual pleasure, “best damn blowjob i've ever had.” he reaches out to run a finger along your jawline, tracing the path of a single tear that has managed to escape. his touch is surprisingly gentle given the intensity of what just transpired.

“but we're not done yet,“ he adds with a predatory gleam in his eye, “it's my turn to breed you now.” without waiting for further response, he pulls you towards him until you're straddling his lap once more. his cock is already starting to stir again, eager for another round. you wrap your arms around him, smiling so beautifully just like how you are, his sweet, sweet little wife.

feeling your arms encircle him, toji lets out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest. his hands roam over your body, taking delight in the softness of your skin beneath his calloused palms.

“i'm glad you're mine,” he murmurs into your ear, nipping gently at the lobe, “i plan on making you feel very well taken care of.” his hands slide lower, pulling your hips flush against his growing erection. the sensation makes him groan in anticipation.

“so let's get started, shall we?”

you giggle softly, leaning in to press your lips to his in a tender kiss. as you pull back, you whisper, “i love being yours, toji. show me how much.” emboldened by your words, you begin to grind against him, your slick heat coating his length through the fabric of your underwear. the friction sends sparks of pleasure coursing through you, stoking the flames of desire even higher.

he captures your lips again in a searing kiss, tongue delving deep to claim every inch of your mouth. when you break apart, panting, he grips your hips firmly and begins to rock you against him, the motion deliberate and slow.

“that's it, ride my cock,” he commands, voice thick with need, “let me feel that sweet pussy of yours rubbing against me.” his hands slide under your shirt, palming your breasts roughly as he continues to grind you against his hardness. the sensation is maddening, each pass sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

“fuck, you're soaked,” he growls, breaking the kiss to trail biting kisses down your neck, “can't wait to bury myself inside you and fill you up.”

you moan loudly, the sensation of his hard cock pressing against your clit driving you wild. you arch your back, pushing your breasts further into his grasp as he tweaks and rolls your sensitive nipples. you can hardly stand it anymore; the need to have him inside you is overwhelming. you start to move faster against him, desperate for more contact.

“oh god, toji,” you whimper, looking into his eyes, “please, i need you... need you to fuck me.”

hearing your plea, toji's restraint snaps. with a swift movement, he stands up, carrying you effortlessly in his arms. he strides towards the bed, laying you down upon it with surprising gentleness considering the urgency of his actions.

“you'll get exactly what you ask for,” he promises, yanking down your panties with a rough tug. his gaze falls upon your glistening folds, wet and ready for him.

positioning himself between your thighs, he lines up his throbbing member at your entrance. without another word, he plunges deep inside you, stretching and filling you completely. “fucking perfect,” he grunts out, beginning to set a punishing pace. each thrust drives him deeper, hitting spots within you that make stars burst behind your eyelids.

a loud cry tears itself from your throat as he fills you entirely, stretching your walls deliciously. the sensation is overwhelming, causing your entire body to shake.

“oh, t-toji, baby..” you plead desperately, wrapping your legs around his waist to draw him even deeper if possible. every stroke hits just right, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails scratching lightly over his skin as you cling to him for support. you can't help but buck up to meet each of his powerful thrusts, desperate to take everything he offers.

he growls in approval, loving the way you claw at him as he pounds into your willing body. the sound of your cries and the sight of your breasts bouncing with each forceful thrust only spur him on.

“look at me,” he demands, his voice thick with lust, “want to see those pretty eyes when i breed you.” his hands grip your hips tightly, anchoring you to him while he drives into you mercilessly. the slap of flesh echoes around the room, punctuating the symphony of moans and groans.

as he watches your face contort with pleasure, toji leans down to capture a nipple between his teeth, nibbling harshly before soothing it with a flick of his tongue. you obey instantly, meeting his gaze with wide, lust-filled eyes. the combination of his commanding presence and the raw pleasure he's giving you leaves you breathless.

“oh fuck, toji...” your voice trails off into a series of broken whimpers as he teases your nipple. the dual sensations of his cock pounding into you and his teeth grazing your sensitive bud send shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your veins.

your inner walls clench around him involuntarily, trying to milk him for all he's worth. but it's clear that you're far from finished; there's still so much more you want from this dominant man.

feeling your walls flutter around him, toji can't hold back a satisfied grunt. he releases your breast with a pop, watching as a bead of blood appears where he'd been sucking. “good girl,” he praises, slapping your thigh lightly for emphasis, “keep coming for me.”

with renewed vigor, he starts slamming into you harder than before. each thrust goes deeper than the last, aimed directly at that spot inside you that makes stars dance across your vision. the bed creaks under their combined weight as he picks up speed, driven by pure instinct and carnal desire.

the sharp sting of pain from his bite quickly gives way to intense pleasure as he pounds into you relentlessly. your body bows off the mattress with each brutal thrust, helpless to resist the onslaught of sensation.

“o-oh god, oh god!“ you whimpering, your voice hoarse from crying out in ecstasy. your mind blanks, consumed solely by the primal urge to be filled, claimed, bred. you lock your ankles behind his back, using every ounce of strength to pull him impossibly deeper. your hips rise to meet his, creating a frenzied rhythm that threatens to shatter you completely.

the feeling of you wrapping yourself around him, urging him on, pushes roji closer to the edge. he feels your body tensing beneath him, signaling that you’re nearing your climax. “that's it,” he encourages through gritted teeth, “come for me, show me how much you love being fucked by your husband.”

his thrusts become erratic as he chases his own release. the thought of filling you with his seed fuels his arousal further. “going to breed you so good,” he vows before capturing your lips once more in a bruising kiss. the intensity of his words coupled with the relentless pace of his thrusts sends you spiraling into oblivion. a scream rips from your throat as your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave.

“i'm cumming!“ you cry out, your body convulsing around his cock as waves of pleasure rip through you. your juices coat his shaft, slickening the path for him to find his own release. your inner muscles clench and unclench rhythmically, milking him for all he’s worth. you can barely form coherent thoughts; all that remains is raw, animalistic pleasure.

feeling your pussy spasm around him triggers toji's own climax. with a guttural roar, he buries himself to the hilt and unleashes a torrent of hot semen deep inside you. “take it all, my wife,” he growls, his hips jerking erratically as he pumps you full of his essence. the sensation of his cum flooding your womb sends shivers down his spine.”

as the final pulses of his orgasm subside, toji collapses onto you, his heavy chest heaving against your own. he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, marking you with gentle bites and whispers of praise. panting heavily, you bask in the afterglow of your intense coupling. feeling toji's warm seed fill you to the brim brings a sense of satisfaction and completion.

“handsome,” you murmur contentedly, running your fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. embracing the intimacy of the moment, you wrap your arms around him, holding him close as he recovers. your bodies remain joined, the evidence of his claim still dripping from your entwined forms.

toji hums in pleasure at your touch, nuzzling deeper into your embrace. he presses a soft kiss to your pulse point, savoring the taste of your skin.

“mmm, you're beautiful too, the most beautiful,” he murmurs, slowly rolling you to your sides. even in this position, he remains buried inside you, his softening cock still nestled in your warmth. gently, he begins to rock against you, stirring the mix of his cum and your juices within your shared depths. he action sends pleasant tingles through both of you, prolonging the intimate connection.

“this was perfect,” he says, his voice low and satisfied, “just what we both needed.”

your body responds eagerly to his movements, each subtle shift reigniting the embers of pleasure within you. you let out a blissful sigh, enjoying the lazy rhythm you've fallen into. “it was...more than perfect,” you agree, a smile curving your lips despite the exhaustion settling in. the tender affection mixed with the lingering heat of your lovemaking leaves you feeling cherished and utterly fulfilled.

as the minutes stretch on, you find yourself reluctant to break away from this sweet, languid closeness. it's moments like these that make you realize just how deeply you adore your husband— in every way imaginable.

toji gazes at you adoringly, taking in the blissful expression on your face. he reaches up to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead, his touch feather-light and reverent.

“i love seeing you like this,” he confesses softly, “satisfied and happy in my arms.” he pauses, his expression turning thoughtful. “i think it's time we started planning our family, don't you? we could have a few more little ones running around, keeping us busy and on our toes.”

the suggestion is made with a playful glint in his eye, but there's an underlying seriousness to his words. toji wants to build a life filled with love, passion, and children— and he intends to start that process soon. at the mention of starting a family, your heart swells with joy. the idea of carrying another child conceived in such passionate, loving circumstances fills you with excitement.

“you know i've always wanted that,” you reply, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips, “a house full of laughter and love...and maybe some mischief too, maybe later,”

the prospect of growing their family together stirs something deep within you. not just physical attraction, but emotional commitment— a bond forged not only between lovers but also parents-to-be. “but for now,” you continue, tracing idle patterns on his chest, “let's just enjoy this moment. our private paradise.”

hearing your agreement, toji smirks, his eyes sparkling with delight. he captures your wandering hand and brings it to his lips for a kiss.

“a private paradise sounds ideal,” he agrees, nipping gently at your fingertips, “but i suppose we should get moving eventually.” despite his words, there's no urgency in his tone. Instead, he seems content to simply stay here with you— lost in each other's company until reality comes knocking.

“but first,” he adds, pulling you closer until your breasts press against his chest, “i need to make sure you're thoroughly satisfied.”

a soft chuckle escapes your lips at his declaration. the idea of being thoroughly satisfied by your husband is quite appealing indeed. “oh, i think i am,” you purr, rubbing your thighs together to alleviate the residual ache left by their earlier activities, “but if you insist...“

you arch your back slightly, pressing even harder against him. the sensation of his semi-hard member still nestled inside you sends delightful sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins. “just one more round?” you tease, batting your eyelashes playfully.

toji's smirk widens at your teasing words, his dark eyes gleaming with lustful intent. he rolls you onto your back, positioning himself above you with a predatory grace.

“one more round it is then,” he declares, beginning to move again, leaning closer to kiss your forehead. his renewed thrusts are slow and deliberate, designed to draw out every last drop of pleasure from both of you.

each stroke sends jolts of pleasure radiating throughout your body. the combination of his weight pressing down on you and the steady rhythm of his hips driving into yours creates an intoxicating blend of sensations.

“and when we're done,” he promises huskily, “we'll start planning our future...together.”

[inkedbybarnes]

blind date

bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: convinced that bucky will never like you back, you agree to a blind date arranged for you to forget about him.

word count: 3.7k

warnings: fluff. two idiots pining over each other (i know, i know. i love the trope). blind dates (they honestly scare me). boundaries being crossed. not so gentleman of a blind date. protective & grumpy bucky (yes, that's a warning!). pet names such as doll. lowercase writing. not proofread.

notes: happy 500 followers to us! hehe. sorry it took long, i waited until i reached that milestone and we finally did! we're growing in our small delulu home, and i love it. <3 i hope you enjoy this one!

dividers by @cafekitsune

comments, reblogs, and likes are highly appreciated. thank you! ♡

“come on! tell me more about this mystery guy.”

natasha plopped down the couch beside you while she held a pint of ice cream in her hand and a spoonful on its way to her mouth. you were talking about the blind date that sam arranged for you, and she hasn't stopped asking questions since you mentioned it.

“there's really nothing to tell besides that he's a guy looking for a date and that he's friends with sam. i'm actually surprised that sam set this all up, but i trust him, you know? maybe it'll be nice,” you answered, ignoring the fact that sam suggested this to help you get over your not-so-little crush on a super soldier.

your phone beeped, showing a message sent to you by your teammate. “speaking of the devil, sam just sent me the details but i'm really not sure if i should go. it doesn't feel right.”

“and leave the poor guy waiting? not happening." natasha stuck her spoon into her pint and set it down on the coffee table. “you feel that way because you like someone already, but nothing's going to happen if we'll sit here waiting. you're either giving this date a chance or ask bucky out. it's time you finally go out there and see someone. aren't you sick of us yet?"

“i'm quite sick of you, that's for sure.” you joked, having natasha as your room neighbour and basically your best friend. if you weren't spending your time sleeping in your room, you'd be spending it with her. “i just don't think i should be going on dates when i know i'm technically not emotionally available for others yet.”

“oh, you can't be sick of me. i'm great company." natasha replied confidently. “then why did you agree? we all know, besides barnes, that you've liked him for so long. plus, he's never been with anyone for ages. the two of you makes sense.”

you gnawed on your lower lip, hesitant to tell nat the reason why you agreed to this stupid date, but she was your best friend and also one hell of a spy to even try and hide it. “he told me that he found someone similar to bucky and that i might want to meet him. we agreed to let it be a blind date to avoid the mess of telling them that they're meeting an avenger.”

“i knew it. you're going on a rebound date!” she jumped on her seat, as if she'd solved the winning numbers to the lottery. “there was no way you'd suddenly go on a blind date without a catch. you're too hung up on bucky!”

“keep it down!” you pulled her back into the couch, nervously looking around the room to see if anyone was close by. “i'm pretty sure rebounds only apply to people i've dated. bucky's hardly a candidate for that list.”

“you've liked him for way too long that it basically feels like you had a relationship, and i'm pretty sure he likes you too,” natasha said. “trust me, my guts? golden.”

you winced at the thought. there had been zero signs that bucky liked you back. as much as you trusted natasha and her instincts, this was something you couldn't just assume.

“i don't think so, nat. i've given him enough hints. it's either he's too dense about it or he's just not interested. maybe it's just how it's supposed to be, and i can't keep myself stuck with maybes forever.” you sighed, deciding to finally go to the blind date. “help me pick an outfit?”

“like you even have to ask?” she smiled, dragging you to your room while you were still left with uncertainty in your heart.

the restaurant was one of those hole-in-the-wall places in downtown new york. it had a lot people dining inside, their noise easily heard from the outside, yet the ambiance already felt warm and welcoming. you wondered if sam suggested the place or the guy you were about to meet.

you sighed, giving your chest one last tap since it wouldn't stop beating so fast. it was a wonder how your heartbeat remained stable during a risky mission, while a harmless date had you this nervous. although with that, you felt human.

“okay, let's see where this goes,” you muttered to yourself, glancing at your watch that had a tracking device in it, as requested (or ordered) by your best friend.

natasha initially opted to come with you and seat somewhere far, but you told her that you didn't need it. so, she settled with a tracking device, as if you weren't an avenger who could defend yourself. you couldn't find it in you to complain, since this was natasha's own way of showing that she cared.

you entered the restaurant, eyes wandering around the room despite not knowing exactly what to look for. the only details you were allowed to know was that “joseph” knew where to take you, so you assumed that person was one of the staff that you had to look for.

once you found a waitress that didn't look too occupied, you approached her with a smile. “excuse me, may i know where joseph is?”

the lady looked up at you, recognition evident on her face. you were slightly worried that she knew your identity, but she gave you a warm smile and held your arm gently. “oh, he's right there by the counter. let me take you to him!”

she escorted you towards the man handling the counter that seemed to be where the orders were taken. he was shouting various orders behind him while arranging the food on the counter. by the looks of it, he could be the manager or the owner of the place.

“she's here!” the lady beside you exclaimed, catching the full attention of joseph.

“ah, there's our special guest for tonight!” joseph walked around the counter to hug you, as if you knew each other for a long time. “come, come! we have the best spot reserved for you. it's right outside where you can enjoy the view while also having some privacy, eh? your date already arrived, but no worries. he wasn't waiting for too long.”

you were rendered speechless as he took you to the patio, not expecting your date to arrive first, and most importantly not expecting to see him right away. you thought you were early enough, but it seems that your date was an earlier bird than you were.

once outside, all you could see was an empty patio with one man sitting not so far from where you were standing. you hated how you could only see his back and not his face, since he was facing the opposite direction. although, you immediately noticed how he was dressed similarly to bucky.

similar haircut, black boots, and a black jacket. while you weren't sure if they actually looked alike, sam wasn't kidding about them having some similarities.

“how come it's empty out here?” you asked with genuine curiosity. the restaurant was oozing with customers tonight, and they could surely use the extra space outdoors.

“well, uh...” joseph scratched his head, smiling awkwardly as he looked for an answer. “oh, well, stop worrying about that! you're here to go on a date and nothing more! let us worry about that ourselves, hm? come, let's not make your date wait for too long.”

you both walked towards the only table occupied, taking a deep breath before joseph announced, “your date has arrived!”

the man turned around, eyes widened at the sudden noise, but he eventually smiled once he looked at you.

“hey, nice to finally meet you.” he stood up, extending his hand. “i'm martin.”

one look at him and you knew that your heart stubbornly stayed with someone you shouldn't be thinking about.

“i still can't believe that i'm on a date with an avenger.”

you were barely done with your meal despite being here for more than an hour, and martin hasn't been able to stop gushing about your whole avenger sideline. while you understood his excitement, this wasn't the type of date that you hoped for.

“you think i could tell my friends?” he asked, suddenly nudging his chair closer to you that he was basically sitting beside you. “they probably won't believe me, so will it be okay if we took a picture?”

oh, so that's why he moved closer.

“sure.” you forced a smile. “but don't get too close, maybe? i'm.. i'm not that comfortable yet.”

as if you said nothing, he placed an arm over your shoulder, pulling you even closer to him. you've been through worse situations than this, but you were highly uncomfortable having your boundaries crossed.

bucky wouldn't do something like this. how did sam think that any of his behaviour was similar to him?

martin already had his phone out, capturing pictures and squeezing your arm, when you decided that this isn't what you wanted, but before you could open your mouth, you felt someone pulling his arm off of you, causing martin to scream.

“what is wrong with you!?” martin shouted, standing up and stepping away while he held his aching arm. when you turned around, you felt your heart stop to find the person you least expected to be here, but wanted the most to be with.

“bucky?”

he did not look at you, his eyes still fixated on martin, nostrils flaring as he took a step closer, standing in front of you as if he was shielding you, while martin took the same amount of steps backwards. “she clearly said no. what the fuck was so hard about understanding that?”

“look, man, i don't know what you're doing here, but i think this is between me and her,” he said, his eyes showing fear as he watched the ex-assassin approach him, hearing the gears of his metal arm whirring.

“give me your phone.” bucky ordered. “now.”

martin immediately fished for his phone, nearly dropping it, and gave it to bucky. “w-what are you going to do?”

“no, this is what you're gonna do,” bucky started, crashing martin's phone with ease and carelessly throwing it to the side. “this date never happened, your friends will hear nothing about tonight, and you will get out of here before i finish counting to three. one...”

in a snap, martin was already out of your sight. if you hadn't known martin before this, you would think he idolised pietro with the way he ran so fast.

“are you okay?”

forgetting about bucky for a split second, his voice jolted you out of your thoughts. you looked up, your heart racing, to find him right in front you.

“what are you doing here?”

“that doesn't really answer my question, doll. answer mine first, will ya? then i'll answer yours.”

“i'm okay, but i can take care of myself. you didn't have to scare the guy.” you sighed, trying your best to look displeased when in fact this has been the happiest you've been tonight. “so? why are you here?”

“well, it's really hard to explain...”

“you better try, barnes, because i am very confused right now,” you said. “one moment i'm on a date with someone, then suddenly my teammate, who i told nothing about said date, appears and crushes the phone of the guy i'm with?”

“natasha told me about it.”

you frowned, not surprised with natasha's gossipy nature, but confused about what she could've said that made him go all the way here.

“i was looking for you since you're always with us during dinner, and nat told me that you were on a date. i couldn't help but ask where and with whom, but she said that she had no idea, that it was a blind date. she was more than glad to tell me where you were, so i came here looking for you.”

“why?” you asked, confused and suddenly hopeful at the same time. although, you tried to keep your hopes down, not wanting to set yourself up for a heartbreak.

“what do you mean why? that's it. i was just worried, and now you're okay. can we go home?”

he turned his back on you and walked away, you were quick enough follow him, still unsatisfied with his answer.

once you've reached a dark alley where he had his motorcycle parked, you sighed and decided to ask one more time.

“what are you actually doing here, barnes?” you asked. “i want an actual answer or i'm walking home.”

“it doesn't matter,” bucky answered shortly, frustration. written on his face. “why did you agree to this anyway? doesn't feel like something you'd do.”

“you have no idea about what i feel and what i want to do,” you answered. “and you still haven't answered my question.”

“i don't know, okay? i don't know. i just..” he sighed. “i heard the word date and everything didn't make sense. all i knew was that i wanted to follow you here and stop whatever you were doing. i didn't like it.”

“what gives you the right to stop me from going on a date?” you asked, your head jerked back in disbelief. “and why would it even bother you? this is the first time someone went on a date in the team. so what makes mine so different?”

“what do you think?” he asked, his gaze challenging and curious, waiting for your response.

you stood in silence, his question causing a sudden drift in the conversation. you could feel the tension in the air.

“sam made me go to a blind date as well,” he spoke again. “i just remembered that he was asking me where i'd take someone on a date. days after that, he said he found a girl that i might like, and that i should go on a date with her, he suggested that it should be a blind date, knowing that i'm an avenger and all.”

“why didn't you go?”

“i couldn't. i wasn't interested. i knew it wouldn't work.”

“why?”

“because i already like someone.”

your heart sank, a lump forming in your throat as the reality set in that the person you've been pining for was already interested in someone else.

so much for going on a date to forget about him.

“what about you?” he asked. “why did you go?”

because of you, you idiot.

“trying to get over someone,” you simply answered.

“you were seeing someone?” he asked, completely clueless, but suddenly looking uneasy. “i never knew you were in a relationship. i guess, we're not that close, but i thought i'd at least know abou—”

“what? no!” you replied, voice rising as you spoke. "god, i agreed to this date because i wanted to get over you!"

the words slipped out of your mouth, your eyes widening in surprise as you accidentally reveal the feelings you had kept hidden.

bucky blinked, silence hanging in the air. the confession felt heavy between you as you waited for his response.

“i didn't agree to going on a blind date because i have feelings you,” bucky finally spoke, taking a deep breath before continuing, “because i knew i wouldn't enjoy it knowing i'd be thinking of you anyway, because as convinced as i was that you had no interest in me, i'd rather keep my eyes on you than on anybody else.”

“wait, wait, what? you like me?” you repeated in a slightly disbelieving tone, searching his face for confirmation.

“why would i follow you all the way here if i didn't?”

“because you care? and it might be dangerous to go on a date with someone i've never met?” you guessed. “i mean, i think you'd also do it for everybody else, as grumpy as you look like on the outside, you can be a softie sometimes.”

“if i had no feelings for you, i wouldn't be here. you're an avenger for christ's sake. some random guy would be like a training dummy for you,” he answered. “and no, i wouldn't be doing this for anybody else. if the situation's that dangerous, maybe, but a date? you're all adults. you know what you're doing.”

you couldn't help but giggle at his answer, which earned you a glare from him. “what?”

“nothing.” you shook your head. “you sound like an old man lecturing the younger generation.”

“are we completely ignoring the fact that we like each other?”

“that's the only thing on my mind right now.” you admitted. “are you sure about what you just said? it could be the hunger talking.”

instead of answering, bucky took his phone out of his pocket, swiping and tapping on it a few times before taking your hand and placing it on your palm.

“what am i supposed to—”

“just read it.”

choosing not to argue with him, you grabbed the phone with a frown. his messages with natasha were on the screen, starting from their messages from nearly four months ago. you scrolled through their messages, and while they lasted for months, they were all short and straightforward.

three months ago

bucky:

did you arrive safely?

romanoff:

since when did you start asking?

bucky:

?

romanoff:

yes, we arrived safely.

bucky:

👍🏻

romanoff:

really???

two months ago

bucky:

is she okay?

romanoff:

ohhh, that's why you keep texting.

bucky:

answer

romanoff:

geez, barnes.

yeah, she's okay.

bucky:

ok

one month ago

bucky:

she's sick?

romanoff:

yeah, wanna visit her?

you're basically immune.

bucky:

i have a mission

romanoff:

oh yeah

oops

bucky:

are you busy?

romanoff:

nope

why?

bucky:

take my place

romanoff:

no thanks, barnes.

bucky:

i'll take your next task

and the next one as well

romanoff:

why can't you just take this one?

bucky:

nothing

romanoff:

a reason or i'm not doing it.

bucky:

she's sick

i want to stay

romanoff:

oh my god

you're such a sap

fine i'll talk to steve

bucky:

ty

romanoff:

you're using abbreviations now???

bucky:

👍🏻

one week ago

romanoff:

movie night later, don't ditch us again

bucky:

busy

romanoff:

she planned this one

she's worried you won't come

bucky:

i'll bring snacks

romanoff:

i love knowing your weakness

bring popcorn!

bucky:

she prefers pizza over popcorn

does she like popcorn?

romanoff:

nope, but some of us do.

bucky:

ok

romanoff:

so you're bringing popcorn?

bucky:

no

once you were done reading, you returned his phone back to his hand. “you do like me,” you said, the confession finally sinking in.

bucky nodded. “and you like me too.”

“where does that leave us?” you asked, hoping. “are we.. dating now?”

“no,” he answered quickly.

you felt that ache returning in your chest, but before you could say something, bucky already sensed your worries and he wasn't letting you slip away that easily.

“no because i want to do this right. i want to take you out on a date first, bring you flowers, play music and ask you for a dance, all that stuff that you deserve,” he explained, bringing his warm hand to your cheek. “but trust me that it won't take long before i call you mine. i don't think i have the patience for it at this point.”

“you promise?” you rose to your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around him. “i don't want to wait that long either.”

“you won't,” he replied, leaning into you, his lips brushing against your nose before pulling you in a kiss. “i promise.”

this was supposed to have a lil bonus when they got back to the tower, revealing the team's true involvement with the blind date, buttt i might just do it some other time as a snippet/part 2 instead. i still have a few to write anyway, woops.

if you have any requests for bucky, send them my way! 💌

[stvrkeysgal]

casual enough? — rafe cameron

— what happens behind closed doors after rafe sees you hanging out with a different boy? with no exclusivity, what you had with rafe cameron was an absolute blur. until tonight.

warnings: smut! (piv, rafe does it ROUGHHHH) squirting, swearing, "slut" mention

you knew better than to mess with rafe. you were well aware of his jealous tendencies, anger issues, and how he acts when you so as much look at another guy when he's around.

but he's been testing your patience way too much for your liking as of the moment.

he had one arm wrapped around a blonde, smiling at what she said but clearly wasn't interested in what she was saying. you knew rafe—you had him wrapped around your finger, but the idea of him actually hanging around with a different girl (when he himself doesn't want you doing the same) had you seething mad.

so here you were, skin-to-skin against jj motherfucking maybank. his hands on your waist and your hips swaying to the beat of the music that traveled across the whole bar. you laugh at what jj says, and all that could rafe do is watch as you had fun with someone—someone that wasn't him.

rafe and you were nothing exclusive, that he always made sure of. but he could feel that deal slowly slipping away each time he sees you with anyone else. it was getting hard for him to ignore the pang in his chest every time the idea of you getting with someone crosses his mind.

tonight was no different.

rafe did his best to keep his cool, ignore the way you were pressed against jj's body, the two of you so close that your ass grinded against his fucking crotch every time your hips so much as swayed. rafe could see that clearly, and it was killing him.

the final straw, though, was when jj's hand snaked from your waist to your chest and then to your neck. he held you there for a few seconds, which had you turning back to him with a smirk. the original plan was to make rafe jealous, see how much it takes until he finally cracks. you decided to go along with jj since you knew how much the two despised each other. and judging by the way rafe's eyes bounced back from you and jj, a scowl present on his face, you knew the plan was working.

though, what you didn't expect was for rafe to walk towards you and jj, the blonde girl previously in his arms now forgotten. "i need to talk to you, right now." rafe says, standing in front of you and jj. you smirked instead, dancing once again. "sorry, cameron. i'm clearly busy here."

rafe scoffs then pulls you away from jj rather harshly, which had you glaring at him. "not a fucking fan of repeating myself, baby. either you come with me or i fuck you in front of everyone—including your boy right here." rafe had you pressed against him, his lips against your ear as he whispered.

he had you so speechless, that you just blinked at him slowly. your heart thumps against your chest rapidly, which has you sweating underneath his gaze. you look back at jj, but he already understands what you meant. he just winks at you before walking away with a smirk.

rafe seems to be satisfied by that, which brought him to grip your arm a little bit tighter. "if you know what's best for maybank, you're coming home with me."

✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭

"please, rafe. just give me a second." you were choking on your spit at this point, as rafe fucked you to the point of overstimulation. his hips slapped against the back of your thigh rather harshly, the skin already turning red due to his movements.

"you just don't want to admit it, but you know you love this dick too much to get me to fucking stop." rafe had your face buried in his pillows as he fucked you mercilessly from behind. he was proven right when you clench around his length, his words running through your mind.

"and i was right. got so fucking tight the moment i said that. you love this, don't you, baby?" you were a gasping, moaning mess underneath rafe. and all you could do was take his harsh thrusts.

your eyes rolled back, tears spilled from them as he kept the same pace while he fucked you through yet another orgasm. his thumb was hooked into the side of your mouth, the action keeping your head in place as he kept on thrusting into you.

you could only moan pathetically in response, eyes rolling back into your head while his cock practically tore you in half. rafe wasn't quite pleased though—he wanted to hear you talk, not moan. "i asked you a goddamn question, didn't i?" a spank landed on your ass then, which earned him a mewl instead. "you better fucking answer when i talk to you," he leans down then, mouth leveled with your ear as he spoke. "just a simple yes, slut. that's all i'm asking."

your hands gripped the sheets beneath you as you fought the urge to make a mess and squirt all over the sheets. but rafe had other plans. he flipped you over so you laid on your back, your eyes immediately meeting his. "fuck, yes! i love it, rafe. i love it so much." you managed to breathe out in between sighs and gasps, which had him smirking. "that's about right."

he could feel you clenching around his length once more, which he hissed softly. "shit, you gonna cum again? that's three times in a row, baby." his fingers moved to your clit then, rubbing the sensitive bud in fast, and hard circles. "come on, cum for me. wanna see you make a mess all over this dick."

after three particular thrusts, you gushed all over rafe's length, making a mess on the sheets and his stomach. "that's it, baby," he leans down until he was in level with your neck, in which he kissed and sucked slowly. "love it when you squirt all over me."

you could tell rafe was close, judging by the way his hips seemed to lose rhythm by the minute. "gonna fucking cum inside you, baby. gonna fill this pussy up." rafe fucks you through another orgasm, his mouth latched onto your neck while he did so.

what you don't expect are the words that come out of his mouth next. "don't want anyone having you like this, you get that? i'm fucking yours. i was always yours." rafe says through gritted teeth, while you stared at him with wide and teary eyes.

"fuck, i'm gonna cum." rafe finishes inside you after he says it, and he pulls away to watch him drip out of you slowly.

"in case it's not clear yet, i fucking love you so much. seeing you with jj like that killed me earlier. i want you all for myself, baby." rafe lays beside you, chest heaving up and down as he caught his breath.

"i love you too, rafe. you're it for me."

first actual rafe smut i wrote??? holy shit

drew / rafe's masterlist

[dollracha]

𐙚 i want it ⋆  h.js  x reader

part one ⋆ part two

pairing: han jisung x inexperienced virgin! fem!reader genre: smut warnings: swearing ⋆ slight corruption kink ⋆ needy han ⋆ slight perv!han ⋆ sorta dubcon ⋆ reader is called “baby” (several times) & “my girl” (once) ⋆ spit kink ⋆ non penetrative sex ⋆ munch jisung ⋆ dialogue heavy wc: 707 synopsis: you both promised to take it slow, but jisung struggles to keep his word, and you certainly don't mind. author's note: been thinking about this for days this is so incredibly self indulgent its not funny. this is not beta read. this is barely proofread. i'm just a whore. the first 870 or so of yall saw a slightly different version than everyone else onward. i made some slight changes that needed to be reworked for clarity. and for those of you interested, part 2 is linked above!

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“fuck, ‘m sorry, baby.” jisung whines into your neck as he ruts his cock against your wet panties. he’s got one hand wrapped tightly around his cock, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. you’ve both soaked your panties, his precum and the wetness from your pussy make it almost uncomfortably sticky.

“god, ‘m so fuckin’... gross.” he rambles, pulling himself up to spit on his cock. he watches it slide off the side of his tip and down your ass. “making a mess of your poor pussy just to get myself off.”

“hannie…” your moan has him rolling his eyes back. you can’t remember how you ended up beneath him, just that you didn’t want it to stop yet. It wasn’t enough. and yet you were trying to find it in you to tell him to slow down, it’s what you wanted after all. to take it slow, wait until ‘the right time’ for your first time with jisung. that went out the window the moment he started feeling you up today.

“i know… said i'd keep my pretty girl all pure for a little longer.”

but jisung’s cock throbs at the sight of you all defiled. your hair is a mess from when he shoved you down on the bed and had his hands all up in it when he kissed you earlier. your makeup is smudged, mascara messy from the way tears well up in your eyes and spill when his cockhead rubs against your clit just right. your lipstick blurs around your lips from the sloppy kisses you shared. he begged you not to wear a bra this morning when you got dressed, it made your tits even easier for him to access. all he had to do was pull down your little tank top and they were all his. your skirt is pushed up, soft tummy peeking out. and your pussy, so wet for him already and he’s still one layer away. 

“look at you… so nasty f’me.”

“can i take off your panties? please, baby?” jisung stops rutting against your clothed pussy and gives a couple hard taps against your clit. “know it’s dirty, baby. but it’ll feel good, okay?”

all you want at this point is to feel good–screw everything else–so you nod and lift your hips so he can slide your panties off your legs.

You try to shut your legs but jisung is quicker. both of his hands keep your thighs open. “let me see that pretty pussy, don’t hide it from me.” he’s quick to spit on it again, and this time you can’t help the high pitched moan that escapes your lips. 

“did your exes ever spit on it, baby?”

you shake your head, hands coming to cover your flushed face. nobody’s ever touched you like jisung has. you've kissed your exes, dry humped, even came from it too. but jisung's the only one who's touched you so intimately, and a part of him hopes it stays that way.

“like it?” he asks and you don’t respond. is it wrong to say you liked it? it’s gross, you think. it’s so so gross… but is it wrong?

warm saliva hits your pussy again, this time you can feel jisung’s breath on you. 

“do you like it when i spit on your pussy, baby?”

“... yes…” you respond, and finally pry your arms away from your face. jisung’s laying down on the bed, hands pressed against your thighs to keep them open. he can’t decide what's a sweeter sight, your glistening pussy or your wide eyes. for now, his eyes lock with yours.

“fuck…” jisung whispers. his eyes fall back to your pussy with a smile. he licks his lips and lets his head fall against the blankets.

“ji?” you reach for his hand, and as soon as he feels your hand on his he’s grasping it, and raising his head up to kiss your knuckles. 

“i know you wanna take it slow… but please, please can i eat you out, baby? ‘s all i want.”

jisung agreed to take it slow, but he's got you half dressed and soaking your bed. maybe you should be mad, but god, the pleasure jisung was giving you was addicting. you weren’t afraid to give yourself away to him at this point.

“i want it.” you nod, and jisung kisses your hand again.

“gotta give my girl what she wants then, yeah?”

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