#and are taking steps to move in with two of their friends

[murderbot-moodboard]

I have watched the Episode 7 three times, and naturally I have some thoughts:

- Okay, Gurathin officially has the coolest backstory I can imagine for his character. Being a former corporate spy has so many implications for who he is and what he's capable of. It explains why he's been suspicious this whole time (apparently from the moment they acquired a SecUnit) that Murderbot could be working with the Company to hurt the Preservation team. It also explains why he was suspicious of LeeBeeBee from the beginning and saw through all her attempts to get him and the others to reveal information.

- Interestingly, the rest of PresAux knows this about him, but Murderbot doesn't, which would seem to fit with the books, as I'm fairly certain Murderbot would've mentioned it somewhere if it knew Gurathin was a former corporate spy. (We could also discuss in-world reasons why Murderbot might not mention it, but I'll leave that for fanfic writers to explore.)

- Gurathin's relationship to Mensah also makes a lot more sense from his backstory. He was desperate, broken, and essentially enslaved, with no one to turn to, and she forgave him and helped him get asylum in Preservation Alliance, which had to be an involved and risky process. She was his only friend for a while, and knowing Mensah, she would've stuck with him and done whatever she could to support him through all the ups and downs (including withdrawal from his corporation's proprietary drugs).

It makes sense that Gurathin would see Mensah as a rare stabilizing force in his life. She's someone he's terrified of losing, to the point that he'd go on a survey with her in the Corporation Rim rather than let her out of sight into the dangers he narrowly escaped. Even if it means putting himself in a situation likely to trigger reminders of his past trauma and addiction and tempt him to relapse. He's fallen in love with Mensah, but his feelings are largely because of who she was to him at the lowest point in his life, and because he's become emotionally dependent on her during his addiction and trauma recovery and his integration into a foreign culture in adulthood. His going into Mensah's room to cry over her pillow, an action Murderbot misinterpreted and classified as creepy and depressing, seems to indicate rather that Gurathin doesn't think he can continue to function if he loses her.

- Okay, now that we've discussed the big reveal, I want to note that this episode made me fall even more in love with all of PreservationAux and Murderbot. After several episodes of the team being separated into groups, we get to see them all working together during an emergency. And PresAux works together really well as a team—as long as they're not being shot at by hostile SecUnits. PresAux and Murderbot... still not quite working as a team yet, but they're making an attempt.

Adding a readmore because this is quickly becoming a long post:

- I love how Bharadwaj and Gurathin basically hang out together and take care of each other for most of the episode. In past episodes, they've both seemed unwilling to admit to the rest of the team that they're struggling and need support. But with Gurathin being shot in the leg and Bharadwaj shaken by the betrayal and violent death of someone she'd cared about, I think they've both lost some of their ability to pretend they're fine. They also seem to find comfort and usefulness in looking out for each other, and possibly a distraction from their own problems that's helping them cope. Either way, the casual physical closeness is very sweet, and shows at least one way Gurathin has become more integrated with Preservation culture.

- Before I forget, I went back and replayed several times that moment in the habitat where PresAux steps back from Murderbot, and I noted two things: (1) Mensah only barely steps back, and she looks slightly cautious and evaluative rather than afraid while doing so, and (2) Gurathin, who is sitting on a box, does not step back, but just moves sideways into a more upright position no longer resting his weight on his arm, and could possibly be trying to get in front of Bharadwaj?

- In the crisis situation of this episode, Mensah really embodies her role as team leader, acting as a source of calm and decisiveness when her team needs her to be. I felt like she showed a new level of steady confidence, and I think it's partly because she's rising to the occasion for her team as a good leader does, but also because she now understands the kind of ally they have in Murderbot. Murderbot is an ally who would literally cut out pieces of its body to get them out of danger. She also gets to share the burden of command with a consultant who understands combat and the dangers facing them better than any of the team, and who has saved them several times so far. Her understanding of Murderbot as a person gives her new confidence in communicating with it and new insight in how to persuade it to work with the team, even if the insight isn't perfect.

- Let me just say, the scene with Murderbot being grown over with branches was haunting. It's true to the things Murderbot fantasizes about doing in the books, and it's also a great example of what depression can look like. There was discussion on Discord about how this is essentially suicidal ideation but Murderbot is unlikely to recognize that. It's also reflective of an aspect of depression that doesn't always get attention: the feeling of wanting to just never have to move again.

- I love that Pin-Lee got lots of time this episode to voice their opinions and suggest courses of action for the team. In my opinion, most of the characters felt like they had come closer to their book portrayal in this episode, and this was especially true of Pin-Lee. Their strategic thinking and assertiveness was evident throughout the episode. I also internally cheered when they said they wanted to sue the shit out of the whole Corporation Rim—that's our lawyer Pin-Lee!

- Arada nerding out over the worms was so funny and endearing, and definitely reminded me of other people I've known who are very passionate about their field of expertise. And it seems very in character for Arada to think LeeBeeBee was bluffing about killing them all.

- Ratthi was hilarious this episode, and came across as someone who tries to use charisma to charm his way through new or uncomfortable situations, in order to hide the fact that he doesn't know what he's doing and is making it up as he goes. It's worked enough times that it's become his main coping strategy, even when it's not a very effective one.

- Poor Bharadwaj was really not having a good time this episode. She's clearly still having a hard time with what happened to LeeBeeBee, and still angry with Murderbot for it. And then the worms show up! Her extremely repulsed facial expressions made it pretty clear she'd rather be anywhere but near those things.

- Something interesting I noticed this episode was the way Gurathin sometimes blinks while his eyes roll back in his head. I'd noticed it at least once before, in that scene where Murderbot doesn't strangle him (which I watched on loop a few times thanks to gifs by some lovely people), but I'd thought it was just a fear response or something. In this episode, though, especially a couple times during the flashback scene, Gurathin's eyes definitely did the same thing. So now I'm thinking it might have something to do with his augments. There was also discussion on Discord of whether the reason Gurathin's condition seemed to deteriorate quickly had anything to do with his augments. I have no idea, but it occurred to me to wonder if immunosuppression is necessary for augmentation (like it is sometimes currently for organ transplants), and if that would interfere with his body's ability to heal or fight infection.

Okay, I think I've covered all the things I wanted to cover that other people haven't already covered. This episode was chock full of good character moments, y'all!

[lmvari]

⟳ 31. BLUR

God, did you taste good.

Kuni felt lightheaded as the kiss lingered. He wasn’t sure if it was the liqour or the sheer, dizzying high of kissing your lips again. You didn’t kiss him back. Couldn’t. But that didn’t make it any less intoxicating. For a fleeting second, it felt like he was weightless. Like he’d touched something he wasn’t supposed to anymore.

Then your lips slipped away from his, and the moment ended as quickly as it began.

The world spun slower when you collapsed into his arms. Your breath had fanned against his collarbone, light and shallow.

You were still in his hold when Ajax carefully ushered the two of you away from the crowd to somewhere less dense with people. Kaz followed behind, moving in an attempt to assist you but Kuni didn’t let go of his hold on you. Even when drunk, he held you with a grip that didn’t shake, like letting go would shatter him more than the alcohol ever could.

“Dude,” Ajax had muttered, voice low but sharp. “I brought you here to talk to her. Talk, not—”

Kaz had stepped in behind him, jaw clenched as he stared at the way you curled into Kuni’s chest, asleep, vulnerable, unaware of everything.

“She’s knocked out cold,” Kaz had said, a beat of concern slipping under the dryness of his tone. “You’re wasted if you thought that doing that was a good idea.”

Kuni stayed silent.

He had kept his arms around you, gaze lowered, steady but unreadable. His throat bobbed when he swallowed, hard.

“I’ll take her home,” Kaz had offered after a pause, reaching to pull you gently away.

Kuni flinched. “No.”

“What?”

“I’ll take her.”

Kaz’s brow had lifted, skeptical. “You can’t drive.”

“I’m not driving,” he slurred slightly.

“Kuni—”

“Take her to my place,” he said, firm this time. His voice dipped, less steady, more raw. “I’m coming with her.”

Ajax had hesitated. He put an arm on Kuni’s shoulder, pulled slightly in an attempt for him to let go of you. “You can’t stay alone with her like this.”

“I won’t lay a hand on her,” he said, meeting Ajax’s gaze for the first time. His words weren’t defensive. They were quiet. Honest. Like a promise. “I just… Let me be with her.”

“Kuni…” Ajax breathed out. Kuni held his gaze. Ajax removed his hand on his best friend’s shoulder in defeat.

Kaz scoffed, voice tight. “You can’t be serious—”

“Please.” Kuni looked at the two men in front. Their silhouettes were blurry, but he put on a serious expression and looked them in the eye.

There’d been a beat of silence between all of them.

Ajax looked at Kaz. Kaz looked at you. Then back at him, still holding you like he was scared you’d vanish.

Finally, Kaz had sighed. “Fine. I’ll drive.”

The car ride had been quiet. The kind of quiet that buzzed beneath his skin.

Your head had rested against the seat, eyes shut, breath even. Kaz had driven with tight hands on the wheel, eyes fixed on the road, like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

No one had spoken until they reached Kuni’s place.

Kaz assisted in carrying you inside, careful not to jostle you. You stirred once, murmured something under your breath, but didn’t wake. They laid you down on the bed, and Kuni put a pillow under your head.

You looked peaceful. Too peaceful for the way his chest was burning.

“Her dress reeks. And it looks uncomfortable to sleep in,” Kaz stated.

Kuni continued to stare at your figure in contemplation. As if he made a decision in his head, he nodded and moved slowly to grab a shirt from his wardrobe.

“I’ll change her clothes.” Kuni walked to open his bedroom door and gestured for his friend to leave the room. Kaz furrowed his brows, not keen on leaving the task to Kuni, but sighed and understood that it had to be the other.

After what felt like forever to Kaz, the door finally opened again, revealing Kuni and your figure still sleeping soundly on the bed, clothes changed.

Kaz lingered by the door, hand on the frame. He observed you with a mix of a wistful and worried expression. “I’m not leaving her alone with you until you sober up.”

Kuni walked to the kitchen, rummaging through drawers. “I’m sobered up enough.”

Kaz didn’t reply. Just stood there, still staring at you. Kuni grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and downed all of it.

Neither of them spoke. A long silence filled the air. Kuni simply watched the other carefully. As if sensing his friend’s scrutiny, Kaz turned and faced him. Kuni didn’t talk. He looked the other in the eye with a conflicted expression.

Finally: “Do you love her?”

Kaz blinked. “What?”

Kuni leaned against the counter. His eyes were bloodshot, but his voice was steady. Low. “Do you love her?” he repeated.

Kaz exhaled. “That’s what this is about?”

He shrugged, eyes drifting to your still body on the couch. “You’ve been looking out for her. Talking to her. Being close. You fought with me because of her. So, yeah. I need to know.”

Kaz didn’t respond for a while. Kuni thought he wasn’t going to answer it until Kaz crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. “…When I first heard what happened, I was pissed at you. I didn’t know the full story—still don’t, honestly—but I saw how she looked after. Wrecked. Confused. Trying so hard to act like she wasn’t completely affected by it.”

Kuni stayed quiet.

Kaz continued, softer now, “At first, it was guilt. I just wanted to make sure she was okay, even though we barely knew each other. She needed a stranger who’d listen to her without judgement. But over a short time… I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy her company.”

There was a long pause.

“But no,” Kaz said finally. “I don’t love her. Not like that.”

His brow furrowed.

“I could’ve,” Kaz added, eyes trained on him. “If I didn’t know she still loved you.”

Those words hit harder than they should. He looked away again.

Silence engulfed them once again. When it broke, it was Kaz who did it this time.

Kaz asked, “What about you? Did you love her?”

Kuni didn’t hesitate.

“I did.”

A pause.

“Still do.”

Kaz straightened and stepped closer. “Then why’d you do that to her?”

“…I was scared,” Kuni admitted, voice low. “If I’d just had the guts to tell her everything earlier, maybe I wouldn’t have pushed her away.”

Kaz blinked, frowning. Confusion filled his face. “What do you mean pushed her away?”

“I started showing her how I felt without knowing if she even wanted that from me,” he murmured. “I kept hoping she’d just get it. That she’d stay.”

Kaz didn’t respond at first. The silence was thick until something seemed to click behind his eyes, confusion melting into understanding.

“Hey… are you even aware she saw you talking to Mona the day she came back?” he asked.

Kuni’s brow furrowed. “No. What does that have to—” He stopped. The realization hit like a slap.

Kaz let out a quiet, humorless chuckle at the confirmation. “That’s what I thought.” He shook his head. “You two really are the same. Both too scared to say what matters. You deserve each other.”

Kuni said nothing, staring off, the weight of everything Mona-related finally catching up to him. Regret flickered across his face.

Kaz hesitated. Then, without much ceremony, he rested a hand on Kuni’s shoulder, not quite comfort, but not distant either.

“But listen,” he said, tone gentler now. “She’s not just some girl you can keep on a leash. You don’t get to reel her in and push her away whenever it suits you.”

Kaz looked him in the eye.

“You can’t play guessing games with each other. If you’re gonna be in her life, Kuni, then be in it.”

Silence had filled the room one last time.

Kaz watched them both. Kuni staring at the floor like it held all the answers, you asleep, caught between peace and exhaustion.

“I’ll head out,” Kaz said, voice quiet now. “She’s safe. Just… don’t fuck this up again.”

The door had clicked shut behind him.

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[midtalissa]

# ‘TESTING WATERS’

-> Summary: Jason Todd drags you into his violent world— but you’re not here to fix him. You just want to remind him what love feels like.

-> Pairing: AK!Jason Todd X F!Reader

-> WARNINGS: hurt/comfort but mostly hurt for a small part; but other than that, if it even counts, maybe nothing except amateur writing??😭

Life hadn’t been so good— not since Jason came back. The boy you once loved, the one who used to be all soft grins and bad jokes, was now… something else. Changed. Warped. Bruised beyond recognition.

Everyone at the base whispered that Joker left scars in Jason’s body and mind. You didn’t need to ask. That jagged mark on his cheek said more than enough.

And his eyes? Tired. Haunted. Full of something unreadable, like static behind glass. He barely talks now, but you can tell he tries. And that means everything to you.

How did he find you? Probably hacked a dozen systems, tracked your every step. One day, some militia kid knocked on your door and just said, “Jason Todd wants to see you.” Like it was normal.

And out of desperation, you followed without thinking about the worst.

Now he’s in a briefing you’re not allowed to sit in on. Not like you even wanted to. You couldn’t care less about his army or whatever revenge plan he’s making for Batman. You just care about him. The Jason you remember. Your Jason.

He’s basically a walking, barely-talking landmine. Notices everything. Like that one time you were too tired to shower and said you’d do it in the morning?

When you woke up he was on his side of the bed, placing his armor in place and getting ready to leave for whatever reason he had.

But before he left the room, he looked at you, deadpan, and muttered, “The bathroom is fully functional.” Then left. No further comment.

“Y/n? Boss wants you back in your quarters.” A guard— armed, of course— spoke.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m just getting my steps in. Which, by the way, have lowered drastically since I moved in here, thanks.” The tension, though? Thick enough to cut with a knife. He seemed to straighten up more than he already was. Why?

“Then maybe you should leave, if your steps matter that much.” Jason’s voice cut through the air like a blade. That’s why. You turned, heart sinking, and saw him stepping out— men flanking him on both sides.

“I was joking.” you called after him, softer this time. But he didn’t look back, taking a corner with two lieutenants behind him.

Later, you went back to your assigned wing and started a video call with a friend, Tori. “Girl, when are you gonna let me meet this mysterious man of yours?” she asked, eating some expensive chocolate she probably got from one of her 8 talking stages.

She was lounging in her room, you were slumped in yours— bored, overthinking, slightly confused and guilty. These four feelings swaying in a pot brewing other sentiments.

“He’s busy. Like— always. I can’t even sneak in a hug, let alone a kiss,” you muttered, frowning at your chipped nail polish.

“You know what, babe? Listen to me.” Tori tilted her head, sipping from a glass of wine she absolutely wasn’t classy enough to hold. “You live in Otisburg, right?”

You nodded. “Perfect. There’s this lingerie shop near there— think it’s called ‘For My Man’ or something. I’ll send the location.” She was already typing. “Maybe you’ll find some, y’know… stuff in there too.”

You broke a smile. “Thanks. I’ll see what I’ll do.” you said, already knowing damn well you weren’t doing any of that.

The call dragged on for another couple hours, the way it always did— Tori gossiping, you half-listening, heart full of someone else. Eventually, you ended the call, cleaned up a bit and waited.

As expected, about half an hour later, the door clicked open. You padded toward the sound and found Jason— alive, intact, and as emotionally unreadable as ever.

“Hey,” you said, leaning against the wall casually. “How was patrol?” “Fine.” He kicked his boots off, not looking at you.

“Good. Amazing, actually.” you replied with a smile he didn’t see. He brushed past, heading for the bedroom. “You know, Jason—” you called, and he paused mid-step, turning just slightly toward you. “Go on.”

“I missed you.”

He didn’t say anything. Just… stared. You could practically see the gears turning, the way he chewed over your words like they were something dangerous.

He also seemed to be analyzing your words, trying to figure out an answer not to hurt you. But you didn’t need words— you didn’t need a reply.

So you stepped forward, gently took his arm, and turned him to face you fully. Then, slowly, carefully, you closed the distance— until you were close enough to wrap your arms around him.

At first, he didn’t move. His body was stiff, tense, like it wasn’t used to this sudden kindness. One hand hovered at your back, then finally rested there, soft and unsure. And then— he leaned into you. Just barely.

“I love you,” you whispered, hands rubbing gentle circles into his back armor. “I never stayed out of pity, or guilt, or fear. I stayed because you never left my mind. You still haven’t.”

He shifted like he didn’t know what to do with the words. His hand patted your back. Once. It was awkward and silent and made your chest ache in the sweetest way.

You pulled back, smiled, and kissed the armor plating over his chest. Didn’t expect anything. Didn’t push.

Later, after he’d showered and had space to breathe, you found him on the couch, hunched over a tablet. Some mission data, probably.

You plopped beside him without a word. He didn’t react. No flinch, no sigh. Just kept tapping away. So, naturally, you pushed your luck— snuggled a little closer, shoulder to shoulder.

Still nothing. Just a faint sigh. Not annoyed. Just… Jason-ish. “Y/n.” “Yeah?” you asked, trying to keep your face soft, warm. Not too eager.

“About the hug…” He scratched his forearm, eyes flicking away. “You can do that. When you want. Just… not unexpectedly.”

You bit back a smile. “Noted.”

[katsukilvr]

bratty!reader x farmer!katsuki

cw:NOT PROOFREAD,reader is a female, reader dresses in a feminine way, reader is a bitch and so it katsuki. reader is spoiled. forced proximity. eventual smut. public?? sex, reader likes to tease, spanking, cussing, cunnilingus, p in v, creampie, katsuki is huge.. lmk if i missed anything

you didn’t choose to be here.

you didn’t choose to be the daughter of a ceo. the heir of a company. you didn’t choose the lavish lifestyle you were given, and you didn’t choose this.

you were in the back of your chauffeur, huffing and puffing as the car drove over extremely rough and rocky roads, slowly seeing the city disappear behind you.

let’s get the story straight.

you were spoiled. you could admit that. in fact you were glad to be spoiled, to be able to do whatever you want for all your life, never hearing the word ‘no’. so obviously, you were accustomed to getting everything you wanted at the flick of the wrist.

suddenly, your father sprang the news that he’d retire soon, and either you, or your younger brother was to inherit the entire company and manage it as the new ceo, and your dad wanted you to be the successor because frankly, your brother wasn’t a good fit and he was pretty young. unless he learned about responsibility, finances, manners in a couple years, he would not be eligible.

then came the responsibilities.

your dad had fired all the maids, and you were suddenly tasked with a deadline, and a list a chores.

you were forced to get back into school, especially in communications, management, and financing (you wanted to barf.).

and a ton of other things to do throughout the day.

but.. you didn’t want to. and growing up spoiled, you just didn’t do any of it. leaving the house to get dirty, getting bad grades in your classes, and neglecting all the orders from your father.

before this, you were never met with no. you were never met with discipline, but when your dad saw that you couldn’t even sweep the floors, let alone do a couple simple cleaning chores, he decided to call up an old friend of his.

his friend, masaru bakugo, owned DYNAMIGHT FARMS, a place that stretched for acres and acres of just plants and crops and animals.

he informed you that you were being sent somewhere special but didn’t tell you it was for you to learn responsibility and discipline, because clearly, you were taking everything for granted.

so here you were, on your way to the farm far from the city with no phone, no tv, no nothing.

you were to learn to survive and work for the food over your head and the dinner on the table, little did you know how hard it’d be because..

one, you didn’t know anything about farming, or tending to animals. all you knew was they were gross, muddy, dirty, and smelly.

and two, you didn’t know masaru had a son your age.

his name was katsuki, he was tall. very tall. his boy was made of pure muscle and his hair was a dirty blonde and often very messy.

he was really handsome.. but.. he was a no nonsense person.

when you finally got to the farm, your were grossed out. there was mud everywhere, the house didn’t look huge and it looked elimcredibly dirty. your heels immediately got dirty as you stepped out of your porsche and as soon as you got out, your driver did too and moved to the trunk of the car, setting your bags and suitcases down, filled to the brim with dresses, heels, and cute outfits that weren’t supposed to get dirty. you didn’t know what to pack since it was a surprise from your dad.

you gasped as your driver drove away, some mud spraying on your outfit and hair. you wanted to cry.

“where the hell am i?” you whined, using your hand to pick out some dirt from your face.

“i take it your y/n l/n.” you hear a gruff voice behind you say.

you turned, ready to scold whoever thought it was a good idea to send you here instead of some luxury resort you were used to.

you were met with a tall man, crossing his arms and looking down at you.

“who are you?” you scoffed, stepping back and giving an annoyed face at him.

he groaned and rolled his eyes at your attitude. “katsuki bakugo, i’m masaru’s son.” he said, extending a hand out to you.

you looked down at his hand, it was dirty, rough, and had calluses. they looked like they’ve seen hell and back, but your father taught to shake any hand back so you did, his hand enveloping yours.

“masaru?!” you murmured as you realized. he was a good friend of your dad, you had heard his name multiple times before. bakugo looked nothing like him, more leaning towards his mom, mitsuki.

“why am i here?” you asked, wiping your hand on a cloth as you looked down at your outfit, it was ruined from the moment you got here. you pouted slightly and bakugo furrowed his brows. “what do you mean? your dad said you were spending the summer here.” he said, scoffing at you cleaning your hands after you touched him, as if he was dirt.

“what?!” you exclaimed, looking around. “i need to go back home now.” you whined, lifting your dress up as you walked up to the house, slowly opening the door and stepping inside, your heels clicking on the wooden floors.

“miss! you left your damn bags here!” he called out to you but you either didn’t hear or didn’t care, so he begrudgingly picked the heavy bags and suitcases easily, following far behind you.

you looked for masaru, finding him in the kitchen. you treated him like your own dad, since he felt like a second one to you.

“masaru!!” you said, smiling slightly as you walked up to him, crossing your arms. “what’s this about me staying here for the entire summer?” you exclaimed, acting like it was the end of the world and he just chuckled at you and threw a towel over his shoulder.

“nice to see you too, y/n.” he laughed, ruffling your hair. “it’s about you being ungrateful.” he said, returning to whatever he was cooking.

“ungrateful?” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

he nodded, “you’ve been taking advantage and taking your father and his money for granted. we both talked and agreed it was time for you to learn how to work hard.” he said, cracking an egg onto the pan, the sizzling startling you.

you couldn’t even disagree because you were, but who wouldn’t take advantage of having basically unlimited money and being young?!

you sighed, shaking her head. “work hard? what do you mean by that?” you asked, raising a brow before spotting katsuki dragging your bags into the house, glaring at you.

“oh! pick those up please, they are vintage.” you said with a sweet smile, scrunching your nose as you made an upwards gesture at the man. he rolled his eyes, dropping all your bags on the floor.

“i mean, your going to be working on the farm everyday with my son if you want food on the table.” he said, sliding the sunny side up onto a plate along with some cut up vegetables and serving it to his son who was staring at him like he had grown a third head.

“what?” katsuki muttered, “since when did i deserve to be stuck with some snobby rich girl all summer?” he practically whined, taking the food and eating it up. you gasped, “excuse you!” you said, taking offense. “i didn’t deserve to be with some dirty ugly farmer all summer either.” you retorted, grabbing a towel and wiping down your shoes.

“both of you quit it. this is final, stop whining.” he said, sighing, just thinking about being around you two bickering all summer is giving him a headache.

you sighed, knowing your dad is a no nonsense man so you accept your fate in this junky house. you asked where the bedroom was, retiring to it as you took of your heels and laying on the bed, just staring at the ceiling when you heard a knock on the door after a few minutes before it creaked open and it was katsuki.

“you left your bags again.” he said, walking into your room and plopping them down there. “sleep early tonight, we’re waking up before the sun does to go buy some cattle.” he said before leaving, slamming the door shut. you groaned even more, tossing and turning on the uncomfortable bed.

you saw the sky start to turn into a mix of oranges and reds and you knew the sun was setting so you changed into your pajamas, shivering in the rickety and hard bed.

“get up.. get up.. get up, damnit!”

katsuki said, shaking your body. you groaned, slowly sitting up. “what the hell? what time is it?” you murmured, rubbing your eyes.

“i told you that we were waking up early, now get ready.” he said, “and wear something comfortable, we’re probably going to be out there for a while.” he murmured, turning to your window and opening your curtains, letting in the sun before leaving.

he went to the kitchen, cooking up some breakfast for you, his dad, and himself. a simple breakfast, just bacon, eggs, and some toast.

he served it, calling for both of you and wondered when you didn’t come unlike his father, so he went to check up on you to find that you had fallen asleep again. he rolled his eyes, wondering if he should just leave you there but he didn’t want to go against his dads orders so he shook you awake again.

“i told you once, get up. get ready.” he growled, having to open up your curtains once again before moving to your closet, finding that you had unpacked your stuff already. he was met with sparkly dresses, tops that were clearly meant for partying, and pants and skirts that hinted to him that you truly didn’t know you were going to be stuck at a farm. he tried to pick out an appropriate enough outfit, grabbing a pair of jeans and some frilly top, tossing them at you.

“put it on, go eat breakfast, we gotta go quick before the rush comes and the drive is like an hour.” he said, crossing his arms as he watched you get up from the bed and grab your clothes. once he was sure you wouldn’t go back to bed, he gave you privacy and left, getting the car started and just chatting with his dad before you came out to eat and he thought his heart was about to explode at the look of you in that outfit. his ears flushed and masaru took a mental note of that, laughing at his son.

you finished up your breakfast, surprisingly enjoying the meal before walking out the door, still in heels. katsuki rolled his eyes before saying goodbye to his dad, and walking outside.

he got in the drivers seat of his truck, turning in the ac and adjusting his hat.

“you don’t have no sneakers or boots?” he said, his southern accent slipping through the cracks.

“..no.” he said, staring at your shoes, admiring the aesthetic but not how they were already hurting your feet.

he just hummed in response, turning the radio on as you guys set for the sale barn closest to you.

he could only look forward onto the road, he thought if he didn’t look at you, your face, your outfit, your everything, he wouldn’t get distracted by you but it was all in vain because all he could think about was you, even if you were already a pain in the ass and were gonna be for the rest of summer.

finally after about an hour, you guys got there and he stepped out, opening the door for you. he couldn’t help it, his father always taught him to open doors for people, especially women.

you got out, immediately smelling the stink that he had grown accustomed to. he chuckled at the faces you were making as you guys walked over and he talked with a few of his buddies there before making your way to the cows.

“wanna learn how to see if a cow is good to take home?” he asked, walking up to one and petting it, his voice already softening being around the animals.

your face was uncertain but you watched silently.

he gently took the cows head and tilted it up, checking inside the mouth to look for any signs of disease of illness, or damage to the cow. when the cow started to act bothered, he assured her, petting her and smiling at it. “don’t worry, we’re almost done, sweetie.” he said, kneeling down and checking the hooves.

all you could do was watch, your lower lip caught between your teeth. how was he so hot right now? he was literally kneeling in mud and probably cow shit, but the way he talked, so sweetly, and touched, so gently, and his muscles bulged every time he moved.. your knees already felt weak but you willed yourself through.

then he beckoned you over, pointing at the heel.

“see how it’s cracked?” he whispered, pointing at the damage, before he pointed somewhere else, “see that? that’s what we call slurry heel, when they leave her around manure and piss for a while, this’ll happen.” he said, letting go of the foot, standing back up. “it probably hurts her, poor gal.” he murmured, petting it once more.

he then told you to follow him to another one, petting it before looking at its mouth.

“see that? this lady is a gummer. most her teeth is missing, or worn down like that.” he said, glancing at you eating up every word he said.

“can’t take these two girls home.” he shrugged, moving on to the next one but little did he know all you were hearing was blah blah blah because the moment you got a whiff of his cologne up close, your mind short circuited.

“hello? wanna check her?” he said, snapping you out of it as he led you to one.

you were scared, and grossed out but did it anyway, because you were pretty bored.

he could tell how scared you were and chuckled, rolling his eyes.

“like this, see?” he said, moving his hands over yours, instructing you how to check for fleas in the hair, destruction in the teeth, and damage in the hooves.

you nodded, following along. once the handsome man was done explaining, he had gone off to check other animals, leaving you with the cows. you picked a couple good ones over a few hours but it was insanely boring. you didn’t want anything more than to go home.

this was the experience for the entire week, but atleast you got to catch up with masaru, and know katsuki better.

but you couldn’t keep going like this.

you’d go insane.

so what do you do? you decide to torture katsuki as well.

you knew this man got a bit shy around you. sometimes he couldn’t even look you in the eye.

this time you were picking carrots from the ground and you had gone in front of him for a reason. every time you bent down, he got a full view of your ass.

and even though he had bought you new clothes, suitable clothes for farming and sweating in, your ass still looked delectable.

he forced himself to look away, even though his pants grew tighter by the second, and you teased him for not doing anything.

“what are you doing? i can’t be the only one trying to pull out these carrots!” you laughed and he just sighed, continuing with his job.

day two of torturing him was in the morning. you decided to wake up early, knowing he’d come to wake you up as your own personal alarm clock like he always did, so you made sure he’d walk in on you changing.

and he did, and youd never seen anyone close a door faster than he did.

he didn’t speak to you during breakfast. he was glad his dad was out early to not witness his bright red face.

and to not hear the sounds coming out of your mouth as you ate his food.

“mm.. kats.. this is soo good.” you whined, bite after bite, and he had his back to you. he gripped the counter hard, waiting for his own eggs to cook.

day 3, you came with him to water some plants.

you purposely pointed the hose at him, gigging at him as he groaned. you kept spraying him to the point where he couldn’t help but retaliate but little did he know, you weren’t wearing anything under your white shirt.

he soaked it with water, snorting, before seeing your chest on display. he gulped, looking down, his entire face red.

he didn’t talk to you for the rest of the day.

this went on. for days and days. weeks even.

one day, he snapped. he couldn’t take it anymore. you had started showing up in his dreams.

you guys were out in the field, far from the house, enjoying your lunch.

you decided to test him again, to poke the sleeping bear.

you reached for water across from him, your tits practically dangling in his face and you were inches from his lap.

“fuck.” he murmured under his breath, his hands coming up to grip your hips, putting you down in his lap. he was already hard. he couldn’t help himself.

“y/n.” he grumbled, squeezing your hips even more.

“katsuki.” you smiled, giggling in his lap.

“you know what your doing.” he growled, his lips moving to your neck, placing hot, open mouthed kisses on it, sucking on sensitive spots as you gasped.

he took the opportunity to kiss you. it was rough, sloppy, deep but it took your breath away. you kissed back, your hands finding purchase in his hair as his hands roamed all over your body, almost like he was committing it to memory. he wanted to do this ever since he saw you.

“fucking..” he murmured, kissing you again, “tease.” he said, yanking your hair back slightly to kiss at your neck again, then down to your collarbone before flipping you guys, you were under him and he was on top, taking off his shirt. “on your hands and knees.” he ordered and you complied almost immediately. he chuckled, biting his lip as he stared at your ass, grinding against it as you both let out a shaky moan.

he pushed your skirt up, licking his lips at the black lacy panties you decided to wear.

“so fucking beautiful, y/n.” he whispered, leaning down to kiss at your clothed cunt. he used his hand to yank down your panties, practically groaning as he ate your pussy like it was his last meal on earth.

he loved seeing your legs tremble, his hand coming up to spank your ass as he watched it jiggle before going back in, one of his fingers invading you, his mouth on your clit.

you moaned his name and the stirred him on even more. he added a second finger, pumping them in and out of you, curling them to hit just the right spot inside of you that made you see stars. his other hand went down to palm his cock, groaning.

he felt your walls flutter around his fingers, and he thought he was about to cum in his pants. he kept going, sucking harder, pumping faster.

“go on. cum. cum on my fingers, you dirty fucking tease.” he growled against your clit, using that sexy low voice that always turned you on.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck!” you moaned, your back arching as you came on his fingers. he lapped everything up, wiping his mouth before getting on his knees again.

“stay there.” he said, squeezing your ass, using his other hand to unbuckled his belt, pulling down his pants and freeing his aching cock.

“be good for me, yeah?” he whispered, pumping himself a little before aligning himself with your hole, pushing him slowly, inch by agonizing inch.

you both let out a groan, your walls tightening around the girthy, 10 inch invasion. you gripped the picnic blanket beneath you, your breath shuddering.

“you tell me if it’s too much, okay?” he murmured, finally sheathing himself fully into you. he stayed there for a moment, savoring the feeling before pulling back, only the tip inside before slamming back into you.

you let out a loud moan. god you made the cutest noises ever. he couldn’t wait to hear more so he kept thrust, fucking you with no abandon.

“so fucking tight.. keep squeezing me.. just like that.” he groaned, reaching for your hair, taking it back and biting his lip as he went faster, harder, the only sound were you both moaning, the sound of skin slapping against skin, and the birds chirping around you.

“katsuki!” you whined out, your legs starting to shake again, a telltale sign that you were close.

“hm?” he hummed with a low chuckle, letting go over your hair as he bent over, his chest against your back. “what do you need, baby?” he murmured against your ear as one hand snaked its way down to rub delicious circles on your clit.

“cum.. i’m gonna cum.. fuck..” you moan, your head hanging as he sped up.

“fuck. right there with you, y/n..” he growled, straightening his back up as he grabbed your hips, hard enough to leave marks as he focused on your climax first, feeling you clamp down on his cock as you came again.

“in or out?” he managed to moan out, getting closer and closer.

“in!” you whimpered and he immediately came inside you, pumping you full of his seed, spanking you once more.

he pulled out after a while, just staring down at the view. the sight made his cock twitch yet again as his hand reaches down and gathered cum that was spilling out and pumping it back inside, enjoying seeing you squirm.

he eventually grabbed some paper towels and water, cleaning you up, a smile present on his face as he finally sat back down, looking at you. he pulled you close, fixing your hair, and letting you lay on his chest.

he was gonna enjoy this summer after all.

HEADCANONS

farmer!katsuki would marry you soon after that, making you forget about all your worries other than the farm, and that company you were going to inherit? your brother became ceo instead, finally stepping up after a few years. you still had money but none of that mattered to you now.

farmer!katsuki would wake you up gently after you two got together, making your favorite breakfasts, organizing what clothes you were gonna wear that day and everything.

farmer!katsuki who teaches you things every time you two do work together on the farm.

NSFW HEADCANONS

farmer!katsuki who you couldn’t get enough of after that special picnic you guys had together. if you had nothing important to do, you’d be extra touchy, looking him up and down, and he’d get the memo, bending you over anytime and anywhere.

farmer!katsuki who you still tease relentlessly, one day you came up behind him in the kitchen and whispered something about how you had no panties on under your pajama set. safe to say you guys never left the house because he immediately ripped the clothes off you, going at it for hours.

farmer!katsuki who knows he’s big. he knows it’s hard for you to adjust to his size, and he likes the way your eyes widen every single time like you’ve never seen it before. he lets you adjust whenever he’s inside you unless he’s feeling angry that day. and the first time you tried to give him head? he felt bad that you couldn’t take most of him so he ended up giving you head instead.

farmer!katsuki when he is angry will definetly take it out on you. the moment he gets home, you know what’s gonna happen because he throws his jacket down, kicks off his boots and immediately stomps over to you, not caring about what you were doing as he throws you over his shoulder.

A/N: this was so fun to write omf.. i hope you guys like it.. i cringed at some parts.. but i thought of farmer katsuki and couldn’t get him out of my head since. also support department au is on its way!! it’s in my drafts rn

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Bite marks- H.HJ

To my beautiful friend @jehhskz ❤️ with chk chk boom Hyunjin cause he looks like sin

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: smut

Alexa, play Killin' it girl by j-hope

You were supposed to go with Hoseok

The tickets were bought, the outfit was planned, the matching bracelets were ordered weeks in advance— pink bands with tiny crescent moon charms.

But two nights before the Pink Moon Festival, your phone lit up with a message cause he didn’t even have the decency to do it in person.

Hobi 💜:

I think we shouldn’t do this anymore

But let’s stay friends

No call, no explanation— just that.

And it wasn’t even about the festival. It was the way he made you feel disposable. Like love was something that could be cut in half without warning.

You didn’t cry at first. You showered, sat on your bed and stared at your phone like he might come back and apologize.

Then suddenly— it hit you.

Your cell phone is lost somewhere in the house, the curtains are closed and your heart is crushed in a million pieces. You’are curled up in bed, wearing an oversized old t-shirt and socks that don’t match with mascara smudged under your eyes when the door swings open.

“Get up. We’re going to that damn festival”, Chaeryeong says

You don’t look at her, “I don’t want to go”

“I didn’t ask if you wanted to”

 “Chaeryeong…”

 “Nope. Get out of that bed. Right now”

You sit up reluctantly still blinking through tears and your bestie is already marching over to your closet. She digs for a minute, muttering under her breath, then pulls out something red. And short. And deadly.

“Here. Put this on”

“What is that?”

“Your revenge”

She holds it up  and your eyes widen

It’s a deep red mini dress— tight, short, and made of soft, silky fabric that clings to your body in all the right places.

It has a low, heart shaped neckline that shows off just enough of your chest to tease, and it hugs your waist tightly, making your curves stand out even more.

The bottom of the dress barely covers your thighs  so short that it feels like it might ride up with just one step.

On one side, there’s a long slit that goes all the way up to your hip, showing off your leg with every move. Just the right amount of skin to make people stare.

It’s sexy, bold, and meant to make someone regret ever letting you go.

“I can't wear that”

“You can and you will”, Chaeryeong says, tossing it at you, “You’re not gonna cry in that bed anymore. You’re gonna go out there and make him suffer”

You laugh,weak, “You really think I can pull this off?”

She kneels in front of you and wipes under your eyes with her thumbs.

“Babe. You were built for this dress”

By the time you're in the full look— smoky dark eyes, glossed lips, heels that make you taller than your grief — you're unrecognizable. Not a mess. Not an ex-girlfriend. A weapon.

You feel your ex evaporate from your bones with every step toward the festival.

You don’t even know what’s coming yet. But you’re on your way.

And red looks damn good on you.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ

The Pink Moon Festival is already alive— a glittering chaos of bodies, drinks, loud music and temptation. And tonight, you aren't just dressed to impress— you are dressed to kill.

You take your first step into the crowd, the hem of your dress tugging upward with every movement, the slit parting like a red sea with each sway of your hips. Chaeryeong walks just ahead of you, scanning the crowd like a panther.

Your pulse pounds. Not with nerves— with intent.

You feel the heads turning. You don’t look at tho. You don’t have to. Because the one you came for is already watching.

Across the courtyard, near the central tent, Jung Hoseok stands with a drink in his hand and a girl tucked too close at his side. She’s pretty— but she doesn't look deadly tonight. 

His gaze lifts from his cup, then he sees you.

And for a moment, everything stills.

You don’t smile. You don’t wave. You just hold his gaze— the slow, dangerous kind of soft that says “you’re already too late”.

And then, someone else sees you.

A flash of movement— dark shoulder-length hair falling over his cheekbones, a silver chain hanging around his neck. He walks towards you  with one hand in his pocket, sipping something cold and expensive. His eyes drag down your body, then back up, unhurried, like he’s appreciating a work of art. Or about to ruin it.

“Do I know you?”, he asked, voice lazy, lips curled in a smirk.

 “No” you said, “But you’re about to”

“You know, that dress should be illegal”

You raise a brow, “Why?”

His eyes drop to your legs, your thighs, your chest. He doesn’t touch

Not yet.

“Because now I want to do unspeakable things to you”

Your lips curve. You should look back at your ex, make sure he’s watching, but you don’t need to. Hyunjin is already close enough that the heat of his chest makes your breath hitch. His hand brushes your bare arm.

“Why are you here tonight?”

“I don't know. Maybe just fate?”

But the guy in the back, burning your back with his gaze tells Hyunjin another thing

“Whoever let you go”, he says, voice getting lower, “must be the dumbest man alive”

Your stomach flips. His eyes are burning with desire and you feel something pulsing in your core. So you kissed him.

And he kissed you back like he’d been waiting all night.

Hyunjin slides his hand to your lower back and whispers, “Come with me? I’m going to make you forget his name”

You nod and he takes your hand, leading you through the crowd. And if you glance back over your shoulder for a second, you catch Hoseok standing frozen, jaw tight, drink forgotten.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ

The walk to Hyunjin’s private tent feels like a dream.

The sound of the festival fades behind the heavy velvet curtains as he leads you in. The space is bathed in warm rosé light. There’s a low bed on the floor, draped in crimson silk sheets, candles flickering in glass holders, shadows flickering across the tent’s walls. It smells like roses and something sweet, like incense that’s halfway burned down.

He shuts the flap behind you and turns, leaving you alone with him.

Hyunjin steps close. His hand rises to cup your jaw, thumb stroking along your lower lip as he stares at you like he’s memorizing your mouth.

“You sure?” he asks, voice low and hoarse.

You nod.

He kisses you like he’s taking ownership. Tongue sliding into your mouth, hand wrapping around your waist, pulling you against his body. You gasp, hips brushing, and he groans into your mouth.

“Get on the bed”

You do. You lie on your side, not quite sure how to pose, but Hyunjin already knows.

He undresses slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. Shirt dropped. Belt unbuckled. He steps out of his pants like he’s teasing you on purpose, and when his cock springs free, flushed and hard and already dripping, your mouth parts on instinct.

He crawls in behind you.

You feel the heat of his chest against your back. He nudges your hair aside and kisses the back of your neck. Then one of his arms wrap under your top leg, lifting it high and back until your thigh is stretched over his forearm, your knee pulled to his chest.

You moan from the stretch of your hip tilting up, pussy already aching.

“Stay just like this”, he breathes, aligning himself behind you.

Then, with one single slow thrust, he sinks inside.

You whimper. The angle is so deep you can barely think. His cock curves up perfectly from this position, hitting everything. His hips roll slowly, pushing in deep and pulling out just far enough to make you feel the loss just to slide back in, groaning in your ear.

“Fuck”, he pants, “You feel so good like this”

His hand squeezes behind your knee, keeping your leg in place. His other hand wraps around your ribs, holding you tight to his chest. Every thrust pushes you forward on the mattress as his cock drags against that spot over and over.

“So tight”, he growls, “So wet. You’re dripping for me”

You try to bite down the sounds, but your breath stutters— high pitched, needy.

“No, baby” he hisses,  “Let him hear you”

Your heart skips a beat, “Hyunjin…”

He fucks into you deeper, harder, his hand leaving your ribs to rub fast circles against your clit.

“Don’t hold it in. Let him know what he lost. Let him hear how good I fuck you”

You let your moans, no shame left. Your leg shakes in his grasp, and he grins against your shoulder, fucking you through every broken noise.  Your orgasm builds like fire in your gut, coiling tighter

“Come for me like this”, he pants, “With your leg open, with my cock deep inside you”

You cry out, voice high and ruined as your body clenches around him, trembling and twitching while he holds you still. He fucks you through it with rough thrusts,  then slams in deep one last time and groans. Thick ropes spill into you as he buries his face in your neck.

You both breathe hard tangled in sweat and silk, your leg still cradled over his arm.

He kisses your shoulder.

“I bet he never touched you like that, Hyunjin whispers.

And he’s right.

Your body feels heavy, blissed out in the softest way and yet the tension in the room hasn’t broken. Because Hyunjin’s not done.

“You think I’m letting you leave without a few reminders?”, he murmurs, voice full of mischief 

You start to turn your head, but he pulls you back with a gentle kiss to your shoulder before trailing his lips up to your neck.

“He thought he could just throw you away”, he whispers, “Now he gets to see what it looks like when someone have you right”

And then he bites you. Not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to leave a mark. One sharp pull of teeth, followed by a wet kiss. You feel it already — the bruise blooming on your skin, just under your jaw, where it is guaranteed to be seen.

“One here”, Hyunjin says, his voice rasping against your neck, “One for every time he made you cry”

His mouth trails lower. Along your collarbone, over the swell of your breast.

He sucks another hickey there. You whimper as he drags his tongue over the sting.

You reach back blindly, fingers tangling in his hair, your body arching into him. He shifts slightly behind you, pulling out of you slowly, and you feel the heat of him dripping down your thigh. Filthy.

But he still doesn’t stop.

He kisses down your spine, his teeth scraping down your back till his mouth finds your inner thigh, where he licks and sucks until another bruise paints itself 

“One more”, he hums, “Right where only I’ll know it’s”

His tongue flicks over the fresh bruise. His hand squeezes your ass as he kisses back up.

“There”, he whispers, brushing a final kiss to the back of your neck, “Now you can go back out there”

You blink, dazed, “You want everyone to see?”

Hyunjin leans in, lips curling just beside your ear, “No, baby. I want him to see”

You get up and start looking for your dress while Hyunjin lies stretched out on the silk bed behind you, completely naked, glowing with sweat, his hair a mess. You’re sitting on the edge of the mattress, tugging the hem of your red dress back down over your body. Your heartbeat still hasn’t leveled out.

He watches you with heavy and possessive eyes as you slip your heels back on. The marks he left on your neck and collarbone are already darkening into bruises, barely hidden by the fabric of your dress. You don’t fix your hair to cover them.

You want them to show.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ

You step out of the tent and find Chaeryeong immediately leaning against a tree, sipping from a pink drink, her phone in hand.

She looks up, pauses,  then lets out a dramatic gasp.

“YOU BITCH”, she shrieks, storming up to you,

“Is that a bite mark?! Oh my god, you little whore!”

“Shhhh”, you laugh, grabbing her arm, trying to contain her.

 “No, no, we are not going to be calm about this. Look at you! You’re glowing”

You grin, breathless. Still floating.

“It was good?”, she teases.

“It was… out of this world”

Chaeryeong pulls you aside into the crowd, “Okay, okay. Listen up. Hoseok saw you leave. And I think… wait. Yep. He’s looking”

You follow her gaze.

There he is— Jung Hoseok standing in the garden with a drink in hand, his jaw tight, eyes locked on you like you were an alien. The girl from earlier isn’t beside him anymore. And when his gaze drops to your neck— to the bruise Hyunjin left under your jaw— you see it.

The flicker of regret. The consuming jealousy. The realization that he lost that version of you.

You raise your drink in a silent toast.

Hoseok doesn’t move but his grip on the glass tightens.

And behind you, summoned by the force of your glow, Hyunjin slips through the crowd, shirt back on, hair still wild. He slides an arm around your waist from behind, resting his palm above the curve of your ass.

He doesn’t even look at Hoseok but he leans in, lips brushing your ear.

“How many do you think he can see from there?”

You bite your lip, “At least two”

Hyunjin hums, “Not enough”

“You’re impossible”

“And you’re marked, baby. By me. He can’t undo that”

Hyunjin’s hand settles lower on your back. His lips ghost against the shell of your ear, his breath warm, “Come with me”

You turn slightly, your body already leaning into his, “Where?”

“Somewhere nobody even knows”

Your breath catches.

You feel Hoseok’s eyes on you still but you don’t turn. You don’t give him that. You just let Hyunjin guide you, your hand sliding into his, your body already humming with the weight of his stare.

Chaeryeong watches you leave with a devilish little smirk, raising her glass like a proud best friend

“Text me when you’re alive again”, she calls after you.

You don’t answer, just smile over your shoulder as Hyunjin leads you away. Past the music, past the lights, past the people who wish they were either of you.

His fingers stay firm around yours the whole way, never letting go. 

Never looking back.

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✦ " MISSED ME? "

❥ starring toji x female!reader cw !! 18+ explicit , dark content , rough sex , fingering , dubcon , degrading , kinda toxic , use of the word daddy & name calling stuff.. summary: ur toxic bf toji calls u up one last time .. a/n: second fic got bored and wanted to add more to this acct lol

wc: around 1,500ish

it had been two weeks after you and toji broke up, and to say the least, you were devastated. the days blended together, hours went by as you laid in your bed still & unmoving, getting up for the occasional snack & restroom break, sure. but toji on the other hand seemed to be doing fine, you didn’t hear from him yet since you guys ended off on horrible terms and didn’t expect to anytime soon— until he texted you.

you heard your phone, “ping!” picking it up; expecting it to be one of your friends trying to cheer you up, force you to go out again to bar hop and flirt for drinks— but your heart dropped once you swiped up, reading the contact following with the message.

“can you come over real quick? i need my shit back.”

your hands trembled a bit as you exhaled— the air in your pink covered room suddenly becoming thicker, a small smirk plastered on your pretty face as you tried to think of a response, biting your lip in anticipation. were you even ready to see him again? you settled on simply just liking the message, replying that you're on the way.

you turned on the shower as the mirror began to fog, taking extra time on shaving, you immediately took this opportunity to get your revenge— look good in spite of him. show what he’s been missing, that you don’t need him! curling your hair, doing your makeup, and with finding an outfit that looks effortless, settling on a sheer crop top and some skimpy boy shorts; you were ready to face him. you applied his favorite perfume on you, taking one last look in the mirror smiling! you gathered the last of his hoodies you've held onto, taking an uber to his house. you had butterflies in your stomach; mindlessly scrolling on your phone while filled with anticipation. arriving, you took a deep breath as you walked up to his apt floor; closing your eyes as you knock with shaky hands.

the door flung open as you felt the wind from inside his apartment; that same homey aroma making your mind hazy, the feeling of when you guys were together running through your mind—nostalgia hitting you like a ton of bricks. you opened your eyes trying to ground yourself again, looking up at him.

“hi..” you stuttered—barely above a whisper.

he only let out a small chuckle as you mentally cursed yourself for revealing just how nervous you actually were, inviting yourself inside prompting him to open the door wider, stepping aside. he had a smug grin on his face, like this was some kind of setup as he closed it behind him. shaking it off, you sat on the couch, crossing your arms as you anxiously bounced your leg up and down; a habit when you were tense. toji took note of this, trying to ease the tension. “you want a water or somethin? you don’t need to be so shy pretty.” he said, sitting next to you on the couch as he blatantly checked you out, reaching a hand across to rub your thigh soothingly. you know what this was leading to, you know his antics, you know him— so why do you continue feeding into it? you snapped yourself out your thoughts as you looked over at him, grey sweats and a black tee. you bit your lower lip slightly, reprimanding yourself mentally as you looked away from him, letting out a small “no.”

“i have the hoodies you asked for.” you muttered. he only smiled to himself at your statement as he looked up at you, trailing his hand higher, finding the seam of your shorts as he slowly grazed his fingers over your cunt. “it can wait, i missed you.” “—toji.. mm” you cut him off with a small whimper of his name as you felt yourself growing wetter; your pussy drooling with arousal as it stained through your shorts a bit. his fingers moved under the waistband of them as he sat up a bit to lean into you, his lips grazing your neck as he planted soft kisses onto your sensitive skin, —“i know you missed me too baby.. wearin' this slutty ass outfit, pretty lil tits all on display, just for me.. right princess?” he softly muttered into your ear, bringing his hand away from your shorts momentarily to grope at your breasts, "toji..~ mh~ fuck.. stop teasing.." you moaned, letting out soft mewls as your cunt grew even slicker. he pulled your perky tits out from your shirt as he moved his dripping fingers back where you wanted them, teasing your needy bud as he spread your legs wider for his access. “so fuckin’ wet for me already..” he pulled you into a sloppy kiss—inserting two of his digits in your pussy; finger fucking you. the only thing from his living room you can hear being sounds of your messy cunt drooling all over his fingers and your soft mewls. even though you pulled away from the kiss he still drilled your needy hole with his digits, —hitting that gummy spot that made your vision go white, "cum for me pretty, you like it when i fuck you till that lil head of yours is empty, yeah baby?" drool ran down the corner of your plump glossy lips as your eyes welled with fat tears from the pleasure. "fuck! 'm gna cum toji.. mm~ ah~ please.. i'm cumming~" your sight went hazy as you creamed all over his digits, your body tensing up as a sense of euphoria washed over you; vision spotty with black 'n white. "c'mon baby, i'm not done with you yet; you can give me one more princess." he said, softly slapping you to look at him; you open your eyes, glossy and spaced out— giving him a whiny "mhm" followed with a nod. "that's my pretty lil' slut." he pulled away letting his cock spring free, precum already leaking from his rosy pink colored tip. you were drooling at the sight, swiftly moving your shorts to the side as your fresh manicure dug into his back— wrapping your legs around him to straddle him. "my baby's been needy, huh?" he chuckled; "uh huh.. want it s'bad.. please fuck me.." you whimpered, the sight of you desperately trying to sink onto his cock while begging for it turning him on even more! his fingers dug into your hips as you fully took his dick inside you, letting out a loud mewl at how big it was. a soft grunt escaped from toji, hissing at how tight you felt around him. "fuck.. squeezing me s'tight.." he didn't even give you time to adjust; immediately slamming you onto him as he squeezed the rounds of your ass. "toji..~ ah~ feels s'good.. mm~ want y'to cum in me.. ah!~" you drooled into the crook of his neck as your eyes rolled back into your skull, your needy 'n throbbing clit rubbing against his pelvis with every smack! that filled the room. he pounded into you relentlessly, his cock hitting that same sweet spot over and over again as you creamed on him, your brain turning to mush. "love it when you go dumb on my cock. just a fuckin' slut, knew you'd let me fuck you again." he muttered in your ear, thrusting up into you even harder. "mm..~ caan't take it..~ daddy..~ 's too muchh!" you mewled, eyes unfocusing as his cock twitched at the name; you felt it and your orgasm approaching as your pussy spasmed, squirting all over him causing you to go limp in his arms. not long after, he came inside you, creating a creamy mess on the base of his cock. it was going to be a longgg night.. 2025 © all works belong to @urbimbobrat. do not repost, translate or steal any of my works

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You didn't know how you got in this position—tangled up in the webs of a grumpy blonde—becoming the fixation of your next door neighbor, who is both recognized and feared by the whole district, his reputation only ever increasing since you were mere children.

And to any newcomer, they would find the two of you to be quite an odd pairing, the personality differences quite palpable. You're not like the loud hot head; you're bubbly, more carefree, often socializing with strangers on your day to day.

The stark differences would be deal-breakers in most dynamics, at least... that's what the onlookers would think, but to anyone else that's seen the two of you grow up, they would immediately know — that you've been his ever since you two met.

"You shouldn't talk to that boy anymore!" Katsuki, age 8, shouted out towards you, accusingly pointing a finger in your direction, acting as if you just committed some sort of crime in public.

And in his mind, you did, because why in the world are you talking to someone else that isn't him?! Again?!

His brows are furrowed, glaring daggers at the way you happily smile back at him, oblivious to how his anger rises at each passing moment, "Don't worry Kacchan! I already told him I had a best friend! You!"

He hates the way his heart jolts at your words, the way you can make his anger disappear with one pretty little smile, the way you could easily read him like a book, I mean... was his jealousy really that obvious?

The boy huffs, crossing his arms and looking away with a stubborn frown, "You're always running away, didn't your mom ever teach you about stranger danger?!"

You're eventually stepping closer to him, taking the opportunity to innocently hold his hand—a small habit you've recently developed—one that makes the little boy flush bright red, halting in place as you tilt your head towards him, big curious eyes staring deep into his crimson gaze.

"She did! But I know i'm safe when you’re around!" you beam, such a bold statement exiting your mouth like it's damn air, merely giggling at the way he freezes, eyes widening, not anticipating such high praise and expectations.

His heart feels like it's gonna explode.

He quickly averts his gaze, though doesn't make a move to push you away, instead pulling you along to follow him, away from every potential distraction—aka the other kids on the swings—clearly intending to hog all your attention for himself, until you inevitably run away yet again.

"Hmph, then you should just stay next to me..." he mumbles, so faintly that it's almost incoherent, but even so, despite the rustling leaves and soft breeze, you seem to hear it — you always seem to hear him.

"Then can I be with you forever, Kacchan?!" you continue, cheerfully skipping at his side, a look of hope clouding your glossy orbs, eagerly awaiting his response.

A moment of silence passes.

"Do whatever you want, like I care!" the boy scoffs, nonetheless, gently squeezes your hand, the earlier pink tint continuing to linger on his cheeks.

Your smile immediately widens at his subtle confirmation, that you squeal in delight, clinging to his side all the way to the monkey bars, unknowingly attaching yourself to the best protector you could've ever asked for.

Because when he finds you a few days later—your tiny form nervously shrinking back from two big fourth graders—he's already acting as your shield, standing in front of you, not giving them time to mutter another single word. His crimson eyes zero in on the two boys, sizing them up and making sure you're out of harm's way.

Katsuki heard the way they were mocking you, seemingly making fun of your talkative demeanor when you approached them, and witnessing such an exchange... only made him see red. It didn't help that he could hear your soft sniffles and hiccups behind him, solely increasing his previous frustrations, after all... you never cry.

"You bastards! You'll pay for that!" he yells out, already running towards them as his palms cackle with mini explosions, not an ounce of fear as he rushes the older duo.

You and the other neighborhood kids could only watch in awe as the blonde throws punches left and right, using his fierce quirk as leverage, immediately overpowering the boys with sheer strength and will power.

And the desire to protect a certain someone.

So it didn't take long for the older duo to run away, tails between their legs, as the blonde stands tall—a bit bruised in the face but nonetheless—the overall victor of the intense beatdown. Katsuki's posse eventually rushes over, their eyes gleaming with admiration at his bravery, all while the blonde wipes away at his bloody nose.

"Wow Kacchan!"

"You fought against two big fourth graders and won!"

Despite the praise that would usually fill his ego, he pays them no mind, instead looking around the park before his gaze lands on you, who's currently being comforted by a few of your friends, some giving you hugs and even tissues for your tears.

His eye twitches at the sight.

The blonde immediately marches over, making everyone scatter away like ants after witnessing the fight, clearly intimidated by Katsuki's aggressive mood and the dangerous glint in his gaze, but much to everyone's shock, he helps you to your feet, gently wiping away at your remaining tears.

"Tch, you idiot... I told ya' to stop approaching random people, not everyone is as damn cheerful as you!" he scolds, in an unfamiliar tone that leaves everyone's jaw on the floor, it's loud but not hostile, softer, something more vulnerable... and only meant for you.

"Ah—! Kacchan, your cheek!" you gasp, looking at his small bruises with dramatic horror, a hint of guilt beginning to form in the pit of your stomach, after all, he only got involved because—

"Hmph! This is nothin'! So don't start cryin' again, ya' hear?!" the blonde scoffs, pulling you along by your wrist to somewhere private, giving you a quick once over when you're finally alone.

He hesitates, "Oi, they didn't.. touch you... right?"

His eyes darken at the mere thought of you getting hurt, giving you the confidence that he would do anything for your assured safety... as much as he'd try denying it.

"Ah— I'm okay!!" you quickly reassure him, knowing he's surviving off his last thread of patience—and not wanting to see him go off the rails of sanity—you smile up at him, already feeling more at ease, "thank you kacchan..."

He flushes bright red, averting his gaze, "don't thank me, stupid... I didn't do it for you! I just— didn't like them is all!"

You knowingly giggle, and feeling a little thankful... you wrap your arms around him, giving the boy an innocent hug in response, making Katsuki awkwardly freeze, unsure of what to do, "H-Hey! People are gonna see, let go!" he exclaims, his cheeks nearly matching the color of his ruby irises.

"It's okay now! I know I'm safe when you're around!" you cheer.

Katsuki pauses.

It's those words again. The everlasting trust you have in him to keep you safe, protected, but most of all, loved... he just can't let you go.

So he'll let you get close, let you chatter to the sea of people that you want to call 'friends'—good or bad—because he'll be here, watching over you, protecting you, loving you.

He stands there, allowing you to hug him for a few moments longer, resigning to awkwardly patting your head.

"Yeah whatever.... just stay next to me, dummy..."

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request: Omg i really love your writing ❤️❤️❤️ but may i request a fluffy with Bedsy pleaseee he deserve to be happy too 🥹

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: um, none? oh not super proof read yet

author's note: accidently deleted this, you didnt see that. okay okay so there's angst SORRY... BUT just for a bit, it ends fluffy dw. this is also for my darling @belli5 cause she hit 300 yesterday and im so so proud of her!!!

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you really hadn't meant for it to get this bad. you couldn't pinpoint exactly when it had all started going downhill, but wherever you were at in your relationship wasn’t healthy anymore. you couldn't stay, you were only hurting yourself.

you had known each other since you were kids, growing up next door, your parents relatively close. 

you had known him long before he was considered as ‘connor bedard number one overall draft pick.’ when his family moved into the house next door, your mom sent you over with a freshly baked batch of cookies, ones which you were annoyed about giving away. 

putting on your hoodie to combat the awful weather outside, you only needed to walk a few steps before your spare hand was knocking on their door. within a few seconds, the it swung open with such speed you stumbled back slightly, being met with a wide eyed boy.

“who are you?” he seemed so excited it threw you off a little before you finally said your name.

“i live next door, my mom told me to bring you these.” you shoved the tray of cookies forward with a shy smile. the boy took them like he was given a million dollars.

“thank you.” before stuffing a cookie into his mouth and continuing, mildly incoherently, while chewing, “i'm connor by the way. how old are you?” 

“seven, how old are you?” you asked back, already feeling oddly comfortable around him. his eyebrows shot up and a grin spread on his rosy cheeks.

“me too!” 

you two have only gotten closer since that afternoon. you attended every game of his you could. no matter what, you stayed close. connor moved to play in the whl and you finished high school. both your parents were nervous about what the distance might do to your friendship. luckily on one random saturday morning, after conor had been drafted by the blackhawks, you facetimed him, chicago university acceptance letter in hand. 

you were both new to the city and sticking together made both your parents happier. so, you did what any childhood friends would do and moved in with each other. and somehow, like anyone else would in that situation, you ended up falling in love with your best friend. stupid, right? oh but he just made it so easy.

you would be exhausted, hunched over your textbooks and laptop, the white computer light shining into your bloodshot eyes. connor would rest against the door frame, sighing before walking with careful steps over to you, gently closing your laptop and shushing your whines at him. 

“no, con, i really need to study.” you said, trying to push his hand away, head not even turning towards him once. 

“yeah, but you’ve done so well already, you’ve been studying all night and you look burnt ou-”

“hey!” you scowled at him, pulling the glasses off your face and dropping them on the table. 

“you know i didn't mean it like that,” connor chuckled, holding his hand out with a warm smile. sighing, you took it and let him lead you out and onto the sofa. 

connor let you choose the movie to watch and pulled you close to him, playing with the ends of your hair and rubbing circles on your shoulder. 

and it would go like this all the time. you were just as bad; it takes two to create the mess you found yourself in. 

back-to-back losses for chicago blackhawks and connor was over it; his body felt overworked and his morale was low. dropping his bag down in the entry of your apartment with a thud, you already knew how his mood was going to be, watching the game at home and feeling the sad pang in your chest for him.

his hair would still be damp and his body hugged by a hoodie. you walked towards him, holding gentle expression and opening your arms out for him. connor accepted your embrace without a second thought. 

“come on, let’s get you into bed.” 

you would lead him into his own bedroom, sitting yourself against the headboard so he could rest his head on your stomach.

“played like shit.” he finally mumbled after not speaking. he had always gone quiet when he was upset, ever since he was young. 

but you hated when he did this, because to you, he was the best player you had ever seen, inside and out. “no you didn’t, you played your best. today wasn't your fault.”

it went pretty silent for a while as you ran your fingers through his damp hair. he slowly relaxed, the adrenaline and tension finally releasing under your touch.

“thank you,” and even before you had time to respond, connor quickly added, “love you.”

you shut your eyes, feeling a small pang in your heart. this is probably when you started noticing it. the feelings. voice almost cracking, you responded, “love you too darling.”

he would never say much else, just snake his arm around you and snuggle into your warmth, humming as you stroked his hair and lulled him to sleep. 

but best friends didn’t look at each other the way you two did. best friends didn't react like that when they were told i love you. 

and the day connor walked into your room, holding up two shirt options and asked which one would look better for a date with a girl he had just met, you broke. everything you had been holding in came crashing down.

“the black one looks the best on you.” you just let your mouth talk as you tried to focus your mind on not letting yourself cry.

you tried to do anything to distract you after he left. you baked, you tried watching a show, you tried sleeping. and then you tried reading a book. oh what a mistake. pulling the novel from your bedside table, your bookmark fell out and onto your lap. glancing at it you began to tear up, and at some point tearing up became full chest wracked sobs. it was the customized bookmark connor had bought you at your request; it detailed a very old picture of you two, both eight years old, lying next to each other on the bedard family sofa and dead asleep.

you had given connor all of yourself. every boyfriend you had was short lived because you could only ever look for connor in whatever poor guy had asked you out on a date. you were happy when he was happy, your heart broke when his did, you felt the tight pull in your chest whenever he was upset about a game. you would bend over backwards to put a smile on his face. 

you dropped the bookmark, the edges streaking with a cocktail of inky colors that had mixed with the liquid from your salty tears. you moved without thinking, you couldn't think. maybe if you had, you may have acted in a different way. mindlessly packing a bag of overnight clothes, calling your close friend you had met from school and asking if you could crash at hers to collect your thoughts.

connor came back to an empty apartment and no girl on his arm. he hadn't felt any connection. but he didn't care about the date anymore. no, now he was frantically rushing around the apartment looking for you, pacing up and down the hallway outside your empty room, phone in hand as he called you. 

when you finally picked up, he let out a relieved sigh, huffing out a laugh, “i thought something had happened, you all good? where you at?” 

“connor, i can't live in that apartment anymore.” your voice cracked at the edges; you felt like a coward doing this over the phone. connor knew when you were about to cry, he could always sense it coming by the way you spoke.

his heart dropped, a bit confused, “huh? why?”

you paused for a second, “because connor… oh god… because you'll never feel the same way about me, and i'm breaking my heart being so close to you but just not enough. i- i can't live with you anymore con, i'm sorry.” 

the line went silent for what felt like lifetimes. you almost hung up, embarrassed that your lifelong best friend couldn't even form words at your confession. 

“come back and we can talk about this.” connor finally said, voice low and careful, his mind still racing. “please, baby.”

your breath caught, he heard it too, “don't. don't call me that. please don't.”

you sighed, head dropping, “ill come by at some point to get my things.” 

“no that's not what i mea-”

you couldn't take it. you felt embarrassed, upset. you hung up and turned your phone off for the rest of the night.

you stayed at your friends house for three days. three long days in which connor had felt horrible. he moped around at practice and go straight to sleep once he got home. he couldn't bare being in the apartment too long or else he was reminded about how much he missed you and how big he fucked up.

you felt just as bad. you realized you had never really gone this long without at least texting. and it hurt. 

connor was supposed to be at an early morning skate, you knew his schedule. entering the quiet apartment, swiftly making your way to your room to pick up some of your study materials. but you halted in your tracks, stopping right at the threshold of your room.

your best friend was lying on your bed, face nuzzled into your pillow; the one on the side of the bed you always slept on. he looked so peaceful, but even asleep he looked exhausted. 

you tried your best to pick out your books without making a sound, but the universe just wasn't on your side. 

“hey.” you shut your eyes when you heard his voice, back still turned away from him. what could you say? ‘yeah con so still very much in love with you, fuck you for waking up’ maybe you'd steer clear of that.

“hey.” was all you got out, continuing to place your notepads in your bag. 

connor sat up and rubbed his eyes, seeing you again made his heart ache. he couldn't believe you were actually here. getting up quickly, he scrambled to stand beside you, hands on your shoulders and forcing you to turn towards him, eyes full of purpose. 

“please look at me,” connor was almost begging, he didn't know what else to do. 

you knew that if you looked at him, looked into the eyes you loved so much, you'd break into tears. but you did it anyway, because it was him. you'd always say yes to him.

“i know you're hurt and embarrassed, but please let me explain, i just need you to listen.” connor said carefully. “please?”

everything in your chest hurt, but you nodded, looking up at him as he sighed, swallowing to try gain some composure. 

“i never wanted you to feel the way you do, please know that. i had no clue you felt that way and i feel like an idiot now becau-”

“i know con, i didn't expect you to love me back the same, it was stupid, i ju-”

“no, it's not stupid!” connor exclaimed, his hand going to hold your cheeks. 

you blinked, not knowing what to do.

“it was never stupid.” his voice was smaller now, shy in a way that threw you off. “it was stupid i didn't notice it. any hope i had that you did, i told myself it wasn't because i didn't want to ruin things. you've been my person for so long that i'd hate myself everyday if i made things difficult.” 

it was like your ears were ringing, you weren't really sure what was happening. he was talking so fast you could only fully process bits and pieces. 

“you… what?” you let a tear slip past your eyes and connor was quick to wipe it away, smiling at you softly.

“baby i fell in love with you the second you knocked on my door with that tray of cookies. and i've only fallen more in love with you since.” connor felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders as he wiped away your tears. 

you on the other hand, couldn't even form words. so you did the only thing you could do, reaching up to place your lips against his. immediately you both melted into the kiss.

when you two finally pulled apart, connor kept you close, pressing his forehead on yours, stupid smiles tickling the edges of both your lips.

“i really wish you'd have told me sooner.” you said, giggling as he rolled his eyes.

“you could've done the same. and maybe not left me stranded in this empty apartment to sulk.” he responded, nudging your nose with his, making you smile even more, warmth spreading across your entire body.

“got you to confess though didn't i?” he chuckled at you, pressing one more kiss on your lips, never wanting to let go of your.

“sure did.” 

[alinathinkstoomuch]

BATHROOM BREAK

pairing: derek morgan x reader summary: post-case unwinding usually involves derek on his knees, right?? based on this request. warnings: smut 18+ MDNI, oral (f receiving) derek is a munch. that's literally it. bau’s no.1 pussy eater! word count: 1.3k

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Technically, the team was still on call. After wrapping up a case in Jamaica, you weren’t set to leave until the morning, though it would be very unlike you and Derek not to explore the area (code for all the clubs and bars you could squeeze into the next twelve hours) before heading home.

Your relationship with him was hard to put a label on. You weren’t dating, not really, but on more than one occasion, you’d ended up a little too close for what was considered normal between friends and coworkers.

So tonight, you were grateful to not have an audience and to be spared the endless stream of comments from Reid and Emily about how the activity you and Derek both referred to as ‘dancing’ was, according to them, not dancing at all. Emily had once called it ‘straight-up humping,’ and Spencer, in his usual fashion, had described it as a form of foreplay, though he somehow managed to make it sound deeply unsexy with science.

The bass was pounding so hard it felt like it was shaking your whole chest, and the cocktails had done just enough to take the edge off the past four brutal days. You finally felt loose, like you could actually enjoy the balmy night without your brain dragging you back through the profile to scrutinise every single step you took.

Derek’s hands were on your hips, a place they were all too familiar with. It started out as a subtle touch when he was walking past you in a tight space—an accident, something he’d almost thrown his hands off in embarrassment over. But when you barely reacted and brushed it off with a comment about how it was the most contact you’d had, he hadn’t stopped. And so now, when the two of you went out, your hips were his favourite place to rest his warm hands on, and it was quickly becoming your favourite weight to feel.

"You keep dancin’ like that," Derek said, his words tumbling out of a wide grin you could feel without even looking, "you’re gonna have the whole place thinking we didn’t book separate rooms."

You lifted his hands from your hips, just so you could turn around, ass all up in his crotch. “Did we?”

“We did. Doesn’t mean we gotta stay in ‘em.”

“Doesn’t mean we have to stay out here either,” you murmured, resting your head against his chest, looking up at him through your lashes.

His hand slid back to your waist, thumb moving slowly against the fabric of your skirt. “You tryna call it a night already?” 

“Not a night. Just…a change of scenery.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, stepping back and slipping your hand into his, tugging him through the crowd towards where you vaguely recalled the bathrooms were.

Derek let you lead, taking the time to admire the view of your plump thighs, the way they filled out that skirt with every step. And the tan line that marked your skin on the back of your shoulder, still there from when you wore a vest to a crime scene. He had a complicated relationship with religion, but if he ever got the chance, he’d want to meet the God that made you.

He followed with a smirk as you weaved through groups and pairs of people, not bothering to check if there was a queue before you pushed straight into the bathroom, holding the door open for him like this moment was exactly the one you were waiting for. 

As soon as he stepped through the door and clicked the lock in place, you were all over him. Hands snaking around his neck, tugging him to you until the back of your thighs met the counter. He only pulled back to lift you onto it, watching as your skirt rolled up your thighs, your panties on full display just for him.

“I like these,” he said, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Red. Fitting.”

“Mm,” you hummed, trailing your finger under his chin to tilt his face back up to yours, “you can take them off too.”

“Oh, I plan to.” His mouth was on yours again, hands on your thighs, thumbs toying with the lace no longer hidden beneath your skirt. The heat was already enough to make you sweat, but the feeling of finally getting what had kept you up several nights in a row had you parched.

“Can you stand for me, baby?”

You nodded and hopped off, his fingers already slipping under the waistband of your underwear, dragging the fabric down. “Been dying to know what you taste like,” he murmured just as you leaned back against the counter on your elbows, watching him drop to his knees, hands trailing up your legs. 

He kissed the inside of your thigh, then again, just shy of where the evidence of how badly you wanted him was glistening in the light. His hands gripped the backs of your legs, pulling you closer as he went. 

“You smell so fucking sweet. Been driving me crazy all week.” 

You couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out of you, half-stangled. “It’s probably the sunscreen. I’ve been layering that shit on like it's—oh.” Your voice caught mid-sentence the moment you felt his mouth on you.

One hand scrambled for the counter and the other reached for his shoulder, fingers digging in. You felt his tongue drag through your pussy causing you to curse and twitch into him. And when he began working over your clit your mind went blank, no thoughts filtering in or out…just his tongue. 

And it felt good. So damn good. Nothing like you’d ever felt before. Sure, there were other times you’d found yourself in this situation, but it usually ended with you pushing their mouth away because they didn’t seem to know what they were doing. But Derek Morgan was eating your pussy like he was on death row, and you never wanted it to end.

In fact, there was one thought in your brain—how the hell were you supposed to move on from this? How were you meant to say good morning to that wicked mouth, or watch it wrap around a coffee mug without dying a little inside?

He tapped your thigh, mumbling a rough, “Over my shoulder, baby,” into your soaked heat, and you’d always been very good at following instructions. You lifted one of your legs over, granting him the access he wanted. 

“Fuck,” you moaned. “H-how do you do that?” 

He pulled back briefly, mouth slick. “Do what?”

You whimpered, completely dishevelled. “That. That.”

“This?” he asked before sucking your clit into his mouth.

“Yes—that. Mmhm. Exactly that.”

He hummed against you, the vibration knocking you closer to your orgasm. You clenched around nothing, hips rocking into his mouth just to feel him go deeper. If anyone was waiting outside the door, not even the music would be enough to masquerade the wet, lewd sounds echoing from inside.

Did you care? No. Not even a little. You were too busy holding onto the edge of the counter like it owed you money, one leg still hooked over his shoulder, thinking about all the ways you were going to repay the favour the second you got back to the hotel.

Your mouth fell open, no real words coming out, just a string of moans that got increasingly desperate the closer you got. “Oh my God, Derek.”

And then your thighs were squeezing around his head, all that pent-up tension releasing in seconds. You think you might have blacked out for a moment? Hard to say. You’d probably have to consult the mirror behind you for answers, but your head was too busy lolling back like someone had unplugged you.

Eventually—eventually—he pulled back. You let out a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a whimper, blinking back into consciousness. 

“You good?” he asked, breath a little ragged.

“So incredibly good,” you managed, still half-dazed, just as he gently placed your leg back down. “Now do you want me on my knees here or back at the hotel?”

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This is Me Trying

Part 5

pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

a/n: I might not update for a day or two. I only get tomorrow off and then work moved my schedule all around so depending on how busy it is I might not get time to write :( so I hope you all enjoy this yap fest. love yooouuuu

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“Whoa, it's definitely less crowded.” You mumble to your friend as you walk around the busy street.

It's Thursday, race night. You told your friend you were tagging along because you had nothing better to do and needed to get out of the house. But you both knew you were there for Jason, she didn't say anything about it.

“I noticed that too!” She comments in return.

“I think a lot of people are hiding out after J-” Dick speaks up before he stops himself, cleaning his throat.

“After that drug ring was busted last week. I mean, there's a crazed man on the loose bringing in criminals. Is it really so surprising that a bunch of the usual crowd are in hiding?”

“Makes sense.” You agree with Dick not giving it too much thought.

“Do you think he's dangerous?” Your friend asks.

“Yes.” A deep voice comes from behind you three, causing you to startle. Jason stands behind you with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

Dick waves his hand, “Nah, I doubt the guy’s dangerous. He's a little crazy yeah but he's probably a big ol’ softy. Protecting his city and all.” Jason shoots his brother a sharp glare, one that has tingles run down your arms. You don't want to be on the receiving end of it - Dick acts like it's no big deal.

“He's a lunatic. Running around the city acting like a hero? Guy's an idiot, prob’ly got a death wish or somethin’.” Jason mumbles.

“Oh, definitely.” Dick snorts.

“It's kind of hot,” Your friend speaks up with a small giggle when Dick looks at her offended. Jason grunts but he doesn't look amused.

“What?” She defends herself from her boyfriend's pout. “It's true! Some guy going out of his way to bring in bad guys like that? Of his own free will? Probably getting all beat up and bloody. Definitely hot.”

Jason looks more irritated the more she talks, “He's probably getting paid.” He says it like it's a fact.

“He's not hot! Baby, angel, please he's not, don't do this to me!” Dick is desperate and you laugh at his dramatics.

“I think it's noble.” You speak up. Jason looks at you and scoffs.

“It's not. It's stupid.”

“Okay, okay. No more fighting.” Dick is finally finished with his final act drama scene.

“We weren't-” you try to tell Dick you weren't arguing or starting a fight but Jason cutd you off.

“Yeah, whatever. I'm heading to my bike.”

You watch Jason walk off and then turn to Dick and already it's like he knows what you're going to say because he simply shakes his head.

“He just gets like this before races.” He explains.

“Right…” you say before your eyes are on Jason's back again. You take in the way his back muscles flex under his black shirt. He's almost graceful with the way he's weaving through the crowd. And just like that he's gone again.

“You're not racing tonight, baby? I thought you were.” Your friend pouts to Dick.

“Not tonight, angel. Car's in the shop.” He replies. “I think we should head down to the finish line though, wait for Jay down there.”

“Yeah, let's go!” She smiles brightly and you follow behind the two, like a child in step with their parents.

Halfway to the finish line someone bumps into you, knocking against your shoulder. You drop your phone with a small gasp. It's not surprising with the crowd. He's tall, big, with a smooth smile.

“So sorry,” he croons as he bends down to pick up your dropped phone. Another shoulder bumps you again.

“Shit.” You turn to look at the person but they're already lost in the crowd. You spend a few moments trying to find the person in the crowd, call them out or apologize but it's no use. They're already gone.

“Here, not a single scratch. Sorry about that.” The stranger hands you back your phone.

“Uh, right. Thanks.” you take your phone back with a forced smile.

“You should be more careful,” they comment, “there's a lot of weirdos in Gotham.” The charming smile on their face doesn't sit right with you.

The warning sends a chill down your spine but you nod.

“Right. Thanks.” Your defenses are up immediately.

“Hey, everything good?” You hear Dick. He's pushing through the crowd towards you, your friend's hand in his. He's not wearing his signature smile and that adds to your uneasiness.

“Yeah, I just dropped my phone. Someone-” you turn your attention from Dick back to the stranger but he's gone.

“... Someone bumped into me.” You finish with a confused look on your face. You sigh and shake it off.

“C'mon, let's go. Jason's race starts in a minute.” Your friend smiles and holds out her free hand to you to hold onto. You take it eagerly, not wanting to get lost in the crowd again.

At the imaginary finish line you push your way to the front of the crowd. There's an electric buzz in the air. The people around you laugh and talk, excited for the race to begin. You hear the motorcycles start up and rev their engines down the street. You can't help the smile on your face, it's contagious when everyone else around you is just as excited.

The bikes fly by in an instant, sleek and modern and customized. It's a flurry of colors and sizes. Loud and rumbling deep in your chest. A small breathless laugh escapes as Jason crosses over the invisible line first.

In all of the excitement the crowd rushes forward, swarming racers to congratulate them, console others. You find yourself following in step with Dick and your friend. There's a giddy feeling bubbling up in your stomach. The three of you are at him in an instant, the crowd around you begins to blur as Jason is the only thing you can focus on.

And then your arms are around his neck in a tight hug. You don't even think about it. It just… happens.

Jason is visibly caught off guard, his arms tensing at his sides. Dick watches with a smile on his face - trying not to laugh at his brother's flustered face. Your friend coos softly.

“Uh,” Jason swallows before wrapping an arm awkwardly around your back. He clears his throat and his thoughts and a smile starts to pull at his lips.

“Oh-” your senses finally come back to you. You barely even know him, ‘What am I doing? I'm the weirdo in Gotham.’ you think.

“Shit, sorry.” You pull back with a sheepish smile. You move to untangle your arms from around Jason but his smile falters into something softer but more serious and his hold on you tightens almost imperceptibley.

“S’fine.” He mumbles. The two of you make eye contact and his ears go red again but you don't notice with the way your eyes dart to the side, your face going warm.

“Congrats, brother.” Dick claps Jason on the shoulder.

“I think that was your fastest time yet!” Your friend laughs brightly. Jason leans back, still sitting on his running bike before he cuts the engine, his arm still around you.

You pull back to hold onto him in an awkward side hug. One arm slung around the back of his broad shoulders, his arm still around your back.

“Lets go get your winnings and head to the party? It's at the beach tonight.” Dick smiles.

Jason shakes his head, “No way are you getting me to the Gotham harbor.” He shakes his head.

“I was actually going to grab an Uber and head home. Get something to eat on the way.” You tell the three. Jason looks at you and your suddenly self conscious of your profile with the way his eyes bore into you.

“Hell no,” he states. You turn to him confused.

“No?”

“No. I'll give you a ride. You can't trust ubers around here, are you kidding? You'll probably get kidnapped.”

Your stomach flutters and you begin to open your mouth to argue but Jason is already putting his helmet on your head. Again, it smells like him and you can't help but smile. A clean soap scent. Jason climbs off his bike and lets go of you. You're almost upset about the loss of contact.

“Stay right here.” He tells you, giving the top of the helmet and firm pat, a smirk on his face. You almost say “yes sir”, instead you just nod.

“He's down so bad.” Dick comments with a smirk as Jason walks away. You shoot him a glare.

“He's being nice.”

“Yeah, okay.” Dick snorts. Your friend slaps at his arm in a silent warning to be nice.

Jason comes back just a few minutes later, shoving an envelope into his jacket pocket. His winnings from the race. You wonder how much is in there with how fat the envelope looks.

“Said you were hungry?” He asks you as he ignores Dick and you nod. Your cheeks raise under the helmet as you smile, causing Jason to smile faintly in return.

“C'mon, hop on.” Jason pats the seat of his bike and you comply wordlessly. “Burgers alright with you?”

“God, yeah.” Your voice is muffled by the helmet but Jason nods.

“Have fun, Jaybird.” Dick teases when Jason gets on his bike and starts the engine. Your friend smiles coyly and waves at you knowingly. Your thankful for the helmet that hides your bashful smile. You shake your head jokingly.

“Don't do anything I wouldn't do!” Dick calls over the roar of the engine which earns him a middle finger from Jason.

“Bat Burger, huh?” You question Jason. You go to take his helmet off but, again, he stops you. Silently insisting he do it himself.

“Yeah. It's the only place open this late with good burgers.” He shrugs. With the helmet off you realize how close he is and it hits you how big he is. Almost towering over you like a shadow that could swallow you whole.

But he's gentle in the way he unclips the strap of his helmet, soft in the way he slowly pulls it off your head to not hurt you.

“You didn't have to do this, you know.” You give Jason a smile as Dick's words ring through your head.

“Was on the way.” Jason simply responds as he eyes the menu on the outside of the building.

“I meant all of this. The ride, the food. I'm sure there are more exciting things you could be doing instead of giving me a ride home. Again.” You're about to say thank you before Jason gives you a look. And despite not knowing him well, you know what he's going to say. You sigh in amusement and nod.

“I know, I know.” You cut him off as he opens his mouth. He closes it with a smile.

Bare minimum.

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Pete had to leave his brother's place because he was going into the military. That left Pete with no place to stay. He knew of a friend of his who had a two-bedroom apartment and was looking for a roommate for the second bedroom. His friend was straight, but being gay didn't bother him though. So he texted him. Van agreed to let him move in at his place.

Later that day, Pete went over to his friend Van's place to see if the room was still available. Van let him in.

"What's up, how have you been?" Van asked.

"Good, hey, is your second room still available?" Pete was hoping it still was.

"Sorry, but I gave that room to another friend of mine. A college buddy who was on the football team with me now lives in that room." Van told him.

Pete was disappointed that the room was no longer available. "I was hoping I could live here. My brother leaves for the army in three days, and I need a new place to stay." He explained.

Van felt bad for him but knew of a place with plenty of room. "Well, I can offer you another place to stay with plenty of space, but it might be a little strange."

Pete didn't mind a little strange as long as he had a place to sleep. "I don't mind that. I will take it." He spoke up without knowing where it was.

Van smiled, "Okay. If you don't mind, then I won't either."

Pete was now getting curious as to what Van meant about his last statement. He saw him pull out his phone and point the camera at him. There was a flash for an instant. He then found himself unable to move or speak. He felt hollowed out and empty on the inside. He felt something large lifting him up.

Van examined the socks he picked up off the floor. They felt so soft in his hands. "Like I said, since you don't mind my sock drawer, I won't mind wearing you on my feet. You get a comfy place to stay either way. I am glad you won't mind being on my feet." He went to his room to try on his new pair of white grey tipped socks.

"No, I thought you meant an actual room, not on your feet or sock drawer!" Pete mentally screamed. This was not something he ever would have wanted. He was powerless as Van's feet slipped inside him. He could taste and smell both of his feet. He tried to move to show his discomfort but that was impossible. He couldn't even voice this protest since socks can't speak. He didn't want to be socks at all. He just only needed a place to stay till he got his own apartment.

Van walked around in his new socks. They also felt good on his feet. "I am glad I could help you have a place to stay." He wiggled his toes in his new socks and smiled down at them. "You will be my favorite pair of socks. I will make sure you get plenty of time with my feet since you didn't mind." He added.

Pete was distraught. "NO, change me back now. I don't want this. I don't like feet in this way. Van, I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR SOCKS!" He mentally screamed, but was getting no results. Each step felt like horrible pain renewed each time. Almost never ending pain with each step. With no way to let Van know that he wasn't happy, he might be stuck this way forever.

THREE WEEKS LATER......

Van was relaxing on his bed with his favorite socks. Both socks had big holes in the heel. He hoped that Pete was still just as happy as he was for having him as his socks. He could have thrown them away, but he promised to give him a place to stay. Continuing to wear him till he is completely destroyed will be giving him a place to live, either on his feet or in his sock drawer. Too bad there was no way to find out how happy his socks were.

Pete's mind was completely gone. All he knew was just Van's feet. His will had been broken after the fourth day of being on his friend's feet. In a way, his friend completely stomped out his will without even knowing it. He was just a mindless pair of socks enslaved to the feet who wore him and the owner who took pleasure in stepping on him. He was nothing but socks now.

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Just Friends (Wunmi x Michael

Summary:Wunmi and Michael confess their feelings to each other

Warning: none, this is fluff with a slight mention of something sexual, but it's literally nothing

An:I didn't proff read this,maybe later I will. I forgot she was British while writing ,so imagine her voice how you like. I don't know when part 2 will be out,but hopefully soon. Play the song below , when the story mentions it. Enjoy!

Michael and Wunmi walked back to their trailers side by side after filming their characters' love scene. Standing in front of Michael’s trailer Wunmi stops and turns to him,”did you mean to grab my hand”,she says ,her voice very soft. Stunned by the question Michael answers saying,”I didn't even know your hand was gonna be there ,I was just going with a feeling”. “Yeah me too”, Wunmi says, stepping back a little towards her trailer.

Before she could make it up the stairs to the door , Michael's voice cuts through the air,” You wanna chill in here a bit ,before we have to start filming again”, his door now pushed halfway open. With hesitation clouding her face she finally nods. Walking up the steps passing him through the door- her ass rubbing against him. Michael clenching his teeth feeling her rub against him, the feeling so familiar. Thinking back to the scene they just filmed;his sweats start to feel tighter.

Now settled on the couch, Wunmi looks up at Michael standing still at the door. With a curious smile grazing her lip she says,” Are you just gonna stand there until they call us back”. Snapping Michael out of his daydreaming; stepping in ,closing the door behind him. Putting his hands in front of him trying to cover up his situation.

Without a beat Wunmi notices; her hand going to cover the smirk that was now on her face.

“You want something to drink”, Michael says still trying to hide his hard on. Wunmi nods her head saying sure. Michael walks over to the couch with Two water bottles in hand

“So what you invited me in here for”, Wunmi asks, grabbing the water of his hand. “I just wanted to see where your head is”. Michael didn't know it but that was a loaded question for Wunmi. She felt like everything was moving fast. From the audition to now, sitting by her co-star and feeling things she shouldn't feel.

Taking a deep breath before talking she answers,"I'm just taking things in, I feel like things are moving faster than I keep up with”. Michael nodded, staring a hole into the side of her face. He sat the water bottle down in front of him, reaching over to grab her hand in his. Grabbing Wunmi's chin , turning her to look into his eyes as he spoke these words. “ You don't have to say this- I'm not this , I'm not that. Wunmi you are fucking everything”.”I'm not sure if you notice, but people admire you. They feel your heart,because you lead with it, your eyes are kind and your spirit is warm,and just for the small time we've been around each other ,I feel safe anytime you're in a room”, Michael says.

Now, looking just staring at Wunmi, hoping she heard his words and believed him. Noticing tears swelling at the corner of eyes, he reaches his hand out , wiping them away before they get to hit her face. “ I didn't say that for you to get emotional, but to tell you that you're seen , for your talent and effort,and a damn good effort it is,” Michael says with a smile on his face. It slowly wipes away as he notices Wunmi still not saying anything,” Are you o-”, Wunmi cuts him off placing her hand at the back of his neck bringing him in for a kiss.

Shocked, Michael pulled back from her hold, before their lips could touch. Bringing Wunmi out of the trance she realized what she did. Shooting out her seat-water bottle long forgotten, sputtering a bunch of apologies making her way to the door. Before she could grab the handle, Michael reached out to her hand. When he grabbed it, the feeling of when they were in that cabin shot through him. Without thinking he turned Wunmi around , his hands cupping her face , slamming his lips on to hers.

Sitting there ,still.

Until, she moved her lips against his. Hands falling from her face to her waist, her hands moving to his shoulders-hands curling in his hair. The longer it goes on the messier it gets. Tongue plunging into each other's mouths. Moans bouncing off the walls of the trailer. Michael felt like he couldn't get enough of her. He wanted to live in her presence. Without a second thought, he grips Wunmi on the back of her thighs, lifting her legs around his waist. Pulling a gasp out of her,” Wait Michael you sure you got me”, She says unsure of his actions. “I always got you”, Michael says, bringing his lips back down to hers.

Tongue going deeper. Michael started making his way to the couch with Wunmi in his arms. Sitting down never stopping what he was doing. Leaving kisses down her neck, her fingers gripping his shoulders, as she slowly grinds her body onto his.

Knock,knock.

A sound hitting the trailer door ,knocking them out their cloud of peace. Barely an inch apart, breathing in each other's air. Michael shouts towards the door asking what they wanted. They answered back saying they were needed for a camera test. With a sigh he shouts back alright. His head now sits in between Wunmi breasts, breathing her in. Her hand now laying a calming presence on the back of his head. “We'll talk about this later, but for now let's act like nothing happened”, Wunmi said, making a move to move off of Michael’s lap. He grabbed her hips, stopping her from moving. “But I don't wanna act like this didn't happen. I wanna explore more , so promise when we get the time we'll sit down,and talk,” Michael said looking up to Wunmi with soft eyes .

He brought up her hand , palm resting against his face. Placing a kiss to his lips, to his jaw ,biting his ear, she whispered,”I promise”. Now getting off his lap, she looked down noticing the way his dick begged to be free from his sweats. “Handle that, quickly”, She said, making her way out his trailer.

With her finally out of the room he felt like he could breathe. Resting his head on the back of the couch he pulled his dick out his sweats. His tip was already covered with white liquid . It didn't take him long to finish ,with the image of her fresh on his mind ,and the smell of her fresh in his nostrils. Imagining what it feels like to cum in her ,while she rode him instead of his hand.

Cleaning himself up ,he made his way to costume. “ Just act like nothing happened”, Michael whispered to himself hoping he could do it.

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Walking on to the set of the juke joint ,now in his Smoke outfit. He started looking around for Wunmi, stopping once his eyes met hers.

Wunmi was having a conversation with Ryan about what the camera test consisted of , when the room started feeling different. The energy felt still. Her eyes drifted around the room until she saw him. Michael walked in-in his Smoke fit. That was it , that was the energy she felt. The feeling of him ,as if their souls were connected.

Her eyes stayed locked in on him. Seeing him look around as if he was looking for something,or someone. That's when the feeling hit her like a train. Their eyes met. Feeling a hand on her shoulder snapped her out of it. Now a mess of emotions, she stutters out an apology. Following Ryan to her mark in front of the camera.

Nervous to face Michael after what happened in his trailer . Nonetheless she straightened her back ,as Michael walked in front of her. Noticing how tense she was, he asked if she was alright. “Yeah, just tryna get through the day”,she answers, a sigh following after.

Before Michael was able to say anything, Ryan started giving them directions. They turned to the camera, then to each other. It looked different now , it wasn't Wunmi and Michael-no it was Smoke and Annie. Turning the head but not body, backs now to the camera. Back to back. Now back to their original stance. Ryan told them to turn to each other.

Without even thinking, his hands moved on their own. He started fixing her necklace, stilling her earrings ,twisting them into place, fixing the neckline of her dress.Settling his hands on her shoulder dragging them down her arm.

Wunmi felt overwhelmed by his touch,a small smile grazing her face. She looked down ,and to the side trying to avoid his gaze.

Michael liked that , he wanted her to squirm more.

With a serious smirk on his face,hands behind his back, he took a few steps forward, now chest to chest with her. Wunmi looked up, meeting his eyes. Seeing the smile on her lip , it caused him to break the serious look on his face ,and start smiling as well.

She stepped back now being able to breathe . Having him that close to her was making her lose her mind.

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Wunmi was gathering her stuff together , getting ready to leave. When she heard a knock on her trailer door. Walking over looking through the window she saw Michael standing looking nervous. Opening the door, she looked at him with worry on her face. “ Are you alright?”, she questioned. Michael didn't answer with words , just with a nod. Seeing he wasn't gonna say anything, she motioned him inside.

“I just wanted to check on you and see where your mind is at”, Michael said slowly, carefully with his words. Wunmi answered with a short answer of , “ My mind is in a good place”. Michael turned to her seeing as she finished up packing her things. “I meant about what happened earlier in my trailer”, Michael said, his eyes meeting hers. An abrupt stop in her movements. “I liked it ,but nothing else can happen”, Wunmi said, picking up her stuff ,heading towards her door.

Before she could make it to the door ,Michael reached out and grabbed her arm. “Look, I just wanna talk”. Seeing the harsh glare Wunmi was giving him ,he let go of her arm. Once again pleading his case,”We can get something to eat,and go back to my place and chill”.

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Now, here they're sitting on Michael’s couch. Avoiding starting the conversation. “Martin” playing low in the background. Takeout boxes sitting on the table in front of them.

“You dragged me here saying you wanna talk ,but all silent now. I could've been in my bed by now”, Wunmi says , irritation dripping from her voice.

Startled by her sudden outburst, he reached for the remote ,pausing the show. “I just don't know how to approach this , shit I didn't even think you liked me that way”. Michael says. “Just start from when you got feelings for me”, Wunmi says , a now soft tone surrounding her voice.

Michael starts talking ,thinking back to when she auditioned.

“Aight ,I'm about to have them call in Wunmi now, she auditioning for Annie”, Ryan said to Michael who was sitting there looking bored.

Totally zoned out ,Michael just nodded. That's when Wunmi walked in the room. His eyes hooked on to her, then she walked in with confidence following her. His eyes trailed her body like she was his prey. From the way her jeans hugged her thick thighs ,snatched to her waist. White blouse,slightly unbuttoned.

He was so entranced by her ,that he didn't realize Ryan was calling his name. “Bro you good”, Ryan said with concern on his face. “ Yea-yeah,umm yall ready”, Michael said, staring at Wunmi right in her brown eyes. “Whenever y'all are”, Wunmi said with a soft smile never leaving her face.

Getting up , they acted out the 7 pages Ryan gave them. From Ryan's view he would've thought they were Smoke and Annie ,who lost a kid and spent 7 years apart. Michael felt a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. Every time he gazed into her eyes he didn't even feel like he was acting. He felt like a teenager aging, looking at his crush from across the room.

Wunmi finished her last line, a now nervous smile grazing her face. Not wanting to leave her space, Michael kinda just stood there-until Ryan yanked him over. “ So how do you think she did ?”Ryan asked Michael, who was amazed by her talent. “Fantastic”, was all he said. So Ryan walked over giving her the news that she got the part . While he was talking Wunmi looked over his shoulder seeing Michael jumping up and down with two thumbs in the air ,with a big smile on his face.

“Wait, is that how I got the part?”Wunmi said, sitting up ,bringing him out of the memory. Frantically Michael said” no-no that's not why. You might not see it ,but your talent is out of this world. The way you portrayed Annie from just seven pages was the shit. Yeah I also loved how you look, with your hair in a ponytail, and white blouse that showed off your neck. But your talent and our chemistry is what got you the part”. Wunmi just smiles ,leaning forward, setting a couple pecks on his lips. “ I'm shocked you remember what I looked like that day”, she whispered . “ I remember everything about you," Michael said, grabbing one of her hands into his.

“Mmm, you wanna know when I knew I liked you”,she said, twisting the ring on his finger.

Michael nodded, eyes trained on her twisting his ring. “When you told me I was fucking everything”, Michael's head shot up ,looking her in the eyes, saying to continue. “ I always kind of had a feeling, but when you said that”, she paused, taking in a breath. “It just clicked. That was insecurity of mine, still is”, she said looking down at her hands. Michael cupped her face ,bringing her head up , concern on his face ,as he saw tears building up in the corner of her eyes.

“ but you didn't know that ,and somehow still knew what to say”, Wunmi says, a slight smile now on face . Michael didn't think twice , bringing her face to his. Kissing her , tasting her tears. Pouring into the kiss , what he couldn't form with words. Pulling away he says,” I will always be there to tell you that, and I won't stop until you start believing it yourself”.

Wunmi pushed his back onto the couch, straddling him. Pulling him into another kiss. Michael’s hands hugging around her waist. Tugging them close ,until they were chest to chest.

Withdrawing , gasping for air. They sat there staring into each other's eyes. Speaking into the silence Wunmi says,” What do you want for your career, and life”. Arms sitting on his shoulders, running her fingers up and down his neck.

Before answering Michael pulled her closer ,until her head was lying on his shoulder, and he was breathing into her neck. “I'm not sure what I want for my career, I think it's been going down the path I want it to go down”, his words being slightly muffled. “Now my life , I like how it's been going, but I wish to travel more , find love ,get married ,have kids. Maybe even have you right there with me as I do it all”, he said lifting his head from her shoulder.

Wunmi still ,her breath started to get slower. Raising her head to look into his eyes. Trying to see if he was serious.” As a friend or what”, she said, still trying to come to terms with what he said. “ I mean as the person I'd get married to , but if not, I'll always be your friend”.

Laying her head back on his shoulder, she just started talking, “ My career is going good ,but I want it to get bigger , or at least for Hollywood to get better”, Wunmi said , a sigh leaving her mouth.

“ Now for my life, I want to grow closer to my roots, and maybe get married and have kids”, a smile now resting on her face. “Is this marriage and kids happening with me or you got someone else in mind?”Michael said, lifting Wunmi's head off his shoulder. “Take a guess “, Wunmi said before , leaning down and kissing him.

It caught him off guard, but only for a second.

After a few minutes , they finally separated. Trying to catch their breath. “ Not to kill the mood ,but you can't tell anybody about this”, Wunmi said in between breaths. Michael looked at, with a calm glare. Why he questioned? “ I don't want people to get the wrong idea, don't get me wrong I like you ,but I don't want people to doubt my talent by thinking I slept my way to the top. After the movie is done you can tell people”. Michael understood that ,he hates it ,but understands. “ Alright, as long as I can keep kissing you”, he said smiling .

“ That you can do ,but not right now, let's play 21 questions”. Wunmi knew it sounded childish, but what other way to get to know someone.

They tossed questions ,until they got to one that sparked something in Michael’s mind.

“What's your favorite song?,Wunmi said.

“You answer first “, Michael said with a grin on his face. “ I don't know why you got that look on your face ,but my song is “I'm Still in Love with You"by AL Green”.

“OK I see, you got some taste”, Michael said nodding his head. “Well let's see if you have any ,what's yours”, Wunmi said , head tilted to the side. Confusion appeared on her face when she saw Michael get up. Michael grabbed his phone connecting it to his speakers. Wunmi didn't know the song that started playing, but that didn't matter , Michael was gonna sign it to her.

Girl, I know this might seem strange

But let me know if I'm out of order for stepping to you this way

See I've been watching you for a while

And I just gotta let you know that I'm really feeling your style

Wunmi started laughing , as Michael walked over to her. Singing the song as if it was his own. Reaching his hand out to her still singing. Still smiling, she grabbed his hand. He pulled her close to him, pushing her back out spinning her.

Putting his arms around her waist, as he arms rest on his shoulders. He leaned down to her ear whispering “ This aint my favorite song ,but it reminded me of us , I'll wait however long I need to , to tell the world your mine”. Now staring in her eyes ,to show how serious he was.

No other words needed to be said, she pulled his head down into a kiss. That's where they spent the rest of the night ,in each other's arms.

I'm not trying to pressure you

Just can't stop thinking bout you

[casssssssi]

All Your’n

Will Smith Hockey x Reader

warnings; fluff, that’s really it, not proofread,

wc; 2,352

summary; Will takes his high school sweetheart to meet the team and their families for the first time.

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Shes been with Will for as long as she can remember. He’s really all she knows, dating-wise. She remembers the first time she met him. It was both of their freshman years. She had went to watch her brother play at his hockey game. When she was waiting outside for him, Will, who was playing for the opposing team, approached her, shy as ever. Told her he thought she was pretty, asked for her number. He was elated when she agreed to give it to him. They texted almost every day, much to her brothers dismay, and built up a friendship. Friendship quickly turned into something more though. By the end of that year, they were dating, and had been ever since. Will would be the first to admit that she was way out his league. She was gorgeous, kind, smart, funny, and passionate. He could never understand how he got so lucky. It was like she was the missing piece of his heart. She completed him, in every way. He loved her to the moon and back. They had been through so much together. Homecomings, Proms, graduations, college commitments and decisions, even Will’s draft. She’d been there with him through it all. She’d become close with his family, especially Grace, and she still remembers the first time she met Gabe and Ryan. The two boys staring at her, jaw dropped when Will pulled her aside from his family after a game for team USA to confirm that “Yes, I do have a girlfriend. No, she’s not made up.” Will would always find it amusing, how his two friends would stare at her like she was from another world. Hell, he couldn’t blame them. There was just something about her that was enchanting. He was always proud to show her off, to other players, friends, family. He wanted the world to know that this beautiful, kind girl was his, and only his.

Making the decision to move with Will to San Jose when he signed his contract was a big one. One she had to think long, and hard about. Ultimately though, she thinks it was a big step in their relationship for the better. They wouldn’t just be together anymore, they would live together, see eachother every minute of every day, excluding the time that Will was out for hockey. Will was ecstatic, he loved the idea of coming home after a long practice session to find her curled up on his couch, or cooking him a meal in their kitchen. It made his heart warm just thinking about it. He knew some relationships would falter under this kind of pressure, but he knew theirs was strong enough to endure. And it has been. Which leads them to now. It’s the first team-family event of his rookie season. She’s met a few of the players already, the ones Will is particularly close with, Mack and Toff and Eky, it’d be hard not to since they hang around so much. But now, she’s meeting everyone AND their families. The thought is just a little nerve wracking, but she persists. She makes sure she looks her best. It’s a little cooler, so she settles for a nice long sleeved top and a pair of jeans, not too simple, but simple enough. It’s not some big, fancy event, it’s just a barbecue hosted at Toff and Cats house. She’s met Cat, Will has dragged her with him over to their house many, many times since they’ve moved here. When they arrive, she wipes her palms on her pants, trying to rid them of the clamminess that’s clinging to them.

Will could sense her nerves, he always could. He knew her best. He could almost always tell what she was thinking without her even saying a word. He puts an arm around her waist, pulling her close to him. “Hey, I know you're nervous, but there's nothing to worry about. Everyone here is really friendly I promise”, he says with a small smile, trying to reassure her. She gives him a small nod, taking a deep, steadying breath as they approach the door. Will squeezes her hip lightly, a silent way of telling her everything will be okay. As they step inside, they're immediately greeted by the sound of laughter and chatter, the party is already in full swing. Will leads her through the crowded living room, toward the backyard, where they find most of the team. She puts on a smile, and a few people come up to greet them. She meets some of Will’s other teammates briefly before Cat comes and whisks her off to chat with some of the other WAGs. They’re all very kind to her, include her in their conversation, and it’s like she’s been there the whole time. She finds herself laughing and pitching in with her ideas on the topic very quickly.

By the time the sun starts to set, Toff has set up a small fire in their fire pit, and everyone is curled around it with their respective families, music playing softly over a speaker someone had brought. She leans into Will’s side as one of the wives, Mario’s she thinks, speaks up. “So, how did you two meet?”, she asks, directing the question at her and Will. Will smiles warmly as he looks down at his girlfriend, his arm around her. He takes the lead in answering the question, happy to tell their story. “Well, we actually met back in high school. She was at one of my hockey games, watching her brother play, and I saw her in the stands. Couldn't take my eyes off her.” He glances over at Cassie, his expression softening. “She was just so damn pretty, and I just had to talk to her, had to get her number...” A smile quirks her lips at the memory. It had felt like just yesterday, when in reality it was almost 5, 6 years ago. “He was so shy and adorable, I couldnt say no”, she teases him. Will rolls his eyes playfully, a small smirk on his face. “Hey, I am not adorable,” he says with a faux-offended expression, “I'm rugged, and manly, and tough.” He flexes his free arm, showing off his muscles jokingly, as is the cliche hockey stereotype. “See? Tough as nails.” Everyone laughs, and some of the guys pitch in with their own teasing comments about Will, Toff’s sarcastic, “Sure, Kibble”, making her giggle as Will pouts.

Will groans, exasperated, and throws a glare in Toff's direction, which only adds to the laughter erupting from the group. “Oh ha-ha, very funny guys.” He shakes his head, but he's trying to hide the smile pulling at the corner of his lips. He looks back down at her, and pokes her playfully in the ribs. “You're supposed to be on my side, you know.” “I stand up for my beliefs.”, she says, sticking her tongue out at him. Will fakes an offended gasp, putting a hand to his heart dramatically. He looks at her in mock-awe, his expression exaggerated. “Wow, I can't believe you'd turn on me like that. After everything we've been through. The nerve, the betrayal.”, he feigns betrayal, placing a hand on his forehead and leaning back, causing another round of laughter from the group. “You wound me, woman.” She giggles again, and just lays her head on his shoulder. “You know I love you”, she says. Will grins, his expression softening as he looks down at her, his heart swelling with affection. He wraps his arm around her, pulling her close. “I know you do,”, he says, his tone slightly cocky, but his eyes show nothing but love and tenderness as he gazes at her. He leans over and places a gentle kiss on the top of her head. “And I love you too,” he murmurs, his voice quieter so only she can hear it.

They sit around the fire for a couple more hours. Some of the other couples tell their stories about how they met, and then they start talking about random things. There’s a heated debate on conspiracies. Macklin stated that Aliens were not real and it immediately caused an argument. The WAGs just sat back, laughing at their partners as the team argued. By the time it’s time to leave, it’s late and she’s tired, her head back on Will’s shoulder as she blinks sleepily. Will notices her growing more and more sleepy, his arm wrapped around her, holding her close as he listens to the debate going on. He can see the tiredness in her eyes, and he knows it's time to go home. He whispers in her ear, his voice gentle, “Hey, sleepyhead. You ready to go home?” He gives her hip a squeeze, gently coaxing her out of her half-asleep state. “Mhm”, she hums out. He chuckles softly, amused at how cute he finds her when she's sleepy. He stands up, helping her up with him. “Alright, come on.” He slips an arm under her shoulders, steadying her as he starts to lead her towards the door, waving goodbye to the group. “We're heading out, guys. Thanks for having us.” She gives Toff and Cat a tired smile, “Thank you so much for tonight”, she says, and really it’s to Cat. She feels like she’s gotten a lot closer with the other WAGs, and that’s mainly because of Cat. Cat smiles warmly back at her, her expression sincere. “Of course! You're always welcome here,” she replies cheerfully. Then, a sly smirk crosses her face, and she adds in a playful tone, “And we'll definitely be having more get-togethers like this, so get used to seeing us around.” Toff chimes in, grinning at the two, “Yeah, you're stuck with us now, kiddos. No take-backs.” They laugh and wave as Will starts to lead her out the door and to their car.

Will walks her to their car, one arm around her, keeping her close as she stumbles slightly from her drowsiness. He looks down at her affectionately, finding her even more endearing in her sleepy state. “You're such a mess right now, you know that? Adorable, but a mess.” He jokes, a small smile on his face as he opens the passenger side door for her, ready to help her in. She climbs in, buckling her seatbelt as Will climbs in the drivers side. As they’re driving, radio playing some country song Will’s been obsessed with for the past few days, her phone buzzes.

Cat Toffoli 🐈‍⬛ has added you to “The Better San Jose Sharks 👸🦈🏒”

She can’t help but smile as she reads the notification, happy today went well and she made some new friends. Will glances over at her as they drive, noticing the smile on her face as she checks her phone. He quirks an eyebrow, curious. “You look like you just won the lottery or something,” he remarks, his tone playful. “What's got you so smiley all of a sudden?” He keeps his eyes on the road, but his gaze flicks over to her phone occasionally, trying to catch a glimpse of the screen. “Got added to the WAG chat”, she hums. He lets out a soft chuckle, his eyes flicking between her and the road. “Ah, the exclusive team-wives chat, huh? Getting let into the inner circle already, I see.” He grins, clearly teasing her, “Does that mean you'll be spilling juicy gossip and sharing team secrets with the girls now?” “Nope i’m only gonna spill secrets about you”, she says, her smile turning playful as her eyes glint mischievously. He raises an eyebrow, his expression turning skeptical but amused. “Oh, really now? Is that so?” He tries to appear nonchalant, but there's a hint of wariness in his voice. He knows his girlfriend too well not to be slightly worried about what she might disclose. “And what kind of secrets would you be spilling about me, may I ask?” “All of them. I’ll tell them about the time you called me crying because Leno hit you in the face with a puck during off-season practice”, she jokes. That was one of her favorite memories because Will had been such a big baby about it, calling her, sputtering as tears streamed down his face, which had a nasty bruise blooming on his cheekbone. She has no idea why they decided not to wear their helmets that day. Will groans and rolls his eyes at her recollection, his cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment at the memory. “Oh, Of course, you’d bring that up...” He lets out a huff and shoots her a half-hearted glare. “I wasn't crying. I was just... expressing my pain. Big difference. And it hurt, alright? Leno has an unfair advantage with the slap shot, the bastard.”

She can’t help but laugh. He’s right, she’s watched them all play, Ryan’s shot was mean. “Whatever you say babe”, she says, grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers, squeezing it softly. His expression softens as she twines their fingers, the touch of her hand in his sending a wave of comfort through him. He squeezes her hand back, the gesture both grounding and reassuring. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” he grumbles, trying to maintain a mock-offended tone, but failing miserably as a corner of his mouth lifts in a fond smile. “You're lucky I love you.” “I love you too”, she says, bringing his hand up to her lips to give it a kiss. Will's heart flutters at the gesture, and his expression softens even further. He smiles at her affectionately, his earlier mock-offense completely dissipated. “You're such a sap,” he teases, his tone affectionate. “But I wouldn't have it any other way.” He gives her hand another gentle squeeze, a silent acknowledgement of his own love and affection for her. The ride home passes comfortably, hand in hand, in a mix of easy silence and soft music from the radio, both basking in their shared love and affection for one another.

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a/n; Woahhhh first request in the books! As always, this was written based off of one of my c.ai chats. Requests are open (Especially ones for Mack or Leno!), and feedback is always appreciated 🤗 Love you guys, thank you so much for reading!

[moontabi]

Hey gorg!! could you do us domming seunghyun when hes usually the dominant one? and he gets all whiny and complaining about it but then we put him in his place and hes begging for more😙😙 (female reader pls) Also if not thats totally okay!

SAY PLEASE

choi seunghyun x fem! reader

warnings: 18+ content ahead including slight foot stuff (kissing & stepping), pet names, dirty talk, degradation, praise, cunnalingus, face sitting/riding, handjob, oral (not enough to call a full on blowjob), edging, spit, thigh fucking, outercourse, unprotected p in v, cumming inside. dom! reader, sub leaning! tabi. this is pure filth, they fuck on the floor

a/n: not proof read bcs im going to nap after i upload this sorry for any mistakes!!

You’d been to your fair share of gallery showings since getting with your man Seunghyun.

This one was hosted by a close friend of his—an understated, intimate space tucked into a side street somewhere outside of Seoul. You came with him, dressed to kill, sipping wine and politely pretending to look at the art.

But the paintings were never what held your attention.

Now, the gallery is winding down.

Empty wine glasses clink faintly against trays. The last of the critics are still murmuring over pieces on display, offering half hearted nods as they move from canvas to canvas. And Seunghyun—your Seunghyun—is still standing with that lazy, almost elegant slouch, sipping the final swirl of his white wine, eyes low lidded in that way that always makes the heat between your legs ache.

His shirt collar is open just enough to reveal the tiniest glimpse of his tan skin, the curve of his chest and the faint sheen of sweat at his nape. You watch the tip of his tongue flick out to taste the wine still on his lips.

He’s always like this in public—cool, sharp-jawed and golden, radiating that quiet, masculine energy that draws people in without effort. Seunghyun doesn’t try to be magnetic. He is magnetic. charming, unbothered, in control.

But only you know how flushed the tips of his ears are. How tight his slacks have gotten from the way you crossed your legs earlier. How badly he wants to have you.

And he thinks he’ll be the one in control when he finally gets you alone.

Thinks he’s going to take you back to the hotel, unzip your dress with his teeth, and make you moan until you’re clawing at his back.

Oh, he has no idea.

He catches your eye and smiles.

You smile back—but yours is different.

There’s a heat behind it. A hunger he’s not used to being on the receiving end of. And when he walks over to you, wine-warm and looking like he’s two seconds away from pinning you against the nearest wall, you don’t step back. You step forward.

“Let’s go,” you murmur, reaching for his wrist with manicured fingers and letting your nails scrape softly over his skin.

His brows lift slightly, but he follows.

The way back to the hotel is quiet, thick with anticipation. He touches your thigh and tries to kiss your cheek. He’s so used to leading. He keeps close to your side, fingers brushing yours every so often. He can’t help it. You glance at him, and he smirks—that confident, subtle tilt of his lips he always wears when he thinks he knows exactly how things will end.

Except this time, you don’t lean into him. Don’t touch back.

You just smile to yourself and that makes him nervous.

You feel it in the way his hand hovers too long before slipping into his pocket. See it in the way he keeps glancing over at you with shiny, hopeful eyes—tense and uncertain, maybe even wondering if he’s done something wrong.

He’s never had to chase you like this and that’s exactly the point.

You step into the penthouse suite, your dress clinging to your hips, heels clicking sharply against the marble. You don’t get more than three steps before Seunghyun pounces on you—hands gripping your waist, hips rolling into yours roughly. You can feel how hard he is against you. His fingers slide beneath the hem of your dress, starting to hike it up until—

“No.”

One word. Calm. Soft-spoken.

His hands pause.

You push against his chest to create distance between you and walk away, brushing your dress smooth.

Seunghyun blinks, confusion flickering across his face.

“Take off my shoes first,” you say sharply. Not a request.

He lets out a low laugh, slow and cocky.

“You serious?”

You turn your back on him and walk to the grand piano in the center of the suite, heels echoing with every step. You sit on the edge like a queen on her throne and cross your legs. The slit in your dress parts wide, revealing the long stretch of thigh he hasn’t earned the right to touch.

You tilt your head.

“I said, take them off for me.”

Seunghyun doesn’t move at first.

You can see the resistance in the set of his jaw, in the way his shoulders stiffen beneath his shirt. His instinct is to laugh this off, grab you by the ass, and drag you underneath him. That’s his default—control. Dominance. Knowing he can make you fall apart with just a look.

But now, that look is meeting something unfamiliar.

A woman who isn’t planning to melt.

Daring him.

He lingers there for a long second too long, still trying to figure out if you’re serious.

And then—slowly, the idea seeming to physically pain him—he sinks down onto his knees.

Not gracefully. Not like a man used to kneeling. He moves like it’s foreign, he’s never had to lower himself for anyone. But something about the way you’re watching him makes him obey anyway.

His hands find your ankle, large and smooth and a little too eager. You feel the slight tremble in his fingers as he reaches for the bottom of your heel.

You don’t speak. Just watch him. studying his expressions with a click of your tongue.

He’s an eager animal in this moment—caught between submitting and sinking his teeth in.

He slides the first heel off, cradling your foot in his palm. His thumb brushes over the arch as he sets the shoe aside, a soft grin tugging at his lips.

“Comfortable now?” His voice is a low murmur, deliberately intimate. He doesn’t let go, fingers shifting to massage slowly.

“Mm,” you hum softly, watching his dark hair flop over his forehead as he works his fingers deeper into your skin. His touch is light at first, coaxing, but you can feel the tension in his hands, like he's holding back something more.

Then, without warning, he presses a kiss to the top of your foot.

You arch a brow.

“That part of the request?”

Seunghyun hesitates. Then shrugs, trying to smirk through it. “Thought I’d add a little something.”

“Oh, baby,” you coo, dragging your other foot up to poke your stiletto into his shoulder. “You don’t get to add anything. Not tonight.”

You can see him fighting the urge to bite back. The tension winding through his neck, his jaw. He wants to argue. He wants to challenge you.

Seunghyun bends his head again—and kisses your ankle anyway. Then the curve of your calf. He believes he can still resist surrender—a silent “I can do what I want,” wrapped in silk.

You feel the sharp edge hidden beneath the softness and a shiver ripples across your skin. You could call him out—but you don’t. You let it pass this time, because you know exactly what this is.

He’s trying to hold on.

And you’re about to make him let go.

He slides off the second heel now, slower this time. You spread your legs wider as he does it, letting your dress slip higher to reveal bare skin and the stretch of thin lace between your legs.

Seunghyun sees. His eyes flash—dark, hungry, shocked.

“Lay down.”

Was he hearing you correctly? His voice comes out rough, the edge of defiance already fading.

“What?”

You don’t repeat yourself, gliding your foot down the center of his chest. His breath hitches as the pressure shifts lower, trailing over buttons and fabric, until you’re pressing directly against the bulge straining his pants.

“Down.”

A shudder rolls through him. His hips twitch beneath your foot. His pride is still there, clinging to the edge—but it’s brittle now. He breathes in through his nose, deep and shaky as the scent of you hits him hard.

That’s what tips him.

He lowers himself to the floor. Not fluidly but with a need too heavy to hide.

You hover over his face, dress hitched high, your soaked panties tugged down your legs.

“Hands at your sides. You don’t get to touch.”

He licks his lips, voice rough and challenging.

“You think I’m just gonna lie here and take it?”

You smile down at him—sweet, pitying.

“Sure you are, I can see how bad you want it.”

He lets out a low laugh, sharp and shaky, but it dies in his throat the second your thighs frame his face and your sopping cunt sinks down onto his mouth.

His groan is immediate, muffled. His hands flex at his sides—fighting instinct. His tongue licks up the full length of your slit, too greedy, too frantic.

“God,” you sigh, rocking your hips slowly against his face. “Needed this.”

He moans under you, hips twitching up into nothing. His cock is hard, straining against the front of his slacks, leaking already. You glance down at the sight and giggle softly.

“Already this worked up?”

You grind down a little harder, letting your clit slide against the bridge of Seunghyun’s nose. He groans, louder this time, tongue flicking faster—more hungry.

“Slow down,” you chide, threading your fingers through his hair. “You’re making a mess.”

He whines under you. You lift off his mouth just barely—just enough to let him speak and he gasps like he’s surfacing from underwater.

“Say something smart again,” you say, breathless. “C’mon. Thought you had something to prove.”

“I do,” he pants, voice raw. “Just—fuck—can’t think straight with your pussy on m’face.”

“Aw, sweetheart you think that’s bad? we’re just getting started.”

Then you lower yourself back down and smother him again.

His mouth opens instantly. Tongue back to work. “Good boy,” you breathe, “That mouth of yours is so much better when it’s not talking back.”

You ride his face slowly, teasingly, his nose continuously rubbing right against your clit, your slick dripping down his jaw.

He’s good at this. Always has been. But now there’s no control. No rhythm. No teasing.

He’s not leading anymore.

He’s trying to keep up.

He whines beneath you, the mocking praise short-circuiting something in him.

“Still think you’re in control?” you ask sweetly, rolling your hips a little harder now.

He tries to shake his head, but you don’t let up.

“I asked you a question,” you say, voice soft but firmly.

“N-no,” he gasps when you lift again for air. “Fuck—fuck, no. You win okay.”

You hum thoughtfully, then grind down hard enough to steal the air from his lungs.

“Mmm. That’s better.”

Seunghyun’s hands scramble on the floor, trying not to reach for you. “You want to touch so badly, don’t you?”

He nods, eyes glassy, lips wet with your slick.

You tilt your hips forward and smother him fully.

His moan is strangled now—deep and helpless. His tongue is fast, lapping and sucking and groaning into your pussy lips melodically.

You stay there. Grinding hard until your thighs shake and your orgasm crests and he’s gasping for air between licks.

And even when it hits, when your moans get high and tight and your hands dig into his chest for balance, you don’t let him up.

You ride through it. Overstimulate him with nothing but your cunt on his tongue and the power he’s always thought belonged to him, now crumbling beneath your thighs.

He drinks greedily from your pussy lips, savoring every drop of your release that spills out onto his face and onto his tongue.

When you finally pull back, his face is soaked and his eyes are dazed.

“Baby—” he croaks.

You place a finger on his lips.

“Not yet,” you whisper. “I’m not done with you.”

His breath is hot against your finger, lips parting like he might protest—but the look in your eyes keeps him obedient.

You trail that finger down Seunghyun’s chin, across his flushed throat, then lower, slowly unbuttoning his shirt one by one. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, still panting, lips wet with your slick.

“I bet you thought you were going to wreck me tonight,” you hum, slipping the shirt open and running your palms over his chest. “Thought I’d be begging for it.”

He shudders as your nails drag lightly over his nipples. he’s the one trembling now.

You reach for his belt, unbuckle it with unhurried precision. His hips twitch. His cock is straining, visibly rock hard, outlined thick and dripping pre-cum. You palm him once over the fabric of his boxers and he jerks beneath you, letting out the most delicious, strangled moan.

“Fuck,” he gasps and you smile.

“You’re already close, aren’t you?”

He doesn’t answer.

You wrap your fingers around his waistband and tug his boxers down. His cock springs free—stiff, flushed, soaked at the tip, twitching against his stomach.

“Baby…” you whisper, leaning in close. “You’re so hard. You’ve been like this since the gallery, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” he groans, eyes fluttering shut like it embarrasses him to admit it.

You kiss the base of his cock, then drag your tongue slowly up the side, pausing just before you reach the head.

“You were such a good boy with your mouth, think you deserve a little reward.”

His hips buck and he hisses the second you take him into your mouth.

Not all the way—just the tip, lips barely wrapped around it, tongue teasing the slit. It hurts.

You suck once. Gentle. Cruel.

Then you pull back.

He looks devastated.

“Let me fuck you,” he whispers.

“Oh, no,” you purr, tracing your fingertips down the underside of his cock. “We’re not there yet.”

You wrap your hand around him firm, steady and start to stroke.

Not fast. Not enough. Just enough to make him suffer.

He tries to thrust into your hand and you tighten your grip. His whole body tenses, catching onto your game.

You bend down again, tongue flicking the head, then dragging wetly around the tip in slow, messy circles. Your other hand trails down to Seunghyun’s thighs, pressing his legs open wider.

He’s panting now. Moaning every few seconds, he’s trying not to fall apart but he’s failing desperately. His legs are shaking, hips continuously twitching up for anything more than what you’re giving him.

“Fuck, princess—I—shit—don’t stop!”

You slow down.

He chokes on a gasp and you smirk against his cock.

“I thought you were in charge, Seunghyun,” you whisper. “What happened to all that confidence?”

He looks up at you, wrecked and his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat.

“You,” he gasps, “You happened. You’re driving me fuckin’ mad—”

You stroke him faster for three seconds—and then stop completely.

Seunghyun cries out, hands flying to his face. he needs something to hold onto or he swears his dick will fall off.

You lean over him again, whispering into his ear.

“I want to see you beg.”

He shakes his head, barely.

You sit back, lick your palm, and wrap it around his cock again. You start stroking him—slow at first, then fast, mean, tight.

He whimpers. Moans. His hips are bucking out of control now. His cock is leaking, twitching with every pass of your hand.

“Say it,” you murmur. “Say please, or I’ll stop.”

He shakes his head again—but it’s weaker this time.

You suck on the tip once, pop off with a soft ‘pop’ and then drop your hand entirely again.

“Say it.”

“I cant—”

“Say it.”

He looks at you, broken.

And then, in a voice that sounds nothing like the Seunghyun who first walked into that art gallery with you, he obeys.

“…Please.”

You hum, satisfied.

But you still don’t give him what he wants.

Instead, you wrap your hand back around his cock and stroke him again—but ridiculously quick this time. Not a rhythm meant to bring him complete pleasure—just a tease. A taunt. A reminder that his release belongs to you now.

“Jagiya!—” he whines, trying to thrust up into your hand. “I can’t—I’m gonna—”

His whole body arches off the floor. A sound escapes his throat—somewhere between a sob and a growl—and his fists pound once against the floor.

“You don’t get to come until I say so, be good and hold on for me.” you spit onto the head of his cock and press your thumb into it. He moans, body buzzing from the constant orgasm denial.

You shift upward now, straddling him suddenly with your inner thighs clamping firmly around his now trapped erection. His hands instinctively grip your hips, sucking in a sharp breath as he does so.

His dick presses between the slick mess of your folds and he twitches, hips stilling as he fights not to thrust mindlessly between your legs. His self-control is admirable yet shallow, like one movement could snap it completely.

You whimper, your chest brushing his.

“You want to fuck me now?” you ask, your voice a whisper at his ear.

He groans, nodding against your shoulder. “So bad, please…”

“Then use my thighs first.”

You flex your thighs tighter around him and rock your hips once, grinding your slick pussy against the length of his cock.

Seunghyun fucks up into the space you’ve given him—slow at first. You sit back, letting him work. His cock drags through your folds perfectly, head catching on your clit with every motion. It makes you gasp,

“There we go…” you praise, “K-keep going.”

His fingers dig into your waist as you rock back against him. A strangled groan rips from his throat, his cock jerking violently between the fat of your thighs.

Pre-cum leaks out onto your skin as he starts to desperately hump upwards into your grinding motions.

He’s panting now, jaw tight, every motion wet and obscene between your thighs.

“Feels so good,” he chokes. “Love these thighs and this perfect fuckin’ pussy—”

His whimpers become louder and more desperate as he feels your fingers wrapping around his hot, pulsing cock. He watches with tear filled eyes as you pull him towards your dripping entrance, his tip pressing against your hole.

His eyes go wide when he feels it—realizes.

And then you sink down onto him.

A quick, unrelenting push.

He cries out, head thrown back, thighs shaking as you take every inch of him inside you.

“Baby!” Seunghyun’s voice is rough, broken, already unraveling.

He looks up at you with a pleading expression, his cock pulsing inside you “Move... please move,” he begs through heavy breaths.

You start to move—deep, rolling thrusts, grinding down in perfect rhythm, your cunt clenching hard around him every time you sit all the way down.

You reach between your legs, press two fingers to your clit, and let out a pornographic gasp.

He’s barely saying words anymore—just moans, gasps, begging sounds caught in his throat. His eyes roll back when you tighten around him on purpose.

“Please…p-please baby—”

“Do it,” you moan. “Come inside me.”

Seunghyun’s hips jerk up into you the moment you give him permission—sloppy, desperate, completely uncontrolled. Maybe once, maybe twice more before he’s spilling deep inside you, groaning out broken ‘I love yous’ as it fills you.

You ride through it, chasing your own high, until your second high crashes down on you—tight, sudden, thighs trembling as you moan and fall forward onto Seunghyun’s sweaty chest.

Both of you catch your breath, skin flushed and sticky. His hands rest lightly on your hips now—gentle, tentative.

“…I really liked that,” he confesses, his voice deep and hoarse.

You glance down at him, teasing.

“Yeah?”

He nods, cheeks flushed, not quite meeting your eyes. “Like… a lot. You—” He swallows.

“You made me feel so fucking good baby.”

You blush, stroking his damp hair. “You were perfect.”

He lets out a soft chuckle. “I kinda wanna do it again.”

“Right now?”

He flushes deeper. “Not right now. Just—soon…really soon.”

“Don’t worry, next time, I’ll make you beg even prettier.”

Seunghyun’s eyes go wide again, clearly not expecting how much that would affect him. He swallows hard, “I’ll hold you to that.”

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[moonmaarii]

arcade lights

request: no

summary: at a youth group arcade outing, you’re drawn to owen taylor, the married youth pastor. torn between faith and forbidden feelings, you struggle with guilt and temptation as he offers a chance to connect.

warnings: OWEN TAYLOR (bc that man is a warning himself), age gap, religious themes and guilt, subtle manipulation - as always, if you feel i have missed any please let me know

pairing: owen taylor x reader (gender neutral)

a/n: i also made a c.ai bot to go along with this fic as i was feeling inspired lol

word count: 1,516

the arcade buzzed with a familiar, almost nostalgic chaos. neon lights flickered above, casting a cold, buzzing glow over the worn carpet and battered machines. the scent of popcorn mixed with the faint musk of sweat and old plastic, settling heavily in the warm air. around you, the holy grace youth group moved in restless waves — laughter, teasing, the clatter of coins and clanging of metal. but you weren’t really paying attention.

your fingers traced absent patterns on the cool glass of a pinball machine, your eyes drifting over the crowd — catching snatches of conversation, bursts of laughter, but mostly drifting back to him.

owen taylor stood nearby, a quiet island in the noisy sea. his hands were tucked into the pockets of his jacket, his posture relaxed but his gaze sharp and steady as it swept over the group. then, as if drawn by something invisible, his eyes landed on you. a flicker of recognition — soft, tentative — passed through them.

he approached without a sound, his steps light against the carpet. you barely noticed until his voice broke through the hum around you.

“you ever played this one before?” his tone was calm, low, like the kind of voice meant to soothe.

you shook your head, surprised by the sudden attention. “not really. looks complicated.”

he smiled — slow, careful. “it’s all about rhythm. timing. kind of like… faith, in a way. you have to trust the ball will land where it’s meant to — even when you can’t see the path.”

you blinked, caught off guard by the comparison. his eyes held yours, earnest and searching.

“want me to show you?”

there was something tentative in the question, like he was weighing boundaries, unsure whether to cross them. the noise of the arcade dimmed around you, replaced by the soft clatter of the silver ball bouncing against bumpers, the distant cheers of your friends.

you nodded, heart thudding a little too fast.

owen’s hands moved deftly over the buttons, the flippers snapping with precision. the ball careened and ricocheted, flashing across the machine’s glass with bursts of light and sound. his movements were sure, practiced — but there was a gentleness in the way he showed you, as if this moment was meant to be shared, not just won. the ball finally slowed, settling into a score display that blinked in bright, forgiving numbers. owen looked up, meeting your gaze again.

“see? sometimes you have to take a chance, even when you’re not sure where you’ll land.” his words hung in the space between you, heavier than the game. around you, the youth group called for him, their voices pulling him back.

but for a moment longer, you and owen stayed there — two figures in the flickering arcade light, suspended in a quiet, electric space that neither the noise nor the rules could reach.

the distant shouts of the youth group tugged at the edges of the moment, but owen didn’t move right away. instead, he glanced toward the others — a flicker of responsibility shadowing his eyes — before turning back to you with that same careful, almost hesitant smile.

“looks like they’re ready to move on,” he said softly, voice low enough that it felt like a secret between just the two of you. “but… i’m glad you stayed.”

you swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. the weight of his gaze was heavy, and though his words were simple, they felt charged — like a whispered temptation you weren’t sure you should entertain. you glanced down for a moment, trying to steady your breathing.

“me too,” you said, but the words felt fragile, almost like a prayer you weren’t sure you were worthy to say.

for a long beat, silence hung between you. then, almost imperceptibly, owen reached out to adjust the sleeve of your jacket — his fingers brushing your arm, lingering a moment longer than necessary. a spark jolted through you, sharp and unsettling.

his touch was brief, but the warmth it left behind felt heavy — tangled up with a sudden rush of guilt that slammed into your chest. he was married. older. the youth pastor. and yet here he was, so close, so careful and yet so charged with something unspoken.

owen’s voice broke the silence again, quieter now, threaded with something fragile.

“i’m not supposed to say things like this,” he murmured, eyes locking with yours. “not with you. not with anyone in the group. but sometimes, it’s… hard to keep everything inside. the expectations. the roles. the line i’m supposed to stay behind.”

you blinked, heart pounding against your ribs like a guilty confession. the sermons about purity and boundaries echoed in your mind, sharp and insistent. and yet, here you were, caught in this moment — caught between reverence, confusion, and something that felt dangerously like desire.

“i… i understand,” you whispered, voice trembling. “it’s like… wanting something you know you shouldn’t, but feeling like maybe you have no choice.” the words felt like a prayer for mercy, or perhaps a plea for forgiveness you weren’t sure you deserved.

owen’s smile was soft, but his eyes flickered with that same conflicted heat.

“exactly.”

the group called again, louder this time, the sound dragging owen back to his role — to the expectations that held him as tightly as they held you. he hesitated, then, as if wrestling with himself, said quietly, “i should go… but maybe after this trip, we could talk? just us?”

your throat tightened. the invitation felt like a burden and a blessing all at once — a line drawn in the sand you weren’t sure you could cross, and yet felt almost compelled to follow.

you nodded, though the words stuck in your throat.

“i’d like that.”

owen’s hand brushed yours lightly as he stepped back toward the group — a fleeting contact that left a strange warmth and an ache you couldn’t explain. as he disappeared into the noise, the guilt settled heavy in your chest. you whispered a silent prayer for guidance, for strength — for forgiveness you didn’t yet know how to ask for.

the arcade lights buzzed above, flickering softly, as if watching the fragile moment fade into the night. the laughter and clatter of the arcade seemed to grow distant, swallowed by the heavy silence pressing down on you. your fingers tingled where owen’s hand had brushed yours—a touch so light, yet it burned like fire beneath your skin. you swallowed hard, heart pounding in a rhythm that felt more like a confession than a pulse.

sin. the word echoed in your mind like a condemning bell. sin. you had been taught since childhood that feelings like this—desire, attraction—especially toward someone like owen, the youth pastor, a married man, were forbidden. unholy. a betrayal not only of your faith but of the sacred trust he held. you pressed your palm to your chest, willing your heartbeat to slow. but it wouldn’t stop racing, wouldn’t stop reminding you how deeply tangled you already were in this quiet, dangerous moment.

how could i even want this? the thought stabbed at you, sharp and relentless. he’s married. he’s supposed to be a guide, a shepherd… not someone who confuses me this way.

the weight of scripture, of sermons preached about purity, chastity, and loyalty crashed over you. “flee from temptation,” your pastor’s voice echoed in your memory. “keep your heart pure.” yet here you were, heart pounding, mind racing, caught in the tension between sacred vows and forbidden feelings.

you closed your eyes, fighting back a flood of shame. you wanted to pray, to ask for forgiveness. but the words felt hollow, tangled in your throat with fear and confusion.

what am i becoming?

the group’s noisy chatter pulled you back to reality. owen was already halfway across the room, returning to his role, his responsibilities. but the distance between you felt heavier now—charged with unsaid things, with boundaries crossed even in silence. you felt torn—part of you aching to follow up on his invitation, to talk, to unravel whatever it was between you two. another part of you shrank back, trembling beneath the weight of guilt and fear.

as the group began moving toward the exit, you hesitated, your steps slow. your mind raced through prayers, confessions, and warnings — but none could quiet the storm inside.

maybe it’s just a moment, you told yourself. a lapse. a test. a temptation to be overcome.

but deep down, you knew it wasn’t that simple.

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later that night, lying awake in your room, the silence felt heavier than before. the arcade’s neon glow replayed behind your closed eyelids, and owen’s voice echoed softly in your mind. “sometimes, it’s hard to keep everything inside.” those words twisted like a knife, reminding you of the walls you’d been trying so hard to build—and how they were crumbling.

your fingers traced the sheets beneath you, trembling. you wanted to be good. to be faithful—to god, to yourself. but the tangled knot of longing, guilt, and confusion made your chest ache.

you whispered a shaky prayer, hoping for strength, for clarity.

“please… help me, god.”

credits for the dividers: @cafekitsune

[naomissecret]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ DREAM GIRL ₊˚˖𓍢ִ.

inspired by …. trouble by frank ocean

matt knew moving to L.A would not only came with opportunities but also a new lifestyle and new people, it was good, a new start for him and his brothers careers, one step closer to all they ever dreamed for, matt always dreamed with this and slowly all of the things he ever dreamed it started to made it’s way to him, money, fans, making his parents proud, having tours and eventually… the girl of his dreams too

you became really famous in your teenager years for your beauty, and just like any other person who chases to be famous, you moved to L.A, as soon as you did it the contracts were wild, one after another and each one bigger than the other one, the biggest moment was when you received the offer to be in Victoria’s Secret, the moment you touched that runway Hollywood made you “the it girl of the moment” pretty, famous, every boys and girls crush, friends with all the rest of the girls of the moment and known by everyone, and between all that people who had a crush on you matt was there too.

he was in love the moment he saw you on internet but he thought it was just a silly celebrity crush, an impossible love, right? Well all that changed in one party.

matt didn’t even wanted to go but nick and chris keep insisting, one party wasn’t gonna kill him.

after an hour of being at the party he was with some friends, the party was full of famous influencers and the world it’s small, one person knows other and that person knows another person who’s more famous, everything in L.A was a chain of celebrities.

he decided that maybe one drink would make him less anxious and would bring up the social skills, he approached the bar, ordered two shots and quickly drank them, he didn’t knew why but something in his brain was telling him that he was gonna need those shots later

he definitely needed them, some of his friends were joking and talking about who was at the party, his eyes started to look around the party, almost like if his eyes were magnets and were looking for the other part

and just like magic, his eyes found the other part, you.

he froze

his eyes sticked to you, the way you were just a couple of meters away from him as you were drinking and laughing with your friends, you were a hundred times prettier in person, it felt unreal, he never thought he would ever see you, less being this close to you, his hands started to get a bit sweaty, his breath hitched, his heart beating like he just ran a thousand miles.

you could feel the stare and started to search where it was coming from and quickly found it, matt, his look was literally a love look, you locked your eyes with his, you playfully waved as you smiled and a grin started to grew on matt’s face, you chuckle and look away to keep talking with your friends

matt couldn’t take his eyes off of you and his smile couldn’t fade away, you looked at him, and it felt like heaven, just one look at him, but it wasn’t enough, now he wanted more… he wanted everything

were you out of his league? probably yeah, he was just a YouTuber who luckily it’s good looking and you were a model, your whole job was looking like a dream, heavenly, like an angel, but right now he didn’t care what everyone will say, he’ll get comments like ‘she’s way out of your league’ or ‘you could never have her’ but did he care? absolutely no, he had to try at least, he’s been looking at you from afar, always through a phone or tv and now you’re here, in the same city, at the same place at him, it was his opportunity and he was not letting it go, he never had these romantic push to make him go crazy for someone, never was the chasing guy, but for you? it was totally worth it

and he was going to do everything he can to make you his, to have your heart, he was completely startstruck now.

♱note: I know it’s very very short😭! I just haven’t got time to write more buut I promise this upcoming week we’ll have more fuckgirl!reader and loser!matt ( maybe two? maybe one of them it’s smut?…hehe) this is kinda like an intro I guess btw

(english is not my first language)

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