#I'm so happy and also nervous to share this now ^^;

[splinteredsweets]

im bored and i don't wanna sleep yet but i can't seem to write today so i'm just gonna start rambling a little bit about my felix + turbo (i say it like this bc it's not inherently romantic the point is moreso that they're close in some shape or form) fic i'm writing bc as awkward as i feel about it i just think i'd feel weirder dropping it completely out of nowhere whenever i do finish it sooo

rambling go !!

it's essentially about that one headcanon where they exchange awards bc i love that hc c: the entire fic is gonna be made up of 5 different scenes - the first two are showcasing how the initial trade-off came to be , the next two are about them reminiscing about each other , and the last one is after all the sugar rush stuff happens

i don't really wanna give toooo much away mostly bc i am a very secretive person and i like being weird and vague about the stuff i'm working on bbbuuuuuttt i am veeeerrrrrrryyyt close to being finished . i think . pretty sure ? ive been working on this for almost a month already and i pretty much have the first three sections done with constant editing and small changes here and there , im currently finishing up the fourth , and i need to start working on the fifth ... which the latter is gonna be tough bc ... im not even entirely sure how it's supposed to play out yet ive kinda been putting it off entirely until i had everything else written since it depends a lot on what happens before then so im still trying to figure out what exactly im trying to get out of the scene .:. i'll get there eventually tho no idea when

oh yeah btw . i hope you like angst . bc i LOVE the stuff and there is a loooooot of it . like 8k+ words of it hEhEheHeGe ok like tEchNiCallY the first 3k or so are mostly fluff the first 2 parts are kinda sweet i think but there is an overhanging feeling of dread for the pain that is to come ... c:<

ig that's enough rambling about the premise for now , although i'll share just a few out of context authors notes unfortunately i don't have very many bc i was way too worried with how everything was turning out so most of it was like 70% worrying and 30% plotting

'what actually is on felix’s medal like … is it a number one … or his name … or a hammer … why is it both the latter in the movie … that doesn't make any sense … i can work with any of these i just need to know which one it actually is …IM ORETTY SURE ITS BOTH ugh im going to scream … ok i think like on the screen it's his name but in the actual game it's a hammer .. ? kill me what the fuck do i go with ' (decided to go with the name bc i had more to work with)

'one of the nicelanders is like ‘you have a visitor’ and he's like ‘wow already .. ?’ and there's like only one person he can think of that that's fast . SONIC SPEE- no '

'to roadblasters or not to roadblasters … that is the question ..'

'he can get a little overwhelmed by emotions right as a treat ?'

'ppffftttt i was just thinking random thoughts and my silly brain thought of that one thing that's like 'annoying gay couple + annoyed lesbian' with fucking hammertastic and gene pppfpfffftttt that's so stupid lmao'

'feel like this is kinda sweet ... this looks like a good spot for my roller skate and my marbles ... it's just such a shame i'm going to RIP IT ALL AWAY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA i love angst <333 you gotta have some lovely happy moments to maximise the pain'

'... i do not know a fucking thing about clothes is what kc's wearing under his tailcoat a waistcoat or am i stupid ... is it a normal shirt idk ... is that immersion ruining if i just keep it im going to die' (didn't end up using it)

'i really love it when my brain gets excited and goes hehhehehehehahahahahahHhdeHgff do EEEEAAAAA i don't know if i can utilise this power properly tho :C i can try tho … hey looks like the worrying is back on yayyyy (boooo)'

'fuck it we ball we go into the liiiIIIIII'

there is also a whole bunch of evil laughter in the notes and i noticed i use a LOT of italics especially when it's from turbo and especially especially during king candy's section lmao ... he just feels the need to be very expressive and emphasise the way he says and thinks things lol

yknow what just for fun - and bc i have no idea where else to put this - i did once have a very . interesting . bunch of authors notes i wrote a few years ago for something else but i never ended up writing it . it makes absolutely no sense at all and it's completely out of context so hopefully it's still kinda funny

'pictures of giirrrllss are noooot for meeee you seeee

she be down in hollywood (that's not the words) (idc)

ur actually insane yeah thanks i know

WE GET GIRLS !!! WE ARE CUTE !!! WE ARE COOL !!

dom

i eat sand

shut up

metroman finally starts falling for megamind but oopsies poopsies it's too late he's already fallen for the hot reporter roxanne (what the fuck why did you make this comparison) (also that just sounds like a normal megamind fic)'

i would draft similarly to ^that in school too with my boring essays and once i accidentally submitted one of those drafts and i got sent to the counsellors office for 'concerning behaviour' lmao

anyways i might maybe perhaps ramble some more and let loose some more details perhaps maybe another time dunno uhh but i think that's enough for now ... bonus rambling in the tags

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[gyaruhana]

Hi 🫣

A request for Choi Su-Bong and Cho Sang-Woo <3

They're both in the same game. (Sangwoo didn't die in s1 and came back to earn more for his debts) They both have eyes for reader, once they realise this, they both pair up and do whatever they can to get reader on their side. Flirting, helping them in the games etc...Eventually reader is won over by them.

You can make it smutty, if you like. I don't really know how to request smut, so I hope that this is enough for you to work with! Tysm 💞💞

Choi Su-Bong/Thanos + Cho Sangwoo - Three is, in fact, NOT a crowd

Synopsis: Cho Sangwoo and Thanos had nothing in common. Well, they didn't until you came around and stole their hearts.

A/N: I may have made this too smutty but i saw the chance for double penetration and knew nobody else would ever be writing dp with Thanos and Sangwoo so-

Warnings: smutty content, fingering, anal fingering, eating out, double penetration, use of whore,

Sangwoo and Thanos did not have anything in common. Sangwoo was a quiet, reserved man who has suffered plenty of loss while Thanos was loud and… very, very high. No one would ever expect them to be spending time together since they were oh so different. Not to mention the only interaction they had was a stare down when Thanos casually pushed somebody during Red Light, Green Light resulting in the death of three people.

However, when you came into the picture you caught both of their attentions immediately. They were drawn to you like moths to a flame. 

It started off small. 

Thanos would be close to you most of the time while Sangwoo would keep a watchful eye on you and protect you from a distance. Occasionally, when Thanos wasn’t around to keep you company, Sangwoo would swoop in instead and talk with you. It only became apparent to both of them that they shared the same romantic feelings for you when they both handed you their food at the same time while also telling you; “Take my food, you need it more than me,” in sync. 

From there, it started. An agreement was made between the two to protect you at all costs while also trying to steal your heart that they could keep for the two of them. At least one of them was near you all the time since then and they refused to keep you out of their sight.

As of now, the third game had finished and you were walking back into the main room. Thanos and Sangwoo were close behind you, maybe even a little too close. 

“Are you okay? No injuries?” Sangwoo asks as he leans down slightly to talk in your ear. “Of course she’s fine. After all, the great Thanos was here to protect our girl,” Thanos spoke as he threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to his side. Sangwoo shook his head at Thanos’s words before matching his pace with yours so he could be close to you too.

“I’m fine, don’t worry,” you speak with a smile as you look over at Sangwoo. “Good,” he says with a nod. He probably would’ve gone crazy if you had gotten hurt somehow. Both of them would honestly. You were too important - too precious to get hurt. 

You all took a seat somewhere in the back corner of the place, away from the rest of the players so you could relax for a while and wind down from the last game which was actually rather stressful. Per usual, Sangwoo and Thanos were all over you. They were ridiculously close to you, making flirty comments, touching you in places that they know made you nervous. It was all planned. 

This went on long after the food was given and enjoyed. It’s like they physically could not have their hands off of you or they would lose it. Not that you were complaining. You didn't mind having two guys who you were definitely crushing on touching you.

You put your food down next to you before standing up making both of them look up at you immediately as their hands that had previously been on you fell to their side. It was clear neither of them were very happy that they weren't touching you now. 

“I'm just going to the bathroom before lights out, I'll be back,” you speak before walking off. Not once did their eyes leave you as you walked away until you were out of sight. 

“I think we should do it tonight,” Thanos suddenly speaks up as he looks over at Sangwoo with a confident smirk. Sangwoo turns his head to look at him with an eyebrow slightly raised. “Do what?” He asks although he already had an idea of what Thanos meant.

“You know what I mean, man. We can finally strike. C'mon, she's clearly into us,” Thanos spoke with a grin as he scooched closer to Sangwoo. He was confident that you had feelings for them now after all they had done for you.

“You sure? Wouldn't want you to scare her off,” Sangwoo replied as he looked away towards the door you last disappeared through. Of course, he was eager to finally make you his but he didn't make it obvious. At least, he thought he didn't.

“Me? Scare her off? You're the one with the dark and brooding aura. What are you? Batman?” Thanos joked as he kept his eyes on Sangwoo. All he got in response to that was a sharp glare before Sangwoo looked away. There was a brief silence as if he was thinking before he sighed and shook his head.

“Fine, we'll have her tonight. After lights out,” Sangwoo spoke as he looked at the timer on the wall. Thanos turned his head to also look and let out a frustrated groan upon seeing the time.

“There's still 20 minutes left, man. I can't wait that long,” he says with annoyance. He had been patient for the past few days and he couldn't wait any longer to have you in his arms. Sangwoo looked at Thanos with an unimpressed look, clearly not amused by Thanos's impatience.

“Good things come to those who wait,” he says with a barely noticeable smirk. Thanos let's out another sigh before running a hand through his hair. Fine, he could wait. Just a little bit longer. Then, he'd finally have you.

As the sound of a door opening reached their ears, they unanimously turned their heads toward it so they could see you again. You noticed them staring and waved at them as you started to walk in their direction. Thanos gave a rather excited wave back and gestured for you to come over.

When you sat down between them again, you could feel something was different. Was it the way they kept subtly glancing at each other? The way their hands instantly made its home on your body? Who knows. But there was certainly something different. 

“Hey, y'know I've been thinking about something,” Thanos suddenly spoke as he put his arm around your shoulder and looked over at you. “I feel like we haven't spent enough.. time together. You feel me?” He continues as he keeps his eyes on you. You didn't quite understand what he meant by that because you had spent the last few days together constantly. 

“Mm, I think you're right,” Sangwoo suddenly speaks up and you turn your head to look at him. Okay, they were up to something- you could tell that much. The question was; what were they up to? Before you can ask, Sangwoo's hand finds its place on your thigh.

“Maybe we should spend more time together. Do you agree, Thanos?” Sangwoo spoke again as he looked at Thanos. The grin on his face paired with the eager nod when Sangwoo spoke had your heart running in circles. You weren't entirely sure if they meant literal quality time or ‘quality time’ in the sexual sense but the idea of them wanting to fuck you was enough to make you nervous.

“C'mon, baby. Don't be shy,” Thanos speaks as he stands up and goes right in front of you. Sangwoo's hands move to your shoulders as he shifts behind you. Your face flushed at the premise of what they were suggesting. If it wasn't obvious before, it was now.

“Yeah, don't be shy,” Sangwoo whispered into your ear. Right on cue, the lights go off and the three of you are consumed in darkness. Usually, the darkness scared you because of the fear something else was lingering. This time, you were much less afraid because you knew what was in the darkness. Them.

“We'll make you feel good. You can trust us,” you hear Thanos's voice ring out as he crouches down in front of you. His hand slowly places itself just below your neck before trailing down to the hem of your shirt. Meanwhile, Sangwoo didn't waste any time and immediately started leaving kisses on your neck. 

You can feel your shirt slowly lift up before being pulled off of you. “Fuck, you're even prettier underneath,” Thanos says quietly before he leans forward and starts to leave kisses along your chest. The contrast of Sangwoo's soft sucking on you neck with Thanos's harsh bites across your chest was overwhelming. Even though their styles were different, it was clear they both wanted to devour you.

Sangwoo's hand slowly slides down to the waistband of your pants before he pushes his hand into them. You tense up slightly when you feel his hand push your underwear to the side. “Relax.. no need to be so tense,” Sangwoo speaks quietly into your ear. He teases your entrance causing a moan to escape you but Thanos quickly covers it with a harsh kiss. 

“You gotta be quiet, babe,” he says in between the kiss. His hand goes over to your neck and squeezes it slightly. While you were distracted by Thanos's rough kissing, Sangwoo slid a finger into your hole and slowly started to thrust it in and out. The feeling made you moan into Thanos's mouth and, in response, he shoved his tongue into your mouth to make you keep quiet.

Sangwoo continued to thrust his finger in and out as he whispered words into your ear. “You're so wet already. You're just a whore for us, aren't you?” He whispers before pushing a second finger inside. He knew exactly what he was doing when his thumb started to rub your clit. All his movements were nothing short of rough. 

“Fuck, when's it my turn? It's not fair if you're the only one who gets to touch her,” Thanos spoke with slight annoyance. He didn't appreciate having to wait. “You can have her when she cums on my fingers,” Sangwoo says as he begins to thrust his fingers faster. While part of him wanted to take his time with you, he wasn't opposed to skipping right ahead and ruining you.

“After you cum, you're gonna sit on my face and I'm gonna taste it, yeah?” Thanos speaks into your ear with a smirk on his face. His dirty words were enough to bring you to the edge as you finally released on Sangwoo's finger with a moan. Sangwoo's fingers continued to thrust into your hole for a few moments before he pulled out.  

“Christ, you're so fucking dirty. Releasing all your cum on my fingers like a whore,” Sangwoo spoke as he brought his fingers to your mouth. He shoved them in and made you lick him clean before pulling them out. “Your turn,” he said as he looked at Thanos.

Thanos practically jumped on you the moment he was told he could. He pulled you up before sitting down where you were originally and then pulling you down on his lap. “You're gonna ride my face, yeah? Let me taste you?” Thanos says as he looks at you with a small smirk. When you nod your head, he immediately grinned in a way that made you feel you were nothing more than prey for two predators.

He quickly stood you up to tug your pants off before laying back on one of the beds and pulling you on top of him. He grabbed your hips and forced you to hover over his face. “Fuck, look at your cunt. You're so wet for us, huh?” Thanos says mockingly before pushing you down onto his face before you could respond. You let out a high pitch whine and Sangwoo is quick to kiss you to hide it. The feeling of Thanos's tongue dipping in between your wet folds was was amazing. He clearly knew what he was doing.

Sangwoo pulled away from the kiss before walking behind you. “Your ass looks a little lonely” Sangwoo speaks as he brings a hand down to your ass and gently teases your hole. You certainly didn't expect him to try anything with your other hole but you were poorly mistaken when he suddenly starts putting a finger there. His other hand goes to cover your mouth to keep you quiet as you grow accustomed to the feeling of a finger entering your ass while Thanos continues to eat you out like he'd been starved.

Sangwoo slowly started thrusting his finger in and out of your ass to loosen you up. “You know why I'm doing this?” Sangwoo suddenly asks. When you don't respond, he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. “Answer me,” he says firmly as he glares at you. 

You shook your head no and he immediately let go of your chin roughly. “you'll see,” is all he says before thrusting a second finger in and once again covering your mouth. The feeling was enough to tip you over the edge for a second time as you released onto Thanos’s face. 

“fuck..” Thanos mutters quietly before pulling you off his face. Sangwoo pulls his fingers out so as not to overstimulate you as Thanos sits up. “God, I need to fuck your tight pussy. You're gonna let me, yeah?” Thanos says as he moves you off of him and starts pulling his pants off. 

“She's going to let both of us fuck her,” Sangwoo spoke up making Thanos pause for a moment. “..You're dirtier than I thought,” Thanos spoke with a smirk before taking off his boxers too. You weren't sure what they were planning but they clearly had something up their sleeve with the way they glanced at each other. 

“come here,” Thanos said as he grabbed your hips and pulled you on top of him. He leans back before lining himself up with your entrance. “I'm gonna fuck my cock into you and you're going to take it, yeah? You're gonna be a good girl for me,” he says before slowly lowering you onto his cock. He lets out a groan as he feels you squeeze him - practically choking his dick.

He barely gives you any time to adjust to his length before starting to rock his hips up into yours. While you were distracted by the pleasure of having Thanos’s dick inside you, you didn't notice Sangwoo taking off his own pants right behind you. He pulled his boxers down just partially, enough to reveal his cock before he crawled behind you. His hands went to your shoulders and pushed you forward so you'd fall onto Thanos’s chest. Thanos didn't stop thrusting as he smirked. Oh, he couldn't wait to see you come undone.

Suddenly, you felt something press against your ass and you immediately knew what it was. You were going to say something but Thanos thrust into you deeper making you moan instead. Sangwoo’s tip caught against your hole and he took the opportunity to push in slowly. Thanos’s hand went to your throat as he squeezed it to keep you quiet. “shushh, you can take our cocks, baby,” he spoke as Sangwoo let out a grunt at how tight your ass was.

“fuck, loosen up. I can barely fit this tight cunt,” he spoke as he continued to push in. Running out of patience, he thrust the rest of his length in harshly making you cry out. Thanos was still thrusting up into you and it was so overwhelming to have two cocks inside of you. 

Sangwoo pulled out slightly before thrusting back in and he began a slow pace to try to ease any pain. “God, she's so tight, huh?” Thanos mumbled as he kept slamming his hips into yours. “It's perfect. She was fucking made for our cocks,” Sangwoo responded as he began to pick up the pace. Thanos laughed at Sangwoo’s words, finding them amusing.

“she's such a fucking whore. Our whore,” He spoke as he let out a grunt. “fuck, I'm gonna fill you with my cum, baby. Take it,” Thanos spoke as his thrusts became sloppy. “hold fucking on. If you cum, she will too. I'm not close yet,” Sangwoo said with annoyance as he started fucking into your tight ass faster. 

Thanos let out a groan and tried to slow down his pace to prolong the release. As much as he wanted to cum right now, he knew it's feel a million times better for you if he just waited. “I'm almost there,” Sangwoo says before he starts leaving kisses on your neck- biting and sucking at it. “fuck okay. You ready baby? Ready for our cum?” Thanos spoke as he began thrusting quicker again. All the confirmation they needed was the nod you gave while you cried out from the pleasure. 

With one final hard thrust, Thanos and Sangwoo release their cum as deep as they could inside of you. You creamed on their cocks as you went limp on Thanos. He laughed at you before patting your hair gently. “what a good whore. Taking our cum like that,” Thanos spoke as Sangwoo slowly pulled out. “So good for us,” Sangwoo reaffirmed before sitting up next to you. He rubbed your back soothingly to help you come down from your high as Thanos slowly pulled out of you.

“I think we should do that again soon,”

[dilf-docs]

Le Pedí Al Mar Y Al Sol Que Te Trajera

pedro pascal x younger fem!reader

summary: vacations are supposed to be fun! and with a hot older famous boyfriend? now we're really talking.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (yum), pwp, p. in v., fingering, pussy spanking (ooc i'm sorry i just want a man to do this to me), creampie, virgin!reader (sorry if this is kinda unrealistic for a first as i too i'm a virgin; in the curb we all fam), aftercare, spanglish ofc!!!

word count: 2,865 words

side note: so, i modified the request a bit bc idk pedro's friends like that (i just know omar apollo can tower over me wait what). check the og request here. reqs still open as we enter 2025! happy new year, dilf town citizens: pushed this drabble last minute as a lil' gift for you before the year ends! :) thank u sm for being part of it, my journey on tumblr is just getting started!!!!!!!!!!

Hace tiempo que quería yo sentir esto que siento.

They say dating a star and having to share him with everybody else is the hardest part, but to you, it's having both of your vacations occur simultaneously.

Finally, after months of shooting so many projects for the next year, your boyfriend is free.

Vacations are fun! They're supposed to be relaxing, especially after leading such a busy life as yours: juggling between work, studies and a relationship with world-renowned actor, Pedro Pascal. Yet, you can't help but feel nervous, fiddling with the loose strands of your skirt.

Pedro wants you to go alone, which means just the both of you: a little escape before Christmas Eve, as he and his friends have already planned their holiday together.

Doesn't matter how many times you tried to excuse yourself, he was determined to make you go with him. Besides, let's get real: it's not like you can say no to him. So now here he is, both of your passports in hand as you both are ready to board your plane to Mexico, where the rest of his friends will meet you a week later. Yes, more nerves to add on the schedule.

"If you don't quit that shaking of yours, I'll extend our vacation two more weeks" Pedro threatens once you're seated, but it's devoid of any malice. He's a bit far from you (he also insisted on the VIP flying part; you're just fine flying tourist, but can understand why he isn't), so you can't count on his touch to comfort you. "Didn't know you were afraid of planes"

You sigh, "I'm not"

"Ay, cariño. Are you afraid of me then?"

"No" you laugh nervously. You are, but not for the reasons he thinks.

It's the very first time the two of you will be fully alone. For obvious reasons, a whole week at the beach is much more intimate than just the dates you've been in. But here you are, already seeing the sand and water beneath you.

"Like what you see?" he jokes.

"Yeah" you look back at him, sincerity washing over the expression on your face. "I do"

If there is one thing you're sure of, is your love for Pedro. You'll just have to wait and see how this goes.

As of now, everything has gone well: sun, water, diving and lots of new photos and videos on your camera roll. You've gone swimming and danced on the bar of the hotel you're staying, some extra drinks on your system. You've also sunbathed under the same sun you've watched go down, in the most beautiful sunsets you've ever seen in your life.

But here comes the hardest part: the night. Sharing a bed isn't hard: it's something that's happened before, one time even staying in his house for two days, all because he insisted.

This time is different: the way his gaze lingers over your bare legs, the same way he's looked at them when the droplets of water slide down them. The way he licks his lips, like he's starving and the most deliciously tempting meal stands before him. Mantaining eye contact like it's some kind of dare, just as he's done since you've landed, using it to disarm you little by little.

You don't think you can't take it anymore.

You lay down on the bed, and he leaves the book he's reading on the night table next to him, all his attention directed towards you. Yeah, you're afraid, he can sense, but apparently not that afraid to wear a dainty nightwear that gives a delicious peek of your breasts.

"Something you want to say?" you ask, almost daringly so.

"Say no" voice low, barely a whisper that could come across a breeze of wind entering through the open window as it stirs the courtains. "Want, yes"

You gulp. "What do you want, then?"

Shouldn't taken the bait.

"You" comes quick, like it's the easiest answer there ever is.

The rest of his answer comes in the form of hungry lips capturing yours, devouring them in a clash of desire against your own, even struggling to breath due to the animalistic borderline savage way Pedro's eating you out, his tongue battling inside your mouth while trying to explore every corner just to taste all of you on his palate.

"Pedro" you moan his name out when he bites your lip with a bit too much force, metallic filling your taste buds. It's all so hot, and you're too turned on to think.

His roaming hands itch to touch every available spot of soft skin your body offers, tracing first through your collarbones, and then leaving the task for his lips to complete. There goes a trail of kisses that go down your neck, teeth nibbling the sensitive skin until it turns red. You whine against his hold, big hands keeping you under him, back pushed against the soft mattress and silk sheets.

You gasp for air, lost in the fire, when suddenly his forgotten hands touch you down there.

"Wait!" you shout, mentally slapping yourself.

"¿Qué pasó?" he exclaims, scared. "Did I hurt you?"

"N-no" you're quick to deny, voice wavering as you seat up on the bed. Your cheeks soon flush, as there's regret when you say. "I'm sorry"

"Sorry for what?" he tenderly cups your cheek. "Just tell me what happened"

"What happened is, I fucked up the vibe. I'm sorry, P. Didn't mean to stop you like that"

"¿No te estaba gustando, cariño?" he's questioning again.

"No" your answer is more firmly this time. His face morphs into a bit of hurt, and then you think your answer a bit more. "Ah, no. I mean, yes! I was liking it. I meant no as in no, it's not that why I stopped you"

"Then, why is it?" he grows a little impatient, but shows no such thing, rather focused on helping you out. "You know you can trust me, right?"

"I know" you smile sadly, insecurities washing over you like cold water.

"Then, tell me" he scoots closer, his perfume getting in your nostrils. Had he wore it again for this? God, what an evil little horny creature.

"I'm scared" you confess finally, the warmth of his receptiveness giving you a sense of security. His brown eyes soften, and you feel tears brim in the corner of your eyes.

"I know" he repeats your words, kissing you softheartedly, nothing compared to as before.

"No" you look directly at him, ready to take in every reaction his face will have. "I don't think you do"

"Amor, por favor-"

"I'm a virgin" you cut him off, panic rushing your answer.

"You are?" almost immediatly, giving no opportunity for silence to settle in.

You nod, slowly.

He sighs, sounding relieved. "And here I thought you didn't love me. Que te daba asco acostarte con un viejo como yo"

"No!" you deny hastily, then laugh. "Of course I love you, P. On the contrary, I was the one scared. Don't want to fuck it up on my first"

The energy changes again, as a flame sparks within your orbs. He looks surprised.

"Just because I said-" he cuts himself off. "Look, y/n, mi vida. I don't want to force you, yeah? I didn't know you hadn't- Listen, if you aren't ready, I'll understand"

"I am ready" clear and convinced, without a doubt.

His eyes circle between lust and love, "You want me to be your first, mmh baby?"

You nod, and he's back at the kissing and nibbling on your neck and collarbones.

"Please say it"

"I want you, Pedro. Quiero que seas mi primera vez"

Those sweet words of yours, an invitation not even the strongest man could deny.

"Let's start slow, yeah?" his fingers travel down to your panties under the nightwear, removing them and tossing them out of the bed, even with your pout. He kisses it off, wasting no time after to see your clit exposed. "Looking so sweet, angel. And needy" he gets closer, taking a better look at the wet mess that coats in between your thighs. He takes a whiff, intoxicated with the smell of your arousal dripping in waiting need. "Tell me if this is okay, yeah? I'll stop if it hurts"

Your breath hitches the moment his middle finger touches your puffy clit. Pedro runs his finger up and down, not adding much pressure to let you get used to it (kissing and eating each other out was all you had ever done). You whimper at the feeling as he repeats his action a few more times.

"Please, keep going" you plead, barely managing to not squirm at the overwhelming new sensations that shoot right through your cunt.

He begins to rub slow circles, making sure to add the right pressure onto your clit, then circling it, all while keeping eye contact, adoring the new expressions and sounds he's getting from you. You realize and shy away, embarrassed all of the sudden at the way he looks at you.

"Don't" he holds you by your chin with his free hand, "I want to know how you look when I please you"

You whimper, letting him do his own thing. He starts leaving sweet little kisses around your quivering pussy, enjoying the sight of your hole clenching at nothing.

"Think you can take more?" he asks, "want more?"

Two of his fingers dive straight in between your folds, coating them with your juices.

"Good girl" he praises when you only yelp, savouring the new feel of his digits inside of you. Then, he drags his fingers back to his mouth, tongue licking them clean. "Taste so sweet too"

"N-need more" you whine, desperate beneath him.

"Yeah?" This your first and you're already this greedy? I think I can get used to it" he laughs in adoration. "Let's try something better, yeah?"

Your body suddenly jolts, his big palm flat against your pussy. Pedro circles his whole palm across your cunt, middle finger pressing tightly onto it. You moan, back arching at the overstimulation.

He feels a little pervy, enjoying the way your tiny young body squirms beneath his caging body for of him. Nonetheless, he continues to rub you while you release more dirty sounds cascading out fo your filthy greedy lips. Your arousal keeps dripping like a broken pipeline, now smeared all over Pedro's palm, filling the room with slippery sounds.

"Mhm" you can't even speak, the exquisite combination of pain and pleasure reducing you to a moaning mess.

Pedro slaps your pussy twice, wet smacks bouncing off the walls.

"That's my girl" he then gently blows on your swollen bud, pressing a light kiss on it after. "Ready for it?"

It meaning his hard tent hidden under his underwear. You gulp, afraid you might not take it. He sees the hesitation in your eyes, but you're quick to dissmiss it.

"Are you sure you are ready?"

"Just do it" you demand, without knowing the consequences of your words, or the effect you have on him. Overall.

With needy fingers, you're fast to strip him out of it, admiring the size as much as you admire his now sculpted body. Jesus, you could build a cult out of it.

"Now" he cups your cheeks, fingers digging onto the skin, "I want you to look at me when I fuck you, yes? Don't dare to look away"

Pedro positions himself between your legs, aligning himself with your entrance. Then, he thrust inside you, filling you completely. You cry, trying to adjust to his size while your nails dig on his broad back, as he claims you, makes you his. Only his. Pedro'hi's hips snap forward with precision: every thrust is deliberate, each movement calculated to make your first as pleasurable as he can, despite the pain that's shown in your tears or the little drops of blood that fall onto the sheets.

"Shit" he pants, "tendremos que pagar por eso"

He grips your thighs, holding you steady as he pounds into you.

"Fuck, you feel so good" he moans, your tight untouched walls now stretching to adapt to his girth, "like you were made for me"

You cling to him, legs wrapping around his waist as he firmly holds you. Your vision goes foggy, mind numb at the burning and pleasing sensations. Despite that and lack of experience, you meet his every thrust, your bodies moving as one.

Your core contracts around him with every motion. "You fuck me so good" you mewl, music to his ears.

"I know, baby" he chuckles, "sólo lo mejor para mi princesa"

Fingers dig into your skin as he guides you with precision, right as he wants you to be. You feel the intensity of his deep inside of you with every movement, his hot laboured breath against your ear.

"Doing it so good" his voice is low, almost a growl, sending shivers down your spine. "Just for me"

"Just for you" you mindlessly pant out, the sensation of having all of him inside you, nothing separating the skin from skin, igniting a fire that spreads through your core. Your breasts bounce with each motion, Pedro's eyes never leaving yours, dark orbs locked onto your gaze as you urge him to go faster, drawing in a sharp breath as your body adjusts to the new rhythm he's providing, rapidly obeying.

The room is quiet except for the sound of your bodies clashing onto one another, flesh against flesh echoing softly.

"Your body is perfect, so wet, so tight for me" His words send a wave of pleasure crashing over you, making you moan loudly, your head falling back, "me tienes loco"

Pedro's weight grounds you as he begins to thrust deeply, each movement deliberate and unrelenting.

"Tell me you want this, us" the words catch you off guard. "Will you take all of me?"

"Yes" without a thought or doubt, answering as you whine and clutch at his shoulders with his more urgent thrusts. "All of you, always"

You notice his hips snapping forward, more energy as he pounts into you. "Good girl" praising you again, voice thick in arousal and rough, "so good for me"

Despite being your first, you can feel what would be your orgasm building, closer and closer until there is no holding it back.

"Pedro!" you scream his name, body collapsing around him as you come, stars reaching your closed eyelids.

His movements become more intense and sloppier, breathing ragged as he chases his own release.

"Espérame. Stay there for me"

You cling to him, legs wrapping tighter as he continues to pound into you. "Ya casi" his thrusts become erratic as he nears his climax, "almost there, baby"

You feel his body tensing as he comes inside you with a deep groan, seed spilling into you without wasting a drop.

"That's right" whispers against your sweet neck roughly, voice breaking as he collapses over you, trying to level his breathing. "Eres mía, only mine"

You're whimpering, body exhausted from the whole session you had.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Just tired" you sigh, "but I don't think I can walk"

"We'll get you a wheelchair someway" he jokes.

"You think is funny? Ruining my holidays?"

He leans down to press a sweet kiss on your forehead. "Come on, we'll get you cleaned up" you mumble out a tired no, but Pedro's picking you up with his strong arms, taking your body to the bathroom. You wrap your legs instinctively around his waist, face hidden in the crook of his neck.

"You know what? Your fans were right: you do have a slutty little waist" you mock.

"Right" he blushes, embarrased as he takes you inside the bathroom, then placing you on top of the toilet. "Open up, baby" he grabs some tissues, trying to clean up the mess you've made between your legs. "Así, justo así, bebé" he parts your hair to the side lovingly, fixing it for you before pressing a kiss on the crown of your head. "Done, my pretty baby, look at you"

You hum, eyes threatening to close.

"I see you're not an after-sex talker. Come on, I'll take you back to bed" he picks you up again, your head leaning against Pedro's V line as he caresses your head. "Hope you don't mind the smell"

"I love how you smell" you mumble out in a drunk like state.

"Okay then" he chuckles, "let's go back to bed" taking you out of the room, gently placing you the mattress. He then pulls a pair of fresh panties from your suitcase, dressing you in them. He coos at the sight of you, sleeping peacefully despite what you did before.

He finally lays next to you, lovingly lifting up your arm to put it around his waist. He pulls the sheets over your bodies to keep you both warm, in the chilly room thanks to the beach's air.

He feels you move, snuggling closer to his chest to seek warmth.

"I love you" whispered, not expecting you to answer or hear it.

When you snuggle closer, he's sure you do.

cr: divider @kodaswrld / gif @a7estrellas

[tsuyalovebot]

certified mind blower.

explicit sexual content. mdni, ageless blogs dni.

xia yi zhou / caleb x reader. (repost)

cw. drabble (~1k wc, written in one sitting. ignore any typos). afab reader. established relationship. oral sex (reader receiving). face sitting. caleb spanks you once. improper use of evol. mentions of unprotected sex & creampie. spitting (he pushes his spit into you. deadass). use of pipsqueak. caleb typical warnings (he's a filthy freak, to no one's surprise). 

mimi's missive: your honor, i have no defense for this one. anyway, it's me again; happy belated valentines. take this while i work on my full-length caleb piece; "this" being total filth. also i reposted this because i noticed way too many errors the first time i posted it. enjoy.

you're watching caleb wash the dishes when you say, "i want to sit on your face tonight."

or, one night, just before bedtime, you tell caleb that you want to try face sitting. 

he was fidgeting the entire time, no matter how calm and gentle he tried to appear while the two of you went over the details. you had no idea if he was nervous because he might end up not liking it, or because he might like it too much. 

(little did you know, he was trying his reaaal hardest to not bust a nut the second you proposed it. would caleb ever admit it? no. absolutely not. he's gotta appear cool in front of you, after all. maybe he would own up to it though, after it's all over.) 

but later that night, while he's tonguing you with that lithe, pink muscle in such a delicious, mind-boggling manner, something is piqued and it isn't your interest. your eyebrows raise with every calculated lick over the crevices, the folds, smooth with spit.

he's kind of a natural at this.

the fingers in his hair now belong to you just as much as the rest of him. "you're weirdly good at this. are you sure you've never tried this with anyone else?" 

it wasn't intended to come off insecure; you tried to deliver it as nonchalant as possible whilst your fingers were busy in his hair. 

he knows better though. caleb peers up at you with those stupidly beady eyes—now, however, they were droopy with a deeply rooted contentment. you feel him smile, loopy, drunk on your flavor. you wonder if he'd willingly let himself be suffocated under your body weight like this.

"hmm?" 

the vibrations would make any person's toes curl, traitorous thighs flexing around his head. the idiot moans in unabashed approval, low and shameless as he keeps his eyes on you. 

one large palm of his takes a greedily handful of your ass, and smacks. hot air is breathed out over your skin, his tongue flat against the tender flesh, drinking up the flood of arousal that soaked your labia. 

"questionin' my loyalty after all these years? when i've got my mouth full of you? i'm wounded," he dryly replies. despite his words, he doesn't sound mad at all. more pleased, if anything, undoubtedly by the way it fed his ego. 

you huff, bottom lip jutting out.  "well, you seem plenty experienced—"

"eh, not really."

caleb's adjusting the position with a tight, guiding grip so you weren't fully seated down on him. blowing onto the perky, swollen hood at the apex of your core. enamored, he was drinking in every groove and fold of your bare sex. embarrassment creeps up your spine with a vengeance so violent, you nearly bolt. 

he muses quietly, "dreams will never compare to the real thing." 

"what're you—"

"ah-ah-ah. talk later. also, weirdly good? what's your basis for comparison, huh?"

caleb pulls you back down, groaning hotly as the taste floods his palate. the ravenous glitter in those smoldering lilac eyes reduce him into something primal, wanting to satiate his most base needs. and that was only possible through you. 

and you're keening above him, hands frantically holding onto the headboard in a series of breathless gasps. it's cute; it makes him internally cheese at his effect on you. unfortunately, you don't seem to share the same sentiment, because you're promptly trying to get off of his head as your stomach tenses.

"caleb," you moan, and some branch of his sanity snaps clean off. 

it shatters when you absentmindedly grind your hips, fucking dragging the folds of your cunt up his chin, lips, nudging his nose, leaving a trail of your slick and his spit on his face. 

a plea from you, "wait, it's too direct—"

shrapnels of iridescent midnight and scarlet spark around your hips, fireworks in the palm of your hands. it takes a moment to register, but he devours the transformation of your expression nonetheless. the dazed look, the confusion, the realization. 

and caleb's the picture boy of arrogance as he activates his evol, forcing you to stay in position. the indignation that sparks in your body is only minimized by the thick, sweet moisture that drips onto his chin, one he's eager to lap up, the ambrosia honeyed in the back of his throat.

the world was truly cruel for ever trying to separate the both of you.

"since when did i say you could move? you can't just get up and leave me here, pipsqueak. surely, you aren't cruel enough to deny me some bonding with you." 

the tip of his tongue dips into the soft hole of your sex, curling experimentally. air humming around your bodies, one arm curled over your thigh, the other hand snaking around to smooth over your chest as he spells his name into your cunt. 

c-a-l-e-b. 

then in morse code, dragged out lines and probes. 

then his last name. 

and m-i-n-e.

"if signing papers at work was as easy as this, i'd have more allies than i have enemies." he hums in satisfaction, utterly lovesick as he drags his sticky lips up to suck on your clitoris, savoring the way your muscles tense and quiver in anticipation of your climbing orgasm. he can't wait to taste that.

"you're just as mouthy down here as you are up there, y'know," he comments, eyelids crinkling into crescent moons. as if he didn't say something so profoundly lewd that it'd make any sex enthusiast blush. 

"you must really like talking to me more than you let on." 

he plants a smooch over your drooling entrance, affectionate, as if it'd silence the little squelching noises it made with every slow contraction of your inner muscles. 

contemplation solidifies into surety on his handsome face, his hungry eyes turning into something more tangy, more mischievous. the crackles of his evol warp around you. 

you get the sudden, immense feeling that you're in for it. that you're in danger.

he presses his mouth up to your core, stare intent and full of a love so potent you think you're gonna be sick. "do you think if i come inside, it'll swallow just like you do?"

the air leaves your lungs. you wheeze, "caleb—"

"you'd let me test it, right?" he asks, voice softened by the need edging behind it. "you're always so good. you'd let me, wouldn't you?"

before you could retort on how he was asking so many questions, you're suddenly being flipped. the world spins, and you mistakenly take it as the end of the entire damn universe, squeezing your eyes shut as wind lashes at your skin and your back hits the cushion. 

when you open them, you're kind of bent. upper body splayed on the bedspread, your lower body awkwardly held up by caleb's arms — thighs still snug on either side of his head. now, he's urgently tucking pillows underneath your hips, angling you up, smearing another kiss onto your cunt. everything done with such fluidity, not an ounce of struggle in his taut, muscular form. 

then he spits, and you flinch. before you could even ask what the hell he was doing, he buries his face into you, tongue shamelessly pushing and pulsing against your spasming pussy — letting his spittle pool in there like a filthy brand. heat boils in your lower belly, burning your skin and you're clenching before you could think it through.

"fuck," he whispers. the rare curse slipping like a prayer from his swollen lips, awe heavy in his inflection. "you really drank it up." 

was the bedroom always this hot?

caleb, once so composed and the epitome of restraint, appeared voracious from this position. and the sight of your cunt squeezing around air, pulling the webbed mixture of his saliva and your arousal into the sinful cradle of your walls. 

gravity is the coil of a snake around your body, and you're the very fruit he's craved. caleb hums, thoughtful and pleased, just before diving back in, "let's find out."

[shysuccubusstuff]

Puppy! Caleb pt. 3

Content: Puppy! Caleb + Non proof-reader; Overstimulating + Muzzle + Overstimulation + Size difference + Ruth + Cunnilingus + Overstimulation

Summary: After Caleb's constant misdeads, you believe it is time to get him a muzzle, just so he can learn to control himself. Little did you know that this would completely backfire on you...

Note: Omg, this is one of the AUs I have used the most cause Caleb is so so puppy coded... Based on this one fanart of my sweet boy Caleb being a hybrid + with a muzzle! Also, @namjooningera thanks for the suggestion!! I'm so glad you enjoy this small AU, also, I hope everyone has heard Caleb's JP voice it sounds so so yummy ᓚ₍⑅^..^₎♡ Let me know if there are tags missing or similar things! + Any suggestions!

That had been the last time you left Caleb do whatever he wanted to do with you, in fact, you rushed to one of your friends who also had a hybrid of a similar age, maybe she would have some tips to share with you?

After talking with her for a few hours with her, you finally reached the perfect choice. Buying one of those muzzle that stopped them from trying to mark their owner, the one that would cause no harm to them, of course, just enough so he could stop that strange habit form popping out... It took barely a few days for the muzzle to arrive, quickly opening the package so you could put it on him. As soon as you called out to him, it barely took a few seconds for Caleb to come rushing towards you, almost crushing you against the couch as he got on top of you. "Wait, Caleb! I got something for you." Caleb sat close to you, arms still wrapped around you as he waited (almost) patiently for you.

"What is it, what is it? Did you buy something new for yo--?" Caleb tail suddenly stopped wagging the moment he saw that ugly thing on your hands. "What is that?"

"My friend recommended it for you, she said it would help you with your... your biting habit." Caleb furrowed his eyebrows, ears lowering to his hair. Still, he allowed it, letting you put the muzzle on him which would forbid him from getting a bit too close to you while you were unaware. As soon as you got it on him, you wrapped your arms around him, letting him rest his head on your legs as you caressed his soft hair. Surely you had found the perfect solution! ...Right?

With that out of the way, you made sure to give Caleb just as much love as you had always wanted, always having him close to you, even letting him inside the bathroom while you were showering, after all, he was no longer a threat for you, so of course you would let him enter! This included sleeping together, letting Caleb wrap his arm around your smaller frame, making you feel as if you were being hugged by a huge and warm teddy bear. Gosh, you were so so glad that your friend had given you such a nice tip!

Now for Caleb... this was absolute torture. I mean, yes, he could now get as close as he wanted without you getting nervous in case he chose to turn into heat, but he could barely restrain himself from pressing his hardened cock against your ass, tip leaking just from remembering how your body looked just after leaving the shower. a few dropplets falling down your damp skin and hair, your sweet scent now mixed with the ingredients of your favourite shampoo... He could feel his jaw tightening just from forcing himself to stay there, he knew that he could easily break that stupid muzzle with ease, but he chose not to, after all, he was well aware of how happy it had made you that you were able to get as close to him as possible without his body reacting to you. He was actually planning on staying like that for as long as you wanted him to, well, that was his plan, at least until his ruth arrived.

As soon as it arrived, it forced Caleb's brain to become completely filled with different scenes of your naked body completely wrecked, eyes foggy as he imagined the many different positions in which he would put you if you gave him the chance. Caleb was barely able to keep it together, having to dig his claws on the clothes he was wearing, even to the point of tearing them apart as he kept forcing himself to stay right there. As he was still battling against himself, his ears twitched, suddenly catching the soft whimpers that came from your room, together with that delicious scent you emanated from your body... It barely took a few tries for Caleb to break free, the poor muzzle ripped apart as he rushed towards your bedroom, tail wagging excitedly as he jumped on top of you. "I need you... please~... I have been the best dog ever, I have been wearing that stupid muzzle for so long... just let me taste you... please, please, please... Let me make you feel good, please." Caleb's eyes were completely dilatated, his mouth watering the second he remembered the slightly salty taste of your fluids, gosh you could even feel his knot hitting against your tummy.

"Caleb?... Just what are you even...?" You were barely able to understand what he was saying, your brain still a bit fuzzy from your recent orgasm. You knew you were supposed to teach Caleb to stay calm, but come on... How could you refuse him? His ears lowered, eyes watery and shiny under the moonlight, lips glistening as if they were begging to be kissed... Fuck it, you would think about the consequences later. "Just... just your tongue, nothing else." Caleb's ears perked, strong hands grabbing you by your ankles before you had the chance to say anything else. Without you noticing, Caleb had already put you in a different position, with him under you, his breath hitting against your entrance as he smiled brightly. Soon, his tongue was all over your poor pussy, tongue lapping on the fluids that had stayed there after your previous orgasm, licking everything up with eagerness, almost as if he was eating his favourite food. Then, his tongue started to play with your clit, sucking on it as he moved his left hand towards his dick, taking advantage of the precum that had been dripping from his knot so he could set a rapid pace, his tongue still focused on torturing your poor clit. "You taste so good... so good... so good... I love you, I love you... Love you so much... let me be your boyfriend... promise I'll... I'll behave, let you do whatever you want with me... Honey... you taste so good." Caleb's mind was far too gone by then, ignoring your pleas and soft taps on his head as you tried to get him to let you down from his face, his face completely buried between your thighs as he lost himself on you. "Just a bit more, yeah? For me..." Caleb's tongue kept fucking your poor entrance, making you cum over and over again until your legs felt as if they were about to give out.

Guess next time would be the charm...?

[neunnnnnnn]

I SHIFTED!!!!

Y'all I shifted to my kpop GG reality!!! Which is funny because I don't even focus on it anymore 😭

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

Storytime

So yesterday I was having an internal crisis and was literally questioning everything from why I'm I alive and what's the purpose of being here. And I was feeling really down. I journaled like 10 pages, cried then I decided to clean my room because it apparently clears out negative energy. I did all that meditated then went to sleep.

I was trying the distraction method by (@luckykiwiii101o1) but since it's a entering the void method I decided to try and shift with it. Long story short I fell asleep in the middle of it😂.

Next thing I know is I'm waking up in a room on my back and I can feel one of my band mates talk right next to me, she was sitted down next to the couch I was on. I looked around and I looked down at myself and I was wearing performing clothes. I got up and asked her if we were about to perform because there's was no way in HELL was I going to perform right after I've shifted 😭 and worst of all I didn't remember the script that I wrote for it , so I was a bit nervous. She told me it was all good and that we were actually done performing and we were heading home.

We changed and I was heading home and I remember finding it funny that I shifted when I was questioning existence.

We reached our shared dorms and I saw my KITTYYYY omfg 😭 she was so smalllll and cute!! Anyway I was looking around because like I said I haven't touched my script in a while so I forgot what I even wrote. One of my band mates was talking to me about how we had to travel to another city the next day because we were currently on tour and she was explaining to me how I had been sick the last week but since I was now okay I was going to be the first to have my solo performance😃🔪 hehe I said no.

But yeah, I spent like a week there before I wanted to come back just because I wanted to. To come back I went to sleep then I just said that when I go to sleep I'll wake up back in my cr and yeah I woke up🤷🏽‍♀️.

It was a fun week , I didn't get to see my s/o because he was also on tour in Europe and I was in south Korea, that honestly made me so mad and sad, I'll be scripting that I wake up next to him next time😭.

Oh and I forgot to mention we were speaking in Korean and I obv don't speak Korean. It was weird because when my s/o spoke to me I could hear him speak it but it was being translated in my head like idk how to explain it. He's talking in Korean,I can hear that but in my head I'm hearing it in English and I'm normally speaking back in Korean to him😂

Anyways Happy Shifting Y'all🩷

[emskryptonite]

Dinner

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

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

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

Word Count: 1.3k

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

Masterlist | Bruce Wayne Masterlist | Southern!Batmom Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hold up. You put gravy on biscuits? The brown sauce most people put over mashed potatoes and various kinds of meat?” Barry questions, leaning forward in his seat.

“Oh, honey, you’ve got to let me make you some breakfast sometime. I had to open Bruce’s eyes, too. Don’t worry. Gah-lee, you people from up here just have me running ‘round like a chicken with its head cut off sometimes. I’ll fix you up, though.”

“Honey?” Barry whispers in Bruce’s direction.

“It’s a southern thing. She calls everyone either honey or sweetheart. It’s not always a compliment, though.”

“So, what? You have to share your pet names with everyone else?”

“Oh, no. Darling is reserved for me.” The Dark Knight couldn’t fight the smile that crept up on his face when talking about his wife.

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Chifuyu Matsuno | 26 | PET SHOP OWNER | 5’6 | LOYAL

Jokingly entering a lottery for a luxury couple’s cruise, you were surprised to receive a notification saying that you were the lucky winner! You now have to find a “spouse” for the trip. You’ve considered your friends, but all of them probably have commitments already. And then on the day of the cruise, Chifuyu greets you with flowers. He was so much cuter and in front of you. You settled into your luxurious cabin and began the journey.

On your first night, you tried the fancy dinner aboard the ship, shared your favorite dishes and chatted about your childhood memories associated with food. It struck you when he mentioned he was formerly a gang member, as he certainly did not look like one. you also bonded over your shared love of animals and memories of having owned pets as children, while Chifuyu told you all about the interesting things about these pets.

You also enjoyed a masquerade ball; Chifuyu was not the best dancer but he was so gentle with his movements. He was nervous at first, unsure how to navigate the party, but with your guidance and reassuring touch, he gradually relaxed and even started to enjoy the activity. You took the lead, taking him to the rhythm. With your hands on his shoulders and movements in synchrony with his, you glided across the dance floor, lost in the music and in each other's company just like dinner. Chifuyu was impressed by your confidence and grace on the dance floor. He couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for that.

After a long day of exploring the ports and enjoying the activities on the cruise, you decided to unwind at the couple's spa. On the way there, the two of you even came up with a fake love story in case the masseuse asks— you were high school sweethearts. Inside the spa, you settled into adjacent massage tables, holding hands and enjoying the deep tissue massages that the spa offered. The oil worked its magic onto your bodies, and you turned to Chifuyu, who seemed to be holding his laughter from being ticklish. You smiled at him and chuckled as you made eye contact, letting him know that you didn’t mind. You couldn't help but notice Chifuyu's toned body. His toned back and arms were on full display, you felt yourself being attracted to him in a way you hadn't been before.

As the week went on, you and Chifuyu continued to learn more about each other while also participating in the cruise activities, all while pretending to be a couple. By the end of the cruise, Chifuyu couldn't deny the connection he felt with you, and he was surprised by the depth of his feelings for someone he had only just met. It was then that he realized that despite being the one who was rented for the vacation, it was he who truly rented your heart. So when you visited his pet shop, he couldn't deny the connection you had and was happy to see you again. It’s against the rules of the rent-a-boyfriend services, but he does not need that anymore and so do you.

Baji Keisuke | 26 | VET | 5’9 | TSUN-TSUN

As you prepared for your family's Christmas trip, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. Your relatives were constantly badgering you about finding a partner, and the pressure to conform to their expectations was starting to wear you down. That's why when you heard about a service that could provide you with a pretend boyfriend, you saw it as the perfect opportunity to get your family off your back and enjoy the trip without the constant constant nagging.

When you met Baji, you were surprised at how charming and easygoing he actually was. He was exactly the kind of guy your family would approve of, and he was happy to play the role of your boyfriend. Both you and your family were struck by how handsome and charming he was. His tall, lean figure and stunning eyes made him look like a model, but his warm smile and how gentle he was with your family made him seem accessible and likable.

You found yourself growing nervous as the time went on, but Baji was quick to pick up on your discomfort and put you at ease. He asked questions about your family and interests, and he made you a drink before settling into your room for the night. Baji then joked and laughed about things your parents have told earlier, making sure to give you a sense of ease and comfort with him. After all, you will be going on a trip together. You knew that you were both putting on an act, but you couldn't deny his potential of being an actual partner.

So the trip began, Baji proved to be a great choice. He was friendly and outgoing, easily striking up conversations with your relatives. He quickly became a favorite especially to the children in your family, who were drawn to his playful nature and witty banter. He spent time playing with them, telling jokes and stories, and generally being a fun and engaging presence. He was so good at interacting with the children that they started calling him "big bro Baji". He simply made a positive impression on everyone. He even went out of his way to compliment the cooking and offer to help with luggages, and making sure that everyone was taken care of, especially you, even if it meant putting himself in second place.

On the last day of the trip, you find yourself wondering how he was so good at handling family members, and he was more than happy to explain that he had a close relationship with his own mother growing up. He also said that in his career, he had come to see his animal patients as members of his own family. He described how he would take the time to get to know each animal individually, talking to them in the veterinary clinic and taking them out to play and explore. He told you that he believed that the key to understanding and connecting with other beings was to see them as unique individuals, just like people.

You did miss Baji after the trip. He had made such an impact on your family members, especially the children, that he was brought up in conversations even after he was gone. Your parents asked about him, and his absence was noted by the young ones who had grown so fond of him. You found yourself thinking about him often and wondering what he was up to. The trip had been such a special experience for you, and you felt grateful for the time you had shared together. Even though your relationship had been temporary and arranged, you found yourself wishing that you could see him again and continue your connection. So when you called him up for a “rental” again, it was to your surprise when Baji answered with “Don’t worry, this one’s on me.”

Hanma Shuji | 28 | PHOTOGRAPHER | 6'4 | DAREDEVIL

You have been struggling to keep your ex-boyfriend at bay. Despite repeatedly asking him to leave you alone, he would still find a way to contact you, whether through social media or by showing up at your workplace or at your apartment. You were worried about the situation and wanted it to stop, so you decided to hire a pretend boyfriend to make your ex-boyfriend back off. You chose Shuji Hanma, a 28-year-old photographer with a charismatic and handsome look. He also had a rebellious streak that made him perfect to play the role.

Hanma's stylish motorcycle added to the spectacle of his arrival at your apartment. As you rode away, you noticed that your neighbors were staring, probably wondering who the mysterious man on the motorcycle was. It was the same case when you arrived at your workplace, your colleagues were equally curious about the identity of the mystery man who waited for you at the lobby.

Hanma was engrossed in his work in the lobby, concentrating on editing his photos on the computer screen. He noticed the faint sound of footsteps approaching. The sound grew closer, and Hanma looked up to see your ex-boyfriend walking towards the seats. Hanma was not impressed, and he almost immediately approached him. “Hello, I'm Shuji Hanma. You are…?”

“Uhm, Touri—desu.” He was confused, but shook Hanma’s hand anyway, which he regretted… Hanma’s grip was undeniably strong, which turned his skin to crimson. “You new here, huh?” Hanma tried to remain cool. “Eh, not exactly.” The guy shrugged, and Hanma scoffed and took his belongings. “Well, I'll be on my way.” He headed to the receptionist and spoke loud enough, “Good afternoon, can you please deliver a message to my girlfriend, Miss [ L / N ]? I have our lunch~” This was enough to grab your ex’s attention, and he was visibly confused and angered.

Hanma immediately escorted you off the elevator when you arrived, letting you know of your ex’s presence as he protectively put an arm around you. Which seemed to work, because he was only angrily standing there with a piercing glare. Hanma was inarguably intimidating with his fierce eyes and tall height. As you sat together for lunch, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. You knew that your ex-boyfriend was watching from a distance, witnessing you having a wonderful time with another man. Hanma also appeared to be enjoying the situation, and he kept up his loving and affectionate demeanor throughout the meal, like Hanma taking your hand and kissing it, feeding you, and simply looking like a real couple. When in reality, you were also talking about your day so far and telling each other about the usual get-to-know topics.

After you walked out the restaurant together, your ex stepped forward and started yelling about how you could move on and replace him. “And with this twig?! Come on [ Y / N ], is this the best you got?” He chuckled and attempted to reach your arm. As he continued his tirade, Hanma lost his patience and punched him in the face. You were shocked at your pretend-boyfriend's sudden burst of violence, but you had to admit that it was somewhat satisfying to see your ex take a hit. Hanma quickly pulled you away from the scene and kicked your ex’s stomach. “Who’s the twig now? If I see your face again, I'm going to break every bone in your body.” He spat and then led you back to your apartment.

Once you were inside, Hanma apologized for his behavior and assured you that he only wanted to protect you. Still a bit shaken, you knew that Hanma had been there for you, and he did his role perfectly. You forgave him for resorting to violence and appreciated how devoted he had been to you with a generous tip, to which he answered, “I’m not leaving without making sure that guy never comes back.” You were taken aback when he took a seat on the couch by your front door. “And don't worry about the rent thing ♡” He winked. You were pretty sure he just enjoyed beating your ex, but you got yourself a pretty damn good fake boyfriend/guard dog.

Rindou Haitani | 30 | CLUB OWNER | 5’8 | GENTLEMAN, BUT A LITTLE NAUGHTY

You were feeling a bit down about attending the wedding of a college friend without a plus one. Your friends were all in loving relationships, and you were tired of being the odd one out. Rindou was intrigued by the request and quickly agreed. He looked forward to the opportunity to spend the evening with you and to help you feel less awkward.

Rindou was a stickler for presentation, so he took it upon himself to choose an outfit that would make you feel confident and comfortable. He asked you about the theme of the event, the colors of the invitations, and any personal style preferences you had. Using this information, he was able to find a perfect ensemble for the evening.

When you arrived at the venue, you felt a new sense of confidence. The dress that Rindou got tailored was a perfect fit, and the shoes made you feel taller and more sophisticated. You knew that you looked good, and that made you feel even more comfortable mingling with the other guests. Rindou had been right, the outfit had boosted your confidence, and it showed while he was happily your arm candy. As you continued to make your way toward the main event, Rindou couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity with the place. He quickly realized that he was one of the co-owners of the venue, and had completely forgotten to mention it to you. He felt a bit sheepish about the oversight and did not make a big deal out of it.

However, it did come back to bite him in the ass later on. “Mr. Haitani?” The groom took notice of his presence when the couple visited your table. “Pleasure to meet you, I did not see you on the guest list. What a surprise!” They shook hands. “My girlfriend is here with me.” He smiled and held you closely. “You didn’t tell us that your boyfriend owned the venue, [ Y / N ]-chan!” WHen the bride said that, it seemed that the other guests on the table now seemed more interested in you. “How did you meet?” “Is there a ring yet?” It was a bit of a shockwave to you and your friends. Suddenly it seemed as though they were all more interested in you than they were before, and you felt a tinge of discomfort, which Rindou easily picked up on.

“Oh, shut up…you won’t even talk to her two minutes ago…” Rindou scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Wanna ditch?” You were touched by his offer, and gladly accepted. You needed a break from the endless talk about your friends' relationships, and it was nice to have a place to escape to for a little while. Rindou took you to the bar of his brother’s hotel nearby, where you were able to enjoy your own night just by yourselves without having to impress people who you barely know anymore. “Sorry for not telling you sooner, it was exactly what I was trying to avoid…” Rindou knew his way around a bar, and you found yourself in the perfect spot with him at your side. He explained the menu items and suggested a few different drinks that he thought you might enjoy, making sure to cater to your tastes. You felt grateful for his attention, and you appreciated how much effort he was putting into the conversation.

As you sat at the bar, you found yourself opening up more than you ever thought you would. You talked about your job,hobbies, and even a little bit about your past relationships. Rindou was a great listener, and he made you feel comfortable enough to share details that you had never told anyone before. You loved the fact that even though he was a complete stranger, he was genuinely interested in your life and experiences. While he also had a fair share of stories, especially the reason behind joining the rental services despite being a wealthy businessman… Rich people get bored sometimes too, you know…

You felt like you had known Rindou for much longer than just one evening. You couldn't believe how quickly the time had passed, and you found herself wishing that the night could go on forever. As they closed down the bar and left the reception, Rindou walked you to the suite he offered, and you found yourself wishing that you had the courage to ask him if he would like to see eachother again…

Ran Haitani | 31 | CLUB OWNER | 6'0 | BOLD

You have been using your “fiance” as an excuse to get out of uncomfortable situations or company gatherings, but now you are facing a dilemma. Your boss was hosting a company outing, and you knew that you couldn't use the same excuse again because he personally invited “your fiance”.

Thinking quickly, you reached out to Ran and asked him to play the part of your fiance for the whole trip. You were relieved when he agreed, knowing that he was the perfect person to accompany you to the event. Ran was charming, charismatic and extremely meticulous so you knew he would be able to sell the "fiance" ruse perfectly.

Ran likes to live life to the fullest, and he's not afraid to splash out on extravagant things. He's handsome, wealthy, and he has a way with the ladies. “You wanna make this more believable? I’ll take you on a date before our flight ♡” He took you to the finest restaurants and their club, and he insisted on paying for everything. He bought you clothes to bring to the trip, and you took a lot of photos together to show around. And he of course did not forget the fiance scheme and took you to Cartier for ring shopping. You were surprised by Ran's opulent lifestyle, but you were also drawn to his confidence and charm. He's not afraid to take risks or to try new things, and you feel like you can learn a lot from him.

On the day of the flight, you pulled up at the airport in his luxury sedan, dressed to the nines that truly made you look like the real deal. Ran was a smooth talker and a natural flirt, and he made you feel like the most important person in the world. And being the actor that he is, Ran smoothly introduced himself to your boss and colleagues. But you only gave them a glimpse of your ruse, because Ran had bumped your seats to first class where you praised each other for your acting.

During the trip, you were treated like a queen by Ran. He was always making sure your needs were met and that you were comfortable. He would hold your hand in public, carry your things, and go out of his way to make sure you were comfortable and well-cared for. You liked the way he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, and the way he looked at you with a sparkle in his eye. You were constantly getting compliments on your clothing, accessories, and your perfect “fiance.” You knew it was all just an act, but you couldn't help but enjoy every minute of it. Ran was way too good.

One night, you and Ran spent the evening soaking in the bathtub on your hotel balcony, surrounded by the sounds of the sea and the stars sparkling above you. He uncorked a bottle of the finest champagne, enjoying the bubbly beverage as you talked about your actual lives. You took the opportunity to let loose and talk trash about your co-workers. Ran laughed and poked fun at their annoying habits and quirks as well, bonding over your shared experiences. Ran was a natural storyteller, sharing stories from his past and his dreams for the future.; while You were fascinated by his adventures and insights. In turn, you talked about your own hopes and dreams. Ran listened intently, offering advice and support where needed. The conversation flowed effortlessly, with no awkward silences or forced conversation.

Ran was a true professional, and he played his role as your fiance flawlessly throughout the trip. He remained attentive and gave you affection in front of everyone. You were impressed by his commitment to the bit and his ability to seamlessly slip into character and couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for him. He made you feel like you were the most important person in the world, and you were touched by his thoughtfulness and attention to detail.

You were seriously moved by Ran's dedication to the role, even as you said goodbye. He had played the part with such natural grace and ease that she had almost forgotten that it was all an act. You were grateful for his commitment to the bit and his attention to detail, and you enjoyed the fact that you had someone during the trip. “Come on, I can’t keep these.” With his gifts in your hands, you insisted. Of course, you could… But you thought it was polite to offer. Ran’s answer intrigued you, though… “Of course you can…” He chuckled and opened the door of your home. “We still have that wedding, right?” He winked and kissed your forehead before seeing his way out.

Shinichiro Sano | 36 | BIKE SHOP OWNER | 6'0 | CHIVALROUS

You had grown tired of your friends' incessant efforts to set you up on blind dates, with stupid college boys to make matters worse. You appreciated their well-meaning efforts, but you simply weren't interested in pursuing romantic relationships. And so you decided to seek the assistance of Shinichiro, hoping that his chivalrous disposition would be enough to convince your friends to lay off.

You decided that for the cover to be believable, you would need to go on a date with Shinichiro before hard-launching him to your friends. You also made sure that he was comfortable with playing the role and that you had a good rapport, but you had no idea what to do for your very real fake date. However, Shinichiro took the matter in his own hands and insisted you did not have to move a single joint.

You and Shinichiro arrived at the cafe of the main deck in Tokyo Tower, which offered breathtaking views of the city's skyline. You were seated at a corner table, giving a clear view of the vast expanse of lights and skyscrapers. It was a dreamy and romantic setting, enhanced by delicate table settings and soft music playing in the background.

Shinichiro treated you to a multi-course meal, where you savored a selection of traditional Japanese food. They were exquisite and perfectly prepared, and you couldn't help but be impressed by Shinichiro's good taste. You talked about everything and anything, from your childhood memories to your ongoing endeavors. Shinichiro was a good listener and made sure to ask thoughtful questions, ensuring that the conversation flowed smoothly. You were honestly impressed by his openness and genuine interest in you, and you found yourself sharing things that she had never shared with anyone else before. The conversation was so engrossing that you lost track of time, and it felt as though you had been talking for hours.

However, the motorcycle race of his little brother's team, "Top of Manji," was an exhilarating experience. You marveled at the skill and precision of the racers as they raced around the track at high speeds. Shinichiro's passion for mechanics was palpable, and he explained the intricacies of the race in detail. You were moved by his enthusiasm and felt grateful to have had the opportunity to share in such a unique experience, and it was genuinely warm to listen to Shinichiro talk about something he really loved.

And so the day arrived and you invited your friends for dinner at a restaurant you and Shinichiro had found, a Japanese izakaya that you thought they would enjoy. You had made a reservation for a medium table in the middle of the restaurant, where you would be surrounded by the lively atmosphere. After greetings and pleasantries, you finally introduced your friends to Shinichiro, revealing that he was your new boyfriend. They were all visibly surprised by the revelation, but Shinichiro turned on his charm, making small talk and engaging in witty banter with your friends. He was so natural at it, making everyone feel comfortable and included. You couldn't help but smile, feeling grateful for his presence and for the support he had shown you thus far.

Shinichiro was very affectionate towards you, making sure to pay attention to your needs and feelings. He cut your food, poured your drinks, and wiped the side of your lips. And as the evening wore on and the temperature dropped, he took off his jacket and casually offered it to you. It was relieving to see that your friends were starting to warm up to Shinichiro. They were impressed by his chivalry, intelligence, and sense of humor.

As the evening went on, she and Shinichiro grew more comfortable with each other, exchanging smiles and sharing inside jokes. Although your friends were initially skeptical about Shinichiro at first, however, as they spent more time with him, they began to see what she saw in him. They noticed his chivalrous nature and how he treated you with “love and respect”. They were impressed by his ability to hold a conversation and how engaging he was. They praised you for finding a good boyfriend and expressed their support for your relationship. This made you feel touched and felt grateful for their encouragement.

Shinchiro was an older man, but he carried himself with a youthful energy that was contagious. He had a kind heart and a charismatic smile, making it easy for you to feel at ease with him. He was a gentleman, always using polite language and good manners, but he also had a bit of mischief in him. He loved to make jokes and banter with you, and he always had a twinkle in his eye that made you smile. The dinner was a hit, and you were thrilled to see your friends enjoying themselves so much.

Maybe it was the fact that Shinichiro was older than the guys you previously dated and even older than yourself, but you actually enjoyed the extra attention and care that Shinichiro gave, as compared to your previous dates. You found yourself beginning to fantasize about having a real boyfriend like him, who would pamper and take care of you in the same way. It was a nice feeling to have someone who seemed to genuinely care about you, and you were grateful for the experience of dating him, even if it was just a temporary arrangement. Or will he allow it to remain that way?

Wakasa Imaushi | 36 | GYM OWNER | 5'3 | NONCHALANT

Wakasa Imaushi was the perfect person for your plan to win back your ex. He was charming, confident, and seemed to know how to treat a woman. Your plan was to make your ex jealous by spending time with Wakasa and having you paint a picture of a perfect couple.

He was impressed with your predictions on the whereabouts of your exes, and he was always ready to hop on your antics. Wakasa was a natural at billiards, while you considered yourself to be a bit of a novice. Despite this, he was patient with you and taught you the basics, guiding you through each shot. As you played, you stood closely together, with his hand on your back as he showed you how to grip the cue. As you finished up your game, you noticed your ex watching you from across the room, clearly jealous of the attention Wakasa was giving you. This only seemed to fuel Wakasa's desire to treat you like a princess, and up his game for your next “dates”.

As you waited outside your office building, you spotted Wakasa pulling up on a sports bike. It was obviously a labor of love for him, and it was clearly a statement piece— beautiful paint job, modifications, and powerful engines. He even got you your own helmet, and as you took a seat on the back of the bike, Wakasa revved the engine and took off down the road. You couldn't help but notice the looks of envy and jealousy from your ex-partner. You had always admired his bike, which was pretty decent, but Wakasa's was on another level. It was entirely his idea, knowing that it would take a hit on your ex’s ego. Which was right— he couldn't help but feel jealous of Wakasa and his newfound ability to make you happy and sent you a pretty petty text later on that day.

You eagerly showed Wakasa the text from your ex, and his reaction was everything you had hoped for. His expression turned into a proud smirk, and he leaned in closer to you as he read the text. You felt a sense of joy knowing that she had the upper hand in the situation and that your ex was feeling a sense of jealousy. No one could even see the two of you right now, but you were hanging out together in his gym, seemingly having a blast together. As part of your workout routine, Wakasa finds himself beginning to focus on helping you train, providing guidance and assistance as you lift weights. He was attentive and supportive, helping you with your form and demonstrating proper technique. Wakasa found himself enjoying the process and the feeling of coaching someone. You appreciated his guidance and support, and she felt a sense of satisfaction as you lifted heavier weights than you've ever had before…

“Don't fall in love with me, [ Y / N ]...” He made eye contact with you through the mirror as he held your waist. “Shut up.”

One particular day when you got off early at work, you and Wakasa found yourselves on a night out at his favorite drinking place, sipping drinks and enjoying each other's company. As they sat in the dimly lit bar, their conversation grew more intimate, personal, and playful, laughing and teasing each other. With the alcohol flowing, your inhibitions began to slip away, and before you knew it, you were locked in a deep, passionate kiss while you sat on his lap.

You were both surprised by the spontaneous kiss and felt your heart racing as you and Wakasa shared an intimate moment. “You’re making a mistake.” “Probably.” “Definitely…” You remained close together, not wanting to break apart just yet. The kiss was long and passionate, and it seemed to last forever. As you finally pulled away from each other, you both felt a sense of emptiness, wanting more of each other but unsure of what to do next.

As you woke up in Wakasa's place the next day, the reality of the previous night's events started to sink in. You realized that you had made a mistake in giving in to your urges, but at the same time, you couldn't help but want to continue doing it. You were hesitant at first, unsure of how to approach Wakasa about what happened, but you found herself drawn to him anyway. You knew that your relationship was still temporary and that you couldn't let your feelings get in the way of your agreement. Despite this, you found yourselves wanting to spend more time with him, both in your ruse and outside of it, all while pretending to Wakasa’s face that this still meant nothing.

It is certainly not common for a boyfriend-for-rent to give you a monthsary gift. Such gifts are typically given by a long-term romantic partner, or someone who is seeking a long-term relationship. Since the arrangement with Wakasa is meant to be temporary and was not originally intended to last longer than a few weeks or a months, it would not be expected for him to give you such a present. So you were surprised when Wakasa presented you with a small gift for your one-month anniversary. You were touched by the gesture, but you couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt knowing that you shouldn't be developing feelings for him…

ㅤㅤthank you for renting our boyfriends! did you catch feelings? we don't care! as long as you come back to see them again ;)

[aangelinakii]

JUSTICE LEAGUE AS GIRL PARENTS.

characters written about in this piece : bruce wayne, clark kent, diana prince, barry allen, oliver queen

note : when i tell you this is the cutest freaking idea

requested !!

BRUCE WAYNE.

when she's first born, bruce holds his little girl like he's got the whole world in his hands; so delicate, he can morph it however he wants — but he knows she's his first chance to not mess up. he has had adopted sons and daughters, but this daughter is his. like damian, she shares the wayne name. he's just in awe, wrapped completely around her fingers. don't leave him alone with her for too long, because he WILL sit down and have a tea party with all her stuffies and get insanely immersed in it. when she begins to ask for things, he'll get them in an instant, but will still be conscious as to not raise a spoiled child so he'll hold back for a few days or weeks.... and then bam !! "i have a surprise for you, my little dolly" and she just comes in super nervous but excited, and he's got the stuffed kitty cat she saw in a shop window the other day

CLARK KENT.

please don't even get me started. clark would be so emotional because what do you mean this is his own flesh and blood ??? he's come so far from his home planet, and it feels so real that he's having a daughter. because of this he would feel she is just god sent, and treat her as if she was. he's a very soft man with his daughter, never too harsh or loud, never heavy-handed. his daughter deserves the very best, the very kindest version of him. he's the dad that lets his face be used as a canvas for makeup or face paint (and he wouldn't rather be anywhere else, he's quite happy his face being used for the sake of art). for the times his partner isn't around, he also learns how to do his daughter's hair because he thinks it's important she can be happy with how she looks even when it's with him... but he's not very good anyway

DIANA PRINCE.

oh when i say she would be the best girl mum. she grew up surrounded by women, she has a natural instinct for these things, to be nurturing but not over-protective; loving but not smothering. she'd want her daughter to learn things on her own, like the consequences of her actions and be a little tough love like that, but other than that, diana would be the best play buddy. she's super active so she'd have no problem giving her partner a bit of childcare break; maybe the 2 am wake-ups are a bit of a nuisance, but diana can handle it best. knowing her own strength, she would be so so careful with her little girl, wanting her to know only a kind hand.

BARRY ALLEN.

such a dad joke type. does the whole "hi hungry i'm dad" almost every time, but then he almost got a kitchen knife thrown at him once so he stopped. i think when his daughter is first born he's quite nervous, because he's a man, he doesn't know the first thing about being a woman and doesn't want to mess his daughter up for it. soon he learns it's not so difficult, but it's definitely on his mind as she gets older. barry is the definition of dad music, like he gets her into all these bands he grew up with, and gets her into his generation's films,, and he would take her out and get her to experience the world. it also helps that he's the fastest man in the world, so he could take her anywhere anytime she likes. would never miss a dance recital or band performance, or sports game, depending on any extra-curricular activity she does,, but i just know he'd be the best supportive dad.

OLIVER QUEEN.

ollie is a confident man, but even he feels a wave of nerves at the birth of his daughter. he wants to be perfect, a role model; but, now with this bundle of heart in his hands, he begins to second-guess himself, wonder if he can even do it. at times i think he could be distant in his doubts, but when he's present, holding her hand as she walks on half-walls, tying her hair back when eating messy food or finger painting, he's the best dad a little girl could ask for. i could see him being slightly over protective as she gets older, especially with boys or with bullies or bad friends. he'd never do anything she didn't want him to, but trust me ollie would have no issue having a go at someone who hurts the one he's most proud of. gives the best hugs and, with a squeeze on the shoulder, reminds her she's all he lives for.

[jeonginsleftcheek]

First kiss with Stray Kids

genre: fluff, suggestive

description: you and skz member went out on a few dates and it's time to share your first kiss. what's it like to kiss skz members for the first time?

a/n: gn!reader, okay i'm supposed to be asleep but i got this idea, enjoy?🤍

Chan:

Oh, Chan probably plans the kiss the night before your date. He'll lay in bed and flip through different scenarios of you two kissing. He keeps overthinking and he can't sleep(what's new tho?). He probably ends up imagining you two married with kids and starts giggling n shit. When you actually meet up, he's freaking nervous the whole time. You notice and if you ask him what's wrong he'll probably come up with an excuse cause he wants to wait till the end of the date for the kiss. Will ask you 'can i kiss you?' when that time comes and get shy when you say yes but there's no backing out now. Will kiss you gently like you're some sort of delicate flower and absolutely freak the f out on the inside because hello??? You're kissing??? That first kiss will be sweet and innocent, but get ready for the second one cause now that he broke the ice, it's gonna get heated.

Lee Know:

He wants to kiss you so badly every time you're together, but for some reason he just gets so nervous about it so he can't initiate it. When you're out on a date he will look at your lips the whole time while you talk and lick his lips unconsciously. You notice ofcourse, and since he loves teasing you, you're happy you finally have a chance to tease him a little. He catches himself staring at your lips and looks up at your eyes, his ears are red and he chuckles nervously. You say 'you wanna kiss me or something?' and he's mortified but he wont show that, he'll just say 'so what if i do?'. That's cue for you to smirk and lean in, then stop right before you actually touch just to see him panic once more because he's adorable when he's flustered, okay? He'll close the gap then and you'll get a sweet kiss, full of warmness and smiles.

Changbin:

Hypes himself up, actually thinks he'll initiate the kiss but when you look at him like that he gets all shy and melts and you have to lean in first. He'll lean in too then, with his cute half smirk, eyes trained on your lips. He's kinda stiff at first (because he's panicking and can't believe you're actually kissing him) but will relax after some time and put his hand on the back of your head to hold you in place so he can keep kissing you. Gets bolder as you reciprocate and slips a little tongue in. Gets shy again when you part and make eye contact. (He's giggling and kicking his feet fr). Will ask for kisses every second of the day from that moment on and if you deny him, he'll get all sulky and dramatic. (How dare you?)

Hyunjin:

I think he'd also be shy about it but he would muster up enough courage to lean in first and kiss you. He wants your first kiss to be extra romantic so he takes his time and kisses the corners of your lips, then your upper lip, then your bottom lip before he actually presses those pretty lips into yours. You melt because how are someone's lips that soft?! (Hyunjin thinks the same for you) And trust me he may look calm and collected in that moment but my man is freaking out on the inside. Gets more courageous and slips his tongue in and just massages yours gently at first. Then he tilts your head, his big hands holding your face and he just starts making out with you and boy oh boy it's a lot. By the time you part for air, you both look disheveled and flushed but can you help it? You both got really into it. Now that he tasted you, he wont ever hesitate to kiss you like that for hours.

Jisung:

He will wait for you to initiate it (he will throw not so subtle signs at you tho) and when you do, this man will explore your mouth with his tongue like he needs your air to breathe. Messy, sloppy, teeth clanking, hands roaming around, kisses you until you're literally heaving for a breath. Bite his bottom lip and he'll whimper into your mouth. I know, sounds like a hell of a first kiss but I feel like he just wants to go all in because he's literally infatuated with you. Now that you've kissed for the first time, you're obligated to give him kisses every 2 minutes. Cause like what are you doing if you're not kissing him, right? You don't really need air to breathe, right?

Felix:

I feel like he isn't shy about things like this in real life, especially if he knows you reciprocate his feelings so he'll just go for it. Puts his hand on your cheek and starts with gently pressing his lips with yours before moving them (will probably suck your bottom lip between his). Definitely looks like the type that will push his tongue in just a few moments later, leaving you kinda shocked that he's so bold but that's just Felix, I feel like he has no problem showing you he loves you in any form of physical love language (wink wink). He'll kiss you until your breathless, his tongue moving in all directions (preview for later?). Will probably ask 'was that good?' or 'did you like that?' with a smirk. He knows it was good, he just wants to hear you say it.

Seungmin:

His first kiss would be timid and gentle, he would lean in first but he'd let you lead and set the pace. He would look so calm and collected but he is freaking the hell out on the inside. He can't believe you're kissing him. Will put his arms around your waist or shoulders and hold you closer to his body because he feels so happy that you like him that much. If you throw in a little tongue you'll feel him clench his hands into fists because you'll literally be the death of him, why are you doing that? He reciprocates, still lets you lead (for now). Run your fingers through his hair and touch his neck while you kiss him, he will *burst*. When you part he smiles, the widest smile you've seen on his face (you fall in love again because hello beautiful??) and his ears are red and you want to scream and pinch his cheeks cause he's just too adorable.

Jeongin:

My man hypes himself up, believes he'll be fearless, he'll come in and swoop you off your feet. But when he's actually in front of you, his braveness will fade and be replaced with nervousness. He asks if he can kiss you and you both lean in at the same time resulting in either your head bumping or teeth clashing but it's fine if it's awkward the first time, it only gets better from there. So when you lean in again he kisses you so gently that you genuinely feel like you're in one of those cheesy tv scenes where time stops. Presses a few fast gentle kisses into your lips while smiling and when he leans back his face is as red as a tomato. Get ready for the future though, cause this boy is a fast learner and once he overcomes the shyness you're in for a hell of a treat.

[m1guelsgf]

done for the night

axel kovacevic x reader

author's note ⋆｡𖦹 ✮ ‧₊˚✩彡

hiiiii this is my first fic for any CK character so i'm kinda nervous. hope u like it. i started a pt. 2 already bc i just love axel but i also wanna write him in different scenarios as well! will open my requests asap :)

c.w.

s6pt2 spoilers, drinking.

being in barcelona was a dream. you were grateful that you were able to tag along with the miyagi do's. sensei larusso and sensei lawerence always liked you, especially johnny. being miguel's best friend is a privilege you were happy to have. sure, it came with a lot of drama but it also came with a protector, a group of friends, and some karate skills.

plus, being miyagi do's water girl wasn't a bad deal for being flown out to barcelona.

you were enjoying being on the inside of all the events while not needing to fight. the first couple of rounds you seen were intense. being around all these powerful people made you a little nervous but you had hope nothing terrible would happen like the rumble at west valley. these weren't angry teenagers fueled off drama and angst, they're athletes. aspiring professionals.

after miyagi do managed to stay in the game by the skin of their teeth, everyone was getting ready to go out. sam was talking your and devons ear off about spain and all the things her and miguel were going to do in their freetime when there was a knock at the door. you got up from your spot at the vanity and opened it to see miguel.

he was distressed, foot anxiously tapping with a hand through his hair. "is sam in here?"

"yeah, sam." you waved her over to the door. "you good, miggy?" miguel opened his mouth to speak and his eyes immediately welled up with tears. "what's wrong?"

"my mom..." his voice shook as he took sam in his arms for a hug. "something's wrong with the baby, i need to go back home." he spoke, voice muffled by sams hair.

"of course." you nodded. "is there anything we can do?"

he only shook his head and hugged sam harder.

"miguel." johnny said from the end of the hallway and beckoned him.

miguel let sam go and gave you a quick but tight hug before taking off. you and sam share an uneasy look before going back inside the room.

"miguel's going back home? sensei too?" devon asked and the two of you nodded.

"i need a drink." you said, grabbing your purse.

***

at the bar, everyone just seemed to take the gloominess with them. knowing miguel was struggling made it impossible to have fun.

"what are we going to do now that miguel's gone?" devon asked hawk and demitri.

"we could always have y/n take his spot?" hawk said, giving you a look over like he was sizing you up.

you scoffed. "yeah right, i wasn't even good enough to fight for a spot in the sekai tekai. getting my ass kicked on the world stage isn't on my bucket list."

"i'm serious." hawk said. "if they can't get kenny, you're next up. so don't black out this time." hawk pointed at your drink, remembering the time you got blackout drunk and threw up all over the inside of his car at one of moons parties.

"i'd prefer drunk y/n over kenny any day." demitri started. "at least she didn't shit her pants."

"oooookay." you stood up, taking your empty glass with you. "i'm getting another drink." you saw the way they were looking at you. "my last one. i don't think you guys will need me but if you do, i'll be ready. i promise."

you walked over to the bar, where sam and robby were sitting. "hey."

"hey." sam said and robby only nodded.

"what's with him?" you noticed robby's bad mood as soon as you walked up.

"maybe you can help." sam stood up, taking her cup with her. "i'm gonna go sit with the others for a sec, see if miguel still has service."

"okay." you nodded, taking sams spot at the bar. "what's wrong?"

"everything." robby sighed. "i need a drink."

you wanted to tell him not to, that it wouldn't solve anything but you knew that he already knew.

"get one, whatever you want. i got us for the first round." you took some cash from your pocket. "hey, can i get a mai tai and..."

"a rum and coke. double. please." robby asked and the bartender nodded, getting to work on your drinks.

"it's one of those nights, huh?" he only nodded, peering at the other edge of the bar for a moment before scoffing and turning back to you.

"yeah." you looked down to where he had just looked, to see tory and kwon sitting besided each other. kwon had an arm around her shoulders and was whispering something in her ear.

"i'm sorry robby. she's gonna come around, i know she is."

"i don't know. she's doing better without me." robby took a sip of his drink and looked down to where tory was sitting. kwon had separated from her but was still close. "and i'm here." he looked at his drink. "thanks by the way."

"it's not good to drink alone. especially when you're down." you nodded, taking a sip of your drink. "also, i missed out on the robby who smoked weed and skated everywhere. i hear he was kinda fun."

"i still skate everywhere." he said with a small laugh. "just not a skate rat anymore."

"yeah, you're the captain now." you gently nudged his shoulder. "i don't know how that feels exactly, the pressure, but i do know that you're gonna make everyone back home proud. especially tory."

"i hope so." he took another drink and eventually, his was gone.

"i know so. she's been watching every one of your fights."

robby cringed a little bit. "knowing i've lost every one of my fights definitely makes me feel lame."

"you're still in it. there's still tomorrow." you took another sip of your drink.

robby nodded. "i'm gonna go to the bathroom."

you nodded in return, looking over your shoulder to see hawk on his phone, sam and devon talking, and demitri dancing with a girl. when you turned back to where robby was sitting, kwon was in his seat.

"hi."

"hello." you were playing with your straw.

"what are you drinking?"

"a mai tai." your responses were dry but kwon wasn't backing off.

"do you want to dance?" he offered his hands but you shook your head, backing away a little.

"no, thanks."

"what? you're only miyagi do's little girlfriend? not for the rest of us?" kwon leaned in closer. "i can treat you better than keene."

"leave me alone, kwon."

"hey." robby's voice came from behind you.

kwon only scoffed and backed up. "someone's waiting for me anyways." he stood up. "i promise i'll keep her warm tonight, keene." he said before leaving the bar.

"are you okay?"

"i need some air." you stood up and went outside, leaving your friends at the bar. you felt bad for leaving robby alone but you couldn't be there anymore.

you felt the effects of the alcohol as you walked down to the beach. your head was spinning. you stopped and took a seat near the shore, sighing as you looked out to the water.

and then you saw him.

axel kovacevic.

he had been destroying his opponents on the mat. nobody's been able to land a point on him. he was one of the strongest competitors. he was stoic too, especially now as he was practicing his kata about 10 feet away from you. in the moonlight, by the ocean, with the alcohol making your perspective soft, he wasn't robotic. he was focused. until he caught you staring at him.

you made eye contact and immediately looked down at your lap. you waited about 5 seconds to check if he was still looking and he was full on staring. it was awkward. he wasn't looking at you as a threat, but with curiosity.

the two of you observed each other for a silent minute before you decided to say something. "hi." you waved and he didn't say anything in return. "you're axel right?" he nodded. "i'm y/n. i liked the kata you were doing."

"i'm not supposed to speak with opponent." he turned away from you and you stood up.

"i'm not your opponent. i'm not even fighting in the tournament. more like, emergency backup." you smiled, watching the corner of his lips tug upwards.

"why aren't you fighting?" he asked curiously, taking a step closer to you.

"i'm not really a fighter like my friends are." you shrugged. "you're great though."

"i'm alright." he leaned over to pick up his shirt and revealed bruises on his back. the sight made you wince.

"what happened?"

"bo staff competition."

"nobody has been able to land a point on you yet." you looked at him and he had a sort of an embarrassed look. "i know about... your sensei. one of my friends saw. it's not right. you should be out with your team, not practicing alone."

"there's always time for practice. my sensei wants me to be the best. it's because of him i never lose."

"doesn't make it right." you responded. "your entire dojo is pretty great though, i have to admit."

"you're pretty." axel stopped himself. your face was on fire and so was his. "your dojo's pretty good too."

"thanks. do you wanna walk with me? back to the hotel?" you asked, rocking on your heels. axel looked around and nodded and you both took off into the night.

"how long have you been fighting for?" you asked.

"ever since i was a kid. what about you?"

"only a couple years. after one of my friends got really hurt, i decided i had to get serious about learning. he had been teaching me some stuff but when it happened i just had to join a dojo. it was actually... cobra kai."

axel looked at you in disbelief. "you were in cobra kai?"

"yeah. after miguel got hurt, i was really angry and i took it out on everyone."

"miguel..."

"he was the original cobra kai." you remembered when miguel excitedly showed you his first gi. "it's a long story though. those sensei's, silver. they put me and all my friends through hell. so i know what its like to have a sensei do anything to make you the best, even hurt you."

axel couldn't say anything, he could only look at you with wonder. "is that why you don't fight anymore?"

"kind of. i don't know. i'm just not as angry as i used to be. i feel like my anger was the only reason i was ever good and i don't wanna live like that." you shrugged.

"i understand." he nodded. "i love karate but i don't want to be a robot all the time." you shook your head and opened your mouth to speak but he interrupted. "i hear what everyone says. they call me a monster, a machine. sometimes i just want to be axel." you nodded, this time you didn't have anything to say. "that's why i like to travel. i get to disappear in each city whenever i'm not fighting."

"how many cities have you been to?"

"a lot." he chuckled and listed all the cities and countries he's been to. you listened in awe. "what about you?"

"i've never really left california." you responded. "but after being here, i'd love to see everything. the sagrada familia makes me feel small but not in a scary way. it's like a monument to the great things humans can do."

"how cute!" a familiar voice interrupted. "little rival team playtime, huh?" kwon and another cobra kai came from around the corner. "thought you were only for miyagi do to play with."

"and i thought i told you to leave me alone." you tried to push past them but they blocked the path. you could smell the alcohol on kwons breath as he spoke. "just let us go."

"what's the magic word?" kwon asked, leaning in closer to you.

"move." you responded bluntly, not wanting anything else to do with this.

"wrong." kwon scoffed and shook his head. he glanced over your shoulder and you were sure someone was behind you.

"we just want to go back to the hotel." you weren't planning on giving kwon what he wanted.

"okay. you can go, only if you say please." kwon was in your face again, smug smile plastered on his face.

before you knew it, the other cobra kai kicked axel. it barely affected him as he shot into action to defend the both of you.

"come on, hit me. show me why they brought you here." kwon tapped his cheek and you were about to raise your arm when you were grabbed from behind. you elbowed whoever grabbed you multiple times before being able to slither out and kick him across the face. at the same time, axel shoved the other cobra kai into kwon. "okay come on. i'll take you both."

the sound of sirens took everyone but kwon out of the fight. he was still pressing axel and had to be taken away by his teammates.

"come on, let's go."

the two of you bolted back to the beach. after catching your breath, you started laughing a little.

"what?" axel asked.

"that guy kicked you and you barely moved. you have a strong base."

axel looked away from you, a smile spreading across his face. "thanks. that was a nice roundhouse."

"thanks, axel." you smiled at him and then looked out at the ocean. when you looked back at him, he was staring. no, he was admiring you. "what?"

axel said nothing, he only reached to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. his hand brushed against your face and you leaned into the touch.

and then he kissed you.

and you kissed him back. it was perfect. he was cradling your face with one hand, pulling you closer by your waist with the other. his mouth moved against yours softly and romantically. it was sweet. he didn't want anything other than to kiss you and you were happy to oblige and let yourself be putty in his hands.

but then your head started spinning again. you pulled away abruptly, taking a deep breath as you came up for air. the alcohol, the running, and the kissing were all making you dizzy. "axel i-."

"i'm sorry, i should go. already after curfew." axel took off running down the beach.

"wait, axel!" you called out after him but he was gone. you felt terrible as you went back inside the bar to meet with your team. everyone was already heading out and robby was nowhere to be seen. you figured he had went back to the hotel and hoped he would be fine. everyone else on the other hand would be dealing with their drama for a minute, including yourself.

[maraudersilver]

Sit on my face (Haymitch Abernathy x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: face riding, oral (f! receiving), mentions of past sa, slight spoilers for SOTR, porn with plot. MDNI A/N: I don't know what this is. I was thinking about Haymitch's nose and suddenly I was writing a whole smut one shot about it. I do not write much smut lately, so I'm sorry if it's not the toe curling type. English is not my first language and I wrote this during an hour brainrot. Wc: 2,8K

"I want to sit on your face."

Haymitch looked up from the book he was reading, one he had snatched from Plutarch's library a long time ago. It was nothing interesting, something about scientific theories of old regarding space. Sid would have loved it, he thought, more than him.

"What?"

"I want to sit on your face," you repeat, louder this time. "If you wanna, or course."

"Why wouldn't I want that?"

He blinked at you, deadpanned, book forgotten in his lap as he rearranged himself in the loveseat.

It had been a couple years since Snow was killed and a new government arose. It wasn't perfect, not by any means, but at least it was democratic and the districts had more freedom than they had known in seventy five years.

You had been a fellow victor, the survivor of the 60th Hunger Games. Survivor. Never winner. After the revolution, you had fled to district 12 with him, babbling about a life of peace away from people. You had no family left, and your friends had been killed during the bombing of the Capitol, all of them trained medics who lost their lives trying to save others.

He had been adamant on pushing you away, warning you that he didn't want, didn’t need, more company than he allowed. Good thing you were as stubborn as a mule.

After twenty-five years of solitude where he thought he would never love again, you had carved open his heart and wrote your name in neon colours. Having breakfast with him, making sure he was still alive by checking from time to time, accompanying him to feed his geese.

One time, you had followed him to Lenore Dove's resting place when you saw him going deep into the woods, fearing he would do something stupid. He had been infuriated with you, screaming about lacking any privacy and about you sticking your nose everywhere you weren't invited in. Instead of leaving, as he was used to people doing, you had kneeled beside him and shared his grief, silent as little by little every detail about his beloved Lenore Dove left his lips.

Even since, you made sure to gather the most beautiful and colourful flowers in the meadows for him to carry Lenore Dove to her grave, your sweet voice always mumbling something along the lines of 'tell her I said hi!' in a cheerful voice.

He didn't mean to. Not at all. But as Lenore Dove had told him once, the walls of a person's heart were not impregnable, not if they had ever known love. And love you he did. At first in silence, almost in denial. Then he started with acts of service, like fixing a broken door or walking you down to the Hob. But if you ever asked him, he would dismiss his efforts as ‘tryin’ to get you off my ass before you pestered me.’

It took him more than a year after the revolution to finally admit to himself that he was irrevocably, deeply, truly in love with you. In a way he thought he would never be able to again.

But how could he not, with how cute, sweet, intelligent and stubborn you were. His heart jumped at the sight of you whenever his eyes laid upon you, now not being the exception.

And when Lenore Dove gave him a thumbs up in dreams, he knew it was time to finally be happy after more than two decades of misery. His love was fine with him having another love, and when you confessed to also feeling your heart bleeding for him the same way he did for you, the gates of heaven opened for him again. 

“I don’t know. I mean, we’ve never even talked about it. Maybe it’s not something you’re okay with.” You shrugged your shoulders, biting your lip in the nervous tick he had learned to recognize. 

“It’s not as if we’ve shagged enough to bring it up, love.”

It was true. Intimacy had been brought up a few weeks before, and it had been slow paced for both your sakes. After all, both yours and Haymitch’s only experience came from the abuse suffered at the Capitol. And he had never made love to Lenore Dove, too innocent and pure back then to think of it. It was new, and it took a while to feel comfortable in such positions again. 

But he craved you. The more you shared with him, the more his selfish ass wanted to claim. The sweet sounds you made, how your body reacted to his touch, the plump flesh of your lips. And he had been wondering how you tasted for a while now, his cock painful against his pants at the thought of his tongue on you late at night. 

“Yeah, I know,” you sighed, looking up at him sheepishly. He found it funny, how fierce and sassy you were most of the time, and how shy you became at any mention of sex. “But maybe we should start putting on the table things we would like to try.”

“Okay, why not.” Haymitch nodded, lips pressing in a thin line. “I would like to taste you. So I’m in with you riding my face, love.”

“Oh,” you mumbled, not expecting him to agree so easily.

Haymitch smirked at your bashful expression, eyes straying to the geese outside the window, wandering around the meadows. 

“Anything else?” he pressed, reclining in his seat with a manspread that had you eyeing him hungrily with a mix of longing. 

“Um, not for the moment. And you?”

Haymitch shook his head, one of his hands rubbing his stubble absentmindedly. “Let’s start with that. We can add one at a time. Sounds good?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, your attention shifting back to the embroidery in your hands. 

It wasn’t until a week later that it happened. Haymitch and you had been invited to a small festival by the new District 12 town to celebrate an old festivity lost to Snow’s reign of terror. You had been wearing a tight red dress, so tight it left little to the imagination. 

You didn’t get to leave the house at all.

Before opening the door, Haymitch pressed your front against the wooden surface, hands roaming your hips and ass, squeezing for dear life. “Damn, love. Nice dress,” he whispered in your ear, nibbling at the lobe before licking his way down to your neck. 

“Put it on just so you could take it off,” you sighed, tilting your head to the right to give him more access to your skin, which he nipped and kissed while his hands grabbed your thighs. 

“Is that right? At least won’t feel bad when I tear it apart,” he chuckled, turning you around and kissing your lips harshly.

It was hungry, desperate. His lips pressed almost forcefully against yours, tongue already licking your lower lip for access. Your tongues intertwined, teeth clashing, breathing ragged through your noses while your hands found leverage on his shoulders. His stubble scratched pleasantly against your soft skin, tender to the touch afterwards. 

His hands clenched to your waist, pushing you harder against his chest, fisting your dress as much as he could, as if trying to melt the fabric with the warmth of his hands. 

You pulled apart to breathe, a thread of saliva still connecting your lips to his. His were plump, swollen and angry red, surely as his tip would be if you pulled down his pants at that very moment with how hard you felt him against your thigh. So handsome, so ethereal. 

“Dumbstruck already, sweet girl? Have barely touched you and you already look prettily fucked,” Haymitch teased, licking your lips playfully. It did nothing to hide his wrecked state. 

“Don’t get too cocky, old man. Let’s see if you can keep up tonight, huh?”

Haymitch’s chest rumbled with an animalistic growl. Suddenly, you were lifted in his arms bridal style. You squealed, grabbing his shoulders harder at the lack of stability, your boyfriend just snickering at you. 

If he didn’t look so breathtakingly hot, you would have slapped his chest. 

He kissed you again, as desperate as before, swallowing your pathetic whimpers as he brought you upstairs to your shared bedroom. He didn’t pull away until he lowered you on the floor, to which you arched a brow, breathless and hazy.

“No mattress?”

“How am I supposed to take this dress off if you’re laying your ass down on the bed, dumbass?” He snorted at your narrowed eyes, chuckling when you swatted his bicep. “Alright, alright, no need to get violent. C'mere.”

With one hand, he held your cheek as if you were the most precious thing his eyes had ever laid upon, lips grazing your jaw down to your neck again, sucking and leaving love bites in its wake. You gripped his forearms, feeling your knees weak. His other hand pulled down the zipper on your back slowly, savouring the way the clothing fell down from your shoulders to your chest, leaving the valley of your breasts in sight for him.

Haymitch licked his lips, already craving the feeling of your tits in his mouth and hands, wanting to feel the weight of them. In less than a second, your dress was ripped to the floor. You gasped, both for the aggressive rush and for the cold air of the room caressing your mostly naked skin. 

“So pretty,” Haymitch groaned, lips attaching to the visible skin of your right breast, his hands fighting against the hook clumsily. 

You couldn’t help but whine in need, grabbing his hair and guiding him down to your nipple once he successfully tossed your holder away somewhere in the room. His warm breath and hot tongue contrasted with the cooler ambience of the room, so sweet and pleasant on your skin. 

You tossed your head back, sighing at his ministrations. Haymitch now licked your other breast, hand playing with your right nipple and fondling the flesh. It was paradise, his touch almost reverent. The sting of his stubble grounding you to the moment.

Trying to feel his skin, you started unbuttoning his shirt, which had so nicely stuck to his sexy dad bod. Haymitch was a forty-three year old alcoholic, in no way shaped like you had seen him on his games more than two decades before. But, if you had to be honest, he looked better than ever in your eyes. 

His shirt joined your discarded clothing, along with your panties not too long after, and your hands roamed over his hairy chest and liquor belly, wanting nothing more than to lick it. However, Haymitch had grabbed your hair and leaned to kiss you once more, walking you backwards until your knees hit the bed.

He laid you both down, turning so you were on top of him. To say you were confused was an understatement, but you didn’t waste time to pepper his neck and chest in kisses and bites.

“Wait, love,” Haymitch breathed, pulling you up to face him by your forearms. At your lustful eyes, pupils wide and consuming your beautiful irises, he hissed; heart hammering in his chest when you tilted your head in confusion again. “I want you to sit on my face.”

You almost choked on your breath, a moan leaving your parted lips in an unwilling display of desire. “Really?”

Haymitch grasped both your cheeks softly, pecking your lips over and over again. “Yeah,” he sighed. “Ride my face, pretty thing.”

He helped you up, worshipping your body on your way to the head of the bed. You could feel your hands sweating and your lungs constricting in nervousness. What if he didn’t like your taste? What if you smelled? You were definitely not depilated like the women back at the Capitol, and for the first time in your life you feared your hair. Maybe he didn’t like it.

But all fears disappeared when you heard his groan as you straddled his head. You could barely see his eyes, but the grey of them was focused entirely on your wet entrance, clenching around nothing and waiting for his mouth to alleviate the ache. 

“You’re so fucking perfect, sweet girl. Need your pussy on me, darling. Need to taste you.” His voice was hoarse in lust, deeper than you had ever heard him speak. 

That was all you needed to lower yourself to his awaiting mouth with the aid of his hands on your hips, and your core immediately had his tongue licking a stripe up to the hood of your clit. You spasmed, moaning loudly and placing your hands on the headboard to support your point of gravity. 

He groaned, clenching his hands around the flesh of your hips. “For fuck’s sake, you taste  so fucking good,” he moaned. Haymitch. Moaned. Haymitch had moaned! It only fueled you farther, moving slowly up and down his mouth, his stubble pinching the inner of your thighs and your rear in a painful, pleasant scratch. Tomorrow your skin would be sore for sure. 

His thumbs came up to lift the hood of your clit, his tongue twirling around it and sucking it into his mouth. Jolts of pleasure cursed down your spine, your nails holding to the headboard for dear life, your things and knees trembling as a finger entered you and pumped in and out of you in rhythm with his hot mouth on your clit.

"Haymitch! P-please, don't —ah!—, don't stop!"

When you thought it couldn’t get any better, he pulled away slightly to blow cold air on your core, which had you screaming and squirming in his grasp. He just chuckled, the rumbling of his lips a blessing as his tongue returned to your entrance, replacing his finger.

In a swift motion, you rubbed your clit against his nose. Your eyes rolled back, hips moving faster, riding his face as he had basically pleaded. Oh, how much you had dreamed of that crooked and big nose of him on you. It continued rubbing your bundle of nerves, tongue switching between thrusting in and out and licking your juices. His hands now squeezing your ass, fondling the tender flesh.

It didn’t take long for the familiar knot at the pit of your stomach to form, coiling deliciously. You could feel your throat going sore from how loud Haymitch’s mouth was making you moan. One of your hands came down to grab his locks, and Haymitch groaned again against your pussy, tongue as deep in you as he could master. 

A slap to your ass and his nose rubbing circles to your clit was enough for black spots to form in your sight, pleasure cursing from the very inside of your core to the tip of your fingertips, your orgasm crashing you like a wave to the rocks. Your thighs clenched so hard around his head you feared you were going to crush his skull. One of his hands came up to fondle your left breast, thumb and index finger twirling your nipple.

“Cum for me, sweet girl. Cum in my mouth,” Haymitch begged, nose still stimulating the place you needed him most, his tongue following to lap at your juices as you came hard in his mouth. Your body spasmed on top of him, toes curled and thighs pressed against his ears painfully. 

You could barely keep your hips moving without collapsing, and when his licking became too much for your overstimulated pussy, you pulled away and sat on the pillow next to Haymitch’s head, both of you trying to regain your breathings and composure. You looked down at him, and you moaned at the sight. His eyes were lustful, and his chin was covered in your cum and spit, hair sprayed over the pillow. His forehead was furrowed in strain, the fine lines carved in his face over the years painting the picture in brighter colours.

It was an image you would keep safely guarded in your memories for the rest of your life, how beautiful your man looked with his face ridden. Overwhelmed with affection, you leaned down to kiss his lips, tasting yourself on his lips and swallowing his grateful whimper.

“How was it?” he succeeded in asking, breathing still ragged.

“Amazing,” you admitted, laying down next to him, hands coming up to clean his chin tenderly, to which he smirked triumphantly. “I mean it! Best orgasm ever.”

He huffed a laugh, chest going up and down rapidly. “Good to know, because I want you on my face again.”

You chuckled until you noticed the serious look in his grey eyes, and your smile dropped immediately. “Like, right now?”

He nodded, smiling mischievously at you. Hell, he was going to kill you of overstimulation. 

No need to say, Haymitch became addicted to you riding his face every working day.

[481mclarg]

hii can I request a Charles Leclerc x male reader with fake dating au(imagine + smau)

✶ The exes' revenge.

┈─ He looks at you like you're his entire world.

★ Charles Leclerc × Male Reader

☆ Fake dating (& I added a little friends to lovers) || Imagine + SMAU.

★ Face claim: none, but I'm using photos of couples I found on Pinterest.

Warning: —

« K » This was inspired by the synopsis of "Heartbreak Boys" by Simon James Green. I didn't read the book, but I read some synopsis of mlm fake dating for inspiration.

I also changed some details of my smau aesthetic & added ig stories. I hope yall like it. It's really funny to edit

I'm kinda nervous about this one, so I hope yall enjoy :)

          You had known Charles for a while, and of course, his dating history. Both those public relationships and those no one outside his inner circle ever knew about.

          You knew his girlfriend, too; and they knew your ex. Monaco is really small.

          So it shouldn't have surprised you that when she broke up with Charles, she started dating your ex, right?

          Well, but it did.

          For the first time, Charles told you about how a breakup affected him. You weren't sure if it was because your exes now connected you or because that he wasn’t the one who decided to end the relationship affected him. Either way, you were there to listen to him. After all, you were friends, and even he had had to be a spectator to some of your monologues dedicated to your now-ex.

          The photos they posted were subtle; someone else wouldn't be able to guess who they were; but you, who knew them well, had no doubt that they were having multiple dates on beaches, intimate dinners, trips...

          You weren't going to lie, it was starting to affect you a little to see how your ex seemed much happier now.

          Although it wasn't on purpose, Charles made comments that brought back that insecurity and jealousy. You also wanted someone to brag about again.

          Perhaps that was why Charles managed to convince you relatively easily to pretend to be a couple. A childish and somewhat dumb attempt to show that you had gotten over them and were happy too.

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youruser: Wonderful weekend 🤍

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usertwo: the cap !! so this IS the guy from his stories

↳ userthree: just his stories ??? the guy on his highlights !

↳ userfour: HIGHLIGHTS CALLED 🤍 !!!

userfive: is this muh luh muh ?

usersix: okay, but who's he?

↳ userseven: apparently, Charles new bf

↳ usereight: they're friends

↳ usernine: I mean, Charles usually dates his friends, so...

↳ userten: 💀💀💀

↳ usereleven: tbh, this is just weird. their exes r also dating, I think...

↳ usertwelve: They were friends before, now they seem like something more

          People weren't surprised when they saw Charles in a new relationship.

          It only caught their attention when it became clear that you were different from his previous partners. Something that didn't matter to you, although you insisted that Charles should think carefully about what you were going to do so as not to reveal anything that he wasn't ready to make public yet.

          At first, you were practically models. You make the most of the time you already shared as friends to take photos that would go straight to your social media accounts.

          Then, you started thinking about races. It would be weird if his partner didn't attend to the races, so he made sure you had the corresponding paddock passes for every race you wanted and could go to.

          Then it got to the point where it was rare for the two of you not to be together. Sometimes, you would just stay up late talking via text or calls, regardless of the different time zones, waiting for one of you to fall asleep first or spending time with each other before bed.

          What used to be staged photoshoots became an everyday occurrence that you sometimes even forgot to capture.

          The sweet nicknames you used only when people were around you began to slip at times when no one else was around.

          The "good luck kiss," that touch of lips you gave each other in the garage when the cameras focused on you, was no longer just a touch of lips, nor did you need it to be captured by any camera.

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userthirteen: No wait they are actually so cute

userfourteen: I love you both😭

userfifteen: So, is this really real?

charles_leclerc: 🤍❤️

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youruser: What should I wear to the next race? Red, white, and black? White, red, and black? Black, red, and white? ❣️

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          The line between what was real and what was acted no longer existed. At first, you didn't care; you were just enjoying the moment, perhaps deluding yourself that you were still putting on a performance.

          The truth of your feelings hit you after the Monza Grand Prix.

          More than ten months of your "lie," almost five months since you hadn't thought about your exes, about three months of "acting" even when you were alone in your hotel room.

          That weekend, you could blame it on the atmosphere that embraced you warmly, filling the air with shouts of excitement; or even on the fact that Charles managed to win the race in a season that hadn't been easy for Ferrari.

          You could come up with any excuse, but the fact is that you were the first person Charles looked for when he got out of the car, kissing you right there.

          Surrounded by people and cameras, knowing it would be part of the official broadcast, yes; but it was such an intimate moment. You could even ignore the shouting of the mechanics surrounding you or the other drivers waiting to congratulate Charles.

          You'd never had a kiss as genuine as that.

          Charles couldn't think of anyone else he'd want by his side to share that moment. That moment, and all the future wins in his career.

          The wins, the low streaks, the DNFs, the winter breaks… Shit, this is serious.

          When he stepped onto the podium, you both realized it was time for them to talk.

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youruser: Now I'm running a daycare ...😴

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youruser: his ass is not reading

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          You two definitely didn't start your relationship in a typical way, nor for the best reasons, but having overcome any feelings of resentment or jealousy, and discovering those new feelings that the other generated in each one, you two knew that you could continue your relationship.

          A genuine relationship.

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youruser: Our anniversary may be a bit confusing, but you manage to make me feel the luckiest person in the world ❤️

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charles_leclerc: My plan wasn't as bad as we thought, I guess 😘 Je t'aime, mon amour

↳ youruser: No, it really sucked, actually.

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481MCLARG | 21 . 04 . 2025 | CORREGIDO

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Miseria - Sneak peak 2

AN: Still feeling the effects from my concussion but I'm doing much better than before. I can't write anything linear but I have so many scenarios for each love interest that I've been writing snippets before I forget about them and thought I'd share one for each. Order of release will depend on which one I finish but I'm trying for that to be Zayne's.

As always, the following works have themes of obsession, murder, angst, abuse and more. Do not interact if these bother you. Even if some may not seem like it, all the versions are going to be dark. There are no happy endings here, for you that is, the love interests will get theirs.

Disclaimer: This is not what I think of the love interests at all, even as yanderes. It's all just indulgence.

Zayne x Doctor!Reader

You wait for the butterflies but you feel…nothing. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a man but your heart doesn’t race, you don’t sweat and you don’t even feel nervous when his gaze meets yours in the crowd.

Did his eyes linger or are you just being delusional? 

He goes back to the lecture, not looking at you again.

Yup, delusional. 

You don’t have time to be disappointed in your lack of feelings as you get swept up in his lecture. He’s a genius, the way he weaves his words and presents them have you hanging off the edge of your seat. His findings are revolutionary. This is the man you want to work under, the one you want as a mentor. He’s the only one capable of sending you to great heights.

If only you realised the opposite of that is also true.

Rafayel x Opera Singer!Reader

Siren:

You’re welcome!  Enjoy your time with her ;) My services as a wingwoman don’t come cheap, Mr Rafayel!

He lets out a laugh. There’s a serene smile on his face as he texts back.

Rafayel:

but I dun remember hiring you? i see this is how the great Siren makes her money

Siren:

Well, now I have to kill you. Can’t have you telling my secrets. Shame.  I quite liked you. 

He’s about to respond when his attention gets diverted by a hand waving in his face. “Earth to Rafayel!” his bride smiles at him. “I’ve been calling your name for a while. What’s got you so distracted?” Her question leaves him speechless. In what world did he subconsciously ignore her like that? At the dumbfounded look on his face, the woman before him smiles even larger. “Were you texting [Name]? It was her, wasn’t it?” Why does she look so giddy?

“What makes you think it was her?”

She rolls her eyes, like he should already know the answer. Unfortunately, he’s very out of the loop.

“Because only she makes you smile like that, duh.” She lets out a giggle at the astonishment shining on his face. “You seriously didn’t notice? You get all relaxed and dopey when she’s around. Like a puppy!”

Her voice fades into the background as she rambles on, all of it about examples of the behaviour he’s been exhibiting around you. It’s all too much. Too much for him to deal with.

Because she’s right. About all of it. 

He examines every single moment with you in his mind, analysing them all under a microscope. Why didn’t he realise it sooner?

Bile rests in his throat as he looks at the woman in front of him. She’s still talking, unaware of the turmoil she’s left him in. Even though she holds no affection for him in this life, even though she’s happy to picture him with someone else, he’s not. Guilt has always been a companion, always lingering in the background but right now it’s front and centre. Shame washes through him, he’s betrayed the woman he loves (loved?). 

Sylus x Waitress(?) Reader

*Still not sure what role I want reader to have, at first I was considering her being a waitress at Elysium but then I also wanted her to have her own restaurant in Linkon. Let me know what you would like

“I don’t know what more you want from me,” each word becomes more difficult to say than the last. The blockage in your throat from the tears prevents any more. 

You’re so tired of this. Why should you keep being punished for something you never had fault in?

The bruises around your neck throb in reminder of what he’s capable of. A sick part of you wishes he finished the job instead of torturing you like this.

“I never sought you out, Sylus. I kept my distance. I-I was more than happy to see you live your life,” you plead with the man in front of you. “You’re the one that kept coming back. Just leave me alone, what more do I have to do?”

His hand clenched into a fist at the sight of the crying woman in front of him. Each whimper from her mouth strikes him in the heart. His eyes fall on the shades of green and blue decorating her neck.

There are two parts of him fighting for control. The saner one which felt shame at the hurt he inflicted upon her and the other one that felt delight at marking what’s his. Until those bruises heal, every day she has to live with him in mind, never escaping him.

He doesn’t want to admit which side won.

She yelps in fright when he lurches forward and grasps her wrist, she flinches as their eyes meet, leaving a sick feeling inside him. It’s too late to make it all better. She’ll never forgive him and she’s right to do so, he’ll go lower.

“Be mine,” he growls, pulling her closer into his chest, his head lowered to speak into her ear. “That’ll be your punishment. For the rest of your wretched life, you’ll be spending it with me.”

MC (Mara) x Professor! Reader

You don’t hesitate to race toward the crying child. You tackle him to the floor, your entire body covering him. When the nails connect with your back, a flash of white hits you. When you come back to the present, there’s a loud shriek penetrating the air. It takes a second to realise it’s from you.

Biting your lip to keep it in, you pick yourself and the child up and you run. But you can feel the blood escaping out of you, your vision becomes blurry and the screams of and roars around you dilute due to the ringing in your ears. You’re not going to make it, you’re not fast enough but you can still save the child. With a painful grunt, you push the child and scream at him to run. He does.

You don’t have time to process anything when you’re roughly pushed back onto the floor. Your head hits the floor with a loud thud. The wanderer looms over you, you stare at your executioner right back in the eye. It only agitates it even more.

With a roar, it plunges its claw into your abdomen. 

You don’t really know what happens after that. Each time you blink, the image before you changes. The wanderer looks back at something and charges at it. Then, there’s nothing in front of you. When you open your eyes again, there’s a human face above you. You can’t make out any details but you think they’re trying to speak to you. 

“Professor…?”

A warm hand cradles your face and you realise just how cold you’ve become, you push your head in further desperate for heat. They seem to be shaking you but your eyes don’t open back up the next time you blink.

“No, no, no,” she pleads. “Professor, you have to keep your eyes open,” she grips your shoulders tight, shaking you. It does nothing. Mara cradles your limp body in her arms. “Why are you so pale, [Name]?”

[Name].

Why aren’t you breathing?

Xavier x Vice Captain!Reader

The boy before you seems to be sulking about something. 

You examine him carefully, i-is he pouting?!?

“What’s with you, Xavier?”

He’s quiet for a while, blinking those big blue eyes at you, resembling a kicked puppy. Fuck, he’s cute.

“Why do you do it for everyone else but not me?” Now, it feels like you kicked this puppy yourself. Damn, he’s really good at playing with people. 

“Do what?”

His hand cups yours and brings it up to his head, maneuvering your palm up and down his head. “You give them all headpats so easily but no matter how well I do, I’ve never received one. Why is that?”

He doesn’t put your hand back down instead he keeps it in his, rubbing gently on the skin there. 

“Oh? Sorry, Xavier. I never realised. I’ll do it from now on.”

His eyes narrow and you gulp. You might be his superior but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s much older and stronger than you’ll ever be. The safety of that fact is only for the MC, it’ll never be for you. Standing before you is a man who could end your life in mere seconds, most of which would be spent wiping the blood off his blade. 

“But the intent would be different, it wouldn’t be earned,” he flips your hand over, finger gently tracing over the lines on your palm but you’d be a fool not to notice the grip he has on you. “And it doesn’t change the fact that you handed it out so easily to others, many of them didn’t even deserve it.”

Should I just kill them all, [Name]?

[thecowboyfiles]

Uh hiii 😝 first time asking you something kinda nervous (jk I am NOT nervous at all)

Sooo how are you doing this nice day/night? I was wondering if you would do something with Bob Floyd! I am an absolute sucker for aftercare so maybe shit was getting real rough 😏 like reader had a rough day and was lowkey becoming super bratty and needed to be put in check and Bob obvi has no problems with that and then like the aftercare is super sweet and fluffy!

(Love your works btw- you have been feeding my obsession 😣) Also! If you need more info or anything just lmk!!

-> Hi I'm doing so good!! I'm feeling better than I have in MONTHS which you can probably tell by the amount that i've been writing in the last few days. Lol Thanks for the request! I'm so happy you're here 🥰 <-

You love Bob's friends, you really do, the daggers were becoming a real family and that made you - by extension - part of the family too. The thing was... you hadn't seen Bob in three weeks so when he said he wanted to spend the night out at the hard deck, you were more than a little disappointed and even a little annoyed. If Bob wanted a night out instead of a night in, fine, but you intended to have fun too.

By the time you got home, you knew what you were in for. The car ride home had been filled with so much tension that you almost choked on it. Even the quiet click of the door behind you made you tense up.

"You were quite the brat tonight, my love. Did you know that?" Bob asks, not stepping forward by standing tall with his back against the door.

Now, you turn around to face him. "Was I?" You ask, voice raised an octave and eyelashes batting. "That's not what I would call it."

"No?" Bob tries to frown but you can see the way his mouth twitches, he's trying to hold back a smirk. "What would you call it then, sweetheart? Bending over the bar like you kept doing, Your perfect ass on display for every single Navy man in there to ogle at. Then, just for good measure I assume, you refused to sit in your own seat and kept grinding that same perfect ass against me.”

"Well I had to get your attention somehow, Bobby." you explain, a slightly childish whine in your tone. "I haven't seen you in so long and you made me share you with all those flyboys tonight," you pout.

Bob hums like he's actually considering your argument, but he shakes his head anyway. “You know what happens to bratty little girls, don't you?"

Now it was your turn to smirk, not even trying to look innocent anymore. “They get spankings,” you bite at your lip.

“That’s right, now strip and get over my knee,” He doesn’t give you anymore direction but he moves now, to sit on the edge of your bed, still fully clothed. Bob wasn’t taking it easy on you this evening. The slaps to your bare ass came hard and fast. He didn’t stop until the skin was red and he was sure that you were crying. Sniffling and pathetic, tears dripping onto his khaki uniform.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” He asks, pausing in his punishment.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, i’ll be good, I promise.” You sniffle, hiccuping over your own breaths.

“Oh you’re saying all the right words, my love, but… I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson just yet.”

That’s how you ended up face down, ass up on your own bed, screaming and slobbering on your own pillow with your boyfriend driving into you so hard there was sure to be hip shaped bruises on your ass. Bob didn’t stop until you had cum at least three times and left your whole body trembling. Then, things started to calm.

Bob is gentle as he pulls out of you, more focused on your shaking limbs than the demands that was leaking out of your pulsing cunt. “You did so good, sweetheart, you’re such a good girl. I’m gonna go get a warm cloth to clean you up, but i’m gonna come right back. I’m not leaving you, i’m just going across the hall to the bathroom, okay?”

All you can manage is a soft grunt in response. In certain cases, Bobby would make you use your words, but tonight had been a lot, so he takes your grunt, rubbing his hand up and down your thigh before he leaves.

Just as he promised, Bob was back in a matter of seconds with a warm, wet cloth. He makes his way back to the bed, wiping down your sweaty skin as gently as he can. As soon as you’re clean, he climbs into bed and pulls you into him. “How are you doing, Love?”

You peel your eyes open, just enough to look at him. “I feel good,” you answer this time but your words are slightly slurred, “Was I a good girl?”

“Oh, you were the best, sweet girl, you’re always so good.” He takes a moment to run his fingers through your hair and kiss your forehead. “My perfect girl.”

-> I’m sorry if this wasn’t enough smut for you, i’m still pretty new to writing it and I wanted to focus on the aftercare. 😅 I hope you enjoyed! <-