#hes depressed but that's not an excuse to be a dick

[teekaa-two]

Oh man, this week is going to suck. I've had a big fight with my dad. Basically, my mom, who passed away a year ago, is all he cared about. Now, he wants to stay in his room and do nothing and be responsible for no one. He wants me to become mom and do all the work of the house, and then he'll say he "helps" by doing nothing.

Told him fuck that. He is a dick and this isn't working. So I'm getting prepared to get kicked out. Since the house was supposed to be mine, but if he is going to be a dick, then I've no idea what he's going to do. So I need to be prepared for anything.

This is all just so exhausting... and tiring. Well, my therapist is about to make her money.

[artisticmenace]

ive got the embarassed sim moodlet and for what

[kamitv]

▷ Someone Else?

Sypnosis . What happens when they find out you have a friend that’s a little too comfortable with you. / Pairings . (Separate) Nanami Kento x f!reader, Gojo Satoru x f!reader, Toji Fushiguro x f!reader, Choso Kamo x f!reader. / Content . afab!reader, possessiveness, toxic men, rough sex, reader is oblivious to someone flirting with her, praise, overstim, degrading, non-curse au, dirty talk, filth, mention of squirting, spitting, etc. / wc . 7.8k

A/N: Nanami lovers are about to eat GOOD with this one & writing this cured my depression abt Choso. This is based on this anon req btw; JJK men finding out about a close male friend— not proofread, there may be a lot of errors… [MDNI]

★ Choso Kamo

“Mine, mine, mine, mine,” Is just about all Choso could grunt against your lips as he fucked you down into the mattress. “You understand that, no? You’re all mine, princess.”

Panting heavily, nails scraping at his back, pussy stuffed full of cum that was dripping out and down onto the bed so messily— Choso had you ruined all because he found out you had some guy friend who may have flirted with you today.

“Fuckin’ answer me,” Choso groans. His lips are right against yours, cock buried inches deep into your cunt as your legs remained sprawled out for him.

“Y-Yes, C-Choso-, fuck!” You moan into the air, eyes watering at how rough your husband was being with you.

His head tipped to the side, “Who the fuck did that guy think he was, huh? Flirting with you like you’re not my goddamn wife.”

“C-Choso, p-please-,”

“Please what?” He growls, voice just as rough as his thrusts were with you, “Told’ you I didn’t like that guy months ago.”

Your jaw simply hands open, eyes hardly on your lover above you, “M’sorry.”

Choso scoffs, “I know you are. You should be.” He huffs as his balls slap against your skin with each thrust.

Panting, you gasp out his name, “Choso…” You utter just as a big pout pulls at your lower lip, eyes doe-like as you gaze up at the man.

He cocks his head to the side and his eyes narrow at him, his dick twitching wildly inside you, “Don’t fuckin’ pouttt,” He coos, “Y’let that guy hug you like that today ‘nd you thought I was gonna be okay with that?”

You shake your head and a whine slips out, “N-No, but-“

“Shut up. I wasn’t done talkin’.” Choso cuts off meanly, rolling his eyes afterward, “Months I’ve been tellin’ you to distance yourself from him and yet here we are...” His body presses into yours and you whimper, feeling his hands grip your thighs tight enough to leave marks.

“Choso.” You call out, as if that’ll give you a second to escape him.

He holds back a whine that nearly escapes his throat due to how pretty you looked beneath him. Even upset with you, his cock pulsed and throbbed inside you by the mere sight of you whimpering below him.

“Fuck, I love you baby but damn,” He almost smiles at you, “I thought we talked about this?”

You take a deep breath, “W-We did, I just-“

Choso’s cock hits in deep, pelvis smacking against you constantly, “If you make another excuse for him m’gonna stop,” He tells you, hips slowing for only a second.

“N-No. Don’t stop, please.” You beg before moving your arms to wrap tighter around his neck and tug him closer.

“Mmmh,” He pouts to mock you but can’t deny the fact that the way you tugged him closer to you has his mind growing hazy for a second, “Don’t stop?” Choso asks.

He continues to slow down anyway, not yet coming to a halt but thrusts turning languid and listening to how your pussy messily slicks up his skin.

“Please, Cho, m-m’close.” You whisper, eyes silently begging him.

“Are you?” Choso questions, voice deeper than ever as he smirks, “Y’gonna cum f’me again? Wet up my cock so I can send that asshole a picture ‘nd show him whose dick you’re beggin’ for every night? Huh?”

Your back arches up off the bed a bit and your legs begin to cage around Choso’s waist, “Hahh, mmgh, t-that’s so… mean, Cho,” You whine in response, pouting again as your eyes water.

His pace had picked back up and you were being fucked into the mattress, a filthy mess of cum dripping down onto the bed below where the two of you were connected.

“Mean?” Choso echoes, the coldness of the wedding ring he’s got on his finger pressing further into your legs and making you shudder, “Baby… I can show you mean.”

You slide a hand up into his hair and pull his face closer to yours, attempting to kiss him, “Choso…”

He avoids your little gesture and teases you with a smile as he pulls up a little, “I could send him a video.”

“Choso please,” You frown at your husband’s sudden suggestion.

His dripping tip knocks against the hilt of your cunt, stuffing you full over and over before he finally let out a sigh, “Tch, fine. I won’t,” Choso hums, leaning closer to your face just like you originally wanted him to before whispering, “But don’t let me catch you around him again, okay?”

You nod and your eyes drop to his lips, “Okay.”

“Mh,” Choso hums against you as he finally gives you a slight kiss, feeling how you whine at the loss of the gentle contact when he pulls away, “Now tell me you love me, baby.”

You’re saying it faster than you could even process, “I love you, Cho.”

Oh his entire body reacts to that— hips drawing back, tip teasing your folds for a moment as he taunts you, “Yeah?”

“Mhmmm,” You hum eagerly.

His head tips to the side and he smirks, angling himself so that his cockhead bumps up against your clit, “How much?”

“Love you s’much,” You mumble, a slight whines leaving your throat after.

“Aww, do you? Y’love me so much?” Choso coos. His voice was as deep as ever but soft with you nonetheless before he moves his lips to your ear and shifts his cock back down to your twitching hole. Easing himself back in, “Or do you jus’ love gettin fucked like this?” Choso whispers.

The delicious stretch his cock created as it pushed back inside you had you gasping, “B-Both.”

“Both, huh?” Choso scoffs and his lips press against the shell of your ear, “Fuckin’ slut.”

Then he’s dragging his hips back and rutting them down into you with haste, listening to how each thrust makes you gasp and moan. You were so cute when you couldn’t handle him.

Your nails scratched at his scalp and his upper back, leaving bright red marks on his skin and making him hiss. Bulging cock sinking in and out of you so hard that all you could do was hold onto him and moan.

“H-Hhgnn…” You cry out— cunt tightening around him and earning a deep groan.

“Fuuuck, almost forgot you love that,” Choso huffs, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk, “Y’like it when I’m mean t’you, huh?”

“Ah, mgh, y-yeah,” Your voice comes in a sultry whimper and Choso groans again with how tight your pussy was clinging onto his cock, sucking him in deeper than he could handle.

His breath grows hot against your ear, “S’that why you let him hug you? You wanted to piss me off?” Thrusting harder and harder with his questions, your eyes begin to roll back.

“M-Maybe,” You manage to respond with a fucked-out smile taking over your expression.

“Maybe? Fuck, you’re so cute, baby.” Choso purrs, “If you wanted me to fuck you like I hate you and call you a slut, all you had to do was ask.”

And then he’s doing just as he’s described— plump cockhead abusing your sweet spot by hitting it over and over, “H-Hahh, ah, nngh, t-that’s-, fuck, e-embarrassing Cho.”

Choso chuckles, “Askin’ for me to do somethin’ I’ve done before during sex isn’t embarrassing, baby. Y’know I’ll do anything you ask of me.”

You start pouting all over again, babbling an “M’sorry,” Without really understanding why you’re still apologizing.

“Mhm. Prove it by squirtin’ on me again,” Choso tells you before moving to sit up. He then tugs your thighs over his and fuck does the tip of his dick make you see stars for a second as he repositions himself slightly.

His hands grip onto your hips and he continues his rough pace like it’s nothing, hair disbelieved with a few dark stands sticking to his forehead.

“Cho,” You say in attempt to convince him to slow down for a moment.

Unfortunately for you, your voice only drives him crazier. You were so whiney, it caused blood to rush to the head of his cock and his balls to ache— everything about you was intoxicating.

“I’ll send your lil’ friend a picture of these messy ass sheets afterward, ‘kay?” Choso pants, lips parting as he releases a slight moan from your pussy dripping all over him. Such a messy girl you were, not that he’d prefer you any other way.

“Choso.” You manage almost sternly, sending him a pointed look.

He pouts and decides to play innocent as if his cock wasn’t currently tearing you apart, “Don’t scold me, I gotta do something, baby.”

Rolling your eyes, you reach a hand down and graze his pelvis— making a fail of an attempt at pushing him away, “S’not nice.”

Choso snaps his hips forward as if to make a point and fuck his frustrations right into you, “Good thing m’not tryin’ to be fuckin’ nice then, right?”

★ Nanami Kento

Who swears he was never a jealous man. He's seen the way people look at you time and time again and never has he batted an eye-- why would he? Nanami's confident in himself enough to know that no other man would come in and steal your heart the way he has.

And such confidence remained up until today.

After a long day of work, there's nothing more he wants to come home to than his lovely girlfriend who he's been infatuated with for years now. Yet, today was different.

Walking into the shared apartment, unlike normal, you didn't come running up to him with a hug and a million kisses. Odd, he thought to himself, followed by a call of your name that echoed throughout the home.

"In the kitchen, Ken," You replied back, the sweet sound of your voice making him smile as he puffed out a sigh.

He's not sure where the momentary worry came from but it subsided as he figured you may have been busy with something. As Nanami takes his jacket off, he moves a hand to losen his tie, soon raking a hand through his hair afterward.

The house was awfully quiet, void of sounds of cooking or your voice-- which was, again, odd. Stepping out of his shoes, Nanami steadily makes his way to the kitchen, soon spotting you and feeling a thousand pounds of stress lift off of his shoulders at the mere sight of you.

And in a sundress no less. You were on your phone, fingers tapping away at the screen with a slight smile on your face, your body bent forward against the kitchen counter with your back arched ever so slightly as you stood comfortably.

The sound of footsteps approaching you made you turn your head toward you boyfriend and flash him a loving smile. "Hi Kento, how was work?" You chirped sweetly.

"Fine, my love. How was home?" Nanami replied sweetly as he leaned down to you. A sudden buzz from your phone made you move your gaze and Nanami found himself giving you a slight peck on your lips but your eyes were elsewhere.

Whatever was on your phone must've been quite intriguing. "Home was wonderful. I did some cleaning today so..." You trail off and Nanami just gazes at you as your words fade away.

His brows begin to push together, "So...?"

You blink a few times, fingers tapping away at your screen yet again, "So uh," Trying to focus on both your boyfriend and the male you were texting at the same time was proving to be rather difficult for you.

Hence why Nanami sighs heavily and moves a hand to your back, caressing you gingerly, "Everything alright, love?"

You nod, "Mhm... Sorry about that, Ken. What was I saying again?" You ask as you turn to him with curious eyes.

He gazes at you, wondering how your attention could be so diverted. This was unusual coming from you but he shrugs it off, "You were telling me about how you cleaned up today?"

"Oh! Yes, I was gonna say I felt rather productive today," You finally get out before, again, turning away and to your phone.

Nanami nods his head, "I see. Is there something going on, sweetheart?"

You chuckle, "What? No, why?"

For a moment, your boyfriend does nothing more than watch how consumed you are by the conversation taking place through text on your phone. "You seem awfully distracted, is all," He sighs.

"Ohhh, no," You smile, "It's just this coworker of mine was wondering why I didn't show up today and then he and I-"

"He?" Nanami echoes aloud mistakenly. He hadn't meant to voice that, it was more of a thought.

Slowly, your head turns to your boyfriend yet again and despite the smile on your face, your brows push together and your expression is skeptical, "Yes, Kento, he. Is that an issue?"

"No, of course not," Nanami shakes his head before glancing off to the side with a shrug, "I just wasn't aware you were so close with any of your male coworkers."

You blink, "I'm really not, it's just him."

For some reason, his heart pangs a bit as you say that, "Just him, huh?" Nanami hums to himself.

"Mhm," You nod. Then, ignoring the clear attitude this has brought on, you turn to your phone and return to your texting.

Steadily, Nanami's eyes trail back over to you and he watches you type before rolling his eyes. He's not even sure why this is bothering him but he then moves to stand behind you, his crotch pressing into your ass as he begins to crave more of your attention.

He's truly not used to it being on anyone else that's not him.

"And what are you two discussing now that's so..." His words trail for a minute, eyes dragging along the slight curve in your back as you remained arched perfectly in such an effortless way, "...Important," Nanami soon finishes with a sharp narrow of his eyes.

"Well, he asked to come over for some reason and I'm not really sure how to respond," You reply honestly as you stare at the most recently received text.

Nanami's head cocks back a bit and he scoffs, "He's asked to come over?"

You nod, "Yes."

There's a pause but then your boyfriend leans forward and you can feel his muscular thighs press into the back of yours as his torso leans over. A hand is placed on the counter beside your waist and you look back over your shoulder to see Nanami nearing you.

His gentle eyes meet yours, "Can I see?"

You grin innocently, having nothing to hide from him whatsoever, "Sure," Handing him your phone, Nanami doesn't hesitate to read the messages exchanged from the past hour or so, seeing that this coworker of yours has be trying to flirt with you for some time now.

"Hm," He hums, "Does he always refer to you as uh," He clicks his tongue and scoffs, "Pretty girl?"

You shrug, "Well, yes and I've asked him to stop-"

"And yet you keep talking to him instead of blocking his number?" Nanami cuts off faster than he means to, eyes flipping up from the phone and to your face.

You flash a sheepish little smile, not exactly understanding the issue here, "I mean, he is my coworker."

For a moment, the two of you just stare at one another. Nanami seems to be bothered but not exactly upset just yet, his brown eyes boring into yours as you have this completely clueless look on your face.

Weighing his head to the side ever so slightly, "...That enjoys flirting with you despite knowing you have a boyfriend?" Nanami finishes your statement for you questionably.

You bat your eyes at him and your brows go up, "W-Well-"

"Y'know what," Nanami places your phone down, "Why don't you invite him over?" He suddenly suggests.

You’re taken all the way back by the sudden statement, giving your boyfriend nothing more than a blank stare before uttering a baffled, "Huh?"

"Tell him he can come over,” He repeats, sliding the phone toward your hands and then moving his own to his belt. There’s a slight shuffle as he unbuckles his belt, the simply clacks making your heart skip a steady beat as you realize where he’s going with this. “I'll should be done by the time he gets here,” Nanami says.

Again, you blink in a confused manner before taking your phone up and doing as he’s just suggested— telling your coworker he can make his way over to you.

After which, you turn off your phone and return your eyes back to your boyfriend whose hands were busy tossing his belt onto the nearby floor. Your eyes then dropped down to his crotch and you swayed your hips to the side a bit to get a better look— spotting the heavy tent in his pants and gulping at the sight.

“Kento…” You hush out, earning a hum from him, “Is everything alright?” Your tone was so very soft and sappy with him, the sound making his heart ache in emotions beyond comprehension.

“Of course, my love,” He replies gently, sending you a quick smile, “I just need you right now, is that okay?”

Your gaze lifts and you meet his pretty brown eyes, lashes fluttering at how handsome he looks standing behind you, “You know that’s okay Ken, I’m all yours.”

He just about forgets the idea of restraint after that statement of yours. Of course he knows you’re all his but hearing it come out of your mouth with zero hesitation even after having another man flirt with you was…

Well, it was reassurance. Reassurance Nanami didn’t realize he enjoyed hearing.

Which is why he has you repeating similar phrases like that within the next few minutes as he fucks you into the kitchen counter.

Hips bruising with the way they were pressed into the counter edge, panties tugged to the side and nearly ripped off of you, back arched like a goddamn slut for your boyfriend, and messy folds stretched open as Nanami pounded his heavy cock into your tight hole— you were soon on cloud nine.

“Repeat that for me love,” Nanami grunts, breath coming out in heavy pants as his hips clash into yours over and over and over again.

You could hardly breathe properly and your mind was all frazzled, nearly everything that came out of your mouth was a moan and yet he still expected you to speak to him.

“K-Kento,” You gasp his name in erotic breathes, “Fuuuck, hahh, I… I said m’all yours,”

A sharper thrust is given in response to you, one of his hands gripping onto the bundled part of your dress at your lower back and the other coming down hard on your ass, “Yeah? All mine to ruin, right?” Nanami huffs out.

All you could do was nod, “Uhuh.” His hips were to damn harsh against your ass, thick cock drilling into your hole despite how lovingly he was speaking to you not too long ago.

“All mine to fuck senseless,” Nanami continues, his aroused tone making your cunt tighten around him.

Your jaw falls open as he starts knocking into that sappy spot inside you, each thrust making your legs quake and the fat of your ass ripple against him, “Yes Ken-, f-fuck.” You stammer, eyes watering and your nails scraping against the counter.

“Oh darling,” He groans, tossing his head back and then moaning at how wet you were for him, how easy it was for his cock to slide in and out and in and out, “Do you have any idea what you to t’me? Huh?” Nanami huffs.

“Mhmm,” You barely whine in response, your body jerking forward with his every mean thrust.

Steadily, he rolls his head back into place, eyes glancing down at the obscene stretch of your pussy lips around the shaft of his cock, “Are you sure? Y’know it upsets me to see another man flirt with you,” He says, voice surprising sturdy despite how well you’re taking him.

“M’sorry Ken,” You’re quick to apologize as if you’ve done something wrong and your boyfriend frowns at you.

“Huh. No need to be sorry, sweetheart,” Nanami coos, and god you feel your legs drawing together at how gentle his tone is with you. “S’not your fault, you didn’t do anything wrong,” He whispers.

Followed by which is the slight shift in his hips, angling his thrusts a little and causing your entire body to twitch below him. Nanami knows every inch of your body like the back of his hand.

How could he not? He’s studied you very closely— hence why the slight shift causes the curve of his cock to just drill into you so hard that you’re seeing stars.

“Mmgh, ahh, hahh, K-Kento,” You whine, your torso beginning to lift from the counter as if to try to escape his thrusts for a moment.

Jaw gone slack, drool slipping out of the corner of your mouth, nails scraping for some kind of hold, and legs shaking as they drew together— you were losing your mind.

“Hm?” Nanami replies so simply, too simply, as if he wasn’t currently fucking the air out of your lungs.

You gasp and your voice grows airy, “Fuck-, oh fuck… m’gonna cum again.”

He tilts his head and smiles, “Again? Aw, you’re so messy for me today,” Nanami says before his hand shifts into the arch of your back and he presses you down onto the counter.

Pinned, you could no longer try and escape his mean thrusts for even a second. Nanami was relentless with you, cock fucking you full, pussy drooling against him, coating his veins— you couldn’t even formulate proper sentences anymore.

“Hhggnh, hahhh, ah, ah…” You moaned loudly with not a single care in the world, eyes rolling back as your cheek pressed into the cold kitchen counter.

“So loud too,” Nanami comments. Then he’s leaning closer to you, cock bottoming you out and making you gasp and whimper.

“Kenn,” Is all you could say for a moment, eyes watering and breath leaving you.

His voice is suddenly next to your ear as his muscular frame leans over yours, “Yes love? I’m right here.” He emphasizes that last word with a deep thrust, making your legs nearly give out for a second.

“I know, I know-,” You babble, trying to pull your head away from his to escape his deep tone in your ear. “Fuck, fuuck, I feel you s’deep.” You whimper again, pouting while trying to catch a moment to breathe.

“Mmhmm, feel me riiight there, huh?” Nanami asks. And god was he right where you wanted him, fat cockhead jerking into your sweet spot and turning your legs into utter mush beneath him.

“Y-Yes, yes, m-mhmm,” Your squeeze shut and a tear rolls down your cheek, heavy pants leaving your throat, “Shit.”

Nanami moves to kiss the crown of your ear lovingly, “Aw, look at you. You close, pretty?”

You’re quick to nod without second thought, “Yes.”

“C’mon then,” His lips move and press against your ear, “Give it to me.”

And then you’re coming undone, repeating his name over and over, “K-Kento, Kento fuck-, Ken.” He loves it too, smiling against your ear as he grunts at the way your cunt throbs and twitches as you cum on his cock.

“Hahh, you sound so pretty moaning my name like that,” He comments before pulling away from your ear, “Look at me while you do it this time,” He utters, earning a steady turn of your head as you angle it back to meet his gaze. Then he smiles at you, hips rolling into you and tip smearing against your gummy walls, “Mhm, thaaat’s it— good girl.”

“Mmh, mmgh!” Your eyes flicker as he slows down to you can really feel him. “Ahh… K-Ken,” You whisper.

His cock aches inside you, “Repeat that, what’s my name?”

Struggling to keep your eyes open, you try your best to maintain eye contact, “Kento.”

“Whose cock are you makin’ a mess on right now?” He questions, tone a but harsh with you as he drags his hips back.

Snapping them forward just as you answer him, you end up stuttering, “Y-Yours Ken.”

“Mhm,” His brows tense as he pulls back yet again. This time, he moves a hand around and grabs ahold of your jaw, tugging your body up off the counter a bit and your face closer to his, “Last question. Who do you belong to, hm?”

“Y-You Kento, m’all yours,” You pant, lips wet with drool and eyes glossy from tears.

All Nanami does is flash a slight smile before he’s rutting his cock right back into you, watching and listening to the way oxygen leaves your lungs, “That’s right. All fuckin’ mine.” Nanami groans, lips nearing yours with the way he pulls you closer to him. Then he’s whispering, “And your little coworkers gonna understand that after today.”

Just before his lips are on yours, you manage a staggered little, “W-What?” In question.

He chuckles, “Oh, you didn’t hear him? He knocked on the door a few minutes ago,” Nanami tells you, watching your entire face twist up as you’re too fucked out to really understand that. “I’m sure he heard you moaning my name…”

★ Toji Fushiguro

“So, you hate me, huh?” Toji dramatically huffs out as soon as the two of you enter your home again.

You groan and stomp off to your shared bedroom, trying to escape your annoyingly jealous husband due to what’s recently occurred. You’re apparently not allowed to be friends with his friends— or at least, not Shiu Kong allegedly.

Toji’s quick to stride into the bedroom behind you, hands stuffed into his pockets as he watches you storm around the room with a smirk on his face. You were so cute when you were annoyed with him.

Tipping his head to the left, his eyes narrow at you snatching your jacket off as you tried to give him the silent treatment, “Not sure why you’re so upset, y’know. I wasn’t the one pressin’ my tits into someone’s face,” He scoffs.

His hands lift out of his pockets and he crosses his arms over his beefy chest, eyes yet to leave your overly annoyed figure standing by the bed.

You send him a pointed glare before openly rolling your eyes at him, letting him know you’re upset.

Toji cocks his head back at the gesture and his brows raise, “Fucks’ your problem, huh? Mad at me ‘cause of somethin’ you did?”

“No, Fushiguro. Leave me alone,” You huff, frustrated frown etching its way across your lips.

“Ohh, now she decides to speak? And she uses our last name to address me too?” Toji’s baffled by your little attitude, a bit entertained, but baffled nonetheless.

You sigh loudly and move to grab your nearest sweatpants, “Leave me alone.”

“Why, huh?” Toji scoffs, “Y’mad about what I said to Shiu?”

Your eyes move to a slow blink before you click your tongue, “Well, seeing as you told him never to come around us again and that I’m, apparently, ‘not his fuckin’ friend’, maybe.”

Toji doesn’t react much to you mocking him and his expression stays relatively the same, “The hell is wrong with my statement?”

“I made a mistake and you took it out on him,” You explain as you tug your sweats on and move to take your shirt off.

“No, you both made a mistake ‘nd I’m takin’ it out on both of you.” Toji corrects. He was a bit more upset than he led on, “Your dumb ass leaned over him for some stupid fuckin’ water bottle and his eyes went to your tits as if it were second nature.”

You grit your teeth, “It was an accident Toji.”

“Nah, fuck that. Accident my goddamn ass, how many times has he looked at you like that, huh?” Your husband suddenly questions, sounding like he was implying something more as he took a step closer to the bed.

Your brows push together and you shrug, “I don’t know-“

“Oh and let’s not forget the way he grabbed your waist to, what?” He scoffs, “‘Help’ you? ‘Keep you steady’?” Toji continues, hardly giving you a second to even try and respond, “Not sure where ya’ brains at today doll, but Shiu is way too fuckin’ comfortable touchin’ you and I don’t like it.”

You shoot him nothing more than a blank yet frustrated stare, “Toji.”

His eyes are already on yours, giving you the same energy through his looks, “What?”

Sighing, “You’re being dramatic.” You tell him.

That ticks him off just right because then his face is twisting up into a scowl, “Dramatic? I’m being fuckin’ dramatic? Girl don’t piss me off,” Toji warns.

You find the nerve to laugh at him, “Don’t piss you off? Toji you’ve been whining about this all damn day. It’s over now, isn’t it?”

He decides to ignore your little jab at him and he steadily walks over to the side of the bed you’re standing at, “No, it’s not. You haven’t even apologized.”

You chuckle, “For what?”

He finds himself standing not too far from you, glaring at your confused facial expression, “Bein’ mad at me for no damn reason, that’s what.”

You roll your eyes at him again, “Toji you told me I can’t be friends with your friend.”

“Maybe because he wants to fuck you?” Toji fires back.

Another scoff leaves you and you start shaking your head at your husband's ridiculous claims, “He doesn’t.”

“Soo, he just looked at your tits for no reason?" Toji asks, leaning toward you a bit and tilting is head as if to intimidate you, "He grabs your waist ‘nd says, 'I got you sweetheart' for no fuckin’ reason, right?”

Your throat runs dry at that. You may have forgotten Shiu said that to you, having not really paid much attention to it when he did, “I-“

“Do you not know what the fuck flirting looks like?” Toji lectures, taking one last step toward you so that his body was hardly an inch away from yours.

Your head tips back a bit so that you could look up at him, swallowing hard at how upset your husband seems to be and all your confidence on the matter nearly fading. “I do, but-“

“There is no but. He wants to fuck my wife," He interrupts, "Why the hell would I let you two be friends knowing that?”

That's when you sigh again, “Toji, you don’t know that he wants to fuck me, you’re assuming things-“

One of his hands flies up to his face and he starts rubbing his temples out of pure frustration, “Woman, he checks you out at every chance he gets when he thinks I’m not payin’ attention.”

“He-“

“He touched you all too inappropriately, right in front of me," Toji reminds you.

You try to take up for Shiu's actions, still not seeing what the issue behind it was, “He was making sure I didn’t fall over.”

A little pissed of smirk tugs at the corner of Toji's scared lips and he turns his head to the side as he looks away from you, scoffing, “Riiiiight.”

“I’m serious!” You utter pleadingly.

“So..." Toji slowly returns his gaze to you and his voice gets stern, "You don’t see anything sexual behind a man holding your waist and saying 'I got you sweetheart'?”

“No.” You reply confidently.

“Hm. Alright, then." Your husband nods before he's moving to pull his shirt up and over his head, your eyes widening at the man as one of his hands then go to your waist and he tugs your body to his, "Lemme show you somethin’ if that’s the case...”

And then you’re on the bed with your husband moments later— bouncing up and down on his hard cock as Toji fucked up into you, your tits jumping in his face, jaw hanging open, and his hands holding right onto your waist.

“See what I mean now?” Toji huffs, “See how fuckin’ sexual this shit is?”

“T-Toji-, hahhh, fuck, t-this is so much different," You moan at the constant stretch of his fat cock rutting up into your swollen folds, one of his thumbs at your clit as rolling circles over the twitching bud.

“Yeah, ‘cause I’m doin’ what he fantasizes about," Toji tells you, smiling a bit as he watches your face twist up.

Your brows tensed and your jaw fell as his leaky cockhead drilled deep into you, “M-Mmgh, s-so… big.” You whine with your hands at his shoulders and nails scraping him as his harsh thrusts made your body jerk upward.

Toji's steel grip on your waist was the only thing keeping you from falling off of you, his fingers digging into your skin. Every time he thrusted his hips up, he'd use his grip to tug you back down-- forcing your cunt to spread open over his aching cock over and over, “Aww, don’t worry sweetheart, I gotchu’."

You gasp at his words, core throbbing due to his heavy tone, “Fuck-“

“Yeahh, see how fuckin’ wet that shit made you? Knew’ you weren’t fuckin’ stupid," Toji grunts out. He was so mean to you, taking out his frustrations from earlier on your pussy by soon spitting down on the, already, filthy mess below, adding to the slickness of it all and making you twitch.

Your hips try their best to keep up with him, rutting and rocking forward to keep his cock sucked deep inside you, “S-Shut up,” You tell your husband only to earn a scoff.

“Nahh," Toji begins to move his hands and your heart jumps. He tugs your torso near his before he's wrapping his big arms around your waist, locking you into place above him with your chest sandwiched against his, "Apologize t’me."

Your brows furrow and your eyes gloss over as his hips begin to pound his swollen cock up into you, obscene squelches of your cunt following as he does so. Your words come out in a whiney stammer, “F-For what-“

“Playin’ fuckin’ dumb, that’s what," Toji cuts off, eyes staring right into yours as he watched your face sink into that pretty fucked out state.

“Shiit," You gasp at how you couldn't move an inch, couldn't pull away or slow his thrusts down for a moment, forced to take every thick inch of his cock, "O-Okay, m’sorry-,”

Toji smiles, “Again.”

“M’sorry Toji," You whine. His arms were wrapped around you so tightly that you couldn’t even look away from him. You were both embarrassed and being fucked to tears simultaneously.

“Mmmh, without the mumblin’ this time," Toji instructs, gaze dropping to your wet lips so he can watch how you struggle, "Talk proper to me, girl.”

And of course, right after he he says that to you, he decides to then flip you both over so he's on top. “I-, hahh," You pant at the way his hands move to your legs and press them down against your chest, folding you up just how he wants to. "I’m… s-sorry Toji," You cry out.

With the way he's bucking his hips down into you, suddely calculated with his thrusts and making your eyes go wide. You were on the verge of screaming his name with how good his cock felt splitting you open.

“Close, but y’still stuttered," Toji tells you. His breathing was growing just as heavy as yours but that didn't stop him from teasing you for even a second.

“Fuck you-," You breathe out, earning a smile from him, "...I’m sorry.” You end up saying anyway because how could you disobey your husband when he's got you folded up like this, his veins throbbing against your gummy walls as you squeezed the life out of his cock.

Toji tilts his head a little, “Sorry what?”

“I-I’m sorry Toji," You correct yourself before he's leaning his weight onto you and god his cock pushes impossibly deeper. You were so full of him that air was getting hard to come by.

“Oneee more time f’me, baby," Toji whispers all of a sudden, his face close to yours and your legs practically over his shoulders. "C’mon, you can do it.”

“Hhgnnn… oh-, mmgh… I…" Your jaw falls open again and you struggle. His cockhead was hitting your insides right where you needed him, you could feel your core tensing and your legs going numb, "...I’m sorry Toji.”

Your husband smiles at you, “There ya’ gooo, atta’ girllll.” He praises, feeling the way your pussy narrows tightly around his cock just as you start cumming on him.

“Fuck.” Is the most you could get out of your mouth that wasn't an incoherent moan.

Then Toji notices you trying to move your hands to push him away a little and he softens his tone, “Hey, stop thaat, don’t give out on me," Toji coos, the sudden softness making your stomach churn before he moves a thumb to your clit again, "I gotchu’, pretty girl.”

“F-Fuck. Ohmygod-“ Your back arches up off the bed a bit and you whimper.

Toji just gawks at you, “Uhuh, now… y’won’t talk to Shiu again after this, right?” He questions, juuust to be sure you got the message after all this.

You nod in agreement, “N-No, I-, mmh, I won't t-talk t'him again…”

Fat cock rolling down into your pussy, your slick making his cock slid in so easily, “Y'sure?”

You nod, “Yes.”

Toji pouts a little just to mock the face you were making, “Yes who?”

Your eyes just barely meet his and his thumb presses against your clit, making your voice come out in a moan, “Yes Toji.”

“Mh," He hums, leaning down to kiss you tenderly, "Good girl.”

★ Gojo Satoru

He doesn’t even let you explain yourself.

One ninety-second hug with some guy you claim you’ve known since college, his arms around your waist and yours wrapped around his neck— was just about all it took for Gojo to get the picture.

Then there was the way the guy whispered into your ear and you laughed-, no, giggled at whatever was said.

What else does Gojo need to know after that? Clearly you forgot who you’ve been dating for the past few years…

Which is why Gojo reminds you through rough backshots in the backseat of your car as soon as you return to him. He hand a heavy hand on the back of your head, pressing your face down against the carseat as his toned hips clashed into your ass.

Swollen cockhead pushing past your twitching folds for the nth time while he bullies into your pussy. The loud smack of his balls against you fills the entirety of the vehicle, Gojo’s free hand pressing down into your arch and furthering it for him so he could angle his dick into that spot that makes you utterly weak.

“Wonder what the hell was so funny,” He huffs. He’s breathless by this point, having been dirty talking your ear off and giving you no time to respond— telling you how pretty your pussy looks taking every inch of him and how cute you sound crying his name into the seat.

“M-Mmgh, hnngh… ahh, S-Satoru,” Your voice was muffled against the carseat but neither of you cared, he heard you clear enough.

“Hm? What was so funny, baby? Tell me,” Gojo requests, not slowing his thrusts down for even a moment.

Merciless, he was. Fucking you like you were a goddamn slut off the street and he was a sex-deprived man, his pelvis was so angry against you, leaving marks with how harshly it met your ass, a hand moving every now and then just to palm the fat of the slight curve.

You were too busy drooling onto the carseat, cockdrunk out of your mind and fucked out beyond belief. You don’t think Gojo’s ever fucked you this hard before— the car was rocking with his every thrust and you’re pretty sure your muffled moans could be heard from outside the vehicle.

Sure, your windows had tint on them but it still wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what was going in within the car.

“What was he sayin’ t’you? Huh? Was he tellin’ you how badly he wants to fuck you? S’that why you laughed?” Gojo scoffs, still giving you no time to respond whatsoever, “I’d laugh too, shit… No one gets to fuck you aside from me, after all.” He finishes off with a cheeky little shrug.

You hated how much he was rambling right now but your brain was too consumed in pleasure to really care, “Toruu, fuuck-, oh, mmh…”

“No one else gets to feel this pussy suck the soul outta’ their cock, right?” Gojo groans, tossing his head back and drilling himself into the hilt, almost as if he were trying to reach deeper, “Jus’ me?”

All you can do is hum messily, “Mhmmm.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle and his hand lands across your ass again, head moving yo look down at the marks he’s left thus far before he cracks a smile, “Say it.”

“J-Jus’ you, ‘Toru.” Your voice was small, hardly audible but Gojo didn’t much care, he’d heard enough anyway.

So, he smiles at your struggle in speech, finding you nothing but adorable in this state, “Yeahh, that’s my girll.”

Then he’s moving his hands, feeling every inch of your body like he always does. There’s never a single part of you that goes untouched by Gojo Satoru when he fucks you. And as of right now, his large hands were taking place on your ass, spreading you apart to get a better look at your wet parted folds sucking in his cock.

“Pussy’s so fuckin’ pretty takin’ my dick like this too. I mean damn,” Gojo lets out a moan in between his sentence, unable to help himself at the sight before him, “Look at her drip all over me. She’s nasty, baby.”

Then he’s slowing his thrusts, but not stopping. Instead he gets calculated, fucking his cock in slow but pointed, top poking at your gummy spot and making your legs quake.

Drool smears across your cheek and your face was a goddamn mess but, you’d worry about all that later, “S-S’toru…”

“Mhm, I know, you’re about t’cum again, huh?” Gojo hums sweetly, the wet sounds of your cunt taking him in making his brows tense.

You were in complete disarray— debauched and filthy just how he liked. Shooting a glop of spit down onto his cock, he watched with a smile as he eases forward before there’s nothing more than an inch left out of you, only to thrust the last bit in and watch your fingers curl as you scrape against the seat.

“Uhuhh,” You breathe helplessly.

Gojo cocks his head to the side, “Gonna make another mess on me, pretty girl?”

“Y-Yeahh.”

“Mhm, good,” Gojo praises lightly before pulling out. He takes his cock into one of his hands and taps it against your pussy folds, listening to the light and wet smack his cock made against you and biting his lower lip, “But y’know… I wonder what had you so wet, baby.” He teases.

That was the only chance you got to catch your recently lost breath and you angle your head back a little to look at him, “Hm?”

Gojo’s eyes were down as he watched himself play with your pussy, smearing his leaky his tip in between your folds, “Was it him? Did he tell you how pretty you looked today? Hm?” Gojo wonders, “S’that why your cunt was droolin’ before I could even get your panties off?”

Your brows tense and you try wiggling your hips back a little, “N-No…”

“No? Aw, so what was it then?” Your boyfriend questions curiously. He’s now pushing an inch in and out of your cunt, watching how your pussy twitches everytime he pulls out and chuckling at you, “Surely it wasn’t the way I was rubbin’ my fingers against you… Nah, you were too busy thinkin’ about that other guy, right?”

You groan, “No, ‘Toru.”

He snickers, “No? Buut, you guys looked like you had a great convo.”

“W-We did but that’s only cause… hahh… mmmh, I-,” Gojo starts inching more of his cock into you and you struggle to finish explaining. After taking a deep breath, “I spent the whole time talkin’ a-about you.”

“Aww, really?” His hips snap forward after you say that, “Fuck, you bragged about me?” Gojo moans out, face growing hot with arousal.

Nodding, you hum in response, “Mhmm.”

“Shiit, that almost makes me feel bad,” Gojo pouts a little before shifting his palm over your ass, caressing your skin tenderly.

He’s still rutting his dick in and out of you but his voice and his touch is much softer.

“W-Why?” You ask.

“Cause’…. I’m fuckin’ you like you did somethin’ wrong for no reason…” Gojo whispers, seeming to be disappointed in himself for a second.

Then, he sees the way your eyes go back as his cock hits that one spot again, “Mmgh.. S-Satoru, r-right theree…”

And with that, he’s no longer disappointed and shrugs off all his doubts, going on to fuck you like he’s mad at you, “S’okay tho’, you like me like this anyway…”

p.s. ty guys for 1k followers here :3

[meara-eldestofthemall]

Gee, thanks DC! You Just Turned Bruce Into An Irredeemable Ass.

So, at the end of Gotham War Bruce has officially lost everything. Alfred is still dead, Selina is "presumed dead" and Bruce is both financially and morally broke. Why, you may ask, is Bruce so much worse off this time? Let me count the ways.

He preformed a psychic lobotomy on Jason

The "it's for your own good" excuse only makes the mental rape undertaken by Jason's own father that much more heinous.

Just when you think Bruce can't sink any lower he does. When Dick recognizes that Bruce has lost it, he attempts to use a failsafe disconnect that Bruce himself built into the system. How does Nightwing get thanked for that? Well that brings us to number two on the list.

Batman attacks up his eldest son for doing what he's supposed to do when Batman has gone rouge.

Bruce beats him up because nothing proves you are in control of your sanity like hitting your children. While Dick is holding back, Bruce does no such thing. He hits Nightwing hard enough to send him flying. It could have gotten even worse if Tim hadn't shown up.

Tim arrives and attempts to talk some sense into Batman.

Tim tries to talk Bruce down. It doesn't go well. When Robin is trying to help, as he always does, Batman uses the attempt to reason with him to put the smack down on his son. Bruce could have killed Tim but apparently feels no remorse or guilt.

If there was any teeny tiny little doubt that Bruce will not win the Father of The Year award in 2023 it died a horrible screaming death when Batman abandons his children to potential arrest. Yes, he left a batarang for Dick and Tim but any glimer of possible hope associated with that action was instantly extinguished by Damian's reaction to Batman's callous betrayal.

Bruce abandons Damian.

Look at Dami; he's devastated. Since he came into Bruce's life, Damian has struggled with feelings that he can never earn his father's love and respect. Well, that negative self-image was reinforced in way that may never be repairable. Bruce just utterly destroyed a 13 year old child because of his inability to feel any kind of empathy.

And how does this all end? The best part is that Bruce takes all of his parental responsibilities and dumps them onto Dick.

Thank you Chip Zdarsky and Trini Howard. You've taken Batman from being an edgy anti-hero and made him into a callous monster. Part of me hopes that Bruce never comes back because he doesn't deserve his family.

The only positive aspect in this convoluted mess is that Damian and Tim will be far better off with Dick than with Bruce. Yes, Tim is mostly independent but he still needs guidance (particularly since Tim's first instinct is to try and save Bruce). Damian is essentially Dick's son emotionally anyway so this might help to sustain the positive character growth we've seen in him as of late.

The point of this rant is to wonder what on earth DC thinks they're doing. This story arc has been pure character destruction as far as Bruce is concerned. It's bad storytelling too; rushed, frenetic and massively disappointing.

Hasn't the popularity of Good Dad Bruce in Wayne Family Adventures proved that fans are tired of Bruce being a dark depressed and brooding edge lord? We all accept that Batman is a character with deeeeep issues who is in desperate need of therapy. I, however, draw the line at Bruce being an abusive a**hole.

In years to come when fans wonder when Batman jumped the shark, this is the plot line they'll point to.

[i-cant-sing]

I can’t get this scenario out of my head with yan!batfamily in which Bruce worms his way into a depressed reader’s life by marrying their mother and slowly taking over the role of parenting reader while dealing with the depression.

No because Bruce would do that. In his head, its just another mission to "save Y/n" and sure, your mother isn't exactly his type, and your depression isn't exactly her fault- the poor woman just works day and night for you both to survive in this outrageous economy, she doesn't have had enough time to see you not doing so well mentally.

Bruce and his sons, by whatever sequence of events, are now infatuated with you. What started as concern for your well being has now turned into obsessive need to control your life to make it better. So, yeah... Bruce decides to marry your mom, who is more than happy to finally find a chivalrous, handsome man... who just happens to also be very rich.

Meanwhile, you hate him. It's stupid, but you hate how filthy rich he is and even though you know that he donates a lot to charities, you still hate him because Bruce thinks money can solve everything (and in your case, it almost can), but you can't help but feel insulted everytime he offers you a cheque, a wad of cash to pay off your bills and loans, or even a $20 bill to get yourself some snacks. It feels... abnormal. You're not a charity case.

Perhaps your socioeconomic status isn't the only reason you're depressed. Maybe it's just you missing your father (could be dead/murdered/suicide/just moved far far away).

The moment Bruce finds out that your dad is the reason why you're so depressed, oh it's "I WILL FATHER ANOTHER CHILD IN NEED OF PROFESSIONAL HELP" time. He's doubling down on his paternal instincts and he's just mentally smacking himself like "ofc you need a father figure in your life. Who better than me????"

And it just makes your skin crawl at how nonchalant Bruce is about all this- about incorporating himself into your and your mother's life. Treating you both, especially you like you're actually related. Like he's been around with you two his entire life. You lose your appetite when he stays for dinner, but you sit at the table for your mother. You try to make excuses when your mother tells you that you have to go with her at the Wayne Manor because "Bruce wants to spend a day with family". You can't help but look at your mother in wonder at how she is comfortable when you both pull up at the manor. You thought things would be easier if Bruce's sons were also uncomfortable or even hated you and your mother (or thought that your mom was a gold digger), but no, they're just as worse as Bruce. Dick being particularly the worst in the sense that he's more affectionate and his love language is physical touch, so you get squished to his chest everytime he sees you, with a small cry "my baby!" Sometimes, "sis" would be added.

You didn't like either nickname.

Then there's Jason, who is the most normal one of them all, perhaps because he isn't around much and when he is, he just makes small talk.

Tim doesn't talk much either, but he stares a lot. Somehow you feel like he knows something about you, at least more than he's letting on.

And lastly, there's Damian, that pompous little shit. You know he's being amicable for Bruce, but his eyes look at you like he's judging you- thinks you're beneath him. Which is true, in the sense of finance. Despite all of that, Damian still wants to show you off his interests/things around the manor. He's still being arrogant ofc, "Look at this oil painting- it's a Van Gogh original. Van Gogh is a famous painter- he's dead though. I'm sure you aren't familiar with his works. I can take you to the Gotham gallery to show you more paintings. Father owns it, so it can be just us two without other people bothering us." He's nice but also not nice. But at least he's not doing it intentionally.

Then there's Bruce. Who is always looking at you with a small smile, but his eyes are always analysing you, even when he's not looking at you directly, you know that he's watching your every move like a hawk. He tries spending time with you, often he succeeds, only because your mother makes you go. He's a good man, hasn't done anything exactly inappropriate, but... even something as small as making you walk on the inner side of the sidewalk so that you're safe from the cars... it doesn't sit right with you. Why is he being so paternal? You certainly have been rude to him on purpose. Always giving him one word answers when he asks you how your day was.

Then one day your mother returns home with a beaming smile.

"Bruce proposed to me! We're getting married!"

After only 3 months of dating? It's what you wanted to say, but you held it back when you saw how happy she was.

The next day, Bruce held a dinner at the manor to celebrate the engagement. Surprisingly, that was the first time you saw Damian looking mad at you and your mom.

It was a reasonable reaction. Acceptable to you, instead of the overly excited yell of Dick "WE'RE GOING TO BE SIBLINGS! That means we can have slumber parties and pillow fights and-"

Your mother and Bruce were shopping for the wedding, looking at dresses and venues and all the shenanigans while you were at the manor, moving your and your mom's stuff in with the boys. It was the last thing you wanted, but your mother.... she insisted on it. Or at least that's what she says, you know Bruce insisted.

Doesn't matter because by next year, you'd be moving away to college anyways.

You just need to put up with this for a little longer and see your mother finally be happy.

You didn't expect your mother to be dead a week before the wedding.

It was out of the blue. You were sitting in the library at the manor because Dick refused to let you be alone in your room all the time, so he was making you some cookies while you read. Then he and Bruce came together, their faces pale as they looked at you.

"Y/n... your mother, she... she got in an accident."

She was driving to some restaurant, wanted to get you your favourite fried chicken and spend some time with you alone. But on her way, a truck crashed right into her car.

She died on the spot.

Whatever little improvement you had on your mental health went straight down the drain. You locked yourself in your room and just cried quietly. They left you alone the first few days, but then Bruce and Dick tried to persuade you to come out, that they were concerned for you. You did come out the day the funeral was held. And it hurt you... it hurt you so deeply when you found out they were burying her at the Wayne cemetery.

She wasn't a fucking Wayne.

If you had any strength, if you had any energy at all, you would've taken your mother and buried her someplace else.

But you didn't.

When you returned inside the manor, you went straight to your mother's room, which was also Bruce's room but you didn't care if he saw you in there or not. You just started packing all of your mother's stuff, her clothes, her jewellery, her photos, everything she came here with, which wasn't much to begin with but still.

"Y/n?" You stiffened when Bruce called you, but you didn't pause on packing. "What are you doing? Looking for something?"

You sighed. Might as well get this over with.

You turnd around, not looking him in the eye.

"I'm moving out. And I'm taking mom's stuff with me. You can check, I'm not stealing anything that belongs to you."

Bruce looked at you in confusion. "Moving out? Where are you going?"

"College. I'll be going there soon anyways, so I'm moving to an apartment with some friends."

"Oh, but you don't need to move out. You can stay with us. Youre family-" you cut him off.

"Bruce, let's not." You finally look at him. "We're not family. I never was, I never wanted to be. Mom's gone now, and I have no reason or desire to be here. Thank you for letting me stay here for as long as you have, but I will be moving out by tomorrow, if not tonight." You said picking up your mother's bag of stuff and walking out of the room. Bruce followed you to your room.

"But I don't want you to move-"

You dropped the bags. "I don't care what you want!"

Bruce looked at you with his brows furrowed. He didn't get why you were acting like this. Your yelling had gotten the attention of the boys too, all looking in confusion at the bags.

"I don't want to be a part of this family. I never have, and I never will. I never liked you or anyone in this family. And if you're concerned about me speaking to the media about you guys, don't worry. If it helps you, you can make me sign an NDA!"

Damian narrowed his eyes at you. "Dont talk to father like-"

"Shut up!" You yelled harshly. You didn't care who you were hurting. Your mother was gone, you had no reason to be amicable to them anymore.

-

They left you alone that day, and by the next morning, you were ready to leave. At 6 am, you walked down to the main door, with your bags. You weren't expecting them all to be waiting for you, but here they were. You took a step towards the door, but Dick stopped you.

He cleared his throat. "Um, this is the NDA... if you'd just sign it here." He handed you the papers.

Unbelievable. They actually drew up a contract. You took the pen from his hand and signed at the dotted lines.

"Bye." You took another step, except Damian and Tim blocked your path.

"What now?"

"Where are you going?" Tim asked.

"Do we have to go over this again?" You grumbled. "College." You answered.

"You can't." Damian said smugly. What's he smirking for?

"You're gonna break my legs?" You scoffed.

"No, you just signed a document saying that you're a part of this family, and Bruce Wayne is your guardian and has authority over all decisions concerning you like going to college, or even... going out of the house." Damian replied.

You looked at Bruce, because there's no way Damian is being serious. But there were no signs of joking. You looked at Dick, at Jason-

They were all dead serious.

"You cant- you can't be- you can't keep me here." You said.

"You signed the documents. It's your fault for not reading them." Tim said.

"Bruce-"

"I really do believe that it'd be better for you to stay here." Bruce said, taking ahold of your shoulders. "At least until you're doing better mentally."

"I'm fine-"

"I don't think so. And I could even take you to a psychiatrist, they'd agree with me." Bruce cupped your cheek as you flinched away. "You'd be happy here. I promise you that, you'll be safe and happy with us."

You'd try fighting, but you already knew you were outnumbered.

Besides, even if you weren't, even if you were alone with the smallest one of them, you still wouldn't be able to leave. You have no idea what Damian is capable of.

After all, he's the one who had your mother killed.

[brucewaynehater101]

I just want good angst about Bruce desperately trying to parent Tim but realizing he fucked it up

or Bruce realizing he kinda sees tim as a father figure in a weird way

or the bats all realizing how Tim’s been forced to mature quickly so he can take care of them, and he won’t stop trying to be the adult in situations even after the bats try to make it so he doesn’t have to

There are a few fics out there that center around Tim and Bruce's relationship after Bruce realizes how bad he treated Tim. "Grudge (I hold none)" by reinersbigtits. "Just How Much I Love You" by sElkieNight60. Honestly, a bunch of sElkieNight60 fics have Bruce trying to be a better parent. Their fic "Redraw Our Expectations" showcases Bruce trying to parent Tim and the teen finds that strange, weird, and restrictive. They chat about it.

I sadly haven't seen any fics where Bruce considers Tim to be his father. I have seen a few that describe Tim as his closest confidant or mental support, but none about the father hc/au :(

If you want some quick angst about Bruce seeing Tim as a father figure, here's an idea:

Bruce is ruminating on his kids. As he's going through his mental list of the kids (perhaps trying to remember where they all are), he realizes that it's an effort to add Tim to that list. At first, Bruce clocks it as the older man being a horrible parent to Tim or needing more time with his son. Bruce wants to fix this and sets out to do so. He tracks down Tim to spend some time with him.

Halfway through the hangout, Bruce starts to relax. They are both having a good time, chatting and laughing. It only changes when he notices Tim's subtle nods, his slight mannerisms that encourage Bruce to keep talking, and the scrunch at the corner of Tim's eyes that indicate he's proud. It's an errant thought of the older man, but one that rapidly changes his worldview.

Tim acts like Alfred.

Tim acts like a father to Bruce.

Tim has always acted like a father to Bruce.

What has Bruce done?

The comment about Tim continuing to be the "adult" or "mature one" in the situation because that's all he's known hurts. If you add that hc to the one where Tim is constantly told to "be the bigger person" when it comes to being insulted by his traumatized family members, that's painful.

Alright, let's build on this hc/au. I'm going to use subtle canon background clues to create a probable psychological assessment on Tim's behaviors. The reasonings are all hc.

Tim was emotionally neglected and abused by his parents (not nearly to the extent of fanon and his parents did love him, but that doesn't change their emotional distance or the harm Jack did after his coma). One could hc that, due to the limited time he spent with them before they left again, Tim tried to keep the peace when they were there. He wanted to spend the time with his parents not fighting, even if that meant choking down his own emotions/needs, placating his parents, and overall keeping a pleasant demeanor around them regardless of passive aggressive insults (looking at Jack here).

If his parents had marital issues, like fighting and insulting each other in front of Tim, the child might have tried to mend their fights and solve their issues in order to spend more time with happy parents. It's a helpful behavior that could've been praised by Jack and Janet, leading to Tim continuously uptaking a mediator role.

This would morph into a people pleasing attitude that heavily clashed with Tim's independence and lack of authority in his life. This is what enables him to be suited for kicking a depressed, angry Bruce into his healing arc (enables, but doesn't excuse Bruce's reliance on a child nor condone it). Tim would probably insert himself into Dick and Bruce's relationship.

Unlike his parents, Dick and Bruce probably weren't happy an unrelated kid was mediating their relationship or getting in the middle of their arguments. Because of their contant rejection to Tim's efforts, the kid's behavior could morph into a more subtle and subterfuge manner. This comes in handy when Jason and Damian come around (because they for sure would not listen to Tim's advice).

Tim, because he's spent his entire life managing other people's emotions for them, would understand where Damian and Jason are coming from as they hurt him. It is painful, and he may hold some resentment towards them (and a frozen anger), but he's used to yanking back his emotions and shoving them into an overfilled box. That's the easy part.

What's burdensome for him is the family. After realizing the lengths Tim goes to in order to ensure their bonds stay strong, they keep pressuring Tim to release some of his responsibilities. They want the relationships to be more equal.

Tim can't, though. If he lets go of his tight grip on holding the family together, he'll have to face that box of emotions he shoved down. He'll have to work through all the pain, anger, betrayal, grief, and desolation all of his family members gave him. If he accepts that he shouldn't be taking on so much emotional labor, he would have to face that he shouldn't have been subjected to so much abuse (from the Drakes or the Waynes).

Tim can't do that without falling apart.

He can't keep his hold on the family's support beams either.

It's not healthy nor productive for Tim to keep his position. Without releasing the pressure from his back, Tim will collapse and take the Waynes with him. He's too scared to let go, though. Will he survive the break? Will he have a place with the Waynes if he's not holding them up?

[gay-dorito-dust]

Damian thinking he can cure depression and all of your negative mindsets by letting you cuddle and hug Bat-Cow.

He’d personally drag you all the way to the barn and then promptly point towards the half-awake cow lounging in the farthest corner and with the straightest face he says;

‘Hug the cow y/n.’

You’re confused, you’re depressed and have told him so in confidence, and here he was demanding that you cuddle up to the bovine, who was staring at you both with their dark eyes.

‘Why?’ You’d ask, eyes never leaving the cow and Damian sighs impatiently. ‘It’ll cure your current aliment of depression.’ He says with such certainty that you almost believed him for a minute…almost.

‘Damian this is stupid, even for you-‘ however before you could finish your sentence, Damian was already pushing you from behind towards Bat-Cow, who only watched as you were positioned into their warm side, silently chewing before becoming disinterested and went back to resting their head on the floor.

Bat-cow didn’t smell the greatest but then again…they were a fucking cow but they were warm and fluffy and comfortable, so much so that you ended up cuddling further into them found yourself falling asleep almost instantaneously with a small smile on your lips. ‘Good Bat-Cow…’ you murmur sleepily as the bovine only huffs out hot air, unfazed at you cuddling them as everyone from Damian to even Jason had come once in a while to cuddle up into their side.

Damian made a satisfied noise and was about to leave when he noticed that there was a space big enough for him to slot himself against Bat-Cow also. He shifts he gazed all across the entire barn, making sure he wasn’t being observed somehow, before cuddling himself into the side of the large animal.

Damian wouldn’t find out until way later that he was indeed being observed as he chased after Tim throughout the manor, sword in hand.

Jason who loves to cuddle you as though it’s been forever since you last saw each other.

(It had been five minutes max, you needed to piss.)

He’d even make it his personal mission to carry you in his arms anywhere and everywhere he went in the apartment. He will not hear the cliche ‘I’m too heavy’ bullshit excuse, let him carry you in his arms damn it! He wants to hold you! Do not reject him this golden opportunity!

He doesn’t care if anyone like Bruce, Dick or Roy are present because if anything it shows them that he had someone in his life that he loved and adored more than anything. Roy/Dick -mainly Dick- may tease him to high heavens about it but Jason only shrugs it off and says albeit childishly: ‘well at least I have someone to hold onto every night unlike you dickhead.’ Before casually carrying you into the kitchen with him to grab a drink.

(Remember that ‘Gator needs his gat, you punk ass bitch.’ tiktok Trend where ppl picks up their friend? Yh that’s what goes on in my head when writing this.)

Jason fears as though he’s not spending enough time with you. Which is bullshit because this man spends every waking moment with you being cute and loving and just the absolute best in general.

He’s not use to the whole relationship thing and he’s overthinking everything he’s doing and worries that it might be the breaking limit for you. So all you got to do is hold his face in your hands, rest your head against his own and reassure him that he was spending more than enough time with you. It’ll probably won’t get rid of the notion that he wasn’t doing enough for you out of Jason’s head, but at least it was something that he could be reminded of when he was getting too lost in his thoughts.

He’s a worrywart and a big one at that, but as long as you keep being his anchor, keep being the reason his head feels a lot clearer and so on, then Jason will gradually come to learn that he never needs to worry about anything when you’re more than happy to keep reminding him that it’s okay to worry, and that he wasn’t being suffocating or otherwise.

Jason maybe physically imposing and intimidating to look at for some people but to you, he was like those badly stereotyped big dogs that are the biggest sweethearts. Dogs such as:

Rottweilers

XL bully dogs

Pit bull

Doberman Pinscher and more.

He’s a sweetheart who just looks intimidating, nothing more nothing less…unless you happen to be a criminal then Jason is anything but the word sweet or adorable as they’re getting their asses beaten.💀

Dick always asks you if you still love him after every minor inconvenience.

It doesn’t matter what happens or how it happens, he always give you those puppy dog eyes of his and pouts his lips. ‘Do you still love me?’

‘Dick we’ve been through this before, of course I love you.’ You’d reply.

‘But you looked really annoyed right now and I just wanted to know if you still like me enough to date me.’ He then says as he rests his head on your shoulder, pressing himself against your back.

You sighed before looking over at him and pressing a tender kiss to his cheek. ‘Does that clear everything up for you?’ You asked rhetorically as Dick beamed brightly and stole a kiss from your lips, reinvigorated. ‘Yep.’ He’d respond before moving on with the rest of his day.

If you were to accidentally forget to kiss him good morning or before you were leaving for work, Dick would take full offence as he places himself in front of the door, arms crossed and lips formed into that pout you were more then familiar with at this point. ‘You hate me.’

‘Dick I’m in a hurry!’ You cry, looking at the time.

‘And you forgot my good morning kisses!’ He’d cry back at you and you would be several minutes late to work, all because you were making up for the misses kisses. You hate Dick sometimes but you knew you couldn’t be mad at him for long when he’d smother in kisses upon arriving him from work, so you guessed he could be given a pass…just this once.

[norrizzandpia]

Used (Part 2) (LN4)

Summary: Even in times of pain, they’ll find their way back to each other.

Warnings: very emotional, but happy happy ending, lando’s actually depressed its so sad, cisca norris to the rescue, oscar and lando are enemies for a while

Note: HII ITS HEREEE I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT I THINK ITS PRETTY SLAY? 🤞🏻

In the wake of Lando’s actions, Y/n was left with a broken heart and a hole in her stomach. Constant emptiness plagued her, contradicting the love that had once filled her for a boy who used her and took every inch of her.

She was quiet, once more. Lonely, once more. Oscar couldn’t do anything to remedy the pain she felt, neither could her parents or friends. Simply, she sat within herself, retracing all the memories they shared together.

On the other hand, Lando was faced with the consequences of his actions. While the public didn’t know what happened, they were aware something had gone down with Oscar’s hostile driving toward his teammate every time they found themselves together on a track. If it wasn’t because of that, it was because of the angry fights accidentally had between the two men fans consistently caught on their cameras. And if it wasn’t because of the fights, it was because of the disappearance of interviews. Both drivers not being seen in a room together for a good 4 weeks straight after a particularly aggressive video sourced online of Lando and Oscar shoving each other behind the McLaren Garage. Yelling at each other about something the camera couldn’t pick up on, but angry faces and hands flew about for minutes before Lando’s dad rounded the corner and split them up.

Nonetheless, when Lando went to bed at night, he didn’t think about the fights with Oscar or the negative press he was getting online. He thought of Y/n and only her. His mind replayed moments of her bright smile, a warm feeling lingering in his stomach before his hand drifted to the cold, empty side of his bed and reminded him of his loss. It was almost as if he mourned her. She no longer showed up to races and if she did, her appearances were strategically planned so as to not have the couple run into each other. He had pleaded with Charlotte, McLaren’s PR manager, to “somehow” slip up on their schedules, but she wouldn’t budge. What he didn’t know was that Charlotte had gotten an ear full from Oscar and his parents about how Y/n was not to see Lando. The poor girl had been utterly ruined by him and his extortion of her.

Whether he liked to admit it or not, Lando knew that.

He knew she would never be the same because he had been reckless, and he knew the chances of her ever even looking at him again were slim to none. Still, he allowed his soul and heart to continue being tied to her. If he was being honest with himself, his whole being would always be tied to her, whether she loved him or not.

He tried convincing Oscar of this, of his love for her, but the Australian just continued screaming.

“YOU’RE A DICK, YOU KNOW THAT?” His blonde hair tangled after tugging on it so much as Lando stood in the corner of the room, taking the punches because he deserved them.

“I know. I’m sorry.” Lando whispered, his hands curling in his pockets as his tears threatened to fall.

“SORRY? SORRY WILL NEVER CUT IT FOR WHAT YOU’VE DONE!” His arms flailed around. Oscar’s own tears gracefully fell to the ground as his rage consumed him.

There was a moment as the two boys looked at each other, both broken to the core for 2 completely different reasons, yet over the same girl.

Sighing, Oscar stepped back before plopping onto the couch, “Why’d you do it?” He whispered, his head falling into his hands.

Lando came to sit beside him, “There’s no good reason, but the only thing I can tell you is that I have always loved her, since the moment I saw her. Martin’s bet gave me an excuse to fall back on if she rejected me like I thought she would. When she didn’t and we started going out, I tried to push it away. But, Martin kept calling me and texting me, taunting me with how me and her had actually started. Throughout it all, though, I love her. I continue to love her even though she refuses to see me and I still love her even though she’s blocked my number. I’m starting to think I always will. Love her, I mean.”

Oscar turned his head to the side, capturing the blue eyes of his teammate and the ones that were so clearly defeated, “Really? It wasn’t a joke to you?”

Lando shook his head immediately, “No, of course not. It never was. I tried to explain that to her when everything came out, but she wouldn’t listen. After she shut the door on me when she found out, I tried to knock and ask her to let me in, but I don’t think she heard me because all I heard on the other side was crying. Oscar, I’m so sorry for what I did. If I could take back how it started, I would, but I won’t, and will never, wish to take back the moments we shared together. Even now, when communication between us has stopped, the memories keep me going. Just the memories of her are enough for me. I’ll always be grateful to even have them with her, having been able to experience that kind of love with someone who reciprocated it is something I never expected to feel ever in my life.”

“I wish you wouldn’t have done it. I wish you would have just gotten with her naturally. I really thought you two would get married.” Oscar said slowly, trying to let Lando down easily.

However, Oscar’s attempts failed as the sorrow hit Lando all over again. Flashes of the night when she opened up to him under the sky bounced around in his mind as he wondered what it would have been like to marry her, spend a lifetime with her.

Wiping a hand over his face to conceal the physical signs of his despair, Lando averted his eyes from the boy that reminded him too much of her, “Yeah, me too.”

—

“Y/n?” Her mother’s voice filtered through the door.

She shifted under the blankets, groaning quietly at the disturbance, but her mother’s next words made her falter.

“Mrs. Norris is here to see you if you’re up for it.” The door creaked open before soft footsteps made their way to her bed, the mattress dipping before a hand came to rest on her side.

In the time she and Lando spent together, Cisca became like a second mother to Y/n. Whether the woman intended for it or not, her soft-spoken voice and gentle, motherly touch had filled Y/n with comfort during times of self-confliction or arguments with Lando or the other men in her life.

“Hi, darling.” Her hand rubbed slowly up and down her torso as Y/n untangled herself from her blankets, sitting up to meet the older woman’s eye.

“Mrs. Norris, it’s so nice to see you.” Her smile wasn’t as big as it used to be, Cisca noted.

Giggling, she smoothed a hand down Y/n’s cheek, “Even after all this time, you still call me ‘Mrs. Norris’”.

They laughed together for a second before silence overtook the moment and Cisca was watching Y/n retreat back into her heartbreak.

Her small voice cut through the stillness, “I’ve never seen him like this before.”

Y/n’s head tilted to the side as she pleaded with Lando’s mother to not begin this conversation, for the sake of her healing process. However, Cisca knew, deep down, that this conversation would do more good than bad.

So, she continued.

“He won’t talk about you. He shuts down the moment we mention your name.” Cisca took Y/n’s hands in hers, cradling them as she had cradled her son the night Y/n had blocked his number. Lando had shown up unannounced at his parents’ home, clutching his phone in his hands as if it was the only thing anchoring him. The moment she had opened the door, his eyes told every bit of pain he had tried to force down as he convinced himself he wasn’t allowed to feel grief if he was the one having screwed it all up. His legs gave out and he had fallen into the safe embrace of his mother, clutching onto her as he rambled about losing Y/n. Cisca had brought him into the house and sat with him on the couch all night as he poured his heart out to her, tears and all.

He didn’t leave their house for a week after that.

Now, she sat with the girl who had destroyed her son, just as he had destroyed her. Prepared to try and reconcile something so beautiful.

“If he loved me, he wouldn’t have done it.”

Cisca nodded, completely agreeing with Y/n’s logic, “I understand, but Y/n, we both know this is much more complicated. You two have loved each other for a long time. I would even say from the moment you first met, but I won’t speak for you. When he said he loved you, he meant it. From the start. Yes, he messed up and did something I did not raise him to do. However, Y/n,” Cisca’s hand moved to turn Y/n’s face, forcing her to look his mother in her eyes, “I know my son and I know when he’s gone for someone. He’s utterly gone for you. Hell, he’s so lost without you, the boy can’t even tie his own shoes.”

Cisca wiped away the tears Y/n didn’t even know were falling before the girl in bed whispered, “But, what if he hurts me again?”

Sighing, Lando’s mother scooched to squeeze on the bed beside Y/n, putting her arm around the girl and hugging her into her side, “I know it’s hard, but just give him a chance, yeah? He betrayed your trust and a lot of other things, so it will be difficult to let him in again. But, and this is hard to understand because he was your first everything, what you two had was unlike anything I have ever seen in my entire life and I’ve been married to his father for years. The way you two understood each other was on a level that I think would be a shame to not fight for. You were good for him, really good, and I wouldn’t be a good mother if I didn’t do everything I could to make my child happy again. It just so happens that, in this case, it would also benefit the person he was in love with too.”

Nodding, Y/n hugged the woman tighter, “I’ll think about it. Thank you.”

Seeing as her job was done, Cisca got up and made her move toward the door, but not before she stopped to turn around and look Y/n in the eye once more, “When you talk to him, be gentle, okay? I know it sounds stupid because he should be being gentle with you after everything he pulled, but you don’t know how hard he’s beaten himself up over this. There are only a handful of times in motherhood where you will see your child grieve so hard over someone, they vomit. It’s hard to watch your son destroy who he is because he loved so hard. If you won’t do it for him, do it for me. There’s only so much a mother can take when it comes to seeing her child in pain.”

Y/n smiled lightly as she promised the woman she would be soft with the man she loved.

The man she loves.

—

“Can you at least shower?” Max asked softly as Lando curled further into his bed.

Sniffling, Lando mumbled, “There’s no one to smell good for. Don’t see the point.”

Max rubbed a hand over his face, hating how his best friend had become the shell of a human, “Lando, it’s for your own health. Please, it’ll be good for you. You haven’t gotten out of bed for a week. I’m worried about you, mate.”

“I don’t ca-” Lando started, but was interrupted by a knock on their front door.

Max’s gaze shifted between his best friend and the slab of wood, not wanting to let Lando leave his sight, yet knowing he needed to open it. He exhaled a breath as he stole a quick glance at the body under all the lumps of blankets before making his way to the door.

Opening it, he sighed in relief at the sight of Y/n, the remedy for his best friend’s turmoil.

“I don’t know why you’re here, but I think it’s for a good reason. I hope it’s for a good reason.” He said as he let her in.

She smiled at him, still a bit nervous to see Lando, but relieved she had finally gone through with it this time.

“Is he here?” She asked quietly.

Max laughed, “Is he here? Yeah, he has been for the last eternity.”

She cringed before making her way toward his room, inhaling a breath before opening the door.

“Max, I’m serious. Leave me alone.” He said, annoyed, from under his pillow. She couldn’t help the smile that took over her face at his voice and common stubbornness. She had missed him like the ocean missed the sun when it disappeared in the night. Missing his soft touches, hushed kisses of warmth, and the light he continually exuded on both good and bad days.

“Lando, it’s me.” She said as she rounded his bed, sitting down on the side of it.

He froze. His brain tried to convince him he was going clinically insane, no longer seeing her in his head but hearing her in his room. However, his heart contradicted the argument when he felt the bed dip and he just knew. He knew it was really her by the way his skin lit up at the close proximity and his breath stopped for a moment before filling his lungs once more like life was returning to his body.

He lowered the blankets. Her face coming into view almost had him breaking down, but this newfound chance at redemption had his brain short-circuiting, and crying so hard he couldn’t speak didn’t seem like a good plan.

“Y/n…” His tone was subdued as if she was an angel, completely struck by her and her existence.

Her hand reached out to caress his cheek. The igniting touch had color pumping through his body again as he leaned into her touch, seemingly reconnecting with his lifeline.

“I thought we could talk.” She said as his eyes fluttered closed, her thumb rubbing circles over his cheekbone.

“Of course,” He said breathlessly, enamored by her and the way she made him feel.

She giggled, a sound that Lando was etching into his brain as if he was going to lose it again, “Okay, but you’ll have to open your eyes for that to happen, Lan.”

He blushed at the nickname. The last time she had called him the shortened name was when she was confronting him over what he had done. The reminder of the moment when she walked out on him hit him hard. He stared at her, scared she had only come back to him to give him a taste of what he could’ve had only to take it away once more.

She must have realized his agony because she was grabbing his hand with hers, coaxing him away from the dark place to come back to her, in the now. The funny part was that she didn’t need to physically bring him back, he would always return to her just by the comforting presence of the person he fell in love with.

“Dating me because of a bet hurt like hell. I thought I would never come back from that kind of pain, but as I rotted away in my room, I realized that, even though you had hurt me so deeply, I still loved you. It took me time to understand what that meant seeing as you have been my first love, my first everything, but I think I’ve got it down, now.” She squeezed his hand as their eyes welled together, “Even though those times we spent together had been created under such a gross circumstance, I wouldn’t want to forget them. Ever. Because I love you, Lan. I was talking to my mom and she explained to me that giving people second chances isn’t always a bad choice, if they’re good for you. That’s when it clicked for me. Giving you a second chance is a no-brainer because you’ve never wronged me before. I fell in love with you and when you fell in love with me, you always showed up. Even when I found out about the bet, you still showed up. You stayed on the other side of Oscar’s Driver’s Room door, asking me to come in before he showed up and forced you away. You’ve always been there for me, always secretly supported me, and wished the best for me even when I rejected you completely. Over this time by myself, I came to the conclusion that I don’t want anyone else to root for me on the sidelines other than you.”

His arms had found their way to her, loosely circling around her waist as he tested the waters. When she didn’t push him away, when her arms twisted around his neck, he leaned in. What she thought would be a kiss was actually a bone-crushing hug that was, surprisingly, way more intimate than any kiss he could have planted on her at that moment. His tears wetted her shirt and hers did the same to him as he whispered how much he loved her in her ear. Softly, he explained to her just how much she made his heart stop, “There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t wish I could go back in time and treat you with respect. I’m so sorry for what I did and for what I put you through, my love. The thing that was so scary for me when I realized how much I loved you was that you had always been in front of me. Like, you’d been standing right in front of me for years before I understood who I needed you to be to me. I never thought that one singular person could change the course of my life and how I lived it let alone someone I had known for so long, but it’s always been you. I’m not sure if you always felt that same way about me, but I have. Once I began looking to you when shit in my life hit the fan, I knew I wouldn’t be able to love anyone the way I love you. It would always have to be you because, if it wasn’t, there’d be no one else to fulfill me the way you have. You came into my life and flipped it right side up, not upside down.”

When his hushed words ended in her ear, she pulled away. Tears tracing the outside of her lips, she scratched at the hair at his nape, something she knew he always loved.

Realizing that he had never fully lost her, Lando whispered an “I love you” before smoothing the hair out of her face.

When he was finally able to see his favorite face, only then did he kiss her.

End.

Tags (thank you for the sweet comments): @tpwkstiles @lqvesoph @hearts4joao @flwr-stella @formula1mount @405rry @msliz @gaslysainz @summerslike11

[fanfic-writer-and-rambler]

Class of 09 used with Bruce Wayne because this is just fun to do 😂 i love taking these lines from random stuff and tweaking them, it's neat and a good writing aid:

Diana Prince: Selina won’t talk to us, so we thought you could.

Bruce Wayne (hesitation): I could… but she may or may not have compromising photos of me.

Clark Kent: Compromising like she captured you and tied you up?

Bruce Wayne(looking at his phone to avoid eye contact): Yeah… not really against my will.

Diana Prince leaning forward with a smirk: Are these compromising images a little… risqué?

Bruce Wayne, without hesitation: I may or may not have been covered in baby oil.

Clark, blushing: …

Diana Prince: Can we see the pictures?

Bruce Wayne: Get out of my office.

——————————————

Dick Grayson: We missed out on the mission for very traumatic reasons.

Jason Todd: Yeah trauma seems like a valid excuse.

Bruce Wayne: For some reason, I don’t believe you but today I think that’s your problem.

Jason Todd: Is being a fucking bitch your problem.

Dick Grayson: Jason! Can you both not!

Bruce Wayne: If you skipped the job I'm paying for to sleep with those woman again I swear-

Dick Grayson: The truth is... We're going through manic depression.

Jason Todd: Yup, depression and trauma.

Dick Grayson is fake sobs.

Jason Todd (feigning sadness): Oh my God the trauma and depression.

Bruce Wayne: Manic Depression? That hasn't stopped any of us or you.

Dick Grayson: It hit us late... Real late.

Jason Todd: Yup.

Jason stares at a wall distracted by a crooked painting.

Jason: I'm numb to it all, due... To my manic depression.

Jason walks over to the framed painting and fixes it.

Dick Grayson: See, he's so depressed he's fixing pictures on the wall. And I'm headed down a spiral. Yeah.

Jason turns back to face Bruce.

Jason Todd: Yeah that's right. I have no emotions whatsoever except for sadness… because you know, depression.

Bruce Wayne: For the sake of my patience, I’ll buy this for now.

Jason Todd: Thank God, at least you won't let both of us be killed again.

Dick Grayson: Would you stop poking the bear!

Dick Grayson drags Jason Todd out of Bruce's room.

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Generic robber: You asshole, I'll kill you and your family!

Bruce Wayne, in civilian attire: Hey man I got you arrested you ain't got to do me that favor.

[yutasbellybuttonpiercing]

*sighs*, kinktober. what a fun excuse to actually finish all the fics i started and never finished... and start new ones... and just get motivated again. yippie! we could also call it recyletober. okay, sorry, that was so bad. anyway.

this time it's not gonna be as kink-oriented as last time... but that's okay! i just have some ideas that were brewing in my notes app and were not being attended to... also, as stated before, i am chronically addicted to character.ai. please don't download it or you will end up with 45h screentime a week JUST ON THAT APP. but it works great for inspo.... to not follow up on... until now!

also, this year we have multiple groups (3)! because hoshi (🤤) and riize have been all up in my business again. and yes, i started planning this at 5am.

also, yippie, i'm alive???

sorry, i love yapping. let's get to it:

october 1st: park wonbin (riize): hate fuck.

october 4th: kim daeyoung / jaehee (nct wish): jock. needs tutor.

❕canceled due to this❕

october 7th: kwon soonyoung / hoshi (seventeen): "i dare you to fuck shotaro" remake, but shorter... but i love the concept. it might be my favorite.

october 10th: mark lee (nct 127/nct dream): spiderman. and this edit. *moans*

october 13th: lee donghyuck / haechan (nct 127/nct dream): dick pic. thought it could be funny *shrugs*

october 16th: kim dongyoung / doyoung (nct 127) & huang renjun (nct dream): the most awkward threesome ever (?)

october 19th: wong yukhei / lucas (solo): "my ex broke up with me and i dare myself to fuck lucas" as aforementioned, it is my favorite concept. god, i love lucas so much i could die rn.

october 22nd: lee sohee & lee chanyoung / anton (riize): and they were roommates!

october 25th: huang renjun (nct dream): f-feet.. 😔 i'm so sorry...

october 28th: nakamoto yuta (nct 127): as a gender studies professor, he should really know better than to sleep with his student... but he will because this is my fic.

october 31st: lee jeno (nct dream): alpha! jeno... thank you, jeno, for ripping off your shirt on may 4th... and thank you anon for the ask... i started writing it right away and got distracted by depression. 💓

more infos tba! also, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

taglist: @rjreins @meowniee @deezbin @ant-onie @ablackbtsstan

[kneelingshadowsalome]

That König moodboard is making me want a fic where a 21 year old baby!König pursues a mid-thirties depressive (like me). It just sounds like a good time.

SADFSD I would inhale this fic...

Horny age gap thoughts under the cut 🫠🧍‍♀️(I upped our baby boy to being 25 lmao I'm weak)

It’s just so attractive when a woman knows what she wants. The tired stare when he tells her he’s 25 but he’s already a captain only makes him want to prove his worth more! She looks at him like, “Excuse me but what do you bring to the table” and he could make a list for her; truly, he could! He’s so eager to please and show that he’s a man; look, he makes more money than you, too. He provides for his Mama, so don’t you even think he wouldn’t provide for you...

And why would you want a man your age when there’s a more virile option available? He has at least twenty erections per day, he’s far more fertile if you’re looking for someone to breed–uh, he means, if you’d like to have babies one day… Come on, isn’t he the perfect option for you in every way?

You’re always breathless when he leaves for work, and silently thank your guardian angels that you’re still intact… You’ve told him a hundred times he doesn’t need to prove anything to you with his dick, but he does so anyway, and you barely get enough sleep whenever he’s on leave. So eagerly he wants to show you “his new tricks”... Truly, your pussy sighs from relief whenever this crazy young man marches out the door.

And what the hell are you supposed to do with all these gift cards he sends you? Does he even listen to you when you tell him you prefer experiences over material things? Ok, he hurries to say on the phone: you can pick a vacation spot for you two. Bali, Caribbean or Cape Horn? Svalbard? No?

You like it when a man is enthusiastic and commits, but this is a bit too much… And your pantry is wrecked after his visits, frankly you feel like he’s still a boy growing up from how much he eats... Your friends call you a cradle robber affectionately, even if you scream at them that he’s 25, not 15.

Can’t a girl enjoy some hot sex here, huh??

If only he was only after sex as well, but he’s not, kneeling in front of you when you’ve only just woken up and trying to have breakfast… You almost choke on your bowl of latte when this horny puppy is suddenly at your feet, holding up a diamond ring with a wide, heart-melting smile.

It’s not even the proposal or the rock that bothers you the most: how the hell can you say no to that lost-now-found dog stare??

[bouncybongfairy]

felix catton x reader where felix cheats and tries to win reader back 🫣🫣🫣

Nice Try

Felix Catton x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: A week after Felix cheats, you attempt to end your sulking by going to a party. He is there and convinces you to come back to his dorm; all in an attempt to win you back.

Word Count: 2.0k+

Account Ref: @kaionyx

TW: Drunken Sex, Nasty Smut

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Things have been quite stressful lately. You’d already been struggling to keep up with all your assignments. Now with the recent infidelity in your relationship, it was near impossible to focus. Truly nothing made you cringe more than watching a man beg for forgiveness after cheating. Felix had been texting you all week, trying to salvage the relationship the two of you had. It just wasn’t happening, trying to find the respect you had for him was like looking for a unicorn. You were currently in your dorm, getting ready to go out. It was that time of the semester where parties were every weekend and the smell of hopelessness lingered in everyone's nose. Being confined to your room due to a mild depression, it was finally time to go out and be a whore. The first couple days you were feeling guilty for not responding to Felix. Now you couldn’t be more excited to go out, not even with any girlfriends. On a mission to get dicked down, you start doing your hair and makeup. Drawing on a thick wing of eyeliner and complementing it with huge eyelashes. It had been a week since the last time you wore makeup, which caused you to feel quite full of yourself. After getting dressed and making sure your purse had all the essentials before leaving.

The air outside was cold and crisp, enough to make your stomach tighten as you walked. Hitting your pen as you made your way towards the frat house. It was still pretty early so the lawn wasn’t completely thrashed with bottles and drunken students. Immediately you head towards the kitchen, making yourself a drink. Your face lights up when you see the sour cherry syrup sitting next to the Ciroc bottles. Mixing the two into a solo cup and making your way back into the living room. Felix was there, leaning against one of the walls. He immediately spots you, walking quite briskly to greet you. Asking why you haven’t been taking any of his calls or responding to messages. The fact that he was even asking was pissing you off, like he forgot he cheated on you. 

“Maybe you could come over to my place? I have a surprise for you,” he says, you could tell he was a little tipsy. When he could see you weren’t amused he started finding other reasons for you to come over, “not to mention you left a lot of shit at my place,” he says, resting his hand on your hips. You allow him to do so but not let him pull you closer. 

“Ask me again when I'm drunker,” you say, laughing and turning to walk in the other direction. 

Ending up spotting a few friends from your social science class. Grouping in with them as you drank, they all seemed quite excited to see you out and about. Knowing you’d recently been through a breakup, they were encouraging you to drink and smoke. You happily obliged, constantly making trips to the kitchen to refill your cup. Dancing on your friends, enjoying the energy of everyone around you. Like everyone was letting out their demons one way or another. However, you started feeling quite sticky, the air thick with smoke. You excuse yourself and make your way to the front yard. Needing a bit of fresh air and wanting to smoke a blunt. It was still quite nippy outside but the vodka blanket was keeping you warm. Lighting the blunt and taking a deep drag, tilting your head back and exhaling. Admiring the moon as you looked up at the sky. Suddenly you smell menthol, reminding you of Felix. Sure enough when you look for the smell, you see him standing a couple feet away from you. Just your luck you’d run into him outside while having a smoke. His eyes light up and he walks over to greet you. He trips a little on his way over, which makes you chuckle. “As embarrassing as that was, hearing your laugh really made it worth it,” he says, the cheesy pickup line made you roll your eyes. 

“Who’s dad gave you that one to use?” you joke, taking another drag. 

“Oh come one, don’t act like you don’t miss me,” he says, offering you a hit on his ciggy, “I know you love a good puff when you’re drunk,” he says, taking the blunt out of your hand to insinuate he wanted to trade. 

Due to your inebriation, you were a little more willing to entertain his foolishness. Taking a drag, closing your eyes to enjoy the fresh feeling of menthol stinging your chest. Not used to the potency of a cig, you start coughing a bit. He was making small talk with you, basically running down this past week's events. You weren’t really paying attention, instead admiring him as he spoke. The two of you had a very active and healthy sex life. Banging like rabbits, it didn’t matter where or when. When you’re used to fucking at least once a day, a week seemed like a century. He looked amazing with the porch lights shining down on him. Illuminating his massive figure, he bellowed so much smoke from his exhales; nearing incinerating the blunt into ash with just a few hits. The smell of his cologne flooding your nose, giving you a small level of comfort. 

“So have you thought about hanging out tonight?” he asks, tilting his head to the side. 

At first you were going to decline his offer, however you were in desperate need to catch a dick. It was also nice to have sex in an apartment as opposed to a dorm room with thin walls. Not to mention it would be quite dangerous to be walking alone on campus while cross faded. It was actually nice walking together while holding each other. Having his arm draped over your shoulder, hand caressing the soft skin of your neck. Running your hand up and down his arm, blushing when you felt goosebumps on his skin. Felix smoked your blunt into a roach, so you were passing the pen back and forth to each other. His apartment was only two blocks from campus, luckily because the both of you were wasted. You held onto his belt loops once you finally got to his apartment. Waiting patiently for him to unlock the door, immediately the smell of cologne and stale smoke. To some it might be gross but for you it was nostalgic; reminding you of a simpler time, when you were ignorant to who Felix really was. He was turning on the stereo, grabbing a bottle of Jewel of Russia vodka. 

“Is that the surprise?” you asked, as he filled two shot glasses.

“No give me a second,” he said, going back into the bedroom, when he came out he was holding a teddy bear with a shirt that said: sorry for being an asshole. With a box of Martin’s Chocolatier chocolates. You couldn’t help but laugh, as sweet as the gesture was, it was humorous at its core. When you’re reminded that these gifts are because he cheated. 

“Aww you’re so sweet,” you play along, acting like this made up for shit.

“Really? I don’t know if you’ve been getting my voicemails but I want you to know that I’m so fucking sorry. I’d do anything to show you how much I regret taking you for granted,” he said. 

“Anything?” you asked suggestively, letting your body weight be supported by the kitchen island. 

“Fucking anything,” he says, eyeing you like a oasis in a desert. 

You use your hand gesturing to him to come closer. Without hesitation he approaches you. Using the counter behind you to support himself, pressing his body completely against yours. You felt like fire had been ignited on your cheeks and ears. Grateful that your makeup was hiding how truly flustered you were. He was breathing heavily down onto you, the smell of liquor coming from his breath was making you wet. Both of you were testing each other, waiting to see who was going to make the first move. The tension in the room was enough to make you swell and ache. Watching him eye you down like a piece of meat. Wanting to pounce but being stubborn, wanting him to kiss you first. Suddenly, he picks you up. Now you were sitting on the counter, him standing between your legs. An involuntary gasp leaves your mouth from the sudden movement. The height difference between the two of you is now gone, making direct eye contact. Lips hovering over each other, nothing but a couple centimeters keeping the distance. Wrapping your legs around his hips, making his dick print press against you. The friction made him smash his mouth against yours. 

The kiss was sloppy and rough. Biting and sucking on each other's lips till they were raw. Wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible. He uses his arm to clear off the counter. Shit catering to the floor, not that either of you gave a fuck. You unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans, exposing himself. Following suit, pulling your dress and the panties to the side. Nothing could have pulled the two of you out of the moment even for a second; not even a condom. He sticks his fingers in your mouth, collecting saliva to wet himself down. Moaning as he practically finger fucked your mouth, looking at you like he couldn’t wait to rip you apart. After stroking himself for a couple moments, he was lining his head up with your entrance. Letting your head fall back onto the cold counter top, becoming impatient with waiting. He finally slid in, after having no contact for a week, the feeling of him filling you was euphoric. You pulled him down by the hair and for a while you both just embarrassed each other. Both of you enjoying each other's bodies after being apart both emotionally and physically. Once in a while you’d clench around him, enjoying the fullness; he’d rock his hips feeling you walls suffocating him with an intense heat. 

He began fucking into you, tired of wasting time. Coiling your fingering in his shaggy hair, pulling slightly as he kissed and sucked hickies onto your shoulder and neck. A thin layer of sweat starts to coat both your bodies as the pace quickens. Feeling close to coming, you push him away. Sitting up on your elbows, he pulls out and away looking confused and concerned. 

“Take me to the couch.” You said. 

He smirks and carries you over, taking a seat with you on his lap. Facing him while on your knees, he starts to knead and play with your chest. You line his cock up and sink down until you fully take his member into you. He gasps at how tight and wet you felt around him, a groan leaves your mouth. Starting to bounce up and down, slowly at first. Lifting your all the way from his tip back down to the base. His eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth hung open as he watched. Working yourself on his cock, watching him get more and more flustered. Made you feel formidable, seeing the power your body wielded over him. Moving from your knees onto your toes, allowing you to bounce faster. He took this opportunity to start pounding up into you at an animalistic pace. Even though he was absolutely obliterating your cervix, the look on his face alone almost made you cum. He was bright red with sweat dripping, putting his heart and soul into destroying your pussy. 

He stops, picking you up without saying anything and walks the two of you into the bathroom. Setting you down before lamming the lights on and ripping the shower curtain off the hooks, causing them to fly to the ground. Seeing how desperate and rough he was driving you crazy. Still carrying you he slams your back into the shower wall. Pressing his full body weight onto you, pushing himself deep into you. Now that his hips and torso were helping support your weight, he reaches over and cuts the water on. Not even caring that the two of you were still clothed. The hot water rains down as he starts furiously slamming himself in you. Wet hair covered your face slightly, fucking up your makeup and lashes. Normally you’d be insecure about how ridiculous your face looked, makeup running down your face. He was making you feel like a pornstar, like you were the only thing that could satisfy him. Fucking into you so hard that all the bottles on the shower rack were bouncing loudly. He was panting, water dripping off the hair that was flopped on the front of his face; just slightly covering his eyes. Moaning so loud it was practically screaming, tightening around him as you got close. 

Feeling you start to tighten and convulse made him cum into you. Hard thrusts as he moaned loudly into your ear. Making eye contact as the two of you came together. The way you could feel him get harder, and the last couple thrust become more slippery only made you want more. Catching his breath and turning the water off. Instead of stopping, he just walked back to the bedroom. Standing at the foot of the bed before falling forward, so that the two of you were missionary on the bed. After fucking for so long, the two of you were both extremely sensitive. Almost to the point where you wanted to stop, but when he started rocking his hip again you couldn't get enough. Cum leaking out of you slightly, making his cock slide in and out so easily. You let your body go limp and he slowly trusted, increasing his pace. Holding the back of your knees up, allowing him to frantically chase his orgasm at a better angle. Due to you having recently orgasm, it didn’t take long before you were the both of you were teetering the edge of your climaxes. Gripping onto the blanket as you felt him fill you against. Bucking and rutting uncontrollably while moaning. He collapses next to you, both of you practically half dead. While he laid there passed out, you got up. Legs shaking but still determined to take the soaked clothes you had on. Putting on a pair of his sweatpants and hoodie. Reaching out trying to cuddle you, he notices you were up; dressed and on your phone. 

“Thank you for giving us a second chance,” he said groggily. 

“Who said that?” you asked, grabbing your purse before meeting the Uber you just ordered.

[sky-fire-forever]

One thing I've actually been thinking about for awhile is the parallel between Mary Bonnet and Izzy Hands and, more specifically, how Ed and Stede are treated in their abandonment of them.

Izzy and Mary are mirrors of each other. Izzy is to Ed as Mary is to Stede. The one the captain is duty-bound to. The one they made a promise to stand by. Stede and Ed fail to communicate with them and when they do, they choose the wrong times and method (Ed talking around his boredom with his way of life while they are under threat of death, Stede surprising Mary with the boat). They don't listen to their respective partners (Ed basically ignoring Izzy while Izzy begs for a plan on how to not die, Stede not remembering that Mary hates the ocean). And Izzy and Mary are the caretakers for the people they're responsible for, with Ed and Stede only giving them attention when it's time to play (Ed choosing to stay in his cabin and making Izzy do most of the actual managing of the crew until Ed finds something new to be excited about, Stede being shown to ignore his children until it's time to play pirates). They also both lie to their partners about their plans when confronted (Stede claiming he'll "have it stopped" when referring to the boat before lying about having it made at all, Ed claiming he's planning on killing Stede even though he never wanted to). They both abandon their partners' plans (Ed deciding not to kill Stede, Stede running out on Mary). Izzy and Mary are both shown to be unhappy with their respective partners, but stay with them out of a sense of duty or responsibility (Izzy's threat to resign comes after he's been struggling to manage the crew and his life for some time, Mary saying straight up that she knows this isn't the life she or Stede wanted). There's like a million other things, but other people have made better posts about that

The point is that Discomfort in a Married State is about both Stede and Mary being unhappily married, but also Ed and Izzy being unhappy in the same dynamic. As much as they try, no one in either party are actually HAPPY with the way things are. Ed is bored out of his mind and feels like life is flat and has nothing to look forward to. Stede feels the same way about his life with Mary. Mary is dealing with an impulsive husband while taking care of her children and struggling to manage Stede's mood while still living her life in a way that doesn't make her miserable. Izzy does the same. Even though Mary and Izzy are upholding the relationship and staying true to their bond, they are obviously unhappy too.

What I'm interested in discussing is the way both Stede and Ed are treated by the narrative as it regards their betrayal of their partners.

Stede is shown to be in the WRONG for abandoning Mary. She's happier without him, yes, but it's pretty clearly stated that him just up and leaving her and their children was a DICK MOVE and he has to deal with that. He's made to come back to a world that no longer has a place for him in it. His children have forgotten him or resent him, his wife has found actual love with someone else, and he's no longer fit for the life he abandoned (not that he ever was, really). Stede is shown the consequences of his actions, how he hurt people by leaving and also how people are better off without him. He's punished by the narrative, made to feel uncomfortable and guilty. This makes sense!

Stede being depressed in his life is not an excuse to just... run away from it. We're shown that him leaving was a good thing, but him playing with the emotions of the people in his life by deciding when and if he wants them to be in his life at all and trying to dictate that just isn't the responsible thing to do. It's not until he finally sits and has an actual conversation with Mary where he listens to her that they're both able to move on fully. They're able to agree on an outcome, they Talk It Through and are both happier for it.

Ed imo is never treated the same way as it concerns his betrayal of Izzy. He lied to Izzy and then went back on their plan, doesn't say a word when Izzy is banished from the ship (doesn't even try to stop him from dueling Stede in the first place), and emotionally abandons him pretty much immediately after meeting Stede. Izzy is shown looking for direction and guidance from a man he trusts and who is supposed to be looking out for his best interests, only to be dismissed and mocked. Izzy repeatedly goes to Ed for direction, asks him "what do we do" or "you told me you would do this, so let's follow through" only for Ed to turn around and do something completely different. And then with the Act of Grace, he plans on running away and leaving Izzy behind entirely. Ed's betrayal of Izzy SHOULD mirror Stede's abandonment of Mary.

But Ed is never punished for it. The way Stede goes back to Mary in a time of crisis and the way Ed goes back to the crew (and Izzy) is the same situation. But where Stede has to deal with the consequences for his selfishness, Ed just... doesn't. He has to deal with his breakup, yeah, but not how he really was just going to leave the crew behind. He tortures and hurts his crew and specifically Izzy, but he's allowed back on the ship as long as he wears a cat bell. He doesn't even appear bothered by it. He never has a moment like Stede and Mary get where a conversation is had and faults are acknowledged on both sides.

Where Stede had to recognize his mistakes and grow, Ed gets off with a slap on the wrist. Mary gets better without Stede dragging her down, but Izzy falls apart without purpose until the crew give him a new purpose in being their unicorn

I don't necessarily think this is a bad thing or even poor writing if it was explored more. It mostly just perplexes me. Why make these connections between these characters at all? It fascinates me

I really wish we could see Mary and Izzy interact. Just once. So Izzy could meet someone who understands

[green-eyedfirework]

Prince Dick who’s set to marry Prince Grant for an alliance between Gotham and Defiance, but when he arrives in Defiance it’s to find Grant very recently dead and a furious, grieving King Slade. Who is now apparently the man Dick has to marry.

Dick tries to make the best out of his circumstances and tries to be his normal, cheerful self, but Slade cuts him down every time. If he's not happy, no one else gets to be happy either.

Dick snaps one day and tells Slade to his face that he's drowning everyone else in his grief and gloom and that being married to a corpse would be better than this.

Everyone goes dead silent.

Slade backhands him hard enough to send Dick into a wall and giving him a concussion.  Dick gets led away for medical treatment, Slade gets chewed out by a lot of people, included an extremely displeased Wintergreen. Slade fumes in both rage and guilt.

When Dick appears at breakfast the next morning, he's silent.  Unsmiling.  He doesn't make any effort to engage with people the way he was before, mirroring his intended's silence. Slade tries to convince himself that it's the injury, Dick's tired, he just has a really bad headache, but the excuses wear thin.

Slade finally realizing how somber and depressing the castle has gotten.  How no one seems to speak in front of him anymore.  There's no laughter or smiles and his husband-to-be won't look him in the eye and murmurs 'yes, your majesty' or 'no, your majesty' to any question he's asked.

Slade realizing he has to fix this.

He ends up taking Dick on a horseback ride to what used to be Grant's favorite place in the woods or something like that and haltingly tells a story about Grant he has to break off halfway through because he's trying not to cry. He hasn't cried since he got the news, he couldn't cry, but now his face is prickling and his breathing is ragged and he can't help it.

Dick cautiously coming closer and hugging him when Slade doesn't try to push him away.

Meanwhile, back at the castle--

Wintergreen: what do you mean you let King Slade and Prince Richard ride off together by themselves

the stablehand: ...was--was I not supposed to?

Wintergreen:

Wintergreen: if I find out that Slade's murdered his intended and dumped his body in the woods, I'm blaming you

Wintergreen is trying very hard to convince himself that Slade wouldn’t do that, it’s fine, Richard is all good (while also remembering all the horrible things Slade has done and gotten away with, what’s a little princely murder to top it all off—)

Wintergreen is tearing his hair out and meanwhile Slade and Dick are just peacefully sitting together in a meadow. When they come back, Wintergreen feels a wave of relief that he doesn't need to figure out how to appease Gotham.  And then he notices that Slade's smiling.  Well, smirking, but the point still holds.  And Dick laughs and Slade doesn't look thunderous.

Wintergreen: is he a witch?

[loudstan]

New Town, New Me

Summary: Jaemin can't understand why his destined mate has been marked by another werewolf.

Pairing: Werewolf! Jaemin x Witch! Female reader

Warnings: smut, some angst, Jaemin has a breeding kink but what's new

“New town, new me,” you murmured for the tenth time this week. 

 You moved to a new city about a month ago, thinking a clean start was right what you needed after your last breakup. Some may say you were being too dramatic, like, who would leave the city entirely just to avoid seeing your ex? 

You. 100%.

You would quit your job, sell all your shit and move to the other side of the country if that meant you didn’t have to see that dick (and his dick) again. After all, the only reason you were living in the capital city before was because he asked you to…and of course you had said yes! You were engaged, after all.

Did that matter anymore? It was all over now. There was nothing left for you there. The man who had promised to love you was head over heels for somebody else, you had never liked your job anyways, and the few friends you had made were your ex’s friends too. Staying would only make you more depressed.

Plus you always wanted to live by the seaside.

 But not even the calming ocean scent could make you feel better after another day of not landing a job. You had been living off your savings for almost two months now and if you didn’t get a job soon, you would have to move in with your parents in your hometown. That wasn’t an option.

 You loved your parents. You really did. But they had been so worried about you ever since they heard about the engagement gone wrong, and it had been hard to convince them you would be fine on your own. You remember how much you argued when you told them you were moving to the capital with your boyfriend, how they kept telling you it was an important decision and to take things slow… oh, how right they were. When you told them you were dumped, you were expecting them to say “I told you so”, but they were so incredibly supporting and kind, assuring you you would find the right person for you one day, and that they would be there for you whenever you wanted to talk.

 But you really didn’t want to talk. At least not about it. It was embarrassing.

Moving in with your parents would mean that you wouldn’t be able to escape their interrogation. 

You would also have to explain the peculiar mark on your neck.

“New town, new me,” you repeated. Now the eleventh time of the week, still staring at the sea that looked blurry and unrecognizable due to the tears that kept distorting your vision. You had been crying for hours, from when the sky displayed a beautiful blend of orange and red until now; the sky and everything around you was dark as your fingers dug into the sand and the sound of the waves breaking became louder, making the headache you got for crying so much worse.

 You sniffed and blew your nose into your sleeve, not caring how gross it was, before standing and trying to get the sand off your body, which inevitably stuck to your skin and clothes. You let out a frustrated groan as you started walking away from the shore and into the barely illuminated city streets which after all this time you still couldn’t recognize. Your place should be somewhere around and you would be able to find it easily if only the battery of your phone wasn’t dead. 

A chill ran down your spine at the possibility of being lost in the middle of the night in a city where you knew no one. Your heart beat faster and you accelerated your steps, even though you had no idea where you were going, until you saw a little store that still had the lights on and sprinted towards what seemed to be your only chance to ask for help.

 You reached the store just when the lights went out and a man stepped out, locking the door.

  “E-excuse-,” you tried to speak while catching your breath.

“We’re closed,” the man hummed without even sparing you a glance.

“But I-,” you insisted desperately.

“Come back tomorrow,” he said monotonously, his broad back still the only thing you could see as he put the keys of the store in his pocket and started walking away. “Working hours are from 9:00 A.M. to 9:00 P.M on weekdays, until 6:00 P.M. on Saturdays, and we don’t open on Sundays nor National Holidays,” he continued reciting like he was a customer service answering machine without a care for what could happen to you.

 You bursted out crying. Not quietly sobbing like in the beach before, but ugly loud crying, in the middle of the street.

 This seemed to finally get the man’s attention, who turned around to look at you for the first time and gasped audibly. If it wasn’t for your tears you would have been able to see the conflict in his face; he looked like he had discovered the most valuable of treasures, his eyes shining excitedly but at the same time his brows furrowed in concern at your distressed state. 

 “H-hey…It’s okay,” he stuttered nervously, taking the keychain out of his pocket and fighting with the door lock. “We’re still open-it’s okay!” He finally managed to open the door and quickly turned the lights on before motioning for you to come in. “W-what do you need? I’ll give you a d-discount-fuck, don’t cry, I’ll give it to you for free, okay?”

 You weren’t even listening to him, too consumed by your own misery, letting it all out after almost two months of solitude in a strange place.You cried louder, hiccuping and breathing with difficulty, much to the man’s dismay, who just couldn’t find the right words to comfort you. So he stopped talking and embraced you in a firm hug instead.

 You stopped crying immediately, shocked at the stranger’s arms surrounding you and pulling you into his chest without hesitation. As if the situation wasn’t already weird enough, you soon felt something funny; a warm sensation traveling from your chest to the rest of your body. It made your head void of all thought, your fingers tingle, and a weird excitement started to grow in your stomach. It felt pleasurable. 

“Oh…” was all that left your mouth as your confused body tried to adapt to the feeling. Could it be some type of spell? “W-what-”

“Shh…,it’s nothing bad, ” he whispered reassuringly. “It will make you feel better. Just let it happen…”

 You let out a shaky breath as you melted in his arms. It felt so good. He could be a serial killer and you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Your life was already shitty anyways, so if you were going to die, then at least you got to feel good before.

“Now, how about we go inside and you tell me all about it?” the stranger purred, his voice hypnotizing you while one of his hands caressed your hair cautiously. “I’m a great listener.”

You nodded mindlessly, letting him guide you inside the small store. You would say yes to anything he asked from you right now, especially when you finally caught a glimpse of his gorgeous face.

 You took a proper look at the store and realized what type of place it was: an apothecary; where people could buy all types of ingredients used for medicine and potions alike. You felt nostalgic; you always enjoyed potion making in school and even pursued it as a major for a few years. You would have graduated if your ex hadn’t convinced you to drop out and move to a different city with him. You cringed at your own stupidity and sighed, letting the man walk you past the counter and countless shelves with products until you reached a wooden door at the back of the store. When he opened the door you saw a small but comfy room with a small table, a couple of chairs, a sofa, and something that looked like an improvised kitchen.

“It’s not much, but it’s better than standing in the cold outside,” he murmured as he sat you down on the sofa and walked towards the kitchen cabinets. “Do you drink coffee?”

“...Yeah,” you croaked while you took a proper look at his figure; he was tall and muscular, the sweater he was wearing doing nothing to hide the firm muscles of his arms. He had both a killing body and a pretty face? Whoever he ended up marrying was one lucky person for sure; and for a moment you spaced out and found yourself imagining it was you, and you were sitting in the living room of your house while he prepared dinner.

 You shook your head, weirded out at the ridiculous thought, and decided to blame it on him for looking so good while doing something so domestic.

“Here,” he said, offering you a warm mug with coffee which you gladly took in your hands. “Sorry, I don’t have milk or sugar…I-uh, normally like it dark.”

“It’s okay,” you assured him, taking a sip of the bitter liquid. You would usually prefer something sweeter, but just the fact that he made this for you made you feel a bit warm inside already. 

This man himself had some type of calming effect on you and as soon as he dragged a chair and sat in front of you, you found yourself telling him all about your worries while your phone was charging. You told him you had moved to town almost two months ago, but that you couldn’t find a job and didn’t know anyone so it was hard to make friends. He listened attentively, nodding and speaking when the time was right and asking some questions when needed. He was indeed a good listener.

“Sorry I took so much of your time…,” you finally said.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said immediately, drinking from his own mug. “I had no plans, anyways.”

“I find it hard to believe,” you snorted.

“Oh? Why is that?” he quirked an eyebrow at you curiously. 

“I mean,…it’s Friday night. I’m sure you had a party to attend…a girlfriend to see…” you murmured the last part knowing it was none of your business, but you were still dying to know.

“Nope,” he answered, staring at his now empty mug. “None of that.”

“There’s no way you’re single!.”

“Why is it so hard to believe?”

“You’re hot-,” you blurted out and immediately clasped your hand over your mouth. “Oh god, I’m so sorry…I never speak like this to strangers, I don’t know what’s wrong with me today-”

“Jaemin,” he said.

“What?” 

“My name is Jaemin,” he repeated and gestured his hand towards you, indicating it was your turn to introduce yourself.

“O-oh, right… I’m Y/N,” you said timidly.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he gave you a smile that would charm every human on Earth as he leaned forward. “Now that we’re not strangers anymore, is it okay for me to say that you’re incredibly hot too?”

 You gasped, blushing to the point your ears were hot. But just as fast, you felt your heart stop and your hands go cold when you noticed the red glim in his eyes as he eyed you up. 

 “Y-you’re a w-werewolf…” you breathed out, your chest rising and falling unevenly. 

“I won’t hurt you,” he quickly assured you, his heart aching at the sudden repudiation coming from you. He placed his mug on the table and raised his hands up,trying to look as harmless as possible. “We are not as violent as people think- oh…, but I guess I’m not the first werewolf you encounter,” he mumbled when his eyes finally noticed a scar on your neck.

 You quickly fixed your scarf to cover the mark, but it was too late.

“You’re mated,” he said dejectedly, his eyes glossy as he stared at your neck even though it was now covered. “B-but it can’t be…”

You both sat in silence. He seemed to be having an internal battle while you reprimanded yourself for carelessly flirting with yet another werewolf. 

“How long have you been together?” Jaemin asked, his demeanor changing drastically as he offered you a polite smile.

“A while,” you lied for two reasons; the first one being that the truth was embarrassing and the second that you didn’t want him to think he had a chance with you. No matter how attractive he was, you wouldn’t get involved with a werewolf again.

“That’s great,” he said through gritted teeth. “So you guys moved here together, right?”

“Y-yeah…” you stuck to your lie.

Jaemin stared at you intently as if he was trying to decipher some secret message behind your words. “I may not look like it, but I’m quite a romantic,” he chuckled dryly, lying back on his chair to offer you an inviting view of his thighs. “I really enjoy listening to genuine love stories… So how did you two meet?”

“It wasn’t that romantic ” you said, trying to sound calm while remembering such painful events. “He visited my hometown during vacations and got lost, so he approached me in the street to ask for directions, but ended up blurting out that I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen…,” you half laughed, half scoffed. “Love at first sight, I guess…”

“...What did it feel like?” Jaemin asked after nodding slowly.

“Good? I guess? Everyone likes being complimented, right?” you shrugged. “It was cute.”

Jaemin tilted his head. “...Cute?”

“Yeah, adorable,” you confirmed. 

“Did you just call the pull cute?” he furrowed his eyebrows.

“The what-?” you asked dumbly.

“The pull, Y/N,” he leaned forward, placing his elbows on his thighs and resting his chin on his hands. “The feeling that tells you someone is your mate and doesn’t let you stay away from them? Of course you know about that, being mated to a werewolf and all…”

“R-right,” you lied. “I know,” you said, but you did not know a thing about this so-called pull. Your ex simply told you he imprinted on you and you were so flattered that you believed him without questioning it, developing feelings for him later on. 

“Then it has to be more than just cute,” he insisted on making you say something more elaborate. “Maybe you felt something warm in your entire body? Sudden tranquility, like nothing mattered as long as that person was there? Hands hurting to hold that person closer, so close until you can only feel each other? Or maybe…” his hand reached slowly until his fingertips barely grazed your abdomen and his voice dropped an octave. “...a boost of desire right here?”

 You could do nothing to conceal  the embarrassing mewl nor the way your body visibly shivered. Jaemin was talking like he knew the feeling very well; like he had felt it very recently. More importantly, he was describing exactly what you felt when he hugged you outside the store… could it be-? No, no way…

 Was he suggesting that you were his mate? 

 Judging by how thrilled he looked by your reaction to his words and touch, that was exactly what he was thinking. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, picking up a scent that your human nose couldn’t, and then he licked his lips, his own body shivering

“Yeah?” he whispered darkly. “Sounds familiar?”

“I-I felt just like t-that,” you admitted shamefully, but were quick to gain some self control and elaborate your lie further. “With my boyfriend.”

 Jaemin’s eyes snapped open, as red and bright as before. The way his jaw clenched let you know he wasn’t happy with that answer.

“I bet,” he muttered, forcing another smile. “Must be nice.”

“It sure is,” you affirmed. 

Just when he opened his mouth to say something else, your phone buzzed from the corner where it had been charging. Thankfully, your survival mode had activated and you were quick to use the opportunity as a way to escape. You stood up and went to grab your phone, entering your password to find a message from your mom.Perfect timing!

“That 's him!,” you said with a relieved tone, talking about your imaginary boyfriend. “I should go, he must be so worried.”

“Took him long enough,” Jaemin said, failing to hide the slightly sarcastic tone, looking at the clock on the wall and standing up as well. “Why isn’t he coming to pick you up?”

“No need, I live nearby,” you confessed now that you were looking at the map on your phone. “I’m gonna uh-..go,” you said hurriedly as you made your way to the door, followed by Jaemin, who just nodded in silence. When you stepped outside the store, you found yourself already longing for his touch and you cursed yourself.

“Jaemin,” you called, your heart throbbing when his sad eyes met yours. “Thank you.”

His eyes lighted up and stared at you, tongue-tied as you mumbled a short goodbye and walked away. 

“Y/N!” you heard him yell after a few seconds, and turned around just in time to see him jogging towards you. He stopped when he was in front of you, moving his hands towards your body but changing his mind and crossing his arms instead. “T-the store…I, uh- We’re hiring.”

“Huh?” 

“You said you needed a job, right?” he rubbed the back of his neck. “We need help at the apothecary. The owner is an old man and he’s taking a break because of his health. I do everything myself, so he told me I could, like-hire someone to help or…,” he mumbled nervously, losing track of the main point. “Anyways, maybe you’re interested?” he asked hopefully. 

You were very interested! It was like a miracle! A job being offered to you out of nowhere? It felt like destiny… 

Destiny. Just like a wolf’s mate. You shook the idea out of your head immediately; if you took the job, you would spend most of your time with this dangerously attractive werewolf. Was that a good idea?

 “I’ll think about it…,” you finally said.

“Y-yeah okay,” Jaemin nodded, biting his lower lip anxiously.  “Take your time.”

That happened about two weeks ago and you hated to be thinking about his offering so seriously, but when you checked your bank balance you understood you were in no position to be picky anymore. You needed a job, any job, now.

 That was the only reason you were now standing outside the apothecary now. Not because you couldn’t stop thinking about Jaemin. Definitely not because your chest ached whenever you mentally scolded yourself, repeating you wouldn’t see him again.

You took a deep breath in and walked inside the store, greeted with Jaemin’s tired expression; he looked pale, slightly thinner and there were dark circles under his eyes. As soon as he saw you he let out a relieved sigh and a soft murmur that sounded like ‘you’re finally here’ and walked around the counter, towards you. When he was close enough, he rested his head on your shoulder and whimpered, shocking you for the second time at how easily he touched people he wasn’t close with.

 “Y/N,” he breathed out pathetically, at the verge of tears. “Please tell me you’re here to take the job- I… I can’t do this.”

 “W-what’s wrong?” you asked, repressing the gratifying sensation consuming your body at the physical touch you had been craving for weeks. 

“Need you here, please.,” he mumbled drowsily and cursed under his breath at the scent he had been missing.

 He was talking about the job. He had to be talking about the job.

“I-uh, I can try?” you offered and he immediately lifted his head.

“Really?” he asked.

“Yeah, I mean- You need help and I need a job, so…”

“Can you start today?” he asked instantly, almost desperately.

“...Don’t you want to read my CV first? Or interview me?” you inquired, offering him a folder with your printed information inside.

“O-oh, yeah of course,” he opened the folder and flipped to the limited pages of your CV. You shifted uncomfortably, almost sure he would be disappointed at your lack of job experience. “You majored in potion making?” he asked, raising his eyebrows, displaying an impressed look.

“I didn’t finish,” you admitted humbly. 

“Me neither,” he hummed. “I was studying to become a healer, but tuition was ridiculously expensive. I’m hoping I can save enough to go back to school after a year or so.”

 Jaemin asked you a few more questions and explained all you needed to know about salary and working hours, before he started showing you how everything worked at the store. The more time you spent with him, the more attractive and charming he seemed and you were having a hard time controlling your breathing whenever he would lean in closer to you to help you reach a top shelf or show you how to look for products on the computer.

 Just when you were wondering how you were going to survive something caught your eye. On one of the back shelves, there was a bright pink little jar, accompanied with a handwritten sign which said ‘Venom; Magenta Dwarf Snake’. You were familiar with that ingredient; it could be lethal, but if used wisely and mixed with the right botanicals and oils, you could create a strong numbing potion. You knew it first hand; when you were a freshman in university, someone very important to you passed away during your finals week. You were devastated, but at that time you were so invested in having a good career that you didn’t have time to grieve. So instead, being the talented potion maker you were, you stole some ingredients from the laboratory and made your own diy numbing potion. It worked almost immediately, replacing the pain with nothingness; in fact, you felt absolutely nothing for as long as the effect lasted and you kept drinking the potion until your exams finished.

 It wouldn’t hurt to numb your body a bit if that helped you resist Jaemin’s charm while finding a different job. Honestly, you had never felt such a strong desire for anyone; your pulse was fast, your brain could barely function, and your knees would get weak whenever he said your name. You were terrified. What if he really had imprinted on you?

No.That whole wolves mating with humans thing was bullshit. You wouldn’t fall for that again. 

 But by the time your shift was over and Jaemin bid you goodbye,your silly heart already protesting at the idea of separation, you knew you couldn’t resist him. At least not naturally. 

Luckily, you had managed to slide one of the tiny pink jars in your pocket. So when you showed up for work the next day your pulse was so stable you could barely feel it, the serenity that took over you was almost monotonous and no butterflies tickled your belly when Jaemin smiled at you.

 “Need some help over here?” he asked you when he saw you standing on your tippy toes to reach a shelf, standing very close behind you, until you could feel his breath on your neck. 

“Nope. I’m good,” you replied without even acknowledging the invasion of your personal space. 

Jaemin was taken aback for a second. He couldn’t pick up any trace of nervousness, nor could he smell the sweet scent of desire that you wouldn’t be able to hide whenever he got close to you. It was completely different to what he experienced the day before, and he didn’t like it. So he decided to step up his game.

“You sure?” he insisted, his fingers tracing your arms playfully, which backfired, making his own pulse accelerate. “Wouldn’t want my pretty assistant getting hurt.”

“I’ll be fine,” you said, breaking away from his touch and moving to organize the next shelf, leaving a stunned Jaemin behind. 

 And just like that, months of you working at the apothecary passed and you found it was incredibly easy to work with Jaemin when you couldn’t feel a thing. 

 Jaemin, however, seemed frustrated and unsatisfied with each of your interactions. You weren’t mean to him or anything; you were polite and kind, but there seemed to be no emotion in your eyes and that tormented him everyday. 

He had tried to have deeper conversations with you, but you avoided him every time, or gave him short and vague answers. He wasn’t even trying to flirt with you anymore; he understood that you had a mate and were not interested in him, but he still wanted to be close to you. Just when he thought there was no hope for him, mother nature stepped in to help.

“Y/N, just go home!” he sighed exasperatedly. “I don’t want you here when the typhoon hits; it’s dangerous.”

“I’m good,” you shrugged. “How bad can it be? Besides today we were supposed to receive the ingredients we orde-”

 You were interrupted by a loud noise coming from outside; something that sounded like thunder mixed with heavy winds and some distant screams.

“I don’t think the order will arrive today…,” he pointed out.

 You bit your lip, starting to feel just a tiny taste of anxiety building up. The truth was, you were out of numbing potion. You had drunk the last bit in the morning and you could feel it wearing off, so you really needed that order to arrive today and you needed to be there to receive it. 

 “It’s too late to go home now anyways,” you sighed as you both approached the door to peek outside.

“I guess we’ll both be staying here until it calms down,” he hummed and proceeded to secure all the doors and windows. 

“Both of us?!” you yelped, suddenly very aware of how bad the situation was. 

Jaemin looked at you, surprised at what was the first trace of  emotion he had been able to detect coming from you in a while. “Uh-yeah?”

“I-I don’t think it’s that bad yet,” you tried to argue and thinking that if you weren’t going to get your potion today, then it was better to go home than being stuck with Jaemin. “I’ll just run home,” you declared, grabbing your jacket and heading to the door, but a strong grip on your arm stopped you.

 “J-jaemin-,” you pleaded as you started to feel abnormally warm where his skin touched yours. 

“Oh, so now you want to leave?” he asked in disbelief. “You should have listened to me before. It’s too dangerous now. I won’t let you go out there,” he said, pulling you closer to him with ease.

 Miraculously, you suppressed the whine that his words caused, but you couldn’t hide the effect he had on you for much longer. 

“What’s gotten into you today?” Jaemin asked, concerned. “Are you not feeling well?”

“I’m f-fine! I’m good I just need to-gotta lie d-down,” you mumbled and regretted it immediately when he curled his toned arms around you and picked you up, carrying you to the back room. “J-jaemin, I can walk!”

“You can’t,” he debated. “You think I didn’t see the way your legs trembled?”

 You groaned and he finally laid you down on the sofa, staring at you curiously when you immediately put your shaky hands on his shoulders and tried to push him away. He stood up slowly and walked towards the kitchenette.

“I’ll make you some coffee,” he offered, reaching for the milk and sugar that he kept in there ever since he learned your drink preference. You said nothing, your breath starting to pick up its pace.

 Jaemin offered you the mug but you scurried further away in the couch as if you were terrified of him. 

“Okay, Y/N, you’re scaring me…,” he murmured, starting to panic at your agitated state. 

“A-away-,” you whimpered. “J-just stay away, p-please.”

Jaemin moved to the other side of the room obediently, placing the mug on the kitchen counter. It pained him that you didn’t want him near you, but he hated seeing you so disturbed.

 When you were sure he was far enough, you reached for your purse and clumsily took out your homemade potion jar.Maybe there was some potion remaining at the bottom? Even if it was one drop, you needed it. But your hands were sweating and shaking and it fell from your hands, rolling on the floor all the way to Jaemin’s feet. You gasped, but it was too late; Jaemin had grabbed the flask and was glaring at it suspiciously. 

“What is this?” he asked you sternly.

“J-jaemin, give it back,” you begged.

“What.is.this?” he insisted, his tone harsh.

“Medicine! It’s m-medicine, I need it-,” you mumbled but you wouldn’t be able to fool someone with that much knowledge about potions and medicine.

“With this scent?” he asked, sniffing at the flask. “I don’t think so,” he said as he opened it and hit the bottom of the jar until a single drop landed on his finger. Without hesitation, he placed his finger on the tip of his tongue and waited for a few seconds, before his eyes landed on you again, reprimanding you silently.

“Numbing potion,” he said. “How long have you been drinking this?”

You shook your head and looked away, afraid of the effect his eyes only had on you.

“A few days? Weeks?” he insisted, growing more concerned each second.

You squeezed your eyes closed and refused to give him an answer, but he was clever enough to put two and two together. 

“It’s been months, hasn’t it?” he asked fearfully. “W-why?! Do you know how dangerous it is?”

“I’ve had it before,” you defended yourself. “I know what I’m d-doing,”

“For this long?!”

“N-no, but…”

“Y/N this is meant to be used very short term! Once you stop drinking the potion, you’ll feel everything you were repressing at once-are you insane?!”

“I know!” you finally snapped. “But I needed it okay?”

“What could be so bad that it made you not want to feel anything?!” he asked exasperatedly.

Again, you didn’t say anything. As if you could admit that you needed a potion so you wouldn’t be on your knees for Jaemin every time you saw him.

 “Is it your boyfriend?” he asked angrily, even though he hated even bringing him up.

 You shook your head and sobbed a little. 

Jaemin furrowed his eyebrows. 

“Are you sure? Because something about this relationship is definitely off,” he walked towards you slowly, ignoring your pleads for him to stay away. “He has never picked you up from work, never calls you, hell I can’t even smell him on you.”

You stood up with difficulty and hid behind the sofa, your figure trembling against the wall as Jaemin got closer to you.

“Does he not treat you well?” Jaemin insisted, his instincts telling him to protect you from whoever was hurting you. “Y/N, tell me, I’ll kill him-”

“THERE’S NO BOYFRIEND!” You finally yelled. 

Jaemin stopped moving and stared at you wide-eyed. You pulled your hair and groaned.

“...What? B-but your neck-”

“My ex,” you confess, and it feels like it lifted a weight off of you. “He told me I was his mate and I believed him because I didn’t know shit about werewolves, and then one day he tells me he was just confused and he had met his real mate and he fucking ‘apologised for the missunderstanding’,” you made quotation marks with your fingers and scoffed the last words with a very poor imitation of what your ex’s voice sounded like. “That fucking- ugh! But that was way before I moved here. I’m over that asshole,” you groaned.

Jaemin couldn’t comprehend a single thing you were saying. It was too much, too fast.

“Then why were you drinking th-?” he asked dumbfounded.

“Because of you!” you whined. “You and your pretty face, and your charming smile, your smooth voice, your fucking hot body- just- you! You make me feel so weird and want to bounce on your dick as soon as I see you- so fucking annoying!”

Jaemin’s mouth hung open in shock and confusion. He then chuckled humorlessly and poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, shaking his head.

“Come here,” he ordered.

 You shivered and felt dizzy at the command, but refused to give in. “N-no.”

“You can’t say all that shit and expect me to control myself, Y/N,” he growled. “Come here.”

“I don’t wanna be m-mated to you,” you argued.

“So you knew,” he whispered. “You knew I imprinted on you,” Jaemin’s eyes were gleaming maliciously now. He was furious. 

“So what?” you defied him even though you were dying to kiss him, your feelings getting more intense than ever. “You could just be confused too. Your feelings can change just like his-”

 Jaemin snarled and hastily reached for you, firmly grabbing your hands and pinning them to the wall. 

“Don’t compare me to that piece of shit,” he threatened. “We are not the same. We don’t feel the same. And whatever you felt for him, doesn’t even come close to what I’m about to make you feel.”

 You wanted to fight it, but you were overwhelmed with emotions. Now that the potion was wearing off, everything you had been keeping in was consuming you. You were craving Jaemin more than anything.

“Understood?” Jaemin hummed almost sweetly against your lips, but the promise of a threat was still there so you nodded. “Good. Now we’re going to ride out the side effects of your stupid choices together, hm?”

 Before you could answer, he was kissing you harshly, releasing all the pent up desire that he had to repress because of you. He bit your lip, and slid his tongue into your mouth, moaning at the wet sensation mixed with your little whines. He pressed his body against you, his firm pecs rubbing your nipples and you broke away from the kiss, moaning loudly. 

“Oh? But I haven’t done anything yet, have I?” Jaemin teased you. “Is this because of that dumb potion you took?”

 You bit your lip, but more moans came out of you as Jaemin slid his thigh in between your legs and flexed it a little. 

“Yeah, you like that?” he panted against your lips. “Is my baby sensitive?”

 You nodded and tried to stand on your tippy toes to put some distance between his thigh and your center but he grasped your hips and pressed you harshly against him again, making you moan desperately. 

“Nuh-uh,” he warned. “My baby drank something bad, yeah? The only way to feel better is to let it all out.”

“J-jaemin, please,” you begged, pushing your now free hands against his chest. “It’s too much.”

“But you’re sick, Y/N,” he cooed with a fake sweet tone as he forced you to ride his thigh. “We need to treat it as soon as possible to make you feel better.” 

“T-too hot,” you complained. The air was getting suffocating and your body was taking revenge for all the time you had it on autopilot mode. 

“Oh, poor thing,” he uttered as he started unbuttoning your shirt. He successfully unbuttoned the first three buttons before he lost his patience and ripped it open, the remaining buttons landing somewhere on the floor. “Let me help you,” he whispered before he pulled your bra down enough to expose your breasts and used his fingertips to tease your hardened nipples. 

 “Jaemin! Oh!” you whimpered and squirmed against his hold, trying to run away from the stimulation, but he just laughed at you.

“Why did you stop riding me, Y/N?” he asked like he was reproaching a naughty child’s behavior. His hands went back to your hips and he forced you to move back and forward, rubbing against your clit, while he used his mouth to toy with your nipples instead. “You need to start listening to me if you want to get better.”

“B-but it’s-ah! Feels too-,” you gasped at the recognizable feeling of an orgasm starting to build up, you tried to push him away again, feeling like it was too much and not enough at the same time, but your strength couldn’t compare to his and he hummed around the nipple he was sucking at the way your body trembled and moved you faster against him, bouncing his knee slightly until you tensed in his arms and you let out the most alluring moan he had heard so far.  

He kept moving your lax body to ride out your orgasm, enjoying the warmth coming from you, and before you had any time to recover, he slid one of his hands under your skirt and into your panties, groaning and cursing at how wet you were.

 You winced and tried to squirm away when he stroked your clit and he chuckled against your lips, kissing you sweetly but firmly. 

“Too sensitive?” he asked as if your answer mattered at this point.

“Y-yes,” you hissed, still trying to push him away.That first orgasm had helped clear your mind a little, but you still felt incredibly affected by Jaemin. “No more.”

“Mmm,” he pouted as he pretended to think about your petition. “But I can’t stop now, Y/N. I’m doing this to make you feel better, but I also have to punish you.”

“P-punish me?” you asked apprehensively. 

“Of course. You’ve been bad,” he replied as if it was obvious. “That first orgasm was for drinking something bad for your body,” he said as he kissed your cheek. “The next one will be for stealing shit from the store,” he continued as his mouth traveled down your jaw. “And all the others will be for every fucking lie you’ve said to my face.”

 You shivered, intimidated and shook your head, your eyes pleading that he let you rest and you could talk about everything later. 

“But first,” he said, licking at your neck. “I need to get rid of this mark. It makes my blood boil.”

“NO!” you yelled, hitting his arms and chest. It wasn’t your  weak attack what stopped him; but the pure terror in your voice. 

“Y/N?” Jaemin called your name tenderly, caressing your hair carefully and removing his knee from its previous position to give you some space. “Did he-...did it hurt when he bit you?”

You nodded quickly. “S-so much…bled for so long- still h-hurts sometimes.”

Jaemin cursed under his breath, adding something that sounded like ‘I’ll fucking kill him.’

“Y/N,” he called again. “Baby,” he added to make you finally look at him. “It hurt because he tried to force a bond with someone who wasn’t meant for him and your body rejected it,” he explained delicately. “I am not him. I won’t hurt you.”

“B-but if you bite me, it will hurt,” you sobbed.

“It won’t. Because we are already connected. The bite just seals the deal.”

“...You promise?” you asked, apprehensively.

“I promise,” he said, eyes landing on your neck as he licked his lips. “Actually, I’ve heard that it feels quite…delightful.” 

 You shuddered under his predatory stare and he groaned in anticipation. You closed your eyes and waited for him to fulfill his promise but the stinging pain never came; instead you felt his warm fingers under your skirt and sliding your panties down slowly. Your eyes snapped open and looked down to see Jaemin kneeling in front of you, discharging your panties somewhere on the floor and moving his hands up your thighs slowly. 

“Jaemin?”

“Hmm?” he asked, placing an open kiss on your inner thigh. 

“Aren’t you going to b-bite me?” you panted as his wet kisses came closer to your pussy. 

“Oh, I will,” he purred before placing a slow, wet kiss right on your clit, making you moan. “But I want you to relax first.”

“H-how am I supposed to-ooh!” you sighed when he ran his tongue up and down your slit slowly, his red eyes staring back at you. He made out with your pussy lazily, moaning against you and creating patterns with his tongue until your legs were trembling and your hips moved against his face, looking for more.

“Fuck,” he growled between licks, sliding his tongue into you and fucking you with it just as slow, relishing on the way your walls contracted around the wet muscle. “Taste so fucking good,” he grunted.

“Oh my god, Jaemin,” you moaned needily, rotating your hips and pulling at his hair.

“Yeah? Feels good?” he chuckled before moving back to your clit, giving it teasing licks. “I know it does, baby. Let it all out.”

 “S-so good, Jae-oh!” your brows furrowed when his tongue drew circles around your clit faster and you couldn’t help but pull his hair harder in an attempt to feel him as close to you as possible. He moaned and his eyes rolled back, allowing you to rut against him as he sucked on your bundle of nerves viciously. “Jaemin, Jaemin, Jae-ah! Ah! Oh god, Jaem-Aah fuuuck!” you screamed, releasing in his mouth. He grunted against you and continued helping you ride the remains of your orgasm until his body shivered brutally and he let out a moan with his mouth still attached to you, vibrations prolonging your pleasure. You stared at him bewildered when he finally detached himself from you and panted heavily. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, his legs trembling slightly when he stood up. “Shit, that was…”

“Did you-...did you just-?” you asked even though the dark stain on his pants made it very obvious; he had come untouched while eating you out. 

“Mm, yeah” he mumbled and let out a breathless laugh. “I didn’t even know I could- wow…”

Wow was one way to put it.

“That’s…so fucking hot,” you whispered, dropping on your knees and your hands landed on his jeans, easily unbuttoning it and lowering the zipper.

“Are you sure you want to do that, baby?” Jaemin spoke in a low voice. “You don’t have to,” he insisted even though his eyes were begging you to. 

“I want to,” you said, pulling his pants and boxers down hastily. “I really want to” you confessed as you stopped fighting the lust that took over you, followed with a gasp when you found yourself facing his still hard dick. “F-fuck…so big…”

Jaemin dashed an arrogant smirk and opened his mouth, probably to say something teasing but his cocky demeanor was immediately wiped out when your tongue lapped the base of his cock. He couldn’t think of anything clever to say and just stood there breathless, following each of your moves attentively. When you reached the tip and gave it a soft suck, he let out a shaky breath, bending his body slightly over your figure and placing the palms of his hands on the wall for support. 

“Are you still mad at me?” you asked suddenly, pouting a little at the idea of upsetting him. Jaemin’s cock twitched in your hand at the view of you on your knees with such an innocent expression, and he almost forgot why he was mad in the first place. Almost.

“I am,” he choked out when you squeezed him in your hand and moved your hand up and down. using his own cum as lubricant. “F-fuck, I- of course I am, Y/N-You made m-me feel like shit for- ohh… for m-months- who even lies about something like that for t-that long? That’s kinda psycho…”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, without stopping the movement of your hand. “I-I was scared…”

 Ah shit, Jaemin couldn’t stay mad when you looked like that.

“I k-now you w-were,baby b-but- aaah! shiiit,” he moaned when your mouth was back on his tip. “No more lying- oh!...from now on, kay?”

 You hummed and started bobbing your head slowly, taking what you could and jerking the rest off with your hands. His moans were so captivating, it soon made you go faster to listen to as many as you could. Jaemin was slowly losing his mind, abdomen contracting and his hips chasing your mouth involuntarily until your head backed against the wall. 

“Yeah, baby- like that, take it j-just like that ah! aah!” he moaned. He rested his forehead against the wall and both his hands traveled down to hold onto each side of your head, like he was afraid you would move away; which was impossible considering you were sandwiched between him and the wall. His hips stuttered and he started fucking into your mouth messily, growling in delight whenever you choked and your throat contracted around him.

“Should I knot your pretty mouth, Y/N?” his sudden question made you look up at him. Something about the way he managed to smile sadistically between pants and the wild glint in his eyes told you he was absolutely serious. “That way no more lies would come out of it, hmm?”

 You tried to shake your head and babble incoherent complaints around him but that only brought him more pleasure, his moans escalating and his thrusts speeding up. “Shit, Y/N- you d-drive me crazy, I swear- oooh fuck, fuck-”

 You closed your eyes and tried to relax your jaw for whatever was gonna come, but Jaemin pulled away from you abruptly. You opened your eyes and looked up at him questioningly. He simply shook his head, the visible veins bulging in his neck and his heavy breathing showing how hard he was trying to control himself. 

“D-did I do it wrong?” you asked, feeling self conscious. Of course, Jaemin was probably used to great sex and mediocre wouldn’t do. You couldn’t even deepthroat him properly-

“No,” he huffed, interrupting your intrusive thoughts. “God, no- but I already wasted a load of cum earlier,” he groaned, before stepping out of his pants and ruined boxers and helping you stand up, guiding you to the couch. The way he sat down and manspreaded nonchalantly was the total opposite of how he carefully brought you closer, situating your legs on each side of his hips and sitting you on his lap. “Wanna cum inside of you,” he declared, before kissing you sensually, leaving no room for discussion. 

 His hands were all over your body, caressing your body hotly and only separating himself from you shortly to take his shirt off swiftly, while you got rid of your own blouse and bra, leaving you on your wrinkled skirt only. 

 Jaemin kissed your collarbone and lifted your skirt enough for his cock to make direct contact with your wet pussy, making both of you moan lewdly. 

“Hold on tight,” he half teased, half warned you as he grabbed his dick and rubbed it against your pussy lips, collecting your wetness, before pressing the tip into you carefully.

“J-jaemin,” you called him, alarmed.

“Shh… I’m gonna make you mine now,” he hushed you as he proceeded to press more insistently.

“Oh! But-” you tried speaking between moans. “I don’t think it’s gonna f-fit-ngh!”

“Of course it will,” he said almost automatically, mesmerized by the way your pussy sucked his tip in. “We are meant to be together- shit, I- this dick was made for this pussy,” he uttered in between grunts. “Will feel so fucking good.”

He kissed you sweetly as if to distract you from the discomfort. You sighed while he praised you and massaged your clit gently, until he was completely buried inside of you. You moaned erotically at the feeling; not only it had been so long since you last  slept with someone, but this was Jaemin, the man you were crazy about since day one, and the side effects of the potion had you feeling every sensation multiplied ten times.

 Jaemin’s mouth was hanging open in pleasure as his hands held onto your waist roughly, surely leaving bruises behind, without taking his eyes away from yours.

“See?” he choked out, his voice cracking a little. “Fits like a glove,” he insisted before moving you up slowly and sliding you down again, his eyes fighting to stay open at the feeling. 

“So f-fuh…so full,” you muttered, too overwhelmed to talk properly and driving Jaemin crazy.

“Yeah?” he licked his lips, lifting you again and dropping you on his cock harder, eliciting a moan from both of you. “F-feel me deep inside of y-you?”

“Mhmm,” you nodded dumbly, letting him bounce you on his cock. “S-so deep…”

 Jaemin was far from the gentleman he wanted to be, he was already so close to his orgasm since you blew him and knew he would cum anytime soon, so he couldn’t help but to be a bit rough with you, lifting you until barely the tip was inside you, before pushing you down firmly. He wanted to hear your moans forever. And he wanted to be the only one. 

“I’m still m-mad at you, Y/N,” he suddenly said, taking you out of your pleasurable trance and making you stare at him wide eyed, mumbling soft apologies while gasping and whining. “You gave t-that bastard everything that was supposed to be m-mine only,” he accused, at the same time his cock hit a spot inside of you that made your eyes roll back and shiver.

“S-sorry,” you stuttered while his tip assaulted that special place that had your head spinning. “Ss…so sor-aaah!” you moaned out loud when his fingers found your clit once more and pressed against it harshly, making you reach another orgasm abruptly. 

“Mmm, an apology won’t d-do,” he grunted as he made you ride him faster in spite of your sensitive state. “If you w-want me to forgive you, you gotta-aah fuuck,” he tried to keep up his intimidating facade while his member jerked inside of your contracting walls. “You gotta give me-mmm… fuck yes, give me something he didn’t g-get.”

“I- I d-on’t know w-what…” you mumbled unintelligently as he chuckled darkly, bringing you closer to him to whisper something in your ear that made you gasp at the same time he reached another orgasm and came inside of you with an erotic moan. Too distracted by everything that happened at the same time, you didn’t even notice him approaching your neck and biting harshly, covering your previous mark.

 You stopped breathing and your heart froze in terror, but the expected pain never came. Insteadyou felt a warm bliss, starting where his lips met your skin and spreading from head to toes. You had never felt something like that; it was a sensation as strong and pleasurable as any orgasm.

“O-oh god,” you panted heavily as Jaemin gave your neck a couple of licks and pulled away to look at you. “We’re m-mated?” you asked incredulously.

“Mhmm,” he purred, kissing your lips tenderly. “Did it hurt?”

“...No,” you admitted, quite surprised.

“Told you,” he said simply. “Now, ready to give me what you owe me?”

“Uh, y-yeah about that…Jaemin-,” you stuttered nervously when you remembered exactly what he had suggested before his orgasm hit. 

‘Let me get you pregnant,’ he had whispered hotly against your ear before losing himself in pleasure. 

 Without even paying attention to your words, Jaemin lifted you from his lap, voicing an annoyed grunt when some of his cum slid down your thighs and mumbling something about ‘knotting you next round’ before he placed you on the couch on all fours and positioned himself behind you, his dick still hard at the thought of breeding you.

“J-jaemin!” you called as he entered you again without hesitation. You looked back at him and he stared at you, giving you the chance to speak. “A-are you sure it’s a g-good idea to-”

“Yes,” he hissed, pulling out and thrusting back into you roughly, making you moan and arch your back more for him. “I think it’s a very good idea.”

“B-but,” you weakly complained while he set a steady rhythm with his hips. “w-we… it’s our f-first ti-aah! t-time together, we- ooh Jaem-aah! We just m-mated- AH!” you yelped when you felt a sharp pain on your ass cheek.

“So?” he asked, giving you another harsh slap and thrusting into you harder. “We could have been doing this for months if it wasn’t for your foolish idea.”

 You gasped, a bit offended at his words, but you knew he was right. You had wasted so much precious time and ended up only postponing the inevitable. 

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” he whispered against your ear, before placing one of his hand on your neck and the other around your waist, lifting your upper body from the couch to hold you against him, his thrusts reaching deeper inside of you. “I’ll take c-care of you,” he promised with a growl as the base of his cock started expanding and he pistoned harder into you. 

 Your eyes rolled back when he managed to push his still growing knot inside of you, now moving your hips back into his as he panted animalistically, licking and nibbling proudly at the fresh mark on your neck. 

“Shit,” he grunted when one of his hands caressed your lower belly and he felt his dick forming a visible bump repeatedly every time he pushed inside of you. “Shit, b-baby, yes!- gonna-.... gonna fill y-you up so good,” he moaned incoherently, his hips stuttering as he fucked you brutally. “gonna f-fuck you until it t-takes-... make s-sure you’re full of m-me ah! oh fuck, baby, fuck, fuck-!”

 He held you against him desperately, making you both lose balance and falling into the couch, him on top of him rutting against you maniacally, all coherent thoughts left his brain to be replaced by the need to impregnate you.

 You moaned loudly when another orgasm took over you due to your clit constantly chafing against the material of the couch, tears streaming down your cheek as he cooed at you and licked them, without ever stopping his hips’ movements. 

“You’re gonna l-look so fuh-...fucking good, baby oh!” he continued, as his knot inflated enough to keep him in place, limiting him to shallow quick humps. “Everyone w-will know w-who gave it to you t-this good, huh? So full with c-cum and babies- Hah- ah! ah, fuck yes, baby, take it, take it-take it! Oooohh!” he groaned as he finally stilled himself on top of you, releasing what would be a ridiculous amount of cum considering he had already cummed before. 

 You tried to calm down as Jaemin slowly came back to his senses, kissing your shoulder gently as an apology for his roughness. Not that you were mad about it; you had never felt this good in your life.

“Y/N?” he mumbled, caressing the areas of your body where small bruises were starting to form.

“Hmm?” you vaguely answered.

“No more lies. I mean it,” he meant it to be a warning, but it sounded more like a plea. 

“I’m sorry,” you repeated as you let him embrace you and shift your bodies into a more comfortable position. “Jaemin?” you called this time.

“Yeah?” he mumbled sleepily.

“What happens if I do get pregnant?” you didn’t want to ruin the moment, but at some point it had to be addressed. 

“...What do you mean ‘if’?” he asked, almost a bit offended. “I will get you pregnant. We still have many rounds to go.”

“M-many rounds-,” you repeated startled. “What?!”

“I told you, didn’t I? One orgasm for each lie you said to my face,” he repeated, kissing the mark on your neck and making you tremble in his arms.

“I-I didn’t tell that many lies!” you defend yourself.

“You said the same lie many times, same thing,” he shrugged. “Plus it’s not really a punishment… or are you going to tell me you didn’t enjoy it?”

 You moaned softly when his hands started massaging your breasts, his knot deflating as an indication that things were about to get rough again. You hid a smile as you melted into his touch, allowing yourself to admit that you did enjoy it and that there was more to enjoy for the night and the rest of your lives.

Whoever said moving to a new city wasn’t the solution was so wrong.

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IF SHE WERE MINE ( BRADLEY BRADSHAW X READER )

summary : when  rooster finds reader stupid boyfriend cheating he doesn't mind telling him exactly how stupid  he is for hurting  a woman like that  , a woman he dreams of

warnings: slight angst , fluffy i guess  , there will be a smutty part two 😉 

Every week  , every day and every second  Bradley " rooster" Bradshaw was convinced the universe was against him  knowing the one woman he truly was in love with was in the arms of another because he was afraid to  do anything so he ended up watching her kisses on someone else's lip , her doe love filled glances for him  to another .    He wanted his happy ending ,  the one where he got the girl . so now here he was stuck in another bar or club in town  jake insisted on bringing him but never said why just he needed to be there , that it was going to be important . just as he was about to leave  he watch as the asshole walked in with another girl on arm . Anger wasn't the emotion  he could describe what he felt watching the man , the girl he loved so much and this prick was wrapped around another.  No bradley was beyond the point of anger , maybe even homicidal .  how could this prick take what he already have for granted.   

" hey asshole what the fuck " he growled storming across the bar ignoring jakes calls.

  " who's this baby" the woman had the nerve asked.

" the best friend of his girlfriend " he snapped not caring the woman flinched at the words.

" hey come on man be cool " .

" be cool , she's at home probably believing whatever lame excuse you gave to be with this trash , how could you pick anyone above Y/N  i mean if i was with a girl like that  hell all other women would be faceless because a face like hers would drowned out the world . she does so much for you and yet this is how you repay her cheap hook ups with other women in bars not even hangmans that bad" he snapped .

" hey " jake yelled offended.

" you've got the most beautiful version of sunshine back home waiting on you and yet this is what your doing , your lucky she even picked your sorry ass spend time with , a girl like that is one in a million , you don't do anything to fucking mess that up  or even risk losing " he ranted and raved .

" sounds like your more in love with her "  the woman said softly not taking offence  to his words towards her and moving far from the man she came in with .

" i do and i let a low life bastard take her before i couldnt even tell her how i felt " he sighed . 

what bradley didn't notice in his verbal crusade was phoenix leading Y/N into the bar to catch the bastard red handed .  nat, jake and bob caught him the night before and decided she would need to see  it first hand , rooster was suppose to be there for her help pick up the pieces but she should know that jake didn't fill him in on the plans by looks of it . yet Y/N  stood listening to her best friend telling her definitely now ex   her loved her. 

"Y/N shit hey baby "  .

" really man " the three dagger squad members and the woman he was there with all deadpanned. 

" Don't heybaby me what the fuck " she huffed.   

" it's not what looks like promise " he scampered towards her . 

" and you did you know he was seeing someone " she turned to the woman .

" no i  didn't if i did  i would not be here " she glared at the man .

" roo apologise from being mean to this woman " she turned to bradley .

" yeah sorry i didn't actually mean to call you trash " he scratched the back of his neck .

" no it's fine heat of the moment but i can see why you love her " she smiled .

" and you cheating shrimp dick of a man , you can't go around sleeping with multiple women with that thing no wonder  the ladies of san diego are depressed , get your shit out of my place or i will throw it on the street as for the spare key leave it or my very big friends here will get it off you  " she crossed her arms standing in  front of the man . 

" i'd go now and lady if you want good time blondey over there isnot too bad " she turned and walked off  straight out of the door .

" follow her " nat ,jake and the woman yelled at rooster.

" oh shit yeah " he ran out the door.  once he got out he could see her heading for the car park  her head still high when she got to the car but the second he could see as her hand touch the door  when the emotion of it all hit her . 

not a second did he wait running towards her  grabbing her into his arms as the sobs wrack through her body .

"i got you darling , i alway got you " he kissed top of her head just letting her get it out of her system .

" can you take me home roo , your home i don't want to be in mine " she sniffled wiping her eyes . god it broke his heart seeing her  so broken and hurt but hell he wasn't going to lie he was so proud of how she handled it in the bar .

  " course come on we can get your car later " he smiled softly leading her to the bronco .

" i get cheated on by a guy i only gave a chance to because i never thought you'd love me back like more than a bestfriend and it took him to cheat for you to say you love me " she turned to the man her laughs turning to a another wave of sobs .

" it's actually phoenix car i don't know how i was going to get into it " she wiped her eyes .  he opened the door for he letting her in before he went to his own side her ex eyes locked on her , like he wanted to say something but when he seen the pissed glare from rooster he quickly changed his mind . while she sat there , her  head a jumble mess of emotions from the hurt and heartbroken  , down right stupidity of being with a man like her now ex,  then the feelings of every word rooster said. a man she had known since she was a little girl , her best friend  , the man she truly loved .  the irony of it all was just exactly something life would throw at her she couldn't help but laugh.

" hey what's so funny" he smiled .

" oh shit i'm sorry  really i wanted to tell you but come on your  you , i don't deserve you OWW " He yelped feeling her pinching him .

" hey i will not sit here and listen to you put yourself down ok , your most amazing stupid man i know " she looked up at him , he was smiling brightly  down at her . he'd always looked at her like this but this time it finally made sense , how he always looked at her like she hung the moon and star, the pure love she felt for him was reflected back and yet only now she saw it .

" i'm an idiot , i mean i should of known he was cheating  and i was oblivious to how you felt even though it been staring at me all this time " she shook her head.

" thats me " he winked

" come on just give your brain a rest tonight we can talk about all this another time " he squeezed her hand before driving off . 

"I don't wanna talk roo , I want you and roo "

" take me home or lose me forever " she chuckled.

" show me the way home honey " he kissed her hand . 

Part two *