#i feel so out of practice. what are words and how do i make them go together?!

[keu-i]

ENHYPEN HYUNG LINE + MAKE-UP SEX !

pair: hyung line x f!reader warnings: pwp, smut, angst/arguing, hurt/comfort, bratty reader, they ’re a little mean sorryyy, punishments, dom/sub dynamics, mentions of crying, daddy kink, praising/degrading, thigh riding, fingering, size kink, piv, unprotected sex, oral (m. rec), breeding kink, cum swallowing words: 3.4k **NOT PROOFREAD**

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HEESEUNG —

“can we go to ‘phora after you finish?”

“no, sit down.” heeseung referred to you tugging on his shirt from behind. “why’re you moving around so much today?”

you provided a hum, quickly ending the conversation you just started. you’ve been sitting here all day, on this leathery brown sofa. you’d been needing to go to the beauty store to buy a new concealer since last week, and it’s been annoying you that you can’t go today as it seemed your boyfriend was practically almost done with this track he’s working on.

you sat on the far end of the couch, farthest from him. there’d been nobody in the studio as of now, he took a short break earlier but was barely spending any time with you. that in itself made you sorta upset, you craved his attention more than anything.

you were feeling like a burden to him by even being here, and he made it no better by not giving in to your demands. you knew he was doing something, but you hated when work inclined with your time with him— and you know it sounds extremely selfish, but it’s okay to be a little selfish sometimes…

“well can you hurry up??” “i kinda wanna go home.” you spoke up, the agitation overwhelming your tone.

“you can wait, but if you’re gonna have a fit, step out.” heeseung, was known for not putting up with any of your shit, no matter how much of a sweetheart he was. when it comes to his work he doesn’t really play around.

“i wasn’t gonna!” you poked your lip out, pouting.

“i can hear it in your voice, babe. don’t start, i'm busy; we’ll leave in a bit..” he put an end to the commotion you were about to start, he didn’t have the time do deal with your mellow drama. that was being only if he doesn’t have to fix it himself. and he knew just how to do that. all he has to do, is wait.

“ugh, okay. but hurry..”

. . .

you were still upset with heeseung about not going, and you had sparely spoken a word to him since the incident from earlier. but the guilt of it all was only eating him away inside, seeing your sulking state made him feel even worse and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

“babe.. c’mere,” heeseung’s voice filled the quiet room, his tone much softer, a striking contrast from the way he acted hours ago.

you didn’t wanna give in so easily with him, not after he told you no when all you wanted was some new concealer.. you wanted to put up a little bit of a fight; but the minute he flashed that apologetic, doe- eyed look at you it was enough make you want to melt in a puddle. curse him for being so damn cute..

“m’sorry baby.. let me make it up to you,” he attempts to atone for his actions, caging his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him, “we can go tomorrow if you want.. i’ll buy whatever you want pretty.” your body trembles the minute his lips find the soft spot of your neck, playing with the hem of your short skirt.

“mmh.. hee,” a tiny moan slips from your lips when his hands get closer to your core, a surge of heat rushing through. “oh gosh,”

his fingers swirl around your entrance, collecting your wetness, bringing it up to decorate your clit before dipping them back into your entrance. he looks up at you, a chuckle on his face, so cocky and arrogant. he swipes his middle harshly on your clit, you were feeling ecstatic, already on the verge of coming as he kept up his ministrations. you begin to gush on his fingers as you writhe your hips.

“fuck..” he groans. “you only get this wet for me, right baby?”

your eyes slightly rolled to the back of your head as you felt the slight pressure on your clit, your chest heaving, trying your hardest in collecting yourself. his palm slaps your pussy when you don’t answer him, and you whimper out a “y-yes..” quickly. he’s been doing this for what felt like hours and you swore you were going to pass out just from this alone.

he chuckles again, sounding like a curt scoff. pulling his lip between his teeth, you notice the look in his eyes, and you gulp. he pulls your thighs further apart, stretching.

you squeak at the stretch, your thighs are burning.

“stay still,” heeseung grunts out. “i don’t wanna make you cry right now, baby you know i hate that.”

heeseung takes both fingers into your pussy, scissoring them in and out of you. you watch as glob of his spit falls onto your clit as he smiles at the squelching sound of everything. your eyes rolled all the way back to your skull when you start to hear how messy it all is.

“baby.. you’re squirting,”

JAY —

“why do you keep pushing me away?” “can you not?” jay’s voice surpassed the boundary between calm and annoyed. he didn’t seem to understand you at all today. and it’s more of a problem that you refused to talk with him about any of it. all you continue to say is ‘nothing.’

“i’m not.. it’s just, really hot in here..” you exhaled, shifting your gaze to avoid direct eye contact with him.

“could’ve just said something, i’ll go turn the ac on.”

“no !” you pulled his arm almost dragging him back onto the couch. “i don’t want to turn it on.”

“what? aren’t you hot?” he blinked in confusion.

you nod.

“then why not..?”

“cause i don’ wanna!” you roll your eyes in discontent, by this point you were being unreasonably stubborn for no reason and jay was quite literally over your attitude you’ve been giving him all day.

“babe, i’ll either touch and hold you while it’s cold so you’re comfortable, or make you sweat like a bitch and not care.” “but you’re infront of me, i’m gonna touch you. i don’t care. so choose.” he eyed you, face calmed but holding so much emotion. confusion, anger, love. but it’s all just mixing up like a bowl of açaí and he can’t pick out which one he’s feeling right now.

“neither!” you retaliate, but to your demise, you got his cuddly wrath anyway.

“jay! get— hey!” you pushed and nudged but no hope. he wasn’t gonna let you go, felt like you needed comfort, but he couldn’t depict if it was just his instincts or not.

“ow!” you felt the weight of his body rise leaving you feeling like a light weight blob of mass. “y/n, did you just.. hit me?” his face, was all misshapen. a furrowed and betrayed look caping his features in like they were a precious jewel sworn to never see light of day.

“baby— i.. i didn’t mean it!” “it just happened..” you broke a huge no-no in your book. sworn to never put your hands on eachother in a vile way, that is unless consented. meaning, the two of you should never hit one another. look at you now, your stubborn little ass is in a huge mess.

“mhm, yeah” you watched as he left the couch the both of you once sat on together. now you’re sad, cold and alone, in the once hot area.

“jay, i’m serious, ’m sorry!”

“corner.”

“huh?..”

his hand cupped the back of your head, leading you to the nearest corner in the room, only for him to finish you off; shoving your face into the corner. “sit. and don’t move a damn inch. got it? mrs. y/n?”

“yes..” you sulked, look what you did, being a spoiled fucking brat. should’ve got over your little drama party when you had the chance. but look at you now.

“yes what?”

“yes daddy..?” your voice wobbled. the mere thought or feel of being in trouble is terrible. yet you saw through your punishment and done your vile actions.

“oh? good girl, finally using that mouth for what it’s worth. finally listening. over that pity party? huh?” he joked, a cackle bubbling from his throat as he walked away from your smaller being.

half an hour had passed and he’d left you there to reflect on your actions, but he knew he couldn’t keep you there alone for too long. instead, he’d much rather release each other’s frustrations by fucking it out— that always works in the end to resolve your differences, doesn’t it ..?

. . .

“jay, p-please slow down!” you stuttered, begging for mercy. eyes fluttering as you ride on top of his big cock. being on top with jay felt like nothing of the sort.

he still had all the control, his thickness sliding in and out, your juices leaking everywhere with each and every thrust; your entrance giving that tickling feeling that you knew all too well.

sometimes your boyfriend could be super soft and gentle with you, while other times he’d fuck you rough and mercilessly, leaving you completely dumb as you’re full of nothing but his cock. jay likes putting you on top just to fuck you like you were laying down.

he slows down just a liiittle bit... but not without leaving a light slap on your cheek. noticing the way you’re bringing your bottom lip into your mouth, tears streaming down your face. he coos at you, rubbing your thigh.

“sorry baby,” he pouts, gently rubbing your clit. “come closer.” you watch in confusion as he pants but you obey.

he pinches your cheeks with his right hand, squishing your face. you could smell your pussy wafting from his fingers. “you did soo well taking my cock,” jake hums at you proudly, “yeah? so tight.”

“do i get a reward for being good, daddy?” you mutter.

your boyfriend hums again, before tapping your cheek. you try opening your mouth knowing exactly what he wants. gazing into his eyes, you greedily stick your tongue out. he suddenly slams his cock back into you, making you gasp from the sudden fill.

“uh uh,” he says sternly. “keep your mouth open.”

you watch as he let’s a string of his spit fall right on your tongue.

this was going to be a long afternoon.

JAKE —

“does it really take that long to unlock a door?” your hands met your hips, knee at a bent degree, tips of your shoe tapping the ground. “i’m getting tired of standing here, c’mon!”

“does it take a lot for you to shut your pretty fuckin’ mouth?” “shit baby, what’s your problem today, you've been acting bratty the past few hours.” his key forcefully twisted into place, giving jake a satisfying click.

“nothing..” you quickly mutter.

“really? nothing?” “so, you’re being disrespectful for no reason?, don’t you know where that gets you?” his figure caged you between the passenger side door, eyes locked on yours. you knew you had no reason to be upset, and even knowing that, you were terrible angry.

“i’m speaking to you.”

“yes jake.. i know.”

“then get in the car and act fucking right.” he pulled you towards him, reaching out to open the door for you. “hear me?”

“good.” he closed after hearing a complying hum from you before reaching over your lap, buckling your seatbelt.

you honestly couldn’t stay mad at him, look at how he treats you even after he scolds you. a man everybody wants, but only you have. and you felt ungrateful, like you didn’t deserve him.

the real reason you were so upset in the first place was only because jake had wanted you to come to these dinner reservations he made with his friends and although you really did enjoy his friend’s company sometimes, you didn’t want to go anywhere.

all you wanted was to stay in and be with your boyfriend all day but instead you took your anger and frustration out on him— which only made you harbor more guilt inside.

the car ride went completely silent for the first ten minutes, then an idea sprang into your mind. why not show how sorry you were for your attitude by giving him some road head ? you’ve never tried it before, but there’s a first time for everything you suppose. plus, you genuinely felt remorseful, and there wasn’t a more perfect way of apologizing than doing that in your opinion.

. . .

“hpmh,—” your lips kiss his pinkish-red tip, when you unzipped his pants to expose his hard on, a small bead of pre-cum leaked out. dipping your tongue out to lick it up, his cock flinching at any slight stimulation. “babe— yes! fuck..”

opening your mouth wider to take his full length, your eyes began watering when the end of his shaft hits the back of your throat. “look at you, already taking it all.. look so fucking hot like that with your mouth full of my cock.” his hand gripping hard onto the steering wheel, the other grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling hard as he forces more of himself down your throat.

you gag and choke a bit from his hips rutting into you, but that doesn’t stop you from sucking his cock like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do on earth. giving all your efforts to please him, looking up with bright big eyes while you deepthroat. your pussy was uncomfortably wet, you could feel your slick leaking on your thighs. moaning as you continue bobbing your head up and down, feeling him throbbing in your warm mouth from the sensations.

“yeah baby… just like that keep going.. fuck…” jake wanted to swing his head back from the pleasure so badly, but he had to focus on the road.. pulling your hair tighter as he feels himself getting close.

you could sense he was close too by his erratic movements, and you know exactly how to get him to cum. collecting more saliva as much as you could to make it even sloppier, some of it almost dripping from the corners of your mouth as you keep going. he felt like the end was nearing for him, he grunts loudly, bucking his hips up in a frenzy.

“shit- ’m gonna come… you better swallow of all of it like a good fucking girl.” you nod, feeling him pulsate even more in your mouth, humming around the base of his length as you send him to a higher state of pleasure. the back of your throat gets hit with shots of hot cum, milking every last bit of him until you know for sure he’s done. “you really have no idea what you do to me y/n, do you?” he pants while trying to catch his breath, wanting to look down at the beautiful mess he’s created.

“i swallowed it all daddy, look.” you open your mouth wide, sticking your tongue to show him it was all empty.

“that’s my good girl,” jake praises you, quickly glancing down to see you looking all lazy and defeated. he wanted to say to hell with it and skip the plans, turn back around just so he could fuck you. there’s no way he’d able to last more than an hour without having his cock buried inside of you..

SUNGHOON —

an hour, a whole god damn hour, you were being completely ignored, concealing all your tiny sobs. you were sorry for your actions, hell, even sorry for yourself, but also sorry for your boyfriend, the man who had to put up with all of your brattiness.

today you just decided to chose violence and pick a fight with your boyfriend for absolutely no reason other than you just felt like it. but now you were paying the consequences of those actions by his silent treatment he gave you. when he’d finally noticed you’ve been crying, he couldn’t hold anymore of this little grudge against you, he couldn’t see you like that no matter what.

your thought process was cut off once you felt a warm compress on your back. making you bawl your eyes out even more.

“babe, what are you crying for?”

“i don’t know.. i’m—”

“you’re sorry?” his hands caressed your sides, his mouth kissing along your shoulder. “i know baby. it’s okay.”

“did i leave you alone for too long?” he pulled you further into his build by your waist, cupping you in his hold. his tough demeanor shrinking to bits once he saw your puffy, red eyes.

“no..” you quickly turned to wrap your arms around his neck, snuggling yourself into his embrace. you can’t believe how sunghoon deprived you were for just an hour. the hold this man had on you..

“you wanna tell me what happened today?” “or no?” he added, hearing nothing in reply.

“maybe later..?” “i miss you.”

“i miss you too babe, i just don’t like when you act that that. i feel neglected, like you can’t open up to me.”

“i know.. i’m sorry, i just didn’t feel good today..” you retracted your nuzzle from the crook of his neck.

“just one of those days?” “you know i won’t ever know what’s wrong unless you tell me, right?”

you hummed. “yes, but.. i don’t know i was just being selfish and i took it all out on you..”

“you’re a really good girl, baby, i love you okay? you don’t have to ever close yourself off with me. ‘kay?”

“mkay..” you reached for a kiss in which he gratefully returned.

“baby.. well, maybe.., did you check yourself?” he cautiously approached the upcoming topic. he could feel parts of his sweats sticking to his skin like rice cake on a hot day. and he had a feeling that your attitude wasn’t just an attitude.

“what do you mean..?” your brows furrowed at the random question displayed before you.

“you know, like.. are you on?”

“my period?” he hummed in response to answer.

“noo..? i checked earlier.. plus i didn’t feel any paining.. or any symptoms like usual..”

he nods at your reassurance, knowing how cranky you can get when it’s close to that time of the month. that’s when everything shifted, you were suddenly pulled onto his lap and kissing him roughly on the couch, his hands exploring each and every inch of your body. you knew exactly how this was gonna end— you being completely ruined by the end of this night.

. . .

“babe, you’re fucking squeezin’ me.” sunghoon groaned, gripping the sides of your hips in a tight manner. “pussy still begging for more, huh?”

“please hoonie..” you whined at the friction of his cock colliding with yours perfectly, feeling every ridge and vein. like his cock was made just for you. “want it so bad..”

he wasted no time in burying himself deeper inside you, in all honesty he wanted you no more than you wanted him. he needed you the most right now. the fact that he’d spent so long ignoring you today because of his stubborn, selfish actions left him feeling more than guilty, and he was going to show you just how much he wants you.

sunghoon’s hand pressed on your stomach with every stroke he landed in you. every curve his length went through to touch your G. “fuck..” he landed a sharp slap onto your tits.

you couldn’t help but grind your hips back up against him. a tense burning sensation sprawling throughout your whole body. it make you urge for more, like nothing was enough, even though you were in pure bliss. you were nothing but a mewling, shrieking mess.

“hoon! ugh, please ruin me..hmm please..” your arms reached up, grasping around his neck.

“you’re driving me fucking crazy, y’know?” he airly chuckled throwing he head back. the feel of your slick creating sticky vines across his skin whenever he’d pull out. the sound of it, the look of it. all of it turning him on even more.

your back arched at the thought of maxing out around his thick shaft. the praise you’ll get since you’ve done so well for him.

“i love you..” you mumbled bittersweet nothings one after another.

“shit, loosen the fuck up.” his hands entangled your sweaty hair gripping it in a careful but aggressive manner. “fuck, i’m gonna come.” he began to thrust into your messy cunt relentlessly, pounding you into oblivion.

“hoon— mm’nside please..!” you slurred, drool heaping out the corner of your mouth.

“inside? huh? you want my babies, princess?” “you do, don’t you? want me to fill your fucking pussy with my seed.” sunghoon chuckled at your pleading. he was tired as hell, but soo turned on by you, by the thought of you bearing his children.

“’es yes, yes hoon!”

“whatever you want, baby.” his length pumped into you filling you up, not an empty fucking crevice in your soppy cunt.

“thank you.. daddy.. ”

[theorphicangel]

maybe I’m thinking about the moment sukuna sits yuji down and finally tells him the truth about him and reader

( full fic before this is here but not needed to read this drabble!!)

sukuna finally sits yuji down, it’s only the two of them in the living room with sukuna’s twin brother, Jin, away at work.

yuji was busy playing with his fire truck in front of the couch until he hears his uncle to come sit next to him.

'hey yuj' come here for a sec'

the little one comes by, his toy fire truck that sukuna had gotten him for christmas still in hand. his eyes are wide and curious, giving his uncle his full attention. just at this sight, sukuna feels his stomach drop.

how the fuck was he supposed to break it to a six year old that you won't be around anymore? yuji practically worshipped you, from the first time that he introduced the two of you, yuji got obsessed. he followed you around and bombarded you with questions, asking every little thing about you. he gave you his shitty drawings and you kept them, putting them on your fridge. you'd make time to sit and play with him, diving into yuji's imaginative world a whole lot better than sukuna ever did.

you were patient and caring around him which sukuna appreciated a lot, it made yuji look up to you and treasure you greatly.

but now...well it's not the same. you haven't come by in weeks and yuji's began to question your disappearance.

'well...' sukuna hesitated, his tongue suddenly caught in his throat. what were the right words? how should he phrase this correctly so that his nephew doesn't end up in complete tears?

'yuji, you know-'

yuji cuts him off, stating your name.

sukuna lets out a dry cough, 'yes...about her' he can't bring himself to say your name. '...well we broke up. a couple weeks ago.'

sukuna lets his words digest. yuji looks down at his lap, fiddling with his truck, trying to comprehend. 'broke up?'

'yeah,' sukuna sighs, 'we're not seeing each other anymore.'

silence forms in the living room excluding the clock on the wall suddenly loud in its tick-tick-tick-tick.

'so...she won't come over anymore?'

'no, she won't'

'oh, okay.' there's clear sadness in the six year old's voice, immediately disappointed and now sukuna understands what his brother meant when he said that it would hurt yuji more than it would hurt him.

sukuna throws a hand at reassurance. 'it's okay bud because you still have me... and-and we'll do fun things together alright?'

yuji nods before speaking again, reflecting a little.

'but aren't you sad?'

sukuna wasn't prepared for that question. he struggles to come up with a quick answer, hesitating. 'yeah...i am.'

'i don't want you to be sad 'kuna' yuji mumbles, kicking his feet.

'it's okay yuji, i'm-'

sukuna's words are cut off by yuji coming in for a hug. his toy is discarded with yuji now focused on the task of wrapping his tiny arms around sukuna's large frame. sukuna shifts yuji onto his lap and returns the hug.

sukuna barely hugs his nephew, only in circumstances where he knows he won't see yuji for a long time.

'i hope you feel better soon.' yuji mumbles, his voice muffled. sukuna says nothing more as suddenly his throat is caught and words fail to escape from his lips. if it didn't hit him before then it sure does hit him now.

he hopes yuji doesn't notice his eyes getting blurry.

[beloveds-embrace]

(a series in which you are a witch living in the woods, and a group of knights have decided to keep you safe and sound in exchange for kisses and charms.)

Ghost’s visits were fleeting, much like the twilight shadows that crept through the trees. They always came without warning, as if the man himself was more a part of the forest than even you, slipping between the cracks of the day unnoticed. Tonight was no different. The wards surrounding your cottage buzzed softly, recognizing his familiar energy, and you opened the door before he could knock.

His broad figure filled the frame, his skull mask catching the faint glow of the firelight spilling from within. Shadows danced across the painted bone, but you didn’t flinch.

You never did. Never felt or had to.

“I wasn’t expecting you tonight.” You said, stepping aside to let him in.

He ducked through the doorway, gloved hands reaching into his coat to retrieve a worn leather pouch. The door closed quietly on its own behind him, glimmering faintly. “Had time. Thought you could use this.”

He handed you the pouch, and the faint scent of crushed lavender and sage wafted from it. Behind you, empty bottles clinked and tapped their way into a neat row on the counter.

“Perfect for cleansing rituals,” you said, smiling as you took it. “Thank you, Simon.”

At the sound of his name, he stilled- even though he had told you to call him that himself, so long ago. The moment passed, and he watched in silence as you began sorting the herbs, your hands deft and practiced and your magic humming in the air.

“You haven’t been visiting as much,” you noted, glancing up briefly to flash him another smile. “Been busy?”

“Always.” He replied simply, leaning against the wall. His eyes tracked your movements, the fluidity and familiarity with with you did everything. It was comforting.

“You should sit.”

“I’m fine standing.”

You shook your head but didn’t argue, instead reaching for a small carved charm resting on your workbench. The rune, etched into a piece of bone, pulsed faintly with a soft, protective glow- magic you had infused into it over several nights. It was a good thing he came by when he did.

“This is for you,” you said, stepping closer and holding it out. “It’s for the nightmares. To keep them at bay.”

Ghost hesitated for a moment before taking it, his fingers brushing yours. He studied the charm, turning it over in his hands. The silence stretched, but it was never uncomfortable with him.

“Thank you.” He said finally, quiet but no less sincere.

“You’ve been sleeping poorly again, even aside from the nightmares.” You observed gently, tilting your head to meet his gaze.

He didn’t answer directly, but the slight tightening of his posture was answer enough.

“I’ll make you something stronger,” you offered, already moving toward the shelves where you kept your jars of herbs and oils. “A dream salve to help you find peace.”

“You do too much, witch.” He muttered, rough and yet carrying an undertone of warmth.

“This is how I protect you,” you replied, grinding dried lavender and valerian root in a mortar. “You all keep me safe in ways I could never repay, Simon. This is the least I can do.”

He stayed quiet, watching as you lit a candle and whispered an incantation over the mixture. The flame flickered unnaturally for a moment, the salve glowing faintly before settling into a calm, soothing scent.

When you handed him the small jar, he tucked it into his pocket alongside the charm. His eyes lingered on you for a moment, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air.

“You’ve got a way of making this place feel untouched,” he huffed at last. “Like the world out there doesn’t exist.”

“It’s the wards,” you grinned, pride flickering. “And maybe a little bit of you all, too.”

His jaw tightened slightly, and he glanced toward the door. “Speaking of the world out there…”

You followed his gaze, the faint hum of unease settling in your chest and chasing away the pride. “What is it?”

“Had to deal with something on my way here,” he admitted, grumbling darkly. “The crown’s men were sniffing around the edge of the forest. Heard rumors of a ‘witch’ living out here.”

Your stomach dropped, and you gripped the edge of your workbench. “How close did they get?”

“Not close enough,” Ghost said firmly. “I made sure they wouldn’t come any nearer. A few whispers about cursed woods and unnatural shadows should keep them away for now, and they have no reason to doubt me.”

He didn’t elaborate, but you could imagine it: the sight of him emerging from the trees, his skull mask illuminated by the dying light of day, his voice low and threatening. He didn’t need magic to make men tremble- his presence alone was enough. Especially for those who heard about him.

“Thank you, Simon.” You breathed out softly, your voice laced with genuine gratitude. Your heart began to calm down from the way it’d started thudding before.

“I’ll keep them off your trail,” he continued, tone leaving no room for doubt. Carefully, he reached to hold your cheek in his hand for just a few seconds that felt much longer. “Price has a system in place, but if anyone gets too curious, I’ll handle it.”

You stepped closer, reaching up to brush your fingers against the edge of his mask. “I don’t know what I’d do without you all.”

“You’ll never have to find out.”

Before he left, you leaned up and pressed a kiss to the edge of his mask. The cold material brushed your lips, and for a moment, he softened.

“Be safe out there, Simon.” You whispered.

He nodded, stepping into the shadows beyond your door. As the forest swallowed him, the wards around your home shimmered faintly, strengthened by the presence of the man who had once again ensured your safety.

You returned inside, the faint scent of lavender lingering in the air, and whispered a quiet spell of thanks- one more layer of protection for the man who guarded your hidden sanctuary.

Witch of the Woods Masterlist | John Price

[verdantchan]

Always You

Pairing: Best friend! Bangchan x Afab! Reader

Summary: It’s hard to enjoy a party when your best friend who you’ve been in love with for years turns up with his girlfriend…

Warnings: MDNI, dom!chan, sub!reader, possessive!chan, unprotected sex (don’t be like them) dirty talk, cum eating, multiple orgasms (f!rec) fingering (f!rec) mentions of mastubation, spitting (chan spits on it yk..) tummy bulge, creampie

Wc: 2.7k

a/n: did I write and edit it this in one sitting? yes I did,,, is this also my return to writing fics after 5 years bc I’m so attracted to chan idk what to do?? Also yes 🤪

‘‘Lixieee watch my drink, I nearly dropped it’’ You roll your eyes and smile at Felix as he practically jumps on you. His parties were always rowdy, especially when Jisung wormed his way into the planning. Colourful lights strewn around every pillar and doorway, countless bottles and cheesy red cups littering the granite countertops in the dorm kitchen, the air thick with smoke and the sickly sweet scent of liquor.

Part of you loved how committed the boys were to throwing the most stereotypical frat parties, the perfect way to unwind from the stress of uni life. You scan the room for that all too familiar face but find no sign of him, your shoulders dropping slightly, the disappointment in your chest too strong to ignore.

You and Chan had been best friends since you were 12, your parents pushing you together as an unlikely duo. You'd immediately become inseparable,spending every second with each other. People had always questioned your relationship, everyone thought you must be dating if you were so close, but you and Chan were just friends, at least that's what you convinced yourself it had to be.

You first started having feelings for Chan at 18, you were university freshmen starting the next big chapter of your lives together and you couldn't get him out of your head. His deep brown eyes that sparkled when he spoke about the things he loved, his soft curly black hair that you loved ruffling to annoy him and his dimples that became impossibly deep when he smiled. Being around him was both torture and comfort. Three years later and you were still completely in love with someone who views you as his best friend, nothing more. In other words, you're utterly fucked.

‘’Lix, have you seen Chan tonight? I thought he was coming’’  Felix still clinging to you in his tipsy state. His messy blonde hair slightly covering his eyes and freckle-dotted cheeks, a pink blush dusting his skin thanks to the many drinks he’d already knocked back.

‘’Nah not yet, he said he's coming later after his date’’ he slurs his words a little, all giggly and happy, not knowing the ache his words cause you. You hum in response, suddenly feeling less sociable than a few minutes ago.

‘’Ahhhhh speak of the devil’’ Felix laughs and nods toward the doorway, Chan's broad shoulders making it look tiny. His hand interlocked with hers, observing the room and briefly locking eyes with you before looking away.

Chan had been dating Euna for a few months, but it never got easier seeing them together. 

They'd met in one of your classes, Euna was sweet, pretty  and very popular with both the students and teachers. It hadn’t taken Chan too long to fall for her and spend less and less time with you. He swore nothing had changed between you two but you knew better. It wasn't long after they started dating that Chan began cancelling your plans because ‘Euna planned something’ or he ‘just couldn't make it that day’ You wanted to believe that it would all go back to the way it was soon enough but that day never came, Chan drifting further as time passed. 

You missed his smile, the way he would make you laugh, the way he would bring you your favourite food when you were tired or upset. You thought that maybe one day you would be together, that Chan would see you as more than just his best friend. Sometimes it felt like more between you two. 

He and Euna weave their way through the crowd, her trailing slightly behind, Chan looking back at her every so often with a smile, the sight of them making you nauseous though you wish it didn't. Chan lets go of her to pull Felix into a hug, Euna eyeing you awkwardly as the two of them catch up. Euna had never been rude to you, never made a snarky comment about you being friends with Chan, but she never really said much around you if you were honest. 

‘’Your dress is super pretty’’ you squeak out attempting to break the silence between you two, She offers up a small thank you and a tight smile and turns to Chan as he pulls her into his side, his attention now on the two of you instead of the tipsy blonde Aussie

 ‘’Hey y/n’’ Chan smiles as he lets go of Euna and pulls you into a quick side hug, letting go as quickly as he’d pulled you in, his soft musky scent filling your senses. The four of you make small talk, Chan's eyes catching your own as Felix rambles to Euna about his current pc build. The air starts to feel suffocating, his glances making you feel trapped. You quickly make an excuse to leave, Chan's smile faltering as you excuse yourself from their conversation and disappear into the crowd of bodies. 

It was impossible to think while Chan was standing there, his arms wrapped around Euna unapologetically. The jealousy burning more than the straight tequila sloshing around in your cup, you start to sway to the music begging yourself to forget about him and enjoy your night. You feel a pair of eyes follow your silhouette but you continue to drink and dance, the alcohol making its way through your system and drowning out every thought.

 You feel a figure behind you grabbing your hips and swaying with you, turning your head to see the blurred outline of Hyunjin, his hair in his eyes, a pair of red sunglasses perched on his nose. You let yourself melt into him, you'd always found him attractive anyway. You and Hyunjin move together perfectly, his smooth movements guiding your own as he whispers the lyrics to the song in your ear, his plump lips catching your skin slightly. You finally move your eyes to Chan still feeling someone watching you, secretly wishing it was him. You’re met with a sharp glare, his eyes never leaving you and Hyunjin, his jaw locked in annoyance, you roll your eyes at him and turn around to face Hyunjin winding your arms around his slender neck. 

You turn back to glance at Chan to find him charging your way, ripping you from your dance partner's embrace and towards the stairwell. 

‘’Chan what the fuck are you doing?’’ you yell, trying to wriggle your wrist from his strong grip as he pulls you upstairs and into one of the empty bedrooms.

‘’What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck are YOU doing y/n? Grinding all over Hyunjin like that’’

‘’We are not doing this right now, why does it have anything to do with you, Chan? Why do you even care?’’ venom coating your words, attempting to open the door and leave but being stopped short when he stands in the way, eyes burning into yours. Chan had never been like this with you, what had gotten into him?

‘’What? Are you suddenly into Hyunjin?? We both know he's not right for you y/n’’  his eyebrows knitted in annoyance.

‘’And how would you know what's best for me Chan? We hardly talk anymore!’’ you run your fingers through your hair, easing the tension building up behind your eyes. 

‘’Of course we still talk, you know i've been busy’’ he fires back, disregarding how much space really had built up between the two of you. 

’Give it up Chan and go back to Euna, what I do with Hyunjin has fuck all to do with you’’ you can't deal with the confusion, why is he acting like he's jealous of you and Hyunjin? Why does it matter to him? 

‘’’I’m your best friend y/n of course it has something to do with me, he's not right for you’’ 

‘’Oh my god get your head out of your ass chan, just like you said, you're my best friend not my boyfriend. You can date but I can't? I'm not gonna wait on you to notice me for the rest of my life’’ You turn your face away from him, your confidence and fire slipping as Chan studies you intensely, the room silent apart from your breathing. 

‘’My god you’re an idiot’’ Chan mumbles before grabbing your chin and smashing his lips onto yours, you melt into the kiss at first before snapping out of it and pushing him away

Chan what are you doing?’’ You feel dizzy as you maintain your balance, your hands still pressed against his toned chest. your lungs heaving in time with the thud of the music coming from below. 

‘’You really have no idea, do you? I’m fucking in love with you y/n, why do you think I even started dating Euna in the first place, I wanted to get over you, why else would I jump into a relationship with a girl I hardly knew??’’ The annoyance in his voice evident as he goes on, he runs his hand through his hair repeatedly,  messy waves falling in his face. 

You stare up at him stunned, your lips parted in surprise, he pulls you back in, his lips covering yours as he presses you into him with fervour. He deepens the kiss and walks you backwards, his hands pressing into your hips, his hold nothing like hyunjins. He pulls away his eyes searching yours for something, anything. 

“Tell me to stop, if you don't want this I’ll walk away” his voice is breathy and pained, evident that the last thing he wanted was for you to say now.

You've waited too long for this, for him to need you, touch you. You know it's wrong, his girlfriend just a floor below but you’ve wanted and waited too much to stop and walk away, you can deal with your moral shortcomings tomorrow. 

‘’Please, Chan’’ you whisper, desperate for him to touch you again, clenching your thighs together as heat pools in your lower stomach, your insides on fire for him. He watches how desperate you are for him, your answer clear.

‘’Fuck you’re perfect’’ you look at him pleadingly and he can't hold back anymore, he’d thought about you like this too many times to count, in dreams and when awake. When he can't sleep and he fucks his fist wishing it was you, how pretty your moans would sound as he rocked into you, how tight you'd be around him, how his cum would leak out of your fluttering hole. He was too far gone, a man possessed. 

You gasp as he pushes you back on the bed, his weight pressing you into the mattress perfectly, he licks and nips at your jaw, his hand finding your soaked underwear under your skirt, circling your puffy clit through the slick fabric. 

“You’re so wet for me baby, bet Hyunjin could never have this effect on you. Gonna fuck you so good you'll forget he exists’’ his words making you tingle, his fingers exactly where you need them.

‘’Only want you’’ Your voice comes out breathy and fucked out even though he’s barely touched you and it sends a rush of blood to Chan's already rock-solid cock, straining against the tight fabric of his black jeans.

He sinks two fingers into your tight pussy and you scream in pleasure and pain at the intrusion, his fingers so much thicker and longer than yours, the stretch taking your breath away 

‘��Yeah be a good girl and take my fingers in that tight little cunt, I know you can’’ The way he whispers as your pussy stretches around his fingers and wet squelches echo through the room has you throwing your head back, Chans other hand finding your tits as he stretches you out for him. You shake as he moves his fingers in and out of you, the stretch now dissolved into intense pleasure. He can tell you're close, your eyes closed in pleasure as you sigh out his name.

‘’cum for me pretty, cum around my fingers’’ You moan his name over and over as he rubs your soaking clit and plunges his fingers into your sopping hole,  your back arching in pleasure as he works you through your high. Shouting his name as you cum on his fingers. He pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean. The sight alone already making you needy for more 

‘’Need you so bad baby, need to feel you milk my cock’’ he breathes out as he undoes his belt, desperate to be inside of you. You spread your sticky thighs, your glistening pussy on full display for him. His cock springs free from its confines, his pink tip leaking down onto the rest of his thick veiny length. It was no surprise he had the prettiest cock you'd ever seen. He gives it a few pumps, slapping your clit with his bulbous tip, and you moan in pleasure at the sting. 

‘’Take it, baby. Gonna stretch you out so good, gonna make you mine’’ his voice shaky as he presses into you, your pussy spasming around his hard length splitting you open, he slowly bottoms out with a moan stilling inside you. His cock making your stomach bulge with his size 

‘’Fuckfuckfuckkkk you're still so tight, such a perfect pussy’’ his words coming out more like a mantra, the feeling of you around him making him pussydrunk. He fucks in and out of you grabbing your thighs, spreading you wider for him, watching where you’re joined as he takes you. 

 ‘’talk to me baby girl, tell me how I make you feel’’ 

‘’Love it when you fuck me Channie, love your cock so much’’ your voice strained and whiny, writhing against the sheets as he sets a rough pace. He spits on your pussy, the liquid dripping down to where you meet, the sight only aiding his pleasure. 

‘’Bet you thought about this huh? Thought about how good it would feel when I ruin you, hmm baby? Bet you’d touch this little clit thinking about how good I would fuck you?’’ His thrusts become sloppy as he nears his orgasm, his fingers coming to circle your clit. Your moans getting louder as you get close for the second time.

‘’Cum with me baby, wanna cum in this pussy, fill you up with my cum’’ his thrusts getting more erratic and desperate as you orgasm together. You scream his name, your nails digging into his toned back muscles. Chan stills as he spurts his hot release into you, his cum painting your insides a milky white. He collapses onto you, his muscled chest pressed against your fucked out form, both of you breathing heavily. 

‘’Fuck you're mine, just mine’’ he whispers, his cock still inside you, both your release leaking out around his still hard dick.. 

‘’Yeah just yours, Channie’’ you breathe out dreamily, still coming down from your high  

You both lay like that for a while, Chan's face tucked into your neck, leaving gentle kisses, his cock stiffening again inside of you, the party coming to an end downstairs. Things had happened so fast you hadn't realised Chan brought you to his own room, the purple lights giving his skin a lilac hue. 

‘’Chan. What happens now?” You hesitate not wanting to ruin the moment, praying you didn't just fuck everything up with him with a simple question.

He sighs into your skin snuggling closer ‘’I meant it when I said you're mine y/n, Euna knows she and I are done, she knew I was in love with you. I want this, I want you’’ his voice soft and sleepy. 

Your heart nearly explodes, ‘’I love you too Chan, I want you too’’ you kiss him passionately, his tongue fighting yours for dominance, smiling into the kiss as he begins moving inside you again. It feels like a dream and you can't believe he's in love with you too, that he wants you like you want him. Now you have him you'll never let him go, you have always been his, even if he didn't know it. 

‘’It's always been you y/n’’

-ty for reading!! Alr working on more hehe

[lizziesangel]

can you do another one shot of introverted reader and extroverted qb Rafe and he just follows her around and still crushes on her and then he like asks her out or something you can make this in your own way

finally part two!! ⟢ part one

as the self-defense unit wraps up, you and lana grab your things and head toward the locker rooms. the air between you is lighter now, the drills and awkward encounters behind you—for the moment, at least. lana nudges you with her shoulder, her mischievous grin already in place.

“did you see what happened to jason in the middle of class?” she asks, barely containing her laughter. “i mean, secondhand embarrassment doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

you stifle a laugh, glancing over at her. “what did he think was going to happen? asking mia out in the middle of the drills? who even does that?”

lana throws her hands up dramatically. “exactly! like, dude, we’re learning how to escape a chokehold, and he’s over here trying to escape the friend zone. bad timing, jason. bad. timing.”

you snort, unable to hold back your amusement. “and then mia’s face? she looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her whole.”

“she didn’t even say anything! she just shook her head and walked away!” lana cackles, practically doubling over as she recalls the moment. “poor guy stood there for a solid ten seconds, looking like he’d just been hit by a bus.”

“it was funny,” you admit, “but also kind of sad. like, imagine building up all that courage just to get publicly rejected.”

lana shakes her head, still giggling. “i mean, yeah, i felt bad for him. for, like, half a second. but you have to admit, it was iconic. mia didn’t even blink.”

you laugh, the image replaying in your mind, but then lana’s smirk takes on a different edge. she gives you a sly look, and you immediately know you’re in trouble.

“speaking of moments,” she begins, dragging out the words, “what’s going on with you and rafe cameron?”

your laughter dies in your throat, replaced by a groan. “oh my gosh, lana. nothing is going on.”

“nothing?” she echoes, raising an eyebrow. “girl, he was staring at you like you were the answer to all of life’s questions. and don’t even try to deny it—i saw it.”

you roll your eyes, trying to play it cool. “he wasn’t staring. he was just… focused on the drill.”

“focused on you,” she corrects, wagging a finger at you. “i mean, i can’t blame him. you two looked like the cover of some YA romance novel over there, all wrist grabs and lingering eye contact.”

“lana, oh my gosh, stop.” you shove her lightly, your face burning. “it’s not like that.”

“oh, but you wish it was?” she teases, wiggling her eyebrows.

“no!” you insist, laughing despite yourself. “you’re so annoying.”

lana grins triumphantly, but before she can press further, you narrow your eyes and shift the spotlight. “okay, let’s talk about you and topper, then.”

her smug expression falters. “what about me and topper?” she asks, feigning innocence.

you mimic her earlier teasing tone. “oh, nothing. just that you were blushing a lot while you two were partnered up. and don’t even try to deny it—i saw it.”

“i was not blushing,” she huffs, but her face betrays her, turning pink at the accusation.

“you so were!” you shoot back, laughing. “and don’t think i didn’t notice how he kept leaning in to talk to you, all ‘are you okay? is my grip too tight?’”

“okay, first of all, he was just being polite,” lana retorts, crossing her arms. “second of all, you’re deflecting.”

“am i, though?” you challenge, raising an eyebrow. “because it sounds to me like someone has a little crush.”

lana groans, throwing her head back dramatically. “fine! whatever! he’s cute, okay? but he’s also topper thornton, which means he’s probably, like, ninety percent annoying and ten percent tolerable.”

you smirk. “sounds like someone’s trying to justify their feelings.”

“and it sounds like someone’s avoiding the fact that rafe cameron was basically undressing them with his eyes,” she fires back.

the two of you dissolve into laughter, your playful banter echoing down the hallway. for all the awkwardness of the class, you can’t help but feel grateful for moments like this—light, ridiculous, and completely you.

it’s been a week since the self-defense class, but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about rafe cameron since then. not that you’d admit it to lana.

she’d never let you hear the end of it. right now, though, you’re trying to focus on your spanish class, scribbling notes as señor martinez drones on about verb conjugations. lana is sitting to your left, doodling absentmindedly in her notebook, while rafe is on your right, leaning back in his chair with a bored expression that says he’d rather be anywhere else.

you try not to notice how close he’s sitting. or how his cologne lingers faintly in the air. definitely not noticing.

“señor cameron,” señor martinez suddenly says, breaking through the hum of your thoughts. you glance up to see the older man staring pointedly at rafe, his thick-rimmed glasses slipping down his nose. “por favor, conteste esta pregunta. ¿cómo se dice, ‘i like to play football’ en español?”

rafe blinks, his posture straightening slightly. you can tell from the way his brow furrows that he has no idea what the answer is. he shifts in his seat, his gaze darting toward you briefly before landing back on the teacher.

“uh…” he starts, clearly stalling. “yo… gusta… uh…”

you glance at him out of the corner of your eye, trying not to laugh at his obvious struggle. he looks genuinely panicked now, scratching the back of his neck like it’ll somehow help him come up with the right words.

without thinking, you lean slightly toward him and scribble on the edge of your notebook: me gusta jugar al fútbol.

sliding the notebook closer to him with your left hand, you tap the words lightly with your pen before sitting back, acting like nothing happened. rafe’s eyes dart to the paper, and then to you. he catches on quickly, his lips twitching into a small, grateful smile.

“me gusta jugar al fútbol,” he repeats, his pronunciation a little off but passable. he looks up at señor martinez, who nods approvingly.

“muy bien, señor cameron,” the teacher says before moving on to the next victim in his line of questioning.

rafe exhales quietly, and you feel his shoulder brush yours as he leans closer, whispering just loud enough for you to hear. “thanks. i owe you one.”

you shrug, keeping your eyes on your notebook. “you’ll survive.”

“yeah, because of you,” he says, his tone teasing but sincere. you can feel his gaze lingering on you, and your cheeks warm involuntarily.

lana, who has been unusually quiet, suddenly clears her throat dramatically. “i see you two are getting along nicely,” she whispers, her voice dripping with mock innocence.

you nudge her under the desk with your foot, shooting her a warning look. “focus, lana.”

“oh, i am,” she replies with a grin, glancing pointedly between you and rafe.

you and lana walk out of spanish class, your bags slung over your shoulders as you weave through the bustling hallway. the faint smell of old textbooks and cleaning supplies lingers in the air, blending with the hum of chatter from other students.

“so,” lana says, adjusting the strap of her bag and glancing at you, “are we pretending that señor martinez’s lecture didn’t put the entire class to sleep?”

you snort. “you mean only you? i saw you zoning out halfway through.”

“hey, i was conserving my energy,” she defends, holding up her hands. “that conjugation nonsense was not giving what it needed to give.”

you laugh softly, shaking your head as the two of you make your way toward your lockers. the conversation shifts to weekend plans, lana animatedly describing some pop-up event she wants to drag you to, when someone passes by on your right.

it’s him.

“hey,” he says, his voice breaking through your conversation like a gentle ripple. he’s walking just slow enough to catch your attention without completely stopping. “thanks for earlier. you saved me with that spanish sentence.”

he flashes you a smile—not the usual cocky smirk you’ve seen him give other people, but something softer, genuine. the kind that makes your chest tighten unexpectedly.

“oh, uh, no problem,” you manage to say, your voice steady despite the warmth creeping up your neck.

he gives a small nod, the corners of his mouth tugging upward just a little more, and then continues walking past you, blending into the crowd.

lana waits until he’s out of earshot before turning to you, her eyebrows raised and her grin positively devious. “okay. what was that?”

you roll your eyes, trying to play it cool. “he was just saying thank you.”

“mmm, sure,” she says, drawing out the words. “because guys like rafe cameron totally go out of their way to say thank you for help in class.”

“it’s called being polite,” you counter, though your voice wavers slightly, betraying your attempt at indifference.

“polite?” lana mimics, her voice dripping with mockery. “girl, he smiled at you like you just solved all his problems. that was not polite; that was something else.”

you shake your head, biting back a smile. “you’re ridiculous.”

“am i?” she teases, bumping her shoulder into yours. “or am i just really good at spotting crush vibes when i see them?”

you groan, quickening your pace to escape her relentless teasing, but the fluttery feeling in your chest doesn’t go away.

a few days rolls by, and it’s time for PE again. the memory of last week’s self-defense unit still lingers in your mind, though you’ve done your best to push it aside. unfortunately, lana hasn’t let you live it down.

“back to the battlefield,” she says dramatically as you walk into the gym together, her water bottle swinging in her hand. “do you think coach davis will make us pair up the same way as last time?”

you glance at her, trying to gauge whether she’s genuinely curious or just looking for an opportunity to tease you again. “i don’t know,” you reply, keeping your tone casual. “probably. he seems like a ‘stick to the plan’ kind of guy.”

lana smirks, nudging you lightly. “good news for you, then.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, feigning innocence as you open your water bottle and take a sip.

“oh, nothing,” she replies with a sly grin. “just that a certain quarterback might be looking forward to this more than you think.”

“ooh, look,” lana adds in a whisper, nudging you with her elbow as you make your way toward your spot. “there’s your favorite partner.”

you glance over instinctively and spot rafe standing with the rest of the football team. he’s tossing a basketball between his hands, chatting with topper and a couple of others, looking relaxed and completely at ease.

you try not to linger too long, but as if sensing your gaze, he looks up and meets your eyes. his lips curve into a small, knowing smile, and you quickly look away, your heart doing an unintentional somersault.

“stop it,” you mutter to lana, who’s practically vibrating with excitement at your reaction.

“i’m not even doing anything,” she says innocently, though the smug look on her face says otherwise.

you roll your eyes, but before you can fire back, coach davis claps his hands together, gathering the class’s attention.

“alright, folks!” he booms. “we’re picking up where we left off last week. same pairs, same drills, new moves.”

lana shoots you a triumphant look, barely able to contain her laugh. “told you.”

“shut up,” you mutter under your breath, your cheeks already warming as you glance toward the corner of the gym. sure enough, there’s rafe, standing with the other football players, tossing a basketball between his hands and looking entirely unbothered by the world around him.

when your name is called, followed by rafe’s, you take a deep breath and start walking toward him, feeling Lana’s smug gaze on your back the entire way.

“guess it’s us again,” he says, stopping in front of you. his tone is casual, but there’s a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

“lucky me,” you reply, trying to sound neutral as you set your water bottle on the floor, though your voice comes out a little more sarcastic than you intended.

he chuckles, his hands resting lightly on his hips. “you say that like it’s a bad thing.”

you roll your eyes but can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

“ready for round two?” he asks, his tone teasing but warm. there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—maybe amusement, maybe anticipation—but you don’t dwell on it for long.

“i’m ready if you are,” you reply, trying to match his confidence.

this week’s drills involve more complex moves—blocking, evading, and redirecting. rafe listens to coach davis’s explanation but keeps sneaking glances at you, like he’s more interested in your reaction than the actual instructions. you catch him once, and he quickly looks away, scratching the back of his neck with a sheepish grin.

when it’s time to practice, rafe takes his position in front of you, his hands raised slightly. “alright, let’s see what you’ve got.”

you narrow your eyes playfully. “don’t go easy on me.”

his grin widens. “wouldn’t dream of it.”

the first few attempts are clumsy, just like last week, but this time, there’s an unspoken ease between you. the tension feels lighter, replaced by a strange sort of rhythm. when you stumble on one of the blocks, rafe catches your arm instinctively, steadying you without a second thought.

“you okay?” he asks, his voice soft.

“yeah,” you reply quickly, brushing it off. “just lost my balance.”

“good thing i’m here, then,” he says, his grin returning. he’s teasing, but there’s a sincerity in his tone that makes your stomach flip.

as the drill continues, you notice how his confidence contrasts with the careful way he moves around you, never pushing too hard, always adjusting to your pace. it’s almost… considerate. by the end of the session, you’re both slightly out of breath, your cheeks flushed—not just from the exercise.

rafe is surprisingly focused, following coach’s instructions and helping you figure out the movements without making it awkward—well, mostly. he adjusts his stance a couple of times, his hands hovering near your arms to guide you, but he never oversteps, which you appreciate.

“alright, now try shifting your weight forward,” he says, watching as you attempt to push him off balance.

you give it your best shot, planting your feet and leaning into the motion, but he barely moves, his footing solid.

“okay, not bad,” he says, grinning. “but maybe try using a little more…” he pauses, clearly searching for the right word.

“force?” you supply, raising an eyebrow.

“yeah, that.” he nods, his grin widening. “don’t be afraid to go for it.”

you try again, this time putting more effort into the movement. to your surprise, he actually stumbles back a step, his expression shifting to mock surprise.

“whoa—okay,” he says, holding up his hands in surrender. “you’ve got some hidden strength there.”

you laugh despite yourself, shaking your head. “yeah, sure. i’m terrifying.”

“hey, i’m just saying,” he replies, his tone teasing. “remind me not to mess with you.”

lana, paired with topper a few feet away, catches the exchange and immediately starts making faces at you behind rafe’s back. you shoot her a glare, mouthing stop while trying not to laugh.

“what’s so funny?” rafe asks, glancing between you and lana.

“nothing,” you say quickly, straightening up and avoiding his gaze.

laa smirks, her voice carrying just enough for you to hear. “oh, it’s definitely something.”

you groan inwardly, already dreading whatever teasing lana has planned for later. for now, though, you focus on the drill, pretending not to notice the way rafe’s smile lingers just a little

the end of class rolls around, and as everyone starts clearing up and heading toward the locker rooms, rafe lingers near you, casually adjusting the strap of his gym bag. lana notices, of course, and shoots you a knowing look before wandering off toward the door with topper trailing behind her.

you sling your water bottle over your shoulder, about to follow, when rafe steps a little closer. “hey,” he says, his tone casual but with just a hint of hesitation.

“hi,” you reply, glancing up at him curiously.

“so, uh…” he rubs the back of his neck, his usual confidence slipping for just a moment. “are you going to the game tonight?”

you blink, caught a little off guard. “the football game?”

“yeah,” he gives a short laugh, as if there’s any other game he could be talking about. “i mean, it’s kind of a big one. with a rival school and all that.”

you chew on your lip, considering. “ah, i don’t know. i haven’t really thought about it.”

“oh, come on,” he says, a teasing edge creeping into his tone. “i’m playing tonight.”

“i know,” you say with a faint laugh. “you’re the captain.”

there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—maybe amusement, maybe something else entirely. “right. so… you’ll come?”

before you can answer, lana reappears, practically materializing out of thin air. “we’ll be there!” she announces brightly, cutting off whatever excuse you were about to come up with.

your head snaps toward her, eyes wide. “we will?”

“yeah,” lana says, completely unbothered by your subtle glare. “wouldn’t miss it.”

rafe’s grin widens, his gaze flickering between you and lana. “great. see you tonight, then.”

just as you’re about to protest—or at least question why lana is suddenly speaking for you—topper walks by, overhearing the last bit of the conversation. he stops, turning to lana with a raised eyebrow.

“you’re going to the game?” he asks, his tone curious but laced with something else, something like amusement.

lana tilts her head at him, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. “why? you don’t want me there?”

topper stares at her for a second, then shakes his head, the corner of his mouth twitching into a half-smile. “no, i didn’t say that.”

“good,” lana replies breezily, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “because we’ll be there.”

topper blinks, momentarily at a loss for words, before recovering with a lopsided grin. “cool. yeah. that’s… cool.”

you glance between them, unsure whether to roll your eyes or laugh. meanwhile, rafe is still standing next to you, watching the whole exchange unfold with an amused look on his face.

“see you tonight,” rafe says again, this time directing it more toward you. his voice is quieter, as if it’s just for you, and there’s something in his tone that makes your stomach flip.

“yeah,” you manage, your voice a little softer than you intended. “see you.”

rafe’s grin widens, his eyes lighting up in a way that makes your chest tighten. “great. see you then.”

as he walks away with topper, lana nudges you with her elbow, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“you’re welcome,” she says, grinning.

“oh my gosh, did you see the way he was looking at you? you’re so going to that game.”

“lana,” you groan, but she’s already steering you toward the door, topper trailing behind like a lost puppy.

“oh, and topper?” lana calls over her shoulder. “you’d better actually play well tonight if i’m showing up.”

topper laughs, running a hand through his hair. “don’t worry, i’ll make it worth your while.”

“you’re welcome, by the way,” she says, grinning.

“for what?” you ask, even though you already know where this is going.

“getting us prime seats to watch your boy play tonight,” she teases.

you groan, shaking your head. “he’s not my—”

“oh, save it,” she interrupts, laughing. “i’m just saying, this is gonna be very entertaining.”

you shoot lana a look, but she just grins, completely unfazed. “you realize your boy is going to be there as well.”

“ahhh, this is going to be so much fun,” she says, and for some reason, you can’t help but smile too.

you and lana are in her room, sorting through her closet to find something suitable for the football game. clothes are strewn across her bed, some tossed on the floor, and lana is holding up a navy sweater against herself in the mirror.

“what about this? casual but cute, right?” she asks, turning to you.

“it’s cute,” you say, trying not to laugh at the chaos around you. “but are we really dressing up for a football game?”

lana shoots you a look. “first of all, yes. second of all, you need to look extra cute. for a special reason.”

lana holds up a cropped sweater, frowning. “do i go with this? or the green one with the little buttons?”

“the green one,” you say without hesitation. “it makes your eyes pop.”

she nods thoughtfully, tossing the sweater onto a growing pile of rejected options. “okay, green it is. what about you? you can’t just show up in your usual jeans and hoodie. this is a game. there’s a whole vibe.”

before you can respond, lana’s younger sister amalia bursts into the room, a bundle of energy as always. she’s clutching a bowl of popcorn, her hair in a loose braid. at fifteen, she has that untamed curiosity that makes her impossible to ignore.

“what’s going on in here?” amalia asks, plopping down on the floor and grabbing one of lana’s discarded sneakers.

“getting ready for the game,” lana says, tossing the sweater onto the bed and grabbing a scarf.

amalia plops onto the corner of the bed, narrowly avoiding a pile of jeans. “so, like… are you going because you actually care about football, like, someone specific?”

“amalia!” you gasp, laughing, while lana groans.

“obviously, we’re going for the game,” lana says, dragging out the last word like it’s painfully obvious.

“sure you are,” amalia says, smirking. she looks at you. “so, which is it? topper or rafe?”

both lana and you freeze mid-motion, slowly turning to look at her. “what?” you say in unison, your voices dripping with confusion and maybe a hint of panic.

“oh my god, it is true.” amalia’s eyes widen, her tone full of mock scandal. “i mean, i heard you talking on the phone,” she says nonchalantly, taking a bite of her granola bar.

lana’s face contorts into a mix of horror and disbelief. “you were eavesdropping?”

“no!” amalia says defensively, though her grin betrays her. “i just walked past your room, and i heard you say something about rafe. or was it topper? honestly, you were talking so fast, i couldn’t tell.”

“besides, we have thin walls. i can hear every conversation you have.”

you bury your face in your hands while lana groans loudly, tossing a sweatshirt at the younger sister. “you’re the absolute worst, you know that?”

she giggles, dodging the sweatshirt. “what? i’m just curious! so, which one is it? rafe or topper?”

“neither,” you say quickly, trying to sound as calm as possible. “we’re just going because… we have nothing better to do.”

amalia doesn’t look convinced, her eyes darting between the two of you like she’s trying to crack a code. “uh-huh. sure.”

you bury your face in your hands. “can we not do this right now?”

“oh, come on,” she says, grinning. “i have to live vicariously through you guys. my life is so boring.”

her older sister snickers. “you’re fifteen, amalia. you’re supposed to have a boring life.”

amalia rolls her eyes. “whatever. you’re lucky mom and dad aren’t here, or they’d totally make me go with you guys.”

lana points to the door, her tone firm. “okay, get out. now. before i tell mom you stole her granola bars again.”

amalia gasps dramatically, clutching the half-eaten bar to her chest. “you wouldn’t.”

with a huff, amalia stands and heads for the door, but not before throwing one last grin over her shoulder. “fine, but if you don’t tell me what happens tonight, i’m stealing your makeup.”

“go away, amalia!” lana yells, and the door slams shut behind her.

“you’re such a snitch,” could be heard from the other side of the door.

as the silence settles, you and lana exchange a look, and then burst into laughter.

“she’s impossible,” you say, shaking your head.

lana smirks, reaching for her eyeliner. “she’s also not wrong about you and rafe, though.”

you grab a pillow and throw it at her. “shut up!”

the stadium lights flood the field as you and lana make your way to the bleachers. the energy in the air is palpable, the crowd buzzing with excitement as the game is set to begin. the school colors are everywhere—navy and red banners, painted faces, and a sea of matching shirts.

lana’s decked out in navy, her outfit effortlessly stylish, while you’re in red, wearing your school hoodie with pride. she loops her arm through yours as you weave through the crowd.

“this is so chaotic,” lana says, laughing as you dodge a group of cheerleaders running toward the sidelines.

“you’re the one who wanted to come early,” you tease.

“early means we get good seats,” she replies, tugging you along.

as you near the edge of the bleachers, a familiar figure catches your eye. rafe is standing by the fence near the field, already in his uniform, looking every bit the golden boy quarterback he is. his helmet is tucked under one arm, and he’s talking to a teammate, but the moment he spots you, his face lights up.

he steps away, jogging over. “hey!”

“hi,” you reply, a little breathless from the crowd.

“i, uh, saved you and lana some seats,” he says, gesturing toward a spot near the middle of the bleachers, right in prime view of the field.

“oh, thanks!” you say, genuinely surprised and a little touched.

“of course,” he says casually, but there’s a flicker of something in his tone that makes your stomach flip.

meanwhile, lana has already found her focus—topper is lingering a few steps away, looking effortlessly cool in his jersey. she doesn’t waste any time sidling up to him, her voice light and playful as she says, “topper, is this your game face, or do you always look this serious?”

topper smirks, tilting his head at her. “you tell me. think it’s intimidating enough?”

“intimidating? not quite,” she teases, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

you glance at her, rolling your eyes slightly but smiling. she’s clearly in her element, and for a moment, you’re distracted by their banter.

“hey,” rafe says, drawing your attention back to him.

you look up at him, his expression softer now. “yeah?”

“so, i was thinking…” he starts, trailing off for just a second before giving you a teasing look.

you arch an eyebrow, leaning slightly closer. “really? you were thinking?”

his grin deepens, and he nudges your arm lightly with his elbow. “yeah, shut up. i was thinking…” he pauses again, this time looking a little nervous, though he hides it well. “if i win this game tonight, would you… wanna go out with me?”

you blink, caught completely off guard. his words hang in the air for a moment, and you can’t help the way your lips curve into a smile.

“seriously?” you ask, your voice soft but full of amusement.

“dead serious,” he replies, his eyes locked on yours, a mix of confidence and vulnerability in his expression.

your smile widens, warmth blooming in your chest. “well… i guess i’ll have to cheer extra loud, then.”

his grin stretches across his face, brighter than you’ve ever seen it. “i’ll hold you to that.”

before you can say anything else, lana suddenly appears at your side, her cheeks slightly pink from talking to topper. “come on, we need to grab those seats before someone else does.”

rafe nods, stepping back but keeping his eyes on you. “i’ll see you after the game?”

you nod, your heart still racing. “good luck, captain.”

“thanks,” he says, his voice warm, before jogging back toward his team.

as you and lana make your way to the bleachers, she nudges you with her elbow, her grin mischievous. “sooo… what was that about?”

you shrug, trying to play it cool, but the smile tugging at your lips gives you away.

“uh-huh,” she says, her tone dripping with satisfaction. “you’re so coming to every game from now on.”

you laugh, feeling a little giddy. maybe you just might.

the game has been intense, and the crowd is on edge. the scoreboard has been a back-and-forth battle, but now, as the clock winds down, rafe's team is trailing by just a few points. the stands are buzzing with nervous energy as the players huddle on the field.

you’re perched on the edge of your seat, your eyes glued to rafe, who is looking more focused than ever. he’s been carrying the weight of the game ever since their second best star player was taken out with an injury. it’s clear that he’s frustrated, his jaw clenched as he scans the field, but there’s something else in his eyes: determination.

topper stands beside him, clearly trying to keep up with the intensity, but it’s hard not to notice that rafe’s doing most of the work. he’s calling the plays, directing the team, and every move he makes looks calculated—almost like he’s pushing his limits, but you can see in the way he carries himself that he’s not going to give up.

the clock is ticking down, seconds slipping away like sand in an hourglass.

“come on, come on!” lana mutters beside you, her voice almost lost in the roar of the crowd. you glance at her, her eyes fixed on rafe and topper, and then at the field. the tension is so thick you could almost cut it with a knife.

rafe takes the ball, his eyes scanning for an opening. he’s got no choice now; it’s all on him. he fakes a pass to topper, sending the defenders rushing toward him, then in one swift motion, he dodges a tackle and charges down the field. the crowd rises to its feet, the energy growing with every step rafe takes.

you can’t help but hold your breath as you watch him break through the last line of defense, topper sprinting beside him, staying just close enough to act as backup. rafe’s legs move like they’re made of steel, his eyes locked on the end zone.

with seconds left on the clock, he passes the ball to topper, who’s just a few yards from the end zone. topper catches it and pivots, leaping into the air just as a defender tries to block him. time seems to slow as the ball arcs through the air and lands perfectly in topper’s hands. the crowd erupts as he crosses the goal line, securing the game-winning touchdown.

you can barely hear yourself think over the deafening roar of the crowd. you jump up with lana, both of you screaming and clapping in excitement. rafe’s face lights up as the team floods onto the field to congratulate topper, but he’s still scanning the crowd for someone.

you catch his eye, and for a split second, everything else fades away. his grin is wide, the exhaustion and tension melting off his face, replaced by sheer triumph.

“looks like you’ll be getting that date after all,” lana says, her voice full of teasing as she nudges you, but you barely hear her. all you can focus on is rafe’s smile, the way he’s looking at you from across the field.

you can feel your heart skip a beat as the final whistle blows. the game is over, and against all odds, rafe’s team pulled through.

lana cheers next to you, but you’re still staring at rafe, a grin tugging at the corner of your lips. he winks at you, the energy of the win still buzzing in his movements.

it’s official: rafe cameron just won the game—and, if you’re being honest, you think he just might’ve won a little bit of your heart too, especially when he was looking right at you after winning the game.

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How the Batboys would react to finding out and dealing with you self harming/having severe depression.

TW: Mentions of cuts, blood, suicidal thoughts, incorrect use of pills, sort of implied eating disorders.

Please don't read if this could upset you in any way.

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Bruce:

The first time he notices is also the first time you spend the night. The lights were dark and you were both a bit buzzed after downing several glasses of champagne to endure a boring event he invited you to as an excuse to see you. Of course he was more concerned with kissing the inside of your thighs than noticing the little healed scars on them.

He notices them the next morning though, when the sun is streaming through the window and you get up to find your clothes while assuming he's asleep. He wasn't. He saw the marks. The scars. He refrained from saying a word about them, waiting weeks for you to open up about them on your own terms. He could see they were healed so he wasn't terribly worried at that moment.

When you finally told him, you said you'd been clean for months. He had no reason to suspect you would start again.

But you did.

He didn't know the exact day, or the specific reason, all he knew is that you stopped wearing shorts to bed and stopped letting him leave the lights on to see you when you were intimate. You stopped smiling as often, too.

Of course, being a detective, he can tell when you start getting lethargic, not from work or stress but simply life itself. He hears when your words have less meaning, and your expressions are false. He makes it his mission to not let you fall into the spiral any more than you already have.

You might not want to tell him you're hurting yourself but he'd be damned if he didn't do whatever he could to make you stop. That started by holding you tighter at night so you couldn't sneak off to the bathroom to cut, he'd ask you to visit him at work, insist on every meal being at a restaurant so you didn't even have time to try to hurt yourself. And of course, he helps with the tasks you start struggling with, but pretends he doesn't notice.

He just says "Can I practice braiding your hair so I can help Cassandra?" and use it as a chance to make sure you don't start letting your hair tangle.

He even makes the braid a bit crooked even though he can French braid perfectly, just to sell it. He'll wash it, too, claiming it's: "A good excuse to spend time together." after a long day.

He just wants to make sure it's not getting greasy. He can see the guilt on your face when you sit in the tub, staring at the wall. You wanted to tell him to stop, that you could wash your own hair. But you probably couldn't. It felt like too much work and you just wanted to sink underneath the water of the tub for a few minutes of peace. He kept you upright though, kissing the back of your shoulder, the side of your neck, your cheek, making you hum.

You weren't able to feel much, emotionally speaking, but you could feel gratitude and love.

When he notices you skipping meals because you can't drag yourself to the kitchen or bother to cook, he will. He'll make anything, even if you change your mind about what sounds good and make him cook six different dishes before eventually accepting one of them. He doesn't care. He just wants you to eat. The second you show the slightest bit of interest in something, anything, it's yours. You make a comment about the beach sounding nice, the next thing you know he's taken the day off work and is driving you there with the top of a convertible down.

You say you kind of miss one of your old hobbies— be it painting or crochet, it doesn't matter what, the next day the nicest stuff for you to get back into it arrives. Fresh paints, massive canvases or imported yarn and crystal hooks. He watches, intently when you start to focus on something you like again, the heavy ache in his heart subsiding when he gets to show enthusiasm about your project when it's done.

You start holding him again at night, your face buried in his chest instead of sleeping facing the wall. One night you slide into bed wearing shorts and he can see your scars, red ones among the old faded pale ones from when you first met.

He knows they'll heal too in time. Just like you have.

---

Dick: He doesn't realize there's anything wrong several months into dating you until he catches you taking some pills when he was walking back into the room and later searched up the name, figuring out they're antidepressants.

He can't believe he didn't see it sooner and hates that you were always putting on a fake smile with him. He wants you to talk about it, but understands that it's hard for you too and your every attempt to open up to him ends with you in tears or walking out in frustration because the words won't form.

He suggests (very strongly) that you see a therapist and after some gentle coaxing, you agree. He sits in the car the entire time waiting for you and when you come out, numb for a few minutes as you sit there in silence before sobbing uncontrollably for the 20 minutes in the parking lot. He gets you whatever you want after— ice cream, cheesecake, brownies. Whatever you're craving.

He takes you every week, sometimes multiple times a week. He never complains and he's ALWAYS there. He'll wake up early, even if he barely slept. He'll skip family lunch, he'll rush out of a bank robbery just shouting for his brothers to handle it without him. It doesn't matter what, he'll be there.

He's taken to heavy positive affirmations, as well. He puts sticky notes up in the bathroom with smiley faces for whenever you brush your teeth or put on moisturizer. There are little hearts and words of encouragement on the front of the fridge and inside of it too for when you manage to crave a snack. Hopefully something healthy like fruit, but even if it's junk food, it's better than an empty stomach.

Every morning he wakes you up and tells you you're beautiful and he's grateful to have you.

He likes to remind you not to push yourself as well. "If you just manage to wash your hair, you'll have done something" and "If that's too hard, I'll help you make the bed." But also..."If you don't do anything at all today, you still survived. That alone is difficult, but you're doing it."

Every night he lays it on even thicker because he knows it gets harder at night. "I'm so proud of you for making it through another day." And... "I know it sucks right now but I promise I'll help you get through this." And... "Just take it one day at a time."

When you get homework from your therapist— to do 3 hard tasks over one week, make a list of every negative and positive thought to see them out loud and deduce why you have them, physical exercise—he does it with you. No matter how foolish or seemingly simple it is.

Your therapist told you to do something you struggle with? Done. He'll stand behind you while you do the dishes and help you dry.

You need to get something from a store that's dozens of miles away? Road trip. He'll buy the snacks and take turns driving so you don't het stressed out burn out.

You're told to get some physical exercise? He'll be your partner for whatever kind you want to do. Jogging in the park, keeping a slower pace than usual for you, practicing on rings while you climb the stairmaster—he falls, because he's distracted by your ass. But that's besides the point.

When you start to show signs of feeling better, that therapy is working, he's elated. And after several months and things are better, much better, you tell him whenever you're feeling off. Whenever that nagging feeling comes back over you. You guys work through it then and there to keep it from getting bad again.

Though sometimes, when he's leaving for work, you'll pout and say you feel sad just to get him to stay. You both know it's not a depressed feeling. You just don't want him to leave and he'll indulge you. "Oh, well, if that's the case, I'll just have to stay in bed with you until you feel better."

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Jason: He's busy. Always. But that didn't mean he was oblivious. Yet, that's exactly how he felt when he realized you'd been abusing your medicine. He knew after the first few dates that you were on medication for chronic depression and he was more than understanding about it. Millions of people suffered from it, himself occasionally included.

But when he's laying in bed and catches you sneaking into the bathroom to take three more pills than you're supposed to, he's caught off guard. Then you slide down to the floor, sitting crisscrossed, making small cuts on your thighs, wincing in pain the entire time. It takes every ounce of self control not to jump out of bed and rip the blade from your hand. He contemplates it, he really does. But that would just make things worse. So he waits.

It keeps him up all night, though he pretends to sleep. And in the morning, you're back out of bed, taking more and sliding back in bed, pretending to wake up just like him.

He blames himself entirely.

He thinks he should have been better, done more, noticed something that made it better. It was his job to support you and protect you and he had failed and that killed him in ways that seemed unimaginable.

After an incredibly difficult conversation where he confesses to knowing you've been filling scripts you don't need and taking more than necessary, you're both an emotional mess. But he assures you he's not leaving or angry, just scared for you. He wants to help but needs you to let him.

He absolutely dedicates himself to keeping you away from anything even remotely dangerous.

The knives in the kitchen? Gone.

Even the butter knives are plastic now.

The razors in the bathroom? Thrown out in a trashcan outside so you couldn't find them.

Even the little blade in the pencil sharpener is taken out.

He won't let you have your pill bottles either, at least not at first. He makes sure you take them everyday, morning and night, then after several weeks starts to let you handle them by yourself.

He still sneaks out of bed to count them and make sure you weren't taking more than prescribed. He insists on being the one to wrap your arms, cleaning them to make sure they don't get infected. And wiping your legs as well. He has to remind himself not to squeeze them too hard, the way he wants to.

While holding you at night he makes sure not to hurt them, even though he wants to hold you much tighter to comfort himself as reassurance you're alright. He listens, late at night when you're whispering to avoid crying. When you explain the feeling it gave you. He knows it.

Once they heal and he can hold you tighter, not as afraid of hurting you by squeezing your thighs the way he likes to. He starts kissing them each night, making sure you know they're not embarrassing or shameful.

He's got scars on most of his body; you were the one to teach them to appreciate them. If he could return the favor, he would. A thousand times over.

He tells you the same things you told him. "You made it through."

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Tim: When you tell Tim, and by tell I mean confess after he figured it out on his own, you're surprised to find that he doesn't have much of a reaction immediately. He stays quiet, hums a little, nods along. He never interrupts but you see his eyes glazing over a bit, the way they do when the gears start turning in his head. He knew, of course, that you had depression.

He knew you hurt yourself, not in the traditional way of cutting or attempting suicide, but in much subtler ways, like forcing yourself to finish a meal even though you're full and your stomach hurts, taking boiling hot showers that leave your skin red and raw practically painful to even touch from how dry it is, making yourself stay up late and function on the fewest hours of sleep possible.

You purposely made life harder for yourself and for the most part, didn't even realize it. He did, though. What he didn't realize was the amount of medicine you'd tried, to the point you felt none of them worked, the amount of therapists and psychiatrists you had seen, the level of depression you had truly sunk to before. It hurt him to realize once you started opening up. He wanted to make that pain go away. So, he researched. Constantly.

He wants to know every single thing that can cause depression, the statistics of self harm leading to suicide, the effectiveness of different treatments or facilities. He knows every antidepressant, their side effects, their manufacturers, and dosages. He suggests inpatient care for you, but absolutely refuses to send you to someplace like Arkham.

Instead, he finds the best of the best, way out of the city, where the entire staff passed his background check, the facility was up to date on every code possible, and the rules seemed relaxed enough to let you feel like yourself while also making sure you're safe. He's allowed to visit and does so as soon as possible, even manages to get extra hours in the night. You have the best of care there, too, he knows because he can see it on your face every time he's there.

The food is wonderful, the private room you have is nice (even if you miss his warmth at night), the activities they make you do remind you of the hobbies you used to love before they became unbearable. Even therapy sessions, always private because Tim knew you wouldn't want to speak about it in a group, are rather helpful.

When you get out after a few weeks, he's right there, waiting, like always. And he's got the biggest smile because he can see immediately the light back in your eyes that he missed so much. He keeps up with some of the tactics you learned or hobbies you started while there, gladly sitting on the floor with you while you do paper mache.

He always makes sure you know you're not weak for needing help and if you ever feel like you need to go back, even just for a week, or weekend, he'll be there for you. Just like always.

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(Aged up. I imagine you both in LOA)

Damian: It didn't take a genius to know you were a miserable person. Most people in the league of assassins were. He rather liked your level of misery, usually. It was cynical, with a touch of wit and dark humor that always made him feel seen.

It wasn't until he caught sight of a few scars on your calf that he didn't recognize that he started to realize you were more miserable than he had originally thought. You tried to play it off, claiming you got hurt in a sparring match. But that was a lot and he knew it. Because A) you never lost. And B) the cut was at an angle a sword wouldn't be able to reach unless you were the one holding it.

You clearly didn't want to talk about it, so he wouldn't make you. He was always taught that emotions were weak and even though he didn't fully believe it as he used to, he still isn't big on a lot of sentimentality. Which is fine, because you aren't either.

He still keeps a quiet, very close eye on you. Maybe you noticed, maybe you didn't. He wasn't sure. He didn't care either way. He was worried and with your recent behavior, he felt he had every right to be. You started putting in less effort during training, if you even showed up at all. He'd find you on the balcony at night, leaning your head against the railing and staring at the gardens with a blank expression.

Even the things he knew you loved— your favorite foods, the music you liked to listen to on a record player while you got ready for bed. It stopped appealing to you. The meticulous way you'd fix your hair before bed every single night abruptly stopped, too. You simply fell asleep with it as is and woke up with it tangled. You still held him at night, but it felt less like an embrace for the both of you and more like you were clinging to him like a life line.

He pays extra close attention and anytime he isn't allowed to be by your side, he makes sure someone else is. It's hard to keep you away from sharp objects, given nearly everything around them was a weapon, but he tries to get you to vent your rage by cutting training dummies and not yourself.

He also takes you to the quieter, more secluded wing, into an empty room with pillows on the floor. He makes you sit with him and meditate, which he knows is hard at first, boring and you don't have the most energy, but he holds your hand, his fingers pressed to your pulse to make sure you're listening when he tells you to take a deep breath in and think— not of what you're grateful for, like some might suggest. No. Instead of asking you what you want to live for, he asks you what you can't die without. The grudges you're holding, the projects you haven't finished, the people who are just waiting to see you fail. He won't let you let them win.

And it works. That passion and drive slowly comes back with his help and support at your side, doing your hair for you at night and making sure someone brought you a meal three times a day even if he wasn't around to make sure you ate. Your need to be the best and spite anyone who thinks you aren't returns after a while.

One night he finds you training alone, sweat dripping from your brow, your scars both won in battle and self inflicted on display. Instead of interrupting, he simply watches, admiring your form which had improved since you started picking up your sword more often. He loved watching you find your spirit again.

[kateschi]

the line we crossed

synopsis: a charged night with your bodyguard leads to emotions bubbling to the surface.

pairing: bodyguard!bakugou katsuki x f!reader

the soft glow of the hotel room’s lights reflects off the polished surfaces, casting gentle shadows that make the entire place feel like a private sanctuary.

despite the quiet elegance of the setting, tension hangs thick in the air between you and bakugou.

it’s been a long night—one that’s taken an unexpected turn—and now you’re both standing in the middle of the room, the aftermath of it all settling in.

“you don’t have to be so rough, y’know,” you say, your voice wavering slightly as you pull your wrist free from his grip.

bakugou’s hand is firm around your arm, pulling you through the hallways, his frustration evident in the way he practically drags you after him.

“shut up!” bakugou snaps, his usual intensity dialed up even higher tonight.

“I told you multiple times not to go anywhere without me! and guess what? you go and almost get yourself damn kidnapped!” his voice echoes, cutting through the tension like a knife.

you feel a tight knot of frustration rise in your chest.

“why do you care so much anyway?” you shoot back, folding your arms over your chest, not entirely sure why his anger is making you feel so unsettled.

he isn’t usually this worked up, especially not about your safety—it’s his job, after all.

but there’s something about the way he’s handled the situation tonight, something that feels more personal than professional, and you can't ignore it.

“care?” his voice is thick with irritation. “are you dumb? this is my job!”

you shake your head, the sting of his words settling like a weight in your chest. “that’s not what I mean!” you fire back, your emotions rising.

bakugou is unflinching, his hands resting on his hips as if he’s expecting an explanation. and you, well, you can’t hold it back anymore.

the words spill out in a rush before you can stop yourself.

“a normal bodyguard doesn’t make sure the room is warm enough to my liking. a normal bodyguard doesn’t make sure my food is exactly how i want it every time.

a normal bodyguard doesn’t send flowers to my dressing room without me ever asking for them, and they sure as hell don’t learn every little thing about me—like my favorite songs or how I like my tea!

you’ve been doing all of that, and I don’t know why!” the words hang in the air, raw and unfiltered.

bakugou is silent for a moment, his intense gaze never leaving you.

his brow furrows slightly, and he visibly shifts his stance, almost as if what you’ve said has caught him off guard.

he glances away for a split second, then clicks his tongue, the sound cutting through the quiet room.

“that doesn’t change the fact that you’re at fault,” he mutters under his breath.

the frustration building inside you crests like a wave, and you find yourself unable to keep the tears back anymore.

your chest tightens, and you step back, not sure whether to cry or scream.

“I’m not talking about that anymore, katsuki,” you say, your voice low and shaky.

the sound of his first name leaves your lips before you can even register it, and the room falls into an unexpected stillness.

the shift is almost palpable. bakugou’s gaze snaps to yours, his entire demeanor changing in an instant.

there’s something raw in his eyes, something that hasn’t been there before, and you realize that you’ve done something—something that’s clearly unsettled him.

he opens his mouth to say something, but the words die in his throat. you can see the conflict behind his eyes, the struggle between keeping up his tough exterior and admitting something deeper.

you feel the heat rising in your cheeks, but you refuse to back down now.

“do you like me?” you ask, slowly.

your pulse quickens as soon as they leave your mouth, but you don’t look away from him. you don’t have time to second-guess.

bakugou’s face flushes a deep shade of red, and for a second, he doesn’t speak, as if the question has caught him entirely off guard.

his eyes narrow, and he opens his mouth again, but his usual sharp retort doesn’t come. instead, he grunts, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“…does that matter?” he grumbles, looking away to avoid your gaze. “I’m gonna do my job perfectly anyway,” he says, his voice rough. “not weak enough to let feelings get in my way.”

you stare at him for a long moment, the truth of what he’s saying sitting between you both. he isn’t the type to mix personal feelings with his job, but you can see it now. you can see the cracks in his armor.

“I’m not worried about that,” you say, your voice quiet but with an underlying certainty.

and before you can stop yourself, you’re moving.

your hand reaches out, your fingertips brushing against his chest as you close the space between you.

you don’t know what comes over you in that moment, but the weight of everything you’ve just said—the tension, the fear, the desire to understand him—pushes you forward.

the kiss is tentative at first, as if neither of you truly knows how to navigate this moment.

but then, like a dam breaking, the kiss deepens, and you can feel the heat from bakugou’s body pressing into you, his hands roughly grabbing onto your shoulders and pulling you even closer.

his lips are demanding, heated, and there’s something undeniably possessive in the way he kisses you, as if he had all of this pent up inside.

he pulls away suddenly, his eyes blazing with something unrestrained.

“I tried holding back,” bakugou says lowly, his voice raw and his breath ragged. his chest is heaving against yours, and his hands tremble slightly as they grip your waist.

before you can react, he pushes you back against the wall, the force of it stealing your breath away.

your heart races, your body caught between fear and desire as his face looms close to yours. his eyes lock with your own, burning and intense.

“you’ve got no one to blame for this but yourself,” he mutters.

kofi — navigation — masterlist

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[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

I am not EVERY autistic person so this probably won't be a total coverage approach, but here's what I have learned:

People like to feel that you pay attention to and remember little but important things about them. And when someone is "small-talking" with you, it is often because they either want to offer you some of that info about themselves, or they want to pearn it about you so they can "return the effort". I think of it a bit like call and response with my cats! They don't understand me, and I don't understand them, but when I walk into the kitchen each morning, Lup runs towards me excitedly making her tiny little squeaks and trills. That's kitty small-talk! Many words of all varieties just say "I love you! I missed you! I'm happy to be here with you today!"

So I answer her! Sometimes I mimic her little sounds, and other times I pretend we're gossiping like church ladies (*gasp* NO, you're KIDDING, he said THAT?? What a scandal!") But whichever I do Lup gets excited and continues her little "conversation" with me.

People are harder. I had to really take time and practice different ways of responding before I found appropriate "call and response" for small talk, but I found that there are genuinely more options than you'd think. And the same thing happened! As I learned how to "call and respond" to small talk, I found that people would excitedly approach me to have it, and gradually we got to know each other enough that the "calls" coming from both sides got less general, more tailored to our personal preferences and interests, and I didn't have to small talk as much (but when I did it wasn't as scary either)

This isn't just my personal theory either! A fair amount of research in interpersonal/social in-group dynamics suggests that "bids for attention" like small talk function in this way of call-and-response intimacy/connection building. I have found that a LOT of social etiquette gets less scary to navigate when I at least understand the function of it. It also gave me some understsnding of why people might be hurt when I visibly don't WANT to "respond" to a "call" they've made: I'm the same way about my "calls" I just use different ones! The way I feel when I ask someone "would you want to hang out with me in the kitchen while I make lunch?" (Sad, a little anxious or vulnerable, maybe hurt if they've said no to a LOT of recent calls, etc) is the same way others feel when I decline theirs! That doesn't change if it was MISSED rather than DECLINED, but it can be repaired! Ao another thing I've taken to doing is naming for people the calls I have learned I'm most likely to miss. I know I have a hard time understanding/recognizing small talk as a call to attention, so I let people know that! And generally the people I connect best with are the ones who notice I missed a call and offer me an explicit/direct opportunity to reject it before internalizing what I've done as a rejection. This isn't really an option for everyone! And while I'm always delighted when someone is compatible with me in that way, I don't get upset if they're not, and work to not take it personally as something I'm doing wrong either.

Anyway, this got rambly at the end there, but the point is, most social interactions have a FUNCTION and while being autistic frequently means that we struggle to learn and interact in these systems as they currently exist, but that doesn't necessarily mean that we don't also depend on those functions. I think it can be easy to forget that part of the "disabling" effects of social/communication symptoms in autism is how it cuts us off from systems of support, care, and human interconectedness (things we still NEED) and it can matter to our quality of life to be able to find compatible alternatives to fulfilling those functions even if the original mechanism (small talk in this case) doesn't suit us.

Being bad at small talk doesn't mean you don't need friends, but it will probably make it very hard to MAKE friends. And we each and all deserve to decide for ourselves what to do about that.

I'm trying to figure out a good way to say "you really should actually learn the basics of small talk" with sounding like I'm biased against autistic people.

[elryuse]

Pt. 6 Temptation

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Y/n's Pov

Next Morning

The walk to campus felt unusually lively. Surrounded by Yuna, Ryujin, Yeji, Chaeryeong, and Lia, you couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of comfort and unease. The streets buzzed with morning energy, yet the stares you received from passing students burned like daggers. You could hear the whispers—rumors and mockery circulating like wildfire.

"Is that him again? The guy with Itzy now?"

"First Aespa, now this? What's his deal?"

"Does he think he's some kind of celebrity?"

The voices echoed in your ears, and you instinctively lowered your gaze, wishing you could disappear. But before you could take another step, you felt a hand slip into yours.

"Don’t pay attention to them," Yuna said with a warm smile, her fingers interlocking with yours.

You turned to her, shocked. "Y-Yuna, what are you doing?"

"Walking with you, obviously," she teased, leaning closer to you. Her giggle was infectious, but it only served to make your face burn brighter.

Ryujin chuckled from your other side, then linked her arm with yours as well. "What? You think we’re gonna let them get to you? Nah, not on our watch."

"Guys, this really isn’t necessary," you mumbled, your voice wavering as your embarrassment grew.

"Shut up and enjoy it," Ryujin said, smirking. "You're practically a part of the group now."

Yuna nodded enthusiastically, tugging on your arm. "Yeah, we protect our own."

Despite their confidence, the attention only grew. Students around you whispered louder, their eyes wide with disbelief. The sight of two members of Itzy clinging to you like this was enough to send the rumor mill into overdrive.

What you didn’t notice was the pair of eyes watching from a distance. Giselle, leaning casually against a tree, froze as she saw the scene unfold. Her jaw tightened as she pulled out her phone, her fingers flying across the screen.

Worries

Back at the Aespa apartment, Giselle burst through the door, startling Karina, Winter, and Ningning.

"You’re not gonna believe this," she said, shoving her phone in Karina’s direction.

Karina frowned, taking the phone and staring at the screen. Her heart sank when she saw the photo Giselle had taken. You, walking with Yuna and Ryujin, their hands linked with yours, their expressions carefree and happy.

"Is this... today?" Karina asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"Just now," Giselle confirmed. "I saw it with my own eyes."

Winter leaned over to look at the photo, her eyes narrowing. "What the hell is he doing with them?"

"Exactly what it looks like," Giselle said bitterly. "He’s with Itzy now."

Karina’s grip on the phone tightened. Her mind raced, memories of your shared moments flashing before her eyes. The way you used to cook for them, laugh with them, how you always made them feel special. But now...

"Do you think..." Ningning started cautiously, "he’s moved on?"

Karina didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Instead, she handed the phone back to Giselle and stood up, pacing the room.

"This isn’t right," Winter said firmly. "We need to talk to him."

"Talk to him?" Karina snapped, her frustration boiling over. "We told him to stay away, remember? For his own good. And now look at him! He’s... he’s happy without us."

The room fell silent. The weight of her words hung heavily in the air.

"You think he’s really happy?" Ningning asked softly.

Karina didn’t respond. She didn’t know the answer. But the ache in her chest told her that whatever was happening, it wasn’t something she could ignore any longer.

Classroom

You entered the classroom, letting out a soft sigh of relief as the noise from the hallway faded. Turning to Ryujin and Yuna, you gave them a small bow. "Thanks for walking with me."

The duo giggled in unison.

"Anytime," Yuna said cheerfully, stepping closer to fix your slightly crooked necktie. "You’re so hopeless sometimes."

Ryujin smirked, brushing invisible dust off your shoulder. "Gotta make sure you look sharp, our guy."

You couldn’t help but chuckle at their antics. "Alright, alright, I get it. Thanks."

As they waved and headed off down the hall, you found yourself smiling faintly. For a moment, just a moment, it felt like things might actually be okay. Maybe the whispers and rumors wouldn’t matter as much as you feared.

Taking your seat in the classroom, you noticed the desk beside yours was still empty. It was unusual—someone usually occupied it. The bell rang, signaling the start of class, and students began filing in. You glanced around, only half-paying attention, until she walked in.

Karina.

Your heart skipped a beat as she scanned the room, her expression unreadable. For a moment, she stood frozen at the doorway, her eyes locking onto yours. Then, slowly, she made her way toward the empty desk beside you.

Without a word, she pulled out the chair and sat down.

The air felt heavy, charged with unspoken tension. Neither of you said anything. You glanced at her from the corner of your eye, unsure of what to say. She looked the same as always—stunning, poised—but there was something different in her demeanor. Her fingers fidgeted slightly with the edge of her notebook, a sign of nerves she rarely displayed.

Minutes passed in silence. The professor began the lecture, but the awkwardness between you and Karina remained palpable. You wanted to say something, anything, to break the ice. But every time you opened your mouth, the words caught in your throat.

Finally, Karina leaned over slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you… doing okay?"

The question caught you off guard. You turned to her, surprised. Her eyes met yours, and for a moment, the cold distance she’d been keeping melted away. There was concern in her gaze, genuine and raw.

"I’m… fine," you replied hesitantly. "What about you?"

Karina hesitated, then nodded, though her expression told a different story. "I’m fine too."

Another silence settled between you, but this time, it didn’t feel as heavy. Something unspoken lingered in the air—a connection neither of you could fully articulate.

As the lecture droned on, you couldn’t help but steal glances at her, wondering what was going through her mind. Perhaps she was doing the same.

Lunchbreak

The lunch bell rang, and you quickly packed your things, determined to find a quiet spot to eat alone. After the morning's awkward interaction with Karina, you needed time to clear your head. Wandering through the bustling cafeteria, you scanned for a corner table away from the noise and stares.

Just as you thought you had found the perfect spot, a familiar voice called out.

"Y/n! There you are!"

You barely had time to react before Yuna appeared, her radiant smile beaming as she grabbed your arm. "Nope, not today. You’re eating with us."

"I was just—"

"No excuses!" she said cheerfully, tugging you along before you could protest further.

As she led you to the table, you saw the rest of her group—Ryujin, Lia, Yeji, and Chaeryeong—already seated, chatting and laughing. They lit up when they saw you approaching.

"There he is!" Ryujin teased. "We thought you were gonna ditch us."

Lia patted the empty seat beside her. "Come on, sit down. We saved you a spot."

Reluctantly, you sat down, feeling a bit out of place at first. But as the girls began pulling out their lunches and offering you snacks, the atmosphere shifted.

"So, what’s on the menu today?" Yeji asked, glancing at your tray.

"Just the usual cafeteria stuff," you replied, shrugging.

"Here, try this instead," Chaeryeong said, sliding a box of homemade kimbap toward you.

"Wow, thanks," you said, taking a piece. The flavor was rich and comforting.

As the meal went on, the girls kept the conversation lively, sharing stories about their classes, hobbies, and random memories that had them laughing uncontrollably. Yuna, as usual, was at the center of it all, her energy infectious as she nudged you to join in.

"You’ve been so quiet," she said, leaning toward you with a playful pout. "Come on, tell us something about yourself!"

"Uh, I don’t know," you said awkwardly. "I don’t really have any interesting stories."

"That can’t be true," Ryujin said, smirking. "Everyone’s got something."

They kept urging you until you finally relented, sharing a small anecdote from your childhood. To your surprise, they listened intently, laughing at the funny parts and nodding along.

For the first time in a while, you felt… at ease. It wasn’t forced or awkward like so many other social interactions. These girls genuinely seemed to want you there, to include you, to hear what you had to say.

It felt strange—warm, even. Like you belonged.

As the lunch hour ticked by, you found yourself smiling more and more, the earlier tension from the day fading away. Maybe, just maybe, this was a place you could call home.

As the lunch hour came to an end, you began packing up your things, ready to head back to class. Just as you were about to leave, Yuna grabbed your arm with a mischievous grin.

"Hey, you’re coming over tonight," she declared, her tone making it sound more like a statement than a question.

"What? I didn’t say anything about—"

"Come on, it'll be fun!" Yuna said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "We’re planning a movie night, and it wouldn’t be the same without you."

"Yeah, you have to come," Ryujin chimed in, leaning on the table with a sly smile. "Who’s gonna make the popcorn if you’re not there?"

Lia added her two cents, clasping her hands together in an exaggerated pleading gesture. "Please, Y/n? It’ll be nice to unwind. You’ve been looking so stressed lately."

You opened your mouth to politely decline, but the combination of their hopeful gazes and Yuna’s persistence made it almost impossible to say no.

"I don’t know," you hesitated. "I really shouldn’t…"

Yuna tugged at your sleeve, her pout growing. "Please, Y/n? You can’t break my heart like this."

"Yeah, don’t make her cry," Ryujin said with mock seriousness, earning a laugh from the others.

You sighed, defeated. "Alright, fine. But just for the movie, okay?"

The group erupted into cheers, with Yuna clapping her hands triumphantly. "Yes! You won’t regret it."

As the school day wrapped up and you followed the girls back to their apartment, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of anticipation and nerves. Spending the night with them again? It felt surreal.

When you arrived, the girls immediately got to work preparing for the movie night. Yuna busied herself picking out movies, Ryujin set up blankets and pillows, and Lia started assembling snacks.

"You’re in for a treat," Yuna said, grinning as she held up a stack of her favorite DVDs. "We’ve got everything—romance, comedy, even a little horror if you’re up for it."

As you helped Lia in the kitchen, Ryujin leaned into the doorway with a teasing smirk. "You’re not backing out now, are you?"

"No, no," you said, shaking your head with a small laugh. "I’m here, aren’t I?"

"Good," she said, winking. "This is going to be fun."

With the apartment buzzing with energy and laughter, you couldn’t help but feel that same warmth from earlier. Maybe this was what you needed—to let go, even if just for a little while, and enjoy the moment.

As the movie preparations were underway, Chaeryeong walked into the living room with a casual air, but her words hit you like a thunderbolt.

"Hey, just a heads-up, we’re gonna have some guests tonight," she said, plopping onto the couch.

You raised an eyebrow, confused. "Guests? Who’s coming?"

Yuna, who was fluffing a pillow nearby, froze for a second before exchanging a quick glance with Ryujin. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she casually dropped the bombshell.

"It’s Wonyoung and her friends," Yuna said, her tone light but her eyes sharp as they darted toward you.

Your heart sank. Wonyoung? Here? Tonight?

You felt the color drain from your face as you processed her words. The last thing you needed was Wonyoung, of all people, showing up here. Especially considering the complicated history between you two.

"You okay there, Y/n?" Ryujin teased, noticing your stiffened posture. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost."

You tried to play it off, clearing your throat. "I’m fine. Just… surprised, that’s all. Wonyoung, huh?"

"Yeah," Yuna chimed in, tilting her head with a playful smirk. "Why? Is that a problem?"

You hesitated, trying to keep your composure. "No, not at all. Just… unexpected."

Chaeryeong laughed lightly. "Relax. It’s not like she’s gonna bite or anything. They’re just joining for the movie night."

But you knew better. Wonyoung’s presence always came with complications, especially now, given the messy web of emotions and rumors swirling around.

Lia, sensing the tension, smiled reassuringly. "It’ll be fine. Wonyoung and her friends are fun. Besides, the more, the merrier, right?"

You nodded weakly, though your mind raced with questions. Why was Wonyoung coming here? What did she want? And more importantly, how were you supposed to survive the night without things getting awkward—or worse, chaotic?

As the evening progressed, you found yourself anxiously glancing at the clock, dreading the inevitable arrival of Wonyoung and her entourage. You could only hope that the night wouldn’t spiral into a complete disaster.

IVE In The House

The doorbell rang, and the sound immediately brought a sense of tension to the air. Yuna and Yeji rushed toward the door, excitedly swinging it open to reveal Wonyoung and her group: Yujin, Gaeul, Rei, and Leeseo.

"Finally! You guys made it," Yuna chirped, pulling Wonyoung into a friendly hug while Yeji welcomed the others.

"Traffic was insane," Wonyoung said with a small laugh, adjusting her jacket as she stepped inside. Her gaze flickered over the room until it landed on you.

You mustered the courage to wave at her, adding a polite smile. "Hey, Wonyoung. Good to see you."

Her eyes softened briefly, and she returned the gesture, her smile almost sincere. "Hey, Y/n."

But Yujin wasn’t as cordial. Her sharp eyes swept over you with clear disdain, her lips curling into a faint sneer. You felt her judgment like a heavy weight, and despite your effort to stay calm, your confidence faltered. Your gaze dropped to the floor as an uncomfortable silence stretched between you.

Yuna, ever the energetic host, noticed the tension and quickly intervened. "Alright, let’s get everyone settled! Drinks are in the fridge, snacks are on the table, and we’ve got a great lineup for the movie marathon!"

The girls began to mingle, and Wonyoung moved toward the couch, sitting gracefully beside Yuna. She glanced at you again, her expression unreadable. Meanwhile, Yujin walked past you with an audible scoff, muttering something under her breath that you couldn’t quite catch but knew wasn’t flattering.

Chaeryeong approached you, nudging your shoulder gently. "Hey, don’t let it get to you. Just have fun tonight, okay?"

You nodded, forcing a weak smile. "Yeah, I’ll try."

As the night progressed, you tried to blend into the background, but it was impossible to shake the feeling of being watched. Wonyoung seemed to keep a subtle eye on you, and Yujin’s cold demeanor only made the situation more awkward. Despite this, Yuna stayed close to you, her warmth and energy keeping you grounded.

Even though the apartment buzzed with laughter and conversation, the undercurrent of tension lingered. You couldn’t help but wonder if this was just the beginning of something far more complicated.

The kitchen was a hub of activity as you carefully popped the last batch of popcorn and arranged the freshly made nachos on a large platter. Lia was beside you, helping to organize everything with a casual ease.

"Thanks for the help, Lia," you said, offering her a small smile as you wiped your hands on a towel.

"No problem," she replied, grinning. "You’re seriously a lifesaver for doing this. They’ll love it."

As you worked, you heard the soft sound of footsteps approaching. Turning slightly, you saw Wonyoung standing in the doorway, her arms crossed as she leaned against the frame with a curious smile on her face.

"What’s cooking?" she asked, her voice light with curiosity.

"Popcorn and nachos," you replied, holding up the tray. "Figured it’d go well with the movie marathon."

Wonyoung giggled softly, stepping closer. "I have to say, it’s refreshing seeing a guy doing all this. Usually, it’s the girls fussing over snacks. You’re really something, Y/n."

Her words caught you off guard, and for a moment, you felt yourself blush. "I just like to help out," you said modestly, trying to shrug it off.

Before Wonyoung could respond, another voice joined the conversation. "What’s taking so long in here?"

You turned to see Yujin sauntering in, her sharp gaze locking onto the tray of nachos. Without waiting for an invitation, she grabbed a chip, dipped it into the melted cheese, and popped it into her mouth.

"Hmm, not bad," she said, smirking as she reached for another. "Didn’t think you had it in you, chef."

"Thanks, I guess," you replied, unsure whether her tone was teasing or mocking.

Wonyoung chuckled at the interaction, shaking her head. "Don’t mind her. She’s just hungry."

Yujin gave a playful shrug, but her smirk lingered. "What can I say? Good food is hard to resist."

As they bantered, Lia nudged you gently, whispering, "Looks like you’ve got their attention."

You glanced between Wonyoung and Yujin, feeling the weight of their presence. It was a strange mix of tension and camaraderie, but you couldn’t deny the small flicker of pride at their approval of your cooking.

"Alright," you said, lifting the tray. "Let’s get these snacks to the others before the movie starts."

As you walked back into the living room, Wonyoung followed closely behind, her gaze lingering on you with a thoughtful expression. Meanwhile, Yujin trailed a few steps back, her smirk never fading. You couldn’t shake the feeling that the night was far from over—and that these small moments were setting the stage for something much bigger.

Horror Movie?

The living room was packed with the sounds of crunching popcorn, muffled gasps, and the eerie soundtrack of the horror movie playing on the screen. You found yourself in quite possibly the most awkward yet oddly comforting position of your life—sandwiched between Yuna and Ryujin, with Wonyoung nestled on the floor near your legs.

The movie was ramping up, with tension building as the characters on-screen crept through a dark, abandoned house. The occasional scream from the movie made Chaeryeong and Leeseo jump, both hiding their faces under their blankets.

Yuna nudged your arm, grinning. "You don’t seem scared. Are you secretly immune to horror movies?"

"I wouldn’t say immune," you replied, chuckling softly. "I’ve just seen a lot of them."

Ryujin leaned closer, her voice low. "I bet he’s just trying to act tough for us," she teased, giving your arm a light pinch.

"I’m not acting," you shot back, but your grin gave you away.

Meanwhile, Wonyoung sat on the floor by your legs, clutching a blanket as she peeked out occasionally at the screen. Every jump scare made her flinch, and more than once, she buried her face completely, muttering, "Why did I agree to this?"

You couldn’t help but smile at her reaction, finding it oddly endearing. Noticing your gaze, Wonyoung glanced up, her cheeks slightly flushed. "What?" she asked, feigning irritation.

"Nothing," you said quickly, shaking your head. "It’s just... cute."

Her eyes widened slightly before she looked away, hiding her face again, this time out of embarrassment rather than fear.

The movie continued, and as it grew darker and more suspenseful, the girls’ reactions became more animated. Yuna grabbed onto your arm tightly during a particularly tense scene, while Ryujin leaned in closer, trying to act unbothered but clearly on edge.

When a loud scream echoed from the TV, Chaeryeong shrieked, pulling Leeseo closer, while Lia and Yeji laughed nervously. Wonyoung let out a small yelp and instinctively gripped your knee for support before quickly pulling her hand back, her face burning with embarrassment.

"Are you okay?" you asked, leaning down slightly.

"I-I’m fine," she stammered, avoiding your eyes.

By the time the movie ended, the room was filled with nervous laughter and sighs of relief. Chaeryeong declared that she was never watching another horror movie again, while Ryujin insisted it wasn’t that scary, despite how tightly she’d clung to you.

"Alright, next time," Yuna announced, "we’re watching something fun. No more nightmares for Chaeryeong."

As everyone began to unwind and talk about the movie, you couldn’t help but feel oddly at home. Despite the chaos, despite the unusual dynamics, this moment felt warm. Comfortable. Like maybe, just maybe, you belonged here.

The warm water cascaded down your back as you tried to relax, letting the events of the evening play over in your head. Staying the night again wasn’t part of your plan, but Yuna’s pleading eyes—and the chorus of agreement from the others—had made it impossible to say no. Still, you couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed.

As you lathered soap into your hair, you suddenly heard a faint noise outside the bathroom door. It sounded like a creak, followed by a hushed whisper. Instinctively, you called out, "Hello? Who’s there?"

Silence.

You frowned but shook your head, dismissing it as nothing more than your imagination or the girls playing a prank. "Focus," you muttered to yourself, finishing up quickly.

When you stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around yourself, the faint noise returned. This time it was clearer—soft footsteps retreating down the hall. You sighed, shaking your head again. Probably Yuna or Ryujin messing around, you thought, smirking slightly.

You dried off, changed into some comfortable clothes, and exited the bathroom, only to be met with the sight of Wonyoung standing at the end of the hallway. She seemed startled to see you and quickly turned away, her long hair swishing as she disappeared back into the living room.

Weird, you thought but decided not to dwell on it.

When you returned to the main area, the energy in the apartment was as lively as ever. The girls were scattered across the room—Yuna was talking animatedly with Yeji, Chaeryeong was busy arranging blankets, and Ryujin was scrolling through her phone, looking utterly relaxed. Meanwhile, IVE’s Yujin was helping Lia stack some pillows, while Wonyoung sat quietly on the couch, her expression unreadable.

"There you are!" Yuna called out, spotting you. "We thought you drowned in there or something!"

"Very funny," you replied, rolling your eyes as you walked over.

"Well, now that you’re out, it’s official," Yuna declared. "Tonight’s going to be one to remember. And don’t even think about trying to leave early."

The other girls laughed, and you couldn’t help but chuckle along, despite the slight unease lingering in the back of your mind. Something felt... off. But as you settled back into the group dynamic, that warmth you’d felt earlier began to creep back in.

For now, you decided to let it go. Whatever the noise had been—or whoever it had been—it wasn’t worth ruining the night over. Tomorrow was another day, and judging by the sheer number of girls sleeping over, you were going to have your hands full in more ways than one.

The clock on the wall ticked past 3 a.m., and you finally managed to corral the girls into settling down for the night. After hours of laughter, conversations, and chaos, the apartment was now quiet except for the soft sound of their breathing. Blankets were scattered everywhere, and the air was filled with a comfortable warmth from everyone being so close.

You stretched and let out a tired sigh, glancing around to make sure everyone was accounted for. They were all asleep—except for one. Yujin.

Sitting by the window, her figure was illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight. She looked peaceful but alert, her gaze wandering outside. You walked over, careful not to disturb the others, and quietly asked, "You’re not tired?"

Yujin turned to you with a faint smile. "A little, but... I wanted to say thanks. Tonight was fun."

Her tone was sincere, catching you slightly off guard. This was a stark contrast to how she’d acted before.

"It’s no problem," you said, smiling back.

There was a pause before she added, "And... I’m sorry. For being so harsh before. I judged you too quickly."

You blinked, surprised by her admission. "It’s alright. I get it, honestly. It’s not easy trusting someone you barely know."

Yujin nodded, her eyes softening. "Still, I shouldn’t have been so mean. You’re... different. In a good way."

The sudden shift in her tone made your heart skip a beat. You chuckled nervously, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, you should get some sleep. We all have class tomorrow, and it’s already late."

Yujin smirked, leaning back against the wall. "Yeah, about that... There’s no room left out here. Looks like I’ll have to crash somewhere else."

"That’s not a problem," you said quickly. "You can use the guest room. It’s quiet, and you’ll have plenty of space."

To your surprise, Yujin shook her head. "Nah, I’m fine sleeping here. Or better yet," she teased, "how about I sleep with you?"

Your brain stuttered for a moment, unsure how to process her words. "Uh, I don’t think that’s a good idea. You know, appearances and all."

Her smirk widened as she leaned a little closer. "What, are you scared? I promise I don’t bite."

"Yujin..." you started, but her teasing gaze silenced you.

In the end, you relented, too tired to argue anymore. You led her to your spot in the living room, making space for her.

"Fine, but no funny business," you muttered, earning a soft laugh from her.

As the two of you lay down, Yujin shifted closer, wrapping an arm around you. "Relax. You’re so stiff," she whispered, her voice carrying a hint of amusement.

You lay there, wide awake, staring at the ceiling as she snuggled against you. Her warmth was undeniable, and the rhythmic sound of her breathing made it even harder to focus.

Yujin, on the other hand, seemed to drift off almost instantly, her grip on you loosening as she settled into a peaceful sleep. You couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, knowing it was going to be a long, sleepless night.

Breakfast Anyone?

The soft chirping of birds outside was the first thing that broke the peaceful silence of the morning. You stirred awake, stretching your arms as you yawned, feeling the weight of a sleepless night. The events of yesterday, and the overwhelming presence of everyone in the apartment, made it difficult to rest, but you did your best to ignore it.

Rubbing your eyes, you slowly got out of bed, careful not to disturb Yujin, who was still peacefully nestled next to you, her arm draped across you. You smiled softly at the sight of her, before slowly slipping out of bed and heading to the kitchen. The quiet hum of the apartment was a welcome change to the chaos from last night.

Opening the fridge, you pulled out some bacon, eggs, and hash browns, and set to work. You decided to make something simple yet hearty—a classic breakfast with pancakes to top it off. The sizzling sound of bacon hitting the pan mixed with the delicious aroma of butter and eggs soon filled the room. The smell was mouth-watering, and you couldn’t help but smile at the simple pleasure of cooking for everyone.

It wasn’t long before the first person woke up. Lia, who seemed to have the most natural rhythm in the mornings, shuffled into the kitchen. Seeing you busy with the breakfast, she chuckled lightly. "I should’ve known you’d be up early cooking for everyone," she said with a playful grin, grabbing some plates and utensils.

"Well, I wasn’t going to let anyone go hungry," you replied, appreciating her help.

Lia flashed you a smile as she helped prepare the plates and set the kitchen table. It wasn’t long before the sound of doors creaking open echoed through the apartment, signaling the others waking up. Yuna, Ryujin, and Wonyoung all made their way into the kitchen, rubbing their eyes and yawning. They immediately started helping, grabbing condiments, setting out glasses for juice, and arranging the food.

It was oddly satisfying to watch everyone working together. Despite the tension in the air from the night before, there was a certain warmth now, a comfort in the familiarity of this routine.

Soon, the table was set and everyone gathered around, with chairs pulled up to accommodate the entire group. As you served the food, everyone murmured their thanks, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. It wasn’t just about the meal itself—it was about the gesture. Cooking for everyone felt... nice.

Once everyone had their plates full, the chatter began. Conversations flowed freely, a mixture of gratitude for the food and discussions about the day ahead. You quietly ate along with the others, enjoying the moment of calm before the chaos of another day.

But as you looked around at the group of girls, there was a sense of something deeper, something unspoken. You were surrounded by people who were, in their own way, becoming a part of your world. Despite the awkwardness, despite the tension and confusion, you couldn’t help but feel... connected.

And for once, you let yourself relax, letting the warmth of the moment sink in. Maybe everything would be okay.

As the girls got ready for the day, the apartment filled with energy as everyone began to prepare for college. Each of them dressed up in their college uniforms, looking sharp and polished. But it was Wonyoung who caught your attention the most. The way her uniform fit her, paired with the soft glow of her skin and confident posture, made her look absolutely stunning. You couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat, despite trying your best to stay composed.

Yujin, noticing your lingering gaze, smirked playfully as she approached you. "So... Do I look good?" she asked teasingly, leaning in slightly, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

You felt your face flush slightly, and without thinking, you nodded. "Yeah... you do look good," you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

Yujin's smile widened, clearly satisfied with your answer. But before you could react further, the rest of the girls began to gather around, all asking the same question.

"Do I look good?" Ryujin asked, with a playful smirk.

"How about me?" Yeji chimed in, leaning in with an exaggerated pout.

Chaeryeong, Lia, and even Wonyoung joined in, all waiting for your response. You could feel your face getting warmer with each girl asking the same thing.

"Y-yeah, you all look great," you stammered, still flustered by the attention.

Ryujin laughed softly, shaking her head. "Such a playboy," she teased, raising an eyebrow as she watched your reactions with amusement.

The other girls joined in with laughter, making light of your discomfort. But despite being flustered, you couldn't help but smile at the playful energy they brought. It felt... nice, in a way. The tension from the past days seemed to be easing, and for a moment, everything felt normal again. You just hoped this moment of calm wouldn't be interrupted by anything else too complicated.

"Alright, alright," Lia said, grinning. "Let’s not keep him all flustered. We need to head out soon."

With that, the girls gathered their things, ready to head out to college. You, still feeling the lingering effects of their teasing, grabbed your own things and followed them out, unsure of what to expect for the rest of the day.

Unexpected Encounter

As you walked to college with ITZY and IVE, you couldn't help but notice the eyes on you. Everywhere you went, students stopped talking, watching as you walked confidently beside the girls. The whispers started almost immediately. The whole campus seemed to be shocked by the sight of you walking so closely with not just Aespa anymore, but now ITZY and IVE too. It was no secret that these groups were incredibly popular, but seeing you so integrated with them was something none of the students had expected.

"Thanks for the amazing night," you said as you walked with the girls, feeling the weight of the stares. You couldn’t ignore how it felt like everyone was talking about you. "I really needed it," you added with a small smile.

"Anytime," Yuna said with a grin, her hand gently resting on your arm. "But don’t get used to it. We like having you around."

You nodded, feeling slightly overwhelmed, but grateful for the warmth they gave you. As you walked towards your class, you excused yourself from the group and made your way to your seat.

But as you entered the classroom and sat down, you were caught off guard.

"Yujin?" you muttered under your breath. What was she doing here? The familiar face had no place in this particular class.

Yujin, ever the free spirit, scanned the room with her eyes until she spotted you. A mischievous grin appeared on her face as she made her way towards you. Without hesitation, she dragged an empty desk next to yours and placed it right beside you, settling into the chair with a satisfied look.

"Yujin, what are you doing here?" you asked, a bit confused. The last thing you expected was for her to show up to your class.

With a playful laugh, Yujin leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms behind her head. "I’m bored," she said casually. "And well, being the powerful daughter of one of the college's biggest stockholders has its perks. I get to pick and choose my schedule." She winked, clearly enjoying the look of confusion on your face.

Before you could respond, Yujin, without warning, placed her head on your shoulder, seemingly getting comfortable as she pulled out her phone to scroll through it. You couldn’t help but feel a little awkward, but you didn’t want to push her away either. It felt strange, having her so close, especially when you were trying to focus on class.

As you tried to settle in and prepare for the lecture, the door to the classroom opened. The students filed in, chattering amongst themselves. You weren’t paying attention at first, but then you heard the sharp intake of breath from someone entering.

You turned your head slightly, and your heart skipped a beat as you saw Karina standing by the door. She had just walked in and, like everyone else, seemed to freeze at the sight before her. Her eyes were fixed on you and Yujin.

Yujin, oblivious to the tension building in the room, casually looked up and waved at Karina, a playful glint in her eyes. "What’s up, Karina?" she said with a smirk.

Karina stood still for a moment, her expression unreadable. She glanced between you and Yujin, her gaze lingering longer on the two of you than usual. The tension in the air was thick. You could feel her staring at you, questioning the closeness between you and Yujin. But before anything else could be said, Karina quickly turned her head and made her way to her seat, still not breaking her gaze from you.

As she settled into her seat, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Karina seemed… hurt, maybe even confused. But it was hard to say for sure.

Yujin, noticing the brief moment of tension, giggled softly. "What’s the matter? Did I steal your girl’s attention?" she teased, nudging you with her elbow.

You chuckled nervously, not knowing what to say. "I… don’t know, Yujin."

"Well, don’t worry," she said with a wink. "I'm not trying to take anyone’s place, but… I’m definitely enjoying the ride."

With that, the class began, but the awkwardness lingered. The sight of Karina’s lingering gaze still haunted you, and you couldn't help but wonder what was going through her mind. Was she upset? Or just curious?

Yujin continued to rest her head on your shoulder, seeming completely comfortable in the space between you two, while Karina sat quietly, her eyes darting between you and Yujin every now and then. You couldn't help but feel the weight of the situation pressing on you. What had you gotten yourself into?

The class slowly began, and you tried to focus on the professor's lecture, but the sensation of Yujin's presence next to you was undeniable. She was getting more comfortable by the minute, her head still nestled on your shoulder, but now, she had moved her hand into yours. She lightly traced her fingers over yours, playfully twirling them as if this was some casual moment between two close friends.

You, still trying to concentrate on the lecture, couldn't help but sigh quietly. It was hard to ignore her touch, especially with how bold and forward she was being. Yujin’s teasing nature was something you had grown accustomed to, but you still weren’t sure how to handle the situation.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Karina. She was seated a few rows ahead of you, her expression stone cold. It was impossible to ignore the way she glared at you. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, and her eyes kept darting between you and Yujin, a quiet storm of emotions brewing behind her gaze. She looked angry, almost like she was holding back from confronting you.

You tried to ignore it, focusing on the lecture, but it was difficult when Karina was so clearly upset. She had her airpods in, isolating herself from the rest of the class, almost as if she was deliberately shutting out the world. You felt the tension building between the two of you, but there was nothing you could do. You weren’t sure what was happening, but you could feel the weight of Karina’s silence pressing down on you.

The professor, noticing the quiet tension, scanned the room. His eyes landed on Karina, who seemed oblivious to the surrounding noise, lost in her own thoughts with her music blaring through her airpods. The professor cleared his throat, his gaze sharpening as he asked, "Karina, could you answer this for us?"

For a moment, the room fell silent as Karina slowly took out her airpods and glanced at the professor. Without missing a beat, she answered the complex question with ease, her voice steady and confident. The class was taken aback by how flawlessly she handled the question.

The professor, clearly impressed, gave her a small nod of approval. "Very well, Karina. Please keep your focus for the rest of the class."

Karina merely nodded in response and placed her airpods back into her ears, retreating back into her silent world. She didn’t even acknowledge anyone else around her, making it clear that she was closing herself off again.

You felt a strange pang in your chest as you watched her. Something had shifted between you two, and now you were unsure of how to bridge the gap. The distance between you and Karina felt wider than it ever had before, and the tension between her and Yujin wasn’t helping.

Yujin, still leaning into you, seemed oblivious to the storm brewing just a few seats away. She kept her head comfortably resting on your shoulder and continued to play with your fingers, her actions lighthearted and playful.

Despite the strange mix of emotions and the unspoken tension with Karina, you found yourself unable to push Yujin away. Maybe you were just trying to keep things normal, but you couldn’t deny how comforting her presence felt—at least for the moment.

As the class continued, you realized that this tangled web of relationships was only becoming more complicated, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep everything in balance. Would you ever figure out how to manage the mess you were in, or was this just the beginning of something even more complex?

Hard Situation

As you sat down with the group, the usual warmth of their company filled the space. Yuna, Wonyoung, Ryujin, and the rest of the girls were all happily chatting, laughing, and sharing their plans for the rest of the day. You tried to join in, but your mind kept drifting back to Karina. The way she had been watching you from across the room, her gaze sharp and intense, felt like an invisible weight on your shoulders. It was as if she was studying you, waiting for something.

You couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Karina had always been a little hard to read, but today, she seemed different. Her eyes were filled with something that you couldn't quite place—was it jealousy? Anger? The tension between the two of you had been building, and you weren’t sure how to handle it. You hadn’t said anything, but the pressure of her stare was undeniable.

Just as you were about to look away, Karina suddenly stood up and left the cafeteria. Her departure only left you feeling more unsettled. You watched her walk away, unable to shake the feeling that something was about to happen.

Yuna, noticing your distracted gaze, turned to you with a concerned expression. "What's wrong?" she asked, her voice soft but with a hint of worry.

You hesitated for a moment, not sure how to explain what you were feeling. You didn’t want to add to the already complex dynamic between you and Karina, especially with how things had been lately. So, you just shrugged it off. "Nothing. I'm fine," you replied, forcing a smile to cover up the unease swirling inside you.

Yuna seemed to accept your answer, though you could tell she wasn't entirely convinced. She and the others returned to their conversation, talking about where to hang out after class or what activities they should do together. You tried to listen, tried to focus on the fun ideas they were throwing around, but your mind kept drifting back to Karina.

The way she had looked at you, like a predator eyeing its prey, sent chills down your spine. You couldn't deny the unease that gnawed at you. There was something in her eyes, something that felt dangerous, and you weren't sure whether you were ready to face it. You didn’t want to overthink things, but with everything that had happened between you two, you knew that things could easily spiral out of control.

As the conversation continued around you, you couldn’t shake the thought that this was far from over. Karina might have walked away for now, but you had a feeling that something big was on the horizon, and you weren't sure if you were prepared for it.

As you were ushered into the car by Yuna, you couldn’t shake off the gnawing feeling in your stomach. The words Karina had said to you echoed in your mind, repeating over and over like a broken record. "We should cut off contact for now. It's for the best." The hurt behind those words, the cold finality of them, made you feel like something important was slipping away, and you weren’t sure if you could get it back.

The drive to the girls' place felt long, even though it was only a short ride. The lively chatter of Yuna and the others did little to ease the tension building in your chest. You could hear them laughing and talking about what board games they were going to play, but your thoughts kept drifting back to Karina. What was she thinking? Why had she said those words to you?

Once you arrived at the apartment, the girls immediately got to work setting up the board games, but you were distracted, your mind still lingering on Karina. You tried to focus on the present, knowing that the girls were expecting you to join in and have fun, but you couldn’t escape the sense that something was missing.

Yuna seemed to notice your distant attitude. She gave you a concerned look as she set up the game pieces. "Hey, what's up? You look a little out of it," she said, her voice soft but worried.

You forced a smile, trying to brush off the feelings. "I'm fine. Just... thinking about something," you said, not wanting to admit how much Karina's words had shaken you.

"About what?" Yuna pressed, clearly sensing that there was more going on.

You hesitated. The words Karina had said to you were still so fresh in your mind, and you didn’t want to drag the conversation down with something so heavy. "I was just thinking about some stuff with Aespa," you said vaguely, hoping to change the subject.

Ryujin overheard and chimed in, "Are you worried about Karina? You two had a bit of tension earlier, right?"

The mention of Karina's name made your heart skip a beat, and you nodded quietly. "Yeah... she... she said we should cut off contact for a while. I don’t know what that means," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

The room fell silent for a moment. The others exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond. Finally, Yuna broke the silence. "Karina is complicated, Y/n. But, you know, she wouldn't say something like that unless it meant something serious. I don't think she wants to hurt you, but maybe she's just... confused. Sometimes, we just need space to figure things out," she said gently, her voice full of empathy.

You nodded, but it didn’t make the pain any less real. The thought of losing Karina, of not having her in your life anymore, left an empty ache in your chest. You couldn’t ignore it, no matter how hard you tried.

"Don’t worry too much about it," Yuna continued, trying to lighten the mood. "You’ve got us here, and we’ll keep you busy with some fun games tonight. Plus, if Karina really wants to talk, she’ll reach out, right?"

You managed a weak smile, grateful for the support, but the weight of uncertainty still lingered. The fear of losing something that had meant so much to you was hard to ignore, no matter how much you tried to distract yourself.

The game night began, and the laughter and playful teasing from the girls helped to pull you out of your head, even if just for a moment. But deep down, you knew that things with Karina weren’t resolved, and the question of whether or not you’d ever get the chance to make things right weighed heavily on your mind.

Meanwhile

Karina sat in the corner of the apartment, her arms crossed tightly across her chest, her face a mixture of fury and frustration. The rest of Aespa sat around her, their silence filling the room as she simmered with anger. She couldn’t help but think about you, about the way Yujin had been getting closer to you, her proximity to you that felt like a constant reminder of her own inability to be there for you.

It hurt, it really did. Seeing you slip away from her grasp because of a single post, something so insignificant compared to everything you had been through together. All of the late-night talks, the support, the moments of laughter and comfort—they all seemed so distant now.

She turned to Ningning, her voice sharp. "How could you even suggest that we abandon him?" she snapped, her anger bubbling over. "He’s been there for us. Through everything. And now we’re just supposed to forget about him?"

The tension in the room was palpable as Ningning shrank back, feeling the weight of Karina’s words. Giselle and Winter exchanged uneasy glances, but Karina’s frustration was evident.

"Karina, calm down," Giselle said gently, trying to placate her friend. "There are still ways we can fix things. We just need to take a step back and—"

"Fix it?" Karina interrupted, her voice rising. "How are we supposed to fix something that's already broken? How are we supposed to fix him? We used to be fucking happy together! And now—just because of one stupid mistake, we’ve let this whole thing fall apart. I can’t just let it go. I won’t."

Her voice cracked with the weight of her emotions, and the room fell into an uncomfortable silence. The girls didn’t know what to say. They all knew she was right. They all knew how much you meant to them, how much you had done for them over the years, and how much you had given without asking for anything in return.

Winter, in particular, remembered all the little things about you—the way you had made them laugh during their darkest moments, the way you were always there when they needed someone. She remembered the times when you would listen to them vent about their problems, and how you would just be there, offering your support. Karina’s words struck her deeply as well, and it was hard not to agree.

"I know," Karina said, her voice quieter now, but still tinged with frustration. "I know we’ve fucked things up. But... we can’t just give up on him. We can't just throw away the best thing we’ve had in the last three years."

The others remained quiet, reflecting on the truth in Karina’s words. They all remembered the good times, the bond they shared with you, and it hurt to see it unravel because of a single misstep. Karina was right—they had messed up, but they still had a chance to fix things. Or so they hoped.

Then, Karina’s expression shifted. There was a dangerous glint in her eyes as she looked at the group, her frustration turning into something else. Something darker. "I have an idea," she said slowly, her voice low and serious. "A plan. A way to get him back."

The others looked at her, wide-eyed. "What do you mean?" Winter asked, hesitant but intrigued.

Karina leaned forward, her eyes never leaving them as she spoke. "I know it’s risky. But we can’t just let this opportunity slip through our fingers. I’ll make him see that we’re the ones he needs. That we’re the ones who understand him. I’ll make sure of it."

The room was silent for a moment, everyone digesting the weight of her words. Giselle raised an eyebrow, concern etched on her face. "What exactly are you planning, Karina?" she asked cautiously.

Karina smiled, but it wasn’t a kind smile. It was something more sinister. "Let’s just say... we’re going to make sure he has no choice but to come back to us. To me."

Her words sent a chill through the group. No one spoke. Karina’s plan was dangerous, and they all knew it. But at the same time, they all understood the desperation in her voice. She was willing to go to any lengths to fix things, to make things right. Even if it meant crossing some lines they’d never considered before.

"Karina, this could go wrong," Winter finally said, her voice shaking with concern. "What if we push him away even further?"

"I’m willing to take that risk," Karina said coldly, her tone unwavering. "Because if we don’t do something, we’ll lose him for good."

The others exchanged uneasy looks. They knew Karina wasn’t going to back down. And in some twisted way, they understood. They just weren’t sure if her plan would work—or if it would make everything even worse.

[lilbabypanda-blog2]

Phainon x (fem) reader

Part1 part2 PART3

The group packed up quickly, with Tribbie cheerfully skipping ahead, Trailblazer casually snacking as always, and Dan Heng trailing behind with his usual quiet presence. Phainon lingered just slightly, trying to collect himself as his heart continued to race from Y/N’s earlier compliment.

He caught up as they began walking along a narrow path, the ancient stones of the city outskirts giving way to rough terrain. The air smelled faintly of moss and something metallic, and the ground was uneven beneath their feet.

Y/N walked ahead, her sword strapped securely to her back, her expression calm but focused. Phainon tried to focus on anything but how cool she looked.

“So, uh, Y/N,” he said, sidling up to her with a casual grin. “You were really amazing back there too, you know. The way you took down that big guy? Legendary.”

Y/N glanced at him, her face lighting up with a smile. “Thanks, Phainon. But it’s not really that impressive when you’ve had as much practice as I have.”

“Not impressive? Are you kidding?” Phainon said, his voice rising slightly. “You climbed a living boulder like it was a staircase! That’s… that’s beyond impressive! That’s—”

“Admirable?” Tribbie chimed in from ahead, turning to walk backward so she could grin at them. “Heroic? The stuff of legends? Keep going, Phainon, I’m enjoying this.”

Phainon stumbled over his words, shooting her a helpless look. “I mean, yeah, all of that! But I wasn’t—I wasn’t trying to—”

Trailblazer snickered, patting Tribbie on the shoulder as they both turned back to the path. Dan Heng, walking quietly a few paces behind, sighed audibly but said nothing.

Y/N just laughed. “You’re sweet, Phainon. But I couldn’t have done it without you all holding the others off. Teamwork makes the dream work, right?”

Phainon flushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Y-yeah, totally. Teamwork.”

They walked in companionable silence for a while, the crunch of their footsteps on gravel the only sound. The scenery began to shift, with jagged cliffs rising on either side and strange, glowing carvings etched into the stone walls.

Dan Heng finally broke the silence. “The traces we’re following—there’s a higher concentration up ahead.” He gestured toward a fork in the path, one side leading to a darker, more enclosed area while the other veered toward an open, rocky clearing.

“Splitting up might save us time,” Y/N suggested, already assessing the terrain. “Dan Heng, you and Trailblazer could take the path on the left, and the rest of us can check out the clearing.”

Dan Heng nodded in agreement. “It’s logical. But if either group encounters trouble, don’t engage until we regroup.”

Trailblazer gave a thumbs-up. “Got it. No heroics… unless they look really cool.”

Y/N rolled her eyes fondly. “Sure, just don’t die trying to show off.”

As Dan Heng and Trailblazer disappeared down the left path, the remaining trio headed toward the clearing. The rocky terrain was uneven, with glowing crystals jutting out at odd angles.

“Alright,” Y/N said, scanning the area. “Let’s see if we can pick up any more traces.”

Tribbie wandered a little ahead, poking at the glowing crystals with her staff. “These things are so weird. I feel like if I touch the wrong one, the whole place might explode.”

“Maybe don’t touch them, then,” Y/N suggested, raising an eyebrow.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Tribbie grinned, but she stepped back cautiously anyway.

Phainon, meanwhile, was sticking close to Y/N, his usual energy tempered slightly by the eerie atmosphere. He couldn’t help but glance at her every so often, marveling at how calm and composed she seemed.

“Hey, Y/N?” he said suddenly.

She turned to him, her expression curious. “What’s up?”

“Do you ever, uh, get nervous? You know, before a fight or something?”

Y/N tilted her head, considering the question. “Sometimes,” she admitted. “But I’ve learned to channel it. Nervous energy can be useful if you use it right.”

“Huh,” Phainon said, looking thoughtful. “That’s… really smart. Makes sense, coming from you.”

Y/N smiled. “What about you? Do you ever get nervous?”

“Oh, me? Nah,” Phainon said quickly, puffing out his chest. “I’m as cool as they come.”

Tribbie snorted loudly from a few feet away. “Sure, Phainon. That’s why you nearly tripped over a rock trying to dodge one of those stone monsters earlier.”

“I was strategizing!” he said, his voice rising an octave.

Y/N laughed, and Phainon couldn’t even be mad about being called out because the sound of her laughter was worth it.

Before he could say anything else, Y/N crouched down, her sharp eyes catching something on the ground. She reached out and brushed away a layer of dust, revealing faint scorch marks and a few shards of glowing crystal.

“Looks like we’re on the right track,” she said, holding up one of the shards for Phainon and Tribbie to see.

“Good find,” Phainon said, leaning closer to examine it. “You’ve got an eye for this stuff, huh?”

“Comes with the territory,” she said with a shrug, slipping the shard into her bag. “Let’s keep moving. Whatever left these marks can’t be too far ahead.”

As they continued onward, Phainon couldn’t help but glance at Y/N every now and then, his golden-retriever smile never far from his face. Even in the middle of potentially dangerous territory, she had a way of making everything feel… lighter.

And if he tripped over a rock once or twice while sneaking glances at her, well, Tribbie was kind enough not to comment.

For now.

The group tread cautiously through the glowing clearing, the jagged terrain surrounding them like a maze of natural traps. The scorch marks and glowing shards scattered across the ground were undeniable signs that something was lurking nearby.

Y/N raised her sword slightly, the sharp metallic sound cutting through the tense silence. “Stay alert. We’re close.”

Phainon stepped closer to her, his signature golden-retriever grin still present, though his eyes were sharp with focus. “Don’t worry. If anything jumps out, I’ll handle it.”

“You’ll handle it?” Mydei snorted from behind, his rough voice carrying just enough mockery to make Phainon glance over his shoulder. “Didn’t you almost trip over your own sword five minutes ago?”

“Strategic repositioning,” Phainon shot back, puffing his chest out. “You wouldn’t understand, Mydei. It’s a finesse thing.”

“Right,” Mydei drawled, his blonde-red hair catching the glow of the crystals as he cracked his knuckles. “I’ll keep that in mind while I’m taking down twice as many as you.”

Tribbie, skipping a few paces ahead, waved her staff around like it was a baton. “Oh, boy. Here we go again. The Phainon versus Mydei Show, round 57.” She paused, smirking over her shoulder. “You know, if you two spent half as much time fighting monsters as you do fighting each other, we’d have wiped this place clean by now.”

Before anyone could respond, a deep, grinding sound echoed through the clearing. The ground seemed to vibrate beneath their feet, and from the shadows emerged hulking figures of stone and crystal.

The Titankin stood tall and menacing, their faceless, humanoid forms glowing faintly with runes etched into their surfaces. Some carried swords as broad as tree trunks, while others held bows strung with crystalline energy.

“Alright, guys,” Y/N said, her voice calm and commanding as she gripped her sword. “We’ve got company. Let’s not make this harder than it has to be.”

“Hard? Please,” Phainon said, flipping his blade with a flourish. “This’ll be easy.”

“Bet I take down more than you,” Mydei challenged, his fists glowing faintly as he prepared for battle.

Phainon rolled his eyes but grinned. “Oh, it’s on.”

Y/N sighed. “Can you two not—”

“Ready? GO!” Phainon yelled, charging toward the nearest Titankin with Mydei hot on his heels.

Y/N groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Of course.”

Tribbie giggled, hopping to the side as one of the archer-type Titankin fired a glowing arrow her way. “You gotta admit, it’s kind of fun watching them trip over themselves trying to one-up each other.”

“Fun isn’t the word I’d use,” Y/N muttered, dashing forward to engage one of the sword-wielding Titankin.

The battlefield erupted into chaos.

Phainon darted around the heavy strikes of a massive Titankin, his movements quick and graceful as he delivered a series of precise slashes to its legs. “That’s one down!” he called triumphantly as the creature crumbled into rubble.

“One?” Mydei scoffed, delivering a powerful uppercut to another Titankin, causing cracks to spiderweb across its torso. He followed up with a crushing blow that sent it collapsing in a heap of stone. “Two for me!”

“Oh, come on!” Phainon shouted, narrowly dodging a glowing arrow. “That one didn’t even put up a fight!”

“Don’t be mad just because I’m better,” Mydei retorted, smirking as he squared off against another enemy.

“Better at being annoying, maybe!”

Y/N, meanwhile, was weaving through the battlefield like a dancer, her sword flashing as she expertly dismantled the Titankin one by one. She didn’t have time to indulge in the boys’ antics, but she couldn’t help but smirk as she caught snippets of their bickering.

“Focus!” she called out, parrying a massive swing from one of the larger Titankin.

“I am focusing!” Phainon shouted back, leaping onto a boulder to get a better angle. He launched himself off it and delivered a devastating blow to one of the archers, splitting its crystalline bow in half. He turned to Mydei, grinning.

“Three down!” Phainon called out, his blade flashing as he leapt backward, dodging the heavy swing of a stone sword. He twisted midair, landed smoothly, and sliced through the Titankin’s glowing core. “Make that four!”

“Four?” Mydei snorted, dodging an arrow that narrowly grazed his shoulder. “I’m already at six. You better pick up the pace, golden boy.” He delivered a brutal punch to the chest of another Titankin, cracks spreading through its torso before it crumbled to the ground.

“You’re counting that one?” Phainon yelled, pointing accusingly at the pile of rubble. “It fell over because it tripped! You didn’t even hit it that hard!”

“Still counts,” Mydei said smugly, flexing his fists.

Tribbie laughed as she hopped onto a rock for a better view, her blue eyes gleaming with amusement. “I’m just gonna say it—you two are hilarious. You’re like those birds that fight over shiny things for no reason.” She waved her staff, blasting back a Titankin archer. “Meanwhile, Y/N’s probably lapping you both.”

“I heard that,” Y/N called out, her voice steady as she parried the massive blade of a Titankin. She stepped inside its guard, her sword flashing as she delivered a precise strike to its glowing core. The creature froze for a second before shattering into a heap of glowing rubble. “And Tribbie’s not wrong.”

Phainon’s head whipped around, distracted for a split second, which earned him a close call with a stone sword slicing through the air by his shoulder. He yelped and ducked, countering with a well-placed slash to the monster’s legs. “You’re saying you’re ahead of me?” he asked incredulously, finishing the Titankin off with a dramatic spin.

Y/N didn’t respond immediately, instead focusing on taking down another Titankin with a smooth series of strikes. Her movements were quick and calculated, every step and swing perfectly timed.

Mydei, mid-punch, glanced over at her with a frown. “She’s bluffing. There’s no way she’s ahead of me.” He delivered a devastating uppercut to a Titankin, sending its head flying clean off its shoulders.

Y/N only smiled, which, of course, made both men more suspicious.

“Seven!” Phainon yelled triumphantly, dodging and weaving through another attack. “Seven, Mydei! You better start worrying.”

“Eight,” Mydei shot back, slamming his fist into the chest of another Titankin. He glanced at Phainon with a smirk. “You’re gonna owe me dinner at this rate.”

Tribbie rolled her eyes, blasting another archer from a distance. “Wow, the male ego is really something, huh?”

Finally, the last Titankin fell, its glowing shards scattering across the rocky ground. The battlefield fell silent except for the sound of the group catching their breath.

Phainon wiped sweat from his brow, turning to Mydei with a triumphant grin. “Alright, what’s the tally?”

“Nine,” Mydei said confidently, crossing his arms and looking far too pleased with himself.

“Ha! Ten!” Phainon declared, pointing his sword at Mydei like he’d just won a duel. “Looks like dinner’s on you, my friend!”

Tribbie chuckled, hopping down from her perch. “I wouldn’t get too excited, golden boy.”

“What? Why?” Phainon blinked, confused.

Y/N sheathed her sword, her grin easy and casual as she stretched her arms. “Because I got 20.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

“...What?” Phainon said, his voice cracking slightly.

“Twenty?” Mydei stared at her like she’d just sprouted a second head.

Y/N shrugged, brushing some dirt off her sleeve. “Yeah. You know, while you two were busy arguing and trying to impress each other, someone had to actually take care of the problem.”

Tribbie burst out laughing, nearly doubling over. “She got more than both of you combined! Oh, this is gold.”

Phainon’s jaw dropped, his face turning red—not from embarrassment, but from sheer disbelief. “You—you were counting?”

“Of course I was counting,” Y/N said with a sly grin, crossing her arms. “It’s not my fault I’m better at multitasking than you two.”

Mydei groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I’m never hearing the end of this, am I?”

“Nope,” Y/N replied cheerfully.

Phainon blinked, then rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Well… uh… you were incredible out there, Y/N. Seriously. I mean, you always are, but today especially.” His usual golden-retriever energy returned in full force, though his cheeks were still faintly pink.

Tribbie nudged Mydei with a smirk. “Look at him, blushing like she just crowned him king of the world.”

Mydei rolled his eyes. “Pathetic.”

Phainon ignored them, flashing Y/N a grin that was only a little bit nervous. “Next time, I’ll catch up. Promise.”

Y/N chuckled, patting him on the shoulder as she walked past. “Good luck with that.”

Phainon just stood there, staring after her, the goofy grin on his face refusing to fade.

The group made their way deeper into the rocky terrain, the eerie glow of shattered crystal fragments lighting their path. The air was cooler here, heavy with an unnatural stillness that made Tribbie glance nervously over her shoulder every few minutes.

“So… does it feel like the ground’s gonna swallow us whole, or is that just me?” Tribbie muttered, clutching her staff a little tighter.

“Just your imagination,” Y/N replied casually, stepping over a fallen rock. “Probably.”

Tribbie squinted at her. “Probably? That’s not comforting.”

“Relax,” Phainon said brightly, his usual grin plastered across his face. He gestured to the rocky surroundings. “If anything weird happens, I’ll protect you!”

“Wow, I feel so safe,” Tribbie deadpanned, rolling her eyes.

As they moved forward, Mydei, who had been walking ahead of the group, suddenly stopped. “Hold up,” he said, holding out a hand. His sharp eyes scanned the ground.

“What is it?” Y/N asked, stepping closer to him.

“Something’s off,” Mydei replied, pointing to a patch of the rocky ground that looked slightly… different. The texture was smoother, the color faintly darker, almost like it had been worn down by something—or someone.

Y/N crouched down to examine it. She brushed her fingers over the stone and noticed faint grooves carved into it, leading in a jagged line toward a nearby outcrop. “These look like tracks,” she murmured.

“Tracks?” Phainon asked, leaning over her shoulder with barely contained excitement. “Like… a secret path?”

“Possibly,” Y/N said, rising to her feet. She followed the grooves with her eyes, her brow furrowing. “Whatever made them was big.”

“That’s encouraging,” Tribbie muttered, though she followed behind eagerly as Y/N began tracing the path.

The group walked in silence for a few moments, the faint glow of the crystals growing dimmer as they approached a cluster of large boulders piled haphazardly against the side of a cliff.

“Dead end,” Mydei said, crossing his arms.

“Maybe not,” Y/N countered, stepping closer to the boulders. She placed a hand on the surface of one, her gaze narrowing. “There’s something behind these.”

Phainon immediately perked up, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. “You mean like hidden treasure? Or ancient ruins? Or a monster nest?”

“Could be all three,” Y/N replied dryly.

“Fantastic!” Phainon said, clearly missing her sarcasm.

Tribbie poked one of the boulders with her staff. “Alright, so how do we move these without getting crushed?”

“Allow me,” Mydei said, cracking his knuckles. Without waiting for a response, he stepped forward, placed his hands on the nearest boulder, and shoved. The rock groaned in protest before slowly rolling away, revealing a narrow passage that sloped downward into the darkness.

“Show-off,” Phainon muttered under his breath.

“You’re welcome,” Mydei replied smugly, gesturing to the newly revealed path.

The passage was just wide enough for one person to walk through at a time, its walls smooth and slightly damp. Faint symbols were etched into the stone, glowing softly as the group descended.

“This is definitely leading somewhere,” Y/N said, her voice echoing slightly.

“I vote we turn back before we stumble into something we can’t handle,” Tribbie whispered, though she didn’t stop walking.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Phainon asked, his excitement palpable. “This is an adventure!”

“An adventure that could kill us,” Mydei muttered, though he followed without hesitation.

As they reached the bottom of the slope, the passage opened into a vast underground chamber. The ceiling was high and arched, supported by towering pillars carved with intricate patterns. In the center of the room stood what looked like an altar, surrounded by more of the strange, glowing symbols.

“Whoa,” Tribbie breathed, her voice filled with awe.

Y/N approached the altar cautiously, her sword at the ready. The air felt heavier here, charged with some kind of ancient energy. “This place is incredible,” she said, running her fingers over one of the carvings.

Phainon walked up beside her, his grin softer now as he took in the room. “You’re right. It’s beautiful.”

“It’s also probably dangerous,” Mydei pointed out, eyeing the shadows warily.

“Dangerous and beautiful,” Phainon said cheerfully. “Like Y/N.”

Y/N turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “What was that?”

“Uh, nothing!” Phainon said quickly, his face turning pink.

Tribbie snorted. “Smooth.”

Before anyone could comment further, a low rumble echoed through the chamber, and the glowing symbols on the altar began to pulse.

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The chamber was eerily quiet, save for the faint hum of energy resonating from the glowing symbols on the altar. The group moved cautiously, their footsteps echoing softly off the smooth stone floor.

Y/N stood at the center of the room, studying the carvings etched into the towering pillars. Her fingers traced the lines of the ancient symbols, their glow pulsing faintly under her touch. “These are definitely not from the same era as the city above,” she muttered, more to herself than anyone else. “This is... older. Much older.”

Tribbie wandered toward the walls, tapping her staff lightly against the stone. “Well, it looks cool. Creepy, but cool.”

“Cool and creepy are rarely good combinations,” Mydei said, standing by the entrance with his arms crossed. He scanned the room with his usual skeptical frown, his gaze lingering on the darker corners.

Phainon, meanwhile, hovered near Y/N, watching her examine the carvings with a curious tilt of his head. “Do you think it’s some kind of warning?” he asked, pointing to a set of jagged symbols that spiraled outward from the altar.

“Could be,” Y/N replied, her brow furrowing as she knelt to inspect the markings on the floor. “Or it might be a map... or instructions.”

“You’re saying you don’t know?” Mydei asked, smirking faintly.

“I’m saying I need more time to figure it out,” Y/N shot back, though her tone was more amused than annoyed.

Phainon crouched beside her, peering at the symbols with a thoughtful expression. “You’re really good at this, Y/N. Like, way smarter than I’ll ever be. It’s kind of amazing.”

Y/N glanced at him, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Thanks, Phainon.”

Tribbie snickered from across the room. “He’s doing that thing again.”

“What thing?” Phainon asked, his grin faltering slightly.

“The thing where you turn into a lovesick puppy,” Tribbie teased, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Am not!” Phainon protested, his cheeks flushing a light pink. He quickly stood, clearing his throat.

Y/N, oblivious as ever, was already back to examining the symbols. She stepped closer to the altar, her focus narrowing on a particularly intricate carving. “There’s something strange about this part,” she murmured, leaning in for a closer look.

Phainon stepped forward instinctively, his hand hovering near her arm. “Uh, careful—”

Before he could finish, the ground beneath Y/N’s feet gave a sudden, ominous crack.

“Y/N!” Phainon shouted, lunging forward, but it was too late.

The floor crumbled away in an instant, and Y/N disappeared into the darkness below.

Tribbie screamed, dropping her staff as she ran toward the edge of the newly formed pit. Mydei was already there, his sharp reflexes keeping him from tumbling in himself. He grabbed Tribbie by the shoulder to keep her from getting too close.

“Y/N!” Phainon called, his voice echoing down the dark abyss. He dropped to his knees, peering into the void with wide, panicked eyes.

There was no sound except for the faint crumble of debris.

“Is she—” Tribbie started, her voice trembling.

“She’s alive,” Mydei interrupted, his tone firm as he scanned the edge of the pit. “There’s no way she’d go down that easily.”

Phainon clenched his fists, his usual smile completely gone. “We have to get to her. Now.”

[messenger-of-babel]

Bruce Wayne Who...

Summary: Thoughts about your relationship with Bruce Wayne.

Word Count: 1.6K

Notes: So Sorry for the longgg absence. I won't explain it too much but I've had serious health complications that require me to go to the doctor weekly and I've been struggling with that a lot. Half of the Christmas event unpublished stories are done- but I don't want to upload them half baked. I will be uploading them around my original schedule of normal fics, so I'm so sorry this all happened while I was doing that Christmas Countdown. So if you see unseasonal content- that is why. I will ask to refer to the notes section of some of the fics before this. I will be trying to deliver more- please be patient and thank you for reading! (I'm working on my requests next so you'll seen them soon <333)

Love RiRi <3

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Thinking about a Bruce Wayne who…

had sworn off dating. Being a vigilante was enough work on his plate, and he had already involved too many innocent people. He had already made too many people join him in on his night life, like he was a black hole that sucked in anything around it and slowly suffocated its prey. The playboy image also helped him keep his cover up. After all, who could dare point a finger at Bruce Wayne and claim him to be the Bat, when he was spending the night at the Iceberg Lounge? How could he be the one tracking down criminals from Arkham when he had a supermodel on his arm at the mayor’s winter gala?

Thinking about a Bruce Wayne who…

Has to throw that all out of the window the moment that he catches sight of you. When he meets your eyes for only a moment across the sea of people at the Gotham Museums grand reopening, to which he had donated personal items of his family's. His heart lurches in his chest and adrenaline courses through his veins like he's in a fight. You look away after a moment, but he stays fixed on your form as you disappear to talk to some of the curators. Bruce takes a deep sip of his champagne; mind muddled suddenly and distracted the rest of the evening as Alfred drives him home.

Thinking about a Bruce Wayne who...

Still doesn't think that it's love that has him. He's a stoic man deep down, with the facade of a charming smile and a friendly arm around the shoulders. He doesn't consider it love when he goes out as Bruce Wayne more often, taking impromptu visits to the museum once he discovered that you were an employee there. He doesn't even call it infatuation when Alfred points it out to him. It was merely him making sure that the billionaire image remained intact, and that he was in the public eye.

Thinking about a Bruce Wayne who…

Eventually caves and admits his feelings to himself, head in his hands one night. His skin is a storyboard of scars that criss cross lines across his chest and arms. He had tried to brush it off originally as just his playboy persona finding a good alibi for future reference, but late-night thoughts on rooftops had cleared his head. This was the true him that liked you, the scarred black hole that was undoubtedly going to try to drag you in and suck you of what light you had. He spends the night with an anguished heart, trying so hard to contain the ache that had begun to settle there every time he thought about not approaching you.

Thinking about a Bruce Wayne who...

Practically fawns when he catches you at work, stumbling over his words as he catches you at the end of your shift. He regains his composure and manages to ask you out quietly, giving you an out if you said no. He felt like some teenager, red faced and anxious. He had fought the Joker countless times, stared down Bane and left with his ribs beaten blue. Yet this somehow made his hands shake, hiding in his pockets. The anxiety all but evaporates when you give him a chance, letting him know your address and to pick you up at six that evening. His head felt light, like he couldn’t get enough air into his lungs. His breath heaves out in a sigh, and he nods, agreeing and promising to send a car around at six. He left the museum that day grinning ear to ear, and this time it wasn't his persona doing the smiling for him.

Thinking about a Bruce Wayne who…

Spoils you as much as he can when you give him the green light. After you've tested the waters and have been dating for a few months, he's enamoured. He bought your apartment for you outright and changed the deed to be in your name, so you never had to worry about rent. Bruce doesn’t want anything in return, he just wants you to be safe and happy. Not that he's really been a man of words, the written mess of symbols and letters clog up his throat when he tries to speak. No, he'd rather explain his affection for you in deep stares and gentle hands on your shoulder of back. He loves that you aren’t deceived by the callouses or the rough texture of his palm. He loves that despite the nicks and scars and occasional bruises on his knuckles that you don’t shy away from the coarseness that emanates from him, your body leans in and relaxes instead. He loves that you make him feel softer than he is.

Thinking about a Bruce Wayne who...

Can't bring himself to tell you that he's Batman but wishes to do so desperately when he sees you lying next to him in bed. You're still fast asleep wrapped in the sheets, arm tucked under the pillow as he gazes down at you. He wonders what you'd do if he shook you awake gently, if your nose would scrunch up as you blinked the sleep out of your eyes. If you would be more irritated or concerned at being roused from sleep. He wants to show you all of him. After all, you're the person that's come closest to seeing the real Bruce he thought he lost years ago. Yet when he thinks too hard on it, he feels sick, like he's leading you on. He can't tell you who he is on nights you aren't tucked in next to him, when he's out on the street. He can't tell you that everyone in this family is in on one big secret, and that there are shared glances and knowing looks traded behind your back. He feels like a liar.

He is one.

He wants to not lie anymore, to involve you into his fold. He had come close once, before Dick pulled him aside and told him it was probably for the best that he didn't. But Dick wasn't here now, was he? He could just reach out and-

His hand hovers as he reaches for you. No, Dick was right. This was for the best.

So, he lies down next to you again and drapes an arm over your middle, convincing himself to sleep it off.

Thinking about a Bruce Wayne who...

Considers keeping you in his life forever once the tabloids start running marriage speculations about you both. You've been dating for a while and recently have been out of the public eye. Of course, you were just sick, but a few weeks off were enough to substantiate rumours of eloping and a honeymoon. He can’t deny that he thought of it when he made public appearances, or when he was out in the shopping district and his eyes lingered on the engagement rings just a tad too long. Yet he is the same Bruce who shoves that feeling down deep inside him so it can't surface again or bother him at the board meeting he has in thirty minutes.

Thinking about a Bruce Wayne who...

Leaves said meeting early to find you at work, taking your lunch break. Who pulls you outside and tells you he has something incredibly important to tell you with a slightly wild look in his eye. You can't help but be taken aback, wondering what's gotten the ineffable billionaire agitated. You think of a million scenarios. He needs to go into witness protection? He got involved with gangs? threats on his life again? he's being blackmailed? Blood money? He leaves as soon as he came, driving himself back once telling you to meet him at the manor that night after work. Immediately after work. He drives back to the manor with his pulse thrumming against the skin of his neck and fingers tapping anxiously on the steering wheel. he was going to tell you. He was going to risk everything on a gamble, and he couldn’t help but feel the pit beneath his feet trying to swallow him whole at the implications of it.

Thinking about a Bruce Wayne who...

Jumps up from the sitting room the moment you step in the door, hands jittery despite the glass of scotch he had been sipping. Whose nerves get the better of him in that one moment despite spending years training away that fear. He was fear now, he was the Batman. But in this moment, he felt more man that he had felt in a long, long time.

Thinking about a Bruce Wayne who...

Feels like he could collapse as you listen to his admission. He's placed all the cards in your hands, enough to extort him forever, expose him and his identity. Make the world crumble around his ears in such a dramatic fashion that the Justice Leage wouldn't even be able to save him from it. He wasn't just gambling with his identity, he played with the lives and identities of everyone he was connected to, every Robin he had raised and trained. So, when you hold those cards he gave you and fold them to your chest, swearing to never tell a soul, the breath leaving his lungs makes him feel boneless.

Thinking about a Bruce Wayne who...

Thinks for the first time, that there was a way to unite the Bat with Bruce Wayne. That when he goes to hug you, he knows that he risked it all on that gamble, but it paid off in ways that he couldn’t have imagined.

and that was enough for him.

[silverwing013]

It's a need to match mouth flaps, which when there is more spoken in original language to the direct translation...you need to either add in some fluff words to that direct translation or get creative in adding to the source. I so love the savage snark and them being such little shits. It adds to it. And they're teenagers. It's a localized dub that really works well.

I do enjoy that this seems to be some math done on what Hiei is stated to have for height from start of story to the end of story. Four-foot-ten is in the middle of the heights he was given.

Going with my memory (it's been a while since I've looked this up and had it fresh), I believe Justin Cook watched and went through the entire show beforehand. It was like, first bigger thing after Dragon Ball and getting newer voice actors into the company and such if I remember right.

There are signs someone working on this did that and took care of the show. Like Jorge having same voice actor as the narrator for a joke that happens in show practically all the way at the end of it. Another sign to me is Hiei having the snarky insult to Kuwabara during Saint Beasts on his sword skills. 'He's just swinging his sword with the grace of a flyswatter.' It's a line that kills me. Because Kuwabara adjusts his energy for his last fight in the Dark Tournament to use it as a flyswatter to squash Elder Toguro. (How is that villain the longest running villain of the show? It feels like it shouldn't be him, but it is.)

Anyway. Back to point. Proof there was some care on handling the show rather than, translate and make it fit and toss out episode by episode. So I wouldn't be surprised if perhaps Hiei's offical listed heights were looked up to make that joke and fit to the mouth flaps.

(Okay, I went off a bit and rambled and my brain probably only remembers so well, but hell, I knew way too much stuff about this show YEARS ago back when I ran a YYH specific game show panel at a few cons. And an info filled fan panel for it with discussion questions that somehow won me the voted in best fan panel of the con weekend. But hey. Love for the show HIT at running into this post and I went rambling off. ^_^)

the YYH dub is so unbelievably disrespectful lmao. i went back and checked what this was in the japanese and all she said was something like "next up is hiei!" man wtf

[sleep-0-deprived]

Sirens touch~! (Kyle Garrick x male siren reader) 𓊝

WC:.2.1K

Tags: pwlp, anal sex, sex on a boat, monster x human, pheromones used as drugs, fish anatomy mentioned, bottom male reader, seduction themes, siren songs, handjobs, neck biting, blood mentioned 𓇼

A/N: this one is for @creepy141dollie hope Y’ like it, forgive if M’ descriptions of sirens are inaccurate, this was jus my thought process <33

Taglist: @kimisbunny @asher-is-hotxp @silvern1006 @unstab1eperson2 @yyuinaa @dewday1 @blond3ang3l @creepy141dollie @m4r13ll @ihavezeropancreas @sooobiinn @just-ignore-them @fuckingmxonlight @nightwinglover101 @chasingknives @littlelilithsposts

𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟𓆝𓆟𓆝

The air was fogged over and cold- rigidly so, you could almost taste the salt in the air when you breathed in the mist. Kyle wasn’t happy about this in the slightest, the moment price caught wind of makarov supposedly hiding somewhere across the sea, he had the whole task force on a ship on the ocean waters, that included Gaz too. Gaz walked around on the deck, he’d peek his head over the rails and stare into the nearly black abyss of water— god he could only imagine how cold that water must’ve been.

His eyes slowly widen when he sees something beneath the sheets of liquid, it was probably just a dumb fish swimming around. Garrick wasn’t made for the waters nor did he like them, sea sick was the only thing he ever got from it— and was that a person laying on that rock?…oh god the sea must be getting to him.

“I don’t see how sailors manage”

Gaz diverts his gaze to the passing soap, walking by and across the ship watching the other end- like what he was supposed to be doing but something felt off he couldn’t explain it, it all felt weird like bugs churning around in his stomach. He’d just cut it down to the waves giving him motion sickness.

“Are you gonna make it there gaz?”

He nearly jumps when ghost sneaks up on him standing behind him with his mask on letting his gaze pierce through the other male.

“You shouldn’t be so damn quiet- you’re gonna give someone a heart attack these days”

“Relax, I was just gonna ask if ye wanted to swap tasks- ye go to the lower deck N’ keep an eye out”

The man’s British accent creeping through his words only making Gaz sigh and nod, making his way down to the empty deck, his body felt a reaction the closer he got to the waters almost like something compelling him forwards. When the rock he had seen earlier came into view he could’ve sworn he saw a man with H/C hair laying there with a deep blue webbed ear. Before he knew it he felt his chest ache at that sight- why did he feel so much need over a man that probably was a figment of his lonesome imagination.

He leans against the rails, blinking once and frowning when he sees nothing on the rock, he almost feels sadness as the disappearance but before he can mourns it a hand is placed up on the ship from the loading area a few feet from him.

“Who’s there?!”

His voice rings empty in the fog, you slip your way up onto the deck while laying sprawled with a little grin. Tilting your head over almost like a curious cat— you weren’t used to not having your tail but you’d make having legs work. Gaz was practically lovestruck standing in his military gear and yet he felt just as defenseless as a common man before a gun.

“Aren’t you just a mean one?”

Your voice was angelic and he knew that you knew that, the way you slithered up on the deck like some serpent ready for its mean had him in a state of pure lust looking at you— Gaz was a weak man and the years of solitude without touch only made him weaker. Your prime prey, you liked a sweet man who was good at heart but had desperation— you could feed off the lust in his eyes alone.

Gaz started approaching you almost in a trance but you haven’t even used your song on him yet, this was pure free will.

“What the hell are you— a damn talking fish?”

“I’m not a damn fish— I’ll have you know I’m a siren”

You hiss your words at him growing irritated with it all, reaching your hand out to grasp hold of the man and pull him down with you having him beneath you on the deck. your body nude and cold from the see, your cock pressed flat down on your thighs while you click your tongue slowly tracing your cold fingers over his skin, humming your own siren song.

“Fuck, what the hell are you doing”

“Don’t pretend you don’t want me, everyone wants me.”

Your hands grip his shoulders speaking statements not questions, your cock was stiffening up when his bulge pressed to your plush cheeks almost giving it a friendly greeting making you push back down against his clothed member, Gaz’s hands roam down grabbing your hips instinctively gripping at the flesh with vigor while he stares up at you in a glossy eyed trance watching how your hands slid off his shoulder down his vest and to his cargo pants, pulling them down with a thud when you undo his tack belt letting it fall on the deck.

Your nails were sharp and pointed leaving chills on his thighs when your nails graze over the tip of his cock having it all wet and coated in pre cum when you finally get it out of his boxers. Your eyes narrow slightly glowing under the dim fog of the late noon sky, the ship rocking back and forth against the waves having Gaz feeling completely under your spell when you hum against his ear and press your lips to the side of his neck.

“God you’re…”

He wanted to say so many things in that moment but his lips quivered and stopped, all men acted that way— you couldn’t count the number of sailors who uttered those exact words to you. Gaz felt different you didn’t want to lure him into a seductive demise, you actually wanted him all for yourself.

“I already knoww~”

you hush him silently with your lips pressed to his Adam’s apple rubbing your sharp teeth to the flesh feeling tempted to just take a bite out of him. Your hand plays with his cock stroking the base and rubbing your thumb flush against the under side of his tip, right where you knew it was most sensitive.

“O-h fuck you’re good at this”

Kyle’s moan comes out strangled like a half laugh when he takes a gulp for the first time in his military years feeling nervous by something that looks so frail, your skin practically glowed sticky from the salt in the sea having your damp body in his lap feeing your bare ass on his thighs making his half lidded eyes just stare at it, he only looks away when he feels the sharp pain in his neck— you just bit him?

“Mhm, you just taste good enough to eat”

“Oh fuuck”

His groan just make you smile having his blood over your teeth like a fresh candy coating making your slit pupils dilate, licking up the blood off his neck leaving him with the mark of a siren when you aim his cock between your wet cheeks, grinning at his expression when his eyes clamp shut from the cold feel of your skin pressing to his manhood. You rock your hips back and forth letting go of his cock and reaching up to his jaw and gripping it tight while you lay hunched over him pressing your bitter and blue lips to his mouth kissing him- making him taste his blood off your tongue while he lays on his back on the deck.

“You want this so bad don’t you?”

“…yes…”

He mumbles mindlessly under you just staring you blankly in the eyes, his lips sloppily responding to yours with your cock standing barely stiff leaning a small pearl of pre cum with your blue webbed ears looking almost like a fin when they flick back and forth in satisfaction. His cock head rubbing between your cheeks and all up and down your crack rubbing against your twitchy ring of muscles.

“Tell me you want inside me- tell me now”

“…I want you, I wanna be inside you so bad”

Your mouth nibbles at his neck some more littering it in red marks having blood smears on his skin while his hips buck up under you making you let go of his jaw when he hisses from how your nails dug into his skin. Gaz presses into you slowly pushing his way inside of your vice, being a siren producing pheromones and natural lubricant around your rim, your holes weee designed to take— you were a being of lust- a Adonis of sex in every way but the name.

“Fuckin, please-“

If it wasn’t for how desperate Gaz was in this moment he may have passed out of humiliation, he hated the way his voice cracked when he begged for you sitting desperate with his cock half inside you prodding its way into the bunny tavern trying to spread and spear you open on his dick, you sit in his lap having your mouth latched on his feeling his moans muffled by your tongue when you bite on his bottom lip leaving little drops of blood mixing into the shared spit.

“Think you may be the biggest man I’ve taken in a very long time sailor”

You lift your hips up and slowly lower them back down on him while you let your hand find its way to his shoulders digging your nails through his gear and clawing a hole in the back of his shirt leaving marks on his rich skin. Your rim milks out the pre cum from his mushroomed head having his hands trembling on your hips while he pushes his spit down your throat.

“I’m not a damn sailor— I’m a captain”

His words come out strangled beneath you when he pulls his lips, tearing them away only to gasp for air. Your nails dig harder letting out soft moans when his cock rubs your prostate just right making you feel warm shrills up your spine having you feeling in a state of euphoria when you ride the man.

Your eyes creep back and you grow slicker around his cock taking it with ease, Gaz lets out heaved gasps beneath you. Not having fucked anything in a few solid years due to his job, his orgasm is on edge but he does his best to hold back not wanting to come too quick but boy if your insides weren’t practically begging it out of him right now.

“Stop or I’ll—“

Before he can even finish his sentence your hand creeps up off his back and over his mouth hushing his groans when you feel his cock start pulsing inside you reaching his high and flooding your insides with his semen leaving a warm feeling inside your ice cold body.

“Now you’re gonna be good and help me get off right?”

“Y-yes ofcourse”

He nods his head when you hum your song to him not even giving him time to come down from his orgasm when you remove your hand off his mouth and reach to the hand off your hips when you guid it down to your hardened cock, letting out a hiss when he touches the base. Gaz slowly starts stroking your cock and giving it a firm touches under your tip.

He starts stroking your cock a little faster gripping the base with your cock leaking a mess in his palm having you instinctively pushing your hips back down on his cock with the semen inside

“I’m getting close”

Gaz starts stroking your cock faster making you arch your back getting closer to edge with his hand snaking off your hips to your ass giving it a squeeze in time with his strokes. Pre cum starts oozing drink you all down your shaft making a mess when your voice cracks and your orgasm rushes over you, you grip his shoulders tight with your

“Oh fuck—“

“What is it fishy? You’re actin like this is your first orgasm”

You sneer down at him frowning when he says that, ropes of thin liquid shoots from your tip leaving stains on his gear. Your chest raises and falls rapidly practically glowing with your eyes rolling forwards to look down at him under you, sitting on top of him on the ship, you slowly raise up off of Gaz, semen starts oozing out of you and onto the ships deck, your rim twitches all puffy.

Before Garrick could even say anything to you, you were gone. The water flashed and it was like you were an imagination? Your figure lurked under the water then disappeared into the fog, sirens were never known to stick to one prey forever.

“Gaz? Mate what’re you doin?!”

There stood a flabbergasted soap, his mouth agape standing next to price with their eyes focused on a ruin captain kyle Garrick ‘Gaz’ laying covered in come with his pants around his ankles laying on his back, his cock limp and his eyes lidded clearly worn out.

[alba1221141]

Mary Janes

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(T.W Sexual content)

Y/N

I feel the weight of Cait’s gaze on me even as we get into position for the drills. The tension is still thick, clinging to the air around us. I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve let her down, but at the same time, something inside me rebels against her judgment. I’m not the same person I was yesterday, and I’m not sure if I can—or even want to—go back.

The sound of sneakers on the gym floor and Coach’s sharp instructions snap me out of my thoughts. I focus on the drills, pushing my body to keep moving, to not think too hard about the conversation that’s left a weird knot in my chest.

I glance over at Cait once more, but this time, she’s already looking away, her posture stiff, arms crossed over her chest. She’s not glaring anymore, but the distance between us is still there. It’s strange, how something as small as eyeliner can shift the way someone looks at you, and even stranger how it makes me question everything about myself.

Mel’s voice cuts through the silence, her usual easygoing tone filling the space between us. “You know, Cait’s just worried about you.” Her words are softer now, less guarded than they were earlier.

“I know,” I reply quietly, not meeting her eyes. “It’s just… I’m tired of playing it safe all the time.”

Mel gives me a small smile, like she gets it, even if she doesn’t say anything more.

The drills drag on, but my mind keeps wandering back to Cait’s disapproval, to the small voice inside me that wonders if maybe she’s right. Maybe I’m getting in over my head with all of this. But at the same time, I can’t shake the feeling that I’m closer to something real, something that’s mine.

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Jinx

As per the request of my favorite nerd, I’ve been reading some good old Shakespeare.

I’m supposed to be diving into Romeo and Juliet. Star-crossed lovers, epic tragedy, all that jazz. It should be interesting, right?

But the words are swimming in front of me because, let’s face it, I can’t concentrate for shit.

Not after this morning.

Y/N just looked so fucking pretty.

It’s ridiculous how she doesn’t even try, yet manages to ruin me without saying a word.

The way her hair fell around her face, a little messy but still perfect, and those big, thoughtful eyes that always seem to see right through me.

And that eyeliner—my eyeliner—that I practically begged her to let me do. Seeing my work on her face, sharp and bold, was enough to drive me insane.

Like a little piece of me was with her, walking around, unshakable.

And then there’s the way she blushed when I teased her.

That soft pink creeping up her cheeks, her lips parting like she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

Makes me want to press closer, push her boundaries just a little more, see how far I can take it before she pushes back.

Or maybe she wouldn’t push back at all.

What would she be like?

I’ve never seen her with anyone—guy or girl. Hell, does she even like girls?

The thought twists in my chest.

What if she doesn’t?

What if all the teasing, the lingering glances, the way her cheeks flush when I get too close—it’s just her being her, too sweet to tell me to fuck off? But then, what if it’s not?

What if she does?

I wonder what she’d do with one. What she’d do with me.

Do to me.

My hand trails down.

Down.

"Fuck,"

I'm already soaked.

I wiggle out the dampened underwear quickly, and toss it somewhere.

Doesn't matter where, oh fuck.

I lock eyes with myself in the mirror as I spread my legs, as wide as they can go.

Fuck, what has she done to me?

My lipstick’s a mess, smeared from where my teeth dug in.

My thighs are trembling and I haven't even touched... anything yet...

Normally i would just get myself off, quick easy, but Y/N wouldn't do that.

I'm sure she'd been curious, the girl's definitely never seen a pussy before, and I'm not sure any of her books have those lewd acts in them.

My finger slowly circles my clit, fuck that's good.

Gonna go slow.

Y/N would go slow.

My head drops back on my pillow as I resume those slow, slow circles.

God it's torturous.

My unoccupied hand, somehow, finds its way to my tit, totally unprompted.

"Fuck,"

The words barley there this time.

My teeth sink into my lower lip again when I slip a finger inside of me.

Gentle, slow.

Then another finger.

I keep my eyes trained on my reflection as I start those motions.

In out, in out.

"Fuck, fuck, Y/N," I turn my face into my pillow, whimpering now.

I bite down on the pillow to supress my lewd noises.

My hips move with my hand, chasing that sweet, sweet, release.

Fuck what would she do if she could see this.

See the state she's made me into, all squirmy on my bed.

She'd probably get that wide eyed look.

Maybe she'd whimper-

Oh if she damn whimpered-

My thoughts are cut short by a practically pornographic noise ripping from my throat.

"Oh, oh god,"

The noises leaving me gradually become more incoherent.

I can't keep my eyes open anymore, those familiar white spots starting to cloud my vision.

I've had orgasms before, of course I have.

But this was fucking earth shattering.

I don't know if it was the thought of her, those wide eyes, that blush, that spurred me on or what, but my back arched right of the bed, what was practically a cry leaving my mouth.

After regaining function of my senses, I lock eyes with my reflection.

Fuck I look a mess.

I lean closer to the mirror, squinting at the mess.

Jesus Christ.

Smudged eyeliner, streaks of lipstick—no, stains, because apparently, my mouth decided it wanted to eat the damn tube.

"Goddamn," I hiss, swiping at it with my thumb. It just smears more. Great. Now I look like a clown that got into a bar fight.

My hair’s a disaster too—sticking to my forehead in sweaty clumps.

I rake a hand through it, but it’s hopeless. I look like I’ve been... well, doing exactly what I was doing.

The chill of the room finally hits me.

Oh, right.

Still butt-ass naked. My eyes dart around for anything to throw on and land on an oversized hoodie draped over the chair.

Good enough.

I yank it over my head, the fabric catching on my damp skin, and flop back onto my bed.

The hoodie clings to me, sticking uncomfortably in places, but I don’t have the energy to care.

My legs are sprawled out, the hem of the hoodie riding up enough to make it clear I’m not bothering with underwear.

I stare at the ceiling, trying to will my brain into some semblance of order.

It doesn’t work.

My thoughts are still a chaotic mess, flitting between random nonsense and her.

Always back to her.

Her laugh. Her stupid, perfect laugh that’s like sunshine and honey and all that other cheesy shit people write poetry about.

Her eyes—soft, but sharp when she’s focused, like she’s solving the universe one thought at a time.

And that little wrinkle she gets between her brows when she’s concentrating too hard?

Yeah, that one’s burned into my brain. Thanks for that, Y/N.

I groan, rolling onto my side and dragging a pillow over my face. “You’re pathetic,” I mumble into the fabric.

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authors note: another short chapter, but i felt it was quite important to have certain bits as their own entity, hope you like it ;)

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[antinousletmehit]

˚₊‧꒰ა Chapter 26 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

୨୧┇pairing: Telemachus x reader

୨୧┇I can’t tell if I should stop it after they get married or make the continuing chapters about them early marriage, also this one’s a long chapter.

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The week had passed with an uneasy calm. Telemachus and Y/N were lounging under the shade of an olive tree near the palace gardens, her head resting on his lap as he absentmindedly played with her hair. She was smiling softly, feeling the warmth of his hand as he combed through her locks. “You know,” she said, breaking the silence, “for a guy who fought off suitors and snuck around secret passageways, you’re surprisingly calm now.”

Telemachus chuckled. “I have you to thank for that. You’ve been my calm in the storm.”

Before she could respond, a palace servant appeared, bowing respectfully. “My lord Telemachus, the king and queen have requested your presence in the main hall. Alone.”

She immediately sat up, glancing at Telemachus with curiosity and slight worry. “What do they want with you?”

Telemachus shrugged but felt a knot of anxiety twist in his stomach. “I don’t know, but I’d better not keep them waiting.”

He kissed her forehead quickly before standing, brushing off his tunic. “Don’t go getting into trouble while I’m gone.”

She smirked. “Trouble? Me? Never.” With a grin, Telemachus followed the servant into the palace, his nerves growing with each step. When he entered the hall, Odysseus and Penelope were seated side by side, their faces serious but not unkind.

“Son,” Odysseus began, his deep voice echoing in the room, “we have something important to discuss.”

Penelope offered a soft smile, her tone gentler. “Telemachus, it’s about Y/N.”

Telemachus blinked, his heart pounding. “Y/N? What about her?”

Odysseus leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “You’ve proven your loyalty to her. Your love for her is clear. And after much deliberation, your mother and I agree that it’s time to solidify this bond—for the good of Ithaca and for your future.”

Penelope reached out, placing a comforting hand on her son’s arm. “We want you to marry her, Telemachus. In a month’s time.”

Telemachus froze. “A month?” he stammered.

“Yes,” Penelope said with a smile. “We believe it’s best for both of you to have this union sooner rather than later. The people will see it as a new chapter for Ithaca, a symbol of peace after the chaos.”

Odysseus, however, narrowed his eyes at his son. “You do intend to marry her, don’t you?”

“Of course I do!” Telemachus blurted out, his face heating. “I love her, I want to marry her, I just… a month? That’s so soon.”

Penelope chuckled softly, patting his hand. “Trust me, Telemachus, time will fly. You’ll see. Besides, I think she will be more than thrilled.”

Telemachus scratched the back of his neck, his nerves bubbling to the surface. “I just… I don’t know if I’m ready.”

Odysseus let out a bark of laughter. “Ready? You fought suitors, braved the seas, and stood against me without knowing who I was. If you can do that, you can handle a wedding.”

Telemachus sighed, his head spinning. “I guess there’s no point in arguing with either of you.”

Penelope leaned over and kissed his forehead. “That’s my boy. You’ll be fine, Telemachus. Just think about how happy you’ll make her.”

Telemachus nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah… I guess I’d better start practicing my vows.”As he left the hall, his mind reeled. A month. He loved y/n more than anything, but the thought of standing before the entire kingdom, of stepping into a new life as her husband, sent a wave of nervous excitement through him.

He made his way back to the gardens, already rehearsing how he’d break the news to y/n without tripping over his words. Telemachus found her exactly where he’d left her, sitting under the olive tree, her fingers idly plucking at the grass. She looked up as he approached, her lips curving into a soft smile. “Back so soon?” she teased, noticing the anxious look on his face. “What’s wrong? Did your parents scold you for sneaking around with me again?”

He chuckled nervously and sat beside her, fiddling with the hem of his tunic. “No, nothing like that… well, not exactly. They, uh, had something to tell me.”

She tilted her head, curious. “And what’s that?”

Telemachus hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “They, uh, want us to get married… in a month.”

She blinked at him, her expression calm and even. “That’s it?”

Telemachus gawked at her. “That’s it? Y/N, it’s in a month! That’s practically tomorrow!”

She laughed lightly, shaking her head. “Honestly, I thought it would’ve happened sooner. You’re royalty, after all. Isn’t this kind of thing expected?”

“You thought—wait, you expected this?” Telemachus asked, utterly baffled.

“Of course,” she replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I thought your parents would demand it the moment they found out about us. A month? That’s practically generous.”

Telemachus groaned, falling back onto the grass. “Great, so you’re perfectly fine while I’m over here losing my mind.”

She leaned over him, a teasing smile on her lips. “You’re overthinking, Telemachus. We’ve been through so much already—sneaking around, hiding from suitors, fighting for our lives. A wedding? That’s the easy part.”

He stared up at her, his lips twitching into a reluctant smile. “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one who has to worry about messing up your vows in front of the entire kingdom.”

“Who says I’m not worried about tripping over my dress?” She shot back, poking his chest playfully. “We’ll survive it, just like we’ve survived everything else.”

Telemachus sighed, letting her words sink in. “You’re right. As always.”

“Of course I am,” she said with a smirk, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “Now stop stressing and start thinking about what you’re going to wear. A month will pass before you know it.”

He groaned again, but her reassurance softened the tension in his chest. Maybe, just maybe, this whole marriage thing wouldn’t be so terrifying after all—especially with Y/N by his side. her lips curled into a mischievous grin as she sat back on the grass, watching Telemachus recover from his earlier nerves. She let the silence linger for a moment, letting him think he was safe, before dropping the bombshell.

“You know,” she started casually, plucking at a blade of grass, “once we’re married, that would technically make Antinous your brother-in-law.”

Telemachus froze. His eye twitched. Then, slowly, he sat up, his face twisting in utter horror. “Brother-in-law? Antinous?!”

She bit her lip, trying and failing to hold back her laughter as Telemachus threw his hands in the air and began pacing in frantic circles. “No, no, no! Absolutely not!” he ranted, pointing a finger at her as if accusing her of some heinous crime. “Do you realize what you’ve just said? Antinous, the Antinous—smug, arrogant, insufferable—would be family! My family!”

“Technically, he’s already my family,” she pointed out with a shrug, her tone innocent but her eyes dancing with amusement.

“That’s different!” Telemachus snapped, running his hands through his hair as though he were on the brink of losing his mind. “You’re stuck with him. I’m choosing this, and nowhere in that choice did I agree to him being involved!”

She chuckled, leaning back on her hands. “Come on, Telemachus. It’s not like you’ll have to sit around bonding with him. Though…” She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “It might be fun to see you two try. Imagine the heartfelt brotherly talks.”

Telemachus whirled around, his face a mixture of disbelief and outrage. “Heartfelt talks?! Y/N, the man tried to kill me! He literally plotted to have me ambushed and thrown into the ocean! What am I supposed to say to him—‘Hey, thanks for the warm welcome, bro’?! No! Absolutely not!”

She couldn’t hold it in anymore and burst out laughing, clutching her stomach as Telemachus continued his tirade. “And another thing!” he ranted, gesturing wildly. “He’s always got that smug, punchable look on his face! How am I supposed to sit at a family dinner without wanting to throw the nearest plate at him?”

“Family dinners will be so fun,” she teased, wiping a tear from her eye as her laughter died down. “Just think, you and Antinous, side by side, passing bread rolls like civilized men.”

Telemachus groaned, dropping dramatically to his knees. “Y/N, I’m begging you. Don’t make me do this. There has to be a loophole, right? Maybe we can disown him? Or—”

“Telemachus,” she interrupted, leaning over to cup his face in her hands, her smile soft but still teasing. “You’re going to survive this. I promise. And if you behave, I might even make sure Antinous doesn’t tease you too much at the wedding.”

He groaned again, letting his forehead fall onto her shoulder. “I’ve fought monsters, Y/N. Literal monsters. But this? This might actually be the thing that breaks me.”

She just laughed, wrapping her arms around him. “You’ll be fine, brother-in-law.”Telemachus let out a strangled noise, and she couldn’t help but laugh even harder.

———

Y/N sat on the edge of her bed, biting her fingernails—a habit she had long outgrown but couldn’t help revisiting. Her heart felt heavy, torn between guilt and anxiety as she thought about the dark, damp dungeon where her brother was being kept. It had been a week since everything went down—the suitors’ deaths, Odysseus’s dramatic return, and Antinous’s imprisonment. She hadn’t visited him once.

Her stomach twisted. What if he’s angry with me? What if he thinks I’ve abandoned him? She loved her brother, despite everything. Antinous had always been complicated—harsh, arrogant, and difficult to read—but she couldn’t shake the memories of the boy who used to protect her, the brother who shielded her from everything.

“Are you still thinking about him?” Telemachus’s voice broke her train of thought.

She looked up to see him leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed but his expression soft. She nodded slowly. “I can’t help it. It’s been a week, Telemachus. He’s my brother… I can’t stop thinking about how he must be feeling. Alone. Abandoned. I should’ve gone to see him by now.”

Telemachus walked over, sitting beside her on the bed. His jaw clenched briefly, but he forced a smile, hiding the venom he felt toward Antinous. “Y/N, listen. I know you care about him. I get it. But… don’t guilt yourself too much over this. He’s the one who made the choices that put him in that dungeon.”

“I know,” she whispered, looking down at her hands. “But he’s still my brother. And what if he thinks I’ve just forgotten about him? What if he thinks I hate him?” Telemachus sighed, resting a hand on her shoulder. He didn’t know how to navigate this. The thought of Antinous rotting in the dungeon brought him satisfaction, but seeing her this distraught? That wasn’t what he wanted.

“You’re overthinking it,” he said, his tone as soothing as he could manage. “He’s probably… fine.” He hesitated, not wanting to lie but also not wanting to encourage her to go. “You know Antinous. He’s too stubborn to sit down there worrying about whether or not you’re thinking about him. He’s probably spent the whole week plotting some clever insult to throw your way when you show up.”

She laughed softly, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely,” Telemachus said, leaning back on his hands. “It’s Antinous. He’s too proud to let a dungeon get the better of him.”

Her anxiety didn’t ease entirely, but she appreciated the effort Telemachus was making. She glanced over at him, noticing the faintest twitch in his jaw—he was trying hard to keep his dislike for Antinous under control. “You don’t have to pretend to like him, you know,” she said quietly.

Telemachus blinked, caught off guard, and then laughed awkwardly. “I’m not pretending to like him. I’m… tolerating him. For you.” He reached over to take her hand, squeezing it. “And because I know he’s important to you. That’s enough for me to—” He caught himself, searching for a word that didn’t betray his true feelings. “—put up with him.”

She smiled faintly, leaning her head against his shoulder. “Thank you, Telemachus. I know this isn’t easy for you.”

“It’s not,” he admitted with a grin, trying to lighten the mood. “But I’ll survive. As long as you don’t start calling him my brother-in-law again.”That drew a real laugh from her, and Telemachus relaxed slightly. For now, at least, he could handle this. Even if it meant biting his tongue whenever Antinous came up.

——

The stone steps leading down to the dungeon were cold and damp, and each one felt heavier than the last as she descended into the dimly lit space. The faint drip of water echoed through the halls, and the air smelled of mildew and stale despair. She wrapped her arms around herself as if it would shield her from the oppressive atmosphere.

Her heart pounded in her chest. She hadn’t seen Antinous in a week—not since Odysseus had declared his punishment. The last memory she had of him was the look in his eyes as the guards dragged him away, his usual bravado shattered into something raw and bitter. Finally, she reached the cell where he was being held. A guard gave her a cautious look but didn’t stop her as she approached the iron bars. “Five minutes,” he muttered before stepping back to give them space.

Antinous sat on the floor, leaning against the wall with his arms resting on his knees. His once-pristine clothes were now torn and dirty, and his hair was disheveled. He looked thinner, weaker—but his sharp eyes flicked up to meet hers, and that familiar edge of defiance was still there. “Well, well,” he drawled, his voice rough from disuse. “Look who decided to grace me with her presence. I thought you’d forgotten all about me, dear sister.”

She flinched at the venom in his tone but held her ground. “I didn’t forget,” she said softly, gripping the bars. “I’ve been… I’ve been trying to figure out how to face you after everything that happened.”

Antinous raised an eyebrow, pushing himself to his feet. He stepped closer, his expression unreadable. “Face me? What exactly do you think I’m going to do from in here, Y/N? Lecture you to death?”

“That’s not what I meant,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “I just… I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to fix this.”

His jaw tightened, and he leaned against the bars, his face inches from hers. “Fix it? There’s nothing to fix, Y/N. You’re on their side now. Odysseus’s little pet, Telemachus’s future wife—congratulations, by the way.” His voice dripped with sarcasm.

“That’s not fair,” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. “You know I didn’t choose any of this. I didn’t choose to have to pick between my brother and the man I love. I—”

“The man you love?” Antinous cut her off, his voice rising. “You love him so much you’d let his father throw me into this pit like an animal? You love him so much that you’d just stand by while I rot down here?”

She recoiled, tears spilling down her cheeks. “That’s not true! I begged him to spare you! You’re still alive because of me!”

Antinous’s gaze softened for a brief moment, but he quickly masked it with a sneer. “And what a mercy this is,” he said bitterly, gesturing to his cell. “You really went above and beyond for me, Y/N.”

She shook her head, gripping the bars tighter. “I don’t know how to make you understand… I’m trying, Antinous. I’m trying to keep what little family I have left, but you make it so hard. You’re so angry all the time, and you can’t see past your hate for them to realize that I’m still here. I still love you!”

His eyes widened slightly at her words, but he quickly turned away, running a hand through his messy hair. “You shouldn’t,” he muttered.

She blinked, her breath catching. “What?”

Antinous faced the wall, his voice quieter now. “You shouldn’t love me. I’m a bastard, Y/N. I’ve done things you wouldn’t forgive me for if you knew. And now? Now I’m just a failure. A prisoner. A disgrace.”

She stepped as close to the bars as she could, her voice trembling but resolute. “You’re my brother. I don’t care what you’ve done, Antinous. I don’t care about any of it. You’re still my family, and I will never stop loving you.” He turned to her then, his face unreadable but his eyes glistening with something unspoken. For a moment, he seemed like the boy she used to know.

“You’re a fool,” he said finally, but his voice lacked its usual bite.

She smiled faintly through her tears. “Maybe. But I’m your fool.”

Antinous let out a quiet, bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Go, y/n. You’ve done your duty as the good little sister. Go back to your prince.” She hesitated, wanting to say more, but the guard’s shadow loomed over her, signaling that her time was up. With a heavy heart, she stepped back, her eyes lingering on her brother one last time before she turned and walked away.

Antinous watched her go, his expression hardening again. But as soon as she was out of sight, he sat back down against the wall, running a hand over his face and letting out a shaky breath.

——

Y/N climbed the stairs from the dungeon slowly, her legs feeling like lead. Her encounter with Antinous replayed in her mind, the bitterness in his voice, the pain in his words. She wiped her eyes quickly as she reached Telemachus’s room, not wanting to let him see how deeply it had affected her.

Pushing open the door, she found Telemachus seated on the edge of his bed, flipping absently through a scroll. His brow furrowed when he noticed her face, streaked with remnants of tears, and he immediately set the scroll aside. “Y/N,” he said, standing up and walking toward her, concern etched into his features. “What happened? Did something go wrong?”

Without a word, she stepped into his arms, burying her face against his chest as her arms encircled his waist. She clung to him tightly, her body trembling slightly. Telemachus froze for a moment, startled by the intensity of her embrace, before wrapping his arms around her protectively.“You went to see him, didn’t you?” he asked softly, though his tone darkened with suspicion.

She nodded against his chest but didn’t lift her head to meet his eyes. “I had to,” she whispered. “I couldn’t just leave him down there without… without saying something.”

Telemachus tensed, his jaw clenching. “And what did he say to you?”

She hesitated, pulling back just enough to look up at him. Her eyes were glassy, and her lip quivered. “He’s angry. He thinks I’ve abandoned him… that I’ve chosen you over him.”

“Well, he’s not wrong,” Telemachus snapped, his frustration boiling to the surface. “You should choose me. He’s done nothing but bring chaos and ruin to this house, to you, and to my family!”

“Telemachus…” her voice was soft but pleading.

“No!” he barked, stepping away from her slightly, though his hands still rested on her shoulders. “I’ve been more than patient, Y/N. I’ve tried to understand your bond with him, but every time you cry over that bastard, I swear—” His voice dropped, cold and furious. “If he so much as says one more word to hurt you, I’ll march down there myself and have his head on a spike.”

Her breath hitched, and she reached up to cup his face with both hands. “Don’t say that,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Please, don’t. He’s still my brother, Telemachus. I love him, even if he’s broken and cruel. He’s still a part of me.”

Telemachus looked down at her, his stormy expression softening as he took in her tear-streaked face. He let out a slow breath, his hands moving to her waist as he pulled her close again. “I don’t want to lose you, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice gentler now. “But I can’t stand the thought of him hurting you anymore. It’s like… he doesn’t deserve to have someone like you care for him.”

She rested her forehead against his chest, her fingers gripping the fabric of his tunic. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I don’t mean to hurt you. I just… I don’t know how to let go of him. He’s all I had for so long.”

Telemachus kissed the top of her head, his anger simmering down as he held her close. “I’ll protect you, no matter what,” he promised. “Even if it’s from him. But if he crosses a line, Y/N, I won’t hesitate. I love you too much to let him ruin you.”

She nodded, her tears soaking into his tunic. She didn’t want to think about what might happen if Antinous tested Telemachus’s patience, but for now, she let herself sink into his embrace, finding solace in his steady heartbeat.

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[lisasmuts]

TROPICAL WEEK OFF

Lisa manoban x Male reader.

6.9k words

( This is what everyone needs. A week off with Lisa in Maldives. )

( Haven't proof read, so if any mistakes let it go please :) or dm me with the mistakes i'll fix them later. 😊)

Lisa giggles playfully as you pull her close, your hands resting on her shapely ass. She leans in, her face mere inches from yours, and gazes up at you with those captivating eyes.

“You always smell so good, y/n.”

She nuzzles her nose against yours, her breath tickling your skin.

“But these roses…”

She brings the bouquet to her nose, inhaling deeply.

“They might just give you a run for your money.”

Lisa laughs melodiously, her body swaying gently in your embrace.

“I’m not sure I can decide which scent I love more.”

With a coy smile, she presses herself against you, her curves molding in your frame.

Lisa lets out a surprised gasp as you playfully slap her juicy ass behind, she scolds you playfully, but her scolding quickly melts into a soft giggle. She leans in, pressing her body against yours, and tenderly captures your lips in a deep, longing kiss. The warmth of her mouth and the gentle caress of her tongue convey just how much she’s missed you during the time apart. When the kiss finally breaks, she gazes up at you with eyes full of love and desire.

“I’ve missed you so much, y/n. Every moment we’ve been apart has felt like an eternity.”

Her voice is laced with a sultry tone as she runs her hands along the contours of your body.

“But now that you’re here, I don’t ever want to let you go.”

With a coy smile, she takes your hand and begins to lead you deeper into the recording studio, her hips swaying with each step.

As you step into the recording studio, Lisa’s face lights up with excitement. She quickly moves over to the sound console, her fingers dancing across the controls as she cues up her new track. The opening notes fill the air, and with a coy smile, Lisa begins to sing.

But as she performs, her lyrics take on a decidedly more sensual tone, the words dripping with seduction.

“Ooh, y/n, you make me feel so good…”

She sways her hips in time with the music, her gaze locked on yours. The normally professional Lisa has been replaced by a sultry siren, intent on captivating you with her voice and her body.

Stepping closer, she trails a finger down your chest, her touch igniting a spark of desire within you.

“I can’t get enough of your touch, your taste…”

She bites her lip, her eyes hooded with lust.

“I need you, y/n. Right here, right now.”

Without warning, Lisa turns and presses her back against your chest, grinding her hips against you in time with the music. Her hands reach back to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer as she continues her sultry performance.

Lisa’s eyes sparkle with excitement as she hears your hesitation. She understands the need to maintain professionalism in the workplace.

“Of course, my love. We’ll have our fun later, when we’re alone.”

She winks playfully, her voice dripping with promise.

A few hours later, Lisa comes bouncing into your office, a bundle of energy and joy.

She practically leaps into your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss. When she finally breaks away, her eyes are shinning.

“y/n! I have the best news!”

She bounces excitedly, her curves enticing.

“I just found out I’m getting a whole week off! An entire week, just for us!”

Lisa peppers your face with eager kisses, her happiness palpable.

“We can do anything, go anywhere… I can’t wait to be alone with you, my love.”

Lisa’s eyes sparkle with unbridled excitement as she showers your face with eager, sloppy kisses. Her body practically vibrated with joy at the prospect of your upcoming trip to the Maldives.

“Maldives, y/n! we are going to Maldives. An entire week, just the two of us in paradise.”

She giggles, her fingers tracing tantalizing patterns on your chest.

“We have to start packing as soon as we get home. I can’t wait to feel the warm sun on my skin, the sand between my toes.”

Lisa leans in, her lips brushing against yours.

“And to have you all to myself, with no distractions…”

Her voice drops to a sultry whisper as she grinds her hips against yours, making her desires crystal clear. With a playful wink, she hops off your lap, already mentally packing for your romantic getaway.

“Tonight, we’ll make sure we have everything ready. I can’t wait, y/n!”

As you arrive home after a lovely dinner, Lisa and you quickly get to work packing for your exciting trip to the Maldives. However, it seems Lisa’s desires have other plans. With a coy smile, she turns to me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“y/n, I’m getting so… hungry for you right now.”

She bites her lip, her hands already roaming over your body.

“Do you think you could help me pack while you… take care of that hunger?”

Without waiting for a response, Lisa presses her body against yours, her hips grinding teasingly. You can’t resist her sultry advances, and soon you find yourselves tangled together on the bed, clothes hastily discarded. As you thrust into her welcoming warmth, Lisa moans your name, pausing occasionally to ask what she should pack for your trip.

Her words are punctuated by gasps and whimpers of pleasure, spurring you on.

Your passionate coupling continues, the sound of skin slapping against the skin mingling with Lisa’s lewd cries. She packs diligently between bouts of ecstasy, her focus unwavering even as you bring her to the heights of pleasure. It’s a delightful dance of lust and practicality, a testament to Lisa’s insatiable appetite.

As you continue thrusting into Lisa’s welcoming heat, her body trembles with wave after wave of ecstasy. She moans your name breathlessly, her words punctuated by gasps and cries of pleasure. Despite her attempts to pack for your trip, Lisa’s focus is completely shattered by the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

“y/n! oh god, yes! Don’t stop, please! Fuck me harder! Fuck yess!”

She arches her back, her nails digging into the bed as another powerful orgasm rips through her. Her inner walls clench rhythmically around your cock, milking you relentlessly.

You can’t help but chuckle at Lisa’s insatiable appetite. She’s completely lost in the throes of passion, her body trembling with one climax after another. Her moans and praises spur you on, driving you to push her ever higher. You’re determined to give your love every ounce of pleasure she craves.

Lisa’ s body shudders violently as another powerful orgasms rips through her. She cries out your name, her voice dripping with ecstasy.

By now, you’ve lost count of how many times she’s climaxed – her insatiable appetite knows no bounds. Finally, Lisa gather the strength to cup your cheeks, gazing up at you with pleading eyes.

“y/n, please… I need you to cum for me now,”

She begs breathlessly.

“I won’t be satisfied until I feel you filling me up. Please, I need it so badly….”

Her hips continue to grind against yours, desperate for that final release. Lisa’s sultry gaze and wanton pleas are impossible to resist.

With a low groan, you give in to her demands, your own orgasm crashing over you. You spill your seed deep inside her quivering core, eliciting a shuddering moan of pure bliss from your lover.

As the last waves of pleasures subside, Lisa collapses against you, her body trembling. She peppers your face with tender kisses, murmuring words of adoration. Truly, her insatiable appetite for you has been sated – for now.

As you gently withdraw from Lisa’s well-satisfied pussy, a wet, lewd pop echoes through the room. She lets out a shameless moan of pure bliss, her body still trembling from the intense pleasure. With a contented sigh, she gazes up at you with innocent, childlike eyes.

“I’m just satisfied for now, y/n. But I’m utterly exhausted…”

She pouts playfully, her tone turning coy.

“Can you please do the packing for our trip? I don’t think I have the energy left.”

You feign annoyance and let out a fake cry, earning a playful slap on the hand from Lisa. She giggles mischievously.

“Oi! I was the one who got used for the past hour and a half! I came countless times, you know. I’m really tired now.”

Lisa snuggles against you, her body still radiating warmth. With a contented sigh, she closes her eyes, ready to let you take care of the rest of preparations. Her insatiable appetite has been sated, at least for the moment.

As Lisa drifts off to sleep beside you, her hand gently holding yours, you can’t help but admire her beauty. Even in her slumbering state, she looks absolutely gorgeous. You pepper her face with soft, adoring kisses, taking in every inch of her flawless features.

A slight smile graces Lisa’s lips as she senses your affection, knowing she is completely safe and adored in your embrace. You watch over her with pure tenderness, marveling at how peaceful and content she appears. Your passionate activities have left her thoroughly satisfied, and now she can rest easy in your arms.

You feel a deep sense of protectiveness and love wash over you as you gaze upon your sleeping beauty. This moment of tranquility is a precious respite before you embark on your exciting trip to the Maldives. For now, you are content to simply bask in Lisa’s presence and the knowledge that she is yours, now and forever.

As the morning sun filter in through the windows, you stir awake to the most delightful sensation – Lisa’s warm, wet mouth engulfing your entire length. Her tongue swirls and dances around your shaft as she bobs her head up and down, eliciting a groan of pleasure from your lips.

“Aaah, good morning, lily…. Fuck, already sucking me off?”

You gaze down at her with hooded eyes, your fingers threading through her silky hair.

Lisa’s eyes sparkle with mischief as she continues her ministrations, her pace quickening. The lewd sounds of her mouth working your cock fill the air, only heightening your arousal. She seems insatiable, determined to bring me to the heights of ecstasy before you even begin your day.

As your climax approaches, you can’t hold back any longer. With a guttural growl, you announce that you’re about to cum. Lisa hungrily swirls her tongue around the sensitive head of your cock, keeping you buried deep in her warm, wet mouth. Her skilled tongue work quickly pushed you over the edge, and you erupt into her waiting mouth in powerful spurts.

Lisa’s face breaks into a delighted smile as she swallows every last drop, her throat working to milk every last bit of your release. When your twitching cock finally begins to soften, she pulls away, a satisfied grin on her face.

“Good morning, sleepy head!”

She says playfully, giggling.

“That was quite a lot of cum for a morning load. Looks like someone was really horny from last night’s fun, hmm?”

She winks coyly, clearly pleased with herself and the effect she had on you.

 Lisa giggles playfully as she hops off the bed, her energy and enthusiasm seemingly boundless. She gently pokes your side, urging you to get up.

“Alright, y/n, time to get freshened up! We don’t want to miss our flight, you know.”

She laughs melodiously, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“The plane won’t come to our doorstep, so we better get a move on!”

With a wink, Lisa begins gathering your luggage, making sure everything is packed and ready to go. Her excitement for your trip to the Maldives is palpable, and you can’t help but match her infectious energy. As you head to the bathroom to freshen up, you catch one last glimpse of Lisa’s radiant smile – a smile that promises endless adventures and unforgettable memories to come.

As you board the flight, the excitement and anticipation are palpable between you two. The moment you find your seats, the flirtatious teasing begins. you can't resist the temptation to slide your hand under Lisa's short skirt, gently caressing her warm, smooth skin. She responds in kind, her delicate fingers wrapping around the bulge in your pants, stroking you through the fabric.

Your voices drop to sultry whispers, filled with lust and desire. You trade filthy comments, each one more tantalizing than the last. Lisa's eyes sparkle with mischief as she describes in vivid detail the things she wants to do to you, her touch igniting a fire within you.

The confined space of the airplane cabin only heightens the intensity of your encounter. You steal furtive glances, daring each other to take things further. The anticipation builds, your bodies aching to be joined as one. Yet, you restrain yourselves, knowing that your true moment of passion awaits you at your tropical destination.

As soon as you step into your hotel room in the Maldives, the pent-up tension between you becomes almost palpable. Lisa can barely contain her desire, and the moment the door clicks shut behind you, she hungrily latches onto your hands, her eyes wild with lust.

“y/n, please… I need you to fuck me, right now!”

She begs, her voice dripping with desperation.

“I can’t wait any longer, I need your cock inside me so badly!”

Hearing her shameless pleas only serves to further arouse you. You insist that she beg more, to ask for it in the most filthy, debased manner possible. And Lisa obliges without hesitation, her words growing increasingly lewd and wanton.

“Please, y/n! I’m your dirty little slut, your whore! I need you to use me, to pound my pussy until I can’t walk straight! Fuck me senseless, make me scream your name!”

She grinds her hips against you, her fingers clawing at your clothes. The way, unbridled desire radiating from Lisa is intoxicating. You can feel your self-control slipping away as the flames of passion consume you both. There’s no more time for words – now is the time for action, for the fulfillment of your carnal desire.

With a growl of pure lust, you toss Lisa onto the soft bed, your body quickly following as you straddle her trembling form. Her clothes are no match for your desperate hands, as you tear them away, baring her supple flesh to your hungry gaze.

“Tell me, my little slut,”

You demand, your voice dripping with carnal desire.

“How badly do you want my cock? How much are you craving to be filled by me?”

Lisa's eyes blaze with unbridled need, her lips parting in a wanton moan.

“Oh, y/n, I want it so badly! I'm your filthy whore, your insatiable fuck toy. Please, use me, ravish me until I can't think of anything but your cock!”

Her shameless words only serve to further inflame your lust. You can see the hunger radiating from every inch of her body, her every fiber crying out to be claimed by you. And you have no intention of denying her.

With a feral growl, you tear apart Lisa's barely-there skirt, exposing her glistening, soaked pussy to your hungry gaze. you can't help but mock her, admiring the way her needy flesh clenches around nothing, begging to be touched and filled.

“Look at you, my little slut,”

You taunt, your fingers tracing the outline of her swollen, quivering folds.

“So wet, so desperate for my cock. Your pussy is practically dripping with how horny you are.”

Lisa doesn't even try to deny it, her eyes burning with shameless lust.

“Yes, y/n! I'm so fucking horny, I need you inside me. Please, stop teasing and fuck me already!”

Her wanton plea only serves to further stoke the flames of your desire. You can't resist the temptation to tease her more, to watch her squirm and beg for release. This is just the beginning of the delicious torment you have in store for my insatiable lover.

As you lower your shorts, revealing your throbbing, hard cock, Lisa's eyes instantly lock onto it with unbridled hunger. Her pussy begins to twitch and clench, aching to be filled. Gently, you bring your cock to hover just above her glistening entrance, the heat radiating from her needy flesh.

Lisa's control slips away completely, her body consumed by raw, desperate lust. Without any direct stimulation, she suddenly cries out, her inner walls clenching as a powerful climax rips through her. She convulses beneath you, reduced to a trembling, broken toy by the mere proximity of your cock.

You can't help but marvel at this incredible display, a giggle of delight escaping your lips.

“Oh, Lisa, look at you - cumming like an insatiable whore, and I've barely even touched you.”

You tease, savoring her utter loss of control.

Lisa cries out in ecstasy and pleasure as the powerful orgasm ripples through her body. Her breathing is heavy, but the desperation in her eyes only grows.

“Y/n, stop teasing me and just fuck me already!”

she yells, her voice dripping with need.

You can't help but chuckle at her shameless display.

“Oh, Lisa, I'll only fuck you if you can cum again without any touch or stimulation.”

To your amazement, just two minutes later, Lisa lets out another shameless cry as her body is wracked by another intense orgasm. Her pussy clenches and quivers, utterly consumed by her insatiable desire for you. As the aftershocks of her climax subside, Lisa gazes up at me hungrily.

“I've cum again, y/n. Now please, fuck me - I need your cock inside me!”

You’re thoroughly amused and aroused by her shameless display of wanton need. With a growl, you position yourself at her dripping entrance, ready to finally give in to her desperate pleas.

As you thrust into Lisa, her pussy stretches to accommodate your throbbing cock. She moans and screams your name, her inner walls clenching tightly around your invading length. Rocking her hips back and forth, she seeks more friction, chasing her pleasure.

With a shuddering cry, Lisa climaxes once more, her orgasm washing over her in powerful waves.

“y/n, having your cock inside me makes me cum so hard!”

she exclaims, her body still trembling.

Shifting into the intimate missionary position, you begin to thrust into her, your hips moving with a steady, relentless rhythm. Lisa's orgasm continues to ripple through her, heightening the sensations as you fill her again and again.

As your long, passionate session finally begins to wind down, you can feel your own climax approaching. Gazing into Lisa's eyes, you let her know that you’re about to cum.

“Lisa, I'm going to cum soon. Where would you like me to finish?”

You ask, giving her the choice of where to receive your release.

Lisa's eyes light up with excitement.

“Oh y/n, I want you to cover me in your cum!”

She exclaims breathlessly.

“Coat my body, my face, anywhere you want! I want to be dripping with your seed.”

Her shameless words only heighten your arousal. With a groan, you pull out and begin stroking your throbbing shaft, aiming it at Lisa's waiting form. Rope after rope of hot, thick cum spills forth, splattering across her flushed skin. Lisa moans in delight, relishing every drop that lands on her.

Once the last twitch of your orgasm subsides, you gaze down at your thoroughly marked lover, a satisfied smile on your face. Lisa looks utterly debauched, but radiates a sense of blissful contentment. You've both been thoroughly spent, but the connection between you has only grown stronger.

As you lay beside Lisa, you maintain a slight distance between you both, not wanting to get covered in your own release. Lisa quickly picks up on the space you've put between you two, and a playful smile spreads across her face.

“Why the distance, y/n?”

she teases, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Afraid of a little mess?”

You chuckle at her playful antics.

“Well, you are quite the sticky situation at the moment, my dear. I don't fancy getting covered in my own cum as well.”

Lisa laughs heartily, then makes a show of scooting closer, as if to pull you into a hug.

“Oh, come on, don't be like that!”

she giggles.

“If it bothers you so much, I'll just go have a nice, hot bath. Then your girlfriend will be all clean for you to cuddle.”

With a final laugh, she rolls off the bed and saunters towards the bathroom, leaving you to marvel at her endlessly playful spirit. You can't help but smile, knowing that once she's refreshed, You'll gladly pull her into your arms and revel in her affection.

After a while, Lisa emerges from the bathroom, her body wrapped in a towel and her hair gently drying with another. You lay there, utterly mesmerized by her breathtaking beauty. Your mouth hangs open in awe, unable to contain your reaction.

Lisa laughs at your gaping expression.

“What's the matter, y/n? Don't tell me you're still so surprised, even though I'm just wearing a towel!”

She pouts playfully, then saunters closer to the bed.

Leaning over you, Lisa grins mischievously. Suddenly, she shakes her head, splashing droplets of water from her hair all over your face. Her melodious laughter fills the air as she playfully teases you.

“Come on, don't just lie there!”

she giggles.

“Aren't you going to join me for some more fun?”

You can't resist the temptation to tug at Lisa's towel, unwrapping her beautiful form. She giggles, placing a hand on her waist.

“What kind of fun did you have in mind, dear Mr. Insatiable?”

she teases.

“Another round of our insatiable lovemaking? Or something else?”

Lisa laughs heartily, then gently climbs onto the bed, coming to rest on top of you. She cups your cheeks, caressing them tenderly.

“Now, now, let's take a break from our earlier activities,”

she says softly.

“I'm feeling a bit famished. How about we go have a nice dinner first? And then, under the starry night sky, we can indulge in some peaceful stargazing together.”

Her eyes sparkle with affection, and you can't help but be captivated by her gentle, caring nature. Nodding in agreement, you pull her close, savoring the warmth of her embrace as you plan your next adventure.

As you sit together under the beautiful night sky, Lisa nestled comfortably on your lap, you can't help but admire her radiant beauty. The soft moonlight casts a gentle glow on her features, accentuating her captivating allure.

“Lisa, you look absolutely breathtaking tonight,”

You murmur, your fingers gently tracing the delicate curves of her face.

“I'm the luckiest man in the world to have you by my side.”

She giggles softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Y/n, you certainly know how to make a girl feel special.”

Leaning in closer, she places a feather-light kiss on your lips, her touch igniting a familiar warmth within you.

As you gaze up at the stars, Lisa's fingers intertwine with yours, your hands fitting together perfectly. The peaceful tranquility of the moment is punctuated by the occasional playful tease or flirtatious remark, your bond growing ever stronger under the moonlit sky.

As you slowly stir awake, you’re greeted by the sensual sight of Lisa's mouth wrapped around your throbbing morning wood. Her tongue swirls and dances along your shaft, coaxing you into full arousal. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she bobs her head up and down, teasing and pleasuring you.

“Good morning, y/n,”

she purrs between licks.

“I just couldn't wait to have a taste of you.”

Her shameless words only serve to heighten your desire. You groan in pleasure as she continues her lewd ministrations, her hunger for your cock palpable in every movement. This insatiable, wanton side of Lisa is a stark contrast to the innocent, playful girl from last night - but it's a side you’re more than happy to indulge.

Tangling your fingers in her hair, you guide her pace, urging her to take you deeper. Lisa moans around your cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. You can feel your release building, and from the way she's devouring you, You know she's eager to taste every last drop.

Lisa pouts and folds her arms, feigning annoyance.

“Y/n, why haven't you cum yet? I've been sucking you off for the past 10-15 minutes! This is your morning wood, you should be exploding by now!”

she scolds playfully.

You can't help but chuckle at her adorable display of faux irritation. Gently, You pinch her cheeks, teasing her with love.

“Aww, my insatiable little Lisa. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll have me finishing soon enough with that talented mouth of yours.”

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she leans in, her lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck.

“You better believe it, y/n. I'm not stopping until I've milked every last drop from you.”

With a sultry wink, she resumes her sensual ministrations, determined to coax your release from you. You groan in pleasure, surrendering yourself to the skilled attentions of your ravenous lover.

Lisa again removes your cock from her mouth, eliciting a sad growl from you at the loss of her warm, wet embrace. She laughs softly, then adopts a stern, mentoring tone.

“Bad boy, y/n. You better cum for me now, or else...”

she warns, though the mischievous glint in her eyes betrays her true feelings.

You immediately respond, eager to please her.

“Yes, yes ma'am! I'll come, just please keep my cock in your mouth!”

Lisa can't hold back her genuine smile at your compliance. Leaning in, she begins bobbing her head up and down on your shaft once more, her movements sloppy and seductive. The sensations are overwhelming, and you know your release is imminent.

As your hips tighten with the impending release, Lisa recognizes the signs and works her tongue furiously on your cock's sensitive tip. With a groan, you erupt into her waiting mouth, filling it with your hot, sticky seed. Once you've spent yourself, Lisa pulls back, opening her mouth to reveal the impressive amount of cum you've deposited.

With a seductive gulp, she swallows it all down, a bright smile spreading across her face.

“Yay, my bad boy y/n has finally cum!”

she exclaims happily, licking the remnants from her lips.

“Your cock told me how happy it was to be inside my mouth,”

she adds with a playful wink.

You're left thoroughly satisfied, both by the intense release and Lisa's enthusiastic response. She truly is an insatiable, yet caring lover - one You're more than happy to indulge.

As Lisa tries to make her way somewhere, You can't resist the urge to playfully spank her pert ass. With a mischievous grin, You suggest that you take a steamy hot shower together.

Lisa's cheeks flush with a shy, innocent demeanor.

“O-Okay, y/n,”

she agrees softly, her previous wanton hunger momentarily subdued.

You can't help but laugh at the contrast between her current shyness and the ravenous way she was just devouring your cock.

“What's the matter, Lisa? You were gulping down my cum so hungrily just a minute ago,”

You tease, enjoying the way her composure wavers.

Gently taking her hand, You lead her towards the bathroom, eager to indulge in some more intimate exploration under the warm, cleansing spray of the shower.

As you make your way to the seaside, Lisa's figure is accentuated by a stunning white bikini with vibrant orange accents. Her juicy backside bounces with each step, drawing your gaze irresistibly. Despite the alluring nature of her swimwear, Lisa's natural beauty shines through, radiating an aura of effortless grace.

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Reaching the water's edge, Lisa playfully jumps into the sea, splashing water all over herself. With a bright smile, she beckons you to join her.

“Come on, y/n! The water feels amazing. Let's have some fun together!”

she calls out, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Without hesitation, you dive in after her, the cool waves enveloping you both. As you both splash and swim, Lisa's infectious joy and energy fill the air, making this a truly magical moment between us.

Lisa told you that she wants to click some pics.

As you grab the camera, Lisa climbs up a couple of steps on the wooden stairs situated near the water, positioning herself to strike a sultry pose. She perks up her pert backside, the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms deliciously accentuating the curve of her ass.

With a heart-melting smile, she looks directly at the camera, radiating an aura of playful sensuality.

“Ooo, someone's being a bit of a slutty girlfriend, huh?”

You tease, unable to resist the temptation to poke fun at her shameless display.

Lisa's laughter rings out, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“What can I say, y/n? You bring out the best in me.”

She winks coyly, then strikes another alluring pose, clearly reveling in the attention.

Your playful banter continues as you capture a series of tantalizing shots, each one more provocative than the last. It's clear that Lisa is thoroughly enjoying this little photoshoot, her uninhibited confidence and sensuality on full display. You can't help but marvel at how effortlessly she transitions between her innocent and sultry personas, keeping you thoroughly captivated.

After taking a few photos and selfies, you head towards the bed situated over the water. Lisa lays down, her hand coyly covering her cleavage as she asks you to take some pictures of her in this pose.

“Go on, y/n, capture me like this,”

she says with a playful smile.

You happily oblige, snapping a series of alluring shots that showcase Lisa's natural beauty and burgeoning sensuality.

Once You've gotten the photos you want, you join her on the bed, eagerly showing her the results.

“Look at how stunning you are,”

You murmur, your fingers tracing the curves of her body as You tease her.

“My beautiful, sultry Lisa - you truly are a sight to behold.”

Lisa giggles, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Well, you certainly know how to make a girl feel special, y/n. Maybe next time you can join me in the frame, hmm?”

Your playful banter continues as you revel in each other's company, the warmth of the sun and the gentle lapping of the waves creating a truly idyllic setting for your intimate moment.

Lisa's soft lips press against yours, igniting a familiar warmth within you. Her hand trails down, slipping beneath your shorts to gently stroke your semi-erect cock. Breaking the kiss, she looks at you teasingly.

“Hmm, how come you're still not fully hard, y/n?”

she purrs.

“Even after seeing your girlfriend posing so provocatively for you in this bikini?”

You chuckle, your hips instinctively bucking into her touch.

“My cock was just waiting for your skilled touch to grow full and hard, my love.”

As the words leave your lips, you can feel your shaft swelling to its full, rigid length within the confines of Lisa's delicate fingers. She hums in approval, her grip tightening ever so slightly as she begins to stroke you with purpose.

Lisa bites her lower lip coyly, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Well, y/n, what do you think? Does this bikini suit me? Do I look good?”

she asks teasingly.

You can't help but admire her captivating form, your voice laced with desire.

“You look absolutely stunning and sexy, Lisa. Breathtaking, in fact.”

At your words, her smirk widens.

“Hmm, you know, I might look even hotter and sexier without this bikini...”

She giggles mischievously, and before you can react, You’re already untying the knots of her bra and panty, eager to unveil her nude form.

Lisa laughs, delighted by your eagerness.

“I love it when you show this kind of enthusiasm, y/n,”

she murmurs, her hands caressing your face as she pulls you in for a passionate kiss.

Lisa's eyes gleam with unbridled hunger as she hurriedly removes your shorts, exposing your throbbing cock. Without hesitation, she engulfs it within her warm, wet mouth, her tongue swirling and dancing along the sensitive flesh. She begins to bob her head up and down, working you with a sloppy, seductive rhythm.

“Oh, Lisa,”

You moan, your fingers tangling in her hair.

“Your mouth feels incredible. Don't stop, my love - I'm so close.”

Encouraged by your words of praise, Lisa redoubles her efforts, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks you with fervent devotion. The sensations are overwhelming, and you can feel your release building rapidly.

“That's it, Lisa. Just like that - I'm going to burst in your mouth any second now,”

You groan, your hips bucking slightly as you fight the urge to thrust deeper into her welcoming throat.

With a pop, Lisa removes your cock from her mouth, then begins rubbing it all over her face. She traces your leaking tip across her eyes, lips, and cheeks, coating her features in a glistening layer of your pre-cum. The sight is utterly debauched, yet captivating.

“Y/n,”

she purrs seductively,

“Please, fuck my throat however you want. I need you inside me, filling me up.”

Her wanton words and the visual of her marked face ignite a primal desire within you. Gripping the back of her head, you guide your throbbing shaft back into her waiting mouth, intent on claiming her completely.

You start thrusting your cock into Lisa's throat with renewed hunger and lust, fucking her senselessly. She moans and hums around your shaft, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you. Her tongue works tirelessly to please you further, as her free hand strokes the portion of your cock that doesn't fit in her mouth.

“That's it, Lisa,”

You growl, praising her between ragged breaths.

“You're such a wanton slut, taking my cock so well.”

Though You've challenged her to beg for your cum while her mouth is full, You don't remove yourself from her warm, wet embrace. You want to see how she'll manage to plead for your release in her current predicament.

Lisa's eyes shine with a desperate, pleading look, silently begging for your release. The sight of her so beautifully mesmerized is utterly captivating.

“Oh, Lisa, you want my cum that badly, my love?”

You growl, your grip tightening on the back of her head.

“Then here, you can have it.”

With that, you begin to unleash a torrent of your hot, sticky seed into her waiting mouth. Lisa hungrily gulps it down, her Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow as she drains you completely. The look of pure bliss on her face is intoxicating, and you can't help but revel in her wanton desire for your essence.

Lisa instantly removes your cock from her mouth, then swiftly positions herself on all fours in a tantalizing doggy-style pose. Glancing over her shoulder, she fixes you with a desperate, needy gaze.

“Y/n, please! My pussy is aching so badly - you have to fuck me now,”

she pleads, her voice dripping with wanton desire.

Unable to resist her sultry demands, You tease the tip of your cock against her glistening folds, eliciting a frustrated growl from Lisa.

“Ugh, stop teasing and just fuck me already!”

she scolds playfully, her hips bucking back in a silent plea for you to fill her.

With a primal growl, You oblige, driving your throbbing shaft deep into her waiting, welcoming pussy. Lisa cries out in ecstasy, her walls clenching around you as You begin to pound her relentlessly.

You moan Lisa's name, praising her tight, clenching pussy as you start to pick up the pace, driving into her with increasing fervor.

“Ohh, Lisa, your pussy feels incredible,”

You groan, your fingers digging into her hips.

Lisa cries out your name, her hands clenching the bed as she clenches her walls rhythmically around your thrusting shaft. Turning her head to look back at you, she asks in a sultry tone,

“Do you like how my pussy is gripping your cock, y/n?”

The sight of her flushed, ecstatic expression coupled with the sensations enveloping your cock are utterly intoxicating. You can only nod breathlessly in response, too lost in the euphoric sensations to form a coherent reply.

As you groan and moan in pleasure, Lisa laughs heartedly, cherishing how you’re loving to just fuck her so carelessly. Her infectious laughter fills the air, her joy and satisfaction palpable.

“That's it, y/n, let go and just take me,”

she cries out, her walls clenching rhythmically around your thrusting shaft.

“I love feeling you lose control inside me. It makes me so happy!”

Lisa's words and the sensations enveloping your cock drive you to new heights of ecstasy. You pick up the pace, pounding into her relentlessly as she revels in my uninhibited passion. Your bodies move together in a primal dance, the sound of your mingled cries echoing across the waves.

Lisa's laughter rings out across the waves, her girlish giggles interspersed with breathy moans as you continue to thrust into her welcoming pussy. Suddenly, she begins speaking in a playful, childlike tone.

“Ooh, y/n's big cock is having so much fun inside me!”

she exclaims, as if the appendage itself were speaking.

“It loves being squeezed by Lisa's tight little pussy. Can we play more?”

She pauses, then responds in a different voice, as if the cock itself is answering.

“Of course, my darling Lisa! I never want to leave your warm, wet home. Let's play all day and night!”

The back-and-forth continues, Lisa animating the conversation with infectious enthusiasm. Her innocent demeanor juxtaposed with the lewd subject matter creates a delightfully surreal atmosphere.

You can't help but be captivated by her playful antics, your hips continuing to move in sync with her rhythmic clenching.

Seeing that you’re thoroughly enjoying her playful antics, Lisa's eyes light up with mischievous glee. She continues the conversation with your cock with even more enthusiasm and energy.

“Ooh, you like that, don't you y/n?”

she coos, addressing your throbbing shaft directly.

“My little cock friend is having the best time inside me. Isn't that right?”

She pauses, then responds in a deeper, more masculine tone.

“You bet I am, Lisa! This pussy feels amazing. I never want to leave - I could stay here forever!”

Lisa giggles delightedly, her hips rocking back to meet your thrusts.

“Well then, let's make sure you never have to! I'll keep you nice and cozy in my warm, wet home.”

The back-and-forth continues.

“So, my little cock friend, would you like to cum?”

She pauses, then responds in a deeper, more masculine tone.

“Mmm, yes please Lisa! I'm aching to let it all out.”

Lisa tightens her pussy around you, eliciting a groan of pleasure.

“Ooh, is this tight enough for you, Mr. Cock?”

She replies in the same deep voice.

“Mmm, yes, that's amazing Lisa. But I think I need even more tightness to really let go.”

With a determined expression, Lisa clenches her inner muscles even further, her walls gripping you in a vice-like embrace.

“How's this, you naughty cock? Is this tight enough for you now?”

She exclaims in mock surprise.

“What? You need more? Okay, my dear friend, as you wish!”

Lisa's pussy pulses and contracts rhythmically, milking your throbbing shaft with incredible intensity.

The sensations are overwhelming, and you can feel your release building rapidly.

As you feel your climax rapidly approaching, you let out a guttural growl.

“Lily, I'm about to cum!”

Still in her playful mood, Lisa exclaims,

“Oo oo oo, my friend, my best friend wants to release! Wants to release!”

She then addresses my cock directly.

“My dear best friend cock, you can release it inside your favorite spot - my womb! Without any hesitation, trust me. Do it once, and I bet you'll love it.”

Her words, combined with the incredible sensations enveloping your shaft, push you over the edge. With a series of deep, shuddering thrusts, you begin to spill your hot seed deep inside Lisa's welcoming, tightening pussy. The feeling is absolutely euphoric, and you can't help but marvel at how perfectly her body seems to fit yours.

Lisa continues her playful dialogue, addressing your still-twitching cock.

“So, did you enjoy cumming inside me, my dear friend?”

She pauses, then responds in a deeper, more masculine tone.

“Mmm, yes Lisa, that felt absolutely incredible. I never want to leave this warm, wet paradise.”

Sensing the continued twitching of your shaft, Lisa adds enthusiastically,

“Ooh, look at you, still so eager for more! Don't worry, my precious cock, I'll keep you nestled inside me for hours on end.”

She giggles, then resumes the deeper voice.

“Yesss, that's exactly what I want, Lisa. I'm home at last.”

Lisa's unwavering enthusiasm and the rhythmic clenching of her inner walls send waves of pleasure coursing through you. You can't help but marvel at her creativity and playfulness, even in the throes of your intimate encounter.

As Lisa rocks her hips on your softening cock, you can feel it stirring back to life under her ministrations. Her movements are purposeful, her gaze filled with wanton desire.

“That's it, y/n,”

she purrs, her inner walls clenching rhythmically.

“Get hard for me again. I need you to fill me up once more.”

With her encouragement, your cock rapidly regains its full, throbbing hardness. Gripping her hips, You begin to thrust into her with senseless hunger, eliciting a symphony of moans and laughter from Lisa.

“Yes, yes! Fuck me, y/n,”

she cries out, her body undulating in ecstasy as you pound into her relentlessly.

“I love the way you fill me up again and again!”

The sound of your bodies colliding and Lisa's unbridled cries of pleasure echo across the waves, a testament to your shared, insatiable desire..